Subculture (7 page)

‘Well she needn't be - I'm out of here.' The herbalist muttered, getting quickly to her feet.

She turned towards the door, half-expecting to hear Michael's steps behind her, feel his strong arms around her waist, forcing her to watch the younger girl's unveiling.

‘No - stay.' To her surprise, she recognised Dania's pleading tone.

Lisa looked back at the bent-over fair haired Accountant. ‘You shouldn't have to... No one has the right to punish you in a physical way,' she muttered. She started to leave again. ‘I can't be part of this. It's unseemly.'

‘That's the point,' Michael Landers said.

‘The main part of a public punishment is the humiliation,' Marie-Rose added matter-of-factly, starting to stroke Dania's dress-covered bottom. ‘So I'll give her a less severe thrashing if you stay.'

Lisa tried to keep her eyes fixed on Marie-Rose's face, though her gaze kept wanting to stray to Dania's lap-held buttocks. ‘I don't understand,' she admitted finally.

‘Well, if Dania's already shamed by having a stranger like you watching, I'll only give her fifty spanks, whereas I'd normally stop and start until she'd taken a hundred,' the Receptionist explained.

Lisa hesitated, midway between her chair and the door. She stared, open-mouthed, at the matriarchal Marie-Rose, then said, ‘You're putting me in an impossible situation. This is corrupt.'

‘Actually, it's quite the reverse,' Michael cut in. Lisa looked at him wordlessly. ‘Tell me, if you had the opportunity of watching a willing woman being spanked on film, wouldn't you take that opportunity? I mean, if no one ever knew that you'd played the video tape?'

Lisa shifted her weight from foot to foot. ‘I might...' she managed, ‘just out of curiosity. But that's not the same thing.'

‘Oh but it is - we've all admitted to ourselves that we like to see a girl wriggling under the palm or the cane or the slipper,' the former surgeon continued. ‘So do you, deep down, my dear. It's just that you're still being a hypocrite.'

God, she hated him. ‘This hypocrite is still going to her room,' Lisa started, making once again for the door. A breathless voice halted her in her tracks.

‘Please - stay for my sake,' Dania entreated. Lisa turned. Watched the younger girl's small bum twitch beneath the lemon dress as Marie-Rose palmed it over and over again.

‘I... alright, but only because it spares you pain,' she said hollowly, and returned on tremulous legs to her seat.

Looking down at the helpless rump across her firm knees, Marie-Rose started to push up Dania's clothing. She folded the dress hem over the girl's back to reveal a matching lemon crotch thong edged with ivory lace. ‘Oh sweetheart, I think you realised that you were late, that you were in for a spanking,' the Receptionist said with evident enjoyment. ‘I think you changed into your prettiest panties in the hope of distracting Dr Landers from warming your bum.' She started to edge down the triangular lemon scrap. ‘What a pity for you that I'm not tempted by girly lingerie. When I have a bad backside across my knee all I want to do is smack.'

She continued to roll the tiny garment from the girl's small cheeks. Dania groaned. Lisa could see that the Accountant had her eyes tight shut, and who could blame her? Bakar, Michael, Jamilla, Carmen and the palm-flexing Marie-Rose were all staring at her newly-bared rear end. She, Lisa, found her own gaze drawn to the exposed nether cheeks and tensed thigh backs. Admired the way Dania's hips curved out from a nicely-toned waist. The girl's flesh was smooth and completely flawless. Lisa knew that it wouldn't stay pale for long...

‘Fifty spanks to teach you punctuality,' the Receptionist said. She lifted her hand strongly to one side and brought it down with a resounding whack against the girl's nude right orb. Dania cried out and kicked her legs. A spreading red mark appeared.

‘A spanking that's purely for punishment hurts more than one which is partially designed for pleasure,' Michael Landers said. He was looking at Lisa. She made herself look coldly back.

‘You ordered this,' she muttered. ‘You're still to blame. You're still accountable.'

‘No, Dania is to blame for causing the rest of us inconvenience with her lateness,' the doctor said.

