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There is time for everything. When it was time for passion, Stanley forgot all inhibitions and did as his flesh led him. To him, passion must be explored to the fullest, regardless of with whom.
The story contains explicit sex scenes.



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Esther was a spoilt child. She was an eighteen-year old well-nourished spoilt child, but a spoilt child all the same. She did not really mean to be a spoilt child, but she really disliked being told what to do.

She particularly disliked being told what to do by her mother's lover. Her father (well, actually, her step-father) was a nice guy who had inherited her as a dependent by virtue of being with her mother. He just had different ideas on raising children, particularly a teen daughter, than her mother did.

As far as Esther could tell, her mother's idea of raising children was to just let them do whatever they wanted to do as long as it did not interfere with her doing whatever she wanted to do, which was to go to club a lot and avoid making any decisions.

Stanley's ideas of raising children seemed to include a lot of restrictions, rules and disapproving of the friends Esther chose to hang out with.

Esther knew he meant well but she had a wild streak in her that probably came from her mother. So overall, although she liked him most of the time, she did not like him much when he laid on the discipline.

His discipline usually involved sending her to her room and not allowing her to go out, although once he completely lost his temper, threw her over his knee and gave her three quick slaps across her bum.

Although she was wearing jeans at the time, it stung like the dickens and once, after smoking some marijuana she and her friends managed to buy, she had imagined Stanley spanking her in her school uniform skirt.



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In her fantasy her skirt had ridden up until her white panties were exposed and her bum had jiggled and wiggled as he spanked her. In her fantasy, Stanley had not stopped at three spanks either. He had given her ten or more good solid smacks and when he was done he had rubbed her bum gently with his open palm over her panties. He had rubbed her as he explained to her in gentle tones how he hated having to punish her like this and how he never wanted to do it again.

Esther had shaken herself out of that fantasy completely taken aback at the vividness of it. What surprised her most was how wet she was from the fantasy. Her panties were completely soaked and she thanked goodness that she was wearing jeans that night; otherwise her friends might have caught the aroma of her wet pussy emanating from beneath her skirt.

Esther thought she could smell it herself, but being high, she wasn't really sure. Luckily her friends never noticed it; at least they never said anything about it.

One thing that had changed after having that fantasy was that, although she had grown used to wearing a pair of cute shorts over her panties and under her uniform skirt, she had begun wearing just the panties under her skirt, the way most of her friends did. In fact, the next time she went shopping for underwear, her selections had been more brief than anything she had worn before that time.

She reconciled the change in style as part of growing up. Gone were the conservative white cotton panties; now she frequently wore smaller finely-cut panties and even a thong or two from time to time, although she did wear the white cotton panties on occasion.

The school uniform she used to wear certainly flattered Esther. She was about five foot four and had been blessed with a petite frame. Her breasts were small, a 34 B-cup but were topped with small bright red nipples that reminded her of strawberries when they were hard.

Esther never liked her own body very much. She wasn't as thin as her friend Onome. Onome weighed just over 50 kilograms and could fit into clothes that Esther could only dream of. Onome's body was as slim as slim could get. Her figure reminded Esther of many of the singers and actors she saw on television all the time.

They were all so thin and she often dreamed she could be as thin as they were.

When Esther looked at her own tits, she told herself that her friend Oyin had much bigger tits. Oyin's chest at 36C was very big compared to just about every other girl in their school. She was even bigger than some of the teachers. Oyin's figure too was much curvier than Esther's. Esther had watched Oyin from behind once while she was walking away and was amazed at the wiggle she produced.

Esther had tried to catch glimpses of herself walking from behind at times but that was virtually impossible. She was much too shy about it to ask any of her friends whether she wiggled when she walked or not. She reasoned then that her wiggle could not possibly be as good as Oyin's.

The only section of her own body that Esther thought was better than any of her friends' was her bum. Round and firm, she thought it looked good regardless of which panties she wore or whether she was wearing jeans or a skirt. She frequently admired it in the mirror after a shower, though sometimes when she did, thoughts of
Stanley's hand slapping her there drifted into her mind.

