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Naughty Naomi

By: toocold



When people asked Naomi what her job was, she told them that she was a school secretary, which was mostly true. She was a secretary, and it was a sort of school, though in actuality it was the sort of school that she previously assumed only existed in sexy fantasies -- an all-girl institution for ladies aged 18 to 21 who, with complex legal paperwork being signed and validated, agreed to submit to a regime of corporal punishment when the school authorities felt it was warranted. A key part of Naomi's role was to maintain the Discipline Record, a handwritten (to facilitate the signature of the punished) book listing who had been punished, how and for what. 

As she was 22, Naomi was technically outside the remit of attendance at the school -- a fact that was a teasing disappointment to her every time one of the students came into the office to report for a punishment. Naomi had long fantasised about receiving exactly the type of punishment discipline that the school dished out. Whilst exploring her sexuality she'd managed to get a couple of men to spank her bottom, but their focus was usually on her boobs and her pussy and they'd never given her what she really wanted which was a long and hard thrashing. At least, that's what she had in mind -- having never felt anything stronger than a light slap across her backside, she acknowledged that being caned might be less fun in reality than it was in her fantasy. 

Actually, being punished was one of three key fantasies that dominated Naomi's mind, and was one of two she'd yet to experience. The second was to have sex with another woman. She'd had plenty of men whilst at university -- she was pretty with a wide smile and big, blue eyes, thick, chestnut hair, pale, creamy skin and the sort of curves on her 5' 4½ " frame that no man could resist ogling, with soft, natural 32F boobs, a slim waist and full, fleshy buttocks, so attracting men was not a feat. She'd worried about getting a reputation as a slut (she was right to; she had) but what she actually wanted was a reputation as a lesbian, but she'd never had the courage or opportunity. Now she was away from the insular world of uni, she was determined to find a woman to sleep with. 

Her third fantasy was the one that she had actually indulged, and was now more a regular reality than a fantasy. Naomi was turned on by needing to use the toilet, and loved to wait and wait until the desperation to go was physically painful. She loved to sit at her desk, desperate for the loo, crossing and uncrossing her legs, squeezing her thighs together or tensing her bum cheeks as either or both her bladder and bowels screamed at her for release. Of course, the result of waiting until she could wait no longer meant that accidents had happened. On more than one occasion Naomi hadn't quite made it to the toilet once she finally decided to go and had flushed with embarrassment as her knickers were soaked with pee. Twice, both times thankfully at home, it'd been worse and she'd filled her panties with shit too. The fact that on each of these occasions she'd masturbated to glorious orgasms before cleaning herself up was something that Naomi was aware of but ashamed of. 

Right now, Naomi was at her desk, enjoying the quiet hour after the students had gone home. This was her favourite time of day, when she could catch up on her work whilst reading the Discipline Record. This always turned her on, and she was aware of the heat in her pussy and the stiffening of her nipples as she read the list of sanctions. Unlike old-fashioned schools with just a cane, the headmistress here, Ms Holloway, liked to use a range of implements. Gently squeezing her thighs together to both put pressure on her pussy and because she'd needed the toilet for the last 90 minutes, Naomi's eyes flicked excitedly down the list on the most recent page:

Philippa R -- tardiness -- third offence -- hand (30 mins), cane (6)

Charlotte O -- swearing -- second offence -- hand (20 mins), hairbrush (12)

Helen R -- tardiness -- fifth offence -- hand (30 mins), paddle (24), cane (24)

Nicola T -- lewdness -- first offence -- hand (10 mins), strap (6) 

Natalie E -- poor work -- fourth offence -- hand (30 mins), strap (12), hairbrush (36)

The punishments escalated with multiple offences, of course, and always began with a hand spanking. Naomi sighed to herself as she looked and wished...

Peering through the crack of the door into her office, Ms Holloway was deep in thought, weighing up her experience and belief with the risk of embarrassment. She was very attracted to Naomi, and believed from the stray looks she'd seen Naomi give herself and other girls that, even if she'd not done so before, Naomi would be receptive to the idea of sleeping with a woman. She'd also seen the way that Naomi read the Discipline Record when she thought she was unobserved. In fact, Ms Holloway had spent as much time sitting at her own desk fantasising about punishing and ravishing Naomi as Naomi had spent at her desk daydreaming about being caned and used by a woman. Fortune favours the bold, Ms Holloway mused to herself as she crossed her office to stand behind her desk. 

Christina Holloway was 38 years old, and stood 5' 8", although almost always wore at least 3" heels to allow her to tower over most of the students. She'd put on a little weight once she passed 30, she was now about 150lbs, but the extra pounds went on in all the right places and her body was as eye-catching as Naomi's, clocking in at 38-30-39 with a 30DDD or 30F bra. Her sparking blue eyes and fiery red hair, sleekly styled, got almost as much attention from male admirers as her chest, but, like Naomi, it was other women she was interested in. She smoothed the skirt of her fitted business suit, opened an extra button to reveal even more cleavage than usual, and pressed the intercom button.

"Naomi, could you step in here for a moment," she said, crisply.

The buzz of the intercom made Naomi jump and she had to clamp down instantly to regain control of her bladder. Rising from her desk, she hurried to attend to Ms Holloway when the intercom buzzed again. "And bring the Discipline Record" Ms Holloway's voice added. This was a fairly normal request -- it was Friday afternoon, and Ms Holloway liked to review the week's punishments. Naomi enjoyed this as she almost always managed to time it so she was desperate for the toilet whilst she was in her gorgeous manager's office talking about girls having their bottoms disciplined -- almost every week the first thing she did when she closed the door of her apartment behind her on a Friday evening was wet herself whilst masturbating and thinking about this weekly meeting. Little did she know that this week was going to change her life. 

Entering Ms Holloway's office and closing the door behind her, Naomi crossed the room and handed the book to her boss. She was turning to sit as she usually did in one of the guest chairs when Ms Holloway spoke up, instructing "Just wait there for a second, Naomi." The brunette did as she was told, her eyes automatically looking down the redhead's blouse at her deep cleavage whilst she read the latest entries. Ms Holloway could feel the younger girl's gaze, and resolved on her course of action. She'd been considering offering a drink and trying a slow and cautious approach, but decided to throw the dice and see what happened. Picking up a pen, she began to write in the book whilst speaking. "Do you like your job, Naomi?"

Naomi was surprised by the question, and her need for the bathroom was starting to overpower her ability to think straight, but she replied, "Yes, very much, Ms Holloway."

"I see, good. What do you like best?"

"Umm...well, it's varied and...close to home. And, of course, I like working with you and the teachers."

Ms Holloway added another note. "And the way I do things doesn't bother you?"

"Oh! You mean...no, not at all."

"Is that why I often see you reading the Discipline Record when you think you're alone?" Naomi looked startled and guilty. "Tell me, what are you reading it for?" Ms Holloway looked directly at Naomi now, who was blushing furiously. Of course, she'd not really done anything wrong but something in her was responding to this situation with a feeling of utter submission. 

"I...I mean...nothing, I don't read it for anything...it's just there..." Naomi stuttered.

Making a final note in the book, Ms Holloway sat back in her chair, turned the book to face Naomi and folded her arms beneath her breasts, slightly accentuating her already unavoidable cleavage. 

"I'm not sure it is for nothing, Naomi. Why don't you take a look at what I have written and see if you have a different answer for me?" As if in a trance, Naomi leaned forward to look at the book, resuming where she'd last read, where there where new entries:

Natalie E -- poor work -- fourth offence -- hand (30 mins), strap (12), hairbrush (36)

Naomi S -- lying -- first offence -- hand (10 mins), slipper (6)

Naomi S -- lewdness -- second offence -- hand (20 mins), strap (12)

Naomi S -- lying -- third offence -- hand (30 mins), cane (6)

She nearly fainted. Her hand went to her mouth as she gasped, overcome with arousal and panic and confusion and guilt, as well as the now omnipresent need for the toilet. "I didn't...I mean, I'm not lying..." she trailed off.

"I think you are, Naomi. I think you told me lies about why you like the job -- I think it is because you hear me punishing naughty girls all day. I think you look at the book for lewd reasons. And I think you lied to me about that when I asked you. You work here, Naomi, and you know how I work. Just because you're a year older than the oldest pupils doesn't mean that the methods will not work on you."

Every part of Naomi's body felt like it was vibrating with excitement and fear. This was her fantasy, right here, right now. Could she take it? Surely Ms Holloway did not intend to give her three punishments all at once? Could she take that? She'd never even had a proper spanking. "Yes, miss," she finally croaked. "I...you're right, I like the job for the reasons you said. I read the book because it is exciting for me. I just wanted to try it, see what it was like."

"Well, you'll find out what it is like in just a moment, Naomi. But there's no 'trying it' with me. I expect you to confirm like the other girls that bend over for me -- if you agree to this, then you agree to me disciplining you as I see fit." Naomi was so excited that this statement almost made her orgasm -- she certainly felt a flutter in her pussy. She nodded, meekly.

"I understand that, Ms Holloway." The older woman looked her secretary up and down. She was wearing a simple white blouse that stretched over her huge boobs and a black pencil skirt with either tights or stockings below. She was fidgeting slightly. 

"Well, then we shall proceed. I suspect that you have listened to me do this many times, Naomi, so you'll know the drill. First, take off your skirt, girl."

Feeling like this was all happening to someone else, Naomi slowly reached behind and undid the zipper on her skirt, sliding it down over her wide hips to drop in a pool of cotton at her feet. Ms Holloway drank in the view, as she could see the 22-year old's underwear now -- her bikini-style cotton panties with white and candy-pink stripes looked sweet and girlish, an odd contrast to her black, hold-up stockings which indented slightly into her soft, round thighs. What she did not know is that as well as battling her escalating lust for her boss and her onrushing fantasy of being punished, Naomi was also nearly at breaking point with her need for a pee. Ms Holloway rose from behind her desk, and walked to stand at Naomi's shoulder. She saw no reason to deny the sexual element of this. She kept it all business with the students, but Naomi was here because she wanted to be. 

"As this is your first time, I'll explain what's going to happen. First, I'm going to sit in this chair, bend you over my lap and take down your knickers, Naomi. Then, for ten minutes, I am going to spank your bottom with my hand. I know this is your first punishment, but I don't believe in going too easy, so the spanking will hurt. After that, I will take a leather-soled slipper and smack your bottom with it six times. Six, hard times -- three on each cheek." She paused, enjoying Naomi's silent, squirming acceptance. Ms Holloway's knickers were noticeably wet in the crotch as her own pussy responded to her arousal. "Then, after a short rest, you'll get another spanking. Harder this time. For twenty minutes. If you haven't already, I guarantee that you'll be in tears by this point and will be wishing you'd not been naughty. Then I will bend you across my desk and you'll feel the leather strap on your chubby bottom, a full dozen." Ms Holloway was walking around Naomi in a slow circle, and her heart soared when she saw how Naomi's erect nipples were visibly poking through her bra and blouse. She was hoping for a sexual relationship with her young secretary, and the brunette's clear arousal was a promising sign. "Finally," she whispered now, breath hot on Naomi's neck, "I'll take you back over my knee for another thirty minutes of spanking. This will be the hardest yet, and after the slipper and strap your bottom will be on fire. Then, finally," she paused, her hand idly stroking down Naomi's back, past the hem of her blouse and onto her panty-covered bottom. "The cane," she finished, giving Naomi's ass a firm slap as punctuation. Unfortunately, the slap was not just the end of something -- it was the start.

Startled by the sudden blow and long past desperate, Naomi's bladder gave out in a sudden rush. She made a pitiable keening sound and covered her face with her hands (but made no attempt to move) as her gusset was swiftly soaked with hot, pale yellow piss. The first Ms Holloway knew what was going on was when a rivulet of pee run along the under-curve of Naomi's bottom, spilling down the back of her thigh to soak her stocking as a torrent splashed through the sodden material of her panties to patter on the carpet between her feet. The redhead stood back, briefly shocked, and watched Naomi disgrace herself. As she flooded her panties, more splashed down into a soggy pool between her feet, and streams ran across her bottom and down both thighs, running into her shoes and visibly soaking the front and back of her panties. Naomi began to cry, not the hot tears of pain that Ms Holloway had planned, but gentle sobs of humiliation, as she stood in front of her boss, uncontrollably wetting herself like a small child. Her body betrayed her arousal, though -- you could almost smell the sex in the air and her breasts felt like they might catch fire they were so hot and heavy and her nipples painfully stiff. 

Regaining her composure, and more turned on than she'd been in her life, Ms Holloway sat down and said "Assuming that is over, Naomi, we'll start with your punishment now. You can take off your own knickers so that I don't get your pee all over me. And your stockings, you dirty little girl." Humiliated, embarrassed and on the verge of dissolving into orgasmic bliss, Naomi peeled off her pissy clothes. She dropped them into a soggy heap on the floor and went to stand in front of Ms Holloway, hands folded in front of the neat triangle of hair over her pussy. 

Taking Naomi's hand, Ms Holloway guided her over her lap into the classic spanking pose, bottom high, head dangling. Naomi's hands were on the floor to aid her balance, her full, un-spanked bottom cheeks, damp with her own piss, facing up ready for Ms Holloway's punishing palm. The headmistress admired the full, round cheeks -- she did like a big bottom to punish. And, unlike the begrudging girls at the school, Naomi was here totally voluntarily. She didn't just deserve to be punished -- she wanted to be. Surely that was all the more reason to make this a hard one. Even before she disgracefully wet herself!

Without further preamble, Ms Holloway glanced at the clock and then brought her hand down hard onto Naomi's fleshy right buttock. Naomi gasped at the sudden sting, but had no time to process the feeling as a similar burst of pain followed a slap on her left cheek. For the next ten minutes, that was Naomi's whole world -- a metronome like series of smacks, one after another after another, covering her whole bottom, top to bottom and side to side in firm, remorseless spanks. The stinging pain built slowly as spank fell upon spanked flesh. She winced and gasped, especially at the ones that targeted the tuck of her bum or caught the tops of her thighs, but she endured it better than many beginners. Of course, she had no idea at this point how much harder Ms Holloway could spank. Then it was over. The hand stopped falling, and the younger woman was able to gather her breath and consider how she felt. Turned on? Definitely. Sore? A bit. Chastised? Not yet. And that was her last thought before a resounding thwack filled the room, and Ms Holloway brought the slipper down with determined force. Naomi cried out as this was much more painful, the wider striking surface of the leather slipper seeming to cover her whole bum cheek with one slap. Five whacks later and Naomi was on the edge of tears, but hung on, biting her lip and ignoring the burning of her posterior for a moment. Following Ms Holloway's command, she shakily stood up and then went and stood facing the wall, hands on her head, aware of the heat in her bottom, the stinging pain, and the fact that her punishment has hardly begun. 

Quarter of an hour later, she was back across Ms Holloway's thighs, five minutes into her second spanking. Having been warmed up by the spanking and the slipper, Naomi could feel that her boss was going harder and faster this time, a relentless tattoo of slaps once again covering her whole backside, the full bottom cheeks flattening under each smack before bouncing back, redder than before. As the heat built, Naomi reminded herself that she'd wanted this, dreamed of this and agreed to this. She wasn't a pupil here -- she fantasised about getting a smacked bottom and that is exactly what was happening. 

Naomi was whimpering and mewling as the intensity of the pain in her behind grew, and was dimly aware that she was kicking her legs in response to the hardest of the spanks. She could not see her chubby cheeks and so had no idea how scarlet they were. Ms Holloway, however, had a perfect view and was almost entranced by her secretary's shapely bottom, the once-white cheeks now a fiery, painful red. She could also see Naomi's juicy cunt, now clearly wet and pouting from sexual excitement. There was no question that the voluptuous girl was aroused by this. With a glance at the time she delivered one final, ringing slap to Naomi's bottom and told her to stand up. She could see the younger woman's eyes were full of tears, and they'd soon be spilling. They already would if Naomi had felt a proper punishment, but Ms Holloway was easing her into it -- not that the brunette realised this.

"Bend over my desk now, Naomi," the redhead instructed. "It's time for your first taste of the strap." Naomi bit her lower lip nervously, but complied, leaning across the desk, her heavy breasts squashed against the papers there, curvy bottom pointing up and waiting for more punishment. Ms Holloway flexed the leather strap in her hand, stood behind and to the side of Naomi, and raised her arm. 

"Aaaaaaooowww!!!" Naomi's scream filled the office as the all-new pain of the strap overcame her restraint. She jumped up from the desk, hands covering her abused bottom. 

"What do you think you're doing? You should know the rules, girl. That one does not count. Jump up again like that and you get a choice -- I double the tariff or you can quit and we never do this again." That put the ball firmly into Naomi's court, just so Ms Holloway could check the 23-year old was definitely wanting to be punished. 


Naughty Naomi Ch. 02



This is a continuation of my last story but gets dirtier, so if you prefer toilets to be used for toilet needs rather than panties, this may not be for you...

Imagine being sexually aroused at work -- the naughty frisson of your personal excitement sneaking into your professional life for a second or a few moments. Now, extend that -- imagine being sexually aroused, painfully excited, almost all your working day! Constantly on edge, constantly losing yourself in absent-minded, erotic fantasy. That was the situation that 22-year old school secretary Naomi had found herself in for the last two weeks. Every day she dressed her jaw-dropping, hourglass 32F-27-38 body in girlish, cotton panties (always bikini-cut) which contrasted with the pretty bras and stockings she tended to wear under her smart trousers or skirts (medium-grey trousers today, boosted her 5' 4½"s with some medium heels and made up her naturally pretty face with its open smile, big, blue eyes and frame of thick, long chestnut hair. Then she went to work, her arousal building on the short drive, pussy moistening slightly, nipples tender, to spend eight hours in a state of total excitement. 

The reason for this was her boss, the school's headmistress, 38-year old Christina Holloway, 5'8" of whiplash curves, her 30F-30-39 figure drawing stares, her imperious manner, pale blue eyes and coppery red hair keeping them on her. Naomi had long held three primary sexual fantasies -- she was turned on by needing the toilet, wanted to receive corporal punishment and wanted to have sex with a woman. For the last fortnight, she'd been living in a kinky kind of paradise -- forbidden by her boss from using the toilets during the day, she was usually desperate by lunchtime. Then, at the end of most days (eight times in the 12 work days since the first day) she was reporting to Ms Holloway's office for a daily "assessment" of her work -- an assessment that, for one reason or another, she always failed. On each occasion she'd been punished; spanked, paddled, caned -- it was up to Ms Holloway. Five times she'd lost control and wet her knickers -- three times whilst being scolded before the spanking, the shameful yellow streams running down her legs only intensifying the situation, twice during the punishment itself, Ms Holloway caning her secretary harshly as pee spattered over her desk. And every time it ended with the two voluptuous women having urgent, passionate sex, writhing on the office floor, often in Naomi's puddle with the young secretary's throbbing, red bottom being cooled in her own piss. 

