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Alice's Adventures on the Underground
Alice had been a bad girl all day. She'd run off when the others had stopped for food and festivities at the nearby pub, and she had put up a poster in the window calling Robert a 'dumbo'. She'd been a terror and a pain, and to cap it all, she point-blank refused to accept his lift, meaning Andy had to put up with her on the Tube instead, all the way along the Piccadilly Line.
"Insufferable girl!" he muttered, as they bought their tickets and waited on the platform.
Alice smirked as she sipped at a carton of Ribena.
The train arrived, almost empty for once, since the time of night was fairly late. Andy spotted a carriage completely unoccupied, and propelled Alice into it.
She took a seat, and sulked. She was determined not to be friendly and approachable, and was revelling in his obvious discomfort.
Andy sat down by Alice, and pulled her towards him for a cuddle.
"Don't do that," she hissed, "we're in public now."
Quick as a flash, she found herself across his lap, struggling as he raised her skirt and pulled back the material of her knickers so the bare cheeks of her bottom were revealed.
"Nooooo, please don't," wailed Alice, as Andy's hand made contact with her skin with a smart smack, followed by others of the same strength, causing little patches of pink to appear on her white bottom.
Her embarrassement was quickly increased as he tugged down the front of her blouse, exposing her bare breasts, and pulled her knickers down to her knees.
As the train approached the first station he put her skirt back down and wrapped his arm around her, hiding her breasts.
She closed her eyes, feigning sleep, in case someone got into their carriage.
The train moved off. Still alone in the carriage, Andy flipped back Alice's skirt and increased the intensity of the spanking on her bare bottom, tweaking and playing with her nipples at the same time.
Alice kicked and protested but couldn't escape.
At the next station the pantomime of replacing her skirt and holding her like a sleepy girl, tired at the exercion of the day, continued, but no passengers came into the carriage.
Andy's hand snaked under her skirt to stroke the hot skin, to slip a curious finger between her buttocks, to scratch along them with eager fingernails.
A longer stretch between stations allowed him to give her a long, hard spanking without pausing, down the backs of her legs as well as all over her bottom. She buried her head into the seat cushions, trying to concentrate on anything other than the burning shooting through her with each slap.
At a busy stretch of the line, there were many more passengers on the platform, one or two looking into the carriage where Alice lay across Andy's lap. He managed to busy himself in a book, looking as if it was the most natural thing in the world to have someone sleeping in that position with him.
A man got into their carriage, and settled himself opposite the pair.
Alice opened her eyes in surprise, and wondered what they would do now. How to hide what was going on?
"Been a naughty girl, has she?" said the stranger, a smile playing about his lips, "don't mind me, old man, you just carry on."
Andy thought for a second, and then flipped up Alice's skirt, starting to stroke and smack her again.
"Very nice," said the stranger, then, addressing Alice, "are you learning your lesson yet young lady?"
Alice was blushing furiously at both ends by this time and turned her head away from the stranger, so their eyes didn't have to meet as she was being punished.
"Where are your manners, Alice?" Andy's voice came out of the space above her, as the spanking intensified again. Alice closed her eyes tight, jolting forward with each slap and wishing she was somewhere else.
"I'm sorry, my sub appears to have forgotten her place. Please don't mind her."
The stranger smiled. "I'm afraid that when mine does something like that, there's nothing for it. A good beating, that's the key. Use a hairbrush or take a belt to her."
Alice bit her lip. She was beginning to regret acting up all day now.
A new station, and her skirt again replaced. The stranger moved over and sat beside them, opposite Alice's head, reaching over to stroke her hair and her face.
"She's very pretty."
"Yes," said Andy, "but very wilful. I really don't know what I can do with her."
The stranger moved seats, so that Alice's legs were next to his. He pulled them across his knee, so she was lying over the laps of both men.
"Do this," he said, raising his hand high and bringing it down smartly on the crease between Alice's bottom and the backs of her legs.
Andy sat back as the stranger took charge, giving Alice a harder spanking that he had ever tried, using both hands and leaving her with vivid red marks wherever his hands had made contact.
He dipped his head to kiss Alice, feeling her shaking with pain and fear, but seeing the pleasure gleaming in her eyes. He loved to see her like this, the first time he had watched her reactions when someone else was dealing with her. She was such a sweet little thing.
Finally, the train drew up at the final station. Alice pulled up her top and her knickers and slid off the seats, afraid to meet the stranger's eye.
On the short walk home, no words passed between Alice and Andy. She couldn't tell whether she had pleased him or not, but couldn't remember doing anything wrong.
Once in the house, Andy took her by the arm and led her to the sofa.
"You were enjoying that far too much, you slut. Over the arm please."
Alice bent over obligingly, and then gasped as she felt her knickers not just being lowered, but being torn off, and her legs being forced wide apart.
She tried not to wriggle and to to think of anything else than being where she was, as she was, as she heard Andy unbuckling his belt ...
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Posted: 10:32 PM, Dec. 9, 2006 |
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