by Sarah Veitch
The Deal
At this rate she'd get thrown off the course. Laura stared beseechingly at Dorothy Donne, her final year tutor. 'I've done the lab practicals and all of the background reading. It's just that I ran out of paper and couldn't write the essay so...'
'So you could have come here and I'd have given you paper,' Mrs Donne said understandingly, leaning forward across the table.
'I didn't have the bus fare then. I only got paid last night,' the teenager admitted shamefacedly. She hated looking cheap in Dorothy Donne's eyes - the woman was always so impeccably dressed, so well-spoken, so poised.
For the first time, the thirty-something tutor looked faintly surprised. 'But I thought you had full parental support?'
Laura grimaced. 'I did, but dad's been laid off and mum fell and broke her arm in a fall, so neither of them are working. I've taken on a job in a wine bar but it's still hard.'
'I can imagine.' The tutor tented her fingers together and stared at them, obviously thinking. Laura looked at the woman's rings, wonderful amalgamations of white gold, diamond chips and rubies. She loved such stones and was desperate to complete this jewellery-designing course.
Suddenly the woman smiled. 'Got it! My husband will be forty next week and I've just started planning his birthday presents.' She leaned closer. 'He runs Gems & Things in King Street. Do you know it?'
It was a beautiful, if pricy, shop. Everyone knew it. Laura nodded. 'Before dad was paid off, I bought quite a few things there.'
Mrs Donne looked pleased. 'Anyway, I've been thinking of hiring a Sing-a-Gram to surprise him at the shop - but it's just occurred to me that you could do the job just as well. I could pay you a hundred. Here's what I have in mind...'
Five days later Laura swanned into Gems & Things and smiled at Darcy Donne. She browsed at the neck2neck section for a few seconds then brazenly lifted a velvet choker and dropped it into her bag. She smiled at the man again then reached for a leather belt with a handstitched willow pattern on one side and fastened it around her waist before sashaying towards the door.
As she'd anticipated, the man rushed over, blocked her way then steered her over to the counter. 'I think you have some of my stock in there.' He rifled through her bag until he found the velvet choker and deposited it on the counter top. Laura started to unbuckle the leather belt, getting ready to reveal her sing-a-gram costume. 'No, keep that belt on,' the man said grimly, 'to show the police.'
Ignoring him, Laura pulled the strap from her waist and removed her loose denim dress to reveal a black lacy top and tiny black shorts, both emblazoned with paper musical notes and the words 'a present from Dorothy.' To her amazement, Darcy Donne ripped the paper motifs off and tore them into little shreds.
'But your wife made these,' she gasped, thrown by his behaviour.
'Save it for the courts. I've heard every excuse under the sun,' the shop owner said.
Keep calm, explain. Laura took a deep breath. 'You don't understand - I'm one of your wife's students. She wanted to surprise you with a sing-a-gram and told me to take some of your merchandise. She said I had to burst into song after you apprehended me. Shall I sing your birthday song now?'
'Don't like singing,' the man said implacably. 'And especially hate songs by thieves.'
Laura forced back an expletive. 'I'm not a thief!'
'I've a security film says you are.'
Surely the security film would prove that she was just fooling about? Laura took a deep breath. 'Let's see it now.'
She followed the man into the back room, noting that it contained a double bed and two long couches. She sat down on one of the low couches as he rewound the film.
Seconds later she watched as a celluloid version of herself walked into the shop, glanced at the counter then proceeded to steal a choker. The shadowy figure glanced at the counter again then put on a leather belt. After making for the door, she was brought back to the counter by the owner, who seemed to run his hand over the front of her body. The camera was behind her by now so didn't show that he was actually tearing off the paper words which proved that she'd been hired as a sing-a-gram.
'They're cracking down on shoplifters. I reckon you could get three months,' Darcy Donne said.
No way was she going to prison for something that she hadn't done. This was getting out of proportion. 'Let me phone your wife,' Laura begged.
