Work Experience for Sue & Paula

From Uniform Girls 42 with Vicky Maxwell and her sister getting down and dirty in the workplace.

Two pretty blondes are in a garage surrounded by a range of vehicles. There are various motorbikes, a fat-tyred cross-country motor trike, a ride-on motor mower, etc. The girls appear to have been servicing these vehicles. They are holding spanners and are liberally smeared in oily grease. They are also not wearing very much. Each girl in fact is wearing only a skimpy pair of brief loose-legged white knickers. They are otherwise nude and the extended areas of bare flesh are liberally daubed in this black oily grease. Their pert tits for instance are smeared in it.

To one side a man is standing. A man with a stubbly beard… and a heavy two-tongued leather tawse in his hand.

The girls names are Paula and Sue. They have left school two months ago but have not been able to get proper jobs. What they are doing is Work Experience.

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Paula Newton and Susan Wentford were standing in front of Mr Sibley in his office. He was their headmaster, or had been until a month ago when they had left school. Now here they were back again, and of course feeling very much like schoolgirls once more.

Before they had left school Mr Sibley had advised them about Work Experience.

‘It’s a very useful scheme now available to school-leavers who can’t manage to get a job right away. You get paid your unemployment money but are also taken on by an employer who in effect creates a job for you. So you get experience of doing a real job and that is very useful. It’s a big help to have on your record that you have actually worked rather than just been unemployed. It shows that you can handle the discipline of holding down a job. Putting in the proper hours, doing sometimes unpleasant things, all of that.’

Mr Sibley had said this to Paula and Sue and the others leaving school this summer just before the end of term. At that time of course they were all hopeful of getting jobs, although you knew because of the job situation that this was unlikely. Some of them probably wouldn’t. Probably those who didn’t do very well in their GCEs. Paula and Sue hadn’t done well at all. They should have worked harder of course because neither of them was stupid. But they were both very good-looking girls, both pretty blondes, and for pretty girls there is always more temptation. Boys are after them, wanting to take them out. Wanting to get into their knickers. Unless she is strong-willed a girl can be flattered and distracted by all the attention.

So neither of them had so far managed to get a job. In that case Mr Sibley had told them, they were to get in touch and he would see what he could do. And here they were, back in his office on this Monday morning for this appointment he had arranged. Both girls feeling a bit awkward and embarrassed. Because they hadn’t been able to get jobs of course, but also that same uncertain and awkward feeling you always used to get when summoned into his presence. Which you had thought was all over and done with but instead — here you were again.

Gilbert Sibley thought he could fix them up. Well, in fact he knew he could fix them up. Paula and Sue had been just about the best-looking girls in their year. Good-looking and also with very shapely figures. It was never going to be a problem finding them Work Experience positions, employers always liked pretty girls with shapely figures. Although giving them proper jobs with their poor academic records was something else. But for Work Experience good-lookers like Paula Newton and Susan Wentford could pick and choose. Although they didn’t know this, and anyway a girl needed her headmaster’s recommendation.

Gilbert Sibley knew where he was going to place them.

‘I’ve got somewhere in mind. Do either of you know anything about engines? Cars and motorbikes etc.’

Paula said, ‘Ah no, not really.’ Which went for Sue as well. They had both been thinking of office jobs: an estate agent, something like that. Where you could wear smart clothes and make-up, look glamorous and had all the male staff and customers getting interested. But not — motorbike engines?

‘Experience isn’t necessary. You can learn, and you’ll be learning a new skill. I’m talking about working as mechanics, in a garage. Not the most glamorous of jobs for a girl but something a future employer will be very impressed with. Being able to handle a dirty manual job is bound to impress, whereas any good-looking girl can look OK in an office. All she’s got to do is smile and stick her boobs out.’

Paula flushed. Mr Sibley sometimes said things like that. Once when he hadn’t been happy with her work he had said, ‘What you need my girl is your knickers taking down. To have your bare bottom given a good spanking. It’s really a pity that sort of thing’s isn’t easier to dish out nowadays.’

