SWEETIES IN THEIR KNICKERS

BY ZOOCH

It was break time at school and the three girls were loitering in the cloakrooms even though they were supposed to be outside the school buildings. Mandy was keeping a lookout, just in case one of the class teachers came wandering by. Mandy was thin and wiry and always seemed to be growing so that her poor mother had to keep buying her new school clothes, her school dress was still too short as Mandy’s mother was hoping that it would last a few more months until the end of the school year.

“I´m telling you it’s a piece of cake. We do it at least once a week don’t we Mandy?” says Hannah offering a sherbet dip to Emily. Hannah was a tall, long haired blond girl, athletically built, and very popular with the other girls in the school including some in the top year which was unusual as there wasn’t much intermingling between years.

“Yeah, Saves buyin’ ‘em. And, besides, you can always sell a few to your mates,” says Mandy.

“Well, I wouldn’t. That’s all I can say. Besides, my mum gives me money for sweets every week, more if I ask,” Emily shook her head. Her long dark hair was held in place by a red alice band and her lively young face was a mass of freckles

“Cripes, here comes old moaner Morgan, we’d better grab our coats and get outside” says Mandy and, heedful of the warning the other two girls grab their coats and all three head down the corridor towards the double doors and the playground outside.

So, at the outset it looked as though the girls were at an impasse. Emily was in fact a fine, well-brought up young girl who would never do any wrong of her own volition and only ever got into trouble if she was led there by her often dubious friends.

Ted was sinking a pint in the local pub with his friend, Ron Baker. They were in the corner and The Old Donkey was reasonably deserted so they could talk about their favourite subject without fear of being overheard by nosy-parker neighbours.

“These are the prints that Derek gave me yesterday,” said Ron handing over a large envelope to Ted. “Bloody amazing! The detail on them is incredible, and all in colour too. You want to see the ones with Susan showing off her twat.”

Ted did indeed want to see the ones with Susan showing off her twat. After all, he had been there when the pictures were taken. Ted took the packet and opened it. He began leafing through the pictures one by one. Yes, they were certainly excellent quality photographs. Before three or four prints had been examined and passed back to Ron, Ted found it necessary to rearrange his trousers to make himself more comfortable.

“I really want to be there when Derek tells her that she’ll have to do some more,” said Ron “just to keep them secret. After all, she wouldn’t want Mummy and Daddy to see them, or the headmaster would she? It would be a very good time to introduce young Susan to the gentle art of sucking gentlemen’s cocks. Derek says he’s going to try picking her up after school in a couple of weeks. That way she’ll still be wearing her school uniform.”

Ted decided it was time to go off to the Gents in order to relieve himself.

A few pints later and more stimulating conversation about their shared interest both men left to go home to Ron’s. Not only did Ron have a nice collection of photographs, some of which Ted hadn’t seen before, but he also had a new video that they could watch together. They may be only pictures but they were the next best thing when the next encounter might be weeks away.

Ted Granger was a bachelor in his late fifties, portly and with grey distinguished hair and a ready smile. He had taken early retirement from the Civil Service. He was, in his own words “a smart cookie”, but had decided that even his intellectual skills wouldn’t propel him to being an Assistant Under Secretary, so he had decided to quit while he was ahead and enjoy the rest of his life in full. Being a career man had meant, in Ted’s case, that he had missed out on marriage, besides, there was also the problem of finding someone who would understand his little foibles, certain peccadilloes that had been with him since early adolescence and that had grown stronger with advancing years.

His salary had been substantial and with accumulated savings and a lump sum at early retirement he decided to go into business running a sweet shop. Ted was skeptical about the profits but considered the other advantages it might have. Two weeks after his office leaving do he spent several days visiting towns, researching, and at last found a suitable location half a mile down the road from a local school and three months later he was in business.

While out in the park one day he had met Ron, a lanky fellow with untidy black hair, an old black velvet jacket and glasses. Ted noticed him paying too much attention to a group of young girls on the swings and being that way inclined himself he went over and struck up a conversation. They soon became firm friends with a common interest and Ron introduced him to other members of a private little clique to which he belonged.

It was in fact several weeks after their drink at The Old Donkey before something turned up. It was a Friday afternoon in late March, at the end of the week when Hannah had convinced the weak willed Emily to “join the gang” and be part of their numerous adventures, that the two girls wandered into Granger's newsagents on the way home from school.

There was no-one in the front of the shop, although Granger was diligently watching on the monitor in the back room. The shop had been losing some of its stock, confectionary mainly, since it had started up, a feature about which Ted had been warned by Mr. Patel the previous owner. “Schoolchildren these days” said Mr. Patel grudgingly, in his discussions with Ted, “but what can you do, eh?” Ted knew exactly what he would do.

