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  ‘And your top as well. Then put your shoes back on. Don’t you remember what I told you?’ Clare called to her. She stood beside a dining table chair; Lou had fetched it from the alcove next to the hatch linking the room to the kitchen.

  From the drinks cabinet the men watched, rooted to the spot, as Mandy folded her arms and reached up to lift the ribbed top over her head, her hair cascading down on to her white shoulders.

  Mandy sauntered over to Clare. She was wearing a scarlet push-up bra that made the most of her petite figure and provided a striking contrast to the black leather of her miniskirt. She looked over her shoulder at the men who had been topping up their glasses, wiggling her hips outrageously as she walked.

  ‘Hurry up, girl! Stop flaunting that bum,’ said Clare, taking her seat, which was positioned sideways to Jeff and Lou, who were now reclining in the wicker armchairs with their drinks. ‘Over my lap with you. No, not that way, my girl! The directors will want to see that your bottom is well and truly chastised, so let’s give them a good view.’

  Mandy lay across the office manager’s smartly tailored thighs. Immediately her skirt rode up, revealing a pair of skimpy red panties.

  ‘That’s barefaced cheek, coming to your punishment wearing underwear like this,’ Clare hissed, tight-lipped. ‘I was prepared to make allowances for this being your first offence. But no longer, I can assure you.’

  And with that she landed a succession of sharp slaps across the tight leather covering Mandy’s pronounced buttocks. The girl barely stiffened, but lay still. She supported herself with outstretched arms, her hands resting on the floor.

  Lou suddenly intervened. ‘I think you’ll need to spank some bare skin, Clare. We need some audible evidence that Mandy is learning her lesson, as I don’t think she’s really feeling the effect of your punishment at the moment. And, as she knows, that’s most important if it is to have any lasting effect.’

  Mandy tried to turn her head to say something, but Clare pushed her head back down. Using both hands she eased the red briefs down the office junior’s white thighs. By the time Mandy had reached back with one hand it was too late to prevent Clare’s deft manoeuvre. By then the scarlet scrap of fabric was down to her ankles where it was allowed to remain, well out of its wearer’s reach. Her hand was pushed back on to the floor.

  ‘Now we’ll make more progress,’ Clare announced, unbuttoning her closely-tailored jacket.

  ‘How do you mean, progress?’ Mandy asked in a muffled voice from around floor level. By stretching her neck painfully she was just able to see the seated figure of Jeff. He seemed to be staring hard at the tops of her thighs, which suddenly felt very exposed and sensitive to any passing breeze.

  ‘You’re just about to discover the price of progress, my wayward miss,’ Clare spoke with an edge to her voice that Mandy had not heard before. She felt the hem of her skirt being lifted and folded back so that the full expanse of her arse was on display. There was a long pause, and she could hear whispering.

  ‘Right, are you ready? This is to punish you for stealing from the firm. Okay?’

  Before she had time to think up an appropriate answer, Mandy felt the bigger girl’s weight shifting under her. The first few blows surprised her with the force Clare could muster. Mandy found herself having to push with her arms if she was not to be swept on to the floor, probably collecting a nasty bump on the head into the bargain.

  ‘Ow, that hurts!’

  What else could she say? But she calculated that at this level she could just about take her punishment without begging for mercy. She noticed Clare hadn’t specified how many hand slaps she was to receive. She tried to ask, but the other girl wasn’t listening: she was warming to her task and intent on delivering a little homily to accompany the wallops.

  ‘Now, I hope you’re paying close attention, my girl.’ Thwack! Thwack! ‘Nobody likes to be working alongside a little thief.’ Wallop! Wallop! Wallop! ‘It breeds suspicion and poisons a good working atmosphere. So what must we do?’

  Whatever was she supposed to answer?

  ‘We must behave better,’ Mandy replied lamely.

  ‘No, no, no!’ Each negative was accompanied by a glancing blow that stung the skin of her upper buttock. ‘We must work together to root it out!’

  Again the stinging slaps cruelly underscored the words. Mandy was now beginning to feel the impact of each one much more keenly. There was a general hotness spreading from the fleshiest region of her bottom across to her thighs, which so far had remained almost untouched.

