by Susan Thomas
When Tom phoned she told him about the money (but not the groping or spanking) and they discussed the possibility of getting the Bartletts on income tax evasion. Tom said he'd get the Constabulary's tax people onto looking into the club's financial affairs. Other than the Bartletts and their lieutenants no other meetings had been held, but Tom asked her stay on longer. Sooner or later something would break. Anne wondered what would happen about the cash. She assumed that Accounts would claim it but she had not been told what happened about earnings that came when working undercover. She gave it to her mum to put in her Post Office savings account until such time as she was asked for it.
Something happened the very next time she was on duty. She was busy serving drinks when three middle-aged and well-dressed men came in. Mr Tasker was on them like a rash, almost fawning on them, which wasn't his usual style, and showing them to the very best table. Anne was certain they weren't members, so clearly they were guests sent by the Bartletts. Mr Tasker gestured for her to come over.
"Anne, these are special guests. I want you to bring two bottles of our best champagne and whatever our guests require. Make sure you give them our best Tamarisk service. There will be no charge for any of it."
Yes sir, Mr Tasker."
Anne hurried to get the champagne. At last she had something significant to report. She grabbed her camera from her handbag. It was small but powerful and although the lighting wasn't right she was told that it would take a usable photograph even in bad light. She took three quick snaps and returned the camera to her bag and then hurried to serve the champagne.
One man in particular seemed familiar, although she couldn't place him. As she served his drink he gave her bottom two little smacks, rubbed it and then gave her two more smacks. Anne felt like bashing him with the bottle but instead giggled sweetly and said, "Have I been a naughty girl?"
"All girls are naughty my dear. I'm sure you're very naughty."
Anne giggled again and walked off wanting to hit him and then throw up but instead she just got the order of smoked salmon sandwiches. All night she remembered her duty and served the three men, smiling wonderfully all the time. The man who had smacked her bottom was tantalisingly familiar and he kept smacking her. It was never hard but just any time she was in reach. His two companions thought it very funny and although they were a bit 'handy-andy' seemed content to watch him. They stayed a long time watching the singing acts and drinking heavily. Champagne and brandy flowed toward their table and Anne's smacker became even more friendly to her as the evening went on.
He was slurring terribly, "Ya know girlsh, you are lubbly. I really like you. Wash yer name?"
"Anne, sir."
"Anne here's a liddle sommat for yer. I wan you next time I'm in." He slipped Anne a folded package which turned out to be a £5 note.
Anne was never home before three in the morning, arriving in the Morris commercial crew bus the club used to ferry the girls home, so Tom phoned her late morning after she'd had a chance to get some sleep. Tom listened when she described the guests and was delighted she took some photos. A young WPC in plain clothes turned up half an hour later to collect the film from the camera and Anne began preparing for work. She had no sooner arrived than Mr Tasker called her into his office. She braced herself for another spanking but instead he told her to sit down.
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"You were good with our guests yesterday and our owners are very pleased. I was told to keep them sweet and you did a lot to help with that."
"Thank you Mr Tasker."
"Now then you made a big impression on our special guest. He mentioned to Mr Frank Bartlett that he'd like to have a special session with you, and Mr Bartlett is keen to keep him sweet."
"You know I'm not that kind of girl Mr Tasker."
"Nah girl, I don't mean a bit of nookie. We can always get nookie for the likes of 'im, and Mr Bartlett likes to keep this club respectable. Our guest wants you to be a naughty schoolgirl. Know what I mean?"
Anne didn't. Her mind went blank. "No Mr Tasker. I'm afraid I don't."
"Oh for pity's sake where you been... a bloody convent? He wants to spank your bum. He wants you to be a naughty schoolgirl like in all those mags you get in Soho."
"What!" Anne was horrified and Mr Tasker looked crafty.