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The only section of her own body that Esther thought was better than any of her friends' was her bum. Round and firm, she thought it looked good regardless of which panties she wore or whether she was wearing jeans or a skirt.

She frequently admired it in the mirror after a shower, though sometimes when she did, thoughts of Stanley's hand slapping her there drifted into her mind.

Each time that happened she would push those thoughts out of her head with a force of would. She also told herself those thoughts made her angry.

That's what she told herself, even though her pussy usually became wet when she thought about that incident; particularly the part where he rubbed his hand gently over her white cotton panties.

Sometimes she remembered him rubbing over her panties as part of what had really happened and had to mentally correct herself each time.
When she got high it was virtually impossible to separate the events in her fantasy from the events of the actual spanking.

Her mental state would drift wildly from intense anger at Stanley to an indescribable sense of pleasure as she imagined his hand sliding gently over her bum. For this reason, when she knew she and her friends were going to get high, she always wore jeans, just to make sure that her excitement would not become apparent to any of her friends.

Stanley did not think too much about Esther, although he had noticed when she brought home the finely-cut panties from the store. He could not help but notice because she had showed them to her mother when she got home.

Esther had been extremely pleased with her purchase but her mother just grunted something unintelligible when Esther showed her the new lingerie. Stanley had seen the incident from the other room and felt sorry for Esther upon seeing Funmi's unemotional response.

He had moved in with Funmi against his own better judgment five years ago just after he had turned thirty and he had mostly regretted it ever since. Funmi was not a very good girlfriend.

She nagged most of the time and she slept on the couch three or more nights a week, so it was pretty obvious what her thoughts on sex with Stanley were.

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Stanley did not think too much about Esther, although he had noticed when she brought home the finely-cut panties from the store. He could not help but notice because she had showed them to her mother when she got home. Esther had been extremely pleased with her purchase but her mother just grunted something unintelligible when Esther showed her the new lingerie. Stanley had seen the incident from the other room and felt sorry for Esther upon seeing Funmi's unemotional response.

He had moved in with Funmi against his own better judgment five years ago just after he had turned thirty and he had mostly regretted it ever since. Funmi was not a very good girlfriend. She nagged most of the time and she slept on the couch three or more nights a week, so it was pretty obvious what her thoughts on sex with Stanley were.

Recently she had taken to going to club; a lot! She went at least four or five times a week. When she did go, she would stay all night. The first session was at 7:30. The next was at 10:00. The final session started at 1 a.m. and did not finish until after 3.am. As a result, Stanley stayed home alone a lot.

Stanley did not mind being alone. He certainly enjoyed it more than he enjoyed being with Funmi. In some ways, he enjoyed being with Esther more so than with Funmi. Even though Esther was a spoilt child, she was a nice girl with an infectious laugh and a big smile that made most people smile back; at least when she wasn't being a spoilt child.

This night, Stanley was alone and watching television, Funmi had gone out about five minutes after he had gotten home and Esther had not been home when he got there. It was Friday night and finally after 11:00 p.m., he felt like getting a little high. Neither Funmi nor Esther knew about his stash in the back of the freezer, which was just the way he liked it.

Knowing Funmi as he did, he thought she would forbid him from smoking marijuana in the house, not because she did not want Esther to see it, but just because it would be just one more joy in life that she could deny him.

He had just finished packing a small amount of marijuana into his wrap and was holding a lighter to it when Esther walked in the door. As was her habit, she was moving single-mindedly toward her bedroom through the kitchen. She moved very quickly and there was very little time between her opening the front door until she was breezing through the kitchen doorway.

This time she glanced quickly at Stanley sitting at the table as she passed by, fully intent on spending as little time talking to him as possible.
She stopped dead in her tracks and stared at him with wide eyes as he inhaled on the wrap.

