by John Argus
Beacher stepped forward and untied the girl’s wrists, her fingers, unnoticed by the other two, trembling slightly as she fought to control herself. ‘Dress, Quincanon,’ she said firmly.
Zoe straightened up, her face flushed, and took the dress Erasmus handed her. Without a word, even after she gingerly pulled her panties out of her mouth, she slipped the slight silk garment on over her head, and only then seemed to realise her bra was still on the floor. She reached for it, but then paused, reluctant to remove her dress again in order to put it on.
‘Go,’ Beacher commanded.
‘I think it would be a good idea, Zoe, if you stopped wearing panties for a while,’ Mr Erasmus said matter-of-factly, condescendingly. ‘Perhaps the air wafting over your sex will cool it down a touch.’
‘Go!’ Beacher snapped again. ‘Get out of here, and toss those disgusting things in the wastebasket on your way out.’
Zoe obeyed with alacrity.
‘Wasn’t that fun?’ Erasmus asked in a deeply amused manner when he and Beacher were alone, and the woman gasped and frowned as his hand slid between her legs and cupped her sex through her skirt. ‘And I think that you, my dear Ms Beacher, found that almost as stimulating as young Quincanon.’
‘Get your hand off me,’ she said indignantly, attempting to push him away. Yet her arms had little conviction in them, and even as she squirmed against him, the feel of his fingers pushing into her sex had her reacting with desperate hunger.
‘You were getting off on that almost more than I was, dear Veronica,’ he sneered, and then his mouth covered hers, and Beacher could not bring herself to push him away any longer. Already he had her dress raised and his fingers were wriggling down into her knickers to cup her hot and eager pussy.
She was going to come… she was going to come on his hand… but she twisted around and shoved him away. ‘Stop!’ she cried.
He laughed, and then gripped the hem of her dress and tugged it up over her head. ‘You want it, Veronica,’ he taunted. ‘You want it like Zoe had it.’
And she did, God help her, even if she could not admit it, not for a second. She pushed half- heartedly against him again, needing to show resistance, and he laughed knowing what a false front she was putting up. He practically ripped off her bra and, as she tried to turn away again, shoved her forward across his desk. He gripped her knickers and tore them off as if they were paper, and Beacher felt her sex almost glowing with needy heat.
‘No, not here, I think,’ he said, his voice a low, threatening purr.
He pulled her back and twisted her round, and she was too dazed to resist as he forced her over an arm of the same sturdy sofa. She cried out as he swept his open palm down across her exposed bottom, and then he was against her, his trousers falling and his erection springing up. She burned with shame, but the truth was she desperately needed him inside her. Despite her embarrassment, she raised her bottom and shifted her legs apart as he positioned himself behind her.
He thrust, and she cried out again in pain and satisfaction, clenching her teeth as he forced himself the last few inches into her aching sex, jamming himself to the hilt in her soft depths.
‘It’s been too long, Veronica,’ he growled. ‘I just knew if you ever let go of your arrogant pride there’d be something in there that was hot and wild and hungry.’ He ground his pelvis against her buttocks and began pumping. He showed no concern for her feelings, no gentleness, no careful expertise designed to impress her with the range of his experience. He simply rammed himself into her, taking her like an animal, hammering his hips against her quivering bottom cheeks as his thick and rigid cock pounded in and out between them.
And God help her, it felt wonderful. She gasped and grunted, nearly blinded by the sexual fever possessing her as his hands moved over her body, slapping her bottom and groping her breasts, pulling on her hair and shunting her legs even further apart. It was the kind of raw, rough, undignified sex that had always been anathema to her as a proud, independent woman, but now her body was exulting in it, and a shattering climax was racing onward, ever closer, like a freight train. And when it hit she would never be able to see herself in quite the same way again.
Zoe could not bring herself to return to her desk, not immediately. Instead she locked herself in a cubicle of the nice quiet toilet, sat down, and dropped her face into her hands.
