Whip Hands (6 page)

 

 

‘So do you think they're going to chicken out?'

‘Don't worry, Lou. I spoke to Clare before they went off to the pub. She said she'd go round and pick up Mandy at about six-thirty. So we're still on schedule, okay?'

‘Okay, Jeff. I don't mind telling you I'm pretty nervous about this. You still want to go ahead with it?'

‘Of course. The girls are ready for it, so what's the problem? Come on, we don't want to back out now. It's taken long enough to set up. Refresh your glass?'

The stocky Jeff was still in his twenties, his fair hair shaved close to the skull, and dressed in a stylishly cut suit. He draped the jacket carefully over a chair back as he moved across to the well-stocked drinks cabinet. The taller Lou was more casually dressed in an open-necked shirt and chinos. He poured himself some cranberry juice, then added a slug of vodka.

The flat was furnished in contemporary style, with bare hardwood flooring and light wicker furniture grouped in the centre of a large room. It had generous windows, from which the sun could be seen setting over a park. Before the two could exchange another word, the front door buzzer sounded and, as Lou went into the tiny hallway, the sound of high-pitched giggling could be heard distinctly. It ceased immediately the door was opened.

Two young women filed into the room, both with shoulder bags. The strawberry blonde was wearing a tan business suit, whilst the other, almost exactly the same height but with dark, shoulder-length hair, was informally dressed in a short leather skirt and crop top. They were highly excited, as if they shared a guilty secret.

‘Hi there, boys!' the blonde exclaimed. ‘As you can see, I've brought Mandy along. I'm sorry we're a bit late, but she got cold feet at the last minute. She needed some persuading, I can tell you. She's a bad, bad girl.'

There was a stifled outburst of hilarity from Mandy. Lou gave her a withering look. Jeff handed out two small glasses and the women sipped, standing close together. There was a pause.

Jeff broke the silence. ‘Well, Clare, I believe you've told Mandy why she's been invited here outside working hours?'

‘Indeed I have, Jeff.' The blonde once more had a smile twitching at her lips. ‘She's been told that her little game is up. Haven't you, Mandy?'

Mandy drained her glass and rolled her eyes. ‘I suppose so, but I don't see why I'm the one being singled out. Everybody does it, don't they?'

‘That's where you're quite wrong, Mandy.' Lou put an avuncular arm round her shoulder. ‘We discussed this in the personnel office only yesterday. I'm sure you remember. If everybody walked off with their pockets full of biros and envelopes we'd have a major problem on our hands.'

‘Not to mention floppy disks and petty cash,' Clare broke in.

‘Petty cash?' Lou looked taken aback. ‘I certainly didn't realise...'

‘Oh, yes. As office manager I've been aware for some time that we're always running short of money for milk and biscuits and that sort of thing. Then I drew thirty pounds last Tuesday to buy stamps. The next day half of it was gone.'

‘That couldn't have been me!' Mandy exclaimed, shrugging away Lou. ‘I didn't know anything about petty cash going missing. You didn't tell me you were going to bring this up, Clare, you beast.'

‘That's enough of that, Mandy!' Jeff barked. ‘The directors have requested your presence here to try and sort things out without having to bring the police into this.'

‘The police? I've not done anything that's against the law. You must be joking.'

‘I'm afraid you've forgotten what I was telling you, Mandy.' Lou tried to sound reasonable. ‘When we took you on as office junior only a few weeks ago I made it quite clear that any unauthorised removal of the firm's property would be severely dealt with. We could bring charges of pilfering against you. I'm sure you must remember.'

‘Anyway, this is just time-wasting,' Jeff interrupted. ‘I thought you'd made it clear to her that this was the only way she could escape legal proceedings?'

The question was directed to Clare, who took the girl by the arm and whispered something in her ear. After hearing her out, Mandy nodded.

‘You promise?' she asked in a small voice.

‘Yes, I think she remembers now,' Clare announced. ‘We're all ready to go. We'll need an upright chair right here in the centre of the room. Now, get ready, Mandy, just as I explained to you.'

Mandy gave the other woman an insolent smirk, but over in the far corner of the room she removed her shoes. Then she reached under her skirt and pulled down her sheer tights, draping them carefully over a chair back.

‘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!'

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.