Yes Mr Sibley would say things like that. Another girl had said, ‘He undresses you when he looks at you.’ But when they were at school obviously nothing was going to happen, whatever Mr Sibley said or however he looked at you. But now they weren’t at school and also they wanted this recommendation from the headmaster. So if he wanted to try anything funny… If he had any funny ideas running round in his head.

Gilbert Sibley did as it happened. Paula and Sue had been lazy and annoying, especially last year in the Sixth Form. Also he had found them both very attractive: which had been even more annoying and frustrating as they were of course off-limits. Now… they weren’t off-limits, and he intended relieving some of that frustration. He was going to send them to his acquaintance Mike Danver, who had a little business servicing cars and motor bikes. They probably wouldn’t enjoy it.

And they also probably would not enjoy what was coming now. This morning in his office.

‘Yes I think I can fix you up with garage work. It will be very valuable training. However…’ Mr Sibley’s voice became grimmer, ‘there is one other thing. As I had occasion to tell both of you at the time, your conduct last year was at times quite unacceptable. There was not a lot I could do about it then. But now… I think things are different.’ Paula and Sue caught that change in tone. What was coming now?

‘I intend to spank both your bottoms. You want these recommendations and I shall give you them. But first of all I am going to give both of your bottoms a good belting. Your bare bottoms of course. Is that clear? Right now. So shall we start with you Paula? Please take your knickers down. Lift your skirt up round your waist. And then… come here. Over my lap.’

Could Mr Sibley really mean it? He confirmed that yes, he certainly did. Well… could he really do it then? Could he make them accept this horrible and humiliating punishment? Again Mr Sibley assured them he could. He had come out from behind his desk to sit in the chair at the side. He told them smugly to be sensible girls and accept it. It was certainly no more than they deserved. Indeed if they had worked more last year they wouldn’t be here now, they would have got their GCEs and got jobs.

There was some unhappy hesitation. A little more protesting but not very convincing. Then Paula finally made a move. With an unhappy groan her hands going up under her thin summer dress. Revealing the fetching rounded thighs. Another little whimper of distress and her brief white knickers came into view.

‘Take them right down to your knees. And the skirt right up. Round your waist,’ Mr Sibley instructed. ‘Let’s have a proper look at you.’

What Gilbert Sibley meant, as he felt his pulse racing, was: let’s have a look at your pussy. And shortly Paula was unhappily showing it. Showing the Head her rounded belly and that tuft of dark-blonde hair. Her pussy hair… and a glimpse of her pussy. Her slit peeping from between her pressed-together thighs.

Sue, forced to stand and watch, bit her lip. How simply sick-making having to show yourself to the Head like that! With the even more sick-making prospect that she was shortly going to have to do the same. Red-faced Paula, not knowing where to look, was stepping forward now with her dress held up round her waist. Hobbling steps with the knickers round her knees and giving Sue a full view of the starkly bare cheeks of her bottom. Mr Sibley with that awful pious look on his face taking her arm and pulling her down.

His hand fiddling around at the bare flesh. At Paula’s nude bottom and thighs. She was making anguished little gaspy sounds. Mr Sibley was quite simply feeling her up, under the pretence of getting her positioned just right. His groping hand fondling the ripe cheeks… and pushing in between her thighs.

‘C…Cut it… out!’ Paula gasped, her face down close to the carpet. Because awful Mr Sibley had reached his fingers right in between her legs onto her pussy.

‘Don’t be a silly girl,’ the head told her primly. Sliding one finger forcefully in between the moist lips. ‘I’ve got to get you positioned just right…’ The digit slid briefly up into her vagina.

Maybe after such preliminaries the spanking came as a relief. Or maybe not. Because Mr Sibley proceeded to really whack his hand down. Really belting Paula’s poor bum. Producing these frantic yelps and squeals, with associated writhing and rolling of the stricken orbs. Which were very soon a uniform bright and fiery red. Poor Paula! Sue couldn’t bear to watch. But at the same time the dreadful spectacle had a powerful fascination which riveted her gaze.

With of course the ever-present thought that very shortly now, because Mr Sibley couldn’t go on with Paula for ever, it would be her own turn! Oh Christ!

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‘That bastard!’ Paula breathed, with considerable feeling ‘That… oooohh!!’ It was not easy to find words strong enough.

