Here us a story. Not fact ( yet)
I spend a lovely holiday in North Wales, but the time had come to go home. I board the train in a small station and find my seat. I was the only passenger on the platform and it appears the train itself is not very busy either.
I settle myself down with my phone and decide to log into zity.
The conductor walks through and checks my ticket. As I put my phone down on the table to fish my ticket out of my purse I see the conductor's eyes drift down to my phone and I begin to blush as I realise he recognizes the site I had been looking at. I hand my ticket over, he says all is in order, and wishes me a pleasant journey.
My pussy starts to purr gently at the thought of what he did or did not see and what he must be thinking of me if he did indeed realized what I was reading.
A little later the refreshments cart comes along and even though my phone is now safely closed the chap glances towards my phone as he asks if I would like anything from the trolley. Am I imagining this eyes boring into me? Are his eyes resting on my breasts or am I just being over sensitive after my little faux pas from earlier.
The train starts to get a little busier and than I am on my own again. I am travelling to the end of the line so am not worried about this.
But than the conductor is back. He walks slowly towards me and hands me a note.
He grins and than walks away again.
I open the note and gasp.
I says “ secret-sub I think we all know what a naughty girl you have been, therefore you have 5 minutes to remove your panties, and sit on your knees in front of your seat.
My pussy is now wet and I have butterflies in my tummy. I wonder if I should walk through the train to see if there is anyone nearby to “ shield" me but deep down I already know that I will obey.
I slowly pull down my black panties and put them in my handbag. I feel very self conscious as I get down on my knees in front of my seat.
I sit there in my flowery dress. The hem of my dress reaches just to the floor in this position, somehow I end up putting my hands on my head and wait. I hear the compartment door opening and hear 2 men talking. Look says the first, she really is a submissive little slut isn’t she.
The other man, laughs and than sits on the seat behind me. I am ordered to position myself across his lap.
The first man sits on the seat I was sitting on before and watches as John, slowly strokes the back of my legs, reaching up a little higher with each stroke. Eventually he lifts up my dress and exposes my bottom to the air, and the prying eyes of his colleague.
My brain has only just registered how embarrassed I am before the first smack lands on my right buttock. Automatically I say “ thank you sir"
Both men laugh at this show of submission and order me to count every one of the dozen smacks.
Than it is the other man's turn I get up and lay myself across his lap and count another dozen smacks.
My pussy is now very wet, my nipples rock hard and my bottom very red.
After the dozen smacks I am aware that John has got up and is running his fingers teasingly along the inside of my legs till his fingers find my soaking pussy. The two men discuss just how wet I am and start fingering me. First with one finger but slowly John adds another finger than a third till at last he has his first buried in my wet hole.
He slowly starts moving his fist up and down. I can not help but moan with pleasure.
John's colleague gets up and takes his phone out. I hear a few clicks and know he is taking pictures of me and the humiliation I am enduring.
Just as I am desperate to cum he abruptly removes his fist and orders me to kneel in front of him.
John’s colleague says he best goes and steer the train and we are approaching the station and he best take over from the apprentice. John orders me to lick his wrist and fingers clean
After I finished cleaning my juices from his hand. John helps me up and as we reach the end station helps me down off the train and whispers “ you should be more careful what you read on the train in future.