Pyjama Performance

From Blushes 86

Pretty chestnut-haired Vivien Wilmott is standing in her pyjamas in front of the fireplace in Mr Varley’s sitting room. Vivien is quite a tall girl for her 17 years and well filled out as the rather tight pink-flowered pyjamas clearly reveal. That is, she has largish but firmly thrusting boobs and a ripely-rounded bottom. Also too the front of the tight-stretched pyjama bottoms reveal the solid swell of a mature pubic mound. And briefly Vivien’s hand moves here, to her pussy, to give it a quick little rub before returning behind her back to where her hands are supposed to be as she stands here in front of the nice warm fire. Standing erect, more or less at attention, but with her hands lightly clasped behind her back.

That is how Mr Varley wants her waiting for him now, after supper and before it is time for bed. He explained this yesterday and showed Vivien what he wanted, exactly how he wanted her. Yesterday was her first day here in his pleasant house on the edge of this attractive little seaside town. Yesterday evening was Vivien’s first time, for what it seems is to be a regular evening ritual. In this cosy room with its stuffed easy chairs and sofa, its rather ornate marble fireplace and the attractive landscape pictures on the walls. And the cosy fire of course. There is a fire because it is still only April. It is the Easter break from school.

Vivien spent the actual Easter weekend at home, and then yesterday, Tuesday, she was on the train. Arriving here in the afternoon. Thinking of her boyfriend Robert, that was primarily what caused Vivien to give that quick flick to her pussy. She has not seen him for more than 24 hours now of course and any thought of him is naturally arousing. Robert and his thing that always seems to be stiff when he is with Vivien. But she won’t be seeing anything of that stiff thing now for 10 more days, which is the time she is going to be here with Mr Varley. That is a pretty dismal prospect. Except that being here at the seaside means there is always the possibility of seeing someone else, some other boy on holiday. Not that Vivien has any interest in other boys, not like that. But just perhaps to talk to? If Mr Varley lets her go out on her own, into the town and along the front where you might expect to meet boys on holiday.

Is he going to let her do that? She will have to be awfully well-behaved and agree to everything he wants. But Vivien’s mother has told her she must do that anyway. Because Vivien is here to get some disciplinary training, in addition to tuition in one or two areas.

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Gentleman with pleasant residence next the sea (South Coast) will take in girls (16 to 18) needing tuition (various subjects). Firm discipline a feature.

That was the advert in the magazine which Vivien’s mother Deborah Wilmott had seen. ‘That could be just the thing Martin,’ she had pointed out to her husband. Because Vivien’s parents were hoping to go on a trip, the German Rhineland, after Easter but it wasn’t convenient for Vivien because she did need to prepare for her exams. Vivien would have liked to go on the German trip. She would also have liked, perhaps best of all, to stay home by herself. Or in fact not actually by herself but with Robert. Robert with that big stiff thing that he was keen to put into her. The act of sexual intercourse.

Vivien at 17 was of course old enough to engage in sexual intercourse and Louise her best friend did already, with her boyfriend Simon, even though just about everyone, their mothers especially, told you you shouldn’t at 17. Louise said it was really super and Vivien really should start, which of course was what Robert said as well. But Vivien hadn’t agreed to it yet although she didn’t doubt it was as good as Vivien claimed. Her parents she knew did it pretty regularly, Vivien could sometimes hear them at it in bed at night, and hear her mother’s half-stifled little squeals of pleasure. Vivien’s mother was very attractive, an older version of Vivien herself. She was 38 Vivien knew and although that might seem old when you were 17 it clearly wasn’t too old to want to have sexual intercourse a lot. Vivien imagined her parents would be doing it all the time on this cruise, in the cabin of that boat or when they were ashore in their hotel room.

Robert had been particularly keen to do it the night before Vivien came here to Mr Varley’s place at the seaside. Complaining that he wouldn’t see her for almost two weeks, and saying that if she loved him she would do it just to show that she did. But Vivien hadn’t. She hadn’t gone any further than she normally would — which was to pump his thing in her cupped fist. Give him a wank if you wanted to put it crudely. Pump it until Robert’s creamy white stuff spurted out and she caught it in a handkerchief.

Mr Varley had asked Vivien that when he had her in here after supper yesterday in her pyjamas for that first time. Asking what she did with her boyfriend Robert. Telling her how she had to stand and wait for him, at attention with her hands behind her back. And then when he did come in he wanted to know various things. Including that. After he made her take her pyjama top off.

