by Sarah Veitch
'I guess! I just wanted to get to the top. They've a bigger publicity budget and offered royalties. I figured...'
Dave squeezed just a little bit harder. 'Figured you'd just sell me out.'
He let go of her cheeks and watched the marks of his squeezing fingers fade.
'If you'd just untie me please,' Leanne muttered.
Dave ran his middle finger down the cleft between her upended buttocks. 'No sweetheart, I've paid you to work here for another couple of hours so you can stay in the position you're paid for till we finish our little chat.'
He opened the magazine and scanned the centre page. 'Let's have a read... Leanne Bares Her Soul. Oh darling I've got more than your soul bared here, haven't I?'
'Meaning?' the CP model squeaked.
'Meaning that raised cheeks can't avoid a bloody good spanking.'
'Spanking me's an assault!' the model squeaked, tensing then untensing her naked globes.
'It won't be an assault because you're going to ask me nicely to punish you,' Dave continued.
'In your dreams!'
'Uh uh. In your reality, darling. You see you've made a mistake with this article - a very big mistake.' He read out the salient paragraphs. 'You've given the impression that we put rouge on all our girls bums instead of smacking them. That simply isn't true, as you very well know, which makes it libel - and libel that'll be read by our customers worldwide.'
'Well, you put rouge on my rear end!'
'Only because you've always insisted that we do.' He felt her cool flesh some more. 'And therein lies your second mistake. You've given loads of interviews where you pretended you were into CP, where you've lied to your video audience. Yet we have masses of makeup footage showing that you would only accept the softly-padded paddle when the other models were really being whipped or caned.'
He slapped lightly at her left cheek. 'If we release such proof of your deception you'll never work for our rivals or for anyone else in the industry. You might as well join the very lengthy dole queue now.'
'You wouldn't.' Leanne's shoulders seemed to slump a little over the punishment bench. 'I've worked hard to tone up my bottom, improve my voice for my film work. I'm not good at anything else, Dave. I...'
'Then submit to whatever punishment I deem appropriate,' Dave said, 'and I'll keep the makeup footage to myself.'
'Couldn't I give you a few quid?'
'No, you can pay me in kind by submitting to a thrashing.'
'I could do some free promotional work?'
'I'm only interested in promoting the colour of your arse.'
There was a silence - a silence in which the bum before him obviously realised that it was going to have to submit to a painful and lengthy whacking. It puckered up, smoothed out, middle muscles twitching. 'Alright, you can do whatever you want to me,' Leanne sighed.
'To your bare bottom, you mean? That's the only part of you that I'm interested in,' Dave said, spreading his fingers over the unblemished cheeks that had clearly cost him in terms of lost sales to would-be customers. 'I'm just taking your rump's temperature,' he added. 'Enjoy the coolness while you can because it'll be days before it gets this cool again!'
He smiled and walked over to the row of punishers on the wall. 'What will it be? I think we'll build up to the cane. Mmm, let's liven you up with the paddle for starters.' He winked at her, grinned as she shut her eyes and dipped her head. Walked back and lined the implement up with her helplessly captive bottom. 'Obviously I'm using the nice hard polished wooden one.'
'Please, go easy,' Leanne whispered.
'After the damage you've done to me, honey? No, you've hurt me both professionally and financially, so it's only fitting that I apply an equally painful chastisement to those libellous little cheeks.'
Warning over, he brought the paddle smartly down on her left buttock, smack in the centre. Roasted the other cheek in the exact same place.
'You don't thrash the other models this hard!' Leanne squealed, making little shoulder movements as she obviously tried hard to tug her arms from their bondage.
'That's business, but this is personal,' Dave said.
He lashed strokes three and four on the more sensitive underswell. Leanne howled and jerked her tied-apart feet. Her buttocks moved the little they could in their stretched out position. The pink marks caused by the paddle stayed.
'Now for five and six... I think a little higher up.' He knew where to safely land the punisher, keeping well away from the base of her spine and her sensitive backs of thighs. He'd take his time doling out this discipline that she'd so reluctantly acquiesced to. He was going to teach her a measured lesson she would never forget.