Sue could only agree. They were in the street outside the school now, both fervently hoping they wouldn’t see anyone they knew, someone who would wish to stop and talk. Because they were in no state for polite chat, not after what dreadful Mr Sibley had just done. Belting both their bare bottoms like that. And of course feeling them both up. Really feeling them up. His fingers right there. Their pussies. Yes, Sue had got just the same as Paula.

They were both surreptitiously holding their skirts to their thighs. It wasn’t windy but they were doing it. Feeling a need to do it. Because as a final unbelievable thing Mr Sibley had kept their knickers. Making them take them off and give them to him. ‘I’ll let you have them back,’ he had said. ‘When you come and see me again.’

Yes, Mr Sibley was going to want to see them again. Because according to him when you were on Work Experience you had to have regular advisory and counselling sessions with your (ex) headmaster. More sessions when no doubt he planned to get them over his lap. More of that awful spanking! Not to mention that equally awful (or worse?) groping at their pussies.

But first of all there was this garage. This Mr Danver. They were to start there tomorrow morning. Mr Sibley had quickly made the arrangements. No problem — because it seemed Mr Danver was a friend of Mr Sibley. That was not a good omen! Not at all!

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Mr Danver, wearing overalls, was about Mr Sibley’s age, late forties or fifty, with a stubbly beard. There was of course one central thought in Paula’s and Sue’s heads: what was Mr Danver like? Now that Mr Sibley had shown himself in his true colours as a Grade One Dirty Old Man. Because if Mr Danver wanted to act in the same way — well, they needed to pass the Work Experience and get a good report at the end. In the same way that they had needed to get the recommendation from the Head. So they would be very much at Mr Danver’s mercy. They couldn’t really complain. They could only hope he wasn’t like Mr Sibley.

But right away there were serious doubts about that. Mr Danver had led them into his little office, next to the garage proper. And right away after welcoming them he reached behind Sue to briefly fondle her bottom — and then did the same to Paula.

They each in turn squirmed away from this unwelcome attention. Both of them were sensibly wearing jeans. Skirts or dresses clearly would not have been suitable for work in a garage — and also skirts would have left their thighs (not to mention more intimate parts) very accessible to the sort of unwelcome assault Mr Danver had just delivered. Not of course that wearing jeans prevented him from feeling your bum, as he had just demonstrated.

Mr Danver laughed. ‘Not shy are we? I didn’t think I was getting shy girls. Actually I’m disappointed. Your headmaster said you might be coming here this morning wearing dresses with no knickers underneath!’

Paula gave an anxious laugh. ‘If he said that… it must have been his little joke.’

They had both backed warily against the wall to protect their bottoms from further attacks. On the wall opposite, above the desk, Mr Danver had three or four girlie pictures pinned up. They were all posed the same way: nude or just wearing stockings and lying back with their legs spread to blatantly show their pussies. Pretty awful shots and stuck up where you couldn’t avoid seeing them.

Mr Danver said, ‘Oh I thought he meant it. I’m very disappointed. I could have got you to pose for a couple of these glamour shots.’ He indicated the pictures. ‘Lying on the desk perhaps or out there in the garage on one of the bikes. With your skirts up round your waist and legs nice and wide. Some nice pussy shots, eh?’

Paula said, ‘Ha-ha!’ Not very happily. He was probably trying to embarrass them. Wind them up. And he was succeeding!

He moved in close in front of her. And this time took hold of her tits, one in each hand. Paula with a yelp twisted away. ‘Hey! C…Cut that out!’

‘Only having a bit of fun. Mr Sibley said you were girls who wouldn’t mind a bit of fun. Anyway he’s sent me a couple of nice-lookers, I’ll say that. Are you sure you won’t take your jeans off and let me get some shots of your pussies? I’ve got a camera — and there’d be an extra few quid naturally.’

Was he serious? He couldn’t be! Paula, red-faced and still feeling those big hands gripping her tits through her thin top, shook her head. She felt a bit like crying. And so did Sue for that matter. This was worse than either of them had even imagined. Even if he was joking about taking shots of their pussies. If it was a joke it was an awful awful joke.

