The Little Blue Bikini

John had decamped from the office with his business partners, Mark and James, for the peace and quiet of his first floor warehouse flat, in essence, with his money, he’d bought the whole floor and built his apartment just how he wanted, so that, with less interruptions they could discuss their next upcoming project. Sitting in the lounge, a room that he also used as his office with a large mahogany desk in the corner, on comfortable couches with a pot of fresh coffee the discussions were progressing well until possibly after an hour or so he detected a lack of concentration, first from James then also from Mark, their eyes seemed to keep glancing towards the door then hurriedly back to him. What’s up guys he enquired? Err no nothing both quickly replied but another minute or two later their obvious distraction was evident again...come on out with it, he demanded. Umm err well your young girlfriend, partner what ever she is stumbled Mark, err she appears to be trying on her swim costumes in the mirror and err she seems to have forgotten to shut the bedroom door! This was so like his new girlfriend, a lovely young girl, Hannah, only two thirds of his age, she loved teasing him, making him jealous but maybe this time she’d gone one step too far. Swiftly John rose and leaving the lounge by the second door into the passage which also bore the bedroom door he appeared at their bedroom just as she swung round in front of the mirror in her latest, none to large, blue bikini. Grabbing her by the wrist, John pulled her out of the bedroom saying, if you’re so keen to show yourself off perhaps you should join us in the lounge, struggling to pull back she was no match for him as she ended up stood in front of the couches, with three pairs of eyes on her. Embarrassed and wishing she’d not been so stupid, she tried to cover herself, one arm across her small chest the other in front of her bikini pants. She could see how angry John was from his eyes, what did you think you were doing he demanded? Nothing John, she tried. Don’t lie to me he spat at her. I wasn’t honest, she tried tried to protest but denying it just made John more angry. You better admit it or it’ll be the worse for you, he advised. I wasn’t….. but he’d had enough, reaching for her he pulled her to him, dropped onto a settee and before she knew it she was spread across his knee, face down, rump up. The first spank hurt, she wasn’t expecting it, she didn’t know what she was expecting but it was so sudden she was caught completely by surprise, she squealed, then further smacks rained down on her small bottom, she felt herself starting to cry, how humiliating, to be punished with both Mark and James looking on, both had obvious bulges in their trousers and she could now feel John’s pressing in to her stomach. It ended almost as quickly as it had begun, stand up John commanded, slowly she pushed herself up and stood. I hope that’s taught you a lesson he said.
She didn’t mean to smile, it was just something that her dad would have said but he obviously mistook the smile for defiance, I see that’s how it is, is it?
He was on his feet in a split second, James, Mark give me a hand here, both were rather too keen to help whatever needed doing, take an arm each bring her over here he said heading for his desk. They quickly did as he said, bend her over my desk, round the other side and take an arm each, hold her down.. now she was both excited and frightened, what was he going to do to her next? She heard the metallic tinkle of his belt as he unbuckled it, the swish as he pulled from the loops of trousers, hold her still he told the other guys as he raised his arm and brought the belt down six times, pausing between each one to run his hand slowly across her buttocks, feeling the heat coming through the thin material. This is getting in the way he growled as he pulled the bikini pants down her legs and off, now hold still he told her as he brought the belt down another four times.
She started from the first stroke, feeling pain and humiliation but as he had continued she actually started to enjoy the sensation, she started to feel hot, horny and sexy, the pain replaced by pleasure, who’d have thought she mused to herself as she felt him stood behind her. John ran a hand between her legs, god how wet the little minx was, he heard her moan as he did, he slipped a finger in then two, she groaned, oh god please she whimpered. Please what he asked? Please fuck me, fuck me now, I want you all to fuck me. There was silence for all of two seconds, then the sound of buttons being torn open, zips coming down, boxers being removed as first one cock sank into her, followed by another in her mouth, she reached out with her hand and made contact with the third as she wrapped her hand around it and stroked it back and forth. That afternoon all three of them took her in different positions until they were all spent. What a good little sub Hannah has turned out to be John mused later as they all lounged exhausted on the couches, so much for fewer interruptions he chuckled to himself as they all drifted off to sleep.