{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"36c16011-f160-44d8-8212-a547ccd167c1","seriesId":"f396c8b9-dc3b-49a9-825b-e0041c07ed75","seriesName":"The Continuing Adventures of Lisa James","currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2018-09-25T15:58:55.253Z","title":"The Continuing Adventures Of Lisa James: Something For The Weekend?","slug":"the-continuing-adventures-of-lisa-james-something-for-the-weekend","shortId":"eoU7fKp1","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Novella","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Lisa experiences a horribly humiliating weekend when her young niece Holly comes to stay. Mrs Henderson, Lisa’s cruel landlady, shows Holly what a submissive slut her aunt really is by forcing Lisa to endure a series of excruciatingly embarrassing, and painful, situations.","partCount":8,"parts":[{"partId":"e7f156c0-56fb-420e-b3f5-05c9902a1147","title":null,"summary":"\n\nChapter one: A wonderful surprise\n\n It was a","wordCount":3771,"readTime":19,"number":1,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"4af169db-afdd-4788-ba3b-02e487902ad4","title":null,"summary":"\n\nChapter two: An intimate evening\n\n “You dirt","wordCount":3645,"readTime":18,"number":1,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"3a1310ca-0cc7-4417-9720-a4addf86d5bd","title":null,"summary":"\n\nChapter three: An unbearable morning\n\n On Su","wordCount":4903,"readTime":25,"number":2,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"f65d8c93-e265-4306-95c4-4073e632e4ad","title":null,"summary":"\n\nChapter four: A visit to the park\n\n Lisa wat","wordCount":3817,"readTime":19,"number":3,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"9d557e13-d4d7-4c3c-aed2-5faea77d1568","title":null,"summary":"\n\nChapter five: A tender bottom\n\n Timothy Coop","wordCount":4782,"readTime":24,"number":4,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"97a0a366-1786-4800-b87a-ffe046d74ab6","title":null,"summary":"\n\nChapter six: A very wet morning\n\n When Holly","wordCount":3833,"readTime":19,"number":5,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"70741c4e-4172-4cdb-928e-320b2d53b4fb","title":null,"summary":"\n\nChapter seven: Is she sitting comfortably?\n\n ","wordCount":4145,"readTime":21,"number":6,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"8bf8efef-64d4-45aa-8e55-1b244519d316","title":null,"summary":"\n\nChapter 8: A sting in the tale\n\n Christine Cooper ","wordCount":4928,"readTime":25,"number":7,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"\n\n

Chapter one: A wonderful surprise

It was a wonderful surprise...the train actually arrived on time!

When Holly saw her aunt she immediately began to wave excitedly. Lisa James waved back as her pretty eighteen-year-old niece walked out of the station entrance and hurried across the car park towards her. She couldn’t help noticing the confident sway of the girl’s hips and the bounce of her full breasts. Her little niece had certainly grown up a lot since the last time she’d seen her.

It didn’t take long to drive to Lisa’s lodgings. The detached house she shared with her landlady, Mrs Henderson, was only a few miles from the station. It occupied a position midway down a very pleasant tree-lined avenue in the quietest part of the small town. She parked in the driveway then lifted Holly’s bag from the boot. Unbeknownst to most of Lisa’s friends and colleagues it wasn’t just a home that she shared with the older woman, but also a rather unusual relationship. A relationship that Lisa preferred to keep well hidden from prying eyes...although prying eyes were something she was having to get used to on a regular basis!

A vase of fresh flowers sat on the bedside table in the guest room, their delicate perfume pervading the air. The curtains had been drawn wide to allow the summer sunshine to flood in. Holly liked the room as soon as she saw it. After quickly unpacking she joined her aunt downstairs and a few moments later they were heading eagerly into town. The rest of the afternoon they spent shopping and laughing together like a pair of over-excited schoolgirls. Holly had always idolised her youthful aunt and being invited to stay with her, even for a few days, had been a wonderful surprise.