‘Well OK. If you change your minds, OK? But in any case I think you’re going to want to take off your things. It can get very hot in the garage. And also it’s dirty work and your mothers won’t want you coming home with those nice smart jeans and tops all covered in black grease. So it’ll be much better if you both strip off and then you can just wash up at the end of the day.’

What did he mean! What were they to wear then? Mr Danver didn’t mean… work in their underwear or something. No, maybe he had some overalls, like he was wearing?

But it wasn’t overalls. Mr Danver produced some diaphanous nylon knickers, brief and with loose legs. Flimsy white briefs that were semi-transparent. These were what Mr Danver was proposing for working in the garage. And nothing else! No bras. Just these very flimsy flimsies.

‘We… We need bras,’ Sue stuttered. ‘Or something. I mean… well, we do. And… those knickers. Well they’re awfully… I mean haven’t you got any overalls?’

Mr Danver said he hadn’t. Anyway overalls would be too hot, they would be really sweating. And they didn’t need bras. They weren’t shy, were they? They didn’t mind showing their tits? He could see they both had very nice tits. Nice and firm and sticking out, so they didn’t have to worry about showing them. Not like some girls who didn’t have nice ones.

Paula and Sue exchanged desperate looks. Could Mr Danver mean this? That they were to wear these awful wide-legged knickers and nothing else. Sue stuttered, ‘Wh…Who is going to see us?’ Well clearly Mr Danver was but… anyone else?

‘Only Kevin. He’s the lad who helps me. Maybe a client if one comes in. But I’m sure you’re not really shy. Two lovely looking girls. Lovely legs. Lovely tits and bums. Other than that it’s just me of course. And I know you’re not going to mind me having a good look.’

They both wanted to shout that yes, they did mind. And they weren’t going to do it. But Mr Danver said sharply, ‘Come on! Get moving!’ Or he would get their things off for them, really smartish. He didn’t want any time-wasters.

Maybe they should just have walked out. But Mr Danver was very dominating. It was not easy to say no. And… there were those awful pictures on the wall, and what he had said about liking to take some similar shots. Paula at least had a very nasty thoughts. What if they said they were going and Mr Danver said: Oh no, not before I’ve taken some of those shots. And simply made them pose on the table with their jeans and knickers off and their legs open. For wasting his time or something.

So… they unhappily started taking off their things. After asking if they could go in the loo or some other private place to change, but Mr Danver said no, why bother. So it was right there in his office, with of course Mr Danver all eyes. No to mention hands! Really gruesome.

‘Lovely!’ he said appreciatively when they were stripped off and had got the knickers on. ‘You girls could be in the girlie mags, no problem!’ He reached to grab Paula’s pert nude tits. ‘Cut it out!’ she yelped, struggling away.

Mr Danver didn’t persist. Not for the moment at least. Instead he strode over to a cupboard and took out… a leather strap. A wide strap of stiff leather with a split end. It wasn’t a strap for fastening suitcases and that sort of thing. No, it was a strap for hitting you with. As he demonstrated by whacking it down on his table with a sickening CRACKK!!

‘Now, no nonsense girls!’ he told them sharply. ‘Or these lovely girls will get their pretty bottoms whacked! Their knickers taken down and their bare bottoms given a good whacking. And I can tell you, this thing hurts.’

‘Y…You c…can’t hit us. Not with that thing…’ yelped Sue.

‘Yes I can! Your headmaster said if I had any problems to just go ahead. Give your bare bottoms a good hotting up.’

Mr Danver gave the table top another thunderous whack. Then put the strap down. He went to stand close in front of Sue. ‘Now young lady, do you want to be the first?’

‘No!’ she squeaked. ‘No please!’

Mr Danver reached out and took hold of Sue’s nude tits. He squeezed them. She looked a bit sick… but didn’t try to squirm away. ‘That’s more like it,’ Mr Danver said softly. He squeezed the pretty tits harder.

‘That’s much better. Mmm. I could play with these all day.’