Naomi had also been to Christina's house half a dozen times (she was allowed to use her first name outside work, but never in the school office) -- each time they'd had sex and each time Naomi had been crying as their love-making was always preceded by a long and hard spanking. Christina, for her part, was no less pleased and excited by this situation. She was always turned on by punishing girls' bottoms and dominating them and had often wanted a lesbian relationship, and Naomi was so accommodating, accepting harder and harder punishments each time and only ever getting more turned on. She was slightly bemused by her young lover's toilet habits, but was curious about them rather than put off, and had soon got over her knee-jerk squeamishness about getting Naomi's pee all over as they rolled around her office floor. Christina too was finding concentrating on her job was awkward as she spent most of the day watching the clock, awaiting Naomi's nervous shuffle into her office.

It was 3.47pm. Still almost an hour before the students and other staff would go home and Naomi could go into Ms Holloway's office. But Naomi was not certain she could wait that long -- not from excitement (although that was intense -- her pussy felt slippery and her nipples were hardened tips on her heavy breasts) but because her need to go to the loo was building. And this wasn't just a pee. That wouldn't worry her anyway, as Ms Holloway was more than used to Naomi's wetting habits. No, in addition to a desperate need to pee, Naomi's midriff was also tight with pain as she fought a fierce need to go for a poo. She felt sweat at her temples as she scrunched her forehead with the effort needed to overcome the inclination of her bowel to do its job. Her breathing was shallow as she gazed unseeingly at her computer screen, focused on nothing but getting through the remainder of the working day without disgracing herself worse than ever before. She'd not shit her pants in public since she was a child, and was not sure how Ms Holloway would react to discovering her lover had habits even more disgusting than the ones she already knew about. 

Naomi absently brushed her hand across her forehead, feeling the sweat-dampened hair at her fringe as another spasm of pain made her whimper out loud. She was never going to make it without going to the loo -- either in an actual toilet or in her pink, cotton panties. Even if she could get all the way to the end of her shift, Ms Holloway would be expecting to see her in her office to check her work for mistakes (Naomi knew they were there as she put them in deliberately so as to 'earn' a punishment) before dealing with her in the customary way. 4.02pm. Time seemed to have slowed to a crawl, although the waves of pain and need in Naomi's middle were increasing in occurrence, in defiance of the agonisingly slow tick of the clock. Although the pain was undeniable, her building arousal was also beyond dispute, and, almost without thinking, she stroked her left hand across her chest, the brush of her palm sending shivers of desire through her nipples despite the bra and blouse in between. Gasping, she felt her insides lurch and quickly pressed her hand into her crotch as she nearly lost control. 

Every muscle in Naomi's body was clamped down to a single purpose, head bowed, sitting rigidly at her desk, oblivious to the world around her. The crawl of time marched on and the curvy secretary sat, breathing shallow, body buzzing with needs both physical and sensual. It'd passed 4.30pm and the school was actually deserted but for the two voluptuous lovers, but Naomi could not have told you what day it was, let alone what time it was. 

In her office, Christina Holloway was bored. She was watching the seconds melt away, interested in nothing but her plans for Naomi. She'd been quite soft with her the last few days, wanting to make sure that her secretary's full, soft cheeks were white and unblemished for tonight -- Friday night was always a big one. Regardless of the 'errors' that she found in Naomi's work, there'd be spanking and then she was going to use a leather belt she'd bought for the express purpose of punishing Naomi's bottom. And then the cane. And then, oh, then the sex. Christina smiled, her sparkling blue eyes glinting with joy as she imagined the next hour or two in detail. Then they'd go home together, back to her house, and spend the weekend making love and making up reasons for Naomi to go over her knee. Not having to worry about being observed or interrupted, Christina slipped a graceful hand inside her skirt, stroking her ginger-furred pussy through her damp, silk panties. She moaned, closing her eyes and rubbing gently as images of Naomi's swinging breasts, big, expressive eyes and red, punished bottom tumbled through her mind. As she masturbated, a vision of Naomi standing in front of her naked but for a pair of jeans formed, heavy breasts available for Christina's salacious gaze. Christina's breath caught briefly as her imaginary Naomi's jeans darkened at the crotch, streams of pee soaking them. Her rubbing at her pussy intensified, though. Was she aroused by Naomi's toilet habits, now? She hadn't realised she was, she thought she'd just indulged them as she wanted the younger girl so badly. But was that the whole truth? Christina came to a sudden orgasm, the images in her mind now a mix of Naomi's punished bottom and Naomi's piss-wet knickers. 

Gathering herself, sucking idly at the fingers that had just rubbed herself off, Christina stood on shaky legs. Could she admit to herself that she had quickly grown to enjoy Naomi's pee play? Could she admit that...she wanted to join in? Deciding not to ring her desk, Christina collected her usual demeanour, became the stern and discipline-meting Ms Holloway, and crossed her office, opening the door and intending to call Naomi to come in. Something about the brunette's posture made her hold her tongue at the last second. Naomi did not seem to be aware that the door had opened as she sat, head bowed, perfectly still behind her desk. 

Naomi knew her body well enough to know that the end was near. Her bladder and bowels were screaming for release, and her muscles could not clench any harder. Rising gingerly from her seat, she shuffled around her desk and glanced at the clock to see how long was left to the end of the day. She froze as she realised Ms Holloway was standing there, staring. Unfortunately, whilst her legs may have stopped moving, not all her functions followed suit and the pressure in her bladder won out, a hot torrent of wee flooding the gusset of her panties before soaking through to create a visible wet spot on her trousers which swiftly became a glistening patch and then fanned out down her soft thighs and across her wide bottom, streaks running down the inside of her legs to patter onto the floor in a pool. Ms Holloway was used to this spectacle, but was unsure why Naomi still looked frantic and was half bent over. Her secretary looked at her with terror in her eyes, eyes which had tears rolling from them as they often did when they made love, but that was as a result of the punishment that had been delivered -- why was she crying now?

With a broken sob, Naomi croaked "It's coming out." And it did. As her boss/lover looked on, she felt the pain in her guts wash over her and peak and then subside as her anus pouted and a thick, soft piece of poo squeezed out of her and smooshed against the pee-soaked material of her panties, filling the gap between her buttocks and smearing her white cheeks. Physically, Naomi felt a massive relief, but mentally she was horrified as, with a sticky, crackling sound another, bigger turd pushed out into her knickers, visibly pushing out the back of her trousers and tightening her panties as they filled with shit. The smell was obvious now too, and drifted as far as Ms Holloway who wrinkled her nose in disgust. 

"Naomi! Are you...shitting yourself?!" The curvy brunette could not reply, but simply stood there, chewing her lip, tears trickling down her cheeks, doubled over, feeling more wet, sticky, soft lumps slide out into her panties. The messy load was still contained by the elastic of her bikini-style panties, but had oozed across her cheeks to halfway up her butt due to the pressure of her trousers, and was sliming between her legs towards her pussy. She moaned (In shame? In pleasure?) as she again looked at Ms Holloway who was open-mouthed at the spectacle. Her secretary, her submissive lover, had just uncontrollably wet herself in the middle of the office, and had then, judging by the smell, the wet crackling sound from her bottom, and the look of horror on her face, had filled her panties with poo. 

Lost in depravity now, Naomi gave a concerted push to finish her dump -- most of it was in her panties so there seemed no point in not finishing. She felt the sticky mass smear further over her milky cheeks as the final soft lumps squeezed into her dirty, shitty knickers. Standing up, feeling the obscene mass in her underwear shift and slide down her bottom as it settled into the back of her panties, feeling the cooling material of her pissed in trousers sticking to her legs, looking at her beautiful lover, Naomi knew for certain only one thing -- she was as sexually aroused as she'd been in her life. The day of waiting for her spanking, needing the toilet, the embarrassment of going potty in her clothes instead of the bathroom like a grown up, it all combined in her so she could barely control herself. In fact, as her once-pink knickers testified, she was not a girl who could control herself. 

Christina was flummoxed. Her mind tried to process what she was seeing and feeling. On the one hand, Naomi looked lovely -- given her love of spanking girls, Christina loved to see a pretty girl looking crestfallen and with tears on her cheeks, and that's how Naomi looked. Her tight blouse and trousers accentuated her amazing curves, and her nipples raised obvious points in her clothes, poking tenderly against her bra. Of course, on the other hand she also had pee stains running from her crotch over her bottom and down both legs and had a visible bulge at the bottom of her shapely bottom where she had just shit in her panties. She smelled like a toilet. That's what the 38-year old redhead was seeing...but her feelings had no 'other hand.' Her sense of decency was in turmoil, but her pussy knew what it felt. Watching Naomi not just wet herself (again) but this time take a crap into her knickers had excited her tremendously. She knew that what her secretary had done was disgusting, was wrong, was so, so naughty, but then, she supposed, spanking and caning your secretary after work most nights before having lesbian sex on a piss-coated floor was probably wrong too! 

"I'm so sorry...I was desperate and..." Naomi's stammered explanation was cut short as her boss strode across the room, took the younger girl's tear-streaked face in her hands and planted a lingering kiss on her soft lips. Naomi was surprised but responded, loving the feel of her boss kissing her, feeling the older woman's tongue teasing her lips and their spectacular bosoms pressing together. Guided by instinct over reason, Ms Holloway's hands combed through Naomi's hair then stroked down her back and smoothed over her hips, paused momentarily, then cupped the foul bulge in Naomi's panties. She tested the weight briefly, feeling the warmth of the secretary's soft shit through her clothes, then pressed gently. Naomi shivered as she felt the wet, sticky lumps being squashed against her cheeks, testing her knicker-elastic's ability to contain the mess. 

"You're so bad," whispered Ms Holloway as she kissed Naomi, all the while fondling and manipulating the mass of poo in Naomi's panties. Smells filled the office, Naomi's urine, sweat and shit and the unmistakeable aroma of pussy from both women. 

Moving her hands to Naomi's shoulders, Ms Holloway pressed down, and Naomi understood, sinking to her knees and then settling so that she was sitting back, her load between her ankles so as not to squash it everywhere. Ms Holloway pulled up the front of her skirt and pressed her panty-covered lips against Naomi's face, who responded by licking and teasing at the by now soaked gusset of the redhead's knickers. Ms Holloway gasped, taking hold of Naomi's hair she pulled the younger girl's face forward and ground her hips so that the secretary's face was pressed hard against her cunt. She rubbed her pussy against the brunette's face as Naomi did her best to lick and kiss. She kept repeating "you're so bad" as she enjoyed the sensations running through her pussy and inhaled the foul aroma of the room. Coming to a silent decision, she concentrated briefly, then, without pulling back from Naomi, shivered once, and relaxed.

Naomi thought could only have been happier if her bottom was stinging. Her lover had witnessed her disgrace herself in the worst way possible and had been turned on rather than appalled. Now she was on her knees, a wet, sticky mass of poo in her panties, legs wet with cold, smelly piss, and her face shoved into Ms Holloway's crotch. She was wondering how she'd gotten so lucky when she felt her boss shiver, and thought her orgasm must be approaching. She was wrong. One moment her mouth was full of the taste of Ms Holloway's pussy, though filtered through her silky panties. The next, a warm, wet flood of hot, yellow piss bubbled from Christina's ginger-furred pussy, soaked her panties and filled Naomi's mouth. Her head was still firmly held, so Naomi could barely move as she gasped and choked, her mouth full of the strong, pungent taste of pee. Rivulets ran down Christina's round thighs and calves, filling her shoes and dripping to the floor, and she could feel the wet patch spreading from her gusset up, over the lower part of her full bottom, but most of her piss coated Naomi's face, filled her mouth, ran down her face to soak her blouse and wet her bra and tits. 

Naomi was long past pretending to be anything other than a submissive slut, so didn't pretend to herself she had no choice, but, once over the initial surprise, eagerly accepted Ms Holloway's pee into her mouth. Once her mouth was full, she swallowed the bitter liquid, feeling the hot, salty piss slide down her throat. Her clothes were soaked and she was in a disgraceful mess, but she shoved her hand into her panties and started rubbing fervently at her pussy, mindful of the sticky smears of poo that had oozed between her thighs to the bottom of her pussy. She came almost immediately, her body almost convulsing with relief after the day of teasing torment it'd endured. A minute later, Ms Holloway came too, for the second time that afternoon, gyrating her pissy pussy against Naomi's face as she gasped with pleasure. 

Ms Holloway stepped shakily away from Naomi, leaning against the desk as her breath came back and she surveyed the secretary's office. It definitely had an air of a toilet, given the stink of shit and piss in the air and the two pools of pee on the floor. That this mess had come from a 22 and 38-year old going in their panties was a thrill. Whilst Ms Holloway could hide most of her own mess by lowering her skirt and emptying the warm piss out of her shoes, Naomi was in a state. Her face, the front of her blouse and her trousers were soaked through with a mixture of their pee and her panties were full of a soft, wet mass of shit, which had now stained through her knickers to leave a damp, brown smudge at the base of her bottom on her grey trousers. The two women looked at each other in silence for a moment, before Naomi climbed to her feet, feeling the disgusting load shift in her panties as she did.

"That was...fantastic," murmured Ms Holloway, her mask of dominance slipping for a moment. "Right," she added, more sternly, "we're going to my house to get you cleaned up and then I can address your appalling behaviour in the appropriate manner." Naomi shivered in excited anticipation at the prospect, knowing that she'd be sobbing in pain before bedtime. 

The next two hours passed in a blur for Naomi, like a drunken memory or dream. Nerves as she walked through the school to the car in her dishevelled state; the feeling of her shit squashing and spreading in her panties as she sat down in Ms Holloway's car; a lengthy shower and clean-up session; a scolding from her (also showered) lover; a hard spanking, turning her bottom and thighs a burning crimson; passionate sex in bed, the cool cotton rubbing her stinging buttocks as her dominant lover, her mistress, rubbed her pussy. 

Afterward they lay naked together, Christina (she allowed Naomi to use that name, now, as their relationship was not just boss/secretary and mistress/sub slut -- they were friends and lovers too) brushing the tears from the brunette's pretty face, both women idly caressing the other's curves. 

"Naomi, do we need to discuss this afternoon's...performance?"

Blushing, she replied: "I'm so embarrassed! But it was great, wasn't it?"

"It certainly was! I guess when you said you loved being desperate for the loo, you meant in all ways! I'm guessing that wasn't the first time you've pooed yourself?"

"No, no it wasn't. But it was the first time with an audience!"




Naughty Naomi Ch. 02



"Well, I don't want it to be the last. When we first got together I just wanted to spank you and cane you," she smiled as Naomi snuggled in next to her, "but watching you wet yourself in my office every other night has opened my eyes to other kinks, and seeing you poo your panties and then...what I did..."

"You mean when you pissed on me?"

"Yes, that, well -- it was just very exciting."

"It was for me too. I used to just like the feeling of being desperate, but more and more I like the idea of going in my knickers. And you peeing on me was so dirty -- I loved it!"

The two hugged closer, falling into silence and falling into the arms of sleep. 

Several hours later, Naomi awoke. The clock told her it was just past midnight -- they'd fallen asleep early, exhausted by passion, and had left the lamps on in the bedroom. Christina looked beautiful as she slept, one hand shielding her face from the light, heavy breasts facing Naomi as the redhead lay on her right side. The young brunette had been awoken by her bladder, and began to slowly shift so that she could get out of bed when a typically naughty thought crossed her mind -- why get up? Christina had admitted she had become a fan of Naomi's toilet habits, and, after all, she'd peed on Naomi earlier today...

Settling back down, she snuggled against Christina who stirred briefly but remained asleep. Their breasts were touching, Naomi's nipples stiffening as she considered what she was about to do -- not through desperation, but through dirty desire. Relaxing, she started to pee. The warm urine bubbled from her naked pussy, running over her left inner thigh and over her bottom to soak the sheet and mattress and form a puddle around her in the indentation made by her body. She'd had a couple of glasses of wine whilst cleaning up earlier, and there was a lot of pee. The pool and the wet patch on the bedding spread down to her knees and up to her breasts, and as she was laying right by Christina, flooded around her too. Naomi waited until the last of her wee had hissed out of her, luxuriated briefly in the filthy feeling of lying in a bed full of her own piss, then snuggled in close to Christina and began to kiss her and stroke her boobs. 

Christina awoke slowly, the sleep-fog lifting as she felt and responded to Naomi's kisses on her lips and hands stroking and pinching her nipples. Then she realised she was wet, and came fully awoke, sitting upright suddenly. "What the fuck?" she exclaimed, but Naomi simply looked up with her big, blue eyes, teasing her lower lip coquettishly with an index finger. "You...you pissed in my bed? The sheets are soaked and the mattress will be stained! When it dries, my room will smell of pee!" Christina had to admit that this last statement made her pussy twinge.

"I needed to go..." Naomi said in a little-girl voice, pouting. 

"Go! I'll tell you where you're going -- you're going to get a spanking!" Christina grabbed Naomi's hip and rolled her face down into the sodden bedding. "Lift up!" she commanded, and Naomi lifted her bottom, balancing on her knees with her big boobs pushed into the pool of piss. Instinctively, Christina scooped her right hand into the pool, dripping and smearing a handful of pee over Naomi's bottom, which was still sore from the spanking she'd taken earlier -- not that Christina intended to let that impact on the punishment Naomi's latest disgraceful behaviour warranted. 

The busty redhead drew back her hand and slapped it firmly down onto her younger lover's wide bottom, leaving a handprint on the left cheek and eliciting a gasp from her. She smiled to herself but wasted no time in delivering a similar smack to the other buttock. Stinging spank after stinging spank fell on Naomi's pee-wet, unprotected bottom. Her eyes filled with tears and she soon started to sob, which Christina noted but was not swayed by. Her focus was turning the luscious, soft bottom a deep red. Sometimes she alternated cheeks, sometimes she made the same part sting with smack after smack, but Naomi knew the drill -- her whole bottom, side to side and top to, well, bottom would be burning before long. 

Naomi's sobs turned to cries and she was soon wailing as Christina's relentless spanking beat her bottom. Conscious of the neighbours, Christina pushed Naomi's face into the bed, not enough so that she couldn't draw breath but enough that her cries were muffled and her face was full of her own piss. Finally, when the heat from Naomi's cheeks seemed like it may act as a replacement radiator, Christina stopped the punishment. Giving Naomi only a moment to realise her torment was over, she pulled her upright and locked her in an embrace, crushing their F-cup breasts together, kissing all over the disciplined girl's face, tasting her salty tears and running her hands over Naomi's burning bottom, making her wince. 