That evening Lisa introduced Holly to Mrs Henderson and the three of them visited an Italian restaurant that her landlady particularly favoured. They all agreed that both the food and wine were quite excellent. Throughout the meal Holly appeared to get on really well with the older woman and although Lisa was pleased by this, she also found it slightly worrying…

On the Saturday morning after a sumptuous cooked breakfast they left Mrs Henderson, who had plans of her own, and headed to the local swimming pool. Lunchtime saw them ensconced in a rather upmarket wine bar where, unsurprisingly, they attracted a fair amount of male attention. Refreshed and refuelled they once again spent the afternoon perusing designer clothes in a variety of fashionable stores. It was a little after a quarter to six when, chattering and giggling, they stumbled through Mrs Henderson’s front door. The selection of bags they carried were clear evidence of Lisa’s “spoiling” of her young niece. Wonderful aroma’s drifted from behind the kitchen door.

“I told you Mrs H was a good cook,” said Lisa, her mouth already watering.

“I bet she’s gone to lots of trouble for us.” Once showered and dressed they went down to dinner and, as Lisa had predicted, the food was absolutely delicious.

Having eaten their fill and finished off two bottles of wine Holly insisted on clearing the dishes and together with Lisa did the washing up. Once that was done and they were slumped contentedly in the lounge Mrs Henderson made a pot of coffee. It was then that Lisa received the first of a series of unpleasant heart-stopping surprises…

“I do hope your aunt has been keeping you entertained?” said the smiling landlady as she carefully put her coffee cup down.

“Oh yes Mrs Henderson,” said Holly, “I’ve been having a lovely time.”

“Do call me Jean my dear. Well you won’t know this but your aunt entertains me as well?” The smile on Lisa’s face disappeared in a flash, her cheeks immediately growing hot as the older woman turned towards her.

“Sit up straight girl you look like a bag of potatoes!” Lisa could feel her niece staring at her. Oh please no! Please not with Holly here! As she sat up straighter and pulled her shoulders back her heart began to hammer uncontrollably.

“You see Holly your aunt can be a dirty little girl at times and she needs me to keep her in order. Isn’t that right Lisa?” Lisa nodded reluctantly keeping her eyes downcast, unable to meet the astonished gaze of her niece.

“In fact when she’s naughty she has her bottom spanked don’t you young lady?” Again Lisa nodded as humiliation turned her blushing cheeks a darker shade of red. Mrs Henderson looked at the eighteen-year-old girl who was staring in shock at her now obviously shaking aunt and smiled.

“Go and wait in position at the top of the stairs. I’ll be there in a minute.” Lisa looked up into the older woman’s grinning face. She knew what the word “position” implied.

“Well hurry up it’ll soon be your bedtime!”

Lisa literally scampered from the room unable to raise her eyes from the carpet. She wanted to curl up and die. How could Mrs Henderson be so horrid? The humiliation of being spoken to as though she was a child was always demeaning, but in front of her own niece it was simply dreadful. Holly was staying until Tuesday morning. What on earth did her landlady have planned? She began to tremble violently at the thought of what she might be forced to do over the next two and a half days…

Standing naked at the top of the stairs with her hands on her head and her elbows pulled back was a “position” that Lisa knew well. Mrs Henderson often made her stand that way when they were expecting visitors. Once invited in the guests were inevitably treated to an unobstructed view of Lisa’s nudity. And then, with her boobs wobbling and everything on show, she was always made to come down the stairs and introduce herself whilst standing embarrassingly exposed to their interested eyes. She shivered uncontrollably as memories of strangers seeing her private places flooded her mind. There had been one truly terrible occasion when she’d been made to curtsey to two young boys whose ball had landed in Mrs Henderson’s back garden. Totally naked she’d been forced to fetch it whilst the horrid teenagers followed her through the house, ogling her bare bum and boobs and pussy with obvious glee. The memory of their eyes and grins made her face burn.

An almost interminable fifteen minutes later when she heard foot falls in the hall her nervousness suddenly intensified. Shame faced she stood to attention as Mrs Henderson looked her up and down. The landlady laughed gaily at the younger woman’s embarrassment. She couldn’t help noticing how hard the dark nipples already appeared to be. They were jutting out quite rudely.

“In there and get your gym kit on. I think Holly’s going to enjoy seeing you exercised, don’t you?” As she went into her room Lisa’s stomach started to churn.

“And if you don’t perform well we’ll have to punish you.” Jean Henderson gave her trembling lodger a beaming smile, loving the way the girl blushed so prettily.