Stanley, knowing she had caught him in the act, did not bother trying to hide what he was doing or pretending it was something other than what it was.

'Hey,' he said with a nod of the head.

Esther's mouth opened in shock and she put her hand over it as her eyes grew wider.

'How's it going?' Stanley said casually.

'Oh my God!' she said in an awed tone.

Stanley frowned and sighed heavily. 'It was not the end of the world you know. It was just marijuana.'

'Oh my God!' she repeated.

'Oh get over it would you!' Stanley said with a laugh. 'So it was marijuana. Did you think you and your friends were the only ones who'd ever
done this?'

Again Esther was shocked. She had been so careful to make sure that her parents knew nothing about her marijuana smoking.

'What do you mean?' she said, trying herself to be casual.

Stanley laughed again and put the wrap on the table in front of him.

'Come on,' he said. 'Did you really think I did not know about it?'

Esther blushed and tried to protest her innocence one more time. Stanley's laugh irritated her and she ground her teeth in frustration.

'Come on,' he said, still laughing. 'Forget about it and have a seat.'



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Esther blushed and tried to protest her innocence one more time. Stanley's laugh irritated her and she ground her teeth in frustration.

'Come on,' he said, still laughing. 'Forget about it and have a seat.'

Thinking she was in trouble, she sat at the table with a grunt and crossed her arms over her chest. At the same time, she put her lip out, pouting furiously.

She was in no mood for one of Stanley's lectures and she was determined to act the spoilt child to the limit.

'Oh stop pouting!' he said with a grin. 'If you don't stop pouting, I won't give you any of this,' he said, pointing at the wrap full of weed in front of him.

For the third time within a short time, Esther was shocked. Her petulant look morphed instantly into wide-eyed surprise.

'What!' she asked in disbelief.

'That's better,' he said. 'At least it was better than pouting. Now do you think you could close your mouth and make your eyes a little smaller than dinner plates?'

Esther immediately closed her mouth, not realizing that it had been opened at all. She looked at Stanley in confusion and then at the wrap he had now picked up and put to his lips. She watched as he lit the wrap and then inhaled deeply.

He closed his eyes and held his breath for a moment and then exhaled with a happy expression on his face. He sat back absorbing the feeling and then opened his eyes and grinned at her once more.

He held the wrap out to her and she took it in her hand feeling uncertain.

'Okay, your turn,' he said. 'Just don't tell your mother for God's sake! If you tell her she would make both our lives a living hell, not that it was that far off now.'

She opened her mouth in shock once more and then laughed. She had often suspected that Stanley wasn't very happy with her mother. Now she knew he wasn't and the knowledge made her feel like they had shared something important.

'Okay,' she said. 'I promise not to tell her.'

She put the wrap to her lips and sucked on it but got almost no smoke out of it. She looked at it in confusion and sucked even harder; still she got no smoke from it. Again she looked at it, puzzled. She and her friends had always rolled their marijuana into joints and she had never used a wrap before.

Stanley held the lighter to the bowl of the wrap and lit it.

'Try it now,' he said. 'You have to light it with almost every haul.'

She nodded slightly and inhaled sharply. Almost immediately her face turned red and her eyes watered as she gasped. She coughed heavily and her throat felt like it had been set on fire.

Stanley patted her on the back lightly and got some water from the sink. He rubbed her back gently and held the water out to her. She took it and gulped almost half the glass down to soothe her throat.

'Oh my God!' she gasped. 'How could you do that? That's awful!'

She continued to cough and hack and Stanley refilled her water glass three times before her throat stopped burning.

Stanley continued to rub her back and she finally stopped sputtering. She smiled at him, grateful that he had not laughed at her, although he was grinning at her inexperience with smoking from a wrap.

His hand was big and comforting as it passed over her back and she had an odd sense of camaraderie with him at this moment.

'Feeling better?' he asked.

She nodded and smiled again and picked up the wrap from the table.

