by Sarah Veitch
Then she felt his welcome firm body on top of hers. 'Shall I ride you like a tandem, nice and slowly?' he whispered sexily. 'Or will I drive you hard and fast like a mountain bike?'
'Slowly, please, sir,' Suzie muttered, craving the type of long languorous cock strokes which usually brought her to a climax. She groaned with desire as Bryce slid all the way into her welcoming duct. He eased in till the head of his shaft lightly teased her cervix. Then he pulled almost out before repeating the progressive pleasure-drive again. And again and again and... Soon Suzie was pushing her scarlet buttocks back to take him deeper into her front, her nipples pushing through her blouse to brush against the grass as she wriggled on her belly. 'Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!' she gasped deliriously and promptly came. The rapturous waves seemed to flood her belly and her groin for long suspended moments. And Suzie knew with sudden clarity that she never wanted to experience orgasm without spank-based foreplay again. Bryce obviously felt the same, for he groaned loudly into her hair and convulsed against her, making little grunts of ecstasy as his fingers tightened on her breasts.
Afterwards they fixed their clothing then lay dozing in the sun. 'I'll have to go in an hour... the ferry,' Suzie murmured at last.
'I'll take you there,' Bryce offered, kissing her hair.
'How?'
He nibbled firmly at her earlobe before answering. 'On the tandem, of course.'
Suzie sat up and looked at the nearby bike. 'But the front wheel...'
'I've a bicycle repair kit in my rucksack. It'll only take ten minutes.'
Suzie let the words swim round her sensation-saturated brain. 'You mean the bike will be fine, that I got punished for nothing?'
'You got punished in order to enjoy the best orgasm of your entire existence,' Bryce said.
'I reckon you enjoyed it too,' Suzie smiled. They seemed to be equal again. Equal with one difference - she was the only one that was saddle sore from thigh to waist. 'You're a total bastard,' she added playfully, then winced as Bryce frowned.
'I'll punish you for that remark next week,' he said.
'Next week?' Suzie repeated. She realised she'd spent much of the day echoing this man's words in a tone of disbelief or wonder.
'Yes, when I come to Glasgow for the weekend.'
'To see me?' She cuddled close to him, again feeling sure of herself.
'Well, to tan your arse, my dear.'
Suzie blushed and leaked a little more sex juice and looked away. 'I might manage to fit you in,' she said loftily.
'And I might manage to deepen the shade of that supercilious little backside.'
Touche. Bryce fixed the tandem and went in front, with Suzie virtually standing on the pedals in order to keep her hot bum off the saddle. She tried to envisage Bryce and herself in her bachelor girl flat. Would he spank her with his strong right hand or thrash her with the big wooden kitchen spoon or with her fibreglass riding crop? Only one thing was certain - soon after he arrived she'd be riding much more than his bike.
From Russia With The Lash
'Your Russian clients are here!' Rick's secretary smiled.
'I'm ready for them!' Rick lied, adding a few hasty words to his notebook. He knew that the Smart Card Seminar he was about to give was pathetically weak. But how would these Russian bankers know? They'd never even used smart cards before, far less understood the technology. He could bluff his way through.
He got to his feet as the two Russian strangers strode in. Called Grishna and Myka, they looked magnificent in well-cut grey skirt suits. They were six inches taller than he, and two crushing handshakes confirmed their easy power. Interest flickering inside his parched brain and moistening Y-fronts, Rick returned to his chair.
'Tea and coffee are on their way,' he smiled. 'But can I order you anything to eat, ladies?'
'Just chip cards, perhaps!' Grishna said. So she knew the term chip card, the less usual name for a smart card. Rick wondered what else she knew about his technological theme.
'I thought we'd start with the smart card's history and fundamentals,' he grinned, beginning to trot out his well-worn introduction.
'We know the fundamentals already,' Myka, who seemed to be second in command, said.
'And we know all about the major market sectors and the successful application areas to date,' Grishna added.
'You do?' Rick swallowed hard. He felt as if a big spotlight had been shone on him and he'd been found to be wanting. This presentation was to last for eight hours, so how the hell was he going to fill in the rest of the day?
