The Bookworm – Part 1

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The Bookworm – Part 1(Reminder – this is a fantasy story)The Bookworm – Part 1I saw here in a big bookshop in Charing Cross Road on Saturday. She was wandering around leafing through books.I liked the look of her and carefully followed her to see what subjects she liked. I was able to get a good lookat her before she had any inkling of my presence.About five feet five, dark brown hair. Pretty face, but not too pretty if you get my meaning.Definitely the geeky type, which I like. She had a fringe in her hair, and her hair was bobbed short, quite honestly it lookedlike it had been cut with scissors by her mother. She had round gold framed glasses.She was wearing a white t-shirt and shorts, with tennis shoes.Up top she has smallish tits, and I could see she was wearing a bra. Her legs were unshaven, with fine brown hairs.I caught up with her in the history section and reached for a book just as she did. I Said I had read that book also,and we fell into conversation. I suggested we go to the coffee shop in the store and continue our discussion of the book.She was grateful for the coffee, I guess she had been saving to buy books and could not spend much else on her trip up to London.I asked how she planned to spend her day in London, she replied buying books in the morning then seeing the sights. When we took out books to the counter I insisted on paying for hers and we wandered off out into the sunshine. I took her on a tour canlı bahis of the sights of central London, and she enjoyed it. I have a little one bedroom flat in central London, which I use when on business. I suggested to her that it was hot and we could go to my place to cool off and read the books. She seemed in no hurry to get home and agreed. On arrival at the flat I opened the window to show a great view, and made some cool fruit juice. The girl settled down on the sofa to read her book and I left her to it.I took a chance, and went through to my bedroom and unlocked the cupboard where I kept my toys and my collection of vintage spanking magazines. I Took an old copy of Februs magazine through to the lounge and settled down beside her to read. She was so engrossed in her book that she really did not notice me. After a bit she glaned up and I saw her eyes widen.She asked me what I Was reading, and I said that in the days before the internet people bought magazines like this. I explained that I bought it from a shop in Soho where we had just been. The shop closed down years ago. She seemed intrigued. I explained that this particular magazine was edited by a woman named Paula Meadows, and it dealt with the subject of spanking from a woman’s point of view. OF course, I Added, young ladies like you are no longer spanked so you do not know much about this. Make or break time I thought.Show me the magazine please, she bahis siteleri said. I handed it to her and let her read it as I quietly watched her.She started off by looking at the cover, which was a picture of a lovely looking girl from the back, nude, as a stern looking man looked at her. The girl flicked to the Editorial on page three by Paula Meadows, then hastily flicked to a story which was illustrated by Paula’s superb drawings. I had read this story many times myself. I saw the girl’s breathing quicken as the part of the story approached where a man pulls down the protagonists knickers and delivers her first spanking. I saw the girls left hand settling, u*********sly, into her lap.When she finished the story she looked at a double page spread of colour photographs of a girl being caned. Her mouth hung open.Pretty girl I said. Just like you. The girl hastily closed the magazine and gave it back to me.That looks awful she said – who would do a thing like that? That woman looks like she is in agony.Well, I said – I would. She looked at me wide eyed. Many women like a spanking I said, and some are brave enough to take the cane.Get over my knee I said. You have come so far, you have to be big and brave and try a spanking now…She thought about it for a bit, then came over to my armchair and stood in front of me. I could see her trembling. I pulled her wrist and expertly folded her over my knee. I pulled her shorts bahis şirketleri down and off her feet, then slowly started rubbing over her knickers. I doubt any boy had ever got this far with her. She tensed up. anticipating the spanking to come.I decided to break her in gently – after all I wanted her to have many years of enjoying spankings and what comes after.I ran my hand up and down her thighs, revelling in the feel of her short born hairs. I slowly moved to the inner surfaces of her thighs and she stayed down for me… she was loving the attention…I hooked my thumbs into the elastic of her kickers and she tensed up… slowly I drew her knickers down and took them off…Thankfully she relaxed a bit.. I then rubbed my palm all over her lovely bottom.. pale and a bit flabby.. but never touched before…Perhaps by this stage she thought she was going to escape a spanking and just be rubbed into an orgasm… But spanked she would be.I raised me hand to deliver her first ever spank. Not too hard. Aww! she cried. Then again and again. Not too hard. Just enough to make her wriggle. And to start a delicious tingle in her bottom. I spanked her bottom thoroughly, then dared move on for a few on her sit spot. All the time praising her for being a good girl, and rubbing her between spanks.Eventually I could feel her tension go and she slumped over my knee.Goodness – I could see that she was starting to cry. A release of tension rather than in pain.Good girl.. I encouraged her.. good girl… she sobbed and cried. A little girl over a strong man’s knee and she felt safe.I told her to stand up then stood myself and gathered her in my arms. Shhh….

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