Subculture
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‘Tell Dr Landers that I’m a big girl now.’ Lisa winced as the words left her. A couple of hours ago she’d felt very small indeed.
‘I’ll give you a bus timetable, then,’ the stockily handsome older woman continued. ‘But be at the stop about fifteen minutes before the bus is due. They’re variable in when they arrive.’
Everything was variable here, Lisa thought as the woman went into the filing cabinet and produced a list of bus departure and arrival times.
‘We’d love you to join us for dinner at eight,’ Marie-Rose added, pressing the pamphlet into Lisa’s right hand. ‘Carmen enjoys trying out fresh recipes for a new guest. She’ll cook whatever you like.’
Lisa thought of Michael Landers presiding at the top of the long polished dining table, and her nipples tingled nervously. But she had to face him some time...
Three minutes after leaving Vitality, Lisa found an English-style bus stop. She’d go to Valletta, the Maltese capital. Would stroll about in the sun and check out the shops. She felt her happiness increase as a creaking coach came trundling round the corner. Then her smile faltered; Bedford Dominant was printed on the front. The herbalist grimaced at the unintentional irony, and smoothed her pinafore dress more firmly over her hot small buttocks. For the next three months she wanted to be in charge.
And she would be from now on. She’d simply refuse to make any errors. That way she’d avoid the man’s cane and just taste his medical knowledge and his bounteous hospitality.
‘One to Valletta, please,’ Lisa told the coach driver. He was as remote as bus drivers seem to be the world over. Dropping the few cents he requested into his outstretched palm, she made her way down the half-empty bus. She’d been prepared to spend much more than this on transport - on everything. Michael was paying her a generous salary and had already left a crisp thick bundle of Maltese pounds in her room. Lisa stared eagerly out of the window as the coach drove past crop-heavy farmyards. Didn’t the Maltese keep animals? There wasn’t a cow in sight.
When the bus reached Valletta she alighted into a boisterous modern part of her new world. She followed the guide book, till she came to the Sunday Market. Stalls stretched out for as far as her widening eyes could see. There were so many different tourists and accents and goods on offer, so much to study and ultimately understand. For wasn’t that why people travelled? To get to know the Bigger Picture in the hope that it would help them study the smaller but complex canvas that was themselves.
She understood now that a spanking could make her wet. Lisa forced her slender limbs further into the crowd. She felt strangely safe in its midst - unwatched, completely anonymous. Was half-carried past the stalls of cassette tapes, candies, paperbacks, wood and brass. Feeling guilty about orgasming over the doctor’s suited knees, she bought an Aran jumper for Reece.
Back at Vitality that night she napped, showered, changed into a dusky pink skirt suit that she hoped warned don’t touch me. Don’t put a hand on my shoulder, far less spank my seat. She brushed her silky hair till its auburn highlights shone in the evening sunshine. Then she applied a little diluted rose oil to her pulse spots and stared at the clock. She didn’t want to go down before 8pm, for that might look too eager. She didn’t want to go down afterwards, for the bastard might try to penalise her for being late.
At a fraction before the allotted time, Lisa left her room and traipsed slowly down the stairs and along the corridors. Only her heart was beating fast.
As the grandfather clock in the dining hall chimed for the sixth or seventh time, she made her entrance, took in the long rectangular table - Michael, Marie-Rose and Jamilla were already sitting there. All three were leaning forward, obviously caught up in some animated discussion, but broke off to smile at her. Lisa smiled back, and forced herself to keep smiling as Michael pulled out the seat across from his.
‘I hear you took the bus to Valletta,’ he said casually.
‘You seem to hear a lot,’ Lisa replied. She kept her voice equally light for the benefit of the others. Looked up, glad of the interruption as a Maltese youth of around nineteen walked in.
‘Ah Bakar - just in time,’ Michael said with a very slight edge to his voice. ‘Glad that we could drag you away from exercising the horses.’ He turned back to Lisa. ‘Bakar can groom a chestnut roan till it shines; can tempt the tiniest foal into eating to get its strength up. If only his gifts extended to punctuality.’ He looked at the antique gold watch on his strong wrist, and Lisa shuddered involuntarily as she remembered his palm lifting and falling. ‘Well, we can’t wait any longer for dear Dania to arrive.’ He pushed a buzzer that presumably alerted the kitchen staff, for Carmen hurried in.