He warmed the implement against the upper parts of her gorgeous cheeks, enjoying the way the flesh momentarily flattened. Then he dealt her another two wallops at the suntanned tops of her firm thighs.
'Now the bad girl's going to lie over Dave's knee while Dave tells her about the next stage of her punishment.' He swiftly unbound the model from the leather straps that held her in place over the punishment trestle, and she pushed herself back and scrabbled off of the padded restrainer with obvious relief.
She turned slowly to face Dave, her hands over her toasted bum.
'Take your hands away from your bottom, angel. I didn't give you permission to hold your sore cheeks.'
'But it glows so!' Her proud head looked a little less defiant than usual.
'Does it? What a pity. It's going to do a lot more glowing. We've hardly started yet!'
'How many more strokes?' She shifted from one bare foot to the other as she stood before him.
'Till I decide your backside's had enough.'
'I could make amends another way, Dave.' Moving closer, Leanne sank to her knees.
He shut his eyes as she edged down his zip. Felt her small hands scooping out his rising cock, her lips cloaking it. Came at the fourteenth or sixteenth insistent suck of her mouth.
He opened his eyes to see her licking away the last of his juices from his lower shirt.
'Good girl - now get that pink arse over my knee till I decide how to redden it.'
'But I thought...'
He looked down at her dispassionately. 'Yes?'
'Oh, nothing.' She ran her tongue over her lower lip and continued to gaze up at him. 'Couldn't I just go to Hot Bum magazine and say that I made the story up or something?'
Dave shook his head. 'It's too late for that, sweetheart. You just have to take a hot bum of your own.'
A very hot bum. A scorching bum. Leaning forward, he put his hands under her arms and pulled her up and laid her firmly across his lap. She seemed too unsure to put up much resistance. Or was some shameful part of her languid with desire? He brushed his right hand over her labial lips and his finger tips came back wettened. He knew it would be a long time before he brought her off - if ever. She was here to be fairly corrected and made to see the error of her ways.
He held her over his ungiving knee. 'Let's have a look at that little bum, see how the paddle's kissed it.' He edged her dress hem up inch by tantalising inch. Her cheeks were nicely pinkened where the smooth wooden surface had hit home and they felt attractively warm when he touched them. But they'd get much hotter yet.
He fondled both cheeks. 'I'm going to cane you next. It hurts like hell. Even girls who really enjoy a reddened bum sometimes beg not to take the rod on their bare bottoms.'
'How... how many?' Leanne muttered, writhing.
'At least six.'
'And if I can't bear it?'
'Then you'll take twice as many of the riding crop instead.'
He pushed the girl's warm weight from his knees. 'Fetch the rattan from the third hook on the wall and bring it back to me, honey.'
Leanne got up slowly and started to walk towards the wall.
'No, get down on your hands and knees and crawl, girl.' Watched as she turned, stared at him, shook her head and continued walking towards the slender cane.
She brought
it back, kept standing upright. Moving swiftly, Dave took hold of her nearest shoulder to hold her in place and quickly lashed the cane four times across her dress-sheathed backside.
'These four were for insubordination. You've six still due.' He stared into her eyes. 'It's a nice swishy cane, isn't it? Aren't you just a little curious about how this is going to feel on your naked backside?'
Mutely Leanne shook her head, but her eyes were trained on the long yellow-brown rod. Her fingers strayed towards her bottom.
'Don't touch, remember, angel?' She'd touched his bank balance with her stupidity and now she deserved to pay for it. 'You'll get extra helpings if you do.'
'I'll be good,' Leanne muttered, putting her hands in front of her.
'Then start by putting your sweet soft belly over the side of that chair.' He indicated the overstuffed wingback in the corner. 'Let your head hang down and put your palms flat on the floor.'
Dave watched as his best-selling model walked swiftly to obey, her short dress flapping slightly to expose the pinkened underswell of her silk-to-touch bottom. He wondered how she'd cope with a caning on the bare.