  This was the first time she had been spanked, and she was still getting used to the novelty. She tried not to imagine how red and angry her haunches must be appearing to the two watching men. Talk about sparing her blushes!

  Her chastiser was still asking her a string of questions. ‘And how do we root it out? How do we eradicate the dishonesty and pilfering? Come on, Mandy, don’t be shy. You always have plenty to say for yourself. We’re waiting to hear.’

  ‘By becoming more honest?’ She knew her words were way off the mark even as she spoke them.

  ‘No, no, no!’ This time Clare was spanking her with a cupped palm, and the sound was more explosive, akin to a wine cork being pulled. ‘We must make people really afraid to be dishonest.’ Thwack! Thwack! ‘We must put the fear of God into them. And how do we do that?’

  At least she had the answer to that one.

  ‘By punishing them, so they don’t do it again.’

  ‘Correct! Now get up!’

  Mandy felt her hair being grasped as she pushed herself off the floor. She stood up and Clare rose, too, keeping hold of her hair.

  ‘Skirt off, and get those panties down!’ Clare ordered, releasing her grip on Mandy’s hair.

  The leather skirt dropped like a stone. Mandy disentangled her ankles clumsily, aware that she was being closely scrutinised. Jeff whistled as she bent over to do it.

  ‘Wow! Cherry red, I’d say,’ he commented. ‘But I think we need to see a deeper colour. Something nearer damson, eh, Lou?’

  She might have guessed it wasn’t over yet. She was told to remove her bra, and Clare took it from her, giving her further instructions.

  ‘Now, Mandy, your long hair is just getting in the way. Before I tell you about your final punishment session I want you to tie it up so it doesn’t hide your face. Okay?’

  Mandy looked around. ‘How can I? What do I use? I’ve not brought a scrunch or a band.’

  ‘What have you got in your hand? Think, Mandy, think. I thought you were a resourceful girl.’

  Of course, the knickers! She deftly tied them in a bow so that her dark hair was gathered in a makeshift ponytail. She turned round to admire the effect in a small mirror on the wall.

  ‘Let me help you,’ Lou said, getting up and lifting it off the wall. Mandy looked into it and had to admit the scarlet bow went well with her hair.

  ‘Lower?’ He then directed it so she had a glimpse of her tummy and pubis. Turning round and looking behind her, she could see her arse was glowing just as Jeff had remarked so appreciatively. She suddenly felt the humiliation of her position, stark naked and surrounded by three fully-clothed adults here for the sole purpose of watching her being punished for their pleasure. She saw how pale she looked. She felt like a slave, unable to exert her own will. At the same time the situation seemed to satisfy some deep-seated desire.

  ‘Thank you, Lou. Now perhaps you could help me tie Mandy’s wrists?’ Clare had come up behind her with her tights in her hands. ‘Cross your wrists, Mandy.’

  This was something she hadn’t been warned about. Why was she being so compliant? she wondered. She looked up to see Lou binding her wrists as instructed. The frown of concentration on his dark features made her pulse quicken. Between her thighs she felt the spread of liquid warmth.

  ‘Now, hands on your head!’
r />   Clare took over and soon Mandy realised what was being done. Her wrists were quickly secured to the ponytail with the remaining length of the tights. Now her hands were clasped on top of her head, elbows out to the side in a stretching position.

  Clare peeled off her jacket and hung it over the chair back. She was wearing a plain white bra underneath, not at all lacy or decorative. Mandy noticed for the first time Clare’s well-defined arm muscles and remembered she was a regular swimmer. No wonder she had been able to put such strength into the spanking.

  ‘Now for some real action, my girl,’ Clare said, reaching into her capacious shoulder bag. ‘This is one of the things you stole from under my nose, so it’s only just that you get your final dose of punishment with it.’ She brandished a flexible plastic ruler close to Mandy’s face. Mandy flinched.

  ‘That’s going to bloody hurt. I thought you were just going to give hand smacks.’

  ‘Your session will finish when I decide you’ve learned your lesson.’ She turned to Jeff. ‘Is that not so?’

  ‘Yes indeed. It is most important that all our employees learn the significance of honesty in the workplace. Correct from the personnel angle, Lou?’