Lisa winced as Marie-Rose roasted her palm against Dania's arched left cheek. Despite herself, she stared at the reddening flesh and felt her groin contract a little. Became very aware of her own posterior, still hidden beneath the dusky pink suit. Was it really only a few hours since she'd squirmed beneath Michael's spanking hand, come like a bitch in heat against his leg?

She wondered if it was better or worse to be spanked by someone of the same sex, albeit someone older. It was hard to tell what Dania was thinking as she jerked and whimpered beneath explosive smack after smack. Marie-Rose seemed to have forgotten about the silent watchers and was staring intently down at Dania as she scorched her with her large and industrious hand. Lisa could see scarlet palm prints merging into palm prints on the blonde girl's helpless posterior, could see where the harsh red finger marks had strayed onto her tender thighs.

‘Punishing the backs of a girl's thighs doesn't excite her the way having her bum smacked does,' Michael said conversationally between sips of his brandy. ‘But then this punishment isn't meant to thrill you, is it, Dania my sweet?'

‘No, sir.' Dania muttered. She raised her head. ‘How many more am I due, please, sir?'

‘I think another ten should do it,' the doctor replied, looking smilingly at Marie-Rose.

‘Four on each buttock and two in the middle it is, then,' the Receptionist confirmed, hoisting the shamed bare bottom higher across her knee. Dania whimpered anew.

‘The two in the centre will hurt the most,' Michael Landers added. He was staring at Lisa.

‘I can't believe you're doing this,' she muttered. Can't believe that I'm watching, she thought numbly, that my pubis has started to throb.

‘Spanks over the crack of a girl's backside sting like mad and somehow radiate through to tenderise the whole area,' the doctor said, watching her closely.

‘Save me the Biology Lesson,' Lisa sneered. She tried to keep her gaze casual as they focused on Dania's hot flesh. Tried to keep the excitement from her features. Watched as Marie-Rose's palm rose and fell, making the hemispheres tense and relax again.

The Receptionist seemed intent on making the younger girl wriggle and jerk as she turned each fleshy inch from scarlet to deepest crimson. Was she jealous of Dania's taut and perky posterior? Lisa could tell by looking at Marie-Rose's ample breasts and waist outlined by her neat black housedress that she'd have a more mature, considerably larger behind.

‘...Four, five, six,' Marie-Rose said as she added each stinging spank. The punished girl was now squirming so hard that she was almost dancing. She flinched, pushed forward, moved the little she could from side to side before arching back. The older woman kept her free left arm over the younger girl's waist, holding her firmly in place.

‘Seven, eight,' the Receptionist continued. Then she lined up her palm with the deep dark crevice which divided Dania's tensing rump cheeks. For long seconds she looked thoughtfully down at the furrow she was about to chastise. ‘It hurts, doesn't it, my spoilt darling?' she whispered. ‘And Auntie Rose is about to make it sting lots more.' She stared for final seconds at the hot red soreness then brought her hand into explosive contact with the waiting divide.

‘Aaaah,' Dania half-lifted her bare calves and raised her head, then let all three flop down again in a hopeless gesture. Her fingers moved convulsively against the carpet. Her bum pushed forward as far away as it could from the firm hand.

‘Just one more to go, love, then you can remove yourself from my lap and make your apologies,' the Receptionist said in a conversational tone. Again she brandished her thick palm over the shadowy conduit. Dania whimpered and puckered up her flesh. ‘Untauten that little rump or I'll give it another reason for wincing,' the older woman warned. Lisa stared at Dania's closed eyes and opening and closing mouth. Watched the fair haired girl fight to regain her composure across the Receptionist's ungiving knee.

‘I'm keeping my rear end nice and smooth for you, Auntie Rose, just the way you like it,' she whispered at last.

‘You mean you're keeping your reddened arse nice and smooth, Dania, my sweet. Bad girls who've been unpunctual have to say more vulgar words than rear end,' Michael Landers cut in smoothly.

‘Yes, doctor,' the English girl sighed. She sucked in her breath, obviously trying to find the courage to say the coarser words. ‘I'm not tensing up my reddened arse, Miss,' she amended, blushingly.