"Now think on a bit. Mr Frank and Mr Steve are powerful men in this town. You do this for them and you're in, girl. Sky's the limit for you when you've got them on your side. Plus, there is a bit of a sweetener for you. Mr Frank said I was to offer you this." He held out a bunch of £5 notes. "Ten crisp fivers for playing a game and getting a sore bum. Got to be worf it ain't it?"
"Who is this man?"
Mr Tasker tapped the side of his nose. "Nah, that don't need concern you. You just need to know he is important to Mr Bartlett. Call him... Mr Black. That's all. Mr Black is a very special guest."
Anne thought quickly. If this 'Mr Black' was a very special guest, he was likely someone with influence that had been corrupted. It was important for her to find out. She was sure she could wheedle the man's real name out of him if she let him spank her, and anyway spankings were part of life for a hostess. She'd already had two. "OK. I'll do it."
"Good girl. 'ave you got a school uniform by any chance?"
"Yes I have." Anne still had all her St Agnes uniform. No one had ever asked her for it and it was packed neatly in a suitcase.
The next day Anne went to work with two changes of clothes: one was her Tamarisk uniform in one bag and the St Agnes uniform in the other including the official uniform knickers. It wasn't until nearly nine in the evening when Mr Black came in, this time he was on his own. Instead of being sat at a table he was taken up the stairs and through the door marked 'private'. A few minutes later Mr Tasker came and told her to change into her school uniform and go upstairs and to the second door on the right. Anne removed all her jewellery and washed the make-up off her face (neither had been allowed at St Agnes) before putting on her uniform. It was an astonishing transformation even to her eyes. She went from sexy hostess to demure schoolgirl in just a few minutes.
When Anne opened the door marked 'private' at the top of the stairs, she was astonished. She was in a most beautifully decorated corridor with a thick carpet on the floor. Heavy oak doors went off at regular intervals. She knocked at the second door on the right and was told to enter. She entered and was surprised to find herself in what was really a large sitting room. A window, shielded by rich curtains, looked out over the yard at the back of the club. A thick carpet on the floor and beautiful sofas were arranged around a huge coffee table. A crystal whisky decanter and crystal glass sat on it and sprawled on a sofa was Mr Black.
Anne had been given no briefing on how to behave so she just adopted her St Agnes schoolgirl pose. "You sent for me Mr Black?"
He looked surprised. "Mr Black?" Then an amused look appeared and he answered, "Oh, yes, Mr Black. Young lady, I hear you've been very naughty."
Anne suddenly understood her role completely. It actually wasn't as frightening as getting a punishment. It was a sort of game. She thought she'd still end with a very sore bottom, but a punishment has all sorts of other emotions that go with it; this was just a weird game. Fine, she could play that game.
"I'm very sorry sir. I have been bad I know but please don't punish me. I'll be good from now on."
Mr Black shook his head sorrowfully. "My dear girl, actions must have consequences and the consequence of being a very naughty girl is a spanked bottom. I'm sure you know that."
"But sir, I really will be a good girl from now on."
"After you've been punished I'm sure you will." Mr Black was really enjoying this. This girl Anne was perfect. Even her uniform was spot on. Frank had really pulled out all the stops for him.
Anne managed to squeeze a few stray tears from her eyes and could see the delight on Mr Black's face.
"Oh please sir, it won't be too hard will it?"
Mr Black looked very stern
. "It will be just as hard as is needed to turn a naughty girl back into a good one. Now I think we'll give you some time to reflect. First, take that blazer off and then go and stand facing that corner. When you get there pull your knickers down and I'll tuck that skirt into your waist band. The exposure will help you to concentrate on why you are being punished."
Anne could tell the man was now deep into his fantasy and went to the corner. Strangely, it wasn't so embarrassing pulling her knickers down as it had been for any of the real punishments she had before. It should have been but it wasn't. She heard Mr Black get up and felt her skirt being delicately lifted and turned up before being tucked into her waist band.
"Now put your hands on your head."