  Mandy was aware that Lou was standing only a few feet away looking longingly at her girlish body. She knew how she would look to him; pale and naked with just a trace of puppy fat, and a mere shadow of dark hair around her vulva, the legacy of a shaving session. The rash of candy pink around her cheeks added to the picture of innocence. He appeared to be deciding whether she could really take the punishment from the ruler in Clare’s powerful grip.

  At last he spoke. ‘Yes, I think she deserves a few more. Just to make sure the lesson has really sunk in.’

  ‘You pig. I’ve had enough of this.’ Mandy tried to free her hands, but they wouldn’t come. She just succeeded in tightening the knot around the base of her ponytail, making it grip her scalp like a claw.

  ‘That’s enough of that, you flighty miss!’ Clare grabbed her elbow and bent her over slightly. At the same time she landed a good swat across both Mandy’s quivering buttocks. Releasing her grip and grabbing the other elbow, she turned Mandy in the other direction and repeated the operation with a backhand that caught the girl under the jut of her bottom. Mandy howled in pain, but the more she tugged at her hair the tighter the knot became. With her wrists secured she was defenceless, and Clare was taking full advantage. The ruler whistled and landed with remorseless regularity as she turned Mandy from one side to the other.

  ‘Ow, ow, ow! Please stop. That really hurts!’

  ‘Stop complaining. You’re still due another ten strokes, you naughty, naughty girl.’

  ‘You can really be a bitch sometimes,’ Mandy retorted. ‘Ow, shit! Stop it right now!’

  The square end of the ruler had made its impression, leaving an angry red rectangular line on both buttocks. The noise it made as it landed was like a pistol shot. Mandy bent into a half-crouch to try and avoid the next assault on her tormented flesh, but to no avail. Clare grabbed her by the elbow and struck her over and over again on the same spot, this time high up on the buttock where she was less well covered.

  ‘No more, please!’ the girl whimpered.

  But Clare was implacable. She made Mandy kneel on the rug and rest her front on the seat of the chair. Then she straddled her, facing backwards. By bracing her legs she had the junior in a vice-like grip and was able to rain more blows on the full expanse of the girl’s buttocks, now totally unprotected. Once or twice the end of the ruler curled round and caught Mandy in her most intimate parts, causing her to howl.

  Mandy at last realised she could free her arms by pulling upwards. The ponytail was released from its impromptu bow and her hair fell free once more. Now she was determined to fight back. She got to her feet, pushing Clare away.

  ‘Respecting the other person’s boundaries’. Mandy remembered the phrase from the time she and Lou had first read a book on erotic spanking and suggested the idea to Clare and Jeff for a session round at their flat. She was to be the office junior and Clare was to be her manager, who had caught her pilfering from the office stationery cupboard. The men were just to watch, to begin with at least. Clare had not respected the boundaries because she had gone on well after she, Mandy, had begged her to stop. Well, enough was enough.

  She freed her hands easily from her makeshift bonds. Now it was her turn. She addressed Clare, who was looking flushed and triumphant, breathing heavily. The other girl had obviously enjoyed herself.

  ‘Right, get out of that skirt. Now it’s my time to be the office manager.’ Mandy began to get dressed.

  Jeff and Lou cheered appreciatively.

  ‘How about more drinks before we go on to the next part?’ Lou asked. ‘You girls have really given me a thirst. Mandy?’

  ‘Yeah, okay. I’ll have a spritzer. But nothing for the office junior. She’s here for punishment, remember?’ Mandy gave Clare a hard stare as she eased her panties back over the tender flesh of her burning haunches. She took Clare’s tan skirt and put it on, followed by the jacket, watching the other girl’s hesitant removal of her bra. Clare’s breasts were full, with fleshy nipples.

  ‘Now, hurry and get undressed,’ Mandy, in her new role as boss, ordered. Clare obediently stripped off her panties. ‘Give them to Lou. I’m sure he’ll be happy to keep them safe in the personnel department.’

  She took the long cool glass from Jeff and drank appreciatively, the bubbles caressing her upper lip. Suddenly she felt more confident about the situation, although she was still furious at the way she had been betrayed by Clare.