'Could I try this again?' she asked.

He smiled and held the lighter to the bowl of the wrap once more.

'Now this time breathe in slowly,' he said. 'If you take it in slowly, you could tell how hot the smoke is and inhale only as much of it as your throat could handle.'

She took it in, her throat still burning slightly, but was able to take a good deal of the smoke into her lungs. She handed the wrap back to Stanley and he took his turn.

Together they finished off all the marijuana in the bowl and then sat back contentedly. They were both staring into space and grinning and then Stanley stood up.


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She took it in, her throat still burning slightly, but was able to take a good deal of the smoke into her lungs. She handed the wrap back to Stanley and he took his turn.

Together they finished off all the marijuana in the bowl and then sat back contentedly. They were both staring into space and grinning and then Stanley stood up.

'Okay, I'm going to change into my pajamas.' He said. 'And I suggest you do the same young lady. Smoking from a bowl is much more enjoyable than smoking from a joint and you probably won't feel much like changing clothes before bed if you put it off too long.'

Esther grinned stupidly and giggled.

'Stop telling me what to do!' she said. 'I'm eighteen now and you could not tell me what to do anymore.'

Stanley shrugged and smiled.

'Suit yourself,' he said. 'You would hate yourself in the morning though when you wake up in your nice clothes.'

Esther looked down at her clothes and realized she was wearing her brand new silk blouse. Also she was wearing her new jeans for the very first time and they were perfect just the way they were. Stanley was absolutely right that she wouldn't want to sleep in these clothes and she muttered angrily to herself.

'Okay fine!' she snapped at him.

Stanley grinned again and wandered away to change.

By the time he came back down stairs Esther was sitting on the couch watching television. He smiled to himself when he saw that she had indeed changed.

She was now wearing an oversized T-shirt that was pulled half-way down her thighs. He vaguely wondered to himself whether she was wearing the white cotton panties she had grown up with or if it was one of the sexier finely-cut panties she had bought recently.

He sat down on the opposite end of the couch from her and asked her what she was watching.

'I don't know,' she said, 'some movie.'

Stanley shrugged and turned his attention to the television too, although he could not get his mind off of Esther's panties.

For some inexplicable reason, he just had to know which panties they were. He knew it was the marijuana at work. It had a way of affecting you. If there was something minor on your mind, the marijuana had a way of making it into an obsession.

Questions that you could normally shove aside as irrelevant became matters of the utmost importance; the irony being that once you found out the answer, you frequently dismissed it as irrelevant a few minutes later and then promptly forgot about it.

For her part, Esther had gone to her room and removed her blouse, carefully hanging it in the closet. She then removed her jeans and hung those up with equal care.

She then removed her bra and pulled her oversized T-shirt on. She stood in front of her full-length mirror and held the shirt up over her tummy to study the thong she had worn under her new jeans.

She wondered whether she should leave the thong on and turned in the mirror to study the reflection of her bum.

Although she liked the way the thong accented her bum with the cheeks completely exposed, her mind wandered to the spanking that Stanley had given her just two years before.

Once again she thought of his big gentle hand rubbing over her white cotton panties, just as he had rubbed her back when she choked on the marijuana a few minutes before. For reasons she could not explain, she removed the thong and drew a pair of white cotton panties from her drawer and pulled them on. They were clean and smelled fresh.

The feeling of warmth and comfort they provided was almost surreal. She imagined Stanley's big hand rubbing across her bum and she felt the goose pimples creep over her entire body.

She shook off the feeling and then, wearing just the T-shirt and the white cotton panties she went to the living room and turned on the television.

As they watched the television, both their minds wandering erratically, they kept sneaking glances at each other. Stanley kept looking at her legs wondering if she might shift her position so he could at least get a glimpse of her panties; then he could settle the question in his mind once and for all.


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As they watched the television, both their minds wandering erratically, they kept sneaking glances at each other. Stanley kept looking at her legs wondering if she might shift her position so he could at least get a glimpse of her panties; then he could settle the question in his mind once and for all.