"Oh please sir, don't be too hard on me."
There was a sharp smack on her bottom which stung when it landed and left her bottom tingling
"Ow!"
"You should be using the time to think about how much you deserve a good spanking."
"Yes sir. I'm sorry sir."
In fact, Anne was fairly amused by this game. In an odd way it was almost fun. She had a mad thought enter her brain: perhaps Tom would like to play a game like this with her. She imagined Tom looking at her bare bottom and found it an attractive idea. When she thought about it she wanted Tom to look at much more than her bare bottom. Instead of Tom, Anne forced her brain to think about Mr Black. Why had he been amused by the name Black? Now she thought about it she was sure she'd seen him before somewhere … but where? He wasn't in the police force, of that she was sure; there was nothing about his manner that conveyed policeman. His way of speaking told her he wasn't from her working class area, and he had never turned up at St Agnes. So where could she have seen him?
"It's time young lady. Come and stand over here by me."
Anne pulled her knickers up a little so that it was easier to walk and went over to where he sat on a sofa. Now she did feel embarrassed for he could see her most private parts and not her bottom. She wondered if she would feel this embarrassed with Tom but didn't think so. She suddenly felt such a yearning to be in Tom's arms again. She sternly suppressed those thoughts. This was duty and she had to find out who this man was and why he was so important. Now Anne noticed something on the coffee table that had not been there before: it was a single leather slipper. The sight of it took her back in time. Her daddy had a leather slipper; he hadn't used it on her but he had done so on her older brother. Joshua had been such a naughty boy. It was laughable to recall that because now he was the minister of a Baptist church; but, back then, when daddy was alive, he'd been over his dad's knee, with his bare bottom being spanked with that slipper, more times than anyone could count.
"Young lady, you're wool gathering. You should be paying attention to me."
"Sorry sir."
"You will be. That has just earned you an extra punishment. Bend over and touch your toes."
Anne felt she deserved this punishment. She should have been concentrating on Mr Black not reminiscing. If it hurt, she jolly well deserved it. She bent over in her best St Agnes fashion and touched her toes with straight fingers and legs.
She heard Mr Black stand up. She felt the slipper touch her bottom as he lined it up. She'd take this properly; being at St Agnes had taught her a lot about taking corporal punishment. The first whack when it came, felt huge, and the sting that followed shortly afterwards was mighty. It made her gasp slightly.
The stinging was so powerful it made it hard to keep very still but Anne managed it and then, with a loud crack, the second one landed rocking her forwards so her fingers lost contact with her toes. Anne shifted back into position and reminded herself she deserved this for not paying attention. Who was Mr Black?
Whack! The third one stung her so much she almost stood and had to wriggle her bottom to ease the monstrous stinging that covered it.
"Be still young lady."
"Yes sir. Sorry sir."
Whup! Anne rocked again as the fourth smacked down hard on her bottom. She had more spanking to come after this one. She was certainly going to earn that £50 if Accounts let her keep it.
Whack! "Ow, ouch!"
"Yes, it hurts doesn't it girl. Let that be a lesson to you."
The last whack was so powerful it really rocked her and she had to take a step forward. She went back into position gasping at how much her bottom stung.
"Stand up now."
Anne stood. "I'm very sorry sir. The slipper reminded me of my brother getting spanked by my dad who died when I was eleven. I went down memory lane for a minute."
Mr Black looked as if he would rather have not heard that piece of information but was sympathetic. "I will give you five more minutes in the corner to recover before your spanking."
Standing in the corner once again with her knickers down and her skirt tucked into her waistband, Anne was thinking about the name Black. It wasn't his real name but it was connected somehow, and that amused him. Why? A place in the county? Blackstairs was a small town in the north of the county. No! Black? Some piano keys were black. Was he a musician? She imagined his hands on the keyboard his fingers running over the black and white keys. No, he had small hands with short fingers. He was no musician. Then it came to her. Black... white. White, his name was White. She was sure of it. She knew him from somewhere and his name was Mr White.
