by Sarah Veitch
'Crawl, boy,' she repeated, pulling her fingers slowly down.
'Yes, Ma'am.' Rick quickly got in place on the floor and started to move one arm then one knee forward. Grishna slapped twice at his rump before he crawled quickly away.
When he reached the foot of the climbing bars he didn't know what to do next. 'Stand up,' the Russian bank manager ordered, 'and grip the highest bar you can reach, boy.'
Rick stretched almost on tiptoe in his efforts to please. Maybe if he did exactly what he was told, she'd be merciful. Maybe she wouldn't correct him further with her thick broad belt.
'Turn your head,' the woman instructed. Warily Rick did just that. Grishna was holding out the belt to him. 'Kiss it nicely and ask for your remaining four strokes,' she said.
'Four?' Rick repeated dazedly. He moved his lips against the strap. It felt slightly warm and was about to warm his arse yet further. As a delaying tactic, he kissed the punisher again.
'Face the front now,' Grishna said. Rick sensed that she'd stepped back. He scrunched up his bum cheeks in the hope of making them a smaller target. 'Untense that bare bottom or I'll untense it for you,' she angrily warned. Using all his willpower, Rick let his cheeks relax into a smooth and very punishable canvas. Seconds later that canvas received another biting stripe. Rick did a little whimpering jig on the spot but managed to keep his fingers on the climbing bars. He mustn't make his stern Mistress enraged.
'Please dole out another hard lash whenever you see fit,' he muttered when his latest bout of squirming was over.
'I'm just enjoying the view for a moment,' Grishna said. She ran the thin end of the belt down the crevice between his cheeks and he writhed and moaned loudly at the sudden sexual excitement. 'Does the naughty boy like that?' she jibed.
'It's too much,' Rick admitted, squirming on the spot.
'That's a pity,' the Russian murmured, 'for I'm about to do it again.'
Rick felt her exquisitely returning to tease his nether crack. He almost took his fingers off of the bars but sensed that she wanted an excuse to punish him further. 'I'm staying in position. I'm doing what my Mistress wants,' he said.
'Myka - come and watch the way his arse wriggles,' Grishna purred.
Myka left her position near his face and moved away out of sight, her high heels tapping. Moments later the belt edge electrified his buttock furrow and another teasing hand played over his balls.
'Oh please, it's too exquisite,' Rick begged. He wanted to protect his testes, anus and cheeks but daren't let go of the climbing bars. Again he danced frenziedly about in place.
'I think he needs a harder lash that'll really give him something to cry about,' Grishna murmured.
'He certainly needs a lesson in obedience,' Myka agreed.
Rick waited, knowing that the sixth lash was about to fall. When it did he jitterbugged about, still holding on to the gym bars. 'It's so hot and sore,' he whimpered, gyrating his well-flogged cheeks.
'You should have thought of that before you short-changed us on the presentation,' Myka's voice murmured. Rick heard a new note enter her voice. 'Can I belt his bum, Grishna? I'll put the lash where you say. I'll be really firm.'
'You said that in Spain and ended up hitting the poor man with the buckle,' Grishna replied.
Rick held his breath and wished that he could hold his arse. He wondered if Myka's arm was as strong as Grishna's was. Would he find favour by kissing their shod feet or their wondrous clitorises? He wanted to please both women, and to take their minds off correcting him with the belt. He searched for the most ingratiating words. 'You must do what you want with me, Mistresses,' he murmured throatily, 'I'm totally yours to command.'
'Really?' Grishna queried. A new level of anticipation seemed to enter her voice. 'Myka - fetch the lead and studded collar from my suitcase,' she ordered. Rick glanced over his naked shoulder in time to see Myka leave the gym. 'I carry a leash in my suitcase in case I meet a stray pup like you,' the Russian woman continued, 'so that I can take it for a nice long walk.'
'I'll walk to heel if that's what my Mistress wants,' Rick forced out, feeling a strange mix of subservient joy and shame sweep through his torso. His traitorous phallus rose quickly up and stayed.
Soon Myka returned looking expectant and happy and flushed. 'Hands and knees, dog,' Grishna ordered.