He looked helplessly at Grishna's coiled black hair and dark red lips. Her long nails were a matching glossy red and equally daunting. She leaned forward impatiently and her jacket fell open to reveal a close-fitting white blouse which showed the twin curves of her full firm breasts. 'Tell me the smart card's implementation vis-a-vis my business,' she ordered. 'That's why we're here, after all.'
Rick's brain raced to rediscover the little he knew about Russian banks. 'Well, the phone lines often go down in Russia, right? And that holds up transactions. But with a smart card you can still get an electronic funds transfer at point of sale.'
'And?' Grishna prompted.
'And...?' Rick looked pleadingly at Myka, the less dominant of the two women, for help, but she obviously wasn't fully on his side. She stared back at him with impossibly dark eyes, her small breasts rising and falling beneath her grey striped waist coat. Her hair was long and loose and framed her watchful face.
'Tell me about proposed future applications,' she ordered sharply.
'Oh, and we need to be convinced about the security aspect,' Grishna cut in.
'Of course, ladies,' Rick stammered out. He strung together a few vague sentences, stopped talking as neither nodded or smiled.
'I understand than the phenomena has taken off in Japan,' Myka sighed. 'Have they had to face any problems that would also affect our own country?'
'I... um... very possibly,' Rick said. He tried to recover his theme. 'In Britain we use the card in garages and shops and there are plans to...'
'We know all this. We need a Russian perspective,' Grishna replied. She glared at him until he looked at the floor and toed the plush blue carpet. When he dared to look back she glared at him some more. God, why hadn't he researched this seminar instead of enjoying three hour lunches? He hadn't expected them to be quite so aggressively supreme...
'Maybe I could just say a few words about multifunctional payment cards?' he muttered weakly.
'Maybe you could just admit that you've wasted our time and money,' Grishna snapped back. She stood up, all toned calves and angry black stilettos. 'Lead me to your Managing Director. I'm going to suggest that he dismisses you,' she said.
'Please, no,' Rick blurted out, genuinely appalled. 'Anything but that.'
'Anything?' Grishna asked softly. She paused. 'In that case tell your secretary you don't want to be disturbed, and lock the door.' Rick obeyed her instructions, his hands and voice shaking slightly. 'Now take off your trousers and lie over my knee,' Grishna said.
For a moment Rick forgot to breathe. There had to have been a breakdown in translation. 'What did you say, please, Miss?' he stammered.
'Remove your trousers. I'm about to spank your idle bottom,' Grishna said.
'And if I don't?' Rick muttered, overwhelmed at the shameful prospect.
'If you don't I'll see that you're fired,' the Russian professional replied.
He knew when he was beaten - or was about to be. Hesitantly Rick undid his belt and reluctantly pulled down his trousers. He pulled them off along with his socks and shoes. He noticed that his underpants said Wednesday when this was in fact Thursday. How had he let himself get so out of control?
'Get that arse over my lap,' Grishna snapped. Myka pulled her chair closer, obviously keen to have a ringside view of the action. Shivering, Rick bent himself across the taller woman's knee. Her legs felt firm under his and when she ran a palm over his underpants her hand was equally
forbidding. 'I'm going to give you the spanking of your life, young man,' she said.
Determinedly she started to pull down his Y-fronts, and Rick felt his bum cheeks tense. He hoped that his crack was really clean, prayed that she wouldn't tease it open with her fingers. He was so totally upended that she could do anything she liked.
'I'm really sorry that I didn't prepare for the presentation, Miss,' he whispered anxiously.
'Your arse is going to be exceptionally sorry,' the Russian bank manager replied.
She dragged his underpants from his legs, then sat there, presumably staring down at his naked hemispheres. Rick could sense both his buttock muscles giving the occasional involuntary fidget. He knew without looking up that Myka was also staring at his jerking pale rotundities. Presumably she also wanted him to receive a reddened arse.
'Is there nothing that I can do or say to salvage the situation?' he muttered piteously.
'Just don't whimper as you're thrashed as it usually makes me hit harder,' Grishna said.
