Butter Wouldn't Melt

by Penny Birch

  ‘I wish you wouldn’t call me that,’ Penny told me. ‘Not in here anyway.’

  I kissed her and took another swallow of my drink. Jade had been telling a juicy story about some goings-on in Wales, which included several girls being made to wear nappies. That reminded me of my spanking from Maggie, and in turn how my secret had managed to leak out to Montague, Montague, Todmorden and Montague. I waited until Jade had finished before posing the vital question.

  ‘Did either of you two tell Morris Rathwell I was into spanking?’

  ‘No,’ Penny answered immediately, her voice serious and even a little shocked. ‘You know I wouldn’t do that to you, Pippa.’

  ‘Somebody has, because . . .’

  I stopped. Jade had begun to giggle, making her enormous breasts quiver underneath her top. Both of us turned to her.

  ‘Jade, you didn’t?’ Penny asked.

  ‘I didn’t mean to!’ Jade laughed. ‘It was just that he was going on about how he always gets to spank the new girls, and I couldn’t resist teasing him. I said that because you were with AJ she’d never let him spank you, but . . .’

  ‘But you didn’t bother to tell him that I don’t take it from men at all,’ I finished for her.

  ‘Yes,’ she admitted, ‘or it wouldn’t have been any fun, not if he thought no man had a chance.’

  ‘So what did you say?’

  ‘Just that AJ sometimes passes you around to men . . . to humiliate you, but that she’d told me she wouldn’t let him have a go.’

  ‘Thanks a lot, Jade,’ I told her. ‘Now he’s told my boss, and . . .’

  ‘Your boss?’ Penny demanded.

  ‘It’s complicated,’ I told her, and began to explain the situation.

  As I spoke, Penny’s face remained both serious and sympathetic, but Jade was trying not to giggle, and when I told them how Maggie had treated me she burst out laughing.

  ‘It’s not funny, Jade!’ I protested. ‘Now I’m in trouble with AJ and there are a load of dirty old men who think they’re going to spank me.’

  ‘Oh it is funny,’ she answered. ‘Especially about you being in trouble with AJ. Looks like it’s going to be show time tonight, Penny.’

  ‘Don’t be mean, Jade,’ Penny answered. ‘You know what AJ’s like. Don’t worry, Pippa. I’ll have a word with her.’

  ‘As if she takes any notice of you,’ Jade laughed. ‘Come on you two, lighten up. You know you’ll love it, Pippa, and I’m right in the mood for a really dirty floor show. Hey, girls, AJ’s going to take the Moppet into the back room for a punishment.’

  She’d called out to the entire bar. Just about everybody there turned around, all looking at me as my cheeks flared through pink to red. Not one of them showed any sympathy, and most were grinning openly, or passing excited remarks about what was likely to happen to me.

  ‘You’ve had it, Dumplings!’ I told Jade, using the nickname AJ calls her.

  ‘What are you going to do, Moppet, spank me?’ she answered.

  I hesitated. Most likely she would give in, but I knew I could strip her naked and apply every ounce of strength I had into smacking her fat white bottom without making her do more than purr in satisfaction. She was also a lot heavier than me, and if she chose not to give in I would be the one who ended up with a bare red bum, which would be unbearably humiliating when I’d set out to punish her. Fortunately there was an alternative.

  ‘No,’ I told her. ‘I’m going to tickle you.’

  The change that came over her face was wonderful to see, all her cheek dissolving in an instant, to be replaced by serious worry. I stood up and began to walk around the table.

  ‘No, Pippa, not that,’ she babbled, getting off her stool and retreating. ‘That’s not fair, Pippa. You know what will happen.’

  ‘Yes, I do,’ I answered her, snatching out for her arm.

  I missed her by an inch and she darted around the table again, only for Penny to suddenly push her chair back.

  ‘Penny!’ Jade squealed.

  ‘You deserve everything you’re going to get,’ Penny told her, and I’d caught hold of Jade’s arm.

  ‘No, Pippa,’ Jade pleaded as I dug my fingers in under her armpits. ‘No! I’ll get you for this . . . both of you. Stop it! No . . . Pippa, please!’

  Her voice broke to helpless giggles, her body shivering in my grip as I tickled her. She went limp, unable to control her muscles, still begging me to stop as she slumped to the floor, but her words barely intelligible through her laughter. I’d got her face down, and I sat on her bottom.