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Actually, out in the garage Mr Danver did let Sue put her sleeveless white T-top back on for her first job. Which was to get down with a grease gun underneath a shiny red cross-country motor-trike. Sue had worn the top under a cardigan and she wasn’t at all happy about having to put it back on with nothing else. Because obviously her nice white top was now going to get grease on it. Mr Danver just gave her a hard slap on her bottom and told Sue to get on with it. Get down under the machine! She reluctantly complied, still feeling shaky from that extended groping of her nude tits in his office. He called out where she was to grease — as he stood holding Paula. His arms were round Paula from behind. Mr Danver was now engaged in fondling Paula’s nude tits.

‘I let her put the top on so she won’t get her tits all covered in grease,’ he confided to the quivering Paula. ‘But actually I don’t know, a few smears of lube grease on a girl’s tits is not such a big deal. It’ll come off. Maybe I’ll let you keep yours bare. More freedom of action, eh! And that young Kevin should be here by now. He’ll certainly have his eyes popping out of his head to see your tits. And Sue’s too. And we don’t want to disappoint the lad, do we?’

Paula didn’t answer. She certainly didn’t want this Kevin to see her bare tits. Her nude tits which at that moment were being rubbed and squeezed by Mr Danvers’s large and probably not very clean hands. But she wasn’t going to make any loud complaints. Not with the threat of that awful leather strap still very much in her head. Anything was better than that. Wasn’t it? Yes — well almost anything.

Sue was still on her back under the vehicle, making gaspy little sounds as she strained to reach the lube points. Then Paula made a gaspy sound of her own. One of the big hands at her tits had let go… and slid down to cup her pussy through the tight crotch of the diaphanous knickers.

‘Tell me- a few things,’ Mr Danver’s voice said in her ear. ‘About yourself. About your boyfriend. I bet he likes to stick his thing up here, eh? And do you let him? I bet you do. Eh? Nice and cooperative. Opening these pretty legs… nice and wide. Or how about… playing with yourself. Like to do that? I bet you do. Every night in bed…?’

Mr Danver was playing with Paula’s pussy as he said these awful things. His finger rubbing along the line of her slit. It was making her feel giddy, faint. She thought of Andrew, her boyfriend. As it happened she had let him screw her last night. But it had been largely because of this job with Mr Danver. Because she had been so nervous and anxious about it, wondering what it would be like. Paula didn’t always let Andrew screw her although he always wanted to. As it had turned out of course she had had good reason to be nervous. The job was turning out to be much worse than they had imagined.

Sue was crawling out now. She had done the lubrication as well as she could. And she did have smears of grease on her. Horrible greenish-black grease. On her bare arms and face. And also some awful smears on that white top. Paula bit her lip: Sue’s mother would go spare when she saw it! This obviously was Sue’s view as well and she began half crying, half ranting about it. Mr Danver let go of Paula and grabbed Sue who was making all this noise. He told her to shut up immediately. Or he was going to give her a belting with that strap.

Maybe Sue couldn’t stop immediately, she was in too much of a state. Mr Danver had hold of her from behind, like he had had Paula moments earlier. He was now groping at Sue’s tits… as she just went on yelping. So he pushed her towards the bike. He was going to give her a belting over the bike, he said. As Paula watched (she couldn’t help watching although she didn’t want to) Mr Danver yanked Sue’s knickers hard up into her crotch and the cleft of her bum… and then bent her face-down over the saddle. He had the strap in his hand.

It was much too awful to watch but again Paula had to, her eyes mesmerised by the dreadful scene. Mr Danver holding Sue down with his left hand; with a good grip on that grease-smeared top which was now yanked up round her shoulders… and with his other hand whacking that strap in. To Sue’s poor squirming and writhing bum.

Poor Sue! It made Paula feel quite sick to watch! That awful strap, repeatedly slicing in to her poor bum in those yanked-up knickers. It wasn’t making her shut up of course, or not for the moment at least. Sue was making more noise than ever. Ear-splitting yelps and screams. But the way Mr Danver was really belting it in this wasn’t surprising The pain must be killing. Yes, Paula felt really sick. For her friend Sue of course but also the other thing. Mr Danver was going to do it to her! She knew he was! Even if she didn’t complain and make an awful noise. He would find some excuse to give her a belting with that strap as well.