Moments later Rick felt her palm crash into his bare backside. God that woman knew how to administer a spanking. As he caught his breath he felt her hand whack into the other buttock then warm the first globe again. Spank followed spank followed spank in a merciless torrid rhythm. Rick gasped and squirmed and kicked his little legs. 'How much longer, Miss?' he whimpered, his poor buttocks glowing. At that moment someone twisted the handle of the door.
Rick froze in situ over the woman's knee.
'It's locked,' she reminded him coolly. 'Ask who it is then, fool,' she ordered.
'Who is it, please?' Rick croaked.
'It's Shelley,' came his secretary's voice, bewildered.
'We won't be long,' Rick said, wishing it were true. He stiffened in surprise as Grishna dumped him onto the floor. 'Is my punishment over, Miss?' he muttered into the carpet.
'Hardly,' said the Russian woman. 'I've barely started yet.' She pointed to his lower clothes. 'Put those on then tell your secretary that I've left vital documents back at my hotel room. You're coming with me so that I can finish roasting your arse.'
What could he say? The alternative was instant dismissal. Hell, his superiors would probably spank him themselves if they saw how poor his Smart Card Seminar was. Obediently Rick crawled towards his underpants, his red bum sticking up like a beacon. He dreaded the prospect of it receiving additional heat. 'I may be gone some time,' he muttered to Shelley as he left the building flanked by the much taller Russians. Their sleek hired car was outside.
Myka drove and Grishna sat in the front seat. Rick huddled, chastened, in the back seat. He was glad of the soft cushion for his poor spanked bum.
When they reached the hotel, Grishna went straight up to the desk. She spoke, smiling and gesticulating, to the manager. After a few minutes he nodded and handed her a key ring. 'Come - we go to the gym, boy,' she said.
'Why are we...?' Rick started nervously.
'Don't answer her back or your bum will suffer doubly,' Myka murmured as they entered a deserted corridor and Grishna took hold of his ear. Rick yelled and forced himself to keep close to her to save any further pull on his poor earlobe. He was glad when they reached a tan door and went in. A small gym containing a padded horse, climbing frame and exercise bike met his gaze. Grishna locked the door behind them, then turned queryingly to Rick. 'Unless you'd prefer hotel guests watching your bum start to beg?'
'Please Miss, no,' Rick said. He wondered if he should fall at her feet and kiss her glossy black shoes or her firm ankles. But she looked so tall and stern that he didn't dare. Instead he forced an ingratiating note into his voice. 'Shall I lie over your knee again Miss with my pants down? Would you like to tie my naughty hands?'
'No, this time you're to lie across the gym horse,' Grishna snapped.
Obediently Rick approached the exercise device. He could see that it would take all his energy to climb on to it. He turned back to his superior, waiting for the order to unveil his lower half.
'Strip!' she barked.
Rick froze in place. 'What, everything?'
Grishna nodded sternly and Myka grinned.
Was there to be no end to his shame? Tremulously Rick unbuttoned his jacket and shirt and set them on the bench, then he pulled off the rest of his clothes till he was totally naked. 'Not much of a man, are you?' Grishna murmured, walking up to him and jabbing a sharp finger at his nipples and chest. Rick forced himself to accept her merciless jibing. 'His bare bum's going back to its normal colour,' Myka said.
'That will never do,' Grishna parried. She pointed to the gym horse. 'Boy, get your arse up there pronto!' How did she know words like pronto? Her English - and her command of him - were very good. Rick scrabbled to pull himself up onto the padded back, but his arm muscles failed him. His testes wobbling, he took a little run at the horse. This time he got a better hold and succeeded in levering his naked body onto the contraption. Behind him he heard the women's sarcastic applause.
'Look into his eyes, Myka,' Grishna said. 'Keep me informed of his expression. I want to know which lashes really hit home.'
'Even the spanking hurt,' Rick said hurriedly, afraid that the word lash implied a whipping. Could he endure having his bottom soundly flogged?
Grishna walked until she stood in front of his face. 'See this belt?' she asked, stroking the thick leather cincher which emphasised her rigid waistline. 'It's going to hurt your helpless bare cheeks for a very long time.' As she started to unbuckle it, Rick groaned. The belt was broad and black and soon coiled in her hands with undiluted cruelty. He could envisage the wide stripe it would leave on his defenceless small arse. 'Grip the sides of the horse,' Grishna said. 'We don't want your fingers coming back to protect your chastened posterior. And remember to stare into Myka's eyes after every lash.'
