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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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Bailey took the job because she needed it but didn’t expect to like it. Retail is a pain in the ass with all the weird hours and working holidays, but this job turned out to have one interesting element to it that was completely unexpected.Working in at a chain drug store is usually boring with people buying vitamins, shampoo, skin crème, makeup etc. but there are other things that present interesting and sometimes funny or embarrassing situations, particularly with sex-related items like condoms and lube, for example. Unexpected people buying unexpected things, or large quantities of them, raise all sorts of questions in one’s mind which of course one can’t ask.The surprising item purchase though turned out to be hairbrushes, specifically by men. The aisle with the brushes was in sight of the checkout area enough that she could see what they were doing, and it made her wonder where men bought their brushes for use on their hair because that certainly isn’t what they were in her store for.Bailey is a tall, plain-looking girl who attracted attention with an outgoing, quirky friendliness that caught people off guard, men in particular. She had a pleasant face; friendly, happy, cute maybe, but not exactly pretty. She had a tall, slender body showing little shape, no athleticism, and small tits. Light brown hair hung straight to her shoulders looking well-kept, but not terribly stylish. She normally dressed rather plainly as well, and in her store uniform, only her black pants generated any interest.Her height was clearly in her legs and though not shapely, their length and girth were very attractive, but it’s where they led that was her strong point, as she had a perfect, round, just-big-enough ass with a deep cleft accentuated by the thong panties she wore when she was trying to attract attention to it.How appropriate it was then that she absolutely loved to get spanked and any man who enjoyed having a naughty girl across his knee for a good spanking, would be attracted to Bailey simply because she had this gorgeous, oh-so-spankable bottom! Being a switch, she was no stranger to taking a naughty boy’s pants down to punish his bottom properly with her hand, and her favorite implement, the hairbrush, but given the choice, she’d choose to have the brush applied to her bottom rather than his.Her interest in spanking started with a boyfriend who reacting to some silly mistake, pulled her down over his knee and spanked her a dozen or two times over her flimsy skirt. Embarrassed, but also instantly intrigued, she filed those feelings away for the future not knowing how to explain them to herself let alone him. It wasn’t a natural reaction for him either so Bailey had to be a bit more overt when she wanted him to do it again; misbehaving was not enough to get a repeat performance.She liked the ‘naughty girl’ emotions it raised, but it was the sting, the pain that really got her attention, especially when on that second occurrence she reached back and pulled her skirt up. It seemed like every nerve ending in her bottom was firing and made a direct connection to her dewy pussy which naturally led to increased liveliness in the sex that followed. He wasn’t all that excited by the actual spanking, but the way it turned her on was enough to have him continue.Her desires escalated rapidly and the third time on her bare bottom was when she realized she was hooked, no longer satisfied with conventional sex; needing the extra stimulus that a stinging butt provided. He wasn’t all that thrilled with the increasing length and severity of the spankings she needed, but as her appetite for sex increased along with it, he went along.On what would be their last night together, she pulled a heavy, wooden hairbrush from her handbag after the first fifty or so spanks with his hand and insisted that he ‘beat her bottom’ with it, which he reluctantly did. Thinking he might cure her of this kinky desire, he really let her have it but good, smacking the gorgeous bottom in his lap until he could see bruises starting to form, but his plan backfired as some demon in her was released for the physically demanding and exhausting sex that followed.It turned out to be a fortunate/unfortunate story for her. Unfortunately, despite having had the best sex he had ever experienced, he had had enough of being almost frightened at this need she’d developed and broke up with her the following day. Fortunately, she now knew what she wanted and needed, and dealt with the loss of her boyfriend by admiring the purplish/blue bruises in the mirror.Almost weekly she’d see a man checking Denizli Escort out hairbrushes, which would immediately grab her attention, and as they avoided busy times, she was often free to keep an eye on them. The telltale sign that they had no intention of brushing their hair with it was when they would tap it against their palm, sometimes rather forcefully. In fact, it was this unmistakable sound that often drew her attention to such a customer. Taking their time to try and find just the right type of brush gave her the time to see if they needed ‘any help with anything’.At least half the time they’d be embarrassed by her attention, quietly say ‘no’ and run off to some other part of the store trying to make it look like that wasn’t the only thing they were there for, but just as often these same men would leave the store a bit later having purchased nothing.The ones she enjoyed were those that weren’t trying to hide what they were after and with a little friendly prodding would admit the brush was needed to smack the bottom of someone in much need of a good spanking, which often as not was themself. Regardless of who was to be the recipient of his hairbrush purchase, the open conversation about spanking always got her panties quite wet, and for hours afterward, she’d be clenching her cheeks as though anticipating the next swat from the brush.She’d walk up as they took one brush after another off the hooks and tapped their hand with it, testing the sound of it as much as the feel. Wielded properly