They fell into the puddle of piss, once again lost in passion for each other, for their sordid ways, bringing each other to long, shuddering orgasms, both now intoxicated by their wrongness and feeling immune to 'normal' considerations, they drifted to sleep in the wet bed, not caring about the fact that they'd awaken on a stained and smelly mattress, not caring about anything except each other and the naughty games they could play. 

To be continued, if there's demand...



Naughty Naomi Ch. 03



This is obviously a work of fantasy, not logic - be nice to each other. And read the first two parts if you like - it all follows on.

Naomi stood in front of Christina, blue eyes downcast, her thick, chestnut hair shading her face from Christina's stern glare. They were in the study of Christina's home. 

"Say that again, please," Christina commanded, the 38-year old redhead drawing herself up to her full 5'8", her 30F-30-39 curves looking mouth-watering in the black, lacy lingerie set she was wearing - seamed stockings with suspender belt, bikini-style silk panties with lacy trim, a bra which presented her enormous boobs to their best advantage. 

"I said, yes, I do deserve to be punished." Naomi played the part of penitent very well - her tone in no way suggesting that any punishment was relished rather than feared. The 22-year old, both secretary and lover to Christina, was 3½"s shorter than the statuesque redhead, which made her ridiculous curves even more eye-catching. At the moment, Naomi's 32F-27-38 body was clad in a parody of a school uniform - white knee-socks, full-cut, white cotton panties, a short, pleated navy skirt and a white blouse with a tie. The blouse was the right size for her waist, but not for her huge boobs, which strained against the thin material. At the moment, however, neither Naomi's panties nor her socks were fully white. Nor were they fully dry. 

"And how do you deserve to be punished, Naomi?" This was a game with two delighted participants and only one possible outcome, but both women loved every second of it and saw no need to hurry. 

"I deserve to be spanked."

"Only spanked?"

"No. Spanked and whipped and caned, Ms Holloway." Naomi's big eyes started to sparkle with a hint of tears. This may have been a game, but it was designed to heighten her feelings of shame and Christina's feelings of dominance, and the emotion and pleasure was genuine. 

"And how should I do that?"

"Hard. On my bottom." Naomi paused, then added: "Very hard."

"And why should I do that?"

"Because I wet my panties." Christina's gaze fell to look below Naomi's waist. There were a few droplets of moisture on her inner thighs, but the biggest sign was the fact that her socks were soaked, with yellowish stains running down to her feet.

"Show me." With seeming reluctance, Naomi gathered up the hem of her short skirt and raised it so that the front of her clearly pissed in panties was available for her mistress to see - the wet cotton clinging to her recently shaved pussy, the contours and lips of her cunt clear through the warm, wet material. She twisted, showing her full bottom to the redhead so that the wet patch which encased her soft cheeks could be seen. "So you have. Well, you're right - naughty girls wet their knickers and in this house naughty girls get punished."

Christina circled her young prey, pacing slowly, making her wait. She knew that Naomi loved the anticipation as much as the act - that was how she'd discovered her love of using her panties as a toilet after all, as she loved to wait and wait until she was desperate. The voluptuous brunette had also developed a love of being punished too, but liked the delay, the build-up, too. She could see Naomi's nipples, hard as bullets, poking against the blouse, and she knew that the gusset of Naomi's knickers would have been soaked even if she had not deliberately wet herself after breakfast. This was the first day the two had enjoyed together since Naomi moved her things in, making public their relationship, if not what else they got up to. It'd been a frantic two weeks since the first time they awoke together in Christina's pee-wet bed and admitted they wanted to awaken together every day. They'd discussed what had happened between them, what they wanted to happen, how their increasingly disgusting fantasies were intertwining, and were overjoyed to find that neither repelled the other - they simply adored, desired and loved each other. But this love was shown in unconventional ways...

Stopping her pacing in front of Naomi, Christina took the shorter girl's chin and tilted her head back to look at her face. Two pairs of blue eyes met, passion and anticipation flickering across them. With an open palm, Christina suddenly slapped Naomi across her left cheek, rocking the brunette back and making her gasp. "You're not just a naughty girl, though, are you Naomi?" Christina's tone was assertive but full of lust. With her other hand she delivered a slap to Naomi's right cheek, the blow bringing tears to her eyes. "What else are you?"

"I'm a dirty girl," Naomi whispered. Christina gripped each of Naomi's nipples through her blouse, twisting them roughly, eliciting a moan from her lover. 

"Why do you say that?"

"I didn't pee myself by accident. It was on purpose. I like peeing myself." Christina continued to maul Naomi's big, soft tits.

"On purpose?! What sort of dirty, disgusting slut pisses her panties on purpose?"

"I do, Ms Holloway. I love it. I love the smell. I love being dirty." Naomi moaned again as her nipples were twisted and squeezed.

"You're just a naughty, dirty little slut," hissed Christina, stopping tweaking Naomi's boobs long enough to slap her hard across the face again. "Dirty. Naughty. Slut." Each of these last three words was punctuated by her spitting into Naomi's face, her saliva spattering over the pretty 22-year old face before slowly dripping to wet the blouse material that was stretched over Naomi's heavy breasts. She moaned as the spittle dripped from her chin, lost in lust.

Gripping her shoulder, Christina turned and shoved Naomi so that she faced into and fell across her desk. Naomi needed no prompting to assume the position, bending at her waist to lay her upper body over the desktop, boobs squashed against the surface, nipples buzzing against the cold wood, lower back arched to thrust her shapely bottom out, legs slightly spread. Christina flipped the navy skirt up over her back to show Naomi's pissy knickers and bottom to the room. 

Stepping back and to the side, Christina took a moment to examine Naomi's bottom, ogling the soft, round, milky cheeks, currently encased in wee-stained panties. She seemed to absorb punishment almost supernaturally well, rarely carrying marks for more than a couple of days. Although Naomi would have been happy to be caned thrice daily, Christina moderated the punishments as she liked a blank canvas to work on. That said, only once in the last two weeks had Naomi not at the very least taken a long, hard hand spanking, as the two lovers settled into a pattern. As in the first two weeks they'd been in this relationship, Naomi still reported to Christina at the end of each working day and almost always ended up over her knee or bent across the desk. Until last night when Naomi had moved in, they'd been spending all weekend together anyway, and over Saturday and Sunday the curvy brunette could usually expect at least four spankings! 

Christina's large boobs rose as she drew in a deep breath. She wanted to unleash a flurry of spanks, but they had all day today - no need to rush things. She knew Naomi would be in an agony of suspense, and thought she'd let her stew for a bit longer as she looked at her lovely bottom, round thighs and shapely calves as they descended into her wet socks. She loved every inch of Naomi's body, and liked to just watch her, particularly when she was on edge, waiting for a spanking or about to wet herself, or worse. Delicately, she stroked the tips of her fingers across her lover's bottom, tracing patterns on the soft, warm flesh, before feeling the damp, pee-stained cotton. Reflexively she sniffed at her fingers, finding the scent of Naomi's urine oddly arousing. 

The first spank jolted Naomi forwards across the desk, drawing a gasp from her. The second fell almost instantly, crisply cracking across the other cheek. She braced for a third, but the smacks stopped as soon as they'd started. "No warm up spanking today, I think," murmured Christina. "Dirty girls who pee themselves on purpose need to be dealt with sternly, don't you agree?"

"Wh-whatever you say, Miss." Christina took a man's leather belt from a pile of implements in an armchair in the room, and folded it over, holding the buckle and testing the whipping action. Christina smiled cruelly, as she knew Naomi would be in turmoil, not knowing exactly what pain to prepare for - the solid thwap of the paddle, the sting of the cane, or...

She whipped her arm downwards, the leather belt curling across Naomi's wide cheeks with a sharp slap. The wet cotton of her panties protected her slightly, but a pink stripe showed on her cheeks where the belt had connected. Again the belt descended, higher up this time where no flesh was exposed, but the sharp crack and waggle of the brunette's hips betrayed the fact that her knickers were scant protection. 

"Oooohh!" breathed Naomi as the third blow whipped over her round, pinkening bottom, and a fourth followed, this time slapping home on the tender undercurve of her full rear end, eliciting a higher pitched cry from her. Her knees sagged for a moment, but before Christina could instruct her she straightened her legs, once more presenting her bottom for the belt. 

Naomi's cheeks flattened and wobbled under the fifth and sixth smacks from the belt, and with a choked sob she started to cry. Her cheeks were stinging, and the humiliation of her position - bent forward over her lover's desk, knickers and socks damp with her own deliberately released piss, face and blouse-front covered in saliva where she'd been spit upon, buttocks eagerly presented for a painful whipping - was arousing and embarrassing in equal measure, just as she loved. More blows fell, Christina expertly covering the 22-year old's whole bottom, the flesh under her panties a hot pink, the outer edges and undercurve a much hotter red. Her well-beaten bottom swayed from side to side as she flexed her hips, wanting to escape the pain and wanting it to continue. Her flesh rippled under a particularly hard blow and she threw her head back and yelped in pain, fat tears rolling down her cheeks. 

"Now, let's do this properly," Christina said calmly, before pulling the soggy knickers down around Naomi's chubby thighs, exposing the anguished bottom fully. Two more blows scythed down, the leather whipping and curling over the tender buttocks, the now-scarlet globes writhing. Three more times the belt whistled, the blow cracked, Naomi screeched. Her feet were treading in the carpet, her bottom wiggling alluringly, her scorched cheeks a flaming red, her pussy a hot, sticky sign of the perverse enjoyment the punishing spanks gave her.

SWISH-SPANK! "Ooooowww!" wailed Naomi. Then, quietly, before the next blow: "Harder!" 

SWISH-CRACK! "Aaaaghh...harder!"

SWISSSHH-SPANKK!! "Arrrgghh! Please, again!"

They continued, Naomi crying, screaming and then begging for another lash. Christina indulged her, but eased off slightly. She knew Naomi's desires could lead her too far, and didn't want to cause more permanent damage to her lover's bottom, which was already glowing a red more fiery than Christina's hair and was lined with painful weals (although she knew Naomi's seeming super-recovering bottom would see them fade by bedtime!). The swollen, flaming cheeks took lash after lash, the blows covering, criss-crossing and re-covering her tortured nates, the odd one whipping her upper thighs, making her scream a pitch higher, but not stopping her begging for another, occasionally gasping "I'm bad, I'm naughty" under her breath like a twisted mantra. 

"Last one," the redhead advised, before bringing her arm down as fast as she could, smiling at the broken wail this brought forth as Naomi jerked over the desk then collapsed weakly, legs sagging, letting the desk take her weight. Her chest heaved as she cried, sobbing, face a mess of spit, tears and smeared make-up, breasts heavy and tingling with excitement, bottom and thighs on fire. She roughly hauled the damp knickers back up, letting the elastic snap them back into place, producing another cry of pain from Naomi, although the now-cold pee that dampened her panties did a little to cool the fire in her cheeks. 

Christina stood back, admiring her handiwork. The gusset of her own panties was soaking but she didn't want to orgasm just yet. She told Naomi to stand up and turn around, which the soundly-thrashed girl did. Christina always felt that her secretary looked at her most beautiful when she had tears running down her cheeks, as she now did, and felt another twinge in her pussy as she looked at Naomi's boobs, the nipples poking through the material that was still damp with Christina's spit. "Go stand in the corner, you dirty little girl. I'll tell you when you can move again." Nodding, snuffling, Naomi walked over to stand in her appointed 'naughty corner', facing the wall, skirt tucked slightly into the back of her panties so that her full, scarlet cheeks were on show. 

After a few minutes, Naomi had stopped crying and had discreetly wiped the tears and saliva from her face. The cheeks on her face no longer stung where Christina had slapped her, but the stinging in her sore bottom would not disappear any time soon - her buttocks were swollen and throbbing with a stinging ache. She also knew that she was on the edge of orgasm - the slightest touch to her clit and she'd come on the spot. She idly wondered if she could achieve an orgasm just by being spanked - given how much she loved it and was turned on by it, it seemed possible, but she knew Christina held back from being too harsh with her. Maybe she'd have to provoke her one time...

Meanwhile, Christina sat in an armchair, alternating between gazing at Naomi's behind and browsing on her tablet. She was also thinking through a fantasy, but it was not something that she and Naomi could do alone - it needed a third. She was trying to find out what the best approach was, and was lurking on some chatrooms whilst also looking at some escort sites. Every few minutes she'd stroke herself, keeping her arousal at a plateau, always excited, not quite orgasmic. Her face was flushed, her nipples erect, her cunt wet, but she was patient and wanted to prolong the fun. Christina was pulled from her musings by an unexpected sound - a knock at the front door. Cursing and frowning, she told Naomi to stay where she was as she pulled a robe over her lingerie and headed down the hall. She assumed it'd just be the post, and was certainly not prepared for the person on her doorstep. 

19-year old Chloe Edwards was a pupil at the academy, and was well known to Christina - her name appeared in the Discipline Record more often than any other student's and barely three days went by without her bending over to receive the stinging smack of one implement or other. Standing 5'3" she was a pretty, pixie-ish girl with a slim 32B-24-34 figure, though her bottom was amazingly curved with very enticing plump cheeks. Her smooth, long hair was a coppery ginger, her eyes a sparkling blue, her skin very pale with a hint of pinkness. Chloe's expression, when Christina answered the door to her, was her perpetual one - a twinkling, slightly knowing, mischievous one. She smiled at her headmistress, lips a glossy red (wearing too much make-up had been responsible for more than one of her past punishments). She was wearing very tight blue jeans and a simple grey vest with a pink cardigan. "Hi, Miss," she grinned. 

"Chloe, it's...the weekend." Christina's somewhat redundant statement just hung there for a moment. Her normally dominant demeanour was off balance as finding a pupil at her door when her secretary/lover was in the house with a red bottom and wet knickers had knocked her composure. She was also wearing unusually erotic lingerie for a Saturday morning beneath her robe, a glimpse of which would be known all over the school if Chloe should catch sight of it. Mentally admonishing herself, Christina became Ms Holloway. "By which I mean, what are you doing on my doorstep?"

All of a sudden, Chloe looked slightly bashful and cast her eyes downward. "What it is, Miss, is my mum asked me to come over and give you this." The teenager offered an envelope, which Christina accepted with a puzzled frown. Opening it, she pulled out a brief, hand-written note, which said:

Dear Ms Holloway

I am sorry to disrupt your weekend but, as you know from her time at your academy, Chloe is a wilful and naughty girl and I fear that the discipline she receives during the week is not enough to change her ways, so I hoped I could impose on you to give her a good thrashing at the weekend? I appreciate this may be inconvenient, but hope that you can find the time. 

Yours

Betty Edwards

Christina read the note again, blue eyes narrowing. "Step inside, Chloe," she instructed, closing the door and leaving the two of them in the hallway. She'd long suspected that the punishments she handed out to Chloe were not a deterrent, and that the young redhead was deliberately disobeying rules to earn a red bottom. Much like Naomi, she assumed, the girl enjoyed the experience. However this action, actually coming to her personal space, her home, was an unexpected escalation. Her mind worked furiously as the scales of lust versus risk to her career were balanced in her mind. All the while Chloe stood silently in front of her, not looking around. Christina resolved on a course of action, knowing that there was no way back after the second or third step down this path. Oh well, she thought, let's go!

"Tell me, Chloe, how many pieces of your work have I checked in the last 18 months?"

"Ummm...I dunno, Miss. I guess, lots?"

"Yes, indeed, lots. And do I seem like the sort of person who doesn't pay attention?"

"No, Miss."

"So, Chloe - didn't you think I'd recognise your handwriting?" The young girl suddenly blushed and her breath quickened. She offered no reply, so Christina continued. "Of course, I do. Which means your mother has nothing to do with you being here. You've come to my house to ask me to punish you because you enjoy it. Haven't you? HAVEN'T YOU?!" Chloe recoiled at the suddenly raised voice, but briefly raised her eyes, two pairs of blue eyes, two redheads, looked at each other momentarily and she nodded briefly before looking back at the carpet beneath her feet. "This puts me in an awkward position, Chloe. Have you considered how it would look to the parents at my school if it turned out I had a student in my house and was spanking her because she enjoyed it? How that would seem?"

"I wouldn't say anything, Miss," Chloe said, meekly.

"But these things can be discovered, can't they? Can I trust that you'd say nothing? Can I trust that, Chloe?"

"Oh, yes, I promise, Miss! But I am bad and I need you to punish me like you do at school."

Christina was taken aback by the sheer hunger in Chloe's statement - she really did desperately want to be disciplined. Still, she needed to assert her control over this incredible situation. "But what would I get from this, Chloe? You ask me to give up my time and risk my career just because you want someone to whip your naughty bottom. Why would I do that?"

Chloe looked at her now, full in the face, earnest, imploring. "I'd do anything, Miss. Anything at all. Just, please, I want to be punished. I want you to make me cry."

Naomi could hear none of this, even when Christina raised her voice. She knew that someone had been welcomed inside and a conversation was being had, but unidentifiable murmurs were all her ears detected. So she did as she should, stayed in her corner and contemplated her sore bottom.

Back in the hall, Christina raised a delicate eyebrow. "Anything? That covers a lot of ground, Chloe. What are you saying?"

"Just what I said, Miss. I want you to really punish me, I want you to cane me so that I'm crying. A lot of the girls think you really enjoy caning us, that that's why you set up the academy. So, if you do, if...if you like girls, then you can do anything you want with me. Just, please, spank my bottom." Chloe blushed during this little speech and again looked at the floor. 




Naughty Naomi Ch. 03



Christina stood silently, assessing the situation. So far as she could determine, a sexy, nubile, submissive gift-horse had just knocked on her front door, and she was loath to miss this chance. On the other hand, a deviant, lesbian relationship with a 19-year old - a student half her age - would be enough for the local press to go into meltdown; and that's before you include any revelations about her and Naomi. On the one hand, she'd seen Chloe's rather lovely bottom and knew how much she enjoyed punishing it, and she had been daydreaming about adding a playmate to her games with Naomi; on the other hand, public humiliation... Smiling softly, she tilted Chloe's head back by her chin so that the two beautiful redheads were again looking at each other. "'Anything' means three things, Chloe. It means that I will punish you as often and as hard as I determine you warrant, both here and at the academy. It means you will also submit to other...different...things that I may ask of you. And it means you must never tell another soul. Do you say yes?"

Without hesitation the teen replied: "Yes."

"Then, tell me, I assume you remember the secretary, Miss Green?" 