To her relief, the man pointed to the phone. Laura called the college and was put through to Mrs Donne's extension.
'I'm at Gems & Things, can't convince your husband that this is all a joke,' she said somewhat desperately. 'He's threatening to call the police.'
'Is he? Well, you'd better do as he says,' the lecturer said and the phone went dead.
What on earth...? Laura stared at the receiver then slowly put it down. Either this was the prank of the century or Mrs Donne was mentally ill.
'If I call now, you could be on your way to the cells in fifteen minutes,' the man said, staring at her grimly.
'No, please. I wasn't going to steal your stock!' Laura said.
'Going to pay for them, were you?'
'I'd pay if I could, but I've already got debts and... that's why I agreed to work for your wife.'
'Leave my wife out of this.' He reached for the phone.
'No - don't call the police!' The tapes made her look guilty so she'd end up getting fined at the very least.
'But you have to be punished.'
'I... you can punish me yourself!' she blurted out. Maybe he'd ask her to work unpaid hours in the shop amongst these glowing opal necklaces, mood rings and silver gatework ankle bracelets. Maybe he'd ask her to clean his car.
'If that's what you prefer,' said the man, staring at her dispassionately, 'I'll just lock the door so that no one comes in and sees you getting spanked.'
'You mean...?' She looked at his large hands imagining them coming down on her tender bottom.
'I'll deliver you to the nick myself if you prefer,' the birthday boy said.
Their eyes met, his determined, hers fiery. Should she hand herself in and tell the ridiculous - and uncorroborated - story about being a sing-a-gram? Or should she give up her dignity for five minutes and just get this over with?
Laura licked her lips. 'How... how do you want me?'
'Over my knee.'
He sat down next to her on the low couch and she inhaled hard and lowered herself across his lap. This couldn't be happening. She whimpered with anxiety as she felt him yank down her little black shorts.
'Bad girls don't get to keep their pants on, do they, my foolish thief?'
'No, sir,' she whispered, and felt him edge her pretty pink knickers down.
'So that's what a shoplifter's bum looks like.'
She felt the strength in his hands as he fondled her rear, imagined him staring down at her small smooth bottom. Felt him shift position slightly, then the first spank lashed down.
'Uh!' she grunted, half in surprise, half in pain. Repeated the sound as he warmed her other cheek.
'Thou shalt not steal,' he said grimly, and toasted both helpless globes again. He spanked and spanked her naked orbs and she kicked her legs the little she could and squealed like a piglet. By the time he stopped, her face was glowing with shame and her bottom was glowing with heat.
To her surprise, he picked her up like a parcel and deposited her on the bed. Uncertainly, Laura rolled over to hide her naked bum. Was he going to make a pass at her, moments after she'd spoken on the phone to his wife?
'Can I go home now?' she asked gruffly, feeling too ashamed to look him in the eye.
She was aware of the man standing back to survey her and shaking his head. Now that you're nicely warmed up your real punishment can begin.'
Laura sat up and licked her lips. 'But I thought...?'
'My dear, we've hardly started. You plunder my stock, you try to deny the charges. Now I've had to shut up shop early and am losing valuable customer time.'
Put like that it sound
ed heinous. Laura hung her head. 'But your wife told me to take the choker and the belt. .
'One of my handstitched belts,' said the man, shaking his head sadly. 'It's only fitting that I try it out on your arse.'
She'd never been beaten before, but the spanking had left her with a not-unpleasant tingling. Maybe a taste of the belt wouldn't hurt too much?
'Lie on your tummy and put one of those pillows under it to raise your arse,' said the boutique owner, flicking the belt down experimentally on the bed. It made a cruel whooshing sound.
'How many?' Laura asked tremulously, unable to control the nervous twitching of her bare bottom - a previously unchastised bottom.
'How many do you think you deserve?'
None, you bastard - I haven't done anything. She forced the thoughts back. 'Six,' she said, burying her face in her hands.
'Six on the bare - that seems fitting.'
'Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.' If this man wanted to play master and slave games then she'd do so, if only to get it over with.