  ‘You make a great stool, Jade,’ I told her, ‘very well upholstered.’

  ‘You bitch!’ she gasped, and tried to wriggle away, but I had her helpless.

  She couldn’t control herself at all, her body jerking beneath me, her hands beating on the floor in helpless frustration. I dug my fingers in deeper, thoroughly enjoying myself and determined not to stop until she’d disgraced herself, which was bound to happen. Sure enough, she began to babble again, her words broken and desperate.

  ‘No, Pippa, please . . . I’m sorry . . . I’m really sorry, but stop, please stop! No, Pippa, I’m going to wet myself, you little bitch! No, sorry, I didn’t mean that. I didn’t . . . I didn’t . . . you’re not a bitch, and I’m sorry, no, no . . . Pippa, stop. Stop! Oh shit!’

  Her pleadings broke off in a wail of despair and I knew she’d done it, filling me with sadistic glee. I moved my bum onto her back and twisted around, still tickling. She was in army-green combat trousers, the seat tight over her big bottom, across which a dark stain was spreading as she peed in her knickers. I couldn’t help but laugh, delighting in her helpless plight as the wet patch grew larger. As her legs came wide in her agony I saw that a little fountain of piss had begun to emerge from where the material of her trousers covered the fat bulge of her sex.

  She was making a puddle on the floor, and the stain on her bum had grown to a big heart-shaped patch that made it quite obvious she’d wet herself. I was laughing at the sight, as was just about everybody else in Whispers. I heard Gina telling me I would have to clean up the mess and might get a spanking too, but there was laughter in her voice as well, encouraging me to continue tickling as Jade wriggled helplessly in her growing pee puddle. Somebody called out, suggesting I pull Jade’s trousers down and finish her off with a wet bottom spanking, only for her voice to die away.

  I looked up as everybody else went quiet too, even Jade. AJ was standing over me, her hands on her hips, looking down with an amused smirk. Penny gave a nervous giggle and I managed a smile.

  ‘Are you having fun?’ AJ asked.

  ‘I was just playing with Jade,’ I answered, more than a little nervous.

  Had I been the one on the floor with a wet trouser seat Jade would have been in serious trouble, but while I wasn’t really supposed to play with other girls at all without specific permission, giving a punishment was a bit different. I hastily amended my excuse.

  ‘Um . . . punishing Jade,’ I said, ‘for . . . for telling Morris Rathwell I like to be spanked by men.’

  Now Jade really was in trouble, but it was the truth, and for all that I was really only being playful with Jade I was genuinely cross with her. Unfortunately she didn’t want to accept her just deserts.

  ‘Yeah, right!’ she protested, wriggling around underneath me. ‘I may have told Morris, but I didn’t know he was going to pass it on to her boss, and even if I had it’s not my fault Moppet let some hard old bitch from the office at her bum.’

  ‘What?’ AJ demanded.

  ‘I was going to tell you,’ I said hastily, the blood rushing to my cheeks. ‘I . . . I got a bit drunk, and there’s this woman at the office who likes to spank, and . . . and I let her . . .’

  My voice had trailed off on the last few words and I hung my head, genuinely ashamed of myself and also frightened.

  ‘Who was it?’ AJ asked, her voice now cold.

  ‘Nobody in particular . . .’

/>   ‘Who was it? Tell me, Moppet.’

  She’d reached down, taking a handful of my hair and twisting it in her hand so that I was forced to look up into her face.

  ‘The clerk at my work,’ I admitted. ‘Maggie Phelps.’

  ‘The old bitch!’ AJ spat and dropped my head. ‘I’ll have her and, as for you, Moppet, what do you think I should do with you?’

  ‘Punish me?’ I said softly.

  She squatted down to lift my head again, but this time just gently, with one finger underneath my chin. I found myself looking right into her eyes, making both my stomach and pussy tighten in reaction. After a while she spoke.

  ‘You’re a little tart, Pippa. What are you?’

  ‘A little tart,’ I admitted.

  ‘A dirty little tart,’ she responded.

  ‘A dirty little tart,’ I echoed. ‘I’m a dirty little tart.’

  ‘Yes,’ she said, ‘you are, aren’t you, and you deserve to be punished, don’t you?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Punished hard.’

  A quiet voice sounded from beneath me, Jade.

  ‘Er . . . excuse me. Do you think I could get up now?’