Swiftly Rick obeyed. He felt the collar being buckled around his neck, and a slight pull of the leash started him walking. Grishna strode slightly ahead, holding the tether's other end. Myka walked behind, no doubt staring at his scarlet bum spheres. Her voice was a tremulous whisper, 'Can I lash him, Grishna, please?'
'Oh alright, give him one,' Grishna said.
Rick yelped as the leather stung his upper thighs. He crawled faster, faster, faster. Obviously enjoying his discomfort, Myka seared him with the belt again.
'That's enough. I want to give him the last two myself,' the other woman murmured. 'I think I'll have him stretched out over the wooden bench.'
She marched Rick to the long low seat. Obediently he laid his belly and chest across the wood, his hands and feet stretched out on the floor, his bum fully accessible.
'Can I play with his bum hole and make him wriggle?' Myka asked hotly. She was obviously getting into her stride.
'He knows that if he wriggles he'll suffer for it,' Grishna said matter-of-factly, 'and his arse cheeks look more than ready to beg.'
'Yes, they'll beg, Mistress,' Rick whimpered. 'They'll beg to be spared the last two hot strokes of the belt.' His psyche wouldn't respect her if she let him off with anything, but his sore bum felt obliged to try.
He cried out as someone teased a fingertip around his anal rose, causing the pink flesh to pucker. The finger went in a little way and he cried out some more. He wanted to come but he feared that if he did they'd make him lick it all up and swallow it. Or they'd parade him around the room on his collar and leash again.
'Lift your bum back so that you're pushing against my finger,' Grishna snapped. Slowly Rick arched his back and raised his bare bum; the feeling of being invaded intensified. 'Further,' his superior ordered. 'Again. Again!'
Gritting his teeth, Rick obeyed his Mistress to the letter. His rectum now felt very stretched indeed.
'Your finger's in up to the knuckle,' Myka whispered with obvious pleasure and admiration. 'And his bum hole's all twitching and tense.'
That very tension made Rick want to squirt again. He snuffled as he tried to stay in place.
'Stop snivelling boy. The last two stripes aren't negotiable,' Grishna warned, slowly withdrawing her digit. The ruthless strap whizzed down and Rick belatedly thanked her for the gift. 'Now ask especially nicely for the final essential leathering,' his stern Mistress said.
'I've been... a bad boy. I deserve a tenderised blushing arse. You were right to lead me around like a dog and tease my bum hole.'
'Keep going. I don't feel that you're really debasing yourself,' Grishna said.
'I know I'm not worthy, but I long to lick your clitoris, Mistress,' Rick continued.
'No, you're not fit to do so, but I might let you lick my rectum,' the cruel beauty replied. She brought the lash flaring down across the centre of his upturned cheeks and Rick at last broke through into true submission. His attempts at control deserted him and he felt free in his slavery and somehow released.
'I beg for permission to kiss your anus, Mistress,' he whispered submissively, and putting his compliant tongue to her buttock cleft, he licked and licked.
A Taste Of Her Own Medicine
'Three bottles of aspirin? That must be some headache you've got,' Tracy joked, handing the bottles over the Pharmacy Counter.
The woman laughed. 'They're for various sets of neighbours. Half the street's got flu!'
'Hope you don't come down with it,' Tracy added, summoning her brightest smile and voice tone. This Saturday job might lead to a full time position if the customers liked her - and if her boss was pleased with her work.
He
wasn't an easy man to please was Adrian Wells. He liked well-cut pure wool suits and gold cufflinks but loathed informality and fun and instant friendship. She'd only gotten these few hours a week out of him because his elderly assistant had been hospitalised.
'I could go full time,' she'd offered.
He'd quirked the eyebrow above one intelligent brown eye. 'I want a pharmacist that's trained.'
'Could take day release classes.' Though she was small and blonde, she'd soon show him she wasn't a bimbo.
'Let's see how you cope with Saturdays,' he'd said coolly. She was coping well whilst he was out on official business now.
The tinkling of the shop bell heralded his return. 'Sell much?' he asked.
'There's been a run on that new perfume and a woman bought three bottles of aspirin.'
