by Sarah Veitch
January 17th
It's amazing how many toys that you can buy for a little kitten - and she's so sweet natured that she makes me laugh all the time.
January 18th
Watching my new pet makes me feel so energised that I've signed up for dance classes. I've also joined the gym.
January 19th
Will write later.
January 20th
Ditto.
January 21st
Woke up at 6am feeling not quite right in my body - and even an hour at the gym before work didn't help. Worse, I've just found Jimmy reading this diary which I'd brought to the office to update. I told him in no uncertain terms what I thought of him but he said that it was Rob's idea, that I needed taking down a peg or two. I ask you! As if I'm going to accept cheek like that from a lowly office boy! I'll confront Rob about it the second he comes back from his buying trip...
It's evening now and I'm back at home, writing this standing up. My posterior is so tender that I doubt if I'll ever be able to sit on it again. I knew that I was in trouble when Rob walked up to my desk and invited me down to the yard to see the newest props. 'Cost me a fortune but they're worth it,' he said. I could see his erection pushing through his charcoal-coloured suit so knew that he didn't simply have business on his mind.
'Is it wise putting exhibits out of doors?' I asked casually for the other employees' benefit as I followed him from the room.
'Oh, I have a canopy that I can erect if it starts to rain,' he said.
Immediately we entered the yard I could see that it had become a gymkhana. He'd set out an astroturf area for breaking in horses, a show-jumping section comprised of various fences, a row of three straw-lined stables and even a winner's booth with ribbons and rosettes.
Will people really hire all this for fancy dress parties?' I asked doubtfully.
'Oh Bridget, you're such a pessimist,' Rob said. 'If you were running this place we'd never have graduated from clown's costumes and Halloween masks.'
'It's just so big and expensive looking,' I replied, stung.
'Yes, so some people will only hire a couple of the jumps and the winner's booth - and our brilliant pantomime horse outfits to go alongside it, of course. But others who are into pony girl training, and who have the outdoor space, will book up everything.'
Pony girls? The combination of words was new to me but I deliberately ignored them. I wished, not for the first time, that Rob would simply fuck or finger me to orgasm rather than making me beg for mercy first. It was hell being locked in the stocks or tethered in the woodshed waiting for the paddle to lash down.
'Well, Miss Mones,' Rob said, smiling enigmatically, 'do you want to strip off or shall I do it for you? I'll so enjoy unfastening all the buttons on that pretty dress.'
I felt a low, dark thrill spiralling through my pubis - then felt ashamed at my own arousal. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other and made my voice snappish. 'So, what have I done wrong now?'
'Do you want a list? You made Janette retype a hundred envelopes because you claimed that she'd started each one too far to the right.'
'I have my presentation standards,' I said huffily.
'Standards which are in this case outdated. She's been on the new office management course and her presentation was perfectly correct.' He stared at me lasciviously and I just knew that he was imagining my bare bottom reddening under his ministrations. 'Start unbuttoning your dress whilst we talk.'
Mutinously I undid the first two buttons, taking my time.
'You sent the receptionist out to buy cat food,' Rob continued.
'Well, what with the gym and that paperwork you sent me home with, I didn't have time...'
'Overtime that I gave you because you were behind with your work.'
'Well, I couldn't concentrate with Jimmy always humming and singing.'
'At least he's happy,' Rob said dryly, 'unlike you.'
'I have my moments,' I shot back.
'Yes, for about a day after you've come - then you revert to being bitchy.'
'Takes one to know one,' I muttered, knowing that I was being childish. But what was I supposed to do, just strip off and take my punishment without complaint? No, giving in without a fight simply isn't in my nature. I wanted a good long argument, wanted anything to delay the moment when I was naked and... and whatever he had in mind.
'Strip,' Rob said.
I slowly finished unbuttoning my dress and let it fall to the floor then wriggled out of my underskirt and white panties before removing my white satin-sheen bra.
When I was completely naked, Rob looked me up and down. 'Nice - but you'll look equally nice in full riding tack.'