‘Dania hasn’t graced us with her presence yet. No, just put her starter out. She’ll need all the energy she can find to get through the thrashing which will follow,’ Michael said casually. Oh God, he wasn’t going to thrash another servant, was he? Lisa felt the blood rush to her face and to her pubis at the man’s words.
Hastily she spooned up a firm King prawn and put it to lips which felt numbed and strangely slackened. Surely he wouldn’t cane an employee’s bare bottom at the table? If he started to chasten anyone, she’d get up to leave. She wondered who poor Dania was, for it was the first time she’d heard the name mentioned, but didn’t dare ask for fear of drawing further attention to the girl’s absence and buttock-based fate.
All five of them were halfway through the main course when a fair-haired girl in a knee length floaty lemon dress rushed in.
‘Problems with the marketing budget figures... Forgot about the time.’ She looked pleadingly at Michael.
‘Eat your starter. You can have your main course sent up to your room after you’ve had your arse tanned,’ the doctor said.
‘But I’ve never been late before,’ the girl muttered, her face turning the same hot shade that Lisa’s was.
‘And you’ll never be late again if you’re retrained by a thorough whipping,’ Michael Landers replied.
‘It’s just that I couldn’t find the receipts book...’ the twenty-something female stammered.
‘And Carmen couldn’t serve your meal. And Lisa couldn’t be introduced to you at the start of dinner. And the rest of us couldn’t relax because we didn’t know where on earth you’d gone,’ Dr Landers said.
‘I took the Accounts into the Conservatory and sat by the open door,’ Dania muttered. All the fight seemed to have gone out of her. She spooned up a slice of avocado and nibbled at it dully. Her eyes were downcast for a while, but when they finally looked up they were suspiciously large and bright. Could the girl actually be excited by this public shaming, Lisa thought, forcing down another tender flake of spicy grilled swordfish. Was that why she was squirming in her seat?
Silently the staff finished their main course and Dania finished her prawns. Michael buzzed the kitchens and Carmen brought in a trolley laden with wine, brandy and champagne.
‘Bring herbal wine and cider for our herbalist friend,’ Michael said, smiling at Lisa.
Lisa sucked in her breath. ‘I’d rather have a brandy.’ God knows, she needed a strong nerve-steadying drink.
Her first brandy warmed her mouth, throat, chest and belly, went down fast. Michael raised an eyebrow as she leaned forward to pour herself a second.
‘Let’s all take our drinks into the sitting room,’ he said, then slapped Dania’s hand away as it reached for the champagne. ‘Angel’ he told her, ‘you know that when you’re due a hard spanking you’re not allowed an alcoholic drink.’
‘Not fair,’ the girl muttered, pouting. ‘I’m feeling tired.’
‘Well, a hot sore rump will soon revive you,’ the doctor added, picking up his own glass. ‘Maybe then you’ll start acting like twenty-four instead of six.’
Lisa walked behind Dania into the sitting room. The girl moved with easy confidence. She spoke well, looked good, was rep
In the sitting room Lisa took the armchair nearest the door. Her heart beat fast and hard, her calf muscles restless. She had to be ready for a verbal sparring, ready to flee.
‘Right, Marie-Rose, will you do the honours?’ Michael Landers asked. Lisa stared at him then at the Receptionist, not quite sure what he was implying. Watched the forty year old woman roll up her full length dress sleeves.
Then Marie-Rose patted her lap. ‘Come and lie across Auntie Rose’s knee, my dear,’ she said looking fixedly at Dania.
The younger girl sat back further in her chair and glanced frantically around the room as if seeking an outlet. ‘Dr Landers. Aren’t you going to...?’ she muttered at last.
‘Not this time. I want to relax awhile and finish my brandy,’ the former surgeon said.
Lisa felt her own features freeze in dismay and shock. She’d been shamed enough being spanked in private in his surgical examination rooms. Surely he wasn’t going to let the Receptionist spank the Accountant in front of the other employees? She looked at Bakar the gardening boy, only to find his gaze fixed challengingly on Dania, who remained mutely seated and seemingly immobilised.
‘Get that unpunctual little bum over Marie-Rose’s knee right this minute or you’ll never work for me again,’ Michael Landers said.
‘It’s not right.’ Slowly the twenty-four year old got to her sandal-clad feet. Heels trailing, she made her way across the large square room, hesitating as she reached the stockier woman, then bent over her lap in a series of jerky movements. ‘Please let me keep my pants on,’ she whispered to no one in particular. ‘Oh please!’
‘She’s especially shy because you’re here,’ Michael Landers said conversationally to Lisa.
‘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.
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