The Continuing Adventures of Lisa James: The Party
Chapter 1
The Continuing Adventures Of Lisa James
The Party - Chapter 1
Lisa James drove home from work with butterflies in her stomach.
Usually on a weekday evening she did as she pleased. On Saturdays and Sundays
she had to do exactly as she was told. The weekends were reserved for her
punishment regime and chores. Any slight misdemeanour or mistake was rewarded
with a whole variety of humiliating punishments most of which resulted in a
fiery red and very sore bottom; And then there were the blushingly awful
situations that Mrs Henderson and her friends liked putting her into. It was all
incredibly embarrassing but mind numbingly exciting at the same time. It wasn't
an arrangement one would normally expect to find an attractive twenty seven year
old office manager in, but then Mrs Henderson couldn't be described as a
"normal" landlady. Worryingly today was Thursday....
"You'd better come straight home from work tonight Lisa. I've been
invited to a party and offered your services for serving drinks and things,
you're going to be on your best behaviour my girl or you'll be sorry!" From the
tone of Mrs Henderson's voice at breakfast Lisa knew it would be no ordinary
party so her nervousness and excitement had been increasing throughout the day.
Her hand was shaking as she turned the front door key in it's lock.
Mrs Henderson was already waiting in the hallway.
"Where have you been young lady? Get up those stairs, take a shower and be
quick about it. When you've dried yourself you'll find your clothes laid out on
my bed. As a special treat I ironed your party dress this afternoon." At the
mention of the dreaded party dress Lisa's face dropped. She looked quite
ridiculous in it. It was the sort of thing a ten year old would wear. To make
matters worse it was tiny. The hem only just covered the lower curves of her bum
cheeks and her boobs spilled out if she leant over even slightly. It was so
humiliating, but that's exactly what Mrs Henderson wanted. As Lisa reached the
bottom step the older woman suddenly slapped her across her tightly clad bottom
as hard as she could,
"Get a move on young lady!" Watching the immaculately dressed young woman
scampering up the stairs she chuckled and thought what an enjoyable evening lay
ahead for herself and her friends. Lisa might not agree of course.
The hot shower did little to calm Lisa's nerves but it did feel good
and refreshed her. After thoroughly drying herself she put on some deodorant and
her makeup then padded into Mrs Henderson's bedroom in her dressing gown. On the
bed was the awful party dress, ankle socks, white cotton knickers and a pair of
black patent shoes with big buckles. No bra but she hadn't expected she'd be
allowed one anyway.
"Did I tell you to wear your dressing gown young lady? Take it off at
once!" No matter how many times Lisa had to remove her clothes in front of her
landlady she never got used to it. The incredible feelings of embarrassment
always remained the same. Mrs Henderson sat down on the edge of the bed directly
in front of her,
"Come along we haven't got all night." Lisa undid the belt and slid the
offending garment off her shoulders, automatically she covered her pubis with
her hands. Mrs Henderson roughly slapped her hands away,
"Uncover yourself you silly girl I need to see if you're properly clean!"
Red faced and blushing hotly Lisa felt the woman's fingers slide slowly over her
smooth pubic mound. The landlady stared intently at the hairless pussy and noted
how the tightly closed pink lips projected most invitingly out from the central
crease. Since her first week as Mrs Henderson's lodger Lisa had been regularly
shaved between her legs by Mr Blake, their next door neighbour. He was about
sixty and knew Lisa intimately as he was often invited to help with her
punishments. Mrs Henderson loved the appearance of the woman's shaven vagina, it
really made her look like a little girl. She reached up and cupped the warm
breasts, pleased to find that the nipples were already becoming hard. She
couldn't resist squeezing them firmly which brought a gasp of alarm from Lisa.
Once dressed Lisa looked a bit like Shirley Temple but with breasts.
Her landlady carefully adjusted the hem of the dress so that it just covered the
bulge of her pussy in the white knickers. They were so tight that it was
possible to see the outline of the lips and the central divide quite clearly.
The white ankle socks and shiny black shoes set off the ensemble delightfully.
Lisa was concerned about the shortness of the dress. It left her thighs, both
front and back, totally exposed. But she was even more worried about her boobs
which were barely contained at all by the flimsy material. She could do nothing
about the two obvious hard points which stood out from her chest. If she kept
her arms at her sides everything would remain covered, but if she lifted them
anyone present would get a perfect view of her knicker-clad bum and pussy.
The honking of a car horn indicated the arrival of their lift. Mrs
Henderson put on her winter coat and pushed Lisa out of the front door. In just
her party dress the cold air stiffened Lisa's nipples even more, if that were
possible. She hurried down the path towards the car and gratefully scrambled
into the back seat as Mrs Henderson climbed into the front beside her friend Mrs
King.
