Britain 2028: Part Two

 Laura took off her overcoat and folded it neatly.

The drab official uniform was intended to make her as unattractive as possible. It only partially succeeded.

Reg scowled.

“Don’t be silly girl, you really don’t want to make me angry this early on in the proceedings. I said a proper look.”

She quickly took the hint, unzipping the skirt at the back and letting it slide down her shapely legs. She bent over to pick it up allowing Reg a good view of the curve of her hips and bottom.

She was wearing drab white regulation knickers. Of course she was, Reg thought, she wouldn’t have dared wear anything else; he was still a little disappointed nevertheless.

The blouse was next. It had done a good job concealing them because, once removed, it was clear that she had very large breasts. The plain white bra was clearly struggling a little to support them.

Reg gestured for her to take off the bra. Yes, they were large but surprisingly firm, topped with dark nipples that stuck out defiantly.

The underwear was not enticing enough to leave on, even for a short time. It was no big deal, he had an assortment of more appealing items ready for her. Another nod of his head and she took off the plain white knickers.

She neatly folded her clothing and placed it on the coffee table.

The beautiful young woman stood almost completely naked except for her stockings and pumps. She had never been naked in front of a man before, other than her doctor and Reg would certainly not have been her choice for the first man to see her this way. Her hands nervously floated at the front of her legs. She desperately wanted to cover up her pubic mound but as her hands got close an angry glare from him deterred her. He had given her no instructions so she did not know whether he had wanted it shaven. She settled instead for neatly trimming it and not a dark brown hair looked out of place. Fortunately for her, this was exactly as he preferred it.

“That’s better” he said. “Now we can get properly acquainted”

Terror shot through as she drew the obvious implications.

“Please God no!” she whispered silently to herself.

If he had this in mind, he was not showing it.

“Your task while you are here is to make my life easier. If this is to work you need to follow some basic rules. If it does not work out you know where you will end up.”

The rules in question were anything but basic.

She was not to leave the house unaccompanied unless it was on his express instruction. Similarly she could not have visitors especially meant male visitors. This specification was not strictly necessary, since the regime already had strict regulations about marriageable age women being alone with men.

“I realise that this could be a little frustrating for a young woman like you with all those hormones coursing round her body. But don’t worry your pretty little head about it. I have come up with a little solution”

Laura was under no illusions about what that solution was.

When she bathed or went to the toilet she would have to leave the door unlocked at all times. He pretended this was intended to prevent a fire or falling hazard but she knew very well why he insisted upon this.

“As required I have provided you with a bedroom of your own. It’s rather basic but adequate to purpose. You will not get much time to sleep. The door will only be lockable from the outside, once again to prevent fire hazards”

Laura’s heart sank.

“If you violate any of these rules, you will be punished severely. Do you understand?”

Laura nodded.

“If I give you an instruction and you fail to follow it or you fail to do so to my standards, you will be punished severely. Do you understand?”

Laura once again nodded.

“If I detect any hint of willfulness or insubordination, even in your tone or manner, you will be punished severely. Do you understand?”

Laura indicated that she did.

“Very well then, I just need you to sign this form”

The form was all part of the elaborate pretext under which the NDAS operated. In signing the extremely lengthy form the girl surrendered the few rights that still remained to her.

Laura’s large boobs swayed when she leaned over the table to sign the form. Reg watched this intently. He pictured them in his mind’s eye bouncing uncomfortably as she performed some exercise.

Then Laura gasped as she felt the unfamiliar sensation of clammy male hands on her body. Like most young women, she had fantasied about being touched by a man but needless to say it felt nothing like this. They roamed over her belly and hips as she felt the warmth of his breath on her shoulders. Soon they were at the tops of her thighs, getting perilously close to her pussy. They brushed her mound briefly before travelling upwards to find her breasts.

She had very mixed feelings about her tits. Ever since it became clear that she would have large ones they had been a source of male attention, some of it welcome, most of it less so. They were the object of stares and lewd comments. In earlier times she may have been able to leverage some of that attention to her advantage, all the while denying that she was doing so and expressing outrage at being ‘objectified’-as the jargon of the day had it. Now, living under a regime whose modus vivendi was the abolition of feminine power, they were merely a source of annoyance. Besides they were often a source of discomfort which they certainly were now, as Reg artlessly mauled them. A man who has never had sex without paying, has never had to learn the art of pleasing a woman. Any attention he pays to her body is about his pleasure not hers and this was more than obvious at the moment. He seemed oblivious to Laura’s increasing discomfort as he squeezed her tits and tweaked and tugged at her nipples.

