As she eased her full red lips over the knob-end, Dolly was in no doubt that Mr Rodgers the Florist had the most peculiar and strangest looking cock she had ever seen. His big pink banana had what was commonly know amongst the fairer sex as the "wankers side-step." Obviously, he spent too much time playing the solo fandango.

Maybe she should drop him a hint. Like using his other hand.

She'd laugh - if her mouth wasn't full of pulsing, hard, drippy man-meat. She wrinkled her nose. It was also a bit stinky. The acrid smell wafting like a cheese sandwich under each nostril. Pongy enough to make her eyes water. Its only redeeming feature was that it was rather large at just over eight inches, reasonably fat with a pumped up dickhead that was threatening to dislocate her jaw.

Still what the customer wants, the customer gets. She most certainly didn't want to let the side down, after all the Agency had its good reputation to uphold.

With half his cock in her mouth, she glanced up at Mr Rodgers who had his eyes closed and bore a Stan Laurel grin as he leaned against the blue-tiled wall of his shower. She gave him a tentative suck, smiling to herself as he drummed his fingers on his beer belly and let rip with a low rumble.

"Hmmmmmmmmmm Dolly, suck my dick. Luverly, that is soooooooo nice!!"

"I bet it is." thought Dolly as she used her tongue to lick his mushroom head, causing him to squeak with pleasure and stand on tippy-toe. This'll knock him for six. Snorting through her nose, she took a deep breath and promptly dropped her face forward until her lips nestled in the down of his thatch.

Da daaaaaah!!

She should have been a sword swallower in a circus.

Mr Rodgers, with his libido having one hell of a party thanks to the expert cock-sucking by the lady from the Agency, blinked his eyes open and peered through his delirium, over his distended gut to where he could only see a peroxide blond mop covering his crotch. It looked like his lower abdomen had suddenly grown a full yellow beard. Of his dick there was no sign.

Say hello to deep-throat Dolly.

Blimey.

Easing her head back until his purple helmet popped from her throat, she heaved a sigh as she lathered his organ with her spit like she was slurping on a pink and purple lolly. She glanced up again. He was staring down at her with a surprised expression on his red face. With a silly feeling of pride at her skills, she widened her lips and let his dick bob free as she reached up to grab it and give him a little up and down hand job.

Pressing it back until it was flat against his stomach, she knelt forward slightly and licked it from the top of his nuts to the weeping crown. "Like that Mr Rodgers?" she asked him with a breathy lisp.

As if he was going to say no.

He nodded. This young girl sure could give one helluva blowjob. He reached down and patted her on her bubble-blond head.

What's more the best was yet to come.

*

Three hours earlier.

What a day!!

Dolly the Secretary was just about run off her feet. Although the Agency had only been open for two weeks, today had, without question been their busiest day. In fact, all the girls were out on assignment. She leafed open the office register. "Hmmm." With pencil in hand, she read down the list of who was where and doing what.

Bella Gingangooley...out getting a spanking and cropping - (Oral)

"Typical." smiled Dolly, remembering the first time Bella had showed her her speciality. She'd nearly wet herself laughing.

Annie Dodds....out getting a slippering - (Anal)

No surprise there.

Cathy Turner...out getting a spanking, tawsing AND caning!!

"Ouch!!" muttered Dolly in sympathy. Rather her than me.

Debbie Dingle...out getting a stropping - (straight sex)

Rosemary Butler...out getting a whipping - (Anal)

Wendy Wu......out getting a caning - (Bondage/forced Oral)

Karen Carter...out getting a belting - (Forced Anal)

Rebecca DeLouisa....out getting a tawsing - (Watersports)

"Watersports?" she muttered, not EXACTLY sure what that entailed.

Betty Booth......out getting a thorough caning.

and finally Hattie Beebop....out getting her truly enormous bum whacked with the birch.

All present and accounted for. Hope they're all having fun. Sure was quiet. Even Miss Malone her boss was out for the day. She looked around the office as shafts of sunlight shone in yellow ribbons through the blinds. It was a lovely day......and she was stuck indoors. "I'll make myself a cup of tea." she sighed to no-one in particular. "Just hope there are no more phone calls....." she began.

Ring-ring Ring-ring.

"Bugger!!"

*

The number 47 bus drew to a halt outside the smart well-ter do house at the end of Ash Grove. Hopping from the step, Dolly shielded her eyes from the sun as she looked for number twenty-two. She reached into her bag, fumbling for the white sheet which had the customers directions on and which would lead her to his house.

What was his name again?

Mr Rodgers.