Esther kept taking furtive glances at Stanley's hands, imagining them rubbing across her bum. The more she thought about it the jumpier she became, unconsciously moving her bum back and forth into the couch. When the mounting tension became unbearable, she shifted her position, much to Stanley's delight, bringing her knees toward her chest and turning slightly away from him so she could lean against the arm of the couch.

Stanley was now staring at her bum intently, trying unsuccessfully to see beneath her T-shirt. Although her new position had pulled her shirt up toward her bum, it had not risen high enough for him to glimpse her panties.

As he stared he suddenly realized that he had a hard-on. It was well hidden beneath his bath robe and his pajama bottoms but it was definitely there.

He came to the conclusion that, between the marijuana and thinking too much about Esther's panties, his cock, his recently neglected cock, had responded with an erection that wasn't going to go away until it was dealt with.

He decided then and there that he was going to have to jerk off in bed later on, because he certainly wasn't going to be able to sleep like this no matter how high he was.

On a whim he stood up and began walking toward the kitchen. He stopped suddenly and turned toward Esther.

'Do you want some more marijuana?' he asked.

She looked up, not understanding the question at first, and then grinned widely.

'Yeah!' she said happily. 'Good idea!'

Stanley smiled and got the wrap and the baggie of weed. He returned to the couch and packed a small amount lightly into the bowl. He lit it up and then lay back with his lungs full of smoke.

Esther took the wrap from his hand and then she too laid back. They exhaled the smoke slowly and grinned at each other. After the wrap was done Stanley returned the wrap and baggie to their hiding places and then slouched on the couch beside Esther.

'You know what?' he asked in a serious voice.

'What?' she replied with an equally serious tone.

'I need to know something,' he said.

'What?' she said. The marijuana was having its effect on her too. Being as high as she was, she wanted nothing more than to help.

'I need to know which panties you're wearing,' he said. 'It was been bugging me since I sat down. Is it the plain cotton ones or the flowered colored ones?'

Esther grinned and grabbed the bottom hem of her shirt. She picked it up as far as her tummy to show him her white cotton panties, feeling inexplicably happy that she could answer his question.

Stanley looked at the panties and nodded pleasantly. He studied them for a moment and then sat back.

'You know,' he said. 'I think those white cotton panties suit you; much more so than those Finely-cut panties you got.'

Esther, surprised at what he said creased her eyebrows and thought for a moment.

'Really?' she asked. 'I thought boys liked the other ones better.'

He frowned slightly and pursed his lips as he thought. The marijuana was making both of them much more stupid than they normally would be.

'Well,' he began, 'that's true I guess. But I've always been different. You know some men really go crazy for lingerie; myself, I prefer a woman to be naked. So maybe more men prefer those finely-cut panties you've been wearing lately. Personally I think the plain white cotton panties are... more friendly.'

Esther nodded and thought to herself again.

'Do you really think so?' she said, leaning forward earnestly now. She looked down once more at her panties and absently fingered the elastic waistband.

Stanley reached forward and rubbed his hand across her hip from the side of her bum to the top of her thigh.

'Yeah, they feel better when you touch them and they have an appeal,' he said. 'I like the look of them. When I see thongs and these really brief things that some women wear, I think of strippers. I've never had sex with a stripper so they don't do much for me. I've had sex with lots of women who wore plain cotton panties so maybe that's why I think they're sexier; and I don't think of you as a stripper either, so I guess I just think you should be wearing something that normal women wear.'

'You've had sex with lots of women?' she asked incredulously, 'how many?'

"I don't think I've ever counted,' he said. 'I guess at least a few dozens, maybe more.'

Esther smiled and then looked at Stanley shyly.

'Do you remember when you spanked me two years ago?' she said slowly, trying hard to get the words out.

Stanley frowned and shook his head vigorously, as if he were trying to shake an unpleasant thought out of his head.