"Hello Jean, we've got to pick up the wine then we'll go straight to
Alison's. How's our naughty little girl tonight?" Lisa answered with a quiet
"Very well thank you." As the autumnal landscape sped past the two women
chatted about nothing in particular. Lisa knew Alison, Mrs King's twenty seven
year old daughter, because she'd been invited to join in one of her punishment
sessions, the memory brought a fresh burst of colour to her cheeks.
Three quarters of an hour later they arrived in Broughton. Mrs King
drove straight into the town centre and pulled up outside an off licence. Light
flooded from the brightly lit interior.
"Out you get young lady, the wine's paid for so just help Mrs Scott put
it in the boot and hurry up!" Both women laughed as Lisa literally ran into the
shop in the hope that no one would see her. Luckily there wasn't anyone inside
except a man behind the counter who looked up and smiled,
"Well, well, if it isn't the naughty Lisa who we've heard so much about.
Had your bum spanked this evening you bad girl? He turned towards the back of
the shop,
"Helen, your friends are here." The immaculately dressed woman that
appeared looked about thirty five and had a stunning figure. Her appearance made
Lisa even more aware of the ridiculous party frock that she was wearing and her
face burned. She couldn't look either of them in the face,
"Please Sir, I've been sent to carry the wine for the party out to Mrs
Henderson's car." It was almost whispered.
"Well yes but first I think it's only fair you show my wife and I what
that fat bottom of yours looks like, don't you think?" The man came around the
counter,
"Come over here." Lisa's heart began to hammer, she didn't know if she was
supposed to show herself to these people or not. If she did as she was told and
Mrs Henderson was cross she'd be punished. She shuffled forwards, her boobs
threatening to spill out of the front of her dress.
"Well come on girl we haven't got all night, lift your skirt up." Lisa
stared as hard as she could at the floor as she slowly raised the front of her
party frock to her waist. Her plump pussy outlined in the tight white cotton
pushed insolently towards them. She jumped when the man suddenly shouted at her,
"You've got knickers on you stupid girl how are we supposed to see
anything, take them off!" Lisa dropped the hem of her dress and slid the
knickers down her legs and off as quickly as she could.
"Lift it up girl come on, we're waiting!" This time there was nothing
covering her shaven mound, she kept her legs tightly pressed together trying to
hide her pussy lips as much as possible. The Scott's smiled and then began
laughing,
"She really is a little girl isn't she, look at that not a single hair on
her, turn around let's see the rest." As Lisa turned she saw Mrs Henderson and
Mrs King shaking their heads as they sat in the car waiting. Her heart sank but
she felt the telltale wetness spreading between her legs. She prayed the Scott's
wouldn't notice.
"Spread your legs and bend over you little slut," it was the woman. Lisa
did as she was told. Her boobs fell forwards out of her dress, her stiff nipples
pointing down and slightly forwards. The couple enjoyed the spectacle that she
was making of herself and because she was fully shaved nothing was hidden. She
knew they were looking directly at her bumhole and at the spread lips of her now
wet pussy. Her face burned with embarrassment. She jumped as she felt a hand
glide over her bum cheeks then slip between her legs. The fingers traced her
pussy lips, pausing to tease her already swollen clitoris, then slipped easily
inside which caused her to gasp and rise up onto her toes.
"Stand up and put your knickers back on girl." Mr Scott turned to his
wife,
"She's absolutely soaking, you're a dirty little girl aren't you Lisa?"
"Y...Y...Yes Sir," she said. Her legs felt like jelly.
"Sometime this evening ask Jean if we can have Lisa here to help us in the
shop for a day. It's quite appalling that she drops her knickers so easily,
imagine what would have happened if we'd had some customers, she's a little tart
but we can teach her how to behave properly in public." They smiled knowingly at
each other and kissed.
"See you later darling. This is the wine young lady," said Helen Scott
indicating a case of Claret on the counter, "come on and don't drop it!"
With the wine stowed carefully in the boot they set off. Needless to
say Mrs Henderson was very angry,
"What? She took her knickers down just because your husband asked her to!
Well young lady when we get to the party you're going to be severely punished.
And don't think I'll forget about it because I won't. You're going to be sorry,
I've told you before about showing yourself off to strangers. My goodness I can
hardly believe it!"
Mrs King and Mrs Scott agreed wholeheartedly and were soon enthusiastically
discussing the various punishments, amid much merriment and laughter, that a
disgusting little girl that showed her pussy and bottom to strangers might
expect. An overwhelming wave of humiliation and shame swept over Lisa as she
shrank back into the seat, but her pussy was getting wetter and wetter by the
moment.