Dressed only in a yellow top, white knee-length skirt and white slip-ons, she made her way down the rows of neatly painted white-fronted houses until she came to a stop beside a small, tidy shopfront bedecked with rows and rows of flowers of all types and persuasion wafting out a spring-meadow like aroma. She glanced to the note in her hand. Number 22. She looked up. "Flowers are Us.".....and underneath the sign - number 22.

The bell on the door ding-a-linged as she entered the shop. No one was around. "H...hello?" she called. Dolly jumped at the sound of rustling leaves as a grey haired gentleman popped his head over the pots of green ferns and perched his thick spectacles on the end of his nose.

"Ullo, can a 'elp you Miss?" he wheezed in a soft burr.

Dolly returned the smile and looked again at her note. "Oh, yes..er I'm looking for a Mister Rodgers?"

The man dropped his head slightly and stared at her over his spectacle frames with watery blue eye's. "Mr Rodgers? Who wants to know?" he asked suspiciously.

Feeling slightly flustered, Dolly wondered how much she should let on to this stranger. "Well,  I'm the lady from the er Agency, I have an er...appointment to see him this afternoon."

The man jerked upright at the mention of the word "Agency" and promptly banged his head on a hanging basket of pansies and daisies.

Oops. Dolly chewed her lower lip trying to keep a straight face as he staggered out from behind the fauna whilst rubbing his head. "Are you alright. Mr...er.." she began.

Grimacing with the pain, the gentleman extended his hand. "Rodgers...Mr Rodgers, you must be Dolly." he smiled, shaking her hand.

Oh. So he was the one who wanted to...to do those things to her. She reached into her bag, took out her leather purse and showed him the "Spanking Agency" calling card.

He peered at it. Then he stepped back and looked her up and down. He gave a low whistle. "Dolly, you look absolutely smashing my dear."

Dolly, blushing at his obvious delight and appreciation of her assets, demurred and nodded a "thank you kind sir".

He frowned for a second. "Wait while I lock up me shop, then we can go in the back and have a cuppa and a chat afor we start." With a click of the lock, a clack of the latch, he turned and showed her the way through the back of his shop.

"A cup of tea sounds wonderful Mr Rodgers." she smiled, feeling her heart starting to beat faster as the moment of her induction was fast approaching.

He turned to her. "Phahh..no more Mr Rodgers Dolly, almost all call me Benny."

She bobbed her head. "Benny it is." Turning, Dolly followed him into the back-room where she knew he was going to whack her botty.

Behind them, on the shop door a note hung.

"Closed - Staff Training."

Mr Rodgers was going to instruct this young lady on the finer art of horticulture, namely how to tend and deal with a red-hotterus bottanus stingeroucherus.

*

Mr Rodgers sat on his tatty sofa clasping his knee's as the blond haired lady wiggled her hips as she tucked her flimsy white tennis skirt around her waist, giving him an unabashed view of her bare twat sitting snugly in a flowery pair of skimpy knickers. Flowery. Very apt. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down like a demented elevator as he stared at the rounded bump of her puss.  He hadn't seen one of them in a long while. He thought back. "Must have been over ten years ago."

He was now forty-two.

Ten years.

*

Ten years since Margaret Braithwait and her hairy pie. What a woman. Sixteen stone and as cuddly as a bear. He'd nearly shot his bolt when she had slipped her panties off. Talk about hirsute. It would be like going on safari up the Amazon if he wanted to lick her flowerpot. His nobby would need a map. When she had turned around and presented him with her bare arse, he felt as if he had died and gone to heaven.

Miss Braithwait had one helluva backside with an arse crack you could park your bicycle in.Benjamin Rodgers was by now a confirmed derriere man. In his attic he had a vast collection of magazines devoted to the female rump. But his interests went one step further than mere drooling observation of a fat, fleshy, wobbly butt.

He also had the spankers urge.

To whack, wallop, slap and spank.

What else were ladies botties designed for?

On that fateful afternoon with Margaret and her gigantic bot, as she had wiggled her tush in his face, his ardour had got the better of him and he had jumped to her side, grabbed her around the waist and with his right hand had delivered a resounding wallop to her left cheek. Big mistake. Margaret had screeched like a banshee, swore like sailor, spun around and delivered a knockout right-hander to his jaw knocking him for six and slackening two of his front teeth.

He had staggered around until "Aggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" as she then planted her size ten, high heeled shoe squarely between his knackers before grabbing her clothes and flouncing out of the room with a "nobody smacks my arse and gets away with it!!"