  ‘You can leave the hold-ups on and those fuck-me-quick shoes, too, slut. Now get up on that chair. Kneel on the seat, facing the back. Yeah, that’s right. Now stick out that pert arse, just like you do when you bend down to help yourself to the stationery cupboard. Yeah, like that. Now you’re going to pay for your pilfering, you little tramp.’

  She buttoned up the jacket and picked up the ruler, flexing it experimentally with both hands.

  Clare looked apprehensively over her shoulder. She knew she couldn’t back out now without losing a lot of face. That was the damned agreement, after all. She and Mandy would do a girl-on-girl scene while the boys watched and provided encouragement. It all seemed so erotic when they discussed it after a dinner party last week. And having the upper hand had been fun. Now Clare was disconcerted that she was about to suffer for her pleasure. She felt slightly sick.

  ‘Let the punishment commence,’ her better half commanded. Wonderful! Obviously he was getting plenty of stimulation from the scenario. He’d had plenty to drink, too, she could see.

  ‘Right, you little tramp,’ intoned Mandy, tossing her hair free of her face. ‘Here’s what you’re getting to cure those sticky fingers. Twenty strokes right away on the bare arse with this ruler you stole.’

  ‘I’m sorry. I’ll pay the firm for everything I took,’ Clare entreated her in a small voice.

  ‘Indeed you will,’ her office manager assented. ‘But it won’t be with money. I want to hear you say you’re sorry and really mean it. Okay?’

  ‘I’m really sorry.’

  ‘Not very convincing. You can say it after each stroke.’

  Thwack!

  ‘Shit!’ Clare exclaimed. ‘I mean, I’m really sorry.’

  Thwack!

  ‘Frigging hell, Mandy. That stings like fuck... I mean, I’m really sorry. Honestly.’

  Mandy was implacable. ‘Stop moving that arse around. I want each stroke to land fair and square. Just like you gave me. Only I had my hands tied.’

  By the time the last two or three strokes were being given, Clare was showing signs of real contrition. She tried to lessen the force of the blows by putting a hand in front of her burning flesh, but only received a painful blow across her palm for her efforts. Tears streamed down her cheeks
and she snivelled as she cried out again and again that she was really, really sorry.

  Mandy gave her a final double thwack, forehand and backhand, as a coup de grace. This time there was a scream of outrage from Clare. Mandy put a hand between Clare’s shoulders to hold her in place.

  ‘Stay put, girl. The management is coming to make sure I’ve fulfilled my duties as office manager.’

  Lou and Jeff approached. Clare could see they both had pronounced bulges in their trousers.

  Jeff ran an appreciative hand over his partner’s angry red haunches, marked with the same right-angled weals that had decorated Mandy’s smaller buttocks only minutes before. He ran one finger down the cleft to feel the heat. To his evident surprise, his fingertip encountered a lavish wetness bedewing Clare’s well-cushioned labia. She groaned softly at the contact. He smiled broadly and gave her a pinch on the sorest part of her mottled cheeks. She gasped and turned her head.

  She was just in time to see Jeff invite Lou to do likewise. He ran both hands over her chastised flesh, massaging her buttocks and feeling their raging heat. He then slipped his hand between her thighs from behind and ran his fingertips over her bush. Drawing his upturned hand back, he parted the lips and slid in his middle finger up to the knuckle. Clare groaned and, after a brief hesitation, began to move her hips in an overtly sexual response.

  ‘That’s enough of that, you tramp!’ Mandy commanded. ‘You’re obviously expecting some pleasure after your pain. Now I’ll make very sure you get it. Isn’t that so, gentlemen?’

  The two men, already unbuttoning their fly studs in eager anticipation, looked somewhat bemused but enthusiastic. This was the little surprise she had saved up for them all.

  With a sigh, Clare climbed down from the chair. She reached round to her sore arse with both hands and rubbed it gingerly. The pain had subsided, to be replaced by a spreading glow of comforting warmth. But she was extraordinarily aware of the raw demands of her sex. Like a cat on heat, she lifted one leg up to the seat of the chair and slowly took off the sheer, flesh-coloured hold-ups one by one. All the time she kept one eye cocked on the reaction of the two men, who were also stripping, rather more rapidly.