Subculture

by Sarah Veitch

  ‘Isn’t it time you thanked your master nicely? Or would you rather have a few extra lashes?’ Michael Landers enquired, raising the long thin cane again.

  The girl jerked some more, then she murmured, ‘One stroke on the bare for disobedience, sir. Thank you, sir. Please warm my bad bottom again.’

  ‘Nice to see that you’re learning the drill at last, Jamilla,’ Michael Landers said evenly, running the punitive rod down her waiting rear. The reminder of the rod’s stern lines seemed to cause the girl’s reddened orbs to jiggle. The doctor smiled. ‘Remember how long it took you to learn the humble words? You took spanking after spanking those first few months...’

  ‘Yes, sir. But now I know better and I ask nicely for the cane, sir,’ Jamilla said.

  ‘I think you’re really asking nicely for my cock, but you’ll have to wait until your pussy’s really dripping,’ the doctor replied.

  Behind the door, Lisa gulped - the man was shameless. Did he think that all his female employees were permanently on heat?

  ‘I beg for stroke two on my naked buttocks, sir,’ Jamilla continued falteringly. She must be desperate to get it over with.

  ‘You always did obey the dictates of your sex,’ said the man. He used the cane further down her expanse, turning another area of shocking pink into glowing scarlet. Again the maid moaned low and pushed her body forward then Michael Landers tapped each hot cheek in a warning gesture and she slowly and obediently pushed her bare bottom back.

  ‘Please discipline me,’ she whispered.

  Her boss moved in to palm her peripheries. ‘Oh sweetheart, you can ask more nicely than that,’ he murmured in a taunting voice.

  ‘Please apply the rod for a third time to my stingingness. Please leather my bad little bum cheeks,’ Jamilla gasped out in a thin and oddly breathless tone. Was she blushing? Lisa wished she could see more than the girl’s backside, wished she had access to her facial expression and her thoughts.

  ‘How hard do you deserve it, you thoughtless wench?’ the doctor asked. This was doctor’s orders on a vastly different scale to those most people knew, thought the trainee herbalist. She waited for the bent-over maid to plead for leniency.

  Instead the girl murmured, ‘As hard as my Master desires.’

  So he was her Master now. Lisa thought she’d like to substitute the word tyrant. Had this island become part of modern society? Whatever had happened to egalitarian values, to equal rights?

  She held her breath, wondering how hard Michael would apply the curved cruel cane. To her relief, he just raised it a few inches before bringing it down smartly. He didn’t pull the rod all the way back like they did in black and white movies during boarding school scenes. As previously, though, the maidservant groaned low in her throat and shook from side to side as if to slough off the torment. Lisa could see that the cane’s bite had brought a new feverish line to the tanned small backside.

  ‘Good girl.’ Michael fondled her again and Jamilla squirmed. ‘Let me know when you’re ready to beg for the fourth hard stroke.’

  ‘Now, sir, please,’ the girl muttered, trying to keep her arse in place. She scrunched up her bum cheeks, obviously anticipating the lash of the cane. When it arrived, she howled and bent her calves back and rubbed furiously at her backside.

  ‘Say pretty please as you ask me for the next,’ Michael said.

  ‘But it’s...’

  ‘You’ve done irreparable damage to my Aviary.’

  ‘I know! I’m so very sorry.’

  ‘I’m making you even more sorry,’ her employer said.

  ‘Pretty please, sir, I deserve to taste the cane,’ Jamilla said throatily.

  ‘And so you shall,’ Michael Landers murmured, resting the rod against her raised cheeks as if about to play them like a violin. He moved the cane down her clearly-tormented globes as if trying to decide which soft area to warm further then he lifted the staff and whacked it into the lower third of her exposed soft hemispheres.

  ‘Aaah!’ the Maltese maid yelled. Her bottom did a wild little rhythmic dance as her belly squirmed across the desk top. Then she pushed her orbs back into their tormentor’s fondling hands. Was the girl hoping to gain leniency, Lisa wondered. Hoping to take her boss’s mind off the hateful hard application of the cane? ‘Please, sir,’ Jamilla whispered, sliding her thighs as far apart at her position allowed for. ‘I need...’