She cringed each time she thought of her behaviour and of what Ms Beacher and Mr Erasmus must think of her. The fact that they had barely even spoken to her afterwards proved how shocked they had been to see her behaving so awfully before their very eyes.
Her bottom was hot and sore, but she paid it little mind; she was far more concerned with what she was going to do now. She needed to quit her job, but she would have to find a good excuse for doing so to give her father; an excuse he would accept without condemning her or suspecting anything. But she knew that if she quit she would be forced to return home to live with her parents, and would once more have to accept their dictates about every aspect of her life, from her friends to her education to her clothing, and she rebelled at the thought.
But would Mr Erasmus even have her on the staff any more now that he knew what an immoral young woman she was? Immoral was perhaps not the proper term, but she certainly lacked discipline. A woman like Ms Beacher would never give in to such lascivious impulses, whether in private or in front of others.
Zoe simply did not know what to do. She could not quit, and yet she could not bear to face her two elders again. Obviously she had a desperate problem and needed someone to help her with it. She certainly could not discuss it with any of her friends. They would be shocked, quite likely disgusted, and would possibly gossip about it to everyone who knew her, which would inevitably lead to her father finding out what a shameful, lustful daughter he had.
She emerged from the cubicle and splashed cold water over her face, hoping to clear her head, needing to gather her wits. Then she combed her hair with her fingers wishing she had brought her purse and brush.
She looked down, and cringed when she saw how her stockings had slipped and were wrinkled. Pulling them up was easy, but without her suspender belt she would have to keep doing so for the rest of the day. Yet she could hardly remove them, nor could she return to Mr Erasmus’s office for her suspender belt. And she would have to leave her bra and ruined panties there as well, she thought, looking at herself in the mirror. Her panties were of no use, but she should have grabbed her bra when she left them, but that could have caused even more embarrassment should she have met anyone in the corridor whilst clutching it in her hand.
She would have to go and buy another bra. That was not an appealing thought, for she was always embarrassed when buying undergarments, a by-product of years of hearing teachers tell her that such garments and what they concealed where shameful and should never, ever, be seen by anyone except one’s future husband. But she should be able to find a relatively empty shop this time of day, and she needed to get out of the building anyway, for some fresh air and time to think about her strange plight – a plight which had her head spinning.
Leaving the toilet she bumped straight into Selina in the corridor. ‘Oh, hi,’ the friendly girl said, smiling.
‘Hi,’ Zoe echoed, trying to smile in return, but failing.
‘I looked for you at your desk. Want to go for a late lunch?’
Zoe hesitated. She was not hungry, but the girl seemed so friendly she did not want to disappoint her. ‘Um, well, I guess so. I mean, I was just going to… to run a little errand.’
‘Oh fine, I know the perfect place,’ and without further deliberation Selina took Zoe’s arm and guided her along the corridor to the building’s exit, chatting happily about the café up the street and the delicacies it offered.
Zoe listened, bemused, to the story of how Selina had met her fiancé, and how their parents had arr
anged their marriage and settled almost everything except where they would live. They were outside walking by then, and she was trying to think of a way to get rid of Selina long enough to find a store that sold undergarments without being rude. She was only half listening, despite how fascinating the story was, when she spotted a lingerie shop a little further along.
‘So, did you want to buy a bra to replace the one you’ve lost?’ Selina suddenly asked, and Zoe stared at her in shock, her cheeks turning a lovely pink.
‘Excuse me?’ she managed.
‘Well, it’s kind of obvious. I mean, you were certainly wearing a bra earlier, and you certainly aren’t now. You can pick up a new one and tell me all about whoever it was took the last one off you.’
‘I – I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ she protested, totally flustered.
‘Oh, don’t worry, I don’t gossip about things like that. So who was it? Beacher?’
‘Beacher? Ms Beacher?’ Zoe squeaked, the very idea of doing anything sexual with Ms Beacher appalling.
‘Well, I saw you coming out of her office the other day and your bra seemed to be undone then, so I figured the two of you had something going.’