She was still puzzling over how she knew Mr White when he called her back over to him. He was sitting on the sofa and Anne guessed what that intense look on his face meant. He was not only deep into his fantasy of spanking his naughty schoolgirl he was also enjoying the prospect of doing so. She wondered if all men liked spanking a girl's bottom and if Tom would as well. Somehow the thought of Tom spanking her (not too hard of course) was rather appealing.
"Now then young lady. It's time for your punishment, which is necessary to turn a naughty girl into a good one."
"Yes sir. I'm sorry sir."
"Now then, we'll have those shoes off and that skirt I think."
Anne felt her knickers at half-mast made her new tasks awkward so she pulled them up again. Then she quickly took off her skirt and removed her correctly laced St Anne's uniform shoes She stood facing him in her St Agnes knickers wishing it was Tom seeing her like this.
"Now young lady, you've been a very naughty girl haven't you."
"Yes sir, but I am very sorry. Please don't spank me too hard."
Anne was astonished at how easily the right words came to her mouth. She assumed it must be something to do with her recent experience as a schoolgirl at St Agnes.
"That is not the right attitude. You should really be asking me to spank your bottom really hard. That would show that you are really repentant."
'Mr Black' sounded so convincing it made her face go hot as if she really was a naughty schoolgirl. She thought her face could be no hotter but she was wrong for he reached up and slowly pulled her knickers down again. She gave a little cry but that only earned her a smack across the back of both legs.
He then guided her across his lap and pulled her blouse right up out of the way. She felt her knickers clinging around her knees and her bottom very vulnerable and cold. Anne threw her mind into imagining that it was Tom doing this. Of course he wouldn't spank her hard, but enough to make her bottom warm. The thought of that was very exciting. Then he would take her and... she went very hot in all sorts of places at the thought of what would happen next. The trouble was she had no real experience to flesh out her imagination.
Mr Black's voice broke into her fantasy. "This first spanking young lady is for the little problem with homework. Let it be a good lesson for you." Then with no further warning he began spanking her hard.
From the very first smack Anne knew that this was no game. This was a real spanking. His hand came down hard on the soft bare skin of her right cheek with a loud crisp smacking noise. She jumped as a huge sting spread across that cheek and again as another huge sting appeared on her left cheek. Within just a few smacks her
whole bottom was stinging and she was making little gasping noises and fighting to keep still and take her 'punishment'. He scolded her as he spanked her; telling her off for not doing her homework, and a whole load of other imaginary misdemeanours, but never once did his vigorous pace of spanking let up. Anne discovered that, given the chance, a man could spank a girl very hard indeed.
By the time he finished the long spanking her knickers were only clinging to one ankle and she was near to tears. She slid off his lap and stood with both hands massaging her bottom and holding back the tears in her eyes. Her whole bottom was one vast sting and felt really hot.
"Now then young lady we have to deal with your impertinence: would you agree another taste of my slipper is in order?"
Anne was frightened about how much she could take. She'd already had six with the slipper and a hand spanking. Punishments at St Agnes were painful but relatively quickly over. However, she been promised £50 to do this so she supposed the Bartletts would expect her to agree.
"Yes sir," she managed to say. "I do deserve the slipper."
To her surprise she wasn't asked to bend over and touch her toes. The next moment she was back across his knees and then yelped as the leather slipper smacked down hard on her already sore bottom.
"I do not tolerate impertinence," he announced sternly as he smacked the leather down first on one bare cheek and then the other. The sheer intensity of the sting had her wriggling and yelping and he was obliged to use his leg across hers to hold her still.
The leather smacked down: left cheek, right cheek and then right across in a ruthless, remorseless pattern. Each smack of the leather took the fire that was her bottom to an ever higher temperature. As far as Anne was concerned this was no longer a game; she was getting the worst spanking of her life.