Alison greeted them at the door of a modern detached house that stood
in a very large garden. Lisa was curtly told to take the wine into the kitchen
and wait there. A whole array of nibbles and sandwiches was laid out on one of
the work surfaces. Sounds of conversation and laughter filtered through from the
next room. She stood fiddling with the hem of her party dress dreading the
moment when she'd have to go through and face whoever was there. Alison suddenly
opened the door from the hallway.
"Well, well. I hear you've been a dirty girl again Lisa and that's why my
guests have been waiting for their drinks. You're going to be punished in front
of everyone." She laughed,
"I can hardly wait." At this news Lisa's face reddened even more and her
heart once again began hammering in her chest.
"There's a bottle opener there next to you, I suggest you get a move on.
The glasses are on the tray." Left alone again and with shaking hands Lisa
quickly opened a couple of the bottles and filled the glasses. Picking up the
tray she took a deep breath before opening the door.
"At last, what on earth have you been doing girl?" Lisa stood rooted to
the spot as Mrs Henderson berated her. Besides the four women that she already
knew there were another three women in the spacious lounge, one of them much
younger than herself.
They turned to look at her as she entered. Susan Sellers was only seventeen,
she'd been invited along with her friend Joanne Coleman. Joanne was a twenty
five year old secretary that Alison had known for several years. The third woman
was middle aged and very smartly dressed. She was busily unpacking numerous
items from two cases and arranging them on the highly polished surface of a
large dining table which stood at one end of the room. Mrs Henderson continued,
"Well come on, everyone wants a drink." Lisa began serving them, several
of the women laughed and began asking why her dress was so short. She ought to
be ashamed, did she realise that everyone could see her knickers? She was doing
her best to keep the hem of her frock down but it was impossible. It was also
impossible to keep her boobs inside the top of her dress, every few moments her
nipples came into view. They were very stiff, poking and rubbing against the
thin material, a fact that several of the ladies were only too pleased to point
out. At that moment the doorbell rang. A few minutes later Alison returned with
a very severe looking woman in her fifties. Lisa was mortified when a very red
faced schoolboy followed the two women into the room. He looked to be about
fifteen and was obviously very nervous and embarrassed.
"Everyone I'd like you to meet Christine Cooper a very dear friend of
mine. Christine used to teach with me at Bomere School. She's very kindly
brought along her nephew Timothy who's going to help in our demonstration
later," she smiled knowingly at the boy. The ladies began laughing and giggling
as the older woman stood him in front of them,
"Clothes off young man, it'll be much more interesting for the ladies if
you serve them without much on. Hurry up!" He slowly undressed under the
fascinated gaze of the women until finally he stood very red faced in only his
underpants. Miss Cooper ushered him out to the kitchen. On his return he carried
a tray full of sandwiches and savoury bites which he began to offer to the
select group of guests.
The furniture had been arranged in a large semicircle across the room.
Most of the women were comfortably ensconced in settees and armchairs. In the
middle of the semicircle was a long low wooden coffee table which provided them
with a convenient place for their glasses and plates. When Lisa had given each
of the women a drink Mrs Henderson made her stand in front of them with her
hands on her head.
"Well ladies as you can see I've brought my naughty little girl Lisa
along tonight. As you've already heard she can't be trusted, even on the way
here tonight she showed her fat bottom and pussy to Helen's husband. I think she
needs to be taught a lesson so after we've seen the presentation I suggest we
all discipline her!" She produced a leather strap from behind her back,
"Look Lisa I've brought your favourite." Lisa eyed the strap fearfully and
swallowed nervously..
"You'll be feeling more than this across your backside tonight young
lady!" Lisa was incredibly ashamed to be spoken to in this way in front of the
ladies but the presence of the boy made things ten times worse.
"Has the girl been properly cleaned?" asked the ex school mistress.
"Well I made sure she showered before we left home but please feel free to
check her yourself." All the women laughed.
"Lisa, go with Miss Cooper, she's going to make sure your personal hygiene
standards are up to scratch."
"Can I come too?" Susan was desperate to see everything that was going to
happen to the young woman. She was tremendously excited at the prospect of
seeing her spanked and humiliated. Before Lisa's arrival the women had been
freely discussing her forthcoming punishment with much hilarity. Apparently she
was going to be stripped naked before they spanked and strapped her, but best of
all everyone would have a turn. Susan was thrilled and things were getting
better all the time. She stared excitedly at the boy.
"Of course my dear you can help me if you'd like." Lisa was aware of the
boy's eyes on her as she was led out of the room into the hallway where Miss
Cooper picked up a black leather bag. She just knew he would be present when she
was punished. The women seeing her would be bad enough. The thought of the young
boy seeing all of her most private places produced an incredible surge of shame.
She felt quite light headed at the thought.
"Upstairs young lady."