'You wouldn't,' I muttered, but he was already going into one of the horse stalls and removing some of the tack which was hanging on the back wall.
He pointed to the astroturf when he came back. 'Hands and knees.'
I thought about protesting some more but couldn't see the point. Hell, I was naked now and hopefully would soon be brought to climax. All that I had to do was crawl around for a few minutes like - what had he called it? - a pony girl.
As soon as I was on all fours, my employer fastened a strap around my waist which had a very long leash attached to it. 'Time, little pony,' he said, 'that you were broken in.'
'How on earth...?' I muttered.
'Simple,' he said. 'You trot round in a circle, guided by a very able ringmaster.'
As he said the word ringmaster he nodded towards the swiftly opening door. To my consternation, Jimmy walked in. I instinctively started to scrabble towards the row of horse boxes, determined to hide behind them. But Rob pulled me closer on the long leash. 'There's no point, Miss Mones. He knows all about this. Remember, he read your diary.' He handed Jimmy the other end of the leash. 'Here, you make her trot round and I'll apply the whip.'
This was a whole new level of hell, a living nightmare. How could I perform like a circus pony with this callow office boy watching me?
'I shan't...' I started to mutter, trying foolishly to hang on to some sense of dignity.
'You shall - just remember that one day you may be holding the leash whilst Jimmy's being broken in.'
I brightened a little at that whilst Jimmy paled. 'I wouldn't do anything to get in your bad books, boss,' he said alliteratively.
'I hope you wouldn't Jimmy, unlike Miss Mones,' my employer said. His smile faded. 'But remember, Jimmy, you don't tell anyone else about this little training session. Being humiliated in front of you is more than enough for Bridget. She doesn't deserve to become the office joke.'
'Point taken, boss,' Jimmy murmured obsequiously.
I glared up at him from the astroturf but he smiled down at me gloatingly, eyes raking over my naked body.
'Are you a breast man, an arse man or a legs man?' Rob Hillman said.
'All of them,' Jimmy said with the fervour of a typical eighteen year old - and I could see from the bulge in his trousers that this was true.
The next fifteen minutes was hell as Jimmy forced me to trot round and round whilst Rob periodically applied the horsewhip to my naked bottom until it was crisscrossed and stinging. At the end of the training session, Rob brought over a warm flannel and urged Jimmy to sponge me down. I could feel the teenager's fingers sneaking into my vulva and between my buttocks as he slid the cloth over my extremities. I trembled with humiliation and Rob said, 'Ignore her bad attitude, Jimmy - this makes her wet.'
'Doesn't,' I muttered then wailed as my boss caressed the whip marks on my hot flesh before moving his ministrations on to my labial lips.
'Jimmy - I'm going to fuck her whilst she's on her hands and knees so keep holding her training leash and stare into her face as she comes.'
At first I was sure that I wouldn't climax, not with the hateful teenager holding me in place, not with Rob staring at my backside, not with me on my hands and knees like an animal. But soon Rob's cock was filling me up, his stomach slapping against my well-whipped r
ump. I looked at the sly lust on Jimmy's face and new shame washed through me, somehow making a direct path to my clitoris.
'Miss Mones, I'll never think of you as unapproachable again,' the youth said, looking hungrily at my nipples.
'I'll let you finger her when she's in the stocks next time,' Rob grunted, thrusting harder and I came and came and came.
Well diary, I've got you safely home now so Jimmy can never read you again, but Rob's made it clear that the teenager will be allowed to take part in a future disciplinary session if I'm especially wilful. In turn, I'm determined to behave like a saint when either of the men are around. But a girl needs some release, of course, and it's just occurred to me how to get it. Little Janette is very keen to please and desperate to keep her first job. So next time she hands me some poor typing work I'm going to explain that I'll have to make a formal complaint to Rob Hillman and get her fired - unless, of course, she'd prefer to take a bare bottomed spanking from me in the Schoolroom and get it over with...