She tensed her naked posterior as she waited for the first blazing brand. Instead the man palmed her spanked and sore hindquarters till she moaned with desire and rubbed her Mount of Venus against the quilt.
'Easy,' he said, 'exercise some control, my little beauty. You haven't earned an orgasm yet.'
No, sir.' Despite herself, Laura brightened at the thought of an orgasm. She'd normally have felt guilty about being aroused by a married man - but as Mrs Donne was indirectly responsible for this...
The teenager was still musing over the situation when she felt the store owner leave the bed. Seconds later the strap whistled down across the centre of her rear end.
'Aaaah !' She started to rise and her stunned tearful eyes met his.
'Do you want to leave? I left the key in the lock.'
'No...' She got back on her belly on the bed, determined to have a punished bottom rather than a police record. 'Just get it over with.'
'Oh I like to take my time.' He traced the first welt over and over. 'Would you like to ask nicely for the second? If you sound really remorseful, I won't have to beat you quite as hard.'
Laura hesitated then cleared her throat, determined to be obsequious for her flesh's sake. 'Please use the belt on my wicked little bum a second time.'
The jewellery store owner obliged. The lash fell over both buttocks, felt like it marked her bottom into quartets. Laura writhed and groaned, but kept obediently in place.
'That's it, sweetheart - almost halfway there.'
Again Darcy Donne talked to her and fondled her till she acquiesced to the third. This fell above the previous two, forming a wide band that looked as red as it felt to the bottom's owner. Laura yelped.
'Good girl!'
The fourth taste of the belt landed at the tender fold. She took the fifth high up, just below the place where back meets buttocks. Laura rolled over, covering her pained orbs with her palms. 'Oh it hurts, it hurts!' But she saw the man's disapproving expression and eventually rolled back on to her tummy, taking her hands away.
'I'll do the sixth one specially hard so that you always remember it.'
'Please, sir,' Laura whispered, her entire being concentrated on her helpless derriere, 'I'll never forget!'
She curled her fingers into the duvet and waited for the lash. As if keeping her in suspense, he teased her bottom with his fingers for long, long moments. 'Kiss the strap before I use it on you, my sweet.'
'Oh sir, please forgive me.' One tear dripping on to the expensive leather, she pressed her lips to the handstitched belt.
She tensed and relaxed her buttocks again and again, as she waited in fearful anticipation. Just when she thought he'd lost interest in punishing her, he brought the implement down across the middle of her backside.
'Laura felt as if all the heat in her body had rushed to her bottom. Reaching fervent hands back, she rubbed her reddened globes. 'I'll be good from now on, sir,' she whispered as he lay down beside her and stroked her hair, her face, her breasts.
'How good?' he asked, positioning her on her hands and knees.
Aroused - and ashamed at this arousal - Laura simply pushed her sex back towards him then whimpered with satisfaction as he slid into her warm wetness. Tightening her internal muscles for his pleasure, she showed him that she was very good indeed.
Afterwards, as they lay in each others arms, she whispered, 'Your wife really did book me, you know. She said she'd pay me a hundred pounds after the sing-a-gram.'
'She did? I thought you were just another broke student throwing me a line.' He pushed tendrils of damp hair back from her face. 'Obviously she knows that I'm into spanking - but she hates to be on the end of my palm. In fact, she's made it clear that she'd like me to go elsewhere for corporal punishment sessions so my guess is that she set you up for this.'
'So will she renege on the deal? I mean, will she still pay me my hundred pounds?'
Darcy shrugged then said, 'Probably not. I doubt if she's even got a hundred to give away. She's forever maxing out on her credit cards.'
Laura sat up slowly on the bed. 'I've got a lecture in an hour, so I have to go. But I'm free tonight. Why don't I blackmail Dorothy into coming back here with me and we can give her a taste of her own medicine?'
Darcy immediately looked interested. 'And how exactly would you achieve that?' he asked.