  ‘You need another two tastes of the rod before you deserve release,’ Michael Landers said in an everyday sort of voice. Crouching behind the door, Lisa marvelled at his reserved tone and casual stance. Were these punishments so common that he didn’t get overheated? Her own cotton dress was sticking to her newly-swamped underarms.

  ‘Master, I beg you to train me further,’ Jamilla gasped reluctantly after much fondling of her secret places.

  ‘And will you keep your bottom nice and raised for me?’ her tormentor said.

  ‘Yes, sir.’ With what looked like a supreme effort, Jamilla straightened her thighs and pushed her plump nates up obediently. ‘I’m ready to be striped now, sir,’ she said.

  ‘I doubt if you’re ever truly ready - you always make such a fuss,’ the doctor replied. Again he took his time deciding where to lay the cane then used it halfway down her helpless arse.

  ‘Aaah! That went over an earlier stroke, didn’t it?’ Jamilla said when she’d finally let go of her squirming cheeks.

  ‘It did. You’ve been so disobedient that I’m running out of space to correct you,’ her employer said. He watched her examining her reddened flesh as best she could, then said, ‘I’m waiting.’

  ‘I deserve to... deserve to taste the rod for the final time,’ Jamilla muttered, getting slowly back into place.

  ‘For the final time today,’ Michael corrected. He smiled at the twitching cheeks. ‘Let’s face it, Jamilla, there’s rarely a week goes by in which you don’t end up over my chair or my desk or my knee.’

  ‘Yes, but not like this... not the cane... just your hand or the wooden spoon.’

  Her employer ran the slender rod down her squirming body again. ‘I’ll admit that a hard caning like this is only for especially disobedient ladies. But you had to learn, my sweet, to pay attention to my orders, not to ruin my Aviary.’

  The words seemed to give new fervour to the doctor’s right arm. As Lisa watched, he drew back the rod again then brought it forward to discipline the already snivelling Jamilla. The servant cried out and started to scramble up from the desk. Hesitated for thirty seconds in mid-position, then sank down over the surface and spread-eagled her legs even further apart than they’d been before.

  ‘Need it,’ she whispered gutturally. ‘Oh Master, please.’

  ‘Well, you want it,’ the former surgeon replied, stroking her lust-crazed contours. ‘I’ll decide what you need.’

  He put the middle digits of his right hand between the girl’s labial lips. Lisa peered closer - and was shocked to see them glistening and dripping. My God, the girl had gotten off on this. ‘Oh sweetheart, your bum may prefer a good spanking to a thorough caning, but your pussy loves both of them,’ the man murmured mockingly.

  Lisa stiffened with rage on her contemporary’s behalf, then noiselessly shifted her position. Would the girl’s ignominy ever end? Okay, so the Maltese maid was obviously excited by the rod’s application. That didn’t mean that Michael Landers had to keep talking her down.

  The doctor’s middle digits slowly disappeared inside the half naked girl and teasingly stayed there.

  ‘Is that what you want, Jamilla?’

  ‘Sir, please - if I could also have your cock?’

  ‘You want my fingers and my cock?’ The man gave a short low laugh. ‘Aren’t you being a mite ambitious? That little hole’s so greedy, isn’t it?’

  The teased sex tissues seemed to twitch and bear down upon the source of pleasure
. ‘I meant... your cock instead of your fingers, sir.’

  Her boss started to pull his fingers out. ‘Dear me, you’ve upset both exploratory digits by rejecting them. They’re bored with pot-holing now. They’re going away.’

  The maid pushed her sex back hard against the retreating fingers. ‘Fill me with something, Master. Please.’

  ‘Well, my cock is here, of course. But I’m still not sure that you deserve it,’ the man murmured coolly.

  ‘But Master, you said...’

  Michael Landers smiled down at her striped sore bum. ‘Yes, I said you could have relief. But I didn’t say when. I might have been implying that I’d thrust into you tomorrow or the next day.’ The girl squirmed against the wooden desk as his fingers fully withdrew. She shifted her stance. Lisa strained, but couldn’t see what she was doing. But Michael obviously could. ‘Take your hands away from your clit this moment, Jamilla, and grip the desk again. That’s not allowed.’

  Very little was allowed here, Lisa thought. She wondered what would happen when she herself made mistakes, and her bottom trembled. No way would she let him chastise her with a cane. And she’d never plead for his cock like this Maltese maid was doing - never in her wettest dreams.