almost any hairbrush can be an effective spanking tool, though there are several elements that make one better than another depending on your tastes, and she would try to help them sort out those needs to get the best hairbrush for their personal desires, all the while her own desires dripping into her panties.It was late one evening when an attractive man, in his late twenties or early thirties, walked in and walking directly up to Bailey at the cash register asked where the hairbrushes were. She pointed and gave him the aisle number, got a friendly ‘Thank you’ and off he went. She was immediately intrigued as most guys didn’t want to call anyone’s attention in so open a manner to what they were looking for but resisted the temptation to run over and try to help him too soon.Hearing various popping sounds, the obvious – to her – sound of a plastic brush with a mostly hollow body, she decided to see if she could help and went into the aisle with a friendly smile.“Do you need any help with your selection?”“Um … it’s kind of personal,” he said just a bit shyly, but not running out of the store either.“Okay, but I think I know what you’re planning to use this brush for,” she said with a sincere look. Stroking her hand across her left cheek, she added, “… and having personal experience in that area, I think I could be helpful.”He looked just a little embarrassed and wasn’t sure what to say or how to react to her forward statement and though aroused at her gesture, he still wasn’t sure if she really knew what he was looking for.“Let’s start with a simple question. Do you want it to be playful or painful?” she asked with an impish smile and both hands quickly stroking her bottom as though anticipating the spanking herself.“Painful, I think,” he replied still hesitant, “But all these don’t …”“Yeah, the plastic brushes will take a lot more effort to provide a good … sting, and they don’t sound very threatening, do they?” He loosened up a bit, knowing now they were in fact on the same page.“I was looking for a wooden one, kind of like this but thicker? Heavier?” he said pointing to the one wooden brush among all the plastic ones.She perked up noticeably, suspecting he had some experience as well; just the kind of guy she’d been hoping would come looking for a good hairbrush and hoped she’d be able to put a plan she’d developed into action.“Good. They sound better too, don’t they?” she asked, finally getting a bashful smile from him.“I saw one in a … a video,” he said, not wanting to admit to having been the recipient of such a spanking. “She carried one around in her handbag … just in case, you know?”‘Sounds like it’s gonna be used on his bottom,’ she thought to herself but made up her mind to go for it anyway. The store carried only one hairbrush that she considered worthy of being used to spank a naughty bottom and they usually only had one in stock, so she kept it hidden to avoid it being purchased when she wasn’t there, unavailable for use as part of her plan.“We do have one brush like that, and I keep it right,” Denizli Escort Bayan she paused fishing around behind some boxes on an adjacent shelf, “… here!” She held the brush in her hand and smacked it against her hand fairly hard, the sound and the action startling him a bit, but also showing some intrigue in his face. All wood with stiff bristles, it was shaped somewhere between a rectangle and an oval, with a large, flat back.“This is the perfect brush for that naughty bottom,” she said seeing his interest visibly rise. “Three-quarters of an inch thick, solid oak, and a comfortable handle,” she said and smacked it against her palm again a little harder than before. “The edges are rounded to avoid the bruising that comes from a sharp edge and the weight will ensure it will be felt! … as soft or hard as you wish!”His interest was now unmistakable, but she really got him going when she reached back and gave her right cheek a good, hard smack with the brush just before handing it to him. He took it from her with a look that said he really wanted to get spanked. He looked it over taking note of the features she’d mentioned, smacked his own hand a few times, and then picking up the dangling price tag, looked disappointed.“Wow. A hundred bucks! That’s really expensive!”“It is, but I think you’ll find it’s worth it,” she said gauging his reaction and decided to enact the last part of her plan. “You see, this brush comes with an unusual warranty. Would you like to see it?” she asked and, getting a nod, went back to the front counter to retrieve something from her handbag and returned to him handing him the ‘warranty’ she had made up herself.“This company knows what people use their hairbrushes for,” she explained as he read. THE HERTZMORE BRUSH COMPANYThank you for considering one of our handmade hairbrushes. We know you have many choices of brushes for your special purpose, and our prices are considerably higher than conventional hairbrushes, but we believe you’ll agree that our unique warranty makes it worth your consideration.Our hairbrushes are made from the highest quality wood, both sanded and finished by hand to ensure maximum comfort for you as well as the recipient of its use. The heavier weight and shape of our brushes have been carefully designed to provide the impact you are both expecting.To give you the confidence you need to be comfortable with your purchase, we offer you the opportunity to try our brush with a trial and demonstration after which if you are not completely satisfied, the full purchase price will be refunded.After your purchase, the representative who provided this warranty will make an appointment with you for the sole purpose of providing a trial of the awesome capabilities of our brushes, both giving and receiving a real and complete demonstration of its amazing properties.We stand behind our products and in addition to our unique warranty, guarantee that at least the purchase will be painless!©Hertzmore Brush Company “Is this for real?” he asked clearly interested, but not believing.“Mm-hm,” she said with a devilish smile.“When could we … you know, do the demonstration?”“Tonight, if you like!” she said, her bottom begging for a beating and that squishy feeling in her panties.