Whip Hands (7 page)

‘Now for some real action, my girl,' Clare said, reaching into her capacious shoulder bag. ‘This is one of the things you stole from under my nose, so it's only just that you get your final dose of punishment with it.' She brandished a flexible plastic ruler close to Mandy's face. Mandy flinched.

‘That's going to bloody hurt. I thought you were just going to give hand smacks.'

‘Your session will finish when I decide you've learned your lesson.' She turned to Jeff. ‘Is that not so?'

‘Yes indeed. It is most important that all our employees learn the significance of honesty in the workplace. Correct from the personnel angle, Lou?'

Mandy was aware that Lou was standing only a few feet away looking longingly at her girlish body. She knew how she would look to him; pale and naked with just a trace of puppy fat, and a mere shadow of dark hair around her vulva, the legacy of a shaving session. The rash of candy pink around her cheeks added to the picture of innocence. He appeared to be deciding whether she could really take the punishment from the ruler in Clare's powerful grip.

At last he spoke. ‘Yes, I think she deserves a few more. Just to make sure the lesson has really sunk in.'

‘You pig. I've had enough of this.' Mandy tried to free her hands, but they wouldn't come. She just succeeded in tightening the knot around the base of her ponytail, making it grip her scalp like a claw.

‘That's enough of that, you flighty miss!' Clare grabbed her elbow and bent her over slightly. At the same time she landed a good swat across both Mandy's quivering buttocks. Releasing her grip and grabbing the other elbow, she turned Mandy in the other direction and repeated the operation with a backhand that caught the girl under the jut of her bottom. Mandy howled in pain, but the more she tugged at her hair the tighter the knot became. With her wrists secured she was defenceless, and Clare was taking full advantage. The ruler whistled and landed with remorseless regularity as she turned Mandy from one side to the other.

‘Ow, ow, ow! Please stop. That really hurts!'

‘Stop complaining. You're still due another ten strokes, you naughty, naughty girl.'

‘You can really be a bitch sometimes,' Mandy retorted. ‘Ow, shit! Stop it right now!'

The square end of the ruler had made its impression, leaving an angry red rectangular line on both buttocks. The noise it made as it landed was like a pistol shot. Mandy bent into a half-crouch to try and avoid the next assault on her tormented flesh, but to no avail. Clare grabbed her by the elbow and struck her over and over again on the same spot, this time high up on the buttock where she was less well covered.

‘No more, please!' the girl whimpered.

But Clare was implacable. She made Mandy kneel on the rug and rest her front on the seat of the chair. Then she straddled her, facing backwards. By bracing her legs she had the junior in a vice-like grip and was able to rain more blows on the full expanse of the girl's buttocks, now totally unprotected. Once or twice the end of the ruler curled round and caught Mandy in her most intimate parts, causing her to howl.

Mandy at last realised she could free her arms by pulling upwards. The ponytail was released from its impromptu bow and her hair fell free once more. Now she was determined to fight back. She got to her feet, pushing Clare away.

‘Respecting the other person's boundaries'. Mandy remembered the phrase from the time she and Lou had first read a book on erotic spanking and suggested the idea to Clare and Jeff for a session round at their flat. She was to be the office junior and Clare was to be her manager, who had caught her pilfering from the office stationery cupboard. The men were just to watch, to begin with at least. Clare had not respected the boundaries because she had gone on well after she, Mandy, had begged her to stop. Well, enough was enough.

She freed her hands easily from her makeshift bonds. Now it was her turn. She addressed Clare, who was looking flushed and triumphant, breathing heavily. The other girl had obviously enjoyed herself.

‘Right, get out of that skirt. Now it's my time to be the office manager.' Mandy began to get dressed.

Jeff and Lou cheered appreciatively.

‘How about more drinks before we go on to the next part?' Lou asked. ‘You girls have really given me a thirst. Mandy?'

