2 comments/ 44217 views/ 22 favorites Cindy the Cookie Girl Pt. 01 By: EuphoricCinder "Yes sir. I'll bring a fresh box right away. Ok I'll be there in a half hour." Cindy hung up the phone on the wall of her house. She headed for the door. "Who was that sweetheart?" Her mother asked her before she could leave. "A costumer complained that one of their boxes of thin mint cookies was stale, so I have to go deliver a new box, quick." She reached for the door. "Well you can't go like that." Her mother told her matter-of-factly. "Why not?" She looked down, she was wearing a t-shirt and faded jeans. Her blonde hair was nicely braided in two pigtails that fell over her shoulders. Her friend had done it during study hall at school. "You need to go put on your uniform. You can't go to this customer's house representing the scouts like that." "But mom, that uniform barely fits me anymore." Cindy whined. "Plus it has a skirt so I can't ride my bike. I'll be late!" "I don't care. Go change. Now missy." The look her mother gave her told Cindy there was no use in arguing. A few minutes later Cindy stood staring at herself in her full length mirror. She was a short girl, barely five foot. Her blonde braids fell to the top of her flat tummy. She was now dressed in her cookie scout uniform. The last time she had gotten a new one was when she was fourteen. She had just started as a volunteer with the organization then. Now she helped supervise the younger girls and dealt with customer complaints, usually over the phone. This was the first time she would be going to a customer's house. She looked at the outfit again. It was white with green trim around the ends of the sleeves and collar of the button up t-shirt top that ended just below her belly button. All the buttons closed save the top two, she used her green neckerchief to cover them up. Not that she needed to worry, her breasts were small. She wasn't flat chested, she was almost a B cup, but she didn't really have any cleavage to show off. She hadn't grown much in the last four years but it was enough for the uniform to no longer fit. But being a volunteer the scouts wouldn't give her a new one and since she didn't have a job she couldn't afford to buy one. The matching green, pleated skirt still fit her slim hips but fell a few inches to short for her taste and lifted a bit when she walked because of the bubble butt she had from all her bike riding. She pulled on her sash with all her merit badges sewn on it. Then she knelt and pulled up the knee high, white socks she had to wear as part of the outfit. She tied her black shoes then lifted the floppy, green beret off her dresser to complete the outfit. She looked at the clock. 'I'm going to be so late.' She ran down stairs. "Bye mom!" She said as she flew through the door, grabbing a box of cookies as she passed the boxes in the garage. She hurried down the street of her neighborhood. She wanted to jog or even run, but she knew moving to fast would cause her skirt to lift and she definitely didn't want that. . . . She finally reached the house and looked at her watch. 'Almost an hour late. Oh god they are going to be so mad at me.' She walked up to the house. Ding. Dong. The doorbell sounded. Cindy smoothed her skirt and tried in vain to pull her top down to cover the strip of exposed tummy. The door flew open. "What!" A man stood in the doorway. He wasn't what Cindy was expecting. She expected a woman or an older family type man, with a tie or something. Instead she was staring at a man in his mid twenties. No tie, not even a shirt. Her eyes trailed down his toned stomach to see he was wearing a pair of mesh shorts. "Well?" The young man asked her. "H-hi sir. I'm Cindy, I'm here with y-your fresh box of cookies." She held out the box, smiling sweetly at him, her braces shining. He opened the screen to take the box from her and remained in it as he looked at her. "You don't look like the same little brat who sold them to me." "No s-sir I'm a volunteer I don't sell the cookies I just help d-deal with customer com-complaints. You would've bought them from one of the little scouts." She didn't like the way he looked at her. It sent a chill up her spine. "Volunteer? What are you twelve?" He looked at her skeptically. "Actually I'm eigh-eighteen sir." He raised his eyebrows in disbelief at this statement. "I'll take the old box from you so I can show the scout master if you don't mind." "Whatever it's inside. Come with me and I'll