Corrective Measures

by Sarah Veitch

  She'd do anything to avoid such shaming pain. 'No more spanks, sir,' Tracy whispered, putting her spread fingers over her baking bum and keeping them there protectively.

  'Think of this moment next time you're tempted to make a mistake.'

  'I will, sir, I swear.' She'd say whatever it took to get herself free of his lap, free of this punishment.

  'Then get your belly over that counter now.'

  That wasn't quite what she'd had in mind. Still, only six lashes to go. At least it wouldn't last for ten whole minutes. Dazedly she pushed herself back from Adrian's merciless knees. She got carefully to her feet, keeping her white coat tucked under her armpits, guessing that to let it fall down over her bottom would earn her extra strokes.

  Turning towards the counter, the young woman caught sight of her bottom in the large wall mirror. Both globes had a hot scarlet centre, with blurred slightly lighter red prints where his fingers had landed on the sides of her hips and on her thighs. She put a palm to each buttock, feeling the heat against her hands like a sign of surrender, a sign of her previously-repressed submissiveness.

  'I won't put soothing ointment on at the end if you're slow,' her employer said, unbuckling his belt. He doubled it and flexed the worn leather. Tracy stared at the thick black band, and felt a sudden urge to kneel and kiss its length. But she wouldn't give the man the satisfaction of knowing he'd gotten through to her, that he'd won.

  'Is this what they mean by counter service?' she muttered, pushing her tummy against the glass top then flinching back a little. 'Oh, it's cold.'

  'My strap'll soon warm you up.' She hoped her already-toasted flesh wouldn't be able to feel much more. 'Get that belly flat. Push those hips out. There, that's better.' Better for who?

  Only six strokes, she tried to reassure herself. Only... The first lash hit the full bent-over swell of her backside and she registered the cruel cut, followed by its furiously smarting aftermath.

  'Oh. Ouch. I...'

  'Keep gripping the counter. Stay in place.'

  She'd show him. She could take another five. She was a grown woman. She knotted each muscle in her backside as she sensed him draw back his arm then tensed some more as his hands returned to caress her waiting nether cheeks.

  'Relax that bottom now or I'll give six extra strokes to your inner thighs.'

  'I... can't!' He flicked the end of the strap warningly at her stocking top and she found that she could force herself to obey his orders. With effort she turned her rear end into a smooth waiting canvas then yelled as he laid on the second stroke.

  Her fingers left the counter. She straightened, then got back into place. 'Lucky for you that you recovered yourself. Failure to obey the rules will always result in punishment.' She knew that already, Tracy thought, waiting for the belt to sear her bottom again.

  He took his time, as if enjoying making her wait. What must she look like, her pharmacy coat tucked under her arms, her bared cheeks sticking into the air like a reluctant offering?

  'A pretty picture,' her boss mocked as if reading her mind. 'The picture of a girl who knows she needs punished long and hard.' A girl who knows she needs to orgasm under her own or her lover's fingers, Tracy thought, rubbing her pubis against the glass.

  'Now where will I land the third lash? On that jiggling lower flesh or upon your parted thigh tops?' The thigh tops would hurt the most, but Tracy was damned if she was going to tell him that.

  'Answer me, girl.'

  'Wherever you think fit, sir.' There, that should floor him.

  Lightly he mocked her answer. 'Wherever I think fit.'

  He brought the belt down over the centre swell, marking her buttocks into quartets; he'd obviously had lots of practice. Had there been other disobedient Saturday girls treated in this way? Half a thrashing to go, Tracy told herself bravely. 'Tell me how sizzling your bottom is,' her exacting boss said.

  Tracy nibbled at her lip. Jesus, he liked his pound of flesh, this one. 'It's... very hot indeed.'

  'It's going to get hotter still, isn't it?' He swung back the belt again, kept it held against his waist, a silent warning.

  'Yes, sir. Unless you decide I've had enough, sir. It's up to you.'

  'Mmm, it is. I suppose we could do a little test to see if you've learned obedience. What do you think?'

  He was probably out to trick her. She didn't trust his tests. 'I'll take the last three strokes, sir.'

  'Good girl. Don't put your hands back, remember, to protect your bum.'