‘Yeah, okay. I'll have a spritzer. But nothing for the office junior. She's here for punishment, remember?' Mandy gave Clare a hard stare as she eased her panties back over the tender flesh of her burning haunches. She took Clare's tan skirt and put it on, followed by the jacket, watching the other girl's hesitant removal of her bra. Clare's breasts were full, with fleshy nipples.

‘Now, hurry and get undressed,' Mandy, in her new role as boss, ordered. Clare obediently stripped off her panties. ‘Give them to Lou. I'm sure he'll be happy to keep them safe in the personnel department.'

She took the long cool glass from Jeff and drank appreciatively, the bubbles caressing her upper lip. Suddenly she felt more confident about the situation, although she was still furious at the way she had been betrayed by Clare.

‘You can leave the hold-ups on and those fuck-me-quick shoes, too, slut. Now get up on that chair. Kneel on the seat, facing the back. Yeah, that's right. Now stick out that pert arse, just like you do when you bend down to help yourself to the stationery cupboard. Yeah, like that. Now you're going to pay for your pilfering, you little tramp.'

She buttoned up the jacket and picked up the ruler, flexing it experimentally with both hands.

Clare looked apprehensively over her shoulder. She knew she couldn't back out now without losing a lot of face. That was the damned agreement, after all. She and Mandy would do a girl-on-girl scene while the boys watched and provided encouragement. It all seemed so erotic when they discussed it after a dinner party last week. And having the upper hand had been fun. Now Clare was disconcerted that she was about to suffer for her pleasure. She felt slightly sick.

‘Let the punishment commence,' her better half commanded. Wonderful! Obviously he was getting plenty of stimulation from the scenario. He'd had plenty to drink, too, she could see.

‘Right, you little tramp,' intoned Mandy, tossing her hair free of her face. ‘Here's what you're getting to cure those sticky fingers. Twenty strokes right away on the bare arse with this ruler you stole.'

‘I'm sorry. I'll pay the firm for everything I took,' Clare entreated her in a small voice.

‘Indeed you will,' her office manager assented. ‘But it won't be with money. I want to hear you say you're sorry and really mean it. Okay?'

‘I'm really sorry.'

‘Not very convincing. You can say it after each stroke.'

Thwack!

‘Shit!' Clare exclaimed. ‘I mean, I'm really sorry.'

Thwack!

‘Frigging hell, Mandy. That stings like fuck... I mean, I'm really sorry. Honestly.'

Mandy was implacable. ‘Stop moving that arse around. I want each stroke to land fair and square. Just like you gave me. Only I had my hands tied.'

By the time the last two or three strokes were being given, Clare was showing signs of real contrition. She tried to lessen the force of the blows by putting a hand in front of her burning flesh, but only received a painful blow across her palm for her efforts. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she snivelled as she cried out again and again that she was really, really sorry.

Mandy gave her a final double thwack, forehand and backhand, as a
coup de grace
. This time there was a scream of outrage from Clare. Mandy put a hand between Clare's shoulders to hold her in place.

‘Stay put, girl. The management is coming to make sure I've fulfilled my duties as office manager.'

Lou and Jeff approached. Clare could see they both had pronounced bulges in their trousers.

Jeff ran an appreciative hand over his partner's angry red haunches, marked with the same right-angled weals that had decorated Mandy's smaller buttocks only minutes before. He ran one finger down the cleft to feel the heat. To his evident surprise, his fingertip encountered a lavish wetness bedewing Clare's well-cushioned labia. She groaned softly at the contact. He smiled broadly and gave her a pinch on the sorest part of her mottled cheeks. She gasped and turned her head.

She was just in time to see Jeff invite Lou to do likewise. He ran both hands over her chastised flesh, massaging her buttocks and feeling their raging heat. He then slipped his hand between her thighs from behind and ran his fingertips over her bush. Drawing his upturned hand back, he parted the lips and slid in his middle finger up to the knuckle. Clare groaned and, after a brief hesitation, began to move her hips in an overtly sexual response.