Mr Varley had stood in front of Vivien with his hands playing with her nude boobs as he asked those questions. Did they do it? Did they indulge in sexual intercourse? And then when Vivien shook her head, with her face flushing but mostly from what he was doing to her very sensitive tits, Mr Varley wanted to know what they did do. Did she play with his thing? Did she also let him get his hand at her sexual parts? Vivien had shaken her head again while blushing some more. But partly this time the blushing was because she was lying, because of course Vivien and Robert did do those things.

Had Mr Varley guessed that? He had seemed to take her denial with a rather sceptical look, while he continued to fondle her bare boobs.

‘Really? Hmm. In my experience, Vivien, girls of your age nowadays do quite a lot of that. When of course they are not going the whole way.’

She should have taken that opportunity to come clean. To say: Well actually we do… ah… do a little bit of it. But Vivien hadn’t. One reason was perhaps that as Mr Varley spoke one of his hands had come down to briefly cup her pussy through the thin pyjama bottoms. She had given a little yelp, and gone even redder and more flustered.

At that point Mr Varley sat down in the armchair and pulled Vivien’s pyjama bottoms down and pulled her over his lap. And then had given her bare bottom a good hard spanking. He hadn’t said but maybe the spanking was because he thought she was lying about what she and Robert did Although it could of course be simply part of the general disciplinary training that Vivien was going to get here on her stay with Mr Varley.

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Is she going to get that again tonight? Another spanking with her pyjama bottoms down? This question is of course in Vivien’s head as she stands waiting in front of the nice warm fire in Mr Varley’s sitting room. That thought is very much there, together with the thoughts of Robert and his big stiff thing that he is so desperate to put in her pussy. Another bare bottom spanking! It certainly hurt, Mr Varley really whacked his hand hard in onto the very sensitive flesh of Vivien’s bare bottom. It hurt — but it was also a bit of a turn-on. So that Vivien’s thoughts about it are equivocal as she stands at attention waiting for his arrival. Having her bottom spanked was a turn-on — and so of course was having Mr Varley’s hands playing with her nude boobs. Squeezing them, and working at her quite big nipples until they were sticking firmly out like fat rosy-pink thumbs.

Vivien has to take all of this uncomplainingly of course. Whatever Mr Varley thinks it is necessary to do to her during her stay with him. It is all in the interests of discipline, that’s the main factor. But there is also the fact that Vivien would like to be allowed out by herself. To saunter along the sea front, in the bright spring sunshine and with the sandy beach down below… and possibly meet some boy who is here on holiday. To be allowed to do that Vivien is aware that she must be on her very best behaviour. Do as well as she can in the tutorials with Mr Varley, but also be uncomplaining and cooperative in the after-supper sessions when he wants to see her in her pyjamas. (Or of course not in her pyjamas, when he has told her to take the top off, and then has himself pulled the pyjama bottoms right down.)

Yes. And another thing Vivien has thought of is… that Mr Varley is about the same age as her parents. And… she knows her parents like to do it a lot. The act of sexual intercourse. So what about Mr Varley? But Mr Varley is not married. He just has Mr and Mrs Minter to look after him and this quite big house. Mr Gordon Minter who is gardener and chauffeur and Mrs Anthea Minter who is the housekeeper. Anthea Minter is attractive, late twenties probably. Perhaps Mr Varley uses her when he feels the urge for sexual intercourse? Perhaps that is part of her duties. But the other possibility which has occurred to Vivien is… the girls who come to be tutored. And disciplined. Like herself. Is that possible? The thought of it sends a little shiver through Vivien, and she certainly has thought of it. Lying in bed awake last night for instance. In between thoughts of Robert and of course thoughts of the hard bare-bottom spanking she had had in the evening.

That thought is there now, darting in and out of Vivien’s head with all those other thoughts. Mr Varley will be here any moment now. He said five minutes. Vivien’s hand slips round and briefly rubs her pussy again, which is feeling a bit twitchy, and then she folds her arms behind her back again. Her pulse rate has increased a little bit. The tip of her tongue slips out to nervously moisten her full pink lips.

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‘Good. That’s good,’ Mr Varley says approvingly when shortly he does reappear. ‘We seem to be learning, Vivien. Perhaps you are a quick learner in some respects. Although maybe not in your English and French, eh?’