It was with some relief then when he desisted and turned his attention to her bottom. As the driver had suggested it was large, one might even say chubby, but round and shapely enough to remain pleasing to the view. Like her breasts, her bottom had been the source of considerable male attention, some of which even went beyond sleazy stares. She hated travelling on public transport when it was crowded, knowing full well that any complaint would meet official indifference. It was probably an accident or if it was not, she probably did something to provoke him they would say before telling her to fill out a form. At least then she had been fully clothed but now this seedy man’s hand was groping her bare bottom. As if this wasn’t bad enough, a chubby finger now intruded between her bottom cheeks and started teasing her anal bud.

What was happening at the back was bad but it was even worse at the front. His hand played with her pubic hair, tugging it a little too harshly, brushing past her clit and stroking her labia before she felt the sensation of his finger pressing at opening of her vagina.

“Just checking” he said with a laugh.

“Bloody lovely” Reg thought to himself as he inspected her “even better than I imagined. Got myself a right little hottie here, I have, and a virgin to boot.” Her body was every bit as firm and bouncy as he had hoped. The thought of taking her cherry was intoxicating. Then the training he had been given came back to him. It was really important to maintain composure, to allow no hint of how aroused or excited he might be feeling. The manual made clear that until a young female was completely dominated, it was dangerous to let one’s normal instincts get the better of one. That way certain dangers lay. “Young woman are as cunning as snakes” the book said.

His hand let go off her pussy and he gave her several sharp slaps on her backside.

“But we are not here to enjoy ourselves are we? We are here to turn you into proper wife material and that will take discipline.’

He dragged her over to the sofa and and attempted to haul her shapely young body over her lap. Unaware of what was happening, she feared the worst and her natural defence mechanisms kicked in. She started to struggle with him.

Reg found this surprisingly exciting. It awakened something hitherto dormant in him. Despite his age he found it relatively easy to subdue her. She only had her limited physical strength whereas he had an entire state backing him. In a few seconds she was securely positioned over his lap, her legs held firmly in place between his.

He had never felt anything quite like the sensation of spanking this full bodied young woman. His hand seemed to disappear in all the soft girlish flesh only to bounce back again. The room resounded to the sound of cracks and slaps and the girl’s gasps and groans. These sounds only got louder as he become more and more excited and she more distressed. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead. He stopped briefly to roll up his sleeve and looked with strange pleasure at his victim’s reddening bottom. The arousal this caused seemed to give him a surge of energy which translated into several more extremely hard slaps. Each of these were met with a grunt in response from Laura. Any resistance had evaporated. She slumped passively across his knees accepting each blow as it landed.

The pressure of her large tits against the side of his thighs was extremely arousing. Laura could clearly feel this arousal pressing into her tummy but as unpleasant and anxiety provoking as this was there was nothing she could do about it. It almost felt as if he was already fucking her.

Certainly the thought of doing so had occurred to Reg but he was mindful of the warning of his trainers. Girls would do just about anything to get out a well-deserved punishment and it was the man’s job to stay in complete control of the situation. If he allowed his libido to get the better of him now, before she was comprehensively chastised, this may lead her to believe that her charms had some sway over him. This would make his task that much more difficult over the long term.

Suddenly the spanking stopped but before Laura could feel any sense of relief, she felt herself tumbling of his lap and landed on the floor with a thump.

“Get up you stupid girl” he growled.

She noticed that he was unbuckling the thick leather belt he had been wearing. There was a sense of inevitability. No point fighting it. Better to just let him get on with and hope that it is over soon.

She stumbled to her feet. Her mind wandered a little. Where did he plan to do it to her? Would her first time be on the couch or over the table or somewhere else. It was not how she had imagined it. She had fantasised about a handsome and kind young man who would gently initiate. Instead, it would be like this.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she failed to notice that Reg remained fully clothed and that he had folded the belt in two to make an impromptu strap. The bulge at the front of his trouser remained ominously visible.

“Bend over and grab your ankles” he said.

She obeyed.

From the side on, she looked quite a sight. Her long brown hair hung forward, as did her big tits. As she started to sob in fear and trepidation they juddered appealingly.

From the rear, which was the angle from which Reg approached, she looked equally appealing. Her bubble butt glowed with the evidence of the spanking she had just received, shiny and enticing. The prospect of simply taking her then and there was almost too inviting but he steeled himself, raising the belt high above his shoulder...