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Chapter 2 Moving In.
Monday arrived and by eleven o’clock Mark was showing us around the new flat. We were both staggered. It was lovely. Only one bedroom but large rooms with a nice view from the windows. The only snag as we moved from room to room, were the number of cameras. Susan moved closer and closer to me until she was rubbing against my side.
‘Look at all the cameras,’ she whispered. ‘They are very in-your-face.’
She was not wrong. There were two in the kitchen, one in the hall, three in the lounge, three in the bedroom, which all seemed to be looking at the bed, and even two in the bathroom. There was a separate toilet, and, true to his word there was no camera in it. I pointed this out to Susan as a positive.
And that was it. He left us a couple of keys, a copy of the ‘Apartment Rules’, told us that the cameras would not go live until the next morning, promised to keep in touch and left us, somewhat dazed at the speed it had all happened and not a little bemused as to how we had fallen on our feet with a free flat.
Susan looked a bit overwhelmed, so I took the easy solution. I kissed her. In fact, after a few moments when she came up for air, I actually led her outside to the corridor, picked her up and carried her over the threshold. Well it was our first house.
I carried her through to the bedroom and gently lowered her to the bed. I briefly thought about the cameras but remembering that we had a day’s leeway I started undressing her. I knew we were not being watched but it was a bit of a buzz making love, firstly in a bed, secondly in our new flat, and thirdly surrounded by cameras.
As I pulled off her bra, she stiffened up and said, ‘What about the cameras. Are you sure they are off? ‘
‘Yes of course. Don’t worry. There are no little red lights lit.’
We lay there, I pulled my boxers off and moved between her legs where I knew that a little tongue work would soon take her mind off the non-working cameras. I pulled down her panties and instinctively she pulled the bed cover over us. She didn’t stop me licking however. Fifteen minutes later she came noisily and I threw the cover back as the heat was unbearable. With all thoughts of modesty gone she fastened her lips around my cock and a few minutes later she accepted my libation, gulping it back. This was new. She had usually at this stage, spat out of the car window or gone to the bathroom to wash out her mouth.
‘Wow, that was great,’ I said. ‘Are you alright? You swallowed it.’
‘Yes,’ she said. ‘I was determined to try and here in our own flat seemed like the perfect place to try it.’
‘And?’
‘I think I might get a liking for it.’
‘Maybe you just need some practice,’ I said with a straight face, only to receive a light punch in the ribs.
‘Maybe I do, but it is not a right,’ she grinned. ‘Don’t expect it every time.’
She lay back and stretched her arms and legs up, arching her back before wriggling into a ball and saying ‘Are you sure about the cameras?’
‘If I wasn’t, it is too late now. See that one at the bottom of the bed your feet are facing and that one up on the ceiling. If anyone was watching they would have seen all your bits and pieces. They are not showing any red lights, anyway so I am pretty sure they are off. ‘
She climbed off the bed and excitedly started unpacking her clothes, quickly filling the wardrobe.
‘Hey what about mine?’
‘He who snoozes loses.’
‘Oh come on, unpack for me please. I am busy reading the flat’s rules.’
That was not entirely true but I did hurriedly pick them up and wave them in her direction.
‘Is there anything important there?’
‘Not yet. But I am still reading them.’
A lot of the rules were ones that he had told us about, under eighteens, guest’s signatures, plus a few like not covering any of the cameras, try not to look at the cameras, just pretend they are not there, plus a few safety tips about kitchen apparatus and rules about no smoking.
Susan had thrown her dress on again, but without underwear, I noticed. She decided that the kitchen work surface was a little grubby and I was lucky to find her leaning over the kitchen table. With one hand I held her down, the other flicked up the back of her skirt and within seconds I was deep inside her.
She groaned and I realised that I did not have to hold her down. A quick look at the cameras reassured me that there were no red acıbadem escort lights on. I pumped away and quickly filled her pussy with my spunk. She had put herself on the pill some months ago and I was going to ensure that we got our money’s worth.
‘Two rooms down, only four to go,’ I told her.
She laughed, ‘Oh my, I am going to be exhausted. Four? There is only the lounge left surely?’
‘No there is the bathroom, the hall and the toilet left.’
‘Noooo,’ she cried. ‘Not the toilet. That’s disgusting.’
‘Sure,’ I said. ‘We cannot afford to go abroad this year so I thought we could pretend to be joining the mile-high club. You can be the trolley dolly and I will be the passenger.’
‘You dirty bugger. Got it all planned eh? I have always wanted to be an air hostess.’
That wasn’t a no then.
We decided to go out to eat at a Korean barbecue nearby. Cheap and good value. We were still not sure when we were going to get any money next. I think we were both just grateful that they hadn’t asked for any.
We rechristened the bed that night just before midnight, hurrying and finishing under the covers in case the cameras came on sharp at midnight.
The morning came and I noticed that Susan had kept the sheet over her body and got dressed in the toilet. She had a quick wash with one eye on the cameras. There were still no little red lights showing. I had a closer look at one of the cameras. There was a definite little red Perspex cover in one corner over what had to be a light.
