by Sarah Veitch
He doesn't reply. She watches him leave the room. She hears the outside door click shut, can picture him looking like any other wealthy businessman as he hails a taxi. But he's not like any other businessman - for he's got her, and this.
Will it really be a month before she sees him again? A month in which she'll be busy studying and shopping. But studying and shopping now seems pedestrian and dull. Will it really be a month until he... She thinks about their next encounter, what he'll make her do and wear. And not wear. Maybe he'll want to fuck her out of doors. Saddle her up in the garden, a shy, shamed pony girl. New cells flooding with newer images, she reaches back and strokes the hot stripes that warm her flesh. Looking down, she realises she's still wearing the boots, strong leather symbols that somehow emphasise her helpless nakedness. Breath quickening, she puts her hand between her legs.
Carly's Angels
Once upon a time there were three little girls - Cheryl, Jaclyn and Kate - who went to the Police Academy. Then they were taken on by Carly, and now they're punished by her...
Cheryl arrived early for her first day at work and paused to admire herself in the glass door of Carly's Detective Agency. Carly had mentioned that a TV film crew was recording the agency's activities, so she'd treated herself to a pair of micro pink hotpants which clung to her pert little bum.
'Hi Carly,' she carolled as she entered the air-conditioned suite.
'That's Miss Carly to you,' her new employer replied from behind the reception desk.
Cheryl smiled at the woman but didn't receive a return grin. So she turned to the two-man camera team and smiled at them and they smiled - and winked - right back. Cheryl tossed her long blonde tresses over her shoulders, aware of what the men would like to be tossing. She knew that her hair and figure had helped her get taken on at the Police Academy which she'd attended until last week.
'Cheryl - my office. Now,' the older woman continued. Uncertainly the blonde girl followed her forty-something employer into the inner sanctum. 'Your outfit's nothing like the professional attire I insisted you wear.'
'What? These old things?' Cheryl ran her hand deprecatingly down her designer hotpants. 'I wore similar clothes to the Academy.'
'Yes, and you received forty inappropriate dress code reprimands in the year you were there,' Carly said. 'That's why I showed you suitable examples from clothing catalogues.'
'I know but...' Cheryl wished that she wasn't standing in front of the butch brunette, feeling like a naughty schoolgirl, 'well, I've never suited grey or beige.'
To her chagrin, her boss looked increasingly displeased. 'You're not supposed to look like some silly fashion model - you're supposed to be starting a career.'
'But can't a girl have a little fun?'
'Only if she endures a red hot arse alongside it.'
Cheryl blushed hotly and searched desperately for a clever retort but words had never been her forte. 'They didn't treat me like this at the Police Academy,' she muttered lamely.
'No, they simply booted you out for poor coursework and for sleeping with your examiner,' Carly said.
Damn, so she knew about that. 'He was very attractive,' Cheryl said coyly. 'You know how it is.'
Carly shook her short-haired and slightly masculine looking head. 'I like girls.'
Cheryl gulped then gulped again as Carly patted her dungaree-clad knees. 'You've ignored my instructions and made the agency look silly in front of the television crew, behaviour which merits a bare bottom spanking. Knickers down.'
Was the woman mad? Cheryl tried one of her trademark winks but the brunette again indicated her lap.
'You can't,' she gasped, 'it's not legal.'
'And is shagging your examiner legal? Going down on the Human Resources manager? You were so sexually active in the Police Academy that they were ready to call in Vice.'
'I'm pretty. Men like me,' Cheryl pouted.
'And I'd like you to take your punishment like a woman and stop acting like a child.'
'But a bare...' Cheryl couldn't even bring herself to finish the sentence, 'you mean you'll take my hotpants down?'
'Oh, you're a big girl - you can do that yourself,' her employer said.
'And if I don't?' Cheryl put her hands on her slender hips.
'Then you lasted one hour at your new job, prior to which you were booted out of the Police Academy. It's not looking good for you, is it, sweetheart?'
It was looking tragic. Cheryl felt her lower lip tremble. 'But if you sack me I'll never find another post!'
'Exactly. You'll probably have to exchange these designer hotpants for food stamps,' her implacable employer said.