'Three bottles?' She watched his forty-something features tighten. 'We're not allowed to sell such large quantities to the one customer, as you should know.'
'But it was for other people...'
'Doesn't matter who she said it was for! These are health regulation guidelines. We mustn't provide the means for a suicide.'
Tracy snorted a laugh. 'That's ridiculous! She could go to the chemist along the street and buy a second bottle...'
'That's not my problem.' He turned away, clearly brooking no opposition. 'Take off your pharmacy coat and deposit it in the back shop. As of this moment, you're fired.'
'Please don't!' Tracy took two quick steps back to stand in front of him beseechingly.
'You've jeopardised my working life so now I'll jeopardise yours. You have to take a taste of your own medicine. It's only fair.'
'I know but...' She licked her lips. 'Problem is, I've taken out a Hire Purchase agreement on a car. If I lose this job I'll end up in debt.'
'Then you should have learned your Employee Rule Book thoroughly.'
Tracy searched for the words that might appeal to his vanity as he clearly didn't have a better nature. 'Mr Wells - Sir - If you give me a second chance I'll try to learn from you thoroughly from now on.'
'You'd still have to be punished,' her employer said, scrutinising her from blue velvet hairband to patent black heels.
He still planned to penalise her, then. 'But if you dock my wages I won't be able to keep up my car payments.'
'Then we'll have to take the penalty out on your backside.'
His voice tone was calm. She felt her own pulse race. 'You mean...?' He had to be joking.
'A spanking for failing to follow pharmacy guidelines.' He pulled up his suit sleeves and she noticed he had worryingly large strong hands. 'Then a taste of my nice big belt on your bottom for not immediately taking responsibility for your mistake.'
Silence filled the shop. Her heart was beating so hard that she could no longer hear the passing traffic. 'How... how many?'
The dark-haired businessman flexed his palm. 'Let me see. I think I'll spank you for ten minutes, then use my belt six times.'
If she wanted to keep her job she didn't have much option - and a tiny part of her was hugely curious. Tracy hesitated, then decided to get it over with. 'Okay.'
'As it's your first time I won't expose you to an audience.' Striding across the room he put the CLOSED FOR LUNCH sign up, pulled the blind down and locked the door. Then he dragged a low stool into the centre of the room and sat down, looking over at her expectantly.
If only she could pay for her error in a less shameful way. Tracy shifted her weight from foot to foot as she stood behind the counter. She hoped he'd come and get her rather than make her walk towards him like a reluctant sacrifice.
'Get your witless backside over here.' She looked at his waiting lap. Damn him, and damn her own actions. She'd memorise the bloody employee handbook before she made another sale. Her calves shook slightly as she crossed one behind the other. 'If I have to come and fetch you I'll double the spanking time,' her employer said.
'Alright.' Her voice had gone tiny, lacked breath. She shuffled slowly to his side and put a steadying hand on his shoulder. Then she bent herself down, down, down and stretched over and out. She swallowed hard as she sensed him staring down at her clothed posterior, quivered as he stroked her taut spheres through the pharmacy coat.
'We have to partially bare the bottom before we can fully chasten it,' he murmured easily. She hadn't counted on this.
'I hadn't thought... is it really necessary?' she said in a husky tone.
'Oh, I think so.' He was clearly enjoying himself. 'Reach back and pull up your pharmacy coat to reveal your skirt.'
'I'm not wearing one,' she admitted, wondering if that was also against the rules. She had a feeling Adrian Wells was going to make her chastisement a prolonged one.
'Why not?'
'It's so hot in the store that I just wear a bra and pants beneath my white coat. After all, it buttons from neck to knee.'
She felt his fingers part her stockinged thighs, exposing more flesh. 'What a pity for you! I was going to dish the first few spanks out on top of your skirt to get your poor bum used to the soreness. Now you'll feel my palm on your pants from the start.'
She gasped as he suddenly raised his arm and warmed her arse cheeks hard six times. 'That was for not lifting up your coat when I told you to. I haven't started your proper thrashing yet.' He lifted his hand again. 'I'm still waiting! You'll get extra unless you show me your panties now.'