'Well, you know how much appearances mean to her. I'll tell her that you spanked me and that I've got a copy of the shop's security video. You can back me up if she phones, tell her that I stole it. I'll threaten to show the film at college, show you as an adulterer - and a kinky one! My guess is that she'll do anything to avoid losing face.'
Darcy nodded enthusiastically. 'You're right. She always gives outsiders the impression that we have the perfect marriage. That's why she's always urged me to be discreet about my extra marital affairs.' He hesitated then added. 'Actually, I've got a much better venue than this for sorting Dorothy out. There's a punishment chamber in town that you can hire by the hour. I've taken various girlfriends there in the past and they've all thought that it was great.'
'But Dorothy's not supposed to find it fun,' Laura reminded him grimly.
Darcy nodded. 'I know - I'm just saying that it's got everything you need to thoroughly punish a miscreant.'
That night, Darcy happily made his way to the dungeon and paid the dominatrix her usual fee to leave him in charge. He whistled quietly as he pulled the punishment trestle into the centre of the large, plushly-carpetted venue. After swishing various implements through the air, he selected a slender rattan cane. He'd hold onto the curved handled - and bring the business end down on his wife's naked arse.
The forty year old smiled to himself. He normally had to settle for the arses of teenage shoplifters or girls that he'd met in fetish clubs. Usually his wife ignored this side of his sexuality. But, by refusing young Laura her hundred pound fee and setting him up to believe she was a genuine shoplifter, she'd given them both a reason to blackmail her. So tonight she'd taste the rod.
Darcy straightened as he heard a knock at the door. Putting on his most supercilious expression - and taking his time to increase his wife's nervous anticipation - he walked to the door and ushered both females in. He could sense the expectancy in the air as they wandered around the dungeon, staring at the coiled whips, collars and leads which graced the walls. They also examined the punishment cross, whipping stool and other items of disciplinary furniture, though Darcy was surprised to see pleasure rather than fear in his lovely wife's eyes.
He clapped his hands to gain her attention. 'Dorothy,' he said, 'you've been very naughty. You tricked young Laura here into stealing from me and she earned a totally undeserved spanking.' He decided to keep quiet about the sex session. 'But rather than bring in the authorities, we've decided just to whip you over the punishment trestle. Pull down your pants now and get in place.'
To his surprise, his wife didn't flinch, start arguing or just o
bey. Instead she said, 'Darcy, my dear, you're the one that's going over the trestle. You've played away from home once too often and I've had enough.'
'Played away?' Darcy risked a quick glance at Laura but she simply smiled and nodded. Damn, the silly girl must have told his wife that they'd had sex together. 'But Dorothy you gave me the impression that I could enjoy any submissive I desired.'
'I said that you could spank any submissive. You'll remember that I also said there was to be no sex - yet Laura tells me that you seduced her. And I know she isn't the first girl you've had intercourse with.'
'Okay,' Darcy muttered, glancing nervously from one woman to the other, 'so I got carried away.' Normally he'd have blamed everything on his new young lover, but he could hardly do so while she was here in the room.
'We're also concerned that you're spanking shoplifters,' Dorothy continued, smoothing down her suede skirt suit over her slender haunches.
'They deserve it,' Darcy said, feeling increasingly that the tide was turning against him. 'They cost me cash and time.'
'For which they deserve full recourse to the law - not blackmail from a two bit shopkeeper,' Dorothy said and Laura nodded vigorously.
'From a two bit... from a shop owner,' Darcy corrected, determined to keep his dignity.
'Oh, you know damn well that shop has never paid for itself. You'd be out on the street if you didn't get frequent hand outs from my daddy,' Dorothy replied.
'So he's not the big entrepreneur?' Laura asked softly.
'He's not even solvent. My family have always carried him,' Dorothy said. She clapped her hands. 'Anyway, husband dear, Laura and I have decided to give you a taste of your own medicine, so go and stand by the whipping post.'
'You must be joking,' Darcy said. He looked from one face to the other, but neither female was smiling.