Grishna disappeared in the direction of Rick's twitching bum. Myka took her place at Rick's grimacing head and gazed at him with wide eyes that seemed to sparkle with excitement. 'Thank her for each stroke and she may go easier on you,' she whispered awkwardly.
'No whispering, Myka, unless you want to be similarly stripped and whipped,' Grishna warned.
Myka blushed and hung her head. 'The bad boy is now ready for punishment, Ma'am,' she said a moment later, patting one of Rick's hands softly. Rick closed his eyes, and immediately his entire focus centred on his naked orbs. They were so hugely exposed and helplessly vulnerable. If only he'd done the work that he'd been paid to do. 'Please use your belt on me, Mistress,' he whispered obsequiously. Then he jerked and swung his hips from side to side as the Russian goddess obliged. God, she packed a powerful swing. His flesh felt fervent. Rick writhed piteously over the padded horse.
'He's moving his lips a lot,' Myka observed. 'He looks like he's wincing, but I don't hear him thanking you for that much-needed lash.'
Belatedly Rick remembered the drill. 'Thank you for... for laying on the lash, Miss,' he forced out. 'I'll be the perfect host from now on, and...'
'And you'll tell me how much you deserve the second stroke,' Grishna said.
Rick grimaced. 'He's making a face,' Myka informed. She stared into his eyes with almost hypnotised fascination. 'Is she thrashing you really hard?' she whispered throatily. 'Is your arse ablaze?'
The executive nodded. Aloud he said 'It's only right that I taste your belt again, Mistress.'
'I plan to whip you into total submission,' his dominatrix said.
The third lash went lower than the previous ones and stung the region where his cheeks met his thighs. The heat seemed to ricochet through to his naked cock. Rick reared up, spread fingers reaching back to hold his sore extremities. He caught Myka's warning glance and quickly got back in place. 'We'll have no more such insubordination,' Grishna murmured, palming his spheres with a firm cool palm which clearly meant business, 'else I'll find your puckered arsehole and make you suffer all the more.'
As her words faded Rick felt a hot streak of pain emblazoning its way across his flanks in a diag
onal searing. Again he instinctively put his hands back to cover his heated flesh.
'That's it - I've had enough. You obviously need a reminder of who's in charge before you receive the rest of your thrashing,' Grishna said tautly. She pointed to the nearest corner. 'Stand there and put your hands upon your head.'
Slowly Rick got down off the horse then immediately rubbed again at his well-disciplined areas. Noting Grishna's glare, he hurriedly did as he was bid. He stood there till his elbows ached, waiting for further instruction. He could imagine both women staring at his dangling balls and hotly chastened cheeks.
At last his Mistress said 'Now walk around the room.' Rick started to lower his arms but she snapped 'Hands still on your head, fool!' Rick walked the wooden floorboards, his manhood at uncertain half mast. 'My, but that's a sad looking specimen,' the Russian woman sneered. Her colleague gigglingly agreed with her. 'Bring it here for our further attention,' Grishna said.
Rick walked nervously closer. To his chagrin, his phallus grew longer and harder. 'I do believe he likes showing the winkle off. Or maybe he'd rather we looked at it rather than concentrating on his posterior?' Grishna asked.
'You must concentrate on whatever you like, Mistress,' Rick whimpered. 'My tongue is at your service, and begs for permission to kiss your intimate flesh.'
'Only use that tongue to speak when you're spoken to,' Grishna warned. She pointed to the exercise bike. 'Press your apologies for balls against the saddle and start pedalling. Just remember how my belt will feel if you dare to stop.'
His balls contracting with the shame of being so talked down to, Rick did what she required. The cool saddle felt hard against his flesh, and each cycling movement brought pain and pleasure to his testes. Rick gasped and groaned as he circled his naked legs.
'Now crawl to the climbing frame,' his dominatrix bid.
'Crawl?' Rick croaked. Immediately Grishna crossed the room and grabbed him by one nipple.