Those are the subjects he is tutoring Vivien in. Mr Varley has come to stand close behind her. Because he is very tall this means he brings a certain part of himself into contact with Vivien’s hands which are held together in the region of the small of her back. Through his trousers of course but definitely… that part of him. He presses it against her hands. His penis. It seems to be in at least a semi-aroused state. He has placed his own hands on Vivien’s shoulders. Then slides them down in front, to her big firm tits. Vivien gives a little gasp as his hands cup them. They are very sensitive of course. Especially the nipples. But there is also what is happening behind her. That thing against her hand. It is twitching, and definitely getting bigger. Stiffer.

Is Mr Varley going to take her pyjama top off again. And play with her boobs in the nude? And what is happening behind her… He didn’t stand like this yesterday. Although Mr Varley did have an erection when he had Vivien over his lap, for that spanking. She definitely felt it, pressing into her tummy. As now it is pressed into her hand. Vivien’s nipples are erect under Mr Varley’s fingers. Just like his penis. And the thought comes into Vivien’s head… that maybe she should take hold of it. Just move her hand slightly and close her fingers round it. That is maybe what Mr Varley would like. That is what he means by perhaps she is a quick learner in some respects.

And perhaps then she won’t get the cane! Because that is another thought that has been rolling around in Vivien’s head. The cane! The cane was mentioned when Mr Varley came to visit, three weeks ago. Just an afternoon visit, tea with Vivien’s mother and herself, to agree the arrangements. Mr Varley said then that it might be necessary for him to use the cane. It sometimes was, with some girls. And while Vivien had got very hot in the face at this awful suggestion, her mother had simply given a charming smile and said, ‘Whatever you think is advisable.’ Because her mother, Vivien was quite sure, was very taken with tall and rather good-looking Mr Varley. Vivien could see the way her mother looked at him. And therefore she was likely to say yes to anything, even such an unspeakable thing as giving her daughter the cane.

But before Vivien can make a decision to grasp the nettle — or more specifically Mr Varley’s stiff thing — he has moved away and is sitting down in the armchair, the one that seems to be his favourite. Telling Vivien to take her pyjama top off. And then slide the pyjama bottoms down. Because he is going to give her another spanking. Across his lap of course.

Maybe Vivien should have grasped it earlier! Maybe that is why she is going to get this spanking. Well, Mr Varley doesn’t say any other reason. But she isn’t going to ask, that might seem like she is trying to argue with his right to spank her. (Or cane her! No! Not that!) So… all she can do is meekly comply. Her hands pulling the top up over her head… and then tugging the trousers down.

Mr Varley’s hand snakes out to give the curling chestnut-brown nest of her pussy a brief stroke… and then he is pulling her down. Across his lap. And in seconds the spanking has started. Crisp stinging spanks with the hard flat of his hand.

Is it a turn-on again? Yes! Even though it really hurts! He is really whacking Vivien. It is a turn-on — especially when after a while Mr Varley stops. And slides his hand in between her hot and squirming thighs! Yes, his fingers at her hot pussy! Mr Varley is going to bring her off… With those practised fingers. But then as he does it, commences doing it… Vivien hears… His voice. Telling her… he is going to give her the cane.

No! No…! Oh Christ!  ‘No please!’ Vivien squeals. Even though not wishing to show any dissent. But the cane is something else!

‘Yes. I think so,’ Mr Varley calmly tells her. With his fingers continuing at her pussy. ‘I think a taste of it would be highly beneficial.’

Beneficial to whom? To Vivien? Or to Mr Julian Varley who has that stiff erection underneath the warm and solid weight of this lovely girl, squirming and writhing now a bit. Beneficial to Mr Varley because maybe he gets off on whipping a cane into the solid meat of a pretty girl’s ripe bum. Is that possible?

Vivien doesn’t know of course. What she does know is that his fingers are really getting at her now. The thought of the cane providing that extra bit of excitement, unwelcome though it is, and maybe indeed it would not be necessary, Mr Varley’s fingers being as expert and seemingly as experienced as they are. Yes he is definitely getting her there! She is gasping and squirming now in earnest. Writhing rhythmically on his hand… And very shortly coming.

Vivien does get the cane! Shortly afterwards. Shortly after she has come and Mr Varley pushes her upright, onto her shaky legs. He makes her bend over the arm of the chair. And then she gets it. On her bare bottom! It is really, truly awful! And no doubt made worse by the state Vivien is in, having just come. That long thin cane whipping into her poor bottom. Leaving bright red stroke marks.