Stage Managed
Half an hour from now he'd be treading the boards for the very first time. Brian listened joyfully to Ms Guilden's announcement. She was phoning to say that the leading actor was still abroad due to an airport strike. 'You've always been a first class understudy. Now give of your best,' she continued imperiously.
'I won't let you down, Ms Guilden,' Brian said. He wanted to say lots more - about how he'd adored her for the full eighteen months he'd been with her theatre group. About how he wanted to win her undying approval even if he'd never find the courage to ask her out.
'Just remember my rule - no alcohol,' the thirty-something stage manager added into the receiver.
'I'm shaking too much to hold a wine glass steady,' the twenty-three year old actor replied.
He put down the phone, knowing that in less than an hour up to eight-hundred people would be staring at him. After a moments hesitation he headed for the drinks cabinet and prepared a triple vodka which had briefly flirted with some lemonade.
All too soon the curtain rose and the leading actress spoke her opening lines. Brian started to give his reply, but the alcohol raced through the adrenalin in his bloodstream. 'My relationships have always been...' he repeated then couldn't remember the rest of the phrase. The actress was staring at him in obvious panic. He swayed as the new understudy hissed his next line.
By the end of the first half the effect of the drink had worn off - but Ms Guilden's rage evidently hadn't. 'Wait behind after the play, Brian. I'm going to teach you a lesson in obedience,' she said.
Brian stayed in the Green Room until the rest of the cast went to the bar. Then he walked tentatively into Ms Guilden's office.
'I'm sorry I was so nervous, Miss. I...'
'No excuses. You were drunk,' the stage manager said. She uncoiled from her chair. She was three inches shorter than he but the sheer strength of her personality made her seem taller.
'It was just some vodka, Miss,' Brian mumbled, looking at her then at the plush red carpeted floor.
Ms Guilden took hold of his upper arm. Her grip was firm without being vicious. Brian soon realised she was marching him towards the door which held the stage accoutrements. 'You've behaved like a silly little boy so I'm going to dress you like one,' she said in a brooking-no-opposition voice.
Wordlessly the young actor allowed himself to be guided into the huge clothes and furniture filled room. The dark-haired woman left him standing in the middle of the floor whilst she went to the Burlesque Section. Soon she came back with an adult-sized short-sleeved white shirt, grey shorts, grey ankle socks and black plimsolls. She handed each to him.
'Put these on then go and lie over the desk in my room. There's a buzzer on it. Press it when you're ready to taste the cane.' She started to leave the room, then turned and walked to the section marked Scholastic and Collegiate. After rummaging in a long trunk she brought out a slender yellow rod. 'That's what I'm going to use on your naked rump - at least for starters. You may as well acquaint yourself with it.'
For long moments after she'd left, Brian held the punitive implement in both outstretched hands. He tried to imagine the savage impact it would have on his manly bottom. He wondered if he dared change into this ridiculous costume and prostrate himself over her cherrywood desk. But what was the alternative? He could leave and forego this coveted acting role which might lead to public recognition. Could leave and never be close to her inner strength and outer magnificence again.
Slowly Brian reached for the cotton clothes and held them against himself. Then he stripped off his suit and changed into the juvenile outfit before his courage fled. Looking in the mirror he saw an adult parody of a naughty schoolboy. The shorts were already putting him at a disadvantage, a disadvantage which increased when he picked up the cane. God, she'd known exactly what she was doing when she gave him his instructions. He felt small and foolish and completely hers to command.
Walking flat-footedly in the rubber-soled gym shoes, he made his way to her office. The door stood open. Still holding the cane between both wet palms, Brian walked shakily to the desk. He stared at the buzzer, the one she used to summon the actors from the Green Room for the next set of stage instructions. She must be there - relaxing - now.
Curiously, Brian prostrated himself across the desk. The position made his calf muscles stretch, and made his buttocks jut out like a human sacrifice. Feeling too silly to maintain the position, he straightened up again. Then he pressed the buzzer - he might as well get this showdown over with. Thereafter he paced the room until she arrived.