Yes, Sue had finally quietened down. She had had all the noise belted out of her. Or most of it because she was still making gasping, sobbing sounds. Anyway Mr Danver seemed content with the job he had done. And yes, he was turning his attention back to Paula.

He squeezed her tits. This time standing in front of her and squeezing them from the front. Paula stood still (well just shivering a bit) and let him do it. ‘At least you haven’t been making that awful racket.’ he observed.

Paula gulped and shook her head.

‘But maybe you could do with a little something as well. Eh Paula? So you know what’s what. So you can’t say you don’t know what the strap feels like.’

‘No…ooo…! No please. I really don’t… I mean I c…can see what it feels like alright. Yes really.’

But Mr Danver, no doubt because he liked whacking that strap into a girl’s poor defenceless bum, didn’t think this was good enough. No, he thought Paula should have a taste.

Paula wanted to scream out just like Sue. Maybe even louder! But that would only make it worse. Maybe if she tried to keep quiet he wouldn’t do it hard. And he would just give her one or two… She tried to babble this out as now she was led to the bike. To be bent over it.

In fact, though, Paula wasn’t to be bent over it. Mr Danvers had another position he would like to try. Paula up on the saddle. But on her back. With her legs up in the air. So that her bottom was upside-down and, pointing upwards, fully exposed to the whacking strap.

She gave a gurgling yelp of horror and disbelief. But, dreadful as it was, she had to try and keep quiet! Yes! But… she knew she wouldn’t be able to.

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Paula got shakily down off the bike. Half sprawling because all proper control seemed to have gone from her body. Her legs were like rubber. And her bottom… felt numb… but at the same time red hot Mr Danver had really given her a whacking… Although he said he hadn’t.

‘Just a little touching up Paula. I expect you could hardly feel it.’

She was fighting to keep herself from crying, from that fierce hot sting in her savaged bottom. As Mr Danver said, ‘OK we’d better get some work done.’

Sue was not wearing her top now. She had been told to take it off, after getting it all covered in grease from underneath the bike. So both girls were now wearing only the skimpy knickers again.

‘Now you’ve both had a little taste of the strap and everyone knows what it’s like, we need to get some work done. You can get all the vehicles greased for a start. After that we’ll try something a bit more technical.’

Soon after that this Kevin, who worked for Mr Danver, came in. That was really awful of course with now this other quite young bloke, only 20 or so, to see them. But what was even worse was that Paula vaguely recognised him. And she thought he might know Andrew! if he told Andrew that Mr Danver had them working like this, with nothing on apart from these sexy knickers… And was belting them with his strap whenever they didn’t come up to the mark (or for no reason at all apart from simply liking it) … Well if he told Andrew anything at all it would be quite impossible!

Kevin was naturally all eyes, as they tried to get on with the lubrication job. His eyes riveted on their almost nude bodies which were now quite liberally smeared with grease. Because all the machines seemed to be covered in it and you couldn’t get near them without getting it all over you.

It was horrible. The awful black grease and oil. Plus the ever present threat of Mr Danver’s strap. And now this awful Kevin ogling their tits and bottoms and everything. And then… saying to Paula, with a nasty giggle, ‘Don’t I recognise you?’

Paula shook her head. But thought franticly that she would have to speak to him. Tell him desperately not to speak to Andrew. Get him to promise.

But now here was Mr Danver again. He had been in his office on the phone for a moment. Now he was back. Still carrying his tawse… He asked Kevin how they were doing. Kevin with a grin said, ‘I think they’re slacking a bit Mr Danver.’

‘Slacking!’ Mr Danver repeated. ‘Oh dear. We’d better do something about that then. We’d better warm up their pretty bums again. Don’t you reckon?’

‘I reckon so Mr Danver,’ said horrible grinning Kevin.

‘Yes. Maybe in the office this time. Over the desk.’ Mr Danver grabbed Sue’s arm. ‘Yes over the desk with their knickers down.’

In the office he said. ‘Unless you girls would like to let me take a few of these shots instead.’ He was pointing to the awful pussy shots on the wall. ‘Eh? Up on the desk? Come on, how about it!’