"Umm, yeah, the pretty one in the office with the big..." Whatever Chloe had been about to say was choked off as Christina opened the door to the study, revealing her lover's current situation to her new guest's gaze. Chloe took the scene in: a girl, apparently Naomi Green, the young secretary, standing in the corner, clearly freshly spanked judging from the red thighs and the red buttocks she could see emerging from what seemed to be some wet and yellow-stained knickers. Chloe's mind worked quickly - this meant that all her fantasies and dreams and the rumours she'd heard were possible: Ms Holloway did like girls, and liked punishing them. She'd wanted to be spanked and seduced by the buxom headmistress since she'd first laid eyes on her, but it had taken over a year to pluck up the courage as she deliberately flouted the academy rules, earning sterner and sterner punishments. And now, finally, she was here and it looked like the scenes she'd masturbated to could come true, along with maybe some things she'd never even imagined - had Naomi peed herself?! She sensed movement and glanced to her right, so see Ms Holloway shedding her robe, revealing sensual lingerie that displayed her huge breasts in a manner that made Chloe's mouth water. 

"Get undressed, Chloe," said Christina, softly but firmly. She was proud of the fact that Naomi had remained facing the wall, but, watching as the ginger-haired teenager removed her clothes, she moved to her lover and whispered a summary of the last ten minutes to Naomi, who listened, smiled and nodded. "Now, Chloe, kneel down and come over here on your hands and knees, like a dog." Wordlessly, she complied. Christina had turned Naomi around, and Chloe was on her hands and knees in front of her, face level with the curvy brunette's pee-soaked gusset. "Arch your back, Chloe," instructed Christina, smiling lasciviously as the teen did so, pushing her round bottom up. "Now, lick Naomi, through her knickers, until she comes." 

Chloe hesitated momentarily - she'd been with a few girls, so licking pussy was nothing new to her, but this close she could smell that the wetness and stains she saw on Naomi's panties were definitely piss, which was pretty gross. However, her situation was clarified during the momentary delay, as, with a whistling crack, a thick, leather belt cracked down across her up thrust buttocks, pinkening them and making her squeal. "I said lick Naomi until she comes!" Swallowing her distaste, Chloe pushed her face into Naomi's crotch, breathing in deeply the mingled scent of Naomi's piss and musk, before sticking her tongue out and firmly licking at Naomi's pussy. Her mouth filled with the thick taste of pee, a new taste for her, but she fell to her task, pressing and stroking as skilfully as she could as she tried to bring Naomi off. For her part, Naomi responded instantly, unfazed by the sudden appearance of a pupil she recognised, and pushed her crotch forward, eager for the pressure of Chloe's pink tongue. 

Christina knew that, given her heightened state of arousal, it would not be long before Naomi came, so she saw no reason to delay her own intentions. Coiling the buckle end of the belt in her fist, she whipped the belt down again across Chloe's inviting bottom, thrilling at the slap-crack sound, loving the sight of the curvy cheek flattening under the impact and then the fleshy spring-back of the redhead's posterior. Again the belt fell, and again, each firm lash cracking across Chloe's plump cheeks, pushing her forward so her tongue and face pressed firmly into Naomi's damp crotch. Chloe and Naomi both grunted and gasped from each stroke, though for different reasons. The belt whipped again, another red band appearing across Chloe's punished arse.

Chloe cried out as the belt flogged her even harder, and tears started to form in her eyes as she'd asked for. Another whoosh-crack, another searing band of pain, this time around her upper thighs, and with a shriek her tears started to fall whilst her tongue continued to lick at Naomi through the pissy cotton barrier. Another line of pain crossed Chloe's now glowing bottom, the natural pinky-white of her flesh now a hot scarlet, then another, then another. 

"I'm coming, I'm coming..." breathed Naomi, grinding herself now against Chloe's face, hips pushing forward hungrily as she shook with a welcome climax. All the while her lover was orgasming, Christina continued to whip the now sobbing Chloe, making sure the teenager's bottom was thoroughly and professionally spanked. As soon as Naomi recovered she opened her eyes and looked at Christina, who returned the look hungrily. Dropping the belt, ignoring Chloe who remained kneeling and crying on the floor, Christina took Naomi in her arms for a greedy, passionate kiss, bodies pressed against each other, tongues intertwined. Then, leaning back on her desk, she pushed Naomi down to the carpet, no instructions needed. Dragging Christina's panties to one side, Naomi set to work on her lover's cunt, dragging her tongue firmly over the lips, licking wetly, pressing strongly on Christina's clit. 

"Like that, yes..." sighed the older redhead, taking rough hold of Naomi's hair and holding her head in place as she continued to eat her out. Naomi continued to lap at her cunt, bringing her quickly to the edge and then over, Christina came, shuddering on the tongue of her young girlfriend, squeezing at her own breasts and moaning with pleasure. 

Panting slightly, Christina relaxed and considered the situation before her. A naked, well-beaten 19-year old redheaded girl was crying gently on the floor; a pretty 22-year old brunette was sitting in peed panties, smiling up at her, pussy juice on her face; her bladder was very full; a table full of canes, belts, paddles and slippers was under her. The rest of the day could possibly be paradise...

To be continued, if there's demand...



Naughty Naomi Ch. 04



This has been much-delayed and is only half complete so is shorter than previous chapters but positive feedback for part 3 wanted more and wanted dirty, so toilet action follows - you're warned if that's not your thing. I hope to get back into the swing with this, if I have time. Everyone's legal age and consenting and in my imagination anyways... 

All three women in the room were beautiful, and all three had blue eyes. Beyond that, there were points of similarity and points of difference. Christina Holloway was the oldest at 38, and was the boss of one and the headmistress of the other. Standing 5'8" and with a proud, almost regal demeanour, she was sexually dominant, her glossy copper hair and 30F-30-39 curves making finding a submissive quite easy, as many people would do anything this woman asked. 

Her secretary and lover, Naomi Green was, at 22, much younger and, at 5'4½", shorter, though her 32F-27-38 body was as extravagantly curved. Her wide-mouthed, open face was innocently pretty and her thick, brunette hair fell in tumbles around it. She was a sexual submissive and very kinky - her idea of heaven was being soundly caned after being desperate and pissing in her knickers. 

Finally, the youngest, 19-year old Chloe Edwards, was a student at the exclusive disciplinary academy Christina ran. Her hair was as fiery as Christina's, and she was the shortest of the three at 5'3" and though she was nowhere near as busty as the voluptuous pair she shared the room with, her cheeky face and eye-catchingly round bottom were key features of her 32B-24-34 figure. She was also a submissive, loving nothing more than being spanked and caned until she was in tears.

Moments earlier Christina had whipped Chloe with a belt while she ate Naomi's pussy through some recently pissed-in knickers, before herself being licked to orgasm by Naomi. And now she was planning how to spend the rest of her Saturday. Chloe was still on her hands and knees on the floor, naked, crying softly, whilst Naomi was on her knees in front of Christina, between her legs, dressed like a schoolgirl in white blouse, knee socks and panties and a short, pleated, navy skirt. Her blouse was too small, her big, soft boobs threatening to escape at any point, and her knickers and socks were damp with pee. 

Christina was wearing a black, lacy lingerie set of seamed stockings with suspenders, bikini-style, lace-trimmed silk panties and a cleavage-enhancing bra. At the moment, her panties were pulled to one side, exposing her ginger-furred pussy, wet with Naomi's saliva, to the room. And Christina very much needed a piss. She looked down at her young secretary, who returned her gaze, two beautiful, lushly curved women staring into each other's blue eyes. Christina's lips curled slightly into a wicked smile. 

Seeing this, Naomi's lips parted as she was about to ask her lover what was prompting the smile. Her timing was perfect, at least so far as Christina's intention to surprise and humiliate the beautiful brunette went. Just as Naomi inhaled to speak, a gush of hot, pale yellow piss spurted from Christina's pussy, splashing over the young girl's face, wetting her hair and filling her mouth. 

Naomi, choked and spluttered, instinctively recoiling as her eyes stung and the pee spattered over her, but the deliciously naughty desire that was never far from her quickly overcame that instinct as her boss pissed on her, and she pushed her face back into Christina's piss-flow, willingly opening her wide, pretty mouth, feeling it fill with the warm, bubbling pee, tasting Christina's urine, loving the sensation of her mouth over-flowing and the yellow water running down her full chest, soaking her already pissed-in schoolgirl outfit. She was sitting under her mistress, in wet knickers, sore bottom under her, being pissed on like a toilet slut. She almost came on the spot. 

Hearing Naomi gasp, Chloe turned her tear-filled eyes on the scene and simply watched open-mouthed. She could not believe the world of kink she'd landed in. Sure, she was a bit filthy herself, often bringing herself off over fantasies of her headmistress caning her for no reason other than Chloe deserving continuous punishment. But now she was watching that same headmistress pee all over her secretary! And not only was she enjoying it - she seemed to be drinking it!? 

Runnels of pee trickled from Christina's pussy, the droplets tracing wet streaks down her round, white thighs to soak into the top of her stockings, but the main gush continued to pour into Naomi's mouth, who was luxuriating in her filthy submission, her pussy throbbing as she gulped the warm, acrid piss down her throat. 

Presently, the stream of piss came to an end. Chloe was still watching, raptly attentive. Christina relaxed back against the desk, nostrils flaring as she inhaled the stink in her room, aware of the wetness at the top of her silk stockings. And Naomi sat on the floor, smiling like a child at Christmas, dripping wet in soaking clothes, in a puddle of pee. 

"Oh my..." murmured Christina. Then, standing, she added "right, Chloe, get on your feet and come with me. We need to have a discussion. Naomi - you are to stay dressed exactly as you are and sort out the mess in this room." The teenager assented and, still nude, followed Christina out of the study, closing the door behind her to leave Naomi alone. 

Shakily, the brunette stood up. Tidying away the spanking implements only took a moment, and she picked up Chloe's clothes from the floor, folding them neatly and leaving them in a pile on the desk. The main issue was the pool of piss on the floor - she'd swallowed as much as she could, and her sodden clothes had absorbed plenty, but she still needed to mop up the remainder. Looking around the office, she wondered how to clean up, before hitting upon a characteristically naughty idea. 

From the pile of clothes on the desk, she picked up Chloe's panties - tight, pink shorts - knelt down and and dropped them into the puddle, rolling them in the pee to absorb as much as she could. Then she picked up the soggy rag, tipped her head back and squeezed out the wet cotton, splashing the now-cold piss over her lips and again drinking down what fell in her mouth. She put the knickers into her mouth briefly, sucking on the material to get more moisture out, before repeating the process. 

Eventually, using Chloe's knickers as a cloth, Naomi cleaned up and drank the pee that had splashed on the ground. Standing, she dropped the damp and unmistakeably piss-soaked panties on top of the pile of Chloe's clothes. Christina hadn't told her she could leave after cleaning up, so she decided to stay in the study and wait for her lover and the schoolgirl to return. 

An hour later, Naomi was very bored. Her clothes had dried, although the mixture of her own and Christina's urine had left her smelling like a urinal, and her hair was in a frightful state having been soaked in pee and then allowed to simply dry naturally. The belting she'd taken had faded to a pleasantly sore tingle, but she'd heard nothing from elsewhere in the house and seemed to have been forgotten. She'd not been told she could leave the room, but Chloe's arrival had changed the dynamic of her day with her boss. 

Ordinarily she'd disobey some instruction or other at regular intervals as a catalyst for sexy play with Christina, but she appreciated that having one of the pupils from the academy in the house was a risky, if exciting, development in their relationship. That said, she'd certainly enjoyed the feel of Chloe's tongue pressing against her pussy as she watched Christina beat the pretty young redhead...

As her wait dragged on, Naomi realised another need - she wanted to go to the toilet. Toilet games had been a growing part of her relationship as Christina seemed content that the naughty 22-year old enjoyed pissing herself and wetting the bed like a child, and indeed, had now taken it a step further by peeing all over Naomi. Like a drug habit, though, each time Naomi indulged a fetish, she wanted more of it, and now, when she touched herself when she was alone, it wasn't occasional desperation that she fantasised about, but ongoing, public humiliation. 

As she considered this, her hand began to stroke at her pussy. She wanted to use her knickers as a toilet all the time, not just when she couldn't hold on. She wanted to pee herself at her desk, wet her jeans at the supermarket, piss the bed and be spanked on the soaked sheets. But there was more, she admitted to herself. Her other hand rubbed across her pillowy boobs, then under her nose so she could smell the stale pee on her clothes, whilst she rubbed more insistently at her pussy, spreading her legs and slumping down in the chair so that her round, pink bottom was pressing against the edge, the soreness reminding her of her earlier punishment. 

Yes, there was more. What had at first been a few accidents was now a constant desire. She wanted to poo herself. Just admitting that almost made her come. She wanted to disgrace herself, wanted to shit in her knickers, not even try to go to the loo. She wanted to have to sit at her desk, her bottom squashed into an obscene pile of her own dung. She wanted...oh god...she wanted to smell it, to feel it squeezing into her underwear, to...no, she couldn't admit that, it was too dirty!

She knew she wanted to go, and made no attempt to fight. Slipping further down in the chair so that her wide hips hung off the edge, she relaxed, slowing her masturbating to a gentle stroke, drew in a deep breath, and pushed. The sheer dirtiness of that was overwhelming - she wasn't trying not to dirty her knickers like a naughty child - she was doing it on purpose. She moaned aloud as the first sticky lump squashed out of her and tented the back of her white panties away. 

The poo smudged into the cotton, and was pushed aside as a big, soft pile followed it, quickly filling the back of her panties which sagged away from her bottom, biting into her hips with the weight of sticky turds that suddenly filled the 22-year old's pants. As she deliberately shit herself, she once more began to touch herself, furiously pressing at her clit as her knickers filled up. Timing it perfectly, she waited until she was on the very brink, before raising herself and then, slowly, sitting back in the chair. As her lovely, round bottom, encased in dirty panties, sank into the poo, the resistance of the chair making it flatten over her buttocks and squeeze between her legs towards her cunt, she came, visions of even more disgusting behaviour filling her mind. 

A few minutes later, Naomi, still alone, stood up and took stock of the situation. Her white knee-socks looked fine, but had a faint smell of pee about them from when she'd wet herself earlier and from where they'd gotten wet again after Christina pissed over her. Her cotton panties were no longer white, having been soaked with her own piss and now filled with smelly, sticky poop which stained the back a light, fudge brown and left obscene bulges at the back. The gusset was also sticky from her pussy, given she'd come twice that morning already. Her pleated skirt was damp with Christina's pee, and her white blouse, which had already been stretched over her huge, 32F boobs, was mostly transparent thanks to the soaking it'd received. 

The school tie hung like a rag in her cleavage. Her makeup was smudged and her long, brunette hair was a mess. The whole study had the odour of a toilet, although she suspected that that was mostly her. Although it was disgusting, she found the smell oddly arousing too. Walking around the room, she felt the warm mass in her panties shift around, pressing against her buttocks in a way that served as a constant reminder that she'd shit her pants like a toddler. The sensation was almost enough to make her orgasm again. Naomi was through with toilets, so far as she was concerned. 

To be continued, if there's demand...



Naughty Naomi Ch. 05



Everyone's over 18 in this story and you shouldn't ever behave like the people in this work of fiction. This chapter also covers new kinks as a result of reader feedback, so let me know what you like (or don't) and I'll see what I can do! 

The next chapter is already half-written so should arrive soon (ish!) 

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Had anyone else been there, they'd have seen a pretty, 5' 4½", 22-year old brunette standing, alone, seemingly studying a display of nappies. They'd maybe have noticed her big, blue eyes and clear, creamy complexion. They'd definitely have eyeballed her gravity-taunting bosom and profoundly curvy body (32F-27-38, for those keeping score). But, nobody was there, and Naomi concentrated and tried to slow down her breathing. Her heart was beating fast and beads of sweat were forming at her hairline, dampening her tousled, chestnut locks. It was 7.45pm and the supermarket was near to closing time, so she had the aisle to herself (she'd chosen 'baby and shampoo' as it seemed appropriate for her plans). 

Ever since 19-year old redhead Chloe had inserted herself into her relationship with Christina, her boss, the dynamic had not been the same. Christina loved to spank and cane girls. Chloe loved to be spanked and caned. It was a great match. Naomi also delighted in having her fleshy cheeks punished, but she had other, dirtier but equally strong peccadilloes that she wanted to indulge. When it was just the two of them, 38-year old Christina had seemed happy to explore, especially when Naomi then explored her body with her tongue, but now Chloe's enticingly chubby cheeks had stolen her attention she was less keen to wake up in a pissed-in bed or have a house that smelled like a toilet, so a distance grew between the lovers.

Naomi was still living with her boss, but she felt stifled at home. Which is why she was now standing in the nappy aisle at her local supermarket, alone. Alone and desperate to use the toilet. Not that she had any intention of doing that! Given Christina's changed tolerance in her dirty habits, Naomi had been using the toilet way too much for her own liking in the last couple of weeks. Rather than indulging her and then punishing her, Christina now just looked annoyed if Naomi turned up in front of her with soaked legs or a stinky load in her knickers, so she'd stopped messing at home and, as she was still Christina's secretary, at work too. 

So, Friday night, nearly 8pm, Chloe undoubtedly laid across the bed Naomi and Christina still shared, having her teenaged-bottom thoroughly and painfully whipped, and Naomi was gearing herself up to go in her panties in public. She'd been planning this for days, but this would be her public debut. She'd wet herself outside on occasion, but her deliberate intention here was to shit herself, in public, half a mile from home. She was terrified and exhilarated in equal measure. And no way could she pretend it was an accident - this was a plan days in the making. 

In the morning she'd dressed with tonight in mind. Bikini-style panties, cotton, in pink and white gingham - clean, which was odd for her as she liked to wear knickers that smelled of stale pee - another thing Christina recently found aggravating. She'd tried various materials, but liked plain cotton best, as it showed stains, which excited her, and was good at holding a load. Over them she chose black, calf-length leggings and on top a patterned mini dress that fell to her bottom. She knew this wasn't as brazen as she could've been - the black was picked to hide wetness and the dress to cover a bulge - but this public messing was a dry run. Or a wet, smelly run, more like. The dress was tight across her huge, soft boobs (which would draw the attention of most pairs of eyes that looked her way), and her feet were in white Converse low tops and trainer socks. 

A quick glance told her she still had the aisle to herself. She realised she was in front of the adult-sized diapers and suppressed a giggle. Biting gently at her bottom lip, she willed herself to relax. This was it. She'd planned it. She'd imagined it all day. She'd chosen her spot. Now she was going to go in her pants, like a baby. No, not even like a baby - they had no choice. She was a dirty, perverted 22-year old who was going to use her panties as a toilet, in public, completely on purpose, because it turned her on. Just thinking that to herself made her pussy moist. 

Another deep inhale and slow exhale. Her nipples were aroused, her heavy breasts felt warm, her cheeks were flushed. Then she began. The pee came first, initially a quick burst that soaked into the gusset of her knickers, then a longer flow, which spread in a wave down the material of the leggings on her inner thighs, running around the back to soak her bottom and the back of her legs, then running past the end of them, pale yellow streams glistening down her calves, rivulets of piss filling her shoes and, inevitably, causing a slowly spreading puddle between her feet. Ordinarily she liked to focus on the wetting, to enjoy the slow, warm, wet spread as she peed herself, but today she was rushing and she was still pissing when she felt her bowel shift and her bottom-hole start to open. 