In the front of the shop, Hannah made hay while the sun was shining. She grabbed some Mars bars and Kit-Kats from the display and, turning towards Emily so her hands were hidden from sight Hannah slipped a hand up her dress, tugged at the waistband of her white cotton knickers and, bingo! the booty was dropped inside.

Emily's heart was beating faster. Really she didn't have the courage of her more adventurous friend. Supposing they were caught. Emily just wanted to go while the coast was clear. But Hannah had already picked up another couple of Mars bars and had stuffed them down her knickers. She motioned for Emily to take something as well.

Furtively Emily looked around and picked up a handful of lollipops. She slid her hand up her dress and soon the lollies were tucked safely away. Several other handfuls of confectionery joined them and soon Emily’s knickers were bulging nearly as much as Hannah’s. All of this was being closely watched by Ted on the recently installed closed circuit television monitor. Finally he decided that it was time for some action.

“Hello girls, can I help you?” came Granger's voice as he emerged from the back of the shop. Both girls were startled but tried to look composed. Emily would have said no and walked from the shop, but Hannah, being wiser, decided it would be better to buy something and try to look like ordinary customers.

“I'll have this sherbet dip please,” she said and put her hand in her pocket and fished out a fifty pence coin meaning to pay for the sherbet dip that she was holding.

“That's not all you've got is it girls?” said Ted Granger, his voice sounded convincingly harsh. More to the point he was busy locking the door to the shop and putting the 'Closed' sign into the window. Emily felt her legs shaking and wanted to burst into tears.

Ted stood there silently. Neither girl said anything. Hannah forgot about her sherbet dip and returned the fifty pence coin to her pocket. “We want to go,” she said, “let us out.”

“You'll go when I say so, young lady. Into the back of the shop, he both of you, otherwise we'll let the police handle this one.”

Both girls trudged resolutely through the open door into the spacious room at the back of the shop. Before Ted can follow there appeared the familiar face of Ron outside the main shop door and Ted took a few moments to let him into the shop. Ted locked up again and then the men followed the two girls and Ted closed the door to the back room.

“Well Ted,” said Ron when they are all in the back room and the door was closed, “it looks like you’ve quite got your hands full here. Do you want me to lend a hand,” he added grinning.

“No laughing matter,” replied Ted dryly, “I’ve got a couple of wayward young girls here who need dealing with.”

“O.K. I’ll sit here for a while and let you get on with it,” said Ron pulling up a chair.

“Okay, what are your names girls?” asks Ted, turning to the very worried looking pair of girls.

“Emily' said Emily. “Hannah” said her friend.

“And what have you taken from the shop?” continued Ted.

“Nothin”“ said Hannah, trying to sound indignant.

“Right, up on these chairs both of you.” barked Ted. Pulling out two wooden chairs from under the large wooden table that stood in the centre of the back room. It was an order. Both girls knew they were in trouble and straight away each girl climbed up onto a chair. Ron sat there smiling quite content to watch the show.

“Hands on your head,” ordered Ted.

Emily looked at Hannah without saying anything. Her look was questioning. As if in reply Hannah raised her hands and then rested them on her head. Emily did likewise.

“Now are you going to tell me what you've got?” asked Ted again.

Neither girl said anything. With their hands on their heads, the slight bulges in their dresses gave away the fact that they were hiding something. But Ted didn't need the tell tale signs, he had seen them do the stealing.

Ted put his hand up Hannah´s dress and gave a tug at her knicker elastic and two Mars bars fell down onto the floor.

“Well, well, what have we here?” he said in a tone of mock horror.

“And how about you my lovely,” he was talking directly to Emily up on the next chair. “What have your light little fingers been picking up. He prodded the bulge underneath Emily's dress.

Emily began to blub and shuffled nervously from foot to foot.

"And what have you got hidden underneath here?” said Ted, and he began to slowly unbutton Emily's dress, beginning with the bottom button. He continued unbuttoning until her dress was completely undone. Underneath Emily was wearing her white cotton vest and knickers. Two lollipop sticks were protruding rather comically from the elastic of one leg of her knickers, making any denial of further misdemeanors pointless.

“I think you've put other sweets down your knickers as well, isn't that so?” Ted asked, knowing full well that the answer was yes, since he had seen it on the video monitor. He waited for an answer from the girls.

“Yes,” confirmed Emily in a hushed voice, the flow of tears having subsided.

“Well then, we'd better have a look, hadn't we,” and slowly, very deliberately, with both hands he took hold of the elastic at the top of Emily's knickers and, pulling it out sufficiently, he peered down inside.