Obviously not designed to contain the ample charms of a 27 year old office manager the tiny cut-off vest barely covered the large mounds that strained against it. Lisa’s erect nipples produced two very noticeable points in the thin cotton. Mrs Henderson had hemmed the vest so that the lower curves of her submissive playthings full breasts were only just hidden. If Lisa lifted her arms above her head or even moved quickly her heavy globes would inevitably be displayed to anyone present. Matched to this was a short skirt beneath which Lisa was completely bare. She’d known she wouldn’t be allowed any knickers. Training shoes and white ankle socks completed the outfit. Standing nervously in front of her landlady her cheeks suddenly bloomed with heat as she felt a telltale trickle of wetness escape her pussy.

“Holly is going to help me discipline you. We’ve had a little talk about your disgusting behaviour and I’m going to give her free reign where you’re concerned.” Jean Henderson laughed at the look of absolute horror covering Lisa’s face.

“Well come on you don’t want to keep your new Mistress waiting!” With her heart beating wildly Lisa stumbled unsteadily down the stairs behind the older woman.

When they entered the lounge Holly immediately turned to look directly at her. Lisa couldn’t help noticing that her nieces’ face was much pinker than it had been a short time earlier and that her eyes were alive with excitement. Quickly she looked away and refocused her gaze onto the carpet. The furniture had been moved back leaving a clear space in the middle of the room.

“Go and stand in front of your Mistress,” said Mrs Henderson sitting down in an armchair.

“I’m sure she wants to have a closer look at you.” Lisa did as she was told horribly aware of her nieces’ eyes following her every move.

“Holly and I have agreed that because of your uppity and patronising manner she’s going to help me deal with you over the next few days. Have you got anything to say?” Both women laughed delightedly at the worried look that flashed across Lisa’s very red face as she slowly shook her head.

“First you’re going to show her how we keep you fit. I’m sure she’ll find it amusing.” Lisa said nothing.

“Before we start go and fetch a chair. No doubt we’ll be needing it later if your usual lack of effort is anything to go by. Hurry up!”

Once Lisa had returned with one of the heavy chairs from the dining room Mrs Henderson told her to put it down. It made an audible thump as it hit the floor. She looked desperately into the smiling face of her landlady hoping that some glimmer of pity would show itself. Of course it was a futile hope.

“Well what are you waiting for girl?” said the older woman harshly. Lisa knew what she was expected to do. She stood to one side of the chair and self-consciously began to march on the spot in front of the interested women. Mrs Henderson immediately told her to go faster.

“Don’t look at the carpet all the time you little tart, we want to see your face.” With her cheeks burning Lisa looked up into the excited features of her audience. As instructed she quickened her pace. Doing so caused her breasts to bounce and jiggle beneath the little top, the lower curves slipping into view at almost every step. Her already thorn-like nipples grew painfully hard as they slid back and forth against the thin material and within moments she was starting to perspire. It had been warm in the room to begin with and she’d just eaten a meal. As she marched she was acutely aware of the short skirt flicking up at both front and back. If she went any faster she’d start to show what was underneath. As she caught Holly’s eye she realised that exactly the same thought had just crossed the young girls mind! Blushing intensely she tried her best to save what shred of modesty she still possessed by only lifting her feet a short distance from the floor. Mrs Henderson was quick to notice.

“Stand still! What on earth do you think you’re doing?” The older woman’s tone was threatening making Lisa gnaw at her lower lip nervously.

“I suppose you think you’re being clever. If a couple of boys were sitting here I’ve no doubt you’d be quite happy to show them everything you’ve got! Well?” Lisa shook her head quickly, her cheeks flaming.

“Lift your skirt, right up you little slut!” It was an order.

Shaking uncontrollably Lisa took hold of the tiny skirts hem. She couldn’t believe this was going to happen. That she was going to be made to display her pussy to her young niece. Screwing her eyes tightly shut she swallowed hard then slowly lifted the edge of the skirt to her waist. Her heart hammered in her chest. She heard a slight gasp from Holly as the girl saw for the first time the smooth shaven mound that sat between the tightly clamped thighs of her beautiful aunt.