“Wow. When do you …”“I get off at ten. I could come straight to your home after,” she interrupted.“How long is the … demonstration?“You get at least an hour,” she said emphasizing ‘at least’ and hoping it would be longer. “Unless you don’t like the brush … and want to cut it short,” she added with a disappointed tone.“Not much chance of that,” he mumbled. “You’re sure?” he asked now in a full voice.“Oh yes!” she said her desire visibly on display again and her cheeks clenching in anticipation.“Okay. Let’s do it!” he said nervously and followed her back to the cash register.With a nervous smile, he handed the brush back to her and she scanned the barcode. It wasn’t really a hundred-dollar brush, it normally costs less than twenty dollars, but who would believe such a cheap brush would come with such a ‘warranty’, so Bailey had repurposed an old SKU and ‘Hertzmore Hairbrush w/extra warranty – $100’ came up on the cash register display. Smiling at her subterfuge she noticed he’d seen the display as well and shook his head still with an element of disbelief.“I’m Bailey,” she said pointing to her nametag. “… and I see your name is Justin?” she said looking at his credit card as she hit the key to finish the credit card transaction.“Yes, Justin. Nice to meet you, Bailey!” he replied with a nervous Escort Denizli smile.“Well, Justin, if you’ll give me your address, I’ll see you in a little over an hour.”She wrote down his address and mobile number and he left, seemingly happy. Now it was her turn to be nervous, realizing she was taking a significant risk going to the home of a person she’d just met, and not just for a cup of coffee, but it was what she was really going for that overpowered her fear. She resisted the temptation to satisfy the hunger between her legs both wanting the anticipation to build, but also knowing her manager was still in the store somewhere.Justin left with some apprehension as well, still not believing what had happened, and even more what was supposedly going to happen. He’d gone into the store only to buy a hairbrush initially to use on himself, hoping to satisfy a need created by a girlfriend who’d spanked him three times and dumped him, but if this were on the level, he wouldn’t be spanking himself tonight.The first time this girlfriend showed this dominant side, he thought he’d just be told what to do in bed, satisfying her needs first and he liked that idea, but then he’d made some silly mistake and was told he needed a spanking. Before he could even find the words to object, he found himself bare-assed and across her knees about to get spanked for the first time in his life. He managed one word, ‘Hey!’ before the spanking began, her hand hitting him all over his naked bottom at a brisk pace and ever-increasing intensity.Eventually, the shock of the situation wore off and he found himself enjoying both the intimacy; his bare mid-section laying across her equally bare and shapely thighs, with one arm around his waist holding him tightly in position, while the other rubbed his sore cheeks between flurries of spanks … and the submission; doing what he was told and paying the price for failure with a good old-fashioned spanking on his bare bottom.What really surprised him was when the pain started to feel pleasurable, a feeling he didn’t trust until he found he was genuinely disappointed when she stopped. It wasn’t exactly arousal he felt during the spanking, but he knew he liked it and wanted more, and the sex afterward was amazing, for him anyway.A few days later she decided he needed to be spanked again, and this time he participated quite willingly, with the same end result, but it was the third time that really cemented his interest in this submissive activity. Declaring that her hand wasn’t hurting him enough, she produced a hairbrush seemingly out of thin air and after showing it to him in a threatening manner proceeded to paddle him good and hard with an unknown, but large number of swats.The suddenly much more intense pain of the brush on his already-spanked bottom fixed his attention on the concentrated sting of each swat and though he squirmed, cried, and complained about it, he knew he wanted, no, needed this on a regular basis. He wanted to be told he’d been a bad boy and get spanked first and finished off with a good paddling from the hairbrush. He was completely hooked when with his punishment complete, he was made to worship her dripping wet pussy as she sat firmly on his face.She called about a week later and broke up with him for some bullshit reason, leaving him devastated; not because he liked her particularly much, but because he would sorely miss the intense spankings with hand and hairbrush. A few weeks later he read about self-spanking and found himself shopping for a hairbrush at the drug store.Time passed slowly for them both, but they got quite excited when she rang the doorbell of the small house he rented just a few blocks from the store.“Hi, Justin!”“Hi, Bailey! Come in,” he said as he stepped aside to let her pass and followed her into the small living room into which the front door opened. “Would you like something to drink? I’m afraid I only have beer and wine.”“A glass of white wine would be nice,” she replied sitting on the sofa. She smiled and squirmed a bit when noticing the chair in the middle of the room with the brush on the floor beside it.“Here you go,” he said returning with two glasses of wine, placing his on the coffee table. “I can’t believe we’re really doing this!? Are you really gonna spank me? … with the brush?”“We’re both going to get spanked, Justin,” she corrected to his surprise.“Really? You want me … to spank you too?” he said his nervousness returning.“Well, it is part of the demonstration of the brush; ‘both giving and receiving a real and complete demonstration’,” she said a little concerned that she might not get what she wanted most out of this game. “… and I think I should get spanked first so you know this is all on the level.”“Okay,” he said with a small smile that put her mind at ease. “I … like you, Bailey. You’ve been very nice and … and honest with me.”
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