  Ordered not to touch herself, Jamilla was now begging her arrogant boss to slide his manhood inside. ‘I’d bring you pleasure, sir. I’d tighten my inner muscles on you so good.’

  ‘I might want you to pleasure me with your hungry mouth rather than your hot sex,’ the doctor said.

  ‘I could do that later, sir - bring you to a second come. I’d swallow every drop down. I’d make you spurt so very hard.’

  ‘Don’t be presumptuous about my sexual requirements, girl.’ The man spanked both plump red cheeks and they flinched and quivered visibly. Then the girl pushed her quim back even closer to his trousered groin. Lisa held her breath, somehow not wanting this genital union to happen. Felt disappointment tug at her belly as her boss pulled his suit zipper down.

  As she stared, he scooped his phallus out. It was excitingly thick and smooth looking. Lisa wasn’t surprised to see arousal glistening on its rounded pale head. Jamilla had obviously also heard the zip being disturbed, for she entreatingly tensed and untensed her punished haunches. Gave a whimper of desire as the man positioned his hard promise at the opening to her sex.

  ‘I think it’s time that the bad girl did a little beseeching,’ the doctor said.

  Jamilla trembled with obvious shame and desire. ‘I want you inside me, sir,’ she muttered feverishly. ‘Want every inch.’

  ‘All of it?’ Michael Landers managed to sound surprised. ‘Do you think a girl who ruins an entire Aviary deserves that much pleasure?’

  ‘No, Master. But I promise never to do it again.’

  ‘You can’t do it again, given that I don’t have any birds left.’ Michael said with a short, sharp laugh. Jamilla writhed as if anticipating a further cane-based reprimand. Then she sighed with relief as the man began to slide his hardness in.

  ‘More,’ she whispered, as he stopped moving with only an inch of his rod filling up her flesh. ‘Please Master, I implore you.’

  ‘Imploring are we, now? Makes a change from your usual impudence.’

  He hesitated, staring at the portion of his prick that was embedded in her craving conduit, a conduit that obviously wanted to grip his entire phallus. ‘I suppose as I’m here I may as well give you another inch.’ He slid in a little way. The Maltese maid pushed back to meet him. ‘Easy,’ he whispered, ‘I may get bored with your sexual greed.’

  ‘Sorry, sir. I’d be grateful for whatever you want to give me, sir,’ Jamilla muttered.

  Lisa shook her head as she knelt in the stifling corridor. This servant was a feminist’s nightmare, a misogynist’s dream. Maybe she could have a word with the girl later, show her that modern women had options, that they didn’t have to behave in this shameful way.

  As she stared, Michael thrust forward some more. Jamilla sighed with obvious pleasure, and her entrance seemed to close tightly on his cock.

  ‘Oh you need it,’ the doctor murmured. ‘You’re so hot, so wet, so desperate.’ He slid his right hand forward and seemed to find her clitoris. ‘That’s it, angel, you rub against my fingers when I move forward into you. But when I move back I’ll pull my hand away.’ He smiled. ‘You’ll just be without the clitoral contact for a second but it keeps you from getting complacent, doesn’t it, my sweet?’

  The girl seemed to have lost touch with her voice box or her language centre. Leastways, she just grunted in reply. Lisa watched as the younger woman rubbed and bucked in an effort to keep Michael Landers fingers against her lovebud. The maid seemed equally keen to keep his full hardness inside. ‘Anything,’ she muttered, and ‘Do it! Do it! Do it, please!’

  ‘Stop making such a fuss, girl,’ the former surgeon said. ‘You know I like to take my time.’ He thrust lazily in, pulled part of the way out. Repeated the gesture. Used the same slow sure strokes numerous times. ‘Do you feel my belly slapping against your hot arse, darling?’ he taunted. ‘It’s blushing the brightest red.’

  ‘So hot... so sore...’ the Maltese servant murmured, voice tremulous with a clear excess of desire.

  ‘Maybe I should let the new herbalist take a look at it,’ the doctor replied.

  Lisa’s thigh muscles clenched with dismay at the doctor’s words. Jamilla’s legs tensed with either humiliation or approaching satisfaction. ‘Please don’t,’ she whispered raggedly. ‘You know I hate it when others see...’