“Look at us girl and stop standing like that. Open your legs properly!” snapped Mrs Henderson sternly. Lisa reluctantly opened her eyes and even more reluctantly eased her legs apart. In doing so she exposed the pink-lipped slit beneath the curve of her belly. The sensitive knob of her clitoris was already threatening to poke out from its covering, she could feel it throbbing, and she knew her pussy lips were shiny with her own secretions. Being made to show her private places to others filled her with shame but the humiliation of the exposure was always accompanied by a wave of excitement. She noted the look of amusement on her landlady’s face and the satisfied smile playing at the corners of her mouth. In contrast Holly’s cheeks were growing redder by the minute. The tip of the girl’s tongue kept darting out to lick at her lips as she studied the exposed vulval opening being displayed only inches in front of her face. It wasn’t difficult for Lisa to recognise the growing sexual tension in the girl. She blushed even more deeply at the thought of what her young niece was looking at.

“As you can see Holly I keep your aunt clean shaven. It helps with her personal hygiene but also makes it easier for me to tell if she’s been a dirty girl. One of the worst problems I have is that she seems unable to stop touching herself, even in front of strangers. Your fingers are always busy aren’t they you little tart?” Lisa’s cheeks burned. She suddenly squealed as her landlady’s hand swung out and smacked the top of one of her thighs.

“Ooooowwwwww!” Lisa jerked to the side as the sting penetrated her skin, her boobs wobbling uncontrollably beneath the tiny vest. Holly’s eyes bulged with disbelief as a red handprint gradually outlined itself on the trembling flesh.

“Stand still!”

Mrs Henderson began to slap each leg in turn.

“Smack!”

“Ooouch! Ooooh!”

“Slap! I said stand still!”

“Oooooeeeeeooowww!” Lisa rolled her hips from side to side as the tops of her thighs grew scarlet from the hard smacks. Fearful of what might happen if she let go of the little skirt she kept its hem held tightly to her waist. The dreadful embarrassment of having to show herself to her niece combined with the stinging from having her legs smacked was almost too awful to bear. She began to sob. She couldn’t help it. Nevertheless as she jerked under the stinging slaps she made sure her pussy stayed bare for them throughout. She was gasping for breath and tears were welling up in the corners of her eyes by the time the older woman was satisfied. Mrs Henderson pulled her closer, reached out and ran her fingers over the denuded pubic mound, ignoring the sobs and gasps that came from the trembling girl. Roughly she pulled the soft flesh back and forth causing the pink slit to gape open. Lisa squirmed and wriggled as the woman’s fingertips slid between her labial folds and urged her clitoral bud from beneath its hood. She could feel Holly’s eyes greedily consuming each and every detail of what was happening.

“I think you need to see Mr Blake my girl. You’ve got some fuzz growing by the feel of it.” Lisa swallowed nervously and tried her best to stand still as her clitoris throbbed wildly under the older woman’s teasing ministrations.

Mr Blake was Mrs Henderson’s friend who lived next door. He was in his sixties and surprisingly good looking for his age. He knew Lisa very well indeed. In fact he knew her intimately. He’d been examining and touching her at least once a week from the very first day she’d moved in. Every time Mrs Henderson thought Lisa’s pussy hair was growing back she was sent next door. It was Mr Blake who kept her “properly” shaved, as Mrs H liked to call it. The embarrassment of having him inspect and shave her pussy was bad enough but he did other things as well. Horrible things! Her heart thumped in her chest as she realised that Mrs Henderson would certainly send Holly along with her, so that the young girl could watch. Involuntarily her bum hole clenched with dread.

“Now this time do it properly, get your legs up!”

Lisa began marching on the spot again but this time she lifted her knees up high. She didn’t want to give Mrs Henderson even the slightest excuse to punish her again. At each step the skirt rode up and exposed everything between her legs. She was told to turn around and keep marching. The short skirt did little to hide the womanly curves of her churning behind. Holly was beside herself with excitement, her pussy growing wetter and wetter as she watched the rhythmic bouncing of the almost bare bottom cheeks. Her aunt’s submission to Mrs Henderson was proving to be, without doubt, the biggest surprise of her young life. Even more surprising was the effect it was having on her. She felt dizzy with desire, almost panting! The gap between her legs was soaking, she could feel it, and as she squeezed her thighs together a thrill of pure pleasure shot directly into the depths of her belly.