‘That's enough of that, you tramp!' Mandy commanded. ‘You're obviously expecting some pleasure after your pain. Now I'll make very sure you get it. Isn't that so, gentlemen?'

The two men, already unbuttoning their fly studs in eager anticipation, looked somewhat bemused but enthusiastic. This was the little surprise she had saved up for them all.

With a sigh, Clare climbed down from the chair. She reached round to her sore arse with both hands and rubbed it gingerly. The pain had subsided, to be replaced by a spreading glow of comforting warmth. But she was extraordinarily aware of the raw demands of her sex. Like a cat on heat, she lifted one leg up to the seat of the chair and slowly took off the sheer, flesh-coloured hold-ups one by one. All the time she kept one eye cocked on the reaction of the two men, who were also stripping, rather more rapidly.

Clare was determined to regain her former dominant position. As she saw it, the most effective way was by exuding maximum sexual attraction. She was confident she could draw not only her own partner but possibly Mandy's as well. Lou had already shown he wanted her. But, out of her line of sight, Mandy had a shock in store.

As far as Mandy was concerned, she still had to get even for the savage punishment Clare had given her while she was defenceless, her wrists tied. Clare had broken the rules and humiliated her. Mandy remembered the piercing flash of pain as her genitals had been struck. It had felt like a violation. So, if that was the way Clare wanted to play it, she still had a trick or two up her sleeve.

Now she pushed aside the pile of clothes to find her shoulder bag. From this Mandy produced the means of extracting her revenge: a wicked strap-on dildo, all in black leather. Jeff saw it first and nudged Lou. They both broke into broad grins. Holding the dildo up between thumb and finger, Mandy demonstrated its impressive girth. Clare hadn't yet noticed.

Mandy called Clare's name. She stiffened when she saw the size of the black member. Mandy lazily flicked it with an index finger to demonstrate its rigidity. Its dimensions would give any but the most sexually adventurous woman considerable pause for thought. Clare swallowed the implications as it sunk in.

‘My God, you must be joking if you think I'm willing to take that!' she exclaimed.

But she could see that Mandy was stripping out of the office manager's outfit. Dressed only in matching scarlet underwear, she began strapping on the dildo.

‘New game, Clare,' Mandy declared. ‘This time I'll be the boss. How about if you're the new secretary who's stayed behind late for dictation?'

The two men, standing with bobbing erections at the ready, whooped in delight at the prospect of more action. They each grabbed Clare by a wrist and made her kneel. She protested a little, but then she saw the size of the erections in front of her face. Lou and Jeff lay invitingly side by side. Both rods jutted to attention before her. She had a choice to make. Ducking it, she reached out and placed a firm hand around each cock. Within seconds her skilful work had aroused both of them to a state of straining hardness.

Taking advantage of the distraction, Mandy moved in from the rear. She knelt between the blonde's legs, reached out and pulled her mottled arse towards her, making Clare arch her back. Clare turned round anxiously. Mandy gave her a reassuring smile then took hold of the other girl's prominent lips, now wet and slippery to the touch. Clare stiffened as Mandy squeezed them just a little and rolled them between thumb and finger.

Clare turned to the front again. Jeff gently pulled her down by the hair, wanting her to administer the most intense gratification of which she was capable to his pulsing rod. Her lips made soft contact with the purple head, then parted to travel slowly down beyond the bulge. He groaned loudly, echoed by Lou as Clare vigorously tugged at the other man's aching rod with a thumb and forefinger positioned just below the glans.

Now was her chance! Parting Clare's glistening labia, Mandy brought the dildo up from slightly underneath and felt the soft kiss of those nether lips. Initially the girl's upraised arse moved away, then inevitably it sunk down again to be speared by the raised dildo which Mandy supported with one hand.

It was into Clare's cunt by a couple of inches. Mandy was determined that she should take the full length up to the hilt. The task was surprisingly simple, she discovered, having never taken the man's role before. Anticipating Clare's moves, she gave a few gentle thrusts with her pelvis, pulling back but pushing slightly deeper each time.