Cheryl stared miserably at the woman then tried to look on the bright side of life. Carly liked girls - so she might easily fall in love with Cheryl when she saw her silken little bottom. She might not be able to bring herself to spank it at all.
'Hotpants coming down!' she said in an upbeat voice. Carly stared. Cheryl looked away, gazing at the plush blue carpet as she unbuttoned the shoulder straps of her new outfit before pulling it free of her breasts. She stepped out of the pink silk to reveal a waist-skimming black top and black bikini panties tied at the side with a black satin strap.
'Knickers down,' Carly continued in a matter of fact voice.
Forcing back an unaccustomed grimace-for she normally smiled twenty-three hours out of every day - Cheryl untied her bikini pants and let them fall to the floor.
'Now get that sorry ass over here,' the forty-something said.
The blonde girl hesitated then slowly approached her employer. With her heavy arms and thickened legs, Carly resembled a strongly-built man, but would she be so easy to win over as the opposite sex?
'Be gentle with my bottom,' she whispered, hoping to excite the woman or win her pity.
'I intend to tan it within an inch of its life,' Carly said.
Cheryl noticed a slight musky scent as she clambered over the woman's dungareed lap. She hoped that her own perfume, Charlie, hid any trace of nervous perspiration. She wriggled over the woman's thighs, trying to get comfortable, her legs stretched out behind her on the carpet, hands flat on the floor.
'I'll spank you hard for at least five minutes,' Carly said, 'and then we'll have a little discussion about your wardrobe, during which I'll spank at a more measured pace.'
'Yes, Miss,' Cheryl whispered, suddenly reminded of a feared and detested gym mistress. The mistress had taken off her plimsoll and... She fought back the memory of how much that particular school punishment had hurt. Surely a hand spanking couldn't be so tortuous? Surely a young woman's posterior couldn't hurt as much as a teenage bum?
The first few spanks made her reappraise the situation. God, that woman could slap! Her heavy palm crashed into Cheryl's disarmed cheeks, awakening the sentient tissues. Her hand ricocheted again and again over the centre of the girl's naked buttocks, turning them from cool orbs to heated coals. Though Cheryl couldn't see what was happening she could tell that they were turning from cream to pink and then to fiery red.
'Sorry,' she gasped.
'You will be,' Carly said, spanking and spanking.
'Won't wear the hotpants again.'
'Oh, but you will - I'll enjoy seeing them digging into your equally hot little arse for the rest of the day,' Carly explained. She spanked and spanked. 'I want the television crew to take us seriously so that their documentary will bring in lots of work.'
'I understand now,' Cheryl gasped. Carly stopped spanking and Cheryl added, 'I just wanted to look good in front of the cameras.'
'Concentrate on being professional and forget about what you look like,' Carly said.
'I thought maybe you'd hired a blonde to appeal to the TV viewers,' Cheryl murmured, wishing that the older woman wasn't staring down at her glowing contours.
'No, the other two girls I hired are both brunettes,' Carly said.
Cheryl shot a nervous look towards the door. 'Are they starting today or...?'
She sensed
that Carly had shaken her head. 'No, tomorrow. Jaclyn already had a spa appointment booked for today and Kate needed to buy a few new pantsuits for work. Needless to say, I've told her to choose grey, brown, black and beige.'
'Jaclyn and Kate? Oh, they were thrown out of the Police Academy at the same time as me,' Cheryl said, cheering up markedly.
'I know. They were all I could get,' Carly said. She hoisted Cheryl higher on her lap. 'Still, I'm going to lick you all into shape so that we make a first class documentary and put Carly's Angels on the map.'
'What happened to your previous Angels?' Cheryl whispered.
'I licked them into such good shape that they're all running their own agencies now,' Carly said.
She began to spank the unfortunate Cheryl again. The blonde girl groaned, noting how the new spanks reawakened the earlier ones. She squirmed across the dungareed lap and squealed, 'please, please, please.'
'Please what?'
'Please stop. I won't wear hotpants again.'
'Or mini skirts?' Carly said, spanking and spanking. 'Or tight pants? Or low cut blouses? Or tennis dresses or...?'