“Star-jumps.” Lisa immediately began to perform star-jumps. She knew better than to show any defiance to her grinning landlady. Executing each jump caused her boobs to wobble and jiggle wildly. They began to hurt. After only a few such jumps the little top started to slide up and within seconds it was bunched up above her now completely exposed bouncing globes. Lisa didn’t dare to pull it down so continued to show the softly laughing women her hard nipples as they jumped and pointed in all directions.

“Right young lady now that you’ve warmed up you’d better do some stretching. Take your top off it’ll only get in the way.” Once the little top was gone Lisa stood in front of them nervously twisting her fingers together.

“Before she starts Holly would you like to examine her? She’ll do exactly as she’s told, if she knows what’s good for her.” The young girl nodded enthusiastically.

“Stand here and keep your skirt out of the way,” said Mrs Henderson, pointing to a spot directly in front of Holly. Swallowing noisily Lisa edged forwards and lifted her skirt once more to her waist. She blushed intensely as her big boobs stuck out towards them, her flint like nipples only inches from Holly’s excited face. Hesitantly a hand reached out and gently slid across her exposed stomach. Lisa gasped and jerked at even this slight contact then moaned as the mound of her pussy was cupped intimately by her young niece. Trembling fingers explored the wet lipped slit but quickly grew bolder, their tips pushing the delicate folds apart.

“T..T..Turn around.” It was the first time Holly had spoken directly to her aunt. Her voice sounded nervous and husky, as if she had a dry throat. Lisa listened but didn’t register what was being said, her head was spinning with humiliation and she was feeling really confused. She jumped with shock and almost fell when a hand suddenly slapped viciously into the side of one of her already sore thighs.

“I said turn around!” This time the order was delivered with much more confidence. Jean Henderson noted the almost immediate change in the young girl’s demeanour and smiled gleefully. Catching Holly’s eye she was rewarded with a dazzling smile. The girl was going to prove most entertaining.

“Take off your skirt.” Lisa did as she was told. She was shaking uncontrollably, a mixture of fear, embarrassment and arousal threatening to overwhelm her.

“Goodness Jean I see what you mean. She’s got a very fat bottom.” Lisa visibly shrivelled at the mocking words from her niece. Her face flamed anew.

“Bend over girl. I know you want to show me what you’ve got.” Holly giggled again. She couldn’t help herself. Lisa slowly bent keeping her knees tightly pressed together. Mrs Henderson immediately barked at her.

“Are you trying to annoy us you little bitch? Get your legs spread now!” Lisa quickly shuffled her feet apart.

“That’s better now hold yourself open so we can see properly. I know you’re enjoying every minute of this.” Cringing inwardly Lisa reached behind and grasped a bum cheek in each hand then pulled them wide apart. Mrs Henderson joined Holly on the settee, both of them laughing loudly at the display the 27 year old was making of herself. Nothing was hidden from view now. The swollen split peach of Lisa’s vagina and the tight brown rosebud of her anus were both lewdly exhibited for their inspection. It wasn’t long in coming. The young girl began poking and pulling at both openings. Lisa groaned as eager fingers pinched her clitoral stub then gasped as the tips of two digits forced themselves into her bumhole. Moaning loudly she almost buckled at the knees as they penetrated more deeply, painfully stretching the entrance to her rectal passageway.

“Reacts like a little slut doesn’t she?” said the grinning older woman. Holly nodded as the straining ring of muscle grasped her fingers tightly. There was an almost audible “plop” as she pulled them free. Lisa’s cry was tinged with both discomfort and anguish as she sank unceremoniously to the floor.

“Get up and stop making such a fuss! Running on the spot, get on with it.” Lisa felt horribly hot. Her head was spinning as she started jogging where she stood. At once she could feel the now swollen lips of her pussy rubbing slickly back and forth. Her face burned as she detected the tell tale aroma of her own excitement filling the air. Both women watched with interest as the physical attributes of their “plaything” bounced and swung most erotically. Lisa’s boobs and the cheeks of her bottom began to perform an almost identical rhythmical dance. Suddenly she became aware of a stickiness seeping from the slit of her pussy. They’d notice in a minute. Oh God No! Please don’t let them see!

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