That Saturday morning, Dot and I did not rise very early. We both wanted to be well rested by the time our young visitor would arrive. We decided not to make any specific plans for Lisa's arrival, agreeing that it would be best to let matters take their course. The morning was spent in dressing gowns, with the papers and plenty of good coffee. After a light lunch we strolled down to the shops to get some provisions. In the afternoon we spent a bit of time relaxing in the garden, enjoying the fresh air, and soon enough it was time to start getting ready. I made a good corned beef hash. Yes I know it's cheap, but it is very tasty and it does not spoil with keeping; for some reason I had the idea there might be a delay in sitting down to dinner.
Dot and I shared a relaxing hot bath together, and then she took herself off to get ready, telling me that I should not expect to see her again until Lisa arrived -- another surprise for me, and Lisa as well, she hoped. "Bring Lisa to the main bedroom, tell her to knock on the door, and wait. Perhaps you could give her a preliminary warm-up, if you understand my meaning!" Dot was also going to try a little roll-play, she explained.
In due time there was a knock at the front door, and I let Lisa in. She was wearing a long black coat, and she handed me a bag, saying this was her contribution -- a couple of bottles of "Bardolino Classico" -- she had clearly been talking to Dot about plans for the weekend ahead.
"I'll open one of these," I said, heading for the kitchen, "If you would like to take off your coat and hang it up" -- there were some hangers in the hallway -- "The lounge is there," I said pointing towards the open door.
I opened a bottle and left it to stand for a while. I went into the lounge. "Wow!" I said to Lisa, "You look really beautiful. Come, let me welcome you properly!" I held out my open arms and she came to me; we kissed, a warm and gentle lingering kiss. She was wearing a black dress, as I had requested, a long plain dress that revealed little apart from her slim youthful figure, but nevertheless she did look absolutely stunning, with her hair up and discrete makeup. For a young women with a supposed submissive streak, she looked the epitome of style and poise; natural dignity.
I allowed my hands to stray down and cup her buttocks, pulling her into my already stiffening erection. She put her arms around my neck and we kissed more passionately.
"I never thought I would say something like this to anybody, Lisa, but you really do have the most spankable bottom. I hope you've been a naughty girl!"
"Oh, I think I might have - Daddy." She was in little girl mode again, though I was not sure about the incestuous connotation of what she called me. I questioned the use of the term, and she said it was just between us on these "special occasions," so I thought I had better allow it.
"I'm sorry I didn't ask, Daddy. Are you going to spank me?"
I did not say anything, but went to the settee and sat down, pointing to my lap. Lisa got the message and came and laid herself across my lap. "Oo, Daddy, I can feel something hard," she giggled, "I think you must be pleased to see me." Indeed I was, very!
"Lisa, you really are a naughty and mischievous girl!" I said, and without further ado spanked her a dozen times soundly across her beautiful arse.
"Thank you for spanking me Daddy, I needed that," she said, "I won't be naughty again, not for a while, anyway...."
"Come," I said, taking her hand and raising her up, "Let's go and find Dot. I think you had better call her 'Mistress' "
I took her to the main bedroom, and told her to knock at the door. An authoritative voice said, "Only naughty girls may come in. Is there one there?"
"I think so," I said, "In fact I had to spank her already this evening."
"Very well. Open the door" A new Dot was standing in the middle of the room, legs apart. She had on a black leather basque with low cut cups that displayed her ample breasts, with already erect nipples, black stockings and suspenders, long boots and gloves. To make things "worse" she was not wearing knickers, and had shaved off her pubic hair, so her labia, pink and already moist with anticipation, were clearly visible.
"Oh, Dot!" I gasped.
"No men may enter at the present time," instructed Dot, "Though they may stand in the doorway and watch. Lisa, you may enter, but you will only speak when spoken to, do you understand"
Lisa nodded her assent, and I realised that she was in fact still gripping my hand, but very tightly.
"Very well, Child, enter. Come and stand in front of me."
"Yes, Mistress."
"I did not say you could speak. Take off your dress. Turn to face the man while you do so, as the sight may be of interest to him." Dot is quite good at understatement. "I want to see if your bottom is nice and red from your spanking."
Lisa turned towards me and reached back to undo the zip of her dress, letting it fall to the floor, looking down demurely as she did so. I was again stunned by her beauty -- those lovely long legs were encased in black silk stockings, and she wore a minimal suspender belt, with sheer black see-through thong and bra. Talk about dressing (or is that undressing?) to kill -- I was certainly dying for it! I was by now sporting a decent sized trouser bulge.
"Ah," said Dot, "I see that the man has something that may be of use to us presently. Now turn and look me up and down, Child."
"You seem to be blushing, Child. Is it because you are exposed to an older women?"
"No, Mistress."
"Why then, Child?"
"Wicked thoughts have entered my mind, Mistress."
"Be specific, Child"
"I am fascinated by your -- uh -- your -- uh - shaven - uh...." And she started to cry as she had in my office, "I can't say it Mistress, it is not becoming for a young innocent to use such language. It's too embarrassing."