  ‘Maybe she could prescribe a herbal infusion to cool a well-thrashed bottom,’ Michael Landers continued.

  ‘But Master...’ Jamilla sounded overwhelmed with obvious lust.

  ‘Perhaps she’d knead a soothing balm over your glowing cheeks.’

  The image seemed to trigger something off in the girl. She shoved her clitoris hard against his fingers and did a little pre-orgasmic groaning. It obviously opened up the sound and pleasure pathways, for she then cried ‘Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!’ The climactic cry went on and on, lasting for longer than the listening Lisa would have believed possible. Michael Landers kept his vital digits on Jamilla’s clit as he continued to thrust each pinnacle of paradise out.

  ‘Oh, you needed that,’ he gasped. ‘You naughty girl, you were just begging for a...’ He slumped heavily over her back and let out a long climactic sigh.

  ‘Sounds like I wasn’t the only one who needed that,’ Jamilla laughed, and there was tenderness and power in her voice again. There was also, Lisa realised, a new equality.

  Again Lisa shifted her stance to keep the circulation going in her legs. What was she to do now? A few moments ago she’d been ready to denounce her new boss to the authorities. She’d thought that he was an overbearing harasser - but now it seemed that this woman wanted to be talked down and thrashed. Presumably the same was true of the lighter-skinned girl in the photograph who had been getting spanked over Michael Landers knee.

  Confused, the herbalist put her right eye to the keyhole again. The doctor was now helping Jamilla rise from the desk, his lip-curve tender. Smiling sleepily, the maid pulled up her pants and smoothed down her dress. Her eyelids were heavy with satiation, her skin flushed, her movements languorous. ‘Let’s lie down for a little while,’ the doctor said. He led her to a couch. Lisa could only see the end of it from her restricted viewing post. She heard the springs give as they presumably got carefully into place. ‘That’s it. You lie on your tummy, angel,’ Michael murmured. ‘Want me to ring for water? Coffee? Tea?’

  ‘Uh uh. I’m too orgasmed out to do anything but siesta,’ the Maltese girl said with delight in her voice.

  So the punishment and pleasure were over for now. Lisa stood up and backed soundlessly away. She went back to her room and peeled off her cotton shift; after all, it was well-dampened. As she edged down her panties she realised
that the gusset was warm and wet. Warily the herbalist brushed her fingers across her labia. The sensation which followed was so strong and sexually sweet that she almost yelped. Maybe a quick session with her fingers would relax her? Making sure that the door was locked, Lisa slid her middle digits round her clitoris and very quickly came. Arriving in a new country had obviously awakened her somewhat sleepy libido, stimulated her lust...

  She was re-showered and dressed in a cream lounging trouser suit by the time the 6pm knock came at her door. A light skinned woman of around twenty stood there. Lisa flushed with shock as she recognised her from the spanking photograph. ‘I’m Carmen. I cook for everyone at Vitality,’ the younger woman said. She smiled and held up her notepad. ‘I wondered if you’d like to order dinner? We normally all eat in the dining room at eight.’

  ‘All?’ Lisa muttered, trying to meet the girl’s hazel eyes.

  ‘Yes - Dr Landers, Jamilla the housekeeper, Marie-Rose the receptionist and Bakar the boy who takes care of the horses and the grounds. Oh, and there’s Ria, our Sex Therapist, of course, but at the moment she’s away.’

  ‘I thought Dr Landers employed twenty people?’ Lisa countered, playing for time, trying to envisage eating opposite Michael.

  ‘He does - a part time dentist, night care nurses, nutritionalists and a bookkeeper,’ Carmen explained, ‘but they don’t live in.’

  Do they get their bottoms spanked, Lisa wondered. She tried to imagine making small talk with the spanked Carmen and recently thrashed Jamilla over the minestrone. Realised she couldn’t yet face them, not just after the caning she’d just seen. ‘It’s been a long day,’ she said softly. ‘I’ll just have a light snack in my room.’

  The next day Lisa was woken by Carmen’s light knock on the door. After her tray-based breakfast of fresh Maltese rolls with sun-ripe tomatoes she showered then dressed in shorts and a top. Happily she walked down to Reception, intending to ask the receptionist for ideas about the islands sights. She’d been given a couple of days off to get to know Malta properly so now she’d...