It is just an overwhelming experience.

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But maybe in compensation for that awful caning Mr Varley does let Vivien go out by herself the next day. In the afternoon after a morning of French verbs and writing a little essay. A morning also of remembering that diabolical cane on her poor bare bum. But at the end of the morning Mr Varley says she can have the afternoon off and go out.

Great! It is a nice bright sunny day and she can put on her pretty summer dress. Fantastic! Maybe she will just happen to see some boy! Get into conversation. Oh yes, the thought of that caning is not forgotten!

It turns out to be quite an eventful afternoon!

Vivien does meet someone but it is not a boy, or at least not first of all. It is a man, older than Mr Varley, not so tall and fatter, with a grey moustache and wearing a smart blazer. He stops to talk to her when she was at the end of the front looking out at the wet sand and the shining sea further out, and the one or two people walking out there.

He gets into conversation, asking where she is from, who she is staying with; her parents, her boyfriend? Vivien says she is staying with her uncle. Then he says he could show her a really good time. Would she like to come and see his boat, a sailing cruiser? Vivien says she has to get back soon, she would like to but doesn’t have time, not today.

Perhaps another day then? he suggests. Because she is such a lovely girl. And then he takes Vivien’s hand. And puts it there. On his thing. It is stiff. Erect. Just like Mr Varley’s — or Robert’s of course. Vivien closes her fingers round it. Through his trousers naturally. Into her head darts the thought that maybe if she had done this with Mr Varley she might not have got that caning.

She holds it, squeezing, and then lets go. The man has gone a bit red in the face. He asks her if she is wearing knickers. What colour? Vivien says yes. White. But she really has to go. He wants to see her again. Tomorrow? She shakes her head, saying she doesn’t know. And no, she can’t give him her phone number. So the man gives her a card, with his name and address and phone number on it. Will she call him? Vivien says perhaps, but she really has to go.

She walks off. Glancing at the card. Mr Anthony Rinfield it says. Vivien bites her lip, She feels slightly shaky. And excited. Will she call him?

But then a bit later she does meet a boy! It is at this ice-cream kiosk where she stops to buy a cornet. This boy, about her own age, has just been served She smiles at him, and they just start talking. He is quite nice-looking, tall with dark hair. He is on holiday with his parents for the week; Vivien again says she is staying with her uncle. She would like to stay and chat, but she has to get back. The boy whose name is Mark suggests meeting tomorrow. Vivien would like to, but of course she doesn’t know if Mr Varley will let her out. She says she will if she can. Tomorrow. And then she has to hurry back, feeling really sad that she can’t stay out the whole afternoon and evening too. But if Mr Varley will let her out tomorrow…

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In Mr Varley’s sitting room again after supper. In her pink pyjamas again. Vivien has been thinking. Thinking a lot. Not about the French and that English essay but other things. Mr Varley’s cane for one thing. And that boy Mark. Also that man Mr Rinfield. It is all related. She doesn’t want the cane again. No way! And she would like to get out again tomorrow to see that Mark. And Mr Rinfield? Vivien doesn’t particularly want to see him again, although she wouldn’t mind having a visit on that boat. But Mr Rinfield has perhaps shown her the way regarding the cane and also Mark.

When Mr Varley comes in and stands behind her, as he did yesterday, Vivien lets her hand take hold of it. Mr Varley’s thing. It is already half stiff. She squeezes it. And says in a pleading little voice, ‘I really don’t want that cane again, Mr Varley. Please!’

She turns round. Still holding it. Squeezing — and it is getting bigger. ‘And also… please… can I go out again tomorrow afternoon.’

And then she pulls down Mr Varley’s zip. And kneels down. She didn’t do this with that Mr Rinfield of course, it is Vivien’s own idea. Well not really her own idea because she knows girls (and women, her mother perhaps?) do this. And men really go for it. Vivien hasn’t done it before of course. Not ever. Not done it for Robert and certainly not anyone else. But this seems like the time to try it. To hopefully avoid that cane and also get out to see Mark. And Mr Rinfield too perhaps? Well maybe she wouldn’t mind. On this fancy boat of his.

It is big, but Vivien is able to get it in her mouth. And bobbing her head to slide it in and out. Is this right? It seems to be. Mr Varley is making appreciative noises.