Having had a good look he allowed Emily´s knicker elastic to snap back into place. He then pulled her vest right up, showing off her small strawberry tipped nipples. Emily didn't complain. She was sure she was going to be sent to the police and maybe have to go to court. Perhaps prison.

“And what about you, Miss - I suppose that you've got half the sweet shop tucked away as well.” Asked Ted. As he finished saying this, he pulled up Hannah's green dress revealing her bulging white cotton knickers. Hannah blushed.

“Can we get down now,” ventured Hannah, in an uncertain voice.

“You're a pair of thieves” says Granger in a harsh tone, “I’ve got it all captured on video.”

“No we’re not thieves” says Emily,” but she's close to tears again.

“Take your knickers down” says Ted. Emily hesitates.

“Take your knickers down now,” says Granger addressing himself to both girls. “It's that or we phone the police straight away.”

Soon both girls are left standing there on their respective chairs with their knickers down around their ankles, showing off their bare, hairless fannies, the slit of each girl being quite distinctive.

“Oh very nice,” says Ron, “I think we better have some photos of this. Just for the record, and for the next ten minutes he snaps away with his camera. Long shots and close-ups, shots from the back, shots from the front. Shots with the girls bending over and pulling their fanny-lips apart.

Emily tries objecting but all she gets for her trouble is a spanking. The spanking itself is bad enough, her parents have never punished her by anything more severe than sending her to her room, but Ron has her nude, over his knee for a thorough bum warming and while one hand whacks down on her bare bum cheeks the other is feeling her fanny and rubbing her clit Soon Emily is crying but Ron keeps spanking her and wanking her and eventually the tears subside and her cries of pain give way to cries and gasps of another sort as Ron brings her to orgasm.

Emily is a lot more compliant after that and when Ron tells her to lay on the floor and spread her legs she obeys instantly. She wanks herself too on command although she doesn’t have to go all the way this time. Ron seems content once he has finished taking some compromising pictures.

“How about a game to finish off with girls?” says Ron, “Then I think that Mr. Granger and myself might just consider that you’ve learned your lesson and let you go. Until of course, you are naughty again and have to come back for some more.” Emily silently resolves that she isn’t going to be naughty ever again. But then again, resolutions are easier to make than to keep as her friend Hannah could well testify.

Ron’s game involves rope. It also involves the girls putting their knickers on again although nothing else. They have to lie on the floor head to toe, or more precisely head to fanny. Lengths and lengths of rope are coiled around their torsos so that they are joined together as one.

“Well, first of all, as further punishment, I think that we had better ensure that you girls are both going home wearing wet and sticky knickers. Just as a reminder as to what happens to dirty little sluts when they misbehave. I want you both to rub the other girls knicker gusset right into her fanny, keep rubbing her slit until her knickers are all wet and juicy. Any girl whose knickers are not thoroughly soaked through after ten minutes will get a spanking.”

Both girls do as they are told. Their knickers become absolutely soaked. And while neither girl gets a spanking, each is completely surprised, and somewhat ashamed, as to how wet she becomes.

The ten minutes being up, Ron has them enter into the next phase of his game. Each girl’s wrist is now tied to the other girl’s thighs. One wrist to each thigh.

“Now, I want you each to lick the other girl’s fanny When the other girl comes, you just have to keep on licking. Keep on licking and make her come again.”

And both Ron and Ted pull the gussets of the girls’ knickers to one side to allow their at first reluctant little tongues to get to work on the clit of their companion.

It isn’t long before they have Hannah approaching her climax. She has to be slapped on the legs to remind her to keep on licking at Emily´s fanny. She does for a while but soon her body is convulsing strongly, pulling tight against the ropes that bind her. She is allowed only a few seconds rest until both girls are coaxed into further mutual fanny licking. Soon Emily is climaxing and groaning and gasping. Then Hannah. Then Emily again.

It isn’t only the girls who are surprised by the number of orgasms they manage, but both Ron and Ted are pleasantly surprised as well. But when you are a horny, albeit somewhat reluctant, little slut you are always ready and up for it and can orgasm again and again.

A look at the clock shows that time has ticked on relentlessly and while our pair of dirty-minded manipulators would be keen to have Emily and Hannah there as playthings for the rest of the afternoon, evening and night, they realize that they had better set them free before the girls lateness and inability to explain it away brings them unwelcome attention. Therefore, with a certain amount of sadness, Ted unties the girls and they usher them away to the bathroom to clean up. Once dressed the girls look prim and proper again. As a parting shot Ted grabs the eight bars of confectionery that have until then lain forgotten on the floor and shoves four bars down inside each girls knickers.

Ted and Ron watch from the door as Hannah and Emily wander off down the street.

“Come again next week girls!” they call out after them. Hannah and Emily don’t look back.