Chapter 1

 

Arthur Graham examined the pretty little thing in front of him in more detail. She was quite young looking, but on the other hand most women looked young to him these days. Her crisp, white blouse, smart navy blue and red tie and the matching badge on her distinctive red blazer meant that she was a student at the local university. He smiled to himself at the idea. Imagine going back in time ten years and telling one of the scruffy, unwashed loud-mouthed harpies that used to pass as students that one day they'd be going to lectures wearing uniforms!

Not that he could, if he was honest, even imagine approaching a young woman like this one ten years ago. Not unless he wanted a foul-mouthed tirade of abuse. Nowadays things were so different, and so much better. Although she hadn't noticed him at first, as soon as she did so she sprung to her feet in a slightly panicked fashion. Denying a Senior a seat on any form of public transport for whatever reason, was an offence. There were cameras everywhere recording every offence or every potential offence.

As Arthur settled himself comfortably in the seat on the bus she'd recently vacated for him, he contemplated reporting her slightly delayed reaction. All he needed to do was to photograph her in the official State Discipline app that he carried in his phone and then upload it. Within a couple of minutes the bus footage would have been checked and then the girl would have received a message on her own phone.

'Dear Miss (name).

We regret to inform you that you have been found guilty of an offence involving (whatever). You are hereby required to attend your local corrections centre (location) at (time) on the (date) where you will be suitably disciplined.'

Arthur had no real knowledge of what the official punishment for denying a Senior a seat on a bus might be. But he had no doubt that it wouldn't be a pleasant experience. No meeting with the Department of State Discipline ever ended well for the recipient. Recently he had witnessed hundreds of such incidents via the official State Discipline website. His smart TV automatically recorded any such punishments for him. Plus by entering any girl's name and number he could choose from an archive of any of her punishments to date.

It was a marvellous system, which Arthur could, and did, make very good use of. It wasn't open to just anyone of course. One had to have served one's time. Arthur had very recently become a Senior Party Member and as such, a whole new world had opened up for him. He could for example, as he was about to do in this case, photograph any person who wasn't a Party member via his app which would immediately bring up every detail about them.

The girl had half turned from him and seemed about to move towards the exit. He leaned forward slightly and took a hold of the sleeve of her blazer.

"Name?"

She lifted her pretty little face up to his. He couldn't help but notice that her attractive, blue eyes were already shining slightly.

"B...Baxter, sir. Sally Ann Baxter, sir. Number 543710, sir."

He guided her gently back towards him so that she was positioned between his knees. he took out his camera and focussed it on her before taking a couple of shots. She was indeed who she claimed to be, Miss Sally Ann Baxter, aged 19, a first year student at the local university. She was born a good hundred miles away in one of those leafy, Southern, suburban towns. She had a mother and father who were both in good standing with their local NG office. She was studying accountancy and she had a younger sister named Alison. And, according to her medical reports which he was skimming through, she was still a virgin.

This fact also made him smile; in the current climate girls such as Sally Ann Baxter were subjected to fairly regular 'purity' tests. All female students for example had to pass a purity test before being allowed onto their course. The New Government's rise had been mirrored by the similar expansion of the Church into everyday life. He scrolled further down Miss Baxter's records to find the letter of permission from her own local parish church to attend the university of her choice.

He heard her sniff and looked up from his screen. Her face had crumpled and he saw her dart an imploring glance at the exit. This must be her stop; however he hadn't quite finished yet. He took his time searching for things that interested him, where she'd gone to school, what sports she played and so on. The doors closed and the bus started up again. She bit her lip anxiously which, in his opinion, made her look even cuter than ever,

He slipped his hand under her short, pleated skirt and took a hold of one of her milky thighs.

"Where do you live, girl?"

"Manning Street, sir. Number 13, sir."

"With an appointed landlord presumably?"

"Yes, sir. Miss Parsons, sir."

All this information was readily available on his app, of course. But he did so enjoy watching her squirm as his hand stroked her long limbs. Like most young ladies of her age, her dark hair was shoulder length, and in her case had been tied into a single plait with a red ribbon

"I won't be reporting you this time, Baxter. But I will be keeping an eye on you for your own good. Is that understood?"

Her pretty face broke into a nervous smile. She had beautiful, white, even teeth

"Oh yes, sir. Thank you very much, sir"

He ran his finger down the length of her pussy lips but maintained eye contact just to gauge her reaction. He watched her squirm and then dart a nervous glance to her side to see if anyone else was witnessing her shame.

"Hurry along now. You don't want to be late for lectures, do you young lady?"

"No, sir. Thank you, sir."

 

 

She half curtsied to him as she scurried away. In her hurry to get out off the bus her large, leather satchel bumped and barged a couple of people for which she apologised profusely. Idly he looked out of the window of the electric bus and wondered what the punishment for being late to lectures was at the moment. He watched as she scurried along the pavement, head down trying to avert unwanted attention. Hmm, such a pretty little thing. And, although he had a packed social schedule, Arthur promised himself that he was going to spend a little of his valuable time with Miss Sally Ann Baxter.