Naomi realised quickly that this was going to be messier than she'd planned - maybe drinking coffee all day had been a mistake. Normally her poop was soft, firm lumps, but as her anus pouted, what squeezed out into her wet knickers was a sloppy gush with the consistency of wet cement. It felt hot against her smooth buttocks as it smeared and spread, moulding against her bottom and trickling between her legs to seep into her gusset. She doubled over slightly as a second push delivered a bigger burst of soft shit. Two issues were immediately obvious. First, she'd expected big, soft lumps that would sit in her knickers, but this foul ooze was already creeping under the elastic of her panties and slimming down her legs. Secondly, the smell was appalling - a pungent, watery and unmistakable stink of shit surrounded her. She was suddenly scared now, and tears welled in her big eyes. This was much worse than she'd imagined.

She had to get out of here, that was the main consideration. She started to walk down the aisle, then stopped. If you didn't go out through the checkouts, there was a security guard scrutinising people to check for shoplifters, and scrutiny was the last thing she needed. Best buy something and use a self-serve till. Given where she was, Naomi grabbed a packet of adult diapers and waddled towards the cashiers, piss-filled shoes squelching around her soggy socks, sloppy load of shit in her knickers squeezing disgustingly around her bottom, thighs and, now, pussy, as the soft load oozed around her body. 

Amazingly, she made the checkout undetected, scanned her item, paid, and moved swiftly for the door. It was closing time and the guard had seen her pay so paid no attention to her as she walked out into the evening (although he did sniff the air and wrinkle his nose a moment later). Once free of the store, Naomi squelched across the empty car park in the direction of home. As she neared the edge of the lot, finally properly relaxed, her insides spasmed again and she bent over. With a foul, burbling fart, another hot, stinky, soft wave of shit poured out of her. As she was bent over, her pissy panties and leggings were tight across her broad bottom, so the shit squeezed into available space. The back of her panties was a brown mess from top to bottom, slimy, sticky poo coating her whole bum. Thick trails had seeped down the backs of her legs and her inner thighs almost down to her knees, and the runny crap had worked between her legs, coating her pussy disgustingly. This slurry of shit was not like the soft, solid lumps she enjoyed pushing into her knickers. The sharp, shitty smell was very strong too - if she got within ten yards someone would know what she'd done. From the waist down she was covered in a smelly, sludgy mess. 

Like the metaphorical lightbulb, an idea suddenly popped into her stressed head. The parking lot backed onto a small park, and the park had some grim, usually best-avoided toilets in it. But considering the state she was in, grim and best-avoided were hardly considerations. As fast as she could, trying to ignore the semi-liquid poop sliming between her legs and across her pussy (trying to ignore the fact that she was enormously horny), Naomi hurried across the empty car park and into the dusky park. 

She reached the toilet without meeting anyone, and quickly locked herself into the disabled loo as it was a self-contained unit with a sink. And, miraculously, the lights worked. Placing the bag of nappies to one side, she took off her Converse and tipped a small shower of pee from each into the loo. Next off came her socks, wrung out over the loo and then put down with her shoes. Her mini-dress was ok, so she removed that and hung it over a handrail. Now she took a moment to look in the mirror. The mess didn't seem that bad. To her waist she was fine (much better than fine, any fan of her pillowy, 32F tits which filled her bra to its limit would say). Below the waist, her leggings looked wet if you studied them, and the stench was undeniable, but it didn't look awful. Until she took them off. 

Naomi's legs and bottom and pussy were covered in smears of foul, sticky shit. As she peeled off her leggings it dropped off her onto the floor. Her pink, gingham knickers were a brown mess. As sparingly as she could (not wanting to run out!) she started to clean up, wiping herself as clean as she could and flushing away several loads of toilet paper. She washed her leggings and panties out in the sink, nearly gagging at the smell and slimy texture of her poop - no more coffee, she resolved. It took 40 minutes, then she was done. Now her next problem - her clothes were still too smelly and awful to put back on. She'd gingerly put her damp socks and shoes on, and pulled her dress back on, but her panties were too icky, even by her standards, as were the leggings. She turned her back to the mirror and looked over her shoulder. The dress did just about cover her bottom at the back and her pussy at the front, with maybe half an inch to spare. It was loose fitting, so any wind would be revealing, but she'd maybe get away with it. It was 9pm, so dark had fallen and the streets would be quiet on the way home as most people would be in bars. Besides - what were her options? Putting her soiled clothes into the bag with the diapers, she unlocked the loo to head home. 

"Jesus, girl, we were wondering how long you were gonna be," said the first of the five lads standing in the doorway. Naomi gasped and took an involuntary step backwards. This was a mistake, as the boys all took a step forward, blocking the door. "We wasn't sure we believed Rob when he told us he was sure this honey had pissed and shit in his aisle at work, but fuck me it hums in here!"

One of the others piped up "Told you, Mark. I saw the puddle as she left and it proper stank all the way down the aisle."

Naomi continued backing away, struck dumb. She was scared and confused and her brain had seemingly quit on her. 

"I was right, too," added one of the others. "I thought it was her. She works at that weird school my cousin Clair goes to." 

The one called Mark smiled, a shark's smile. "Now, don't look so nervous. We're not murderers or rapists or anything." Naomi's addled mind acknowledged that with a sense of relief. "But, we do know who you are, or can find out anyways, and Rob did have to clean up your piss and spray air-freshener all over. So I guess the question me and the boys have is this: what's it worth to you to keep this off of FaceSpace?"

All five had now come into the toilet, and one casually locked the door. Naomi was intimidated and a little scared - it was all well them saying murder and rape were not on the menu, but from the way they all stared at her chest, clearly they hoped she'd put herself on it. And...was she a little excited? No, she told herself, slightly unconvincingly. 

"I've...I've no money," she stammered, vaguely proffering her purse as if it would somehow offer corroboration. 

Mark continued to smile. "That's ok, we're not, what's it called? Extortionists? Yeah. We're just friendly lads asking a friendly question, that's all."

"What do you want?" Naomi was surprised how submissive her voice sounded. The group broke into lascivious grins. She knew what they wanted, and said so. "But...I like girls." She'd rarely admitted that out loud, and she blushed. Why that would be as embarrassing as five strangers knowing she had wet and pooped herself she could not begin to explain. 

"That's cool - so do we!" laughed one of the others. 

Naomi tried to collect her thoughts. How the hell had she ended up in this mess, trapped in a toilet with five strange guys who knew enough about her to cause widespread humiliation for her. It was that thought that triggered a response in her. It was humiliating. She loved feeling humiliated and submissive. Maybe she should tell them to fuck off and take the shame. Let everyone on FaceSpace know she was a pervert who liked messing herself. But even more humiliating would be to do what these guys wanted. To sell herself to buy their silence. They knew she wanted girls, they knew she wouldn't enjoy being with them, but she was attractive and had huge tits. They just wanted to use her, like they'd use anything. Functional, disposable. Casual. Like taking a piss. Like she had, in her knickers. On purpose, at the start of the path that led to here. This was all her fault and she should pay the price of her perversion. 

Looking Mark, then the others, in the eye, Naomi offered a payment. "I'll suck you off. All of you. But I'm not having sex with you."

"You'll swallow," said Mark. Naomi recoiled slightly and shook her head. "Wasn't a question, luv." His tone made her pussy tingle and, literally, brought her to her knees. Naomi was lost in her sense of humiliation now, totally accepting the mess she'd got herself into. She was not attracted to these guys, but that made this more exciting, not less. Her keen sense of humiliation was alive and on fire. Mark stepped forward first, undoing his jeans and pulling out an already semi-erect cock. With no pretence, he shoved it at Naomi's face. Opening her full lips, she allowed him into her mouth, closing her eyes to focus her mind on her submissive capitulation. This was a mistake, or she'd have seen two of the guys position their mobile phones pointing at her and set them recording video. That would be a problem for another day, though. Now she focused on sucking Mark's rapidly stiffening cock. 

Mark wound his hands into her thick hair, pulling her head forward and starting to fuck her face. Naomi mewled and tried to pull away, gagging slightly as his cock nudged the back of her throat, and coughing streams of saliva onto her dress. Undeterred, Mark resumed fucking her mouth, and Rob unceremoniously reached down to drag her dress and bra aside, flopping her magnificent tits out for their eyes (and the cameras) to feast on. Naomi relaxed as much as she could, keeping her lips around the shaft of the cock that was thrusting in and out of her mouth. Spit dripped from her lips onto her tits leaving gleaming trails, and the sounds of his mates urging him on covered his and her grunts. In due course, she felt Mark's penis twitch in her mouth and his hands tighten in her hair, ensuring she could not pull back as several gouts of thick, salty sperm jetted from his dick, hitting the roof of her mouth, filling her cheeks and running into her throat. Tears ran from her eyes as she coughed but managed to swallow the full load. Mark pulled his softening cock from her mouth and stood aside. 

The next 20 minutes were much the same. Rob followed Mark, fucked her mouth furiously and emptied himself copiously down her throat. Then the third guy - gentler but his cock tasted strongly and he came gallons. The fourth seemed reluctant - almost as reluctant as Naomi - but was rock hard when he pushed the head of his cock into her aching mouth, and didn't last long as she sucked and licked with her tongue. Another salty mouthful ensued. Finally the fifth lad took his turn. He was the roughest, and his dick the biggest. Naomi tried to do what had worked on the others, swirling her tongue over the head of his cock, softly gliding her lips up and down the shaft, but he was determined to fuck her face, tightly holding her hair as he almost choked her on his cock. She coughed and gurgled, drooling streamers of spit down her chin and over her tits as he pushed his dick into her mouth again and again, the purple head nudging the back of her throat. 

After a few minutes, Naomi stopped fighting him and just relaxed into it, passively letting him screw her throat until, with a moan, he came. But as he came he shoved deep into her throat again, so his load of sperm hit directly into her throat, already blocked with his cock. Crying, coughing and hacking, Naomi fell back, collapsed onto her haunches feeling her gorge rise, sucked in a gasp of air, retched, then, disgustingly, vomited five loads of cum over herself, slimy tendrils of spit, jizz and bile splattering down her front, coating her tits and splashing into her lap and on her dress. As she heaved a second mouthful, she heard the boys laughing and Mark say "Come on, let's go" and they started to leave. "Actually, hang on," he added, and brought his cock out again. Like most guys, a few minutes after an orgasm he needed a pee. He got as far as lifting the lid on the loo when Naomi, now little more than a voluptuous pile of perverted excitement, coughed and waved a hand at him. 

"No," she said hoarsely. "On me."

It was a simple instruction, but took Mark a moment to process. When realisation dawned, he grinned his shark's grin again, muttered "Fucking filthy bitch" and turned to face her. There was a moment of stillness, his cock twitched in his hand, then a burst of hot, acrid pee jetted from the end of his cock to splatter all over Naomi's face and hair. She just sat for a moment, thrilling to the degradation as he pissed over her, feeling the hot urine run over her body, soaking her bra and mini-dress. Then she opened her mouth, giving him something to aim at, and he obliged, filling her aching mouth with pee. It bubbled over her tongue and teeth, filling her mouth and running over her face. She swallowed a mouthful, then another, then Mark was done. She looked meaningfully at the others. Neither Rob nor the nervous fourth wanted to go, but a moment later the other two were peeing over her and she was drinking mixed mouthfuls of their piss as they thoroughly soaked every inch of her. 

Finally they filed out, making sure the phones recording her sucking them, sicking up their cum all over herself and actually asking them to piss on her went with them. She realised she was sitting on the floor in a warm puddle of pee, with the door open, sobbing but aroused, a pissy, pukey mess of spit, snot and cum all over her face and exposed breasts, a bag of soiled knickers and leggings and adult diapers by her side, having just sucked off five guys, three of whom she didn't even know the names of, then been pissed over by three of them. 

In a daze, she closed and locked the door, then she sat back down, instantly rubbing frenziedly at her naked pussy. She was so turned on right now that she'd have let them do anything to her, had they remained. Her free hand clutched at her massive boobs, coated in piss and the slimy mess she'd vomited over them. Her nipples were like throbbing stones, hard and tender. Reaching into the bag, she retrieved the damp, dirty knickers, and, still rubbing at her clit, used them to wipe the cocktail of fluids off her boobs. She knew she was wiping her tits 'clean' with knickers she'd pissed and shit in earlier, but she was lost in her own land of naughty filth. She brought the knickers to her face, wiping them down both cheeks then, without taking a moment to consider, opened her mouth, put the shitty cotton rag on her tongue, and sucked. Her senses were assaulted with many sensations. Thick tendrils of five lads' sperm and her own snot and saliva, an acrid sense of four lots of urine and, worst of all, the spicy, earthy taste of her own shit. Naomi gagged and coughed, but kept the vile panties in her mouth, her tongue licking at the stained gusset as she came and came and came. 




Naughty Naomi Ch. 05



When she came back down, Naomi felt like she'd had a religious experience. She knew herself, now. She was a deviant. Nothing was too outrageous or disgusting for her. In fact, if it wasn't disgusting, she wasn't that interested. She squeezed her tits back into her piss-wet bra and pulled her piss-wet dress back into place. Then giggling and smiling like a kid on her birthday, she used her knickers and leggings to mop up the pool of piss the three lads had created, then put them back on, dripping wet, dirty, smelly and clammy. Combing her peed-on hair behind her ears, she picked up the packet of nappies, leaving the carrier behind so that anyone could see what she'd bought, and began her walk home to Christina's. 

To be continued...



Naughty Naomi Ch. 06



This story carries on directly from part 5, so maybe read that first. This story also gets dirtier, so if a little vomit and quite a bit of scat are not your thing I'd turn back now -- fair warning! Everyone's over 18, this is a fantasy with wildly irresponsible and unlikely behaviour, be good to each other, etc...

When she arrived home, Naomi learned three things. First, that young, sexy redheads like Chloe go out with their friends on a Friday night in preference to being caned by older, sexy redheads. Secondly, that Christina passionately loved her but was intimidated by the breadth and depth of Naomi's kinks. And third, that making a dominant woman who loves you spend several hours worrying about where you are when she expected you home hurts.

An enforced shower and detailed admission of the night's events later, she lay draped across Christina's knees, her lover/boss' heavy breasts resting warmly on her back as she lectured her about responsible use of mobile phones to let people know where you are. Then Naomi curved her spine, raising her full white cheeks as Christina's hand smacked down, stinging one buttock then the next, back and forth, Naomi's bottom flattening and swirling under the impact, going from pink, then deep pink, to red. The pain mounted, and tears fell, rolling down Naomi's cheeks, but she made no attempt to escape. She'd been naughty and she deserved punishing. 

There was a pause, and her smarting, swollen bottom seemed to have endured its lesson for the evening. Then Naomi howled as a leather-soled slipper whipped down across her ruby nates and the punishment began in earnest. She was bawling, snotting, crying with no restraint like a toddler as Christina spanked and spanked and spanked and spanked her. From the top of her full cheeks, across the wide, fleshy expanse, past the sensitive under tuck, down the back of her thighs - until all was a burning red, Christina was unsatisfied.

She spanked Naomi until her own horniness prevented her from going on. At that point the slipper was dropped, Naomi was dragged upward by her shoulders and the two kissed, tongues questing deep into each other's mouths, two pairs of huge boobs squashed together, Naomi rubbing at Christina's pussy, Christina cruelly squeezing Naomi's tormented bottom, enjoying how hot it felt and how it made her young lover shudder and sob. The redhead licked the tears from Naomi's face, then slapped her bottom, eliciting more. 

They fell together onto the soft bed, all fingers and tongues, licking and squeezing, stroking and rubbing, twisting into a 69, lapping hungrily at each other, tasting, probing. Naomi used her fingers too, first two, then three, then four, stretching and penetrating Christina as her tongue worked her clit. Christina's hands were still occupied kneading Naomi's hot, sore bottom cheeks, but her tongue worked overtime on her younger lover's snatch. Finally, after both had climaxed, they fell into a deep sleep, tangled around each other. 

In the morning, wrapped in robes and sipping cups of tea, they had an open discussion about their relationship and their wants and needs. Naomi conceded to feeling jealous of the amount of time Chloe had been spending with them as the young ginger seemed uninterested in her, only wanting to spend time with Christina. However, she accepted Christina's assurances that nothing traditionally sexual had happened between the two of them other than on the first day Chloe turned up - it was simply that Chloe possessed a seemingly limitless desire for punishment and a lovely round bottom that recovered from the sternest application of the cane in a few days. Given Christina's rapacious need to spank, flog, paddle and cane, Chloe was a godsend. 

For her part, Naomi shyly, haltingly, admitted to being an irredeemable pervert. She said she could hardly conceive of anything she wouldn't do as long as she felt suitably humiliated. She was completely submissive, and was happy for Christina to subject her to anything that crossed her mind. Naomi eagerly stressed that her full bottom could take anything that Chloe's could! But she did love wetting and messing herself, and understood that Christina was not totally ok with this. As she said this, her older lover blushed and looked away. "It's not that I'm not ok with it. Sometimes it's just so exciting and you look so innocent and naughty when you stand there in front of me. I can tell from your face, never mind your legs, what you've done. It's just, I enjoy it sometimes. I don't necessarily want to change the sheets every day, you know?" She looked apologetic, as if this was an unreasonable stance. She brightened. "But I just had an idea!"

Christina stood up and left the room, returning moments later with a package and a smile. "I hate to see things go to waste, so..." She brandished the packet of adult diapers. Naomi blushed, gulped and immediately felt horny. To be put into nappies like a baby would definitely push her humiliation button. The young brunette nodded acceptance. "I'm thinking that Sunday to Thursday we put you into a nappy so if you are a dirty little girl overnight, my only chore is punishing you, not doing a load of laundry." Both sets of eyes twinkled. They were enjoying this. "On a Friday and Saturday, maybe we leave the nappy off and see if you can behave like a big girl?" Naomi nodded eagerly. 

Christina examined the pack. "There's only six in here, so let's get dressed and go shopping. You'll need to buy more - plenty more, I think. At a proper checkout so someone sees you buying a load of diapers in your size." Naomi moistened at the thought. The statuesque redhead gestured at the table. "Clear the dishes away, I'll go sort our clothes." Naomi nodded again, not registering the suggestion that her lover would pick out her clothes too...