  'I won't.' She dug her fingers into the edge of the smooth surface and willed herself to stay in place. Her buttocks throbbed. Her legs stung. One lash had wrapped itself round to sting at her belly. He laid on the fourth stroke at the crease where bum meets thigh.

  'Aaah,' Tracy cried out into the misting glass. The skin had tightened so that it felt as if the strap was still in place. God, he was merciless!

  'Thank me for the fifth one,' he said, administering it firmly to the flesh further up.

  'Thank you, sir,' she whispered when she'd recovered her breath. 'I know I deserve the sixth one.' Maybe he'd get it over with quickly and she could skulk off to the toilet and play with herself.

  'Oh you do, you do. Getting me into trouble with the authorities. Denying the charge.' She felt Adrian Wells unemotional palms kneading and stroking her helpless bare bottom.

  'I'll be the perfect assistant from now on, sir.' Just use your belt on me for the final time and get it over with.

  She tensed up as he stepped back, willed her nervous hindquarters to relax, looked round as he pulled the belt back over his shoulder. 'Master, I beg - not that hard.' She hadn't planned to use that word. It had just popped out.

  'Only teasing. I'll be especially lenient because you've recognised me as your Master,' he said, and brought the strap forward before flicking it with unbearable accuracy at the divide between her cheeks.

  'Right, lie over my lap again whilst I apply some cooling lotion.'

  She'd rather apply some labial-heating hands... Still, he was the boss, was her boss. Today he'd made that painfully clear. Staring at the ground, she walked over to his now seated form and again bent over his knee, wincing as he caressed her trembling buttocks. Then he squeezed a cold rose-scented balm over them and she sighed with relief.

  Oh, that was nice! Moisturising and cooling, and... She wriggled anew as he worked the lotion into the crack of her bum, rimming her arsehole and sending all the little hairs into erogenous frenzy. Didn't he know that was a sensitive place which made her squirm?

  'Stop moving about or you'll anger me,' her employer said.

  'But I can't bear...'

  'Who's in charge around here?'

  'You are, sir.' In charge of my libido.

  'Then do exactly as I say.'

  Tracy summoned up all her willpower, then he caressed her craving conduit again. Jesus, that was so thrilling. She twitched and moaned despite herself.

  'I really won't warn you again.'

  'What if I can't help it?'

  'Then I'll have to bring in my riding switch from home and use it on you next Saturday.'

  'Saddled or unsaddled?' she whispered, trying - and failing - to blot out each teasing caress.

  'Bareback, I think.' He was using his thumb pad to trace her writhing rectum.

  Tracy closed her eyes tight and whimpered. 'I'll do my best not to move without permission, sir,' she gasped. But her best wasn't quite good enough, for after two more minutes of having her bottom furrow fondled she pushed herself against his fingers and hugely and pleasurably came.

  Girls On Film

  'Fancy an early night, Maris?' Richard Kearn slid his hands over his wife's front and thumbed her under-jumper nipples. His spouse patted his knuckles affectionately, then peeled each hopeful digit away.

  'Sorry, Richard - I've been on my feet here since 2pm. I'm knackered.'

  'On your back more like!' laughed Karen, her assistant, hurrying to re-stock the comedy video display. />
  Richard looked from one woman to the other as all three of them got ready to leave the closed-for-the-night video store that his wife ran. Maris and Karen were the only ones who actually worked here, but male customers came in every day. Did he have a rival who was secretly shafting Maris in the back shop? She had so little time for him sexually nowadays...

  As Maris went to fetch her coat, he sidled over to Karen. 'On her back, you said?'

  'Uh huh.' The girl seemed to be having second thoughts about her disclosure. 'We... get these videos in and take turns watching them during quiet times. Some of them are Triple X.'

  'And she... relaxes herself?' He'd always gotten on well with Karen but talking to her like this was something new, exciting yet awkward.

  'Course she does. Wouldn't you?' the wide-mouthed twenty-six year old said. Then she reddened slightly, and dipped her head forward till her shaggy elfin-cut hair covered her face.