Susan wanted to give the place a bit of a spring clean, a good hoovering and to wash down the bath. I decided to go to some job agencies and see what there was available in the way of work. I had been an apprentice gardener long enough to be confident that while I was no expert, I could get by as a jobbing gardener.
I put my name down with a couple of agencies, put a couple of cards in the newsagent’s windows and kept my eyes open for anything that Susan could turn her hand to.
I got back to the flat lunchtime to hear that Mark had just called and would like to meet us at Starbucks as he had some money and a gift for us.
I was immediately suspicious, not about the money which he had said that he would provide, but a gift?
Three o’clock saw us waiting in Starbucks with a spare cappuccino for Mark when he arrived. After all he had seemed to be supplying everything else for free. It was the least we could do.
He arrived, all smiles and was quick to hand me a cheque which he said should easily cover the month’s loss of income for us and then gave me a couple of hundred pounds in cash.
‘Is that the gift?’ I asked.
‘No,’ he said, digging into the carrier bag he brought with him. ‘Well I guess it is part of the gift but these two little packages are real gifts.’
He gave a small bag to Susan and she fished out a dildo and a vibrator, before hurriedly stuffing them back into the bag. Looking around to see whether anyone had seen her, she went bright red and said, ‘What are these for?’
‘Well our… errr …scientists noted this morning that you didn’t appear to have any, as you were using your hands, so they sent them to see whether they would improve the experience. We are not asking for a written report of course. We know that if you keep using them they are acceptable. If you don’t then perhaps we will try other things that you might like instead.’
I have never seen her look so embarrassed.
‘We thought the cameras were not working as there was no little red light…’
‘Oh no. We took all the bulbs out as they can be a bit distracting glowing red. We found people kept looking at them. Oh, and please accept my apologies. The cameras have been on all the time. There was a bit of an administrative problem over the date you were moving in, so they were actually turned on at midnight the day before. Anyway, I just wanted to give you these little gifts and tell you everything is going swimmingly. I will see you soon.’
He gulped his coffee and was gone while we looked blankly at each other.
‘So,’ I said, ‘Started without me huh?’
If her colour had stated to fade it deepened again with this little sally.
‘Well… you had only been gone a little while…. And I missed you…. And I was cleaning the bath… so I had taken all my clothes off… so I lay on the sofa and …. and ….’
‘Yes. I think I know what atalar escort you did, and let me explain that I am not mad that you did it. We all need our private time. But I am mad that you christened the lounge without me. I think that deserves a smacked bottom.’
She looked at me as if I had two heads. This was well outside any experiences that we may have had. Frankly I wasn’t mad at all but this could be fun.
I thought I noticed half a smile.
‘Don’t be silly, she said. ‘you are not going to slap my bottom.’
‘Well what other punishment would you suggest, more chores or a loss of pocket money as if you were still at home with your mum and dad. I don’t think so. You have to accept this like a grown-up girl. The only choice is where. Here and now in Starbucks or at home on the very self-same sofa that you christened without me. Either way you will have a gallery, remember that. Six slaps here or ten at home. That is the punishment.’
She looked around, that half grin spreading over her cheeks.
‘Nooooo. Not here. I mean not anywhere. Now that we know the cameras work we will have to be a lot more careful.’
‘What have you got left that they have not seen? Which way were you facing while lying on the sofa? Were your legs spread wide?’
She gulped, ‘Oh my God. I was directly facing the near one on the side wall and yes at one stage I opened my legs really wide and then …. Ohhh my godddd.’
‘What did you do?’
‘Ohhhh, I turned over onto my knees with my bum up in the air and finished that way with two fingers….. oh no I am so embarrassed.’
‘She seemed to shrink in front of me as she almost curled into a foetal position.
‘I only want one word from you.’ I said. ‘Here or home? Just one word.’
‘Home,’ she whispered.
I practically had to drag her from the seat but she seemed to keep pace with me quite well as we walked back towards the flat.
I pushed her into the lounge and made her stand between my legs.
‘You know what is going to happen now don’t you?’
‘Yes,’ she lisped. ‘You are going to smack my bottom as if I was a little girl.’
‘That’s right and do you know why?’
‘Yes, because I played with myself, without you being here to watch me.’
This was promising and opened the door to all sorts of smackings at a later date.
‘Not entirely.’ I was not going to make this easy for her.
‘Because I christened the sofa without you.’
‘That’s right, the sofa and the lounge christened without me. Now, over my knee please.’
She moved around and started to bend.
‘Wait. What were you wearing this morning?’
‘Well, nothing, I suppose.’
‘Well that is how I want to see you. So that the punishment suits the crime.’
‘But the cameras are on.’
‘But they were on this morning.’
‘But I didn’t know.’
‘Luckily for you we are not supposed to look at the cameras or I would have you going naked up to each one of them and apologising for what you did. As it happens, I just need you to undress and climb over my knee.’