Five minutes later, Naomi trotted upstairs to their bedroom. What she saw on the bed stopped her in the doorway in shock. As usual, Christina's entrancing 30F-30-39 body was in a classy lingerie set of black silk and lace - bra, panties, suspender belt and stockings - and she was choosing between one of two figure-hugging dresses. For Naomi, laid out on the bed, were a pair of white ankle socks with a ruffled trim, a plain white bra, a scoop-necked white t-shirt (that she bought but didn't end up wearing as the amount of cleavage on display made her feel cheap), a flared, blue mini-skirt (that she bought but didn't end up wearing as even standing still it barely covered her panties) and, of course, a diaper.

She flushed with excitement. She wanted to protest, but didn't want to. The nappy would be visible to people if she moved. There was simply no way she could walk into the supermarket, buy an armful of diapers in her size and leave without dozens of people eyeballing her boobs as she approached and her nappy as she left. It would be embarrassing. It would be humiliating. It was perfect. 

"Everyone will see." "Quite. If you're going to behave like a naughty child, why shouldn't people know? I appreciate you sucked off five strangers last night to keep your secret, but I assume that's just because you're a dirty slut. If you cared what people thought, you'd not have deliberately messed your panties in the supermarket." Naomi was excited, but nervous. "I don't want to go back there - what if those lads are there again?" Christina shrugged. "What if they are? This time you'll probably fuck them."

Christina was scared she was going too far. The colour had run from Naomi's cheeks and she looked on the verge of tears. But her thighs were squeezed together and her nipples stood prominent. As the younger girl had told her, so long as it was humiliating she'd try anything! Naomi had pulled on the cute socks and her bra, and stood looking at the nappy. "Need help, baby?" asked Christina. Naomi's reply was a scowl. She opened out the disposable diaper at the edge of the bed and sat into it, legs wide. Lying back, she was able to pull it tight over her bottom, and then pulled it taut between her legs and used the sticky tabs to secure it. It wasn't uncomfortable, but the bulk between her thighs was unusual, her already full bottom looked even bigger, and the waistband came almost to her belly button so was visible above the waist of her skirt, so she tucked her t-shirt in once she'd put it on, which pulled it tighter across her boobs. 

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her large, heavy breasts seemed presented for leering, several inches of deep cleavage showing above the plunge neck of her top. At the front, her skirt simply looked indecently short. At the back, the extra padding made it stick out slightly. If she stayed very still, she looked like she had a very big bum. If she moved, it was clear she was a 22-year old in a diaper. As she moved, the nappy rustled just loud enough to prompt people to glance and see what the noise was and the thickness between her thighs didn't quite make her waddle, but it did force her to, well, to walk like she was wearing a nappy! Her pussy was soaking already at the thought of how embarrassing this trip out could be. If she'd been dressed demurely, people may have felt sorry for her if they noticed the nappy, but flaunting her tits, wearing a tiny skirt and the cute little socks made it clear she was in some sort of deviant, sexy attire. 

A short drive, a nervous trot back across a familiar car-park, and Naomi was standing in the doorway of the supermarket, gathering her courage. Christina stood separate from her, following her discretely, eyes glued to her young, kinky lover. Naomi hesitated before stepping in to the market - no longer through fear, but because she needed to speak to her girlfriend. Catching Christina's eye, she nodded towards the quiet side of the lot, away from the cars. The two voluptuous women walked over, one sashaying, one near-waddling. "What's up? I hope you're not planning to try and avoid this, little girl!" hissed the redhead. Her brunette lover grinned and shook her head. "No - I just wanted to be near you for a minute." Christina raised a quizzical eyebrow as Naomi smiled, her wide grin infectious. Then the young lady looked distracted and unfocused and Christina realised what was afoot. 

Spreading her feet slightly, Naomi took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Almost immediately Christina heard a tell-tale hiss, and knew her young lover was pissing into her nappy. It was an odd experience for Naomi to be peeing standing up and not feel the warm golden liquid running down her inner thighs. Instead the nappy absorbed much of it, growing warm and bulkier between her legs. As the last of her pee dripped into the soggy crotch of her diaper, she took another breath, concentrated and pushed. Almost immediately she felt her bumhole spread wide as a thick, heavy piece of shit squeezed out of her. It was much easier pooing in a diaper, she quickly realised, as there was more space for the turds to go then when she messed in her knickers. A second, softer lump filled out the rear pouch and as the nappy filled she felt her shit pressing stickily against her bottom checks. She knew she was dirty. She loved it. 

Pressing her lips together, Naomi bent her knees slightly and leaned forward as she tried to finish her poop. This served to make her rapidly filling nappy very visible as her bottom pushed out. She grunted with the strain and tried to ignore the earthy smell that now surrounded her as her anus stretched to expel a huge, firm, sticky turd. Her problem now was it had nowhere to go. If she'd been shitting her knickers then the legbands would have stretched and the poo would have slimed down her legs, but the diaper was too good at containing her dung. It bulged at the back and her whole round bottom was nestled into the dirty mess, but her asshole was still stretched around a big lump of poo that she had no room to squeeze out. 

Naomi made a sound along the lines of "Mmmmmmmffffnnnnrrff" and doubled over as she squeezed with all her strength, no longer even vaguely worried about being discreet. She bore down as much as she could, finally expelling the huge mass of shit into her brimming diaper. The back of it was taut and the mess squeezed from one side to the other across her buttocks and from her lower back to the top of her thighs. But, small mercy, it did its job and contained the mass of squishy, smelly shit. 

Panting slightly she straightened up and looked at Christina, delighting to the feel of the sticky lumps sagging under her bottom. Filthy sub-slut that she was, Naomi was quite willing now to go into the store and buy more diapers but she recognised the look of lust on the redhead's face and knew that Christina wanted her right now. "Come with me, little girl!" hissed the buxom boss, seizing Naomi by the hand. Christina set off at pace across the car park, heading directly to her car. Naomi struggled to keep up, being slightly shorter and with a heavy, pee-soaked and shit-filled diaper obstructing her gait. The obscene load oozed and smeared over her cheeks as she waddled along behind Christina.

Naomi gasped as she sat down, her weight squeezing the shit all over her bottom, the mass oozing into every available space, including between her legs. She choked, sobbed and nearly came as she felt her pussy start to open to the pressure of the load as it pressed against her lips. Christina drove fast! 

The two women almost fell through the front door of Christina's house. As soon as they were inside Christina pushed the door closed, pushed Naomi up against it and their lips met in a fiery kiss. Christina was almost savage, planting kisses all over her lover's face and biting her soft lips. The redhead's crimson lipstick left greasy smears on Naomi's face. Christina crushed against Naomi, enjoying the feeling of two sets of big, natural F-cup boobs pressing together.

"You're so dirty, you make me so horny," she whispered as she kissed the brunette's throat and trailed her lips down to the bared cleavage. Reaching behind, she tested the weight of Naomi's nappy, roughly squashing the obscene load against her cheeks. Naomi moaned and groped at Christina's breasts. Both of them were lost in lust, a bundle of physical sensations. Nipples taut, pussies sopping, clutching, rubbing, kissing, squeezing.

Catching her breath, Christina paused momentarily to consider if she should consider her actions -- but decided to give herself over to Naomi's stated penchant for humiliation and submission and her own growing tendency for kink. Taking a step back from her lover, Christina turned around and looked over her shoulder.

"Unzip me!" was the simple command. Naomi quickly unzipped the redhead's dress, her eyes hungrily taking in the milky white back and full bottom dressed in black lingerie.

Stepping out of the dress, still in her heels and underwear, Christina turned back, drawing herself straight to look down on Naomi from her extra 3½", a steely look suddenly making her blue eyes seem colder. Naomi sensed something was about to happen, but was still surprised at the slap that caught her full across her right cheek, rocking her head backwards. Tears of surprise and pain sprang to her eyes, but her arousal was undiminished .

"You filthy slut," she said matter of factly, before delivering a ringing slap to Naomi's left cheek. "What are you?" She gave the young brunette no time to reply, before slapping her again on the right. "What are you!?" Louder this time, another slap on the left. She paused long enough for her sobbing, red-faced lover to choke out a reply.

"I'm a filthy slut."

Nodding, Christina smiled a cruel smile. "Yes, that's right," she agreed, before suddenly spitting full in Naomi's face. Naomi recoiled as the spittle splashed over her nose and forehead and round cheeks, but she felt supercharged with sexual energy and was delighted with the change that had come over Christina. Still fully clothed, Naomi sank to the ground as her boss pushed on her shoulders, once again reminded that she was wearing a pissed-in diaper that was loaded with her poop as she sat on the floor, one leg curled under her. She gazed up adoringly at Christina, who responded by spitting on her a second time, a third. Christina's saliva dripped from Naomi's face, ran into her deep cleavage, dampened her straining, white t-shirt.

"Filthy, filthy slut," whispered Christina, almost to herself it seemed. Taking a step forward, she painfully grabbed a handful of Naomi's thick hair and pulled her face into her panty-clad crotch. Naomi didn't resist, delighting in having her face pressed to Christina's pussy, even through the silk knickers, breathing deep of her musky scent. She opened her soft lips, dragging her tongue up the crotch of her lover's panties, Christina responding by grinding against Naomi's face.

Without any indication or warning, a strong torrent of hot, yellow pee suddenly filled Naomi's mouth as Christina started to piss into her knickers. The gush filled her gusset and spilled down her round thighs, wetting her stockings, but due to the way her face was pressed against her pussy, most of it went over Naomi and into her mouth. She coughed and spluttered as the acrid pee went up her nose and washed over her face, but kept her face there, letting her cheeks fill with the hot liquid, thrilling as it ran down her body, over her tits, soaking her clothes. She swallowed a mouthful of the salty pee and opened her mouth for more, then licked Christina's thighs as the stream trailed off.

Naomi was almost in a trance, her mind and body overwhelmed with humiliation. Christina felt much the same, and what happened next almost felt like an out of body experience. She felt like she was watching herself as she stepped away from the piss-covered slut in the dirty diaper, turned her back on the girl and then, bending slightly, pushed her bottom, encased in glistening, pee-wet silk, against the girl's face. From this new angle, Naomi resumed lapping at Christina's panty crotch, tasting her arousal through the pee, face squashed between Christina's full buttocks, her nose pushing the wet slick into Christina's bum crack.

As her young girlfriend ate her through her knickers, Christina tweaked and pulled her own nipples through her bra and then began rubbing at her clit, enjoying the feel of doing so through the wet silk. She was concentrating, trying to keep her head clear of doubt and full of lust. Her breathing slowed, and she pulled away so there was a couple of inches of space between her panties and Naomi's face.

Naomi started to look quizzically up, when Christina gave a gentle groan and, with a soft, wet, crackling sound, pushed a thick, soft turd into her knickers. The room filled with the smell of fresh shit, and despite her lust Christina couldn't stop herself thinking "What am I doing? What am I doing?" over and over. She shivered, dribbled a little spurt of piss into her sodden gusset, then moaned as a thicker, longer lump squeezed between her creamy bumcheeks to tent out her wet knickers. And then she sank backward.

Immediately her shit-filled panties were shoved against Naomi's face. The stink overwhelmed her as the wet silk full of hot poo pressed against her nose, forehead and mouth, the soft lumps squishing between Christina's big bottom and her lover's face. Naomi wanted to gag. And she wanted to orgasm. And she wanted to...taste? Shocking herself with her disgraceful behaviour, she felt her mouth open, her tongue stick out, and she licked a long slurp up the back of Christina's befouled knickers. The pee-soaked silk deadened the taste, but Naomi's mouth was filled with a disgusting, earthy flavour and she knew she was tasting Christina's shit. 

Pulling away for a moment the young brunette gagged, coughed and, for the second time in two days, threw up over herself. It was just a mouthful of her own spit and bile mixed mainly with Christina's urine that she brought up, the slimy mixture running down her chin and spattering down her front, joining Christina's spit and piss in her cleavage. She was crying, sticky, slimy and disgusting. She shoved a hand down the front of her nappy, frenziedly rubbing at her clit, rubbing her bottom into her nappy to feel the sticky shit sliming over her bum and pussy.




Naughty Naomi Ch. 06



Voluntarily now, Naomi pressed her face back against Christina's ass, back against the shitty knickers. Unlike Naomi's diaper, Christina's sexy, black, silk panties were not designed to contain a load of poo, and as Naomi rubbed her face against the disgusting garment, a thick lump squeezed out of the left legband and broke away, landing with a soft thud in Naomi's lap. She looked down at it, then croaked out "Christina?"

The passion-addled redhead straightened and turned around. She looked down at her lover who looked imploringly back. The scene was unmistakeably carnal and indisputably disgraceful. A beautiful 38-year old woman dressed in expensive black underwear -- bra, panties, suspender belt, stockings -- and high heels. Ordinarily her beauty and curves would catch the eye, but the fact that her panties and stockings were soaked with pee and the back of her panties bulged with shit was currently the most striking fact. 

She stood over her lesbian lover, a 22-year old dressed in ankle socks, a mini skirt, a t-shirt and a wet and messy nappy who was covered in a mixture of spit, piss and sick and had one of Christina's turds in her lap. Locking eyes with Christina, Naomi slowly moved her hands to her lap. Tentatively, she picked up the foul lump, holding it cupped in her hands, sticky, smeary, smelly. Still staring at Christina, who returned the gaze, entranced, Naomi pressed her palms lightly together then drew them apart, the poop now covering both hands. Her eyes took on a questioning light, and the redhead nodded, almost imperceptibly.

In slow motion, Naomi lifted her right hand to her chest, paused for a second, then dragged her palm across her boobs, smearing Christina's sticky poo across her slimy cleavage, dirtying her white t-shirt. Her left hand pushed down into her nappy where she resumed masturbating, her fingers and cunt covered in her lover's poop. She roughly squeezed her shit-smeared tits, dragging her t-shirt down, flopping her breasts out of her bra so the heavy tits were exposed for Christina. She started to touch herself, the lovers both urgently masturbating as they looked at each other in their mutual disgrace.

As she neared her own climax, Christina gathered a mouthful of saliva and spat again over Naomi, as if another load of spit could make her more of a disgusting mess, but the humiliation of the act served as a tipping point as both came within moments of each other, truly draining orgasms pulsing through them, Christina sinking, weak-kneed, to the floor, sitting in her own mess as she panted and hugged Naomi, not caring that her expensive bra was rubbing against her secretary's shit-coated boobs.

"Now that," gasped the young, curvy brunette, "is what I'm talking about when I say humiliate me!"

Two pairs of beautiful blue eyes met as the redhead smiled in response. "I love you," was her reply.

Possibly to be continued, if there's demand...? 



Naughty Naomi Ch. 07



Hi all. I've taken on requests from some readers and this series has gone more extreme, so be warned - this has scat that goes all the way! As ever, everyone is willing and an adult, etc. 



Time changes things, that's a fact. Last week Naomi Green had celebrated her 23rd birthday and, a couple of days later, the six-month anniversary of her moving in with her lover and boss, 38-year old Christina Holloway. It had been an excellent weekend by the yardstick Naomi would use to measure such things. But, she reflected over a large, chai latte in her local coffee shop, it was also an unusual weekend. Increasingly so. It had begun with Christina waking her in their bed by sitting astride her, mischievous grin on her beautiful face, fiery red hair hanging loose, as were her full, 30F boobs, pink nipples erect. Naomi had still been half asleep when she felt a hot, wet feeling on her stomach where Christina sat, and realised the older woman was pissing on her. The yellow, strong-smelling morning pee had soaked Naomi's t-shirt, run over and between her own huge, soft boobs and soaked the bedding under her. 

The next hour, indeed, almost the whole weekend, had then become a blur of kinky sex. Christina had whipped her fat bottom with a leather strap whilst Naomi's face was pressed into the pissy bedsheets, then they'd made love there. A shower later, Naomi had opened her presents (nothing sexy apart from a new underwear set) and then, grinning, had stood in the middle of the kitchen and pissed herself in front of Christina. Whilst being scolded for this, she pushed a large, soft poo into her knickers too. And on the weekend had gone - wet, filthy, smelly, twisted, painful and thrilling. 

As she sipped her drink, Naomi pondered. Up to about four months ago, that weekend would not have been special - it'd have just been a regular weekend. But as the two of them settled into their relationship, the kinkier aspects of their sex lives had reduced. She'd run out of diapers and neither of them had bought more. They still had plenty of sex, but indulged their particular peccadilloes less and less. She wasn't sure why - she still found Christina to be fantastically sexy, still wanted to have sex with her and still wanted to wet and mess herself. If anything, the stray fantasies that crossed her mind had become more and more sordid. And she was sure her lover still wanted to spank and punish her bottom. And yet this rarely happened. It was as if the growth of love and affection in their relationship had made indulging in humiliating, kinky games seem weird. 

Naomi coiled her thick, brunette hair idly around a finger, sipped her drink and pondered some more. As the curvaceous young lady had mulled over her relationship, her girlfriend had done the same. Sitting at her desk at home, Christina had essentially run over the same thoughts. Almost every time she looked at Naomi she wanted to have sex with her. And wanted to protect her. Wanted to punish her. And wanted to cherish her. It was the same conundrum. Her sense of conventional, romantic love (well, mostly conventional, other than the fact Naomi was 15 years younger and the same gender) had smothered her kinky desire to spank girls' bottoms. But there was the rub - it hadn't. She felt awkward spanking Naomi now, and had started to discretely spend more time with her teenage student, Chloe. The 19-year old's soft, curvy bottom had absorbed many stern punishments over the last few weeks, but the fact that this was essentially a secret Christina was keeping made it feel like a guilty secret. She had no need to keep it from Naomi, but because she had it now felt more significant, like she was cheating in some way. 

It wasn't cheating, really. They'd never had sex; Christina had never even touched her, other than to spank her bottom, or to hold her down whilst using some implement or other to belabour her scorched cheeks. Chloe had a thirst for being physically chastised like Christina had never experienced, and together they were exploring those limits. Every weekday, when Naomi left her desk (she remained Christina's secretary) for lunch, Christina would spend 45 minutes thrashing Chloe's bottom, harder and harder. The paddle one day, a leather belt the next, then a cane, hairbrush, riding crop, wooden spoon - anything either redhead could think of painfully applying to the teen's buttocks. 

But the secrecy made Christina feel terrible. She wanted to tell her young lover, but wasn't sure how she'd react. Anger? Jealousy? Envy, even? Christina's face screwed up in frustration. She didn't know what to do. Opening her laptop, she started to browse for porn. Pushed by both Naomi's frank perversion and Chloe's pain threshold, she'd started to fantasise about more extensive BDSM of late, but was shy about admitting this. 

Naomi had finished her drink and was idly wandering the shops. Her 32F-27-38 curves were simply dressed in black leggings and boots and a loose, white shirt with a leather jacket. Her breasts were effectively concealed but the jeans were tight, clinging to her slim waist, wide hips, round thighs and full bottom. She was in a sullen, distracted mood as she wandered, unseeing through the racks of clothes in the department store. She knew she should talk to Christina, confess that she was unsure how to fit her odd passions into their relationship. Maybe talk to her about her latest fantasies. Naomi had always gotten off on humiliation, but her mind had been to some fairly dark and disgusting places. Only a few months ago, the idea of her face being pressed against Christina's poo-filled knickers was a dark fantasy, but it had since become reality. Should she try to realise the latest twists of her mind?  