'Or anything unprofessional,' Cheryl half-sobbed. She sobbed in earnest as the woman delivered ten more hard spanks - then she quivered as the hand stopped smacking and began to stroke her rosy hemispheres.
'Stop wriggling about or you'll get double,' the implacable brunette warned. Using all her willpower, Cheryl lay motionless across the woman's lap as she was fondled and squeezed. 'Have you ever pleasured a woman?' Carly asked in a low, hoarse voice.
No, all the bosses at the Police Academy were men,' Cheryl replied brightly.
'Well, now your boss is female,' Carly continued, pushing the younger girl onto her knees and beginning to unbutton her own dungarees.
'You mean...?' Cheryl stared aghast at the shaved pubis which her employer was eagerly revealing. 'It's either that or face the camera crew.'
Cheryl thought swiftly - or as swiftly as a blonde babe could think. If she had to go into reception now, the crew would see her tearstained and very flushed face and would know by the way she walked that she'd just received a very hard spanking. She couldn't bear to see their knowing winks and grins.
'If I... please you, can I go into your private bathroom for a few minutes to clean myself up?' she asked breathlessly.
'Hell, you can have a shower if you like. I'll even soap your pussy and crack for you,' Carly said.
'Alone,' Cheryl clarified in an embarrassed whisper.
'You can have half an hour to yourself and I won't even dock your wages,' her employer replied. She pushed her stocky hips upwards. 'Now stop talking and start licking. I've an important case to solve.'
Inwardly Cheryl pulled a face (outward faces were always a bad idea as the wind could change and your expression would stay that way) then put her tongue to one side of the woman's clitoris. She began to lick lightly but rhythmically, gratified when the brunette gasped and groaned.
'Oh yes,' Carly muttered, 'oh yes, yes, yes.'
She was so wet that administering a hard spanking must have counted as foreplay, Cheryl realised. She grazed her small white teeth lightly across the woman's clit and was gratified when she wailed some more.
'Keep going you sluttish blonde bitch. Lick harder. Jesus, that's it. Tongue me faster, you little cunt teaser. Oh Christ, I'm going over the edge.'
She came then, crying out so gutturally that Cheryl feared the camera crew might hear her. She wondered what the men were doing out in reception with their automatic lenses.
At last Carly pushed her head away and leaned back in her chair, looking exhausted.
Cheryl wiped her boss's juices from her lips. 'I'll just freshen up in the executive washroom, Miss.'
'I'll go in after you,' Carly said sleepily, and closed her eyes.
By the time Cheryl had bathed her face - and her exceptionally sore bum - in cold water and reapplied her makeup she was feeling better, and half an hour later she went out to talk to the photographers.
'What were you doing in there?' one of them asked her.
'She was being debriefed,' Carly said from the doorway and, not understanding that the term had a double meaning, Cheryl blushed. 'She's about to start work on a case,' the brunette continued, handing the blonde girl a file. 'A wife has hired us to follow her husband as she believes he's having an affair.'
'Standard stuff,' the shorter of the two photojournalists said somewhat dismissively.
Not if you're the cuckolded wife who fears that her children may lose their daddy,' Carly said.
Cheryl opened her folder and looked at the photo of a man. 'Is that him?'
'No, that's Santa Claus,' Carly said with an exasperated sigh.
'Just how much experience do you have?' one of the camera men asked Cheryl, ogling her tanned thighs and cleavage.
'Trust me, she's very experienced,' Carly said with a satisfied smile.
The following morning, Cheryl was sitting in reception with her boss and the camera crew when Kate arrived. Cheryl bit her lip when she saw that her friend from the Academy was wearing a clingy white pantsuit.
'Kate - my office. Now,' Carly said. She stood up and reached into the umbrella stand, withdrawing a cardboard holder which was shaped suspiciously like a cane. Luckily the men were too busy ogling Kate's pert young bottom in its tight white trousers to pay much attention to what Carly did.
Cheryl took a deep breath, aware that yesterday's sleuthing hadn't gone well and that she must stay in her boss's good books.