  ‘Shut up, Dumplings,’ AJ answered.

  Penny’s voice broke in.

  ‘Don’t be too hard on her, AJ.’

  ‘You can shut up too, Miss Muffet. So, Pippa, what’s to be done with you? A good spanking, maybe? A bit of boot licking? Or shall I take you in the loos?’

  ‘Not that, AJ,’ Penny protested.

  ‘I told you to shut up,’ AJ snapped. ‘She’s my girl now, and I’ll do as I like with her.’

  Penny’s face was set in determination, and she would have said more, but I shook my head.

  ‘It’s only fair, Auntie. I let myself go and I shouldn’t have done.’

  ‘Not down the loo, that’s all,’ Penny replied.

  ‘Fair enough,’ AJ answered, and got up.

  I saw Penny swallow, and her eyes were wide with fear as AJ took her by the collar. Nobody spoke as Penny was hauled across the room towards the lavatory, even Jade staying as she was. The door slammed, but still everybody remained absolutely silent until we heard a new sound, the gurgle of a lavatory being flushed.

  I got spanked. It wasn’t even very hard, and really only done for the sake of the thing, knickers down across AJ’s knee with all the girls looking on and Jade and Penny standing together in one corner with their faces to the wall and their hands on their heads, one with a wet bum and the other with dripping hair. Afterwards I was taken back to AJ’s and she contented herself with making me lick her to ecstasy with my hands tied so I couldn’t do myself.

  That wasn’t my punishment, and nor was the spanking, as she pointed out to me in the morning. For what I’d done it would have to be something special, while she was also determined to get her revenge on Maggie, indifferent to my protests that it had been entirely my responsibility. As far as she was concerned she had to punish Maggie, or risk losing face with the community, despite the fact that they seldom, if ever, moved in the same circles.

  AJ was always direct, and decided to drive me in to work and speak to Maggie. She didn’t tell me what she was planning to say, and although I was certain that not even AJ would dish out a spanking in the front office of a City law firm, my tummy was fluttering all the while. I was also determined to resolve matters one way or another, and hopefully not end up with a bad atmosphere at work for the rest of the year.

  We got to the Minories nearly twenty minutes early, but Maggie was already there, visible through the window as she adjusted her spectacles to examine some document or other. AJ parked the bike and secured our helmets to it, then followed me up the steps.

  ‘Wouldn’t it be better to do this more privately?’ I suggested.

  ‘I don’t know where the bitch lives, do I?’ she pointed out.

  ‘I could find out . . .’

  I stopped, as the door had swung open. Maggie herself had opened it and, seeing AJ, naturally assumed we had a delivery.

  ‘Good morning, Pippa,’ she said brightly, then turned a haughty, superior look on AJ. ‘Do you need me to sign?’

  ‘No,’ AJ answered. ‘I need you to shut up and listen. I’m the Moppet’s girlfriend, see, and nobody touches her without . . .’

  ‘Not here, for goodness sake!’ Maggie hissed, catching on instantly. ‘Go away . . . or come into my office if you really have to.’

  ‘I do,’ AJ assured her.

  Andy Wellspring passed across the corridor to the stairs, throwing us a curious look as we went into Maggie’s office. She immediately turned on me, and AJ on her, so that they were speaking over each other with rising anger before Maggie finally went quiet.

  ‘. . . fucking well listen!’ AJ was saying, and went on. ‘That’s better. Now look, bitch. You punished my girl, and I’m not going to take that.’

  I’d have been terrified, with AJ towering nearly a head height over me in her black leathers, but Maggie was a lot tougher and answered firmly.

  ‘I’m very sorry, I’m sure, although I must point out that Pippa did not say she was expected to remain faithful. Indeed, I had understood very much the opposite.’

  ‘What do you mean?’ AJ demanded.

  ‘What I mean,’ Maggie went on, ‘is that I had it under good authority that Pippa was regularly spanked by a variety of people.’

  ‘Who the fuck told you that?’

  ‘I am not at liberty to say.’

  ‘It was Morris Rathwell,’ I supplied. ‘Stupid Jade told him you sometimes pass me around to humiliate me, for men as well.’

  ‘You could have told me that last night!’

  ‘I’m sorry, AJ, I . . .’