Zoe was astonished the girl could say such things in such a casual manner, her face as calm and smiling as if she had just asked her about the weather. ‘I – I never…’ she stammered. ‘With a woman? I couldn’t do anything… anything… homosexual!’
‘Oh? Well, so many girls do these days, you know, just for fun, but that’s okay, I just figured it must be her.’
‘Well it’s not, it’s Mr Erasmus,’ Zoe blurted, instantly mortified by her admission, but justified because she simply had to convince the girl she was not interested in lesbian sex.
‘Erasmus?’ Selina’s eyes widened.
‘Well, I mean, it’s not… um, it’s nothing, really,’ Zoe said weakly, realising she had probably just made a very big mistake. ‘I mean, it’s nothing serious. It’s not like we’ve… done it, you know.’
‘That’s all right, Zoe,’ Selina comforted, ‘you don’t have to justify anything to me. What did he do, tear it off, or something?’
‘No… it’s a very long story.’
‘Good, then we’ll have something to talk about over lunch,’ she said cheerfully. ‘In the meantime, you can buy a new bra so people can’t see your nipples so easily,’ and she laughed, and accompanied the embarrassed girl to the lingerie shop, though Zoe was grateful she moved away from her as soon as she went to look at the bras.
She hurried to buy one, and was relieved it was inside a bag when Selina approached her again carrying a blue and black lace and silk number she purchased for herself. Then she followed the attractive Oriental girl to the café, and tried to keep the conversation away from what had happened that morning as Selina kept trying to tease the story out of her.
Finally, needing someone to talk to, to get things off her chest, Zoe admitted that she and Mr Erasmus had been intimate and that Ms Beacher found out about it and punished her.
‘What did she do?’ Selina asked eagerly, chewing delicately on her sandwich.
‘Well, you know…’ Zoe looked down at her untouched croissant.
‘No, I don’t,’ Selina pressed. ‘Did she fire you?’
‘Oh no.’
‘Then what?’
‘Well, she… she spanked me.’ She was embarrassed to admit it, but corporal punishment had been a fact of life since she’d been a girl, and she and her friends at school had never been particularly shy about discussing it.
Selina fought to keep the shock from showing on her face as she almost choked on the sandwich, and then swallowed a mouthful of tea to clear her throat. ‘Oh,’ was all she could manage to say, and then at last asked, ‘Did Erasmus punish you, too?’
‘No,’ Zoe answered, and then elaborated without any further prompting. ‘And the other day, in her office, Ms Beacher used a cane. That hurt even more.’
‘A cane?’ Selina lost all interest in her sandwich and placed it, unfinished, on the plate.
‘I felt so stupid,’ Zoe looked around uncomfortably as she confided in the other young woman, ‘you know? I mean, we never got spanked at school; it was always the strap, and then later the switch.’
‘On your… on your back?’
‘No, on my bum, of course, and it’s still sore.’ She squirmed a little on her seat.
‘On your bare bottom?’ Selina asked, her stomach fluttering strangely.
‘Yes.’ Zoe gave her an embarrassed grimace.
‘While Mr Erasmus watched?’
She nodded. ‘That was the worst part; I felt so silly.’
‘Oh, I’m sure he didn’t think of you in that way.’ Selina stared at Zoe imagining her bent naked across her lap, her lovely bottom awaiting the touch of her hand. She felt a heat beginning to smoulder deep inside her despite her earlier determination not to be affected by the girl’s beauty and charm. She was not into girls. She had never been into girls. She was heterosexual. It was true that some modern girls played around with each other, almost because it was required these days to experiment in that way, but she was not that kind of girl… not exactly. She had climaxed very nicely in Allison’s hands, but that was a mere physical reaction; a machine could have made her climax. And yet she could not hide from herself the sexual interest she was feeling for Zoe. It was not just the girl’s undeniable beauty. Allison was beautiful too, and yet she felt no real attraction to her. ‘So, tell me, did you like it when Erasmus touched you?’ she asked.
Zoe lowered her eyes and struggled to answer.