get it for you while we discuss my 'complaints.'" He held the door for her. When she didn't move he added. "Or I can call and complain about the poor service you are providing right now." She didn't want to go into his house but she also didn't want to have a complaint against her either. "Ok." She said, hesitantly, as she followed him into the house. "Have a seat." He indicated the couch. As she sat, she noticed the beer bottles on the table. "You want a drink?" He asked indicating the bottles. "No th-thank you sir. I'm not old enough to drink." She told him. "Suit yourself." He opened another bottle on the edge of the counter. He then brought her the cookies on a plate and the crushed empty box. "I'm very disappointed in the service your troop has provided Cindy." He set the cookies down on the coffee table next to the beer bottles as he sat next to her. "I'm sorry sir. I'll do w-what I can to make it up to you." "Let's start with a refund." "I-I can't do that sir I'm sorry. You have a fresh box of cookies though." "That's not enough Cindy. I guess I will have to stop buying from your troop." "No s-sir please. There must be something I-I can do to convince you to keep buying from us." She told him trying to sound cute. This usually worked for the women and older people she dealt with. She hoped it would work for him. "This isn't the first time this has happened. Do you think saying your sorry all sweet will make up for it? I'm sick of your troop always selling stale cookies." "I'm s-sorry. The troop leader tells the kids to sell the cookies no matter what. If they don't sell them all they get in t-trouble." She was beginning to get scared with how angry he was and wasn't paying attention to what she was saying. "So you knew they do this? You knew they sell unsuspecting customers bad cookies?" He stood up. "Th-they have been doing it since before I was a scout s-sir." She cringed as he towered over her. "Well that's it. I want a real apology from you for knowing about this and letting them do this to people. And your damn box says 'satisfaction guaranteed' and you are sure as hell going to fulfill that!" "I'm s-sorry s-sir for-" He yanked her up by one arm and then sat back down on the couch pulling her over his lap as he did. "Fuck that! You're words mean nothing. I want you to understand how bad allowing them to do that is. I'm going to punish you for all the trouble your troop has caused me." "Please sir let me go!" She squirmed as he pushed her down over his lap. "Hold still and I'll go easier on you little girl." He held her down with one hand as he pushed her green skirt up over her legs. "No please let me go. Don't look at my panties!" He smiled down at her ass. "When was the last time your parents spanked you?" She was wearing white panties with purple, pink, and red polka dots on them. They seemed a bit small as her pale white cheeks were peeking out of the bottom of them. "I don't know w-when I was a little k-kid maybe." "Well if they kept up with your bad behavior maybe you'd know you can't spank a misbehaving girl through a skirt." He ran his hand up her thigh towards her cute ass. She squirmed even harder as his hand pressed between her legs. "You like that?" He asked with a laugh. "No please stop. I don't want you to touch me there!" She squealed as he pressed harder. He reached back. Smack "Ow ow ow. No don't hit me please." Smack "Oooowwww." She squirmed harder against him, pressing down on his crotch. She tried in vain to get up, as she felt something begin to press against her tummy. Smack "The harder you struggle the harder I'm going to spank you. You could've stopped this from happening." He slid his had over her ass massaging it. He could feel the heat between her legs and felt the slight dampness beginning. "How? I-I didn't sell you the cookies, I can't r-return your money. Please let me up. I don't like this." "Well now you're going to add lying to your list of bad behavior? I felt how wet you are." Smack "Ow." She began to whimper "I-I'm not lying. Please." Smack "Yes you are you little bitch. I can tell you are enjoying this. Which means you aren't learning your lesson." Smack, smack, smack. He began to pummel her cute little bottom as she squirmed and squealed in his lap. Her cheeks were turning pink where they hung out of her panties. He slid a finger under them and pulled them up harshly, forcing more of her pink cheeks to be exposed, then continued administering her spanking. She no