  ‘Never mind,’ she snapped, and turned to Maggie. ‘Right you, I get that it wasn’t all your fault, but if you touch her again you’re going to be the one who gets passed around for spanking, among me and a few friends. Got that? I’ll catch up with you later, Pippa.’

  She stalked out, leaving Maggie open-mouthed with indignation and me with my tummy fluttering. If I’d been in trouble before, now it was going to be twice as bad, and there was also Maggie to worry about.

  ‘I’m sorry,’ I said, hanging my head.

  ‘You might have told me,’ she responded. ‘That woman’s a gorgon.’

  ‘She can be a bit rough,’ I admitted.

  ‘I suppose I had better leave you alone then,’ she said.

  ‘I’m sorry,’ I repeated. ‘I did like what you did with me, very much.’

  ‘I know,’ she said, and kissed me.

  I kissed her back, and our lips stayed pressed together for perhaps half a second, no more, but as I pulled away it was to find AJ standing by her bike outside the window, looking directly at me with her face frozen in astonishment. Immediately I began to make frantically apologetic signals, but she simply pulled her helmet on and kicked the bike into life, disappearing along the Minories without a backward glance. I was left feeling sick to the stomach, and would have phoned her immediately had not Steve Frost appeared outside at that moment. He let himself in and I met him in the corridor, knowing he’d expect to speak to me.

  ‘You’re good and early,’ he said. ‘Ready to go then?’

  ‘Yes,’ I managed, although what I really wanted to do was to burst into tears.

  ‘I’ll need a few minutes to get my papers together,’ he said. ‘If you could get a cab for us, perhaps?’

  I nodded and went outside to flag down a cab. A few minutes later we were driving down the Commercial Road as I tried to pay attention to what he was saying about the case, which involved copyright law.

  ‘. . . so the question becomes; to what extent does copyright apply to a customised car, and specifically the paintwork.’

  He continued to talk, and I continued to listen, or at least try to, until we reached a low row of railway arches, most of which had been blocked off, with corrugated iron, masonry, or in the case of Stepney Customs, o
ld doors topped with barbed wire. When I’d first heard the name I had assumed they were something to do with Customs and Excise, and even while Steve had been explaining the case to me I’d been imagining a serious and up-market business, not the seedy garage outside which we had been dropped off.

  Inside wasn’t much better, with three dodgy-looking mechanics in greasy overalls and a lot of dirty equipment. I now knew they specialised in customising cars, and there were three vehicles in. One was an ancient Ford of some sort, with a long bonnet, which had been stripped right down so that it was little more than a shell. Another was largely hidden behind a system of screens, with just a small area of gleaming chrome and brilliant scarlet paint visible. The third was a Triumph Bonneville halfway through being restored to its original glory, with the chrome work immaculate but the wheels and petrol tank off.

  Steve was sharing a few male-to-male witticisms with a man who looked like a gorilla, and I took my chance to examine the bike, moving towards it in reverent awe. Another of the mechanics immediately stepped close, a tall, skinny man with a long face and acne, speaking as he came.

  ‘Don’t touch, love, it’s on blocks.’

  ‘I know,’ I answered him. ‘I just want to look. She’s beautiful.’

  ‘It’s a 1969 T120 Bonneville 650,’ he said with evident pride.

  ‘I don’t suppose it’s for sale?’

  ‘Nah, love. Custom job, ain’t it. Cost you five grand, that would.’

  The implication was that I wouldn’t be able to afford it, and he was right. I found myself making a sad face as I admired the beautiful machine, and once more wondering if owning such a marvel would be worth accepting some dirty old man’s cock in my hand or mouth. Even at half odds, if I took old Mr Montague in my hand with a £100 bet on, I’d have had enough. He wasn’t all that bad, rather a nice old man really, and very clean and neat. How awful could it be, just to take hold of his penis and pull on it until he came off in my hand, maybe after a gentle spanking on the seat of my knickers . . .

  ‘Would you like to come into the office, Pippa?’ Steve asked, interrupting my fantasy.

  ‘Yes, of course, sorry.’

  I did my best to concentrate as Steve and the gorilla look-alike, Mr Mulligan, went through the case, but it was hard, with my thoughts constantly slipping to AJ and the motorbike. For all I knew by that evening I’d no longer have a girlfriend, but on the other hand, while the bike outside might not be for sale I was sure I’d be able to buy something similar and have them do it up. Perhaps they’d even give me a discount.