Christina's lips were pursed and her credit card was in her hand. She was undecided, but intrigued as she looked at her online shopping basket. She could afford it, but the act of buying the items felt like a leap in and of itself. Taking a deep breath, she clicked on the 'buy' icon. 

Naomi reached out to open the front door after her unsuccessful shopping trip, but paused at the last second as she realised she needed to go to the loo. This being a Saturday, she had no intention of seeing the inside of a bathroom. Relaxing her bladder, she smiled as the first gush of urine soaked the gusset of her cotton panties, before a constant stream poured from between her lips, flowing under the crease of her bottom and flooding down the inside of both legs, running into her boots and soaking her socks. The flow tapered off and she grinned to herself as her black jeans glistened wetly and her toes scrunched inside her piss filled boots. She decided she would have an honest conversation with Christina as soon as she got back from the post office as she said she'd had a parcel to collect that she'd ordered the previous week...

Naomi had just closed the door when she heard Christina's car pull up outside, so she headed into the kitchen and flicked on the kettle, getting two mugs from the cupboard and a box of tea. Moments later, Christina walked in, carrying a bulky parcel under her arm. As ever, seeing her statuesque, red-haired lover gave Naomi a thrill. Christina just seemed effortlessly dominant - her natural 5' 8" always boosted by high heels, her Rubenesque 30F-30-39 body always smartly attired in stylish clothes that accentuated her curves, her blue eyes sparkling. 

Christina noted that Naomi's jeans appeared wet and could guess why. "We need to talk," she said. Naomi nodded. 
"Yeah, I think so too. I'll just change, if you want to finish the tea?"
"No," said Christina, softly but firmly. "You decided to wet yourself. I'll decide when you get changed. Finish the tea and join me in the study."
Naomi shivered, excited by Christina's tone, and did as she was told. 

Christina say behind her desk and, as had happened many times before, Naomi stood in front of it in pee-wet clothes. 
"We've been here before," the redhead began. "We talked things through and agreed we both liked kinky things, but then stopped. Why?"
Naomi shrugged. "I'm not sure. I mean, I still love the same things and I've been thinking about other things too..." She struggled to articulate as she wasn't even sure what she wanted to say. "I love you and I do want to do normal stuff with you. I want to watch movies and I want to go shopping and...I think that before, before we did stuff, when it was a fantasy, I mean, it was all I could think about..." Naomi trailed off, but Christina nodded. 
"I know what you mean. I want to spank you. I want to do things to you. And at first, I wanted that all the time. But I love you too and sometimes I just want to snuggle you and talk to you without caning you in a bed you've just pissed." Naomi blushed. "I think we both need to understand and accept our relationship. We love each other. We want to have breakfast together and watch the TV together and have sex together." Naomi nodded. 

Christina stood and walked around her desk, beginning to open the parcel. The taller woman blocked the curvy brunette's view, so she waited patiently. Christina continued to talk. "We also want...other things. You want to behave like a dirty baby. You want to wet yourself, piss in my bed, poo in your knickers and, I think, even filthier things?" She glanced over her shoulder and Naomi nodded. "You also don't seem to mind it when I punish you for such things?"
With her blue eyes glinting, Naomi spoke up. "You're right. I love those things. And I love it when you dominate me and humiliate me. I know the things I like are bad and weird and I know that you like to punish me and I love it and deserve it. I'm grateful when you try the things I like and I will do anything you ask if me. I'm yours. I can't imagine being without you."

Christina faced Naomi, gripping her shoulders. She pulled Naomi towards her and kissed her deeply, tongue pushing into her young lover's mouth. "You're not bad or weird. I love everything about you. I...I've been spanking Chloe on a lunchtime as I was scared that you would get tired of it."
Christina looked down, and Naomi took her chin in her fingers, tipping her gaze back up and kissing her again. "I can't get tired of you, or anything you want to do. I love you. If you want to spank me, my bottom is yours. But if you want to spank Chloe then that is up to you. Anything you want is fine. Just as long as you still want me?"
"Of course I want you, you crazy, naughty girl!" They hugged and kissed, Christina's hands slipping down Naomi's back to fondle her bottom through the tight, cold, wet denim. 

Breaking the kiss, Christina turned back to the parcel. "So, as we're being frank...you pushed me to try things I'd not considered. And I admit, once I was over the shock, sitting on your face with my knickers full of shit was a disgusting thrill. So, I want you to know that I love all of you and I am more than happy to play your toilet games. I enjoy them too." From the parcel she took out a packet of adult-sized diapers. "We seem to have forgotten to stock up on these," she said as Naomi smiled. "But exploring your ideas also made me think about my own." From the box she produced a leather tawse and a ball-gag. "And, there were things I'd never imagined finding someone to share with." Several pairs of handcuffs, some lube and some nipple-clamps joined the growing pile on the desk. "Things I'd imagined doing but never told anyone." A butt plug, an intimidatingly large strap-on and a leather flogger were next. "And I think you and I should be open about everything, my love. No secrets." Picking up the parcel she tipped out the last few items - a few packets of what seemed to be latex clothes and dress-up outfits (nurse, French maid - the usual), some bondage tape, a cane and, with a solid thunk, a wooden paddle. 

Naomi's grin was almost ear-to-ear. "Where do we start?" 
"Well, my fantasies are on the desk. I think I know what you like, but you mentioned you'd had other thoughts?" Naomi blushed again, which just made Christina want to hug her. And fuck her. 
"It's just fantasies, not practical," she paused, but her lover stayed silent so she continued. "Things like, those men I sucked, what if they'd all taken me, right there? I loved it when they pissed on me - they could have done anything to me - fucked me, done me in my ass, pimped me out to their friends, anything. And when you pushed your panties into my face I enjoyed," she gulped, hesitated, pushed on, "I enjoyed it and...and I could taste it and thought about...about you putting it in my...my mouth," she finished, quietly. 

"You're a dirty, depraved, disgusting little slut, Naomi Green," Christina whispered in her ear. "I think we were made for each other!" The redhead shoved her young lover then, bending her over the desk, scattering the new purchases. Naomi submitted meekly as her piss-filled boots were pulled off, the wet jeans were peeled down her legs and her damp panties were stripped off. Suddenly her head was yanked back as Christina sharply, painfully, pulled her hair. Naomi's cry of pained surprise was cut off, however, as her recently pissed-in panties were pushed all the way into her mouth, gagging her on the damp cotton and assaulting her tastebuds with the flavour of her own urine. She whimpered and felt her pussy tingle. 

She then felt a trickle of liquid spattering across her broad bottom. A stolen glance over her shoulder showed her Christina wringing out Naomi's jeans, wetting her bottom with her pee. 
"I feel like grabbing some lunch. How about you?" Through her pissy gag, Naomi could only make a muffled vowel-sound. "What's that? You'd rather Mistress Christina thrashed your fat bottom for being a dirty girl who wets her knickers?" Naomi shivered and wiggled her bottom, taking hold of the far edge of the desk with both hands. "You'd like your Mistress to test her new paddle on your naughty backside?"

Christina took the paddle, testing its weight, then took a position behind and to the side of her submissive slut of a girlfriend. "I love you," she whispered. Naomi made a muffled grunt. Then the paddle smacked down onto the wet buttocks with a sharp crack. Without the usual warm-up spanking, the pain was intense and the blow jolted Naomi forward across the desk. Christina paused to watch the pink blush blossom across the previously creamy cheeks, before bringing the paddle down again, then again. After the fourth blow Naomi made an urgent noise through her gag and drummed her fists on the desk. But she stayed in position. After the seventh whack, she was crying and snotting, her left leg bending up reflexively with each spank, the whole of her bottom an angry red. By ten she was making a muted howling noise in her throat, biting down on her panties, drool and some pee squeezing out of the corners of her mouth. 

The eleventh was delivered with a resounding spank to the backs of her thighs, making her stand bolt upright for a second, marching in place and gurgling through her gag, but she bent back across the desk without being told. With a smile that mixed pride and desire, Christina delivered the final blow from the stout paddle, the blunt sting searing the meat of Naomi's bottom as it thwacked across both cheeks. Her bum was glowing red, hot to the touch, the blotchy, ruby mass stretching from the top of her full cheeks to the middle of her round thighs. Naomi sagged across the desk, her body shaking as she sobbed, but she held her position in case Christina wasn't done with her, the urine-soaked panties still in her mouth, now sodden with saliva. 

In fact, Christina wasn't done, although she had no immediate plans for further punishment. She picked up the lube and the strap-on, which had a rather cunning attachment that vibrated against her clit to bring her off while she used it. Once she'd belted on and lubed up the large, artificial cock, she spoke again. "So, Naomi, you say you love me but you fantasise about letting men fuck you? Because you want something in your dirty cunt, is that it?" The tip of the dildo parted Naomi's pussy lips and she gave a muffled sigh, which turned to a wince as Christina firmly gripped a sore bottom cheek with each hand and pushed, sinking the fake penis into Naomi, stretching her wet pussy until the head of the dildo hit her cervix. "Well, slut - I can fuck you!"

It took a few awkward thrusts for Christina to find the rhythm and technique, but once she'd mastered it she loved it. The vibrator pressing her clit was driving her wild, her nipples were painfully erect and a light sweat covered her forehead (after all, she was still fully dressed). Watching the big dildo withdraw from and then sink back into her lover was also a thrill, especially framed by her red, paddled bottom. Naomi grunted and moaned through her gag as she was screwed. As she fucked Naomi, Christina gave the occasional spank to her punished cheeks, but her main focus was on thrusting in isn't out of the hot pussy. The vibrations were soon too much, and the rhythm became jerky as Christina twitched, gave a series of short, hard breaths and then orgasmed, sighing with pleasure as her body trembled. 

Pulling the dildo out of Naomi and unstrapping it, Christina sank back into one of the chairs in her office. Her face was now level with her lover's glistening cunt and sore, reddish bottom, and she gazed hungrily at both for a few moments, assessing what she wanted next, then realising the answer was 'lunch'. "Get up," she instructed. Shakily, Naomi stood and turned around, cheeks puffed out by her panty gag, face a mess of tear-smeared make up. "Put those knickers back on." Meekly, Naomi spat out her soggy panties and pulled the pissed-in, saliva-soaked underwear back up her legs to stretch wetly across her paddled bottom and hungry pussy. 

Christina stood up, collected a couple of items from the desk, handed one to Naomi and said "Get dressed. I'm going to change, too. Then let's get some lunch - I'm starving." She kissed the brunette sweetly on the tip of her nose then sashayed from the room. Alone, Naomi looked down at what she'd been given. The package was labelled 'sexy schoolgirl' and the contents were fairly predictable. Naomi quickly removed her shirt and socks, so she was naked but for her bra and soggy panties. The first item out from the pack was some thigh high white socks with a ruffle of lace at the top, which clung to her shapely legs all the way up, the elastic nipping her soft thighs at the top, just below the fading blotch of red from the paddle. Next was a preposterously short, pink, plaid skirt. It fastened around her waist then the pleats flared it out. At the front it just covered her panties, but at the back an inch or two of them were permanently on show. The top was s flimsy, white, sleeveless, cropped affair that barely covered her bra and tied just under her breasts. A pink, plaid tie, matching the skirt, went around her neck and say in her deep cleavage. She made a quick effort to sort out her face, wiping the mascara that had run over her cheeks, reapplying some lipstick and eyeliner, brushing her hair. She looked at herself in a mirror, and reflected that she looked like a pervert's dream. Smiling, she went to the kitchen. 

Christina was not downstairs yet, so Naomi set about making a light lunch of salad and iced tea. She was chopping tomatoes when she heard Christina enter the room. Turning, her mouth literally fell open. 

Thanks to the black 4" heels she was wearing, Christina now towered 7.5" over Naomi's 5' 4.5" in her socks. The redhead's legs were encased in black, latex stockings, held in place by suspenders from a black, latex corset which dramatically pinched in her waist, making her already outrageous hourglass figure yet more pronounced. She wore no panties, so the pale flesh of her upper thighs and her pretty pussy with its neat, ginger fuzz were exposed. As were her huge boobs. The top of the corset finished beneath them and ran around into shoulder straps, but her swaying breasts were on show. She'd donned her glasses, and the outfit was completed by a black professor's cloak and mortarboard and in her hand was a whippy looking cane. She was every inch a fever dream teacher to Naomi's schoolgirl.  




Naughty Naomi Ch. 07



"I've decided that a little roleplay might help us define when it is time for snuggles and coffee, and when it is time for you to obey your Mistress," Christina declared. Naomi almost came on the spot, her eyes transfixed by her lover's appearance. It didn't occur to her that her slightly dishevelled schoolgirl look was just as sexy to the 38-year old. "So, you finish up making lunch and then bring it to my study so we can discuss your performance. And," she added significantly, "no sneaking off to the toilet, young lady!"

Intuiting what that meant, Naomi gulped down a bottle of beer (which usually went straight through her) as well as an extra glass of iced tea whilst she finished the salad. Loading lunch onto a tray, she carried it carefully to the study. Inside, Christina had hurriedly tidied away her purchases so the room looked back to its usual, tidy state. She was sitting, legs crossed, behind the desk, idly stroking her right nipple. The other chairs had been moved to the edge of the room, so after putting the tray down, Naomi stood in front of the desk, hands clasped together in front of her, the slight pressure of her upper arms squeezing her prominent boobs together and making them even more noticeable, as if F-cup boobs could be anything else. 

"Well, Miss Green, why have you been sent to me today?"
"I...ah, I'm not sure?"
"You mean 'I'm not sure, Miss'" said Christina in a stern tone. "Address me appropriately, girl. That and pretending you don't know why you're here - that's two marks."
"Sorry...Miss," offered Naomi, smiling cheekily and reaching for a fork to get some salad. Christina slapped her hand away. 
"Taking without asking - that's a mark. You are here, girl, because of what you did earlier. What did you do, Miss Green?"
Warming to the game, Naomi cast her eyes downward. "I...I wet myself."
"That's right. You pissed yourself like a baby. And then, like a dirty girl, kept the same panties on."
"But you said to!" Naomi blurted. 

Christina shook her head, mock-wearily. "Answering back. Another mark - that's four." Rising from behind the desk, Christina walked around to stand behind Naomi. "Now, let me see what else we have here. Disgracefully short skirt - that's a mark. No blazer - that's a mark."
"But..."
"Interrupting me again - two marks." She circled Naomi. "Whorish make-up - another mark. How many is that, Miss Green?"
"Ummm...I'm not sure, Miss? Seven?"
"It was nine. Not paying attention - that's two marks, taking us to eleven. Now, let us discuss your actions earlier. Why did you wet your knickers?"
"Well, ummm..."
"Mumbling - another mark. Could you not reach a toilet?"
"Sure, I mean..."
"So you did it on purpose?" This was almost shouted, making Naomi recoil. She nodded. Christina smiled behind her lover's back, enjoying the roleplay - they definitely needed more of this! "You deliberately peed in your pants. Not even a baby does it on purpose. Only disgusting, depraved, naughty girls do it on purpose! You need a stern lesson, my girl!"

The statuesque redhead walked back to stand behind her desk again. "Firstly though, Miss Green, you can go and stand in the corner and think about what you've done. Hands on your head," she added, as Naomi complied. Sitting down, Christina gulped down the tea and munched her way through all the salad, all the while admiring Naomi's figure.  

In the corner, Naomi was very excited. It was all play, but the humiliating scolding had pushed all her buttons and she was ready for anything. She knew the marks she'd accrued would clearly translate to things smacking her bottom, which she was looking forward to with perverse glee. But part of her wanted to prove that she was as enthusiastic and capable of taking a severe punishment as Chloe was, as she was a little jealous of the younger girl, even though she knew there was nothing between her and Christina. So she wanted to ensure extra marks were forthcoming and to show her dominant lover that any time she felt like punishing a bottom, her own was available!

Christina finally broke the silence, summoning Naomi to stand in front of her again. "So, Miss Green, what have we established so far?"
"That I'm naughty?" she offered, hesitantly. 
"Disgusting, depraved and naughty, in fact. And you earned twelve marks since coming to my office, each of which is worth a stroke of the cane. What do you think about that?"
Naomi knew how hard Christina could cane and knee a dozen was plenty, but still insolently retorted "I think you should double it!"
Christina raised an eyebrow and said crossly "Fine, I will. I'll also double the twelve that you earned by setting yourself in the first place. So that will be 48! That should teach you to be cheeky."

Naomi was scared now - 48 was a lot. But she was determined, so retorted "I already know how to be cheeky, Miss." The look on Christina's face made Naomi's pussy wet, and she could see the nipples on the redhead's breasts were rock hard. Christina stood again, moving around the desk once more to stand in front of Naomi, who found her knees were trembling. 
"It seems you do, Miss Green. Very well, as well as 48 strokes of the cane on that plump bottom, you shall also get six with the tawse on each hand. Hold out your left hand, palm up. DO IT!" Christina snapped as Naomi hesitated. Slowly she raised her hand, eyeing up the fierce looking, split-ended leather strap that her lover produced from a desk drawer. 

Without further ado, Christina smacked the strap down across Naomi's hand. For a second there was no reaction then the harsh sting filled her palm and fingers and tears sprang to her eyes. "Right hand." Timidly, she extended her hand and winced as the blow fell across it. "Left." By the eighth whack, Naomi's hands were in all sorts of pain, stinging and sore. She was sobbing and crying, feet treading the carpet in response to the hurt. After each blow she shook her hand frantically, but still offered up the other. She had almost literally asked for this, after all. She was also dimly but definitely delighted to realise she needed a wee. The beer and iced tea had done their job. 

Naomi actually started to wet herself for the second time when the tenth blow struck, but Christina didn't notice. However, after the eleventh, she paused a moment as Naomi howled and clasped both injured hands under her armpits. It was at this point that her punisher noticed the pale, yellow streams running down Naomi's thighs and soaking her thigh-high socks. She'd grown to love this sight, so waited to take in the vision before her - her busty, 23-year old girlfriend in silly, sexy schoolgirl fancy dress, crying, hands painfully strapped, pissing herself. Before Naomi had finished soaking her once-again piss-soaked knickers, Christina said "Right," and the sobbing, peeing girl slowly held it out for the final resounding crack. 

Christina wanted to take Naomi in her arms, kiss her, stroke her pissy panties. But she did not want to break the roleplay, so instead she instructed "Now, Miss Green. That's your cheekiness dealt with. And I see you're disgracing yourself once again, so I expect to see you here again tomorrow to deal with that. But for now you have 48 good hard strokes to come from my cane, so let's have you bent over and touching your toes."