longer protested as he smacked her ass. She just laid there tears streaming down her face. She wasn't much for make up but she did wear a little eye liner that now ran down her pale cheeks. "Now tell me you have been bad." He spanked her even harder. SMACK "I-I've been bad sir. I'm s-sorry." She resumed squirming. "How bad?" "Very b-bad sir. So very bad." She began to cry harder. "I'm s-so sorry for how bad I have been. Please forgive me I will try to be a good girl from now-now," She began to sob uncontrollably. "from now on. I'll be good." Her words became incoherent as she rambled on through her sobs. After a while she realized he had stopped spanking her and was now running his hands over her cute butt. He squeezed her round cheeks in both hands. "Mmm." She moaned involuntarily. "I told you, you were enjoying this." He smacked her ass again to break her out of her trance. He then picked her petite frame up and set her down on her feet in front of him. "Look at you. You look like a slut with that outfit." He told her. "A good girl wouldn't be caught dead looking like that. Are you a good girl Cindy?" She nodded her head and sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. "Then take off those sluttish clothes." He stood up when she didn't do as he said. "Do you know what a slut is Cindy?" She shook her head no. "A slut is a dirty girl who enjoys being bad. Sluts like to make men get hard for their own amusement. When a man gets hard it hurts them. Do you like hurting me Cindy?" She shook her head. "Then if you aren't a slut who likes making me hurt take off those sluttish clothes!" "I-I-I c-c-an't s-sir." She stuttered nervously. "Well then you must want to be a little slut huh?" She shook her head, staring at the floor. "Then I'll have to help you." He reached out and ripped open her buttons, sending them flying around the room. Before she could react he then pulled her skirt down her legs ripping it in the process. He straightened and forcibly pulled her shirt out from under her sash throwing it to the ground. "That's better." Cindy stood before him wearing only her polka dot panties, knee high socks with sneakers, and her sash and beret, with twin mascara lines on her cheeks. The sash did little to cover her tiny breasts and her hands flew up to her chest trying to preserve her modesty. He pulled her hands away. "Cindy, you can't truly be remorseful for your behavior if you keep trying to cover up." He noticed her eyes had lifted enough to stare at the tent in his pants. "That's your fault to, 'cause you dressed so slutty. You have been such a bad girl Cindy, making me get hard like this. Good little girls don't make men get hard, do you know who does Cindy?" She shook her head again. "Yes you do, don't lie to me Cindy you are in enough trouble as it is. Tell me Cindy." He lifted her face up to look at him. Her big, blue eyes had tears in them and more spilled down her cheeks. "Dirty l-little g-girls." She said defeated, he gaze dropping, not to the floor but to his crotch again. "Not girls Cindy, sluts. Say it." "D-dirty little s-sluts." Her face flushed as she used the derogatory term. "And what are you?" He readjusted himself in his shorts causing the tent to be even bigger. Her eyes raised to his. "A-a dirty s-slut sir?" "And what do sluts do?" "Th-they like to-to be-be b-bad and make men h-hard." "And you have been bad haven't you?" She nodded her head. "What have you done that was bad?" "I-I kn-knew about the-the stale co-cookies, and-and I d-dressed s-slutty." She was crying again. "Then I-I made you h-hard. It was an accident s-sir I-I didn't know I was." "Not knowing doesn't make it any less bad Cindy. Do you even know what it is you made hard?" She shook her head unable to stop crying and unable to look away from his crotch. "My cock Cindy. You've been so bad and now my cock is hard. It's all your fault." He pulled down his shorts and his large erection bounced free. He smiled as her eyes widened. "Have you ever seen a cock before Cindy?" Another head shake. "That's good, but what should we do about this Cindy?" "I-I don't know." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Is it fair to me that you acted the way you did and now I'm in pain?" "No i-it isn't sir. I'm sorry. I-I wish I could do something f-for you. I have been so, so, very bad. I don't know how to make it f-feel better." "You want to make it feel better?" She shook her head. "You can help Cindy. But only if you really, truly want to prove to me you are a good girl." "I do sir, really." "Well there is something we can do Cindy. But you can never tell anyone what you did because if you do they will know that you were such a dirty, little, slut that likes to make men hard. You don't want that do you?" "No s-sir I don't want anyone to know I'm such a dirty s-slut." "So you are willing to do what you need to prove to me you are really a good girl? And you won't tell anyone you had to do this?" "Yes sir I-I want to be a good girl for you. And no I-I won't tell anyone how bad and d-dirty I have been." She sniffled and blushed at the thought. "Good." He sat down on the couch, his erection fell against his stomach. "Stand in front of me," She did. "and kneel down." She knelt between his knees. "What you need to do Cindy is take my cock in your hands." "I-I don't think my parents would like it if I-I did this sir. I'm sorry. I-I know I-I'm bad but th-this seems wrong." The girl was shaking from her nervousness. "No Cindy, what was wrong was you causing me to get this hard. What is wrong is that you are such a slut you won't do what you need to, to make it better. Your parents wouldn't like that you're doing this but they'd be even unhappier if they found out how you have been behaving and won't fix it. Should I call them?" He didn't have their number but Cindy didn't seem to realize this. She figured all adults could call each other on a whim. "N-no sir p-please don't I'll do-do it. I'm sorry." "Then do it you little slut, grab my cock with both your dirty, li'l hands!" She jumped as he yelled at her. She hesitantly reach out and touch his cock. It jumped and he groaned. She pulled her hands back. "C'mon slut do it!" She reach out again this time picking it up in one hand. It was so big her fingers we just shy of touching each other as they wrapped around his base. "Ughh." He groaned loudly as her warm hand enveloped him. Her one hand didn't even make it half way up his shaft. She placed the other hand above it on his cock. Her two hands together went from the base of his shaft to just below his head. "Now move them up and down." She began to stroke him moving her two hands in tandem. "Ugh that's it." "So I'm doing it right? See I-I told you I could be a good girl, I'll make you feel better." Cindy beamed her braces covered smile at him. "I didn't say that slut." Her face fell at his harsh words. She began to cry all over again, nearly sobbing. His cock throbbed at the sound. "You are a dirty whore, you can't do anything right. I had to tell you were doing anything wrong in the first place. How would you be able to fix it with out my help?" She cried harder tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry I'm sorry!" She jacked him harder and harder as she cried. "Tell me how to be a good girl. I'll do whatever it takes, just please." She frantically jerked him off as she blubbered. Her warm breath felt good on his cock and he could feel her tears land on the tip as she cried. "Spit on it you filthy slut!" Her jacking slowed a bit as she looked at him through tear filled eyes. "I said spit on it. Now! Or I'll fucking shove it down your throat!" The look of terror on her face made his cock swell even more. "I'm sorry!" She leaned over his dick and let her saliva drip down onto the head of his cock as she kept pumping. As she tried to lean back she felt his hand on her head. She feared he would still follow through with his threat. "Yeah bitch more!" She let out more. Her pace quickened as his cock became slick. The wet noises echoed in the empty house. "Ok go slow but really squeeze it. Squeeze it as hard as you can." She tried but he felt like steel in her hands. She thought she was going to hurt him if she squeezed any harder. A small clear liquid began to leak out of the slit at his tip. "That's 'cause my cock likes what you are doing. You need to lick it off." "I-I d-don't want to d-do that. I-isn't that where y-your pee comes f-from? Don't m-make me please." "It is but what you're seeing is my precum. My cum will be your reward. Sluts don't like to make a man come they just want to tease them. Only a slut would refuse her reward. Maybe we should stop. You clearly want to stay a slut." He moved to take her hands off his cock. "No! No. I-I'll do it. I'm not a slut. I'll do whatever it takes sir. Please let me lick y-your 'stuff' please. I'm a good girl I promise." She leaned forward more and licked the tip of his cock. His hand