  Richard heard the click as his wife closed the safe, and knew she'd be out in a moment. 'Maris isn't on till lunchtime tomorrow, is she?' he queried.

  Karen nodded.

  'In that case I'll call in just after you open and get a list of her favourite movies. I can buy them for her birthday as an additional treat.'

  The next morning he was there as promised. 'For God's sake don't tell her I told you,' Karen said, producing a handwritten list. Richard felt the surprise prickle down his back and up his prick as his eyes scanned the scented lilac pages: Bernadette Bares Her Bum For A Birching. Tania Touches Her Toes For Merciless Mistress. Chloe Tastes The Cane.

  'But these are spanking videos!' he all but yelped.

  'Well... all types of punishment. We bought the first one for... um... a bit of a laugh when this independent rep came in.' The girl's words were brave but her tone was halting. 'Maris has been mail-ordering them ever since.'

  I've been concentrating on my wife's tits when she really wants her arse warmed, Richard thought with a pang. He'd have to give her a spanking for not being honest with him about her sexual preferences. That would give him an excuse to chastise her buttocks for the very first time. He could bend her over the settee and pull down her knickers when they got home tonight. And then...

  He mused some more. But by 10pm she'd have stroked her swollen clit whilst she watched this Theresa Gets Soundly Thrashed film that Karen was now showing him. And it might be too much too soon if he roasted her little bottom out of the blue. Well, out of the red... Richard thought about it as he stared down at the type of film which made Maris hot and wet and desperate. Maybe she'd take his new dominance more seriously if he made a spanking movie of his own?

  Karen came through for him again. She was a special girl - most accommodating. 'Keep my face out of the frame, and don't tell Maris I had anything to do with this,' she said as she let him into the store a few days later at 8am.

  'I'll say I borrowed her keys and let myself in,' Richard reassured, setting up his camcorder. He winked and grinned in the hope that she'd keep looking at his face and not notice his big-as-it-gets erection. 'I'll tell her my over-the-knee victim was a friend of a friend!' He manoeuvred his various props till they were exactly as he wanted them. Now they could begin.

  'I'm looking at a wicked little bottom and imagining that it's your bottom, Maris,' he murmured into the camera. He stroked the smooth suntanned bum over his lap. 'It's a bottom that deserves to be whipped severely, one that should be warmed without mercy,' he continued. Karen shuddered and he saw her breathing move to a faster and less even rhythm.

  'A wifely arse should spare some thought for the cock of its husband.' Richard caressed the small high globes with enjoyment and lust. 'Oh, the woman doesn't have to be available twenty-four hours a day, but the clit should sometimes wait for the man rather than always resorting to its own fingers. That's why we're having to punish the soft bottom now.'

  He held up a warning hand as he contemplated the rest of the feminine rump. 'No, don't say anything. Anything you say may be taken down and used in evidence against you. Well, it already has, seeing as I've just torn your lacy knickers away.' He squeezed the helpless orbs then fingered the equally smooth backs of thighs and pubic mound. 'I've stripped you because I know how shy you are about strangers seeing your bum, and because it'll hurt more. Anyway, I like to spank a woman on the bare.'

  Richard straightened his knees so that the body across them had its bottom raised further, and the nether cheeks under his palms seemed to move restlessly, and Karen sighed. 'Yes, you should be worried,' he murmured gloatingly, prolonging the humiliation. 'Should be concentrating on just how much your backside is going to sting.'

  He drew his right hand back to his shoulder, then let it lash fully down. Karen gasped and moved her position markedly. The second buttock slap made her shudder even more. Richard laid on the third across the same cheek, then repeated the whack upon its equally helpless neighbour. He placed the fifth spank over the deep dark arse crease, and she moaned.

  'You've made me angry, Maris,' he said, looking towards the camera lens. 'So I have to do this for a long, long time. I may have to spank you daily.' When his wife replayed the tape it would look like he was directly addressing her.

  He laid his palm over first one buttock then the next. 'They're not nearly hot enough, my dear wife. When I pull you over my lap and take down your panties I'm going to toast your bottom much more than I can ever warm this one.' He emphasised his words with six more spanks. 'I mean, all these nights when you've turned away from me in bed and complained you were too tired, when all the time you'd worn out your pulsing little clit by playing with yourself.'