Naomi couldn't quite reach her toes, but she bent over, pushing her bottom out, still encased in twice pissed-in cotton panties, and wrapped her smarting hands around her ankles. 
"I do not expect you to keep count, Miss Green, but I expect you to hold that position. Any unnecessary squealing and moving about and the stroke will not count. Understand?"
"Yes, Miss," Naomi snuffled. 
"Good." 
There was almost no gap between Christina's last word and the first stroke, which was right across the middle of Naomi's bottom. The blow was barely deadened by the wet panties, although the whippy cane did spatter drops of her pee over Christina on the way back up. She didn't mind. 

The caning was methodical. Christina paused for two breaths between each blow, delivering each hard and straight. Having been paddled earlier, Naomi's nates had been sore to start with, and she was crying fresh tears after the first six. Twelve were laid across her panties, then half a dozen cruelly across her upper thighs in the gap between piss-wet panties and piss-wet thigh-highs. The last of these was right in the sensitive undertuck of her bottom, and Naomi leapt up, clutching her abused behind. 
"Doesn't count, back in position," was all Christina said. 

After the seventh cane stripe was applied to her thighs, Christina did the inevitable and tugged the wet knickers down around Naomi's knees. Exposed to her gaze, she could clearly see the red stripes that had already been scorched into the cheeks. But mercy was not part of the game. She was careful not to cut across the strokes, keeping them in a neat set of dreadfully painful lines. 

Naomi jumped up after the 23rd, 34th and 36th strokes, and nearly collapsed after the 42nd. But she never tried to escape, always resumed her position, bent over, scarlet bottom pushed out to meet the cane. She had no concept of how many she'd taken, no sensation beyond the fiery, searing pain that started in her bottom but seemed to have taken over her whole being. She was beyond screaming, just sobbing and coughing quietly, fat tears dripping down her face as she held her bottom out for Christina's wicked, beautiful cane. 

"That's 48," said Christina, pulling Naomi slowly out of her trance. "Well, more like 53 with the extras."
Naomi stood, shakily, and turned to face Christina. No longer mindful of the roleplay, she planted a wet kiss on the older woman's lips and briefly stroked her breasts, pulling at the engorged nipples. Naomi knew how turned on she was and knew Christina would feel the same. Tilting her head to look Christina in the eyes, she kissed her again then turned away, not for the first time bending face down across the desk. 
"Let's make it 60," she whispered, huskily. 

Christina was in a mist of arousal, but was not too lost to act. "Oh you dirty, wonderful girl," she murmured as she lashed the cane again across the chubby, lower half of her lover's buttocks, eliciting a choked scream. She placed the next two painfully across the upper thigh, saying "56," to herself. The next three worked up - lower buttocks, middle, upper buttocks, and the final, 60th stroke she applied diagonally, cutting painfully across the ridges and weals that covered poor Naomi's behind. 

Naomi stayed as she was, body heaving with sobs, sagged across the desk. Christina surveyed the results of their roleplay - from the tops of her buttocks to the stained tops of her thigh-high socks, Naomi's behind was sore, scarlet mass of ridges left by the cane. It would almost certainly bruise and she'd bit be sitting comfortably for some days. Despite her dominant role, she worried inside that she'd gone too far. Until Naomi peeled herself off the desk, and turned to face her, wiping tears away with the back of her hand, smearing make up across her cheeks. She gazed at Christina, blue eyes red-rimmed from crying. Slowly, tenderly, she pulled her wet panties back up, wincing and gasping as the cold, wet material settled across her thrashed cheeks.
"Thank you for my punishment, Miss. I'm sorry I peed again," Naomi was barely audible. "May I go now?"
"No, you may not!"

Christina grabbed her, pulling open the tie-fronted top and roughly pulling Naomi's tits out of her bra. She fell against her, kissing, holding, rubbing, squeezing, this time careful not to hurt her bottom any further. Naomi responded with carnal hunger, biting at Christina's lips and nipples, sinking two, then three fingers into her Mistress' exposed pussy. They both came, kissing, stroking, each feverishly trying to bring the other to a faster, harder climax. After, they lay together on the floor of the office, snuggling, neither mindful of the costumes they wore or the roles they'd played - just two kinky women, happy and in love. 

Presently, still cuddled in Christina's arms, head resting on her boobs, Naomi asked "Miss, do I have to be punished tomorrow for weeing myself?"
Christina squeezed her in her arms. "You took a very severe punishment today, Miss Green. I don't think you'll be ready to be punished again tomorrow."
"I'll be ready if you want to, Miss."
"Hmmm, we'll see. You were very bad, pissing all over yourself whilst already in trouble for doing just that. Maybe we will need to punish you for that." She paused. "There are ways of punishing you that don't involve me thrashing your fat, little bottom, of course."
"How can it be fat and little?" This prompted a firm slap across Naomi's bottom. 
"Yes, I can see that some further punishment will definitely be needed," concluded Christina, thoughtfully. 

***

An hour later, following a long shower and the application of some soothing cream, both ladies sat on the sofa. Gone was Christina's latex school ma'am, replaced with plaid pyjama bottoms and a loose shirt. And gone was Naomi's saucy schoolie, as now she was wearing grey jogging pants and a white tank top with no bra. Christina found it hard to focus on their conversation due to the near-visibility of Naomi's boobs. And Naomi was distracted by the knowledge that beneath her sweats she was wearing damp, stained, smelly, twice-pissed cotton bikini-style panties. But their conversation was useful and needed having. They'd had a full and frank clearing of the air, both now fully relaxed in their relationship and fully honest about their desires - nothing held back. They also both agreed that the roleplay costumes had been a great idea, allowing them to shed the last of their inhibitions and they'd definitely be exploring more options there. Naomi now finally accepted that Christina loved her and was happy with her toilet habits. And Christina understood that Naomi loved her and wanted to be dominated by her. 

After their chat, the two spent the remainder of the afternoon curled up on the sofa, drinking coffee and watching an old movie. As the film approached its end, Naomi started to feel horny again. Her hands no longer hurt, but her bottom was very sore, although the cream would hopefully reduce any bruises. However, the morning had mainly been about Christina's fantasies, and Naomi had not been to the toilet since...

As the credits started to roll, Naomi stood up and stretched. "Wanna help me get some more drinks?"
"Sure," replied Christina, smiling and getting up. In their laze-about clothes, they slouched through to the kitchen.

Naomi flicked the kettle switch, then embraced Christina, lips licking together in a passionate clinch. Without her heels, Christina was still 3.5" taller than Naomi, but snogging was easy. Naomi began kissing more intently, crushing their boobs together and running her hands down the redhead's back to fondle Christina's ass. Her lover responded and did the same, making Naomi wince as her caned bottom was stroked and delicately pinched. Christina pushed one thigh between Naomi's legs, applying pressure to her pussy. Kissing always really turned Naomi on, and as the two women snogged and groped each other, she quickly knew what her next step was.

Christina felt Naomi stiffen slightly, then felt an entirely expected wetness on her leg as her young lover once more pissed into her panties. A wet, dark patch was highly visible on Naomi's grey sweats as it spread across her ass and down her thighs, and Christina's plaid pyjamas were also soaked by the hot, yellow pee. Christina was used to this and fully accepted this now, enjoyed it even, so there was no break in their kissing and groping as they probed each other's mouths with their tongues and pressed their big boobs together as Naomi's pee cascaded over their legs, pooling on the floor beneath their feet. 

Before she'd even finished pissing, Naomi hugged Christina even harder and whimpered as her anus pouted and a thick, soft turd began to slide out of her and into her pissy panties, slowly filling the room with the scent of her shit. The older redhead knew what was happening and gently cupped Naomi's wet bottom, feeling the growing bulge and pressing it gently against Naomi's bottom. Naomi groaned as a second, bigger piece of poo squeezed out into her knickers, tenting them away from her bottom, and a third, softer mass then oozed in, dragging them down as the whole of her panty pouch was full of shit. Christina gently massaged the filthy, bulging mess, pressing and squishing the load against Naomi's now dirty, sticky cheeks, before pressing harder so that the poo squeezed up to the waistband and her lower back and, crucially, between her legs.  

"Lie on your back on the kitchen table," instructed Christina in an aroused whisper, rather than her stern, dominant voice. Nevertheless, Naomi immediately complied, hanging her bottom off the edge and propping herself on her elbows to gaze at her girlfriend. Christina pulled the pee-soaked sweat pants down Naomi's legs and dropped them onto the floor, before kneeling down between her legs, ignoring the fact that she was kneeling in the puddle of wee. 

Again she cupped the foul bulge, squeezing it gently, rubbling it against Naomi's buttocks before manipulating it to squish more of it into the gusset and the front of her panties. She repeated this, until a thick, soft lump was positioned over Naomi's pussy. Shiny-eyed, Naomi stared at Christina, her breath coming in short, shallow pants. 

Determined now, Christina started to rub against the wet, dirty front of Naomi's knickers, right over her pussy, pressing down on her clit, smearing the shit over her pussy as she set a steady rhythm, masturbating Naomi with her own poo. Christina seemed hypnotised, muttering "You dirty, dirty girl," seemingly to herself, over and over. 

With her free hand, she resumed pressing and squishing the fat lumps in the back of the panties, again smearing the poo against Naomi's bum whilst rubbing it into her vagina. Naomi was mewling with pleasure, gasping and sighing, pinching and clawing at her boobs. Sensing she was near the edge, Christina started to rub more intensely, really pressing down. Naomi could feel her pussy lips part and some of the poo get pushed inside her cunt.That tipped over and her head lolled back as she shook, cried out and squealed as her lover brought her to a mind-blowing orgasm by rubbing her off with her own poo.  

Gasping for breath, Naomi looked in Christina's eyes. The redhead stood and laid a hand down in each of Naomi's breasts, stroking them through the white tank top. Her right hand left faint, brown smudges. 
"That was amazing," said Naomi. 
"I thought you'd enjoy it, dirty girl," said Christina with a grin. "Now, I've been busy with my hands, it's time for you to use your mouth. Get down and lay on the floor." As Naomi complied, laying down in her top and messy panties, Christina stripped naked. Then she straddled Naomi, but facing away from her.

She briefly grazed her pussy across Naomi's face, the young brunette's tongue eagerly licking at the wet folds. Then she moved forward. 
"Lick my ass," instructed the redhead.  

Naomi pushed her tongue out again, licking around the rim of Christina's ass, tasting her lightly sweaty crack, poking the tip of her tongue into the tight rosebud.  
"Right, you little shit slut. Be careful what you wish for - it's dinner time." Naomi realised what Christina meant and her heart started to pound, her ears filled with the sound of her own rushing blood. But she opened her mouth. 

Christina grunted in a less than ladylike manner and bore down. From inches away, Naomi saw her lesbian lover's anus spread and a fat turd started to slide out, directly into her mouth. The shit moved past her lips and then her senses were assaulted as it touched her tongue. She gagged instinctively, but ignoring her revulsion and focusing on her desire, she kept her mouth gaping until Christina pinched off the turd. Then she closed her mouth with the hot lump inside. 




Naughty Naomi Ch. 07



"Oh, you dirty slut!" Christina gasped as she looked back at Naomi. "You want it, don't you? You fucking want to eat my shit? Eat it then!" Naomi's pretty face was screwed up and tears were rolling out of her eyes, but she slowly started to chew the poo in her mouth, controlling her retching and choking with sheer effort as the horrible, slimy mess rolled around in her mouth. As she did, she started to rub at her pussy, still covered in her own shit. "My god, I can't believe you're doing this. You like me going to the toilet in your mouth, don't you?" Naomi nodded, and swallowed. As soon as the mouthful of Christina's poo went down her throat, it tried to come straight back, but again she choked back her gag reflex to swallow the shit. And then she opened her mouth again.

Christina was repulsed and excited. It was disgusting, undeniably, but equally beyond dispute was the heat between her legs. Straining, she pushed out a huge, long, soft poop. Even with her cheeks bulging, it was two big to fit in Naomi's toilet-mouth, so the brunette caught the excess in her hand. 
"Eat it! Chew it! Swallow it! You disgusting whore!" Again, the redhead was captivated as, still crying, gagging and screwing her face up, Naomi chewed the shit, the foul taste overwhelming her. Horrid brown slime was running gown her chin and her teeth were covered with the awful mess. As she worked to swallow the mouthful, she rubbed the excess in her hand across, then inside, the front of her knickers, mixing Christina's poo with her own, smearing it across her cunt. 

Naomi was still chewing and swallowing chunks of Christina's poo as the redhead suddenly started to piss, shifting her position so that her golden rain sprayed over Naomi's face, hair and tits. The urine splattered and showered over her, washing away some of the mess and creating a sludgy pool on the floor around the depraved girl. As she pissed, Christina started to rub herself again, very quickly climaxing as she looked at the wreckage below her. 

Christina sagged against the table, drained and appalled and thrilled in fairly equal measure. On the floor, Naomi writhed in the filth, covered in shit and piss, her mouth full of both, her tank top and panties both befouled. Christina knew that they'd crossed a line here. Was there any going back?



Naughty Naomi



"I...I'm sorry, it just hurt so much. But...I do want it." Naomi blinked a couple of times then resumed her position on the desk. A total submissive, just like Ms Holloway hoped. 

"And no more screaming," she added.

"I'll try," whispered Naomi, but her attempts were in vain as the strap whipped across her cheeks again, and she cried out, though she stayed in position. 

How dirty is she? Ms Holloway mused. Time to find out! Gingerly, she picked up Naomi's pee-soaked panties from the wet bundle on the office floor. The heat of the urine had cooled, and they were now a cold, wet, piss-smelling rag. Moving to the front of the desk, she pulled Naomi's face up to look at her. "Open your mouth," she said and Naomi did, not comprehending what was about to happen. "This'll keep you quiet," said her statuesque boss, and she pushed the pissy knickers into Naomi's mouth. Naomi was overcome with feelings. Her mouth filled with the taste of pee, revolting at the cold, soggy cotton. Her pussy was the real arbiter of her feelings, however -- she nearly came on the spot. Accepting this further humiliation, she lay her head back on the desk. Smiling, Ms Holloway returned to finish the strapping, her own knickers now tangibly wet with pussy juice. 

"Eleven more," Ms Holloway announced, moments before the strap whistled through the air and cracked across Naomi's tender bottom. The pain now over came her and she started to sob, fat tears spilling out of her big eyes and dripping down her face and onto the redhead's desk. She could not cry easily as her mouth was full of pissy cotton, so she choked and heaved with the sobs as the strap thrashed her again and again. Ms Holloway aimed the eleventh at the undertuck of her round cheeks, stinging Naomi's thighs and eliciting a high-pitched gurgle from the younger girl who drummed her fists on the desk but stayed bent over, weeping brokenly now. As the final spank from the cruel, leather implement whipped Naomi's bottom, Ms Holloway saw more liquid spill from the brunette's pussy -- but this was not piss; rather, she was so turned on that her pussy was leaking, and the headmistress knew from the sticky feeling in her own knickers that she was at the same level of arousal as her secretary. She also knew she could wait no longer. Dropping the strap to the office floor, she pulled Naomi upright and turned her around, standing so their faces were intimately close. Naomi was crying freely, the pee-wet panties still in her mouth. 

"It is supposed to be corner time and then back over my knee before the cane." Naomi's head fell but Ms Holloway tipped her head back with her chin, the two sets of blue eyes looking right at each other. She gently pulled the knickers out of Naomi's mouth, dropping them to the carpet. "But, if you'd like, I have a second proposal -- we take a break and you come to my house tonight and then, before bed, you get the 30-minute spanking and, since you'll have had a rest, 12 with the cane. What would you like to do?" The two busty women were so close together that their breasts were touching. Naomi could not compose a coherent thought -- her face was wet with tears, her mouth tasted like a toilet, her bottom was on fire and she was about to faint from arousal. She stared at her boss, tears still rolling down her face, and tried to answer. However Ms Holloway, looking down at the beautiful girl who was crying tears of pain, was the first to give in to her feelings, and suddenly planted a firm kiss on Naomi's lips, her tongue aggressively pushing into the younger girl's mouth, tasting the faint, sour taste of pee.

Breaking the kiss momentarily, Ms Holloway looked at Naomi and saw nothing but consent in her eyes. They kissed again, fervently, Naomi remembering how her body worked and cupping and squeezing her manager's boobs. Ms Holloway ran her own hands down Naomi's back to stroke and then grip her punished bottom. Naomi gasped in pain, but pushed against her boss. "Oh Naomi, I've wanted to do this for a long time," Ms Holloway whispered as she trailed kisses down Naomi's throat and across her face, licking her tears away. 

"Me too, me too..." was all the well-spanked 22-year old could manage. As they pulled off each other's clothes, finally unveiling their huge, soft boobs to each other's lustful gaze. They mauled and sucked and kissed each other, licking and touching, lost in passion. Regaining control, Ms Holloway pressed on Naomi's shoulders and she took the hint, dropping to her knees to face the pussy of the women who'd beaten her to tears. She'd never done this before, but took to it like a natural, her tongue probing, pressing and licking whilst Ms Holloway groaned and pushed her pussy against Naomi's face. 

"Oh, oh Naomi, I'm so pleased that we did this. If you agree, we are going to do this again." Naomi did not stop licking, but raised her eyes to nod, discernibly. "Oh, you bad girl," breathed Ms Holloway, feeling her orgasm building. "Then here are the new rules, now that I know what a dirty, lesbian slut you are." These words sent a shock through Naomi's pussy, and she now began to touch and rub herself furiously, all the while licking at the ginger-fuzzed pussy in front of her. "You're not to use the toilets at work ever again. Every night, when the students leave, you're to report here for a spanking which will be long and very hard. If you disgrace yourself like you did today, it'll be longer and harder. Regardless, you will be crying like a naughty, punished girl. And when you are crying I will...I'll..." She lost her train of thought as the most powerful orgasm that she'd ever felt washed through her body. She had to lock her knees to avoid falling, and her hands on Naomi's head ground the secretary's face into her cunt as her body cascaded with pleasure. For her part, Naomi too was on the edge, and Ms Holloway's description of her new regime was pushing her over it. She rubbed frantically at herself, her mouth full of Ms Holloway's pussy, her bottom still stinging painfully, her panties and stockings pee-soaked rags, and the prospect of this happening again and again...

Naomi came too, falling back against the desk, gasping and crying out, clutching at her taut nipples as she too almost blacked out. Both women were breathing heavily as they looked at each and began, embarrassed, to look around the office. Smoothing her hair, Ms Holloway again regained her usual composure, somehow looking regal and aloof whilst naked in her office.

"Best gather your things, Naomi. We leave for my house -- and the remainder of your punishment -- in ten minutes." 

To be continued, if there's demand...