The chair was wide. To stretch over it and place her palms on the other side she had to rise up on tiptoe. The movement further tautened her haunches, thighs and calves.
'Make sure you maintain the position,' Dave said evenly, walking over to her dress-clad bum and lifting the material. He folded the hem until it lay high up her slender back.
Now her bottom was bared for the thick hard rod. He moved his hand back in a strong sure gesture, whacked the implement neatly across the middle of her bottom so that the crack of her arse and the red weal crossed to mark her buttocks into quartets.
'Uh!' Leanne drove her belly forward against the chair and seemed to expel every ounce of air within her perfectly-formed being. Then she inhaled sharply and wailed.
'Save the histrionics for the libel suit,' Dave warned, swiftly reminding her of her wrongdoing. 'There are worse things in life than a caned derriere.'
Leanne twisted her flushed pouting head back. 'But it really hurts!'
'Of course it does.' He traced the painful raised line that his cane had made. 'But being unemployed and broke and sent to Coventry by your own colleagues would hurt much more.'
The girl seemed to see the sense in what he said. She let her head hang down. 'I'll take the second stroke whenever you're ready, sir.'
Dave stared at her suddenly-obsequious bottom and decided to make it wait. Let her squirm for a while, wondering when the next stinging stroke was coming. Let her tense and untense these naughty cheeks.
At last he again lined up the rod with the lower portion of her bum, the portion that was most sensitive. He drove the cane in with a sure short wrist movement that made her cry out and get half up from the chair. Putting his palms gently to her waist he coaxed her back over. 'Come on, sweetheart. You're a big girl now. Big enough to go to a rival publication and kiss and tell.'
Leanne groaned low in her throat as he reminded her of her crimes. Her bared bum obviously knew that it deserved the most painful punishment. It writhed and twitched and generally took on a life of its own.
'Keep that pretty bottom still, darling,' he murmured, enjoying her ignominy. 'We're not making a motion picture here.'
'I'm trying not to move. Just the thought...' Leanne whimpered, wriggling on her softly curved belly.
'I know, dearest. I can tell that all you can think about is your helpless little rump.'
He traced the merciless bamboo rod over that selfsame exposed backside and its owner trembled. 'Stroke three coming up,' he said and laid the stripe on just above its predecessor, creating a wider two-tone band.
It was too much for Leanne. Howling, she jumped up, rubbing her disciplined flesh, her face hectic. Dave gloated as he saw a chance to punish her further. 'What did I tell you about not touching your arse?' he said.
'I... It's too much!'
'Six strokes of the cane for trying to ruin my career? I think you're getting off lightly.'
'If I could even keep on my pants...'
'I want to see your bottom being tanned, know that it's repentant,' Dave said evenly.
'It is!' the girl said. She choked back a sob.
'Not repentant enough to realise that it ought to submit fully to this correction. Not repentant enough to begin to do what it's told.'
He shook his head at her. 'It's up to you, of course. If you'd rather go and face the hurts of the outside world rather than take a thorough thrashing.' The girl licked her lips and stared mutely at the ground. Dave nodded. 'Very well. I'll assume by your silence that you've decided to sign on the dole queue rather than have a sore bum.' He turned and began to walk away.
'No, please,' Leanne muttered, hurrying forward and taking hold of his arm to hold him in place. 'I'll take the cane.' She started to pull him back towards the armchair as if eager to get it over with.
'It's not that simple now,' Dave said regretfully. 'I mean, you touched your posterior without permission and jumped up from the chair.' He looked at her appraisingly. 'What is your bad bum going to do to make amends?'
Leanne licked her lips. 'Please, not extra with the cane.'
'You've three strokes to go - they're not negotiable. But you can have a different implement for your additional punishment.' He smiled into her eyes. 'A hand spanking or a session with the hairbrush? I'll let you choose.'
He saw the relief and hope in her large brown eyes. 'A hand spanking, please, sir,' she said.
'So be it.' She'd find out in a moment that he had a very hard hand. 'Now let's get back to your caning.'