I was amazed that with very little hesitation she lifted her jumper and lowered her jeans to the floor. She looked around, at the cameras I am guessing, and slowly removed her bra and then panties. Frankly I remember thinking that I would have to buy her some new underwear if this was going to keep happening. Her old granny pants were almost threadbare and her bra off-white and soft.
She stood before me in the position I believe was known as ENF. Embarrassed naked female. One arm covered her boobs and the other her abundant pubes. Another thing I was determined to do something about.
‘Should your hand not be covering your backside where the cameras are focused,’ I teased as she gasped and covered her bottom crack instead. I curled her pubic hair around my fingers.
‘So, this is what they had a good look at this morning, is it? Perhaps you should shave it all off so we can see it properly.’
I allowed my finger to slip a little deeper into her pussy crack. She was as wet as I had ever known. I forbore from saying any more to embarrass her and bent her forwards over my knees. She kept her right hand over her bottom between it and the camera and used her left to balance herself against the sofa.
‘That’s good. Spread those legs a little and here comes the first one. Count them please or I might forget how many I have given you.’
Eight aydınlı escort slaps followed quickly, one after the other. By the time I reached eight she was groaning, pushing her bottom out towards my hand and dripping her desire all over my legs. I could see the beads of cum glistening on the ends of her pubic hairs.
‘Nine,’ and she groaned again and ‘Ten’ and she screamed and came. The first time I had ever seen her ejaculate, almost like a man.
I pushed two fingers inside her, mimicking, unwittingly, her actions this morning as she orgasmed yet again over my hand.
I let her rest and said, ‘You seemed to enjoy that. Perhaps I had better get a paddle. Would you like to come again with your presents?’
‘Ohhhhh nooo.’ She cried grabbing her vibrator and rushing to the bathroom. I heard it lock. It amused me to think that she was going to go and masturbate in the bath where the cameras could watch her with her new toy. I wondered whether she was so turned on that she would forget that.
That night I took her again in the bed. She had come a few times already that day, at least once in the morning, then twice being smacked, and probably at least once in the bath. I meantime had a roaring stiffy all afternoon and evening until we went to bed and I was able to bury myself between her thighs fucking her to my hearts delight. She did try to keep the covers over us, but again after a while it was so hot they slipped off of their own accord.
That week we christened the hall and then the toilet but by Thursday evening I was ready for some more fun. A package had arrived for me on Wednesday morning. I collected it from the mailbox in the hallway and kept it hidden, half expecting what it would contain.
It did, as expected, contain a leather paddle. That confirmed my belief that the cameras had microphones attached. There was a little gift note bearing the words, ‘as requested.’ Bearing in mind Susan’s enjoyment on the occasion of her first smacking, I was not sure who was going to enjoy this most, her, me or our ‘scientist’ friends.
‘We watched a couple of television programs until about nine when I said to her, ‘Shall we christen the bathroom?’
She jumped up gave me a big kiss and with a dirty little smile said, ‘Sure, you know I am always ready.’ Which was true. She was.
As we got to the bathroom I paused and ‘Ohhh wait a moment. You have already christened the bathroom, haven’t you?’
‘No,’ she said. ‘I have only ….err…. jilled myself off that once on the sofa on Tuesday.’
‘Really,’ I said. ‘Not even after the smacking when you rushed off to the bathroom with the vibrator.’
She blushed bright red, an endearing colour and an absolute admission of her guilt.
‘Ohhh but…. but…. well… yes, I guess I did. Are you going to smack me again?’
There was far too much glee in her voice to get away with that, this was supposed to be a punishment.
‘Certainly, but first I am going to shave you.’
‘Nooo,’ she cried. ‘You …. and more importantly they… will be able to see everything.’
‘That’s true. You should have thought about that instead of taking away my enjoyment of christening this room. I will just have to enjoy it another way. Undress now before your punishment gets any worse.’
She quickly undressed, no more ENF, she just stood waiting in full view while I found my razor, a new blade and shaving gel. It turned out to be a lot harder than I expected. In retrospect I should have used scissors or clippers on the longer hair before using the blades. Still we were eventually done with no cuts or grazes and I was not too disappointed about having to pull some of the hairs out if they did not cut properly. In fact, I really enjoyed it. I think Susan must have enjoyed it to some extent, because as usual, when she bent over for the smacking she was practically dripping again. She was that wet. I gave her the requisite ten smacks with the new paddle and this time as her orgasm exploded on the tenth, pushed my cock deep inside her and held it there until I too came, deep within her. I practically had to carry her to the bed after cleaning her up and she fell asleep while I was getting a bottle of water for us from the fridge. Just as well I came too, I thought to myself.
The days went by until we had been living there nearly two weeks. With her connivance I managed to smack her once or twice a week. A couple of ‘presents’ had arrived, clippers and a waxing kit, after my attempts at shaving her, and a delightful massage table after I had used the sofa to massage her when I eventually christened the lounge and the sofa myself. We had yet to use the table, but I was looking forward to it.
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