Mr Petersons Book Store

This Fictional Story is written by Jennifer and contains explicit sexual material and situations involving consenting Adults No reference to u******e persons is intended or implied. No reference to real Persons dead or alive is intended or implied. This is a recount of my first summer job working at Mr. Petersons Book Store. Mr Peterson had always told me that when I turned 18 I could come and work for him at the Book Store, I had to be 18 because some of the books and magazines he sold were erotic and adult material. I still remember the big smile on his face when I walked in to ask him if he had a “position” for me, and I blushed realizing what it sounded like. We had a big laugh and he said he would be happy for me to come and work for him and I could start Monday. He treated me like a daughter and over the years had helped out my mother quite a bit in raising me, even giving me a few spankings over the years, but now that I was an Adult I noticed that he looked at me a little different. Monday morning couldn’t come soon enough and I made sure that I was at the door before he was. I wanted to look my best for him and his customers so I wore high heels, bare legs and this cute little short summer dress with an empire waist that I was sure would turn heads. My attire did not go unnoticed because Mr P. was very quick to compliment me on what a lovely young lady I looked like which made me blush and stutter out a weak thank you. Mr P e****ted me in and set about showing me how the Business functioned, like ordering, stocking, how the register worked and so on. After a few days we settled into a steady routine, Mr P started to let me do things for myself, and I was becoming comfortable with it all until I opened a shipment of magazines from an Adult supplier. I was beside myself as I pulled the magazines from the box, my heart was pounding and my breathing rapid as magazine after magazine showed young girls bent over getting various forms of punishment. I was mesmerized by the images and sat there leafing through a couple of them when one particular article caught my eye, it was of a young woman in a book store being severely caned in the store room by what looked like her employer. I was unaware of anything that was happening around me and definitely not aware that Mr P had come into the room. As I read the accompanying story I began to get very aroused and without even thinking began to reach under my dress and stroke my pussy. At this point Mr P felt it was time to intervene and simply cleared his throat to shock me out of my daydream and let me know he was there. I jumped up starting to apologize and plead for his forgiveness but he just stood there smiling with his arms crossed, then asked to see the magazine. I handed it to him open to the article that I had been reading and as he read it and looked at the pictures he said nothing but took me by the arm and walked me to the back of the store. Once there he motioned for me to sit in a chair then said he was going to lock up early and then we would discuss my behavior. He went around the store locking doors, shutting off lights and putting things away, as he did this my mind drifted back to when I was young and Mr P had given me spankings for being naughty and then I realized he was probably going to spank me now. I had mixed emotions as Mr P came back into the room and stood in front of me, I couldn’t look him in the eye so I just stared at the floor. Jennifer he said, look at me, I looked up and he could see I already had tears in my eyes, he squatted down in front of me and remarked how utterly sweet I looked as he held my face in his hands. He then went on to tell me that he was not angry at all but actually pleasantly surprised, He asked me why I was so intrigued by the article in the magazine. I told him my secret desires about spanking and my fond memories of him giving me spankings as I grew up, but had never seen anything like those magazines and then all my emotions came flooding out. He knew what needed to happen next and without saying a word sat down on one of the packing crates and taking my hand lead me around to his right side and gently lowered me over his lap. The box was fairly high which left me unable to reach the floor with either my feet or hands and as I bent over it caused my short dress to ride well up over my bottom showing my thin skimpy panties and smooth bare legs. Mr P paused for a moment and I could hear his breathing start to become heavier and I could also feel his manhood growing quickly and pressing into my tummy. Mr P ran his hands up and down my legs and up and over my bottom for quite some time before he made the comment as to how my body had matured into a devastating and beautiful young woman. He slipped a finger into the tops of my panties and slid them down my legs and then off, as he did I took the opportunity to spread my legs a little to give him a better view. As I did this he said Jennifer you are a naughty girl and gave me a couple of hard slaps, which made me squeal a little. He watched the hand prints on my bum turn pink and then gave me a couple more hard ones and then watched them turn pink. He ran his hands over the area that he had just slapped and asked how that felt, all I could do was moan my approval. I felt him lift his hand up high and I arched my back to present my bottom to give him a better target. Seeing this he brought his hand down hard SMACK, and the again quickly SMACK, mmmmmm I moaned which caused him to begin in earnest smacking hard and fast one cheek then the other. The sting of the smacks and the vibrations were traveling straight to my pussy, I had masturbated many times and enjoyed wonderful orgasms but this was different, better somehow, this was not punishment but a new found form of foreplay. SMACK ooooooooh, SMACK oooooooooh, SMACK SMACK SMACK mmmmmmmm I was starting to reach climax. Mr P could see that his attentions were having the affect that he had hoped for and had secretly longed for, waiting for me to become an adult before he could act on his impulses. The spanking was not harsh but caused my bottom to take on a lovely red color but the result of it was causing my pussy to run with my juices. Once Mr P could see my milky fluids start to drip from my pussy he stopped spanking me and lifted me off his lap and laid me down on a low table allowing my legs to spread wide apart. I was panting heavily being so aroused and all but begged him to make love to me, he quickly shed his clothes and the most magnificent cock sprung up and danced in front of me. Kneeling in between my legs and propping himself up on one arm he held his cock in his other hand and directed it towards my waiting open wet pussy. He slid the tip up and down my pussy covering the head of his cock in my slippery fluid and making me jerk my pelvis back and forth in anticipation. Slowly he eased his cock deep into my belly, filling me, stretching my young pussy to its maximum. Mr P was very patient, working the length of his cock in and out savoring every moment, as he did he stared into my eyes calculating when I would cum so he could time his strokes. I looked up at him my mouth open and grunting with every stroke, and then all my muscles started to tighten and I gripped him around the waist with my legs pulling him in closer, urging him to pump faster and harder. He responded by holding onto my hips and taking long hard strokes drove me into the most powerful gut wrenching orgasm of my young life. I threw my head back, held onto the sides of the table and just let go feeling Mr P’s cock pound in an out in and out as orgasm after orgasm enveloped me. Then he stopped for a moment, his cock swelled and stiffened and then this wonderful feeling of hot sticky cum erupted inside me. He continued to fuck me until we were both completely spent. After we had gotten ourselves together, cleaned up and gotten dressed I just had to ask Mr P if that was part of the benefit package of working here. He leaned over and giving me a hard slap on my bum said that I was the only girl to ever get that benefit, and will expect me to take complete advantage of the service.