'Please cane me, sir,' she muttered, obviously hoping to please him by sounding submissive.
Dave stared at her still-defiant eyes. 'You can ask more nicely than that.' He put his right hand on her nearest arm, led her gently back to the furniture's side, helped her over. 'Ask with some humility as befits a traitorous girl.' He fondled her hot sore cheeks. 'Tell me how much you deserve having your panties pulled down then thank me for each lash.'
The girl's slender shoulders slumped. 'I... I'm due a hard caning on my bare bottom, sir.'
'Very hard,' Dave corrected. He stroked her exposed posterior, voice fiendishly light. 'If I feel that you're truly humble I may not lay the rod on with quite as much severity, may make you wriggle less.'
'Thank you, sir. I... I've been a wicked girl.'
'Extremely wicked.' He ran the pad of his thumb down her crevice. 'And what do we do with extremely wicked girls?'
'We... take the rod to their bottoms, sir.'
'To their bare bottoms,' he corrected.
'Y... yes!'
The bottom in question twitched apprehensively. Dave pushed her dress further back to denude it completely. The earlier cane marks had already receded so he laid on the fourth one higher up, taking care to keep the rod well away from her spine. Leanne whimpered, but kept her position. She jerked as he dealt out the fifth lash to the top of her thighs. Determined to make her remember this thrashing he repeated the sixth in that same tender place.
'I'm sorry, sir. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!' Leanne whimpered.
'Then come and lie across my knee and tell me how good you're going to be from now on,' Dave said.
The girl crawled over to him on her hands and knees then let herself flop over his lap. He skimmed his right hand over her reddened bottom. She was his now, was being suitably slavish. Deserved the pleasure after pain. 'Now my fingers are going to search for an area to spank,' he teased, running his middle finger along both inner thighs. The girl parted them eagerly. 'Does this bit need a thrashing? Or this bit? Or this bit?' He stroked each labial leaf in turn, then moved his soft caresses to her clit.
Leanne made a guttural sound and pushed down against his fingers. 'Stay in place, girl, or I'll toast my hand against your hindquarters. Don't be greedy.' He used his left hand to hold her immobile whilst he played his right fingers over the sex-slicked bud. Jesus, sh
e was wet! On some level she must always have been submissive. Her poor bottom had shrank from the lash even as her vulva welcomed it.
'Don't move. Don't you dare.' He touched her nub lightly round, round, round, and she gave ten hoarse little half-barks and moved her loins frantically against his fingers. When her climax faded he slid two curious fingers inside her and felt the post-orgasmic contractions gripping each tip.
'Bad girl!' he laughed. She'd had enough for today - but there would be other days. He touched her flaming red posterior. 'You'll have to come back here next week to take that spanking you're still due.'
'Yes, sir. Permission to sit up, sir,' Leanne muttered.
'Permission granted, girl.'
He groaned silently as she moved to straddle his lap and her pussy rubbed against his throbbing manhood.
'Permission to fuck the video director,' she continued, pulling down his zip and sliding onto his phallus in double quick time. She hadn't waited for an answer, Dave realised exultantly as he thrust inside. He smiled coldly as he cupped the girl's hot sore bum, pulling her harder against him. He'd have to punish her for that at a later date.
The Hired Hand
Shari smiled encouragingly at the stranger as they waltzed around the room. This was turning out to be some party! She hardly knew the girl from work who'd invited her here - but she was getting to know all the girl's male friends.
'Maybe we can go on to a bar for a quiet drink?' the stranger murmured, his lips brushing her earlobe and sending sweet frissons to her nipples.
'Can't - I'm here with my husband,' Shari explained.
The stranger stiffened in her arms and a grimace darkened his beguiling face. Then he smiled wryly. 'We could sneak out the back door,' he said.
Shari shook her fair fringe from her eyes. He was making her pulse race and she was very tempted. 'Sorry, I don't play away from home,' she smiled.
'In that case,' the man said gently, 'I must leave you without loving you. But how about a farewell kiss?'