gripped her head tighter as he groaned loudly. He had to fight the urge to slam her face down on his cock and facefuck her for all he was worth. He watched as she made a face, her tongue still sticking out with his clear precum trailing from its tip to his cock's tip. "How's it taste?" "Salty, but I guess it's o-okay." "Good cause you are about to get a lot more." He groaned again and leaned back. He slid his hands of her head but trailed her long pigtails through his hands. He gripped the ends as she began to jerk him harder. She started moving her hands away from each other then bringing them back together. "Ugh I'm close." He pushed her away from him as he stood. "Get that plate and get your hand back on my cock." She did as he asked. "Hold the plate under the tip of my cock. I need to come and you had better catch it all on those cookies." She began to pump him, fast one handed. "Please sir. Shot your 'stuff' all over the cookies. I'll eat it all if you do. That's what good girls do right? They eat all the 'stuff' a man shoots?" "Cum Cindy call it cum. Tell me you want to eat those cookies covered in my cum." He grunted. "Yes sir. I want to eat all those cookie covered in you c-cum. Shoot your cum on the cookies for me so I can eat them, please." "Oh fuck, oh fuck. Here it comes Cindy. Yes! Ugghh" His hips bucked under her hand as white cum shot out. She tried her best to get it on all the cookies. She aimed him with her hand. But there was so much she was afraid he'd miss the plate. Once he had shot five or six long ropes the spurts diminished and her new fear was that he'd drip. She did the only thing she could think off with one hand holding the plate and the other holding his cock. She pulled his head into her mouth as she continued to jack him. His cock spasmed and shot one last rope deep into her mouth. Cindy the Cookie Girl Pt. 01 "Oh. Fuck!" He rested his hand on her head as she squeezed the last of his orgasm into her mouth. When he was done she pulled him out of her mouth. Her hand never left his shaft as she leaned over the cookies and drooled his cum out onto them. "Sorry sir I didn't want to miss any." She smiled at him. "That's ok Cindy. You did very well." "So I'm a good girl again?" She beamed drying tears and black mascara staining her cheeks. "Almost, you have to eat your reward now." "Oh yeah." She finally released him as she placed the plate down on the table. "Can I have some milk?" "Sure." He walked to the kitchen and poured a glass and walked back to her. She was sitting on the floor in her polka dot panties and knee high socks with her shoes still on. Her beret had fallen off but she still had her sash and pigtails. He watched as she happily munched on the cum covered cookies. "Thank you sir. For the milk and your cum." She smiled at him, cookies and cum stuck in her braces. He went to hand her the milk then thought better of it. He lowered it to his crotch and dunked his cock in it. He went to hand her the glass but she leaned over and sucked his cock clean before taking it. "You are a very good girl Cindy." "Thank you sir." He sat back down to watch her eat. She munched away happily and reached over to idly play with his cock. "Careful Cindy it is very sensitive now. And if you play with it it'll get hard again." "Sorry sir. I wouldn't want that." She stopped playing but didn't remove her hand either. "These cookies taste much better with your cum all over them sir." She smiled again. "You're welcome Cindy." When she had finished eating he stood up and gathered her clothes and hat. He then grabbed her by one of her pigtails and dragged her to the door. "Ow ow ow. Please stop sir. What did I do?" He pushed her out the door into the neighborhood. "Get the fuck out!" He then threw her clothes off to the side into the bushes where they would be hard to reach. A pair of young boys happened to be walking a dog in front of his house as he did. They watched as Cindy stood dumbstruck on the porch. She finally stepped off and dug through the bushes to get her clothes, giving the guys a great view of her ass. Her panties still bunched up and her freshly spanked cheeks hanging out. She quickly dressed to the sounds of them calling her a slut and cell phones taking pictures. She had to hold her skirt up and only two of her shirt buttons worked. When she was dressed she fled the street as fast as she could, tears running down her face again, even though she knew her skirt would fly up and show her ass.