Writhing on the floor...he had learned his lesson, never smack a woman who has a hairy hedgehog.

*

Ouch.

He remembered the pain in his nuts had lasted for days. The left one had turned black and had blown up like a balloon. Since that day, he had steered well clear of the female sex. Until he had walked into his local newsagent and surreptitiously glancing at the tasty rude magazines that adorned the top shelf, had spotted the latest issue of "Adult Monthly News" And having bought it, taken it home and discovered THAT advert.

To him, it was like manna from heaven. After two days of heart-searching and deliberation, he could stand it no more. He took the plunge and picked up his phone to call the number in the advert for the Spanking Agency.

*

"So there you go Dolly, that's why I enjoy slapping a woman's bum." he grinned as he drew the waistband of her panties down off her rounded cheeks.

"Oh, that's so interesting Benny, fancy waiting all those years to spank someone." mused Dolly as she reached up and brushed her long blond fizz away from her face.

Mr Rodgers sighed. "Yep, Margaret Braithwait was a right ball-breaker and no mistake."

Dolly started to giggle as he eased her further over his knee in order to get a better spanking swing. The moment of truth had arrived for her. Her first spanking. She thought it better that she kept her little secret from him, she was, after all there to provide a service and it was the policy of the Agency that the customers wants and wishes came first.

Benjamin Rodgers looked down at her bare bottom.

Lovely.

Smashing.

Perfect.

"Ready Dolly?" he asked with his right hand resting on the crown of her rear.

Huh? Was she ready? Her stomach was churning with nervous fear and anticipation. She felt giddy as the blood drained to her head. Rocking her hips and pelvis, she nodded. "Ready as I'll ever be Mr Rodgers."

He licked his lips as he raised his hand, bringing all his fingers together to form a solid slapper. He smiled as he saw her squeeze her cheeks together, her arse crack darkening and deepening into a thin quivering line.

Twenty hard spanks he had asked to give.

Twenty hard spanks she was going to get.

With a grunt, he slapped his hand down across the centre of both buttocks. The crack echoed around the small back-room of his shop. For a first blow.....it was a scorcher.

*

Dolly couldn't believe the sting.

Bloody hell!!

It felt like a swarm of bee's had landed on her arse and were hopping around using their stinger like a pogo-stick.

OW!!

EEK!!

UGH!!

Mr Rodgers the Florist whacked her again.

"YYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

"Oooo, sorry dear...that 'un was a mite hard...did it hurt?"

"...EEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWCCCCCHHHHHH.!!!"

Sure as hell did. Squeezing her eye's tightly shut, she arched up over his lap with her head thrown back. GOOOOODDDDDDDAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMNNNNN. It hurt. It really bloody hurt. Think of the hurtiest hurt and double it. She shook her head, trying to shake off the prickly pain that was washing right up to her skull. Her arse felt like it had grown to twice its size. Throbbing. That was the word. Funny thing was, she could hardly feel his spanks now. Just the odd "pfffstt" as his hard flesh met her soft skin.

The jarring impact, lightning flash and rumble had quickly faded into the pulsing throb which radiated out from his target. Her mind had drifted off and was floating serenely on a morphine-like cloud which was actually quite nice. She could get to like this spanking lark. Get to like it a lot. She opened her eye's, wincing and kicking as he laid in number eighteen and stared at his patchwork rug. She frowned as her body absorbed the rolling impact of the blow, the pain merging with her glowing bum.

Something occurred to her. Something....unusual.

"Wonder if he's hoovered it?"

*

Mr Rodgers pointed at her chest.

"Take your top of Dolly, I want to see your boobs."

Cheeky bugger. Still. She reached up and undid the buttons on the front of her blouse, performing a shy striptease for him as he stood in front of her with folded arm's and a winsome grin. With a deft shrug of her shoulders, she did a twirl like she was on the cat-walk.

He gave a low whistle.

Wow.

What a set of kazzoo's.

Knockers.

Jugs.

Gob-stoppers.

Titties.

Baps.

This young Miss had an outstanding pair of breasts. They sat on her petite frame like a pair of beachballs on steroids with thumb sized nipples that were designed to be sucked hard.

She placed her hands on her hips and posed for him as he leered at her, practically drooling his admiration. She decided to give him an extra treat. With a sly grin, she bent forward and vigorously shook her shoulders.

Bang.

Instant penile erection.

"Like two jellies on a plate." he gulped.

Spot on.

She laughed and stood straight again. Time was getting on. "Shall I get those things out of me bag Benny?"

What?

Things?

He was still dumfounded by her bouncing mammaries to think straight.