‘You came, didn’t you?’ Selina pursued.
‘Well, I…’ Zoe felt terribly ashamed, ‘yes…’
‘Hmmm,’ Selina mused, ‘he does know his way around a girl’s body, that man. Did you do it on his desk?’
‘I didn’t do it,’ Zoe insisted indignantly.
‘I didn’t mean it,’ Selina hastily clarified, not wanting to let the girl slip away now, ‘I meant, you know, whatever it is you did.’
‘Well, a little on his desk, I guess,’ Zoe replied, desperately wanting to confide in someone. ‘Some in his chair.’
‘And you let him?’
‘I couldn’t help it,’ Zoe answered defensively. ‘I mean… I couldn’t move.’
‘You couldn’t move?’
‘He… well, he kind of tied me up.’
‘Tied you up?’ Selina could hardly believe what she was hearing. ‘And then Beacher found you like that?’
‘Yes,’ Zoe nodded sulkily. ‘I was so embarrassed. I couldn’t even cover myself.’ She leaned forward conspiratorially over the table. ‘Did you know,’ she spoke in a low voice, ‘that sometimes when girls have sex they react really… strongly?’
Selina blinked in surprise and confusion, but said, ‘Yes, sometimes.’
‘Well, Ms Beacher thinks I might be one of those girls, you know, a nymphomaniac, and that’s why I don’t have any discipline.’
‘She does?’ Selina went along with what she was hearing. ‘Um, that’s too bad.’
Zoe sighed sadly.
‘But she says she can cure you?’ Selina asked, thinking she was beginning to understand what was going on here.
‘Yes,’ Zoe nodded again, a little more enthusiastically this time, ‘and I really hope she can!’
‘You know, there are ancient Chinese spiritual and physical exercises designed to dissipate the desires of women,’ Selina said sagely, and for all she knew, there really might be.
‘Oh, could you possibly teach me some, Selina?’ Zoe asked hopefully.
‘Do you know,’ Selina said, smiled warmly, ‘I’d be delighted to. You see, I sometimes have the same trouble too.’
Chapter Seven
That even
ing after work, and having invited Selina round for a light salad, Zoe blinked in surprise as her new friend emerged from the bathroom. She was wearing the blue and black teddy she’d bought at the lingerie shop, and it looked stunning on her. Though she was not a busty girl, it displayed a deep and enticing cleavage. She had said they should both get into their sleepwear to be as relaxed as possible before they began the exercises.
‘That’s, um, very pretty,’ Zoe told her clumsily.
‘You think so?’ Selina said softly. ‘It’s just a teddy, but it’s very comfortable to sleep in.’ She turned around, and Zoe’s eyes widened as she saw that the other girl’s buttocks were all but naked. The teddy was even more daring at the back, dropping to a narrow V of material at the cleft of her cheeks, and then tapering to nothing but a narrow strip between them. She almost giggled nervously, and yet found herself gripped by an odd fascination at how the garment looked, as she wondered too how it felt. It seemed almost to eroticise the girl’s bottom and highlight how firm and round it was, and despite being slightly scandalised by the scantiness of the thing, she found herself admiring its effect with awe. Selina looked incredibly sexy in it, and she wondered if she too might look sexy in such a thing, or if she would only look and feel silly. She glanced down at her pink pyjamas and blushed as she realised how sophisticated Selina appeared in her skimpy lingerie and how girlish she must seem by comparison.
‘Nice view,’ Selina said, moving to the window and leaning over to peer down at the tree-lined street. She turned her head and smiled. ‘Aren’t you afraid someone will see you without any curtains?’
‘Oh no, there’s nobody who could see in this high,’ Zoe assured her.
‘Are you sure? Maybe someone has binoculars, or something.’ She turned and gave Zoe a saucy look as she began rolling her hips in a slow, erotic dance, sliding her hands languidly up her body and through her long, fine hair. ‘Think someone might see me?’ she asked coyly, thrusting her nearly naked bottom at the window.