‘Glad to hear it,' the Receptionist said, and doled out the final flat-handed spank. Watching, Lisa swallowed three times in quick succession. She laced her hands in her lap, then took them quickly away from the vicinity of her pubic patch. Refusing to make eye contact with anyone, she placed her elbows on her chair arms. Had she just witnessed a collective shiver of excitement or of shared sympathy and shame?

She looked back. Dania was still being held across the older woman's knee. Her bum looked like a roasted chestnut. Marie-Rose was gazing at Michael, obviously waiting for her next cue.

‘Dania - hold your skirt up above your waist and go stand in the corner,' the doctor said finally. ‘We can contemplate your punished globes whilst we enjoy our drinks.'

Hastening to follow the order, Dania scrambled awkwardly up. She tucked her dress beneath her armpits, then she cast a quick sideways glance at Lisa. God, this was embarrassing. The herbalist managed a half smile that was part grimace, then looked studiedly away, stared at the carpet until she could sense that the other girl had turned her back.

And turned her bum towards the remaining members of staff. Dania stood near the window holding her garments away from her rear end. Her heated hemispheres quivered gently. The herbalist tried not to notice the puffy full-blooded sex lips which protruded from between the girl's bare thighs. My God, it was another woman who had given her the spanking. Surely she couldn't have been stimulated by the slaps?

‘So, Lisa, what's on the Agenda for tomorrow?' Michael Landers asked.

Not my arse, at any rate! She bit back the retort. ‘I thought I'd check out the shops and restaurants in Sliema.'

‘And would you like Achille to...?'

‘No.' That sounded abrupt. ‘I don't like to be tied down,' she added quickly.

Saw the faint smile cross his face as he murmured, ‘Is that right?'

Lisa saw that everyone else in the room was staring at her, noticed that Bakar the stables boy had an obvious tenting of his riding pants.

‘It's a small island, but there's quite a lot to see,' Michael added, topping up his brandy glass and signalling for Carmen to pour the others whatever they wanted from the trolley laden with drinks. ‘A lot of the old trades have been revived, mainly for foreign visitors.' He rolled the crystal stem within two fingers and looked at her more closely. ‘I suspect that you're a traveller rather than a tourist though.'

Lisa thought of the Aran jumper she'd purchased, of the Maltese T-shirts she'd almost bought on impulse at the Sunday market.

‘I suspect I'm a bit of both.'

‘The moment I saw you I thought...' For the next half hour they talked of their work, their plans, their lifestyles. Eventually Michael stretched contentedly.

‘Right. Who's for a stroll in the grounds...?' He glanced around at his assembled staff then murmured, ‘Dania - don't you dare!'

Marie-Rose looked from the girl to the man, then asked, ‘What was she up to?'

‘Only squeezing her thighs together in the hope of a silent orgasm,' Dr Landers said.

‘Want me to...? The Receptionist raised her thick right hand again and brandished it in mid air. Dania's bared bottom puckered and flinched.

‘No,' Michael said thoughtfully. ‘Her bum's red enough for this evening, and I've a much better idea than that.'

He stared at the girl, who'd now bowed her head again. ‘Dania - go to your room and fetch your Welcome Pack. It's in your bedside cabinet drawer - assuming you haven't discovered it already and used it on your tender bits?'

‘I haven't touched... I've been working flat out since I arrived this afternoon, sir,' the accountant whispered, tracing her sandaled right foot around the Persian rug on the floor.

‘Good, then bring the entire pack here without opening it,' Michael ordered with the merest of smiles.

Lisa shifted her weight uncomfortably in her chair. What was the tyrant going to do now? Welcome Packs in hotels usually contained rosettes of soap and a miniature shower gel. If you booked a honeymoon suite you sometimes got fresh fruit and chilled champagne. She had a feeling that any gifts left in Vitality's rooms might be very different, much more unpredictable or otherwise adult.

‘I think she's been building up to this for days,' Marie-Rose said, looking generally around the room. ‘She phoned yesterday to confirm when she'd be here, was still working flat out on another firm's accounts. I guess she's just full of sexual tension.'