Oh.

Those things.

The things he'd requested.

To use on her bum.

Hmmmmmm. Difficult question that one.

"Okay....if you insist."

*

Bent as she was, she couldn't see a flipping thing.

Where was he?

More importantly...what's he going to bloody do?

She grabbed onto the cushion as she wriggled her pelvis along the back of his settee.

"Wonder what he's going to use first.?" she wondered. She was about to find out.

SSSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPP.

"Ouch." she grunted.

Ouch...that hurt.

The slipper.

What had he said?

Ten.

Five on each cheek.

"Okay Dolly, you can handle thaaAAAAAAAOOWWCHH!!!!!" she screeched.

OW....maybe not.

For the next three minutes with slow deliberation, Mr Rodgers belted her bright red bum with the leather slipper.

*

No question about it.

Her arse was in a serious state. It wasn't sore. It had gone waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay beyond being sore. It had gone a funny sort of numb. He'd belted her hard. Very hard. Hard enough for him to break a sweat. After he had delivered number ten, he had left the room.

"Where's he gone now?" she thought to herself as she felt tears beginning to flow. She glanced up.

OH HECK.

Ooooo....that looks fucking awful. She lowered her arms into the seat of the settee and eased herself up a little. "Wh...how...wow Mr Rodgers, I shan't be able to feel my arse tomorrow if ye hit is with that bloody thing!!" she whispered, staring at the instrument in his hand.

Mr Rodgers just smiled. "Naughty girls shouldn't be naughty Dolly."

Her eyes followed him as he went around her until he disappeared behind her raised backside.

Ooooooo heck.

He wasn't....not after he'd spanked and slippered her.!!

Dolly was wrong.

He was.

He did.

Dolly screamed, howled and cursed blue, bloody murder as her client whaled the shit out of her swollen bum with the tawse.

FUCKING YEOWCH!!

*

Dolly gave an extra long suck as she felt his cock twitch in her mouth. Here it comes!! With her cheeks hollowed with the effort, she awaited his eruption feeling the tell-tale rumble down the track. She heard him grunt and saw his toe's curl. She reached under him and cupped his hairy balls. Hmmm...lovely.

He reached down in his thrall and sank both hands into her yellow hair, holding on tight as she sucked the spunk out of his knob-end. His first spurt was just a teensy-weensy dribble, a watery sap that flowed between her teeth. She had figured since he was getting on in years, he wouldn't have much juice in his nuts.

Er.

Wrong.

Blimey.

Spurts two, three, four AND five were copious and made her gag with surprise. With a squeak, she looked up and saw him with a cheesy grin on his face as he emptied himself into her mouth. Fun, fun...spuuuuuunnky fun. She had to swallow. As she did, another orgasmic jerk flooded his loins. He slammed his dick forward and shoved it right down her throat. Urgh. His yeasty slime drooled down her tract as she ended up with a face full of fuzz.

He gripped her head and fucked her face as the last of his seed spewed out.

"Hurry up, I can't bleeding well breathe!!" her mind screamed.

No worries. With a loud groan, he slumped back against the shower wall muttering "thank you's" to her.

Catching her breath, she coughed making a face at the cummy taste in her mouth. She licked her lips. Hmmm...she'd tasted worse. Kneeling back she looked up at him, seeing that he was gathering his wits again. She was nearly finished. She had done all the things he had requested on his list.

All...except one.

Better get ready.

She hadn't done this before.

She never thought she WOULD do it...never in a million years.

But the Agency had its reputation to uphold.

Its good name was first and foremost.

She watched as he reached down and cupped her chin.

"Dolly, that..that was so wonderful...now, can I ...you know, would you grant my last request." he whispered.

He was asking HER?

What a gentleman.

How could she refuse such a nice man?

She nodded.

"Good girl, now close your eyes and open wide." he instructed her as he stepped forward.

She squeezed her eye's shut, opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue

Waiting.

Waiting for his...

"Say aaaggggggh!!" he chuckled.

Urgh.

Mr Rodgers began to urinate all over her face.

*

Dolly looked up as her boss came in.

"Hello Miss Malone, had a nice day?" she asked sweetly.

Molly shook off her long black coat and hung it on the stand. She stretched and yawned. "Not to bad Dolly, just a boring meeting with the solicitor, how about you....I bet you've been twiddling your thumbs with all the girls out on assignment."

Er.

Ah.

Dolly blushed brightly.

Should she?

She decided to keep her little adventure to herself..................after all how do you you explain to your boss that you spent the afternoon being peed on?

*

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