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Esther smiled and then looked at Stanley shyly.

'Do you remember when you spanked me two years ago?' she said slowly, trying hard to get the words out.

Stanley frowned and shook his head vigorously, as if he were trying to shake an unpleasant thought out of his head.

'Why do you want to bring that up?' He asked. 'It was a long time ago and I was angry.'

'I know,' she said with a blush. 'I was a spoilt child that day and I guess I deserved it.'

Again Stanley shook his head and then looked away.

'There's something I need to ask,' she said, reaching out and touching his arm.

He looked at her and frowned deeply, wishing she had never brought the subject up.

'When you did that,' she said slowly, 'did you... um... did you rub your hand over my bum when you were done?'

Now it was Stanley's turn to be shocked. In his mind he could clearly see himself rubbing his hand across her bum. He could see her bent over
his knee as his hand gently passed over her white cotton panties. Although he knew she had been wearing jeans that day, he could clearly see
her wearing her school uniform skirt, the skirt raised over her back and her bum clad only in those white panties, wriggling and squirming as he
rubbed it.

He became aware now that his cock, hard earlier from trying to see her panties, was now throbbing with need. He was sure there was probably
a drop of pre-cum oozing out of the head and he looked down to see his pajama bottoms tented upward; as he looked down, so too did
Esther. She saw the front of his pajamas bulging upward and her mouth opened in amazement. She watched as the bulge twitched rhythmically
and then looked Stanley in the eye.

Stanley returned her gaze and shifted uncomfortably, pulling his bath robe closed across his crotch to hide his hard-on.

'Uh,' he stammered, 'I... uh... No I did not rub you,' he said shakily.

'Oh.' she said with a slight feeling of regret. 'I don't know why but sometimes I thought you rubbed my bum after you spanked me; and you told
me that you were sorry but I had to be punished.'

'Oh.' Stanley said weakly.

'It felt good when you did it,' she said with an encouraging smile, 'at least... when I thought you did it.'

'Oh.' he repeated. 'Really?' he finished lamely.

'Yeah.' she said and then smiled broadly. 'I kind of liked it. It made me feel good.'

Stanley gulped and put his hands over his throbbing cock. Unconsciously he started to rub it slightly and he gulped once more.

'You liked it?' he said weakly, 'really?'

Esther shifted her position and was now turned fully toward Stanley with her elbows on the couch beside him and her head resting on her hands.
Her knees were drawn up underneath her and her bum, covered now by her T-shirt, was sticking up in the air.

'Sometimes I imagine that's what you really did I guess,' she said with a shy smile. 'But sometimes I imagine that I was wearing my school
uniform instead of my jeans.'

Stanley almost came in his pants when she said that. The thought of her having the same vision as he, her bent over his knee in her school uniform while he rubbed her bum was just too much. He gulped once more and said nothing.

From her new position she was looking slightly upward to see his face. She lowered her gaze and saw his hands covering his bulge. She saw also
that one of his hands seemed to be moving slightly. Already beginning to get wet from their conversation so far, she felt a sudden surge in her pussy and she knew that she was absolutely soaking right now. Her freshly cleaned white cotton panties were definitely going to need washing now. Once again she looked him in the eye.

'It was kind of dumb.' she said with a smile. 'I know I was wearing jeans that day and it stung, but I remember it as a good thing sometimes.'

'You mean because I rubbed you afterward?' he said, trying to bring his voice under control.

'Yeah, you rubbed it to soothe the pain after.' She said.

'But I did not do that!' he protested.

'No.' she said and Stanley could hear the regret in her voice when she did. 'I just imagined it.'

'Would...' Stanley began uncertainly, 'would you like me to?'

Esther's eyes popped open with surprise; surprise and excitement.

'Really?' she said happily. 'Would you?'

Stanley tried to think about consequences; he tried to think about maturity; he even tried to think about Funmi. It was no use. The marijuana and
his throbbing cock won the argument hands down.



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