by Marie LeClare
Harrods Department store, probably the most prestigious store in England, if not the world, was hiring, so I had heard, but I was not there for a job.
I was having problems with them accepting my American credit card so I was looking for customer service on the third floor.
Jobs had become very difficult to get and I had heard that it was not rare for female employers to take advantage of interviewees.
I happened to pass by this office, with the door not completely closed, where an interview was taking place with a girl that couldn’t be a day over 16. The interview was going well, and the young girl was desperate for the job and all seemed fine until Ms. Magee smiled and said, “you seem an ideal candidate. Are you aware that sometimes employers decide between candidates on the basis of their willingness to cooperate in, what shall we say, perks”.
With that my ears perked up.
“Yes” she replied.
“And do you want this job enough to consider providing such perks”.
“Well yes she said depending on what they are”.
“To get this job you would have to be amenable to doing anything asked of you, we have hundreds of applicants”.
“I see she said, and I am prepared to assist in any way”.
“Right, come with me and we’ll try you out” she said smiling, “we’ll go somewhere quiet”.
I knew something was going to happen so I followed them out of her office, at a safe distance, without them seeing me, and up some stairs. We went through an old storeroom containing paperwork records and eventually into a large room beyond.
The room was dusty and cluttered with old chairs and display cabinets. There were numerous old advertising boards and discarded office equipment, the windows looking onto other rooms hadn’t been cleaned in months, or maybe years. They picked they’re way through the clutter and Ms. Magee stopped at a slightly clearer area.
“This will do,” she said, smiling. I watched from my hiding place, as she dusted off an old chair and placed it in the middle of the space.
“I am looking for someone who is prepared to be spanked, I like to spank, extensively and often.”
This really got my interest, as I love spanking. “You will have to be prepared to oblige me at any time and anywhere I say. Also I should warn you that I like spanking and caning very hard. In return I will make sure your job is very easy, I wouldn’t want you to be too tired”, said Ms. Magee.
The girl nodded in answer to the questioning look.
“Okay then, bend over this chair”.
As the girl bent over the chair Ms. Magee said, “Right over, she said, hold on to the bottom of the back legs”.
The girl draped myself further over the chair and grasped the legs.
“Right I will give you a good spanking followed by a thrashing with the cane to give you an idea of what you will have to tolerate.
I couldn’t help myself, I was getting moist watching this scene unfold.
“If you manage to make it to the end, the job is yours, if you accept the conditions. I will warm you up to start with a good hand spanking,” said Ms. Magee.
With that she raised her hand and sent it crashing onto the girl. You could see the skin burning immediately. She began spanking hard and fast, with each blow from her hand the girl was propelled forward and had to hang on to the chair.
Twenty, thirty, I thought she would never stop but eventually she rested.
“Stay there she said while I recover some stamina”.
The girl waited, bent over the chair.
“Right let’s get down to the more serious stuff,” Ms. Magee said smiling. “A further twenty to warm up again and then well we shall see”.
She began her assault on the girls flesh again with renewed vigor. Twenty times her hand connected with the girls skin looking like fire every time. The twenty finished, she stood back and the girl waited for her instructions.
“You are managing quite well so far,” she said smiling, “however we will now continue with you undressed. Strip off”.
The girl hesitated but that look again told her she had no choice, she removed the last of her clothes and stood before Ms. Magee in the nude, who looked at her up and down with a look of anticipation. She could not suppress a smile as she said: “Resume your position over the chair.”
I could feel my pussy leaking as I watched from my hiding place, and stuck my hand in my pants to rub my swollen cunt.
“This will hurt rather more now with no clothes to protect you. I am going to enjoy this and give you a good spanking”, said Ms. Magee.
She spanked away for five minutes and then went off to get something. She returned carrying an old wooden hairbrush with an evil smile on her face. She began thrashing the girl with the brush, who writhed and wriggled but her unerring aim always found its target leaving her bruised and sore. After ten minutes of this she said: “Kneel in front of me.”
As the girl kneeled in front of her, Ms. Magee said, as she hiked up her skirt: “You are going to satisfy me.”
Just then I let out a moan, a squeak rather, and Ms. Magee screamed: “Who’s there, come out this instant!” as she rushed over to where I was hiding.
Trying to get my hand out of my pants quickly, she caught me and dragged me over to where the girl was kneeling.
“So it gets you excited watching does it, we’ll see if you enjoy the whipping.”
She had me strip, which I did without complaint, and at her direction I kneeled in front of her.
As I glanced at the young girl next to me I could clearly see that she was excited too. Her beautiful nipples stood erect, and she was kind of flushed. She had the look of a wanton animal.
From out of nowhere it seemed Ms. Magee produced the ugliest whip I had ever seen. I shuddered with fear but I was too excited to care. My pussy was leaking and I knew that it showed.
She had us side by side and started whipping us. The kiss of the whip was almost unbearable but soon changed from pain to pleasure.
The young girl reached out to touch my breast, and as her fingers touched my nipple I could feel it stiffen as hard as a rock.
As Ms. Magee watched us she grabbed me by the hair and pulled my face to her pussy.
“Eat me, bitch!” she commanded.
As my tongue licked her delicate folds I could feel the young girls hands caressing my ass. Dragging her fingers along the crack of my ass until finally she toyed with my sopping wet pussy.
As the girl put two fingers deep in my pussy, Ms. Magee started flogging her. The harder she whipped the girl the harder and faster the girl finger fucked me. My tongue was probing the pussy walls in front of me, and as I swirled my tongue over her clit I could tell she was on the edge of cumming, and so was I.
It happened in an instant or so it seemed. With a grunt Ms. Magee rewarded me with a mouthful of girl honey. As she gushed into my mouth, she screamed, “Yes!!”
With her hips still bucking, I then switched my attention to the girl, and put her on her back with me kneeling between her legs. I lifted her ass to my knees, and with one hand held myself open, my other hand holding her pussy open. So our clits could kiss.
Lowering my pussy to hers, I whispered “I’m going to clit fuck you,” to which she whispered back in agreement, “Yes!”
Grinding our clits together. I’d grind in a little circle, my hips moving like a machine. I was trying so hard for my clit to enter her hot pussy. Our moans were coming together and she’d lift her ass up to match my rhythm. I could feel the tingle building and knew it wouldn’t be long.
As in a flash, she gasped and moaned, and moments later I screamed, “Oh God I’m cumming.”
As our honey mixed I lowered my face to hers and licked her face before I kissed her.
It was quite an experience that I had in London. One I will never forget.