  Pushing the well-spanked bottom from his lap for a few moments, he fetched Maris's toiletries bag which he'd sneaked out of the house that morning. Getting into the scene more fully, he took out her dressing table brush with the conveniently paddle-like hard back - then he spent ten more minutes making the helpless waiting arse under his palms a fiery red.

  'Cut!' Karen whispered at last. Though the word was a small and simple one, her voice trembled.

  'I'll be home soon to deal with your buttocks, Maris,' Richard said to the camera, 'and the only thing I want you to do with those sexy little fingers is bare your disobedient bum for my cane.'

  When he'd gotten the video edited and packaged, Richard popped it into the postbox knowing it would arrive within the next three days at the video store. Maris wouldn't be able to resist watching it when the shop was quiet. Thereafter, she'd spend the entire day knowing that her man was going to punish her stringently, and the arousal would build and swell between her legs...

  The next day he went into the store knowing his wife was doing the later shift. 'As a thank you,' he said, handing Karen a bunch of three dozen scarlet carnations. 'After all, I couldn't have done it without your help.'

  'You mean the mannequin?' She sniffed delicately at the many-petalled flowers. 'It was nothing. My sister's dress shop contains dozens of the things.' She grimaced. 'Though getting that red lipstick off its buttocks after you left was quite demanding. I had to resort to using turpentine!'

  Richard grinned at her. 'I had my work cut out too, when it came to the soundtrack. You made some odd little sounds when you were watching - like tiny whimpers and sudden indrawn breaths. I had to edit them out and just leave my own voice on the voice-over. After all, you weren't supposed to be in the shop!'

  'I know! It was just...' Karen shrugged, and turned away.

  'What? Did it upset you? I'm not some overgrown bully or anything, Karen. I'm doing this because you've told me that's what Maris wants.'

  His wife's assistant paused. For a second she kept her back turned, then she moved round hesitantly to face him, pupils dark and dilated.

  'It's not that... I suppose it was exciting to watch you spanking those womanly curves.'

  'You mean you're also...?' He'd seen Karen as the dominant type if anything.

  'I guess. At least, I like the videos. Something about the way the girls squi
rm then put their hands back to try and protect their bums.' She gulped air. 'I mean, they lisp "No more, sir" but their sex is so wet that you know they don't really mean it.' She took a deep breath. 'And I suppose some women want at least one spanking just to see what it's like.'

  You learned something new every day. After doing his stint as a Hotel Chef that evening, Richard drove slowly home. He could hardly see, he was so tired. Small wonder, given the earlier sexual sessions he had had.

  'Maybe I should thrash you for not telling me that Maris was into this sooner,' he'd whispered to Karen after her spanking revelations.

  He'd been ready to back off if she looked incensed, but she'd stared back at him challengingly. 'You could try.' Then she'd added, 'But you'll have to catch me first.' She'd set off half heartedly across the store and he'd caught her and carried her into the back, then pulled out a chair and got himself settled.

  'Oh dear, I'm really going to have to discipline this wicked bottom now.' He'd edged up her A-line miniskirt and fondled her wriggling bum through the taut cream cotton for what felt like hours. 'Please don't punish me,' she'd whispered raggedly at last.

  'I've no option,' he'd murmured, unveiling her small pert bottom. Then he'd lifted his spanking hand.

  Not that that was the only part of his anatomy that had lifted, Richard acknowledged, as he nudged the Renault slowly into his drive. After brightening Karen's bum, he'd created a more thrusting vaginal-based friction. Indeed, he'd spanked then serviced her three glorious times.

  Getting out of the car, he adjusted the testes inside his trews. They felt tight and fragile. He wanted a quick bath then a long sleep, arms platonically round his shapely wife.

  'Only me,' he shouted, hobbling through the door. Maybe he'd skip the bath. He'd washed his cock at work after leaving the video store. He could shower in the morning. Shower this sweat-slicked adultery away. Both he and Karen had agreed that they'd loved the discipline-and-desire, but that they shouldn't have done it. They'd said all the things about loving their partners that they should have said before rather than after lust got underway.