Breathing fast, Tracy reached back her fingers and pulled up the white cotton coat to reveal lacy white micros. They were thin and small and would afford her smooth bottom little protection from his ruthless hand. She shivered as he gloated over the quivering view and her bottom twitched with shame.
'I'm going to enjoy spanking this recalcitrant arse for ten minutes,' Adrian Wells said casually, 'and as my palm strikes your cheeks each time I want you to think about how good you'll be when making future sales.'
'I'll be good now!' Tracy muttered, hardly able to believe that this was happening. She stared dazedly at the lino, felt her boss shift her posterior higher upon his knee.
Then the slaps began. She jerked as the first one hit the middle of her right cheek, flinched as it was followed by a whack to the left that similarly warmed the centre. Further spanks heated the helpless lower curve of her rear. 'Stop wriggling, girl. I've hardly started yet.' The man rained stinging smacks on every defenceless inch of her thinly-pantied buttocks and naked thighs.
'Oh! Oh! Oh!' The hot pain built and built. Tracy pressed her tummy hard into his lap to make her bum a less tempting target. 'Ah! Ouch!' Her world was reduced to two stinging orbs and half-articulated words and cries. She tried to reach her palms back, but he gripped both her wrists in his hard left hand and continued the spanking, warming her buttocks over and over again.
At last he stopped. It must be over. Tracy let out her breath and allowed her body to rest more heavily across his lap.
'That's the first five minutes doled out. Five on the bare to go,' her governor said.
Tracy heard her own voice rise to an apprehensive whine. 'But my bum's on fire.'
'I hope you're not going back on your word?'
To do so would probably bring dismissal. 'No, sir. No.'
'Good girl. I knew these bad little buttocks would want to make amends.' Tracy closed her eyes as he pulled down her pants, wincing more as a shadow loomed in the shop doorway. At least he'd locked the place. She'd never get over the shame of it if anyone saw her being walloped like this!
Never get over the surprise of how much a spanking could hurt either. She'd had no idea her bottom would feel this sore.
'Kick your pants right off.' She did as she was told, feeling her big toenail scratch against her opposite ankle. The scratch was as nothing compared to the heat in her small firm bum. 'Mmm. That's coming along nicely,' her corrector said.
She squirmed as he stroked her newly-bared tender cheeks, wriggled as he ran a tormenting finger down the dividing furrow. God, that was exquisite. If only he'd keep touching
her like this she would surely come.
'Let's show you the error of your ways.' Adrian Wells lifted his palm again. Tracy grimaced, then yelped as the slap came down on her disrobed soft contours. A spanking felt and sounded much worse on an exposed arse. She could hear the sound echoing in her ears, winced as one whack was followed by another. He smacked her wriggling extremities again and again and again.
'Please... no!' She got her right hand free and curled it around his calf, tensing and untensing her fingers in rhythm to the thrashing.
'Stop complaining or I'll really give you something to cry about.'
'So hot and sore...'
'The spanking is almost over. You'd be stupid to give up now.'
She wasn't going to be stupid any more. She wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. She could take it. She clenched her teeth and closed her eyes and tried to drive her body forward to escape his palm's reddening slaps.
'Lucky I'm not doling out extra slaps for wriggling, isn't it, my foolish beauty?'
'Yes, sir,' a writhing Tracy said.
At last he stayed his palm. 'There, aren't you starting to feel better?'
'Yes, Mr Wells,' Tracy muttered doubtfully. Her buttocks and the backs of her thighs were blazing and her nose felt clogged.
'Only six of the best to go,' the pharmacist added, tracing the stinging crease.
Six...? Christ, she'd forgotten about the belt. 'I could please you in other ways,' she whispered seductively.
'Please me by not getting us struck off the pharmaceutical register,' Adrian Wells said. Was he made of stone? She reached five exploratory fingers back and found a satisfying hardness, cried out as he slapped her hand away.
'How dare you presume?'
'I thought that you might like to...'
'You rarely think - that's the trouble. Meditate on appropriate employee-boss relations whilst I warm your arse with my belt.'
'Couldn't we have fun first?' The smacks had brought fiery need to her groin. Her labia felt swollen.
'Any more lewd suggestions from you and you'll take that spanking all over again.'