'Carly, can I help you tie her up?' she whispered in her employer's ear.
Carly hesitated then nodded and whispered back. 'Good idea. Most bitches really get a wriggle on when I thrash them with the cane.'
'I saw her spanked at a sorority party,' Cheryl continued, 'and she squealed like a little piglet from first slap till last.'
'Oh, a girl does more than squeal when she gets the cane,' Carly confirmed as they entered her inner sanctum and she locked the door. 'She cries like a baby and promises the whipper anything.' She turned to Kate. 'What did I tell you about appropriate dress?'
'What? This old thing?' Kate started huskily.
Cheryl shook her head. 'Kate, I wore hotpants yesterday and...' She pulled down her grey linen slacks to show the faint bruises on her curvy bum. 'Carly punished me mercilessly for it. The option was getting the sack.'
'Not the sack,' Kate said, looking horrified. 'I've just put down a deposit on a designer sequinned trouser suit and a...'
'Spare me your life story. Just get your gear off and take hold of the whipping frame,' Carly said. She pointed to the far wall and for the first time Cheryl noticed a latticed metal frame which resembled an art deco feature. Looking more closely, she could see that a girl's wrists and ankles could be bound to the metal so that she was firmly held in place. She glanced back at her boss and saw the older woman sliding a cane from the cardboard holder. 'Kiss the rattan and beg forgiveness,' the woman said, holding the yellow punisher out to Kate.
The brunette hesitated then pressed her lipsticked lips to the ungiving wood.
'Pants and knickers down,' Carly ordered. 'In fact, make my day by stripping completely. I like to see a girl's breasts jiggle as she jerks.'
'But you can't...'
'She can,' Cheryl said. 'Just get it over with.'
'Surely we have employment rights?'
'The right to leave today without a reference. It's the Police Academy all over again.' Cheryl took Kate's hands in hers. 'Honey, just let her do it then we can get on with earning a wage, buy new clothes.'
Blushing hotly, Kate took off her white canvas shoes, white pants, white top, white lacy bra and matching knickers. Last but not least, she kicked off her pristine white ankle socks.
'Bind her in place, Cheryl.'
Equally embarrassed, Cheryl did as she was bid. She felt guilty at tying her friend so tightly, but was even more glad that it wasn't her own arse facing the cane.
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sp; Both women stood back to contemplate the naked brunette. Her arms were stretched high above her head, her legs bound with equal precision to the metal frame so that she could only flinch a little. Her backside looked incredibly vulnerable as it waited for its punishment.
'I've never been caned before,' Kate said in her husky little-girl voice.
'Trust me, you'll never forget it, sweetheart,' Carly answered. She picked up the cane and teased it several times over the girl's helpless bottom. Only when the brunette was whimpering with terrified anticipation did she lash the rod across her waiting globes.
Kate cried out and moved her naked arse the little she could. Cheryl winced in sympathy. She sat down on the nearest chair, aware that Kate's punishment would probably last a very long time. Carly raised the cane and lined it up with the centre of the girl's hindquarters. This lash fell slightly lower than the other, making the young woman howl again.
'Squeal all you like. I tan an arse until it's red. That's my trademark,' Carly murmured. She aimed the cane at the especially tender crease where buttock meets thigh.
'Forgive me. I'll buy a safari suit!' Kate gasped tremulously, puckering her hot cheeks and pressing her soft tummy into the metal frame. She wriggled so hard that her bonds began to loosen slightly and Carly ordered Cheryl to tighten them.
'How did you bear it?' Kate whispered tearfully as Cheryl pulled the cords more firmly. Belatedly the blonde girl realised that Kate thought she'd been caned yesterday rather than just being spanked.
'I pleased her with my tongue and she went easy on me,' she admitted.
'Please Miss, let me give you pleasure,' Kate begged.
'Oh sweetheart, I get most pleasure from warming your backside and making you squeal like a little piglet,' Carly said. She lined up the cane with the girl's sore globes, lashing every centimetre of the taut flesh. Cheryl watched as her friend's bare bottom changed from pink to blush-red to a painful crimson. Only when Kate was sobbing loudly did the caning stop.