She walked smartly in. 'What did I tell you to do?'
'To...' He could remember her exact words. He just felt silly saying them.
'Not listening to your elders counts as a further offence. You're going to need very strict discipline indeed,' his superior said.
'Right,' Brian mumbled. He cast an uncertain glance at her as he indicated the desk. 'Shall I...?'
'No - take off one of your plimsolls and hand it to me. I'm going to put you over my knee and spank you for not obeying my instructions,' Ms Guilden said.
'Right,' Brian said again. His usual way with words had deserted him. But there was nothing usual about being stripped and spanked by the goddess of his dreams. He'd often wondered what it would be like to lose the stresses of the day between her full soft breasts or exercised thigh tops though he'd never envisaged being dressed up - and dressed down - like this. Still, being male involved trying out different experiences, and being a good worker involved taking your medicine like a man.
Ms Guilden sat on the centre of the settee and patted her lap. 'I want your buttocks under my palm, boy.'
'Mustn't keep teacher waiting,' Brian said in a mock jokey voice. He clambered awkwardly onto the couch then lowered himself across her knees before folding his arms beneath his chin.
'As you can see, I've access to your most intimate parts - and I'll squeeze them if you try to take those little cheeks away before I've finished correcting them,' the stage manager explained. She ran an exploratory hand down his shorts-clad front and Brian almost fainted with new depths of desire. This touch had been mockingly kind - the next one could be totally merciless. 'I'll... do whatever you say. I promise,' he tremulously replied.
He could tell by her movements that she'd picked up the rubber-soled shoe. He tensed - then relaxed as the sole made contact with his left buttock. The previously-unchastened flesh was cushioned by his underpants and shorts. 'Ouch,' he said dramatically as she repeated the stroke upon his other hemisphere.
'If it had really hurt you'd be bucking like crazy. You're not as good an actor as you think you are,' his dominator said. He cringed as she edged down his shorts and pulled them all the way off, before doing the same with his underpants. 'Oh dear, not even pink yet. We'll have to make up for that.'
She started to lash his bare globes with evident zeal, searing the centres. Then she moved down to torment the lower curves of his posterior before educ
ating the middle section again.
'Ah - it's really hot now,' Brian gasped out, alternately scrunching his buttock muscles up and relaxing them in a bid to lessen their fervour. He wriggled as he was spanked, his bare belly rubbing against her skirt-clad thighs.
'You'll pay attention next time,' his superior said, whacking the shoe against his nude nates. It was a statement rather than a question.
'Yes... Promise... Anything...' Brian gasped. He gripped the nearest cushion to stop himself reaching back to protect his buttocks. She'd threatened to toy cruelly with his manhood if he tried to bring his spanking to a premature end.
'Not long now,' Ms Guilden said, continuing his correction. Did that mean ten seconds or five minutes? Brian gritted his teeth and told himself that he could endure further spanks.
At last the anguish ceased and he heard her drop the rubber shoe to the ground. 'Go and stand in the centre of the stage now, and put your hands behind your head, Brian. I'll sit in the auditorium. Call me when you're ready to plead for mercy under my cane.' Brian got awkwardly into a kneeling position on the settee then got equally carefully to his feet. He reached for his lower garments. 'No, I want you to remain naked from the waist down. Just leave your clothes here,' his instructress said.
'What if the cleaning lady comes in?' Brian mumbled.
'She does an early morning shift, not an evening one. But if she does arrive she'll enjoy your bare-bummed show, won't she?' Ms Guilden smiled. He'd wronged her and was obviously going to be punished thoroughly. Nothing was ultimately going to save him from the swish of the cane.
He walked resignedly along the corridors until he reached the stage door and entered it. Then he stood in the centre and waited for the stage manager to take her place in one of the auditorium's many seats.
He didn't have long to wait. Soon she arrived and settled herself in the front row then she threw him the plimsoll. 'Balance it on your head, Brian, and don't let it fall. Deportment is so important,' she half-teased.
