by Sarah Veitch
'Shall I untie her?' Cheryl whispered.
'No, leave her there for a good ten minutes to think about her bad behaviour. You have to admit that it's a pretty picture,' Carly said.
Cheryl didn't like to hear another girl cry - but she privately acknowledged that Kate's naked body was very attractive. Her slender shoulders heaved as she whimpered and her hapless bottom twitched and trembled, doubtless still trying to shake off the hellish bite of the cane.
'But wasn't it a harsh punishment for just wearing the wrong outfit?' Cheryl asked doubtfully.
'She deliberately disobeyed me and thought of herself rather than the agency. It shows a lack of respect for my orders. She's supposed to train as a private investigator, not a silly fashion model,' Carly said.
'Let me please you, Miss,' Kate whispered desperately from the metal frame.
Carly began to unbutton her own grandad shirt. 'Alright, untie her Cheryl,' she said.
Cheryl unbound the new private investigator and helped her across the room. She noted that Carly had already removed all of her own clothes.
'Do you want her to lick you, boss?' Cheryl murmured.
'No, I want her to suckle on my left tit,' Carly said.
Kate flushed a whole new shade of red, but obediently sank to her knees, her scarlet flanks still quivering.
'Cheryl, you can suckle on my right tit,' Carly said.
'But I've been a good girl. I'm wearing grey,' the blonde girl mumbled.
'I appreciate that - but you still left your surveillance post yesterday to buy a diet coke, during which the man you were supposed to be watching left the premises.'
'I was thirsty, Miss,' Cheryl explained.
'And if you'd packed up the kit bag as instructed, you'd have had a flask and bottled water with you.'
'The bag didn't match my outfit,' Cheryl said mutinously, then added, 'I mean, I just forgot.'
'Sucking me to orgasm will act as a shameful reminder, then, won't it?' the brunette said. Argued out, Cheryl sank to her knees next to the suckling Kate and took her boss's available nipple in her mouth. She lightly sucked and tongued it until Carly groaned and added, 'You can both stroke a labial lip.'
Cheryl was so eager to obey that her hand crashed into Kate's. She tried to giggle but her mouth was full of hot pink nipple. After a moment the girls got their hands and tongues sorted out and were able to bring their boss to a very loud climax which the camera crew must have heard.
The trio rested, showered and walked out into reception, just as Jaclyn breezed in the door. To the others chagrin she was sensibly dressed in a loose beige pantsuit.
'I've solved Cheryl's case for you,' she said brightly, taking a camera from her kit bag and waving it in the direction of Carly and the photographers. 'He visited his Mistress on his way to work and I've snapped the proof.'
'Well done Jaclyn,' Carly said. 'Angels, I have a new case for you. An administrator has gone missing from the local hospital - and so has their funds.'
'Can we film the girls in action?' one of the photojournalists asked. 'I mean, so far we've just concentrated on the administrative side of Carly's Angels.'
'Of course you can. I suggest you follow Jaclyn as she's my star pupil,' Carly said.
After Jaclyn and the crew had gone, Carly turned to Kate and Cheryl. 'Angels, a man's been found dead in suspicious circumstances in a Chinese restaurant, so get yourselves down to The Duck And Chopstick and investigate.'
After a miserable morning at the restaurant (for the steam from the kitchen played havoc with their hair) both private investigators decided to break for lunch.
'Why don't we go to the airport and see Jaclyn?' Kate suggested. 'She's staking out the car park in case that hospital administrator tries to board a plane.'
'I'd like to do more than see her,' Cheryl muttered mutinously. 'I mean, she made me look stupid when she solved my case.'
'And she showed us both up by wearing that kiss-ass outfit on her first day,' Kate remembered, rubbing her still-bruised bum.
'Angels, would you like lunch on the house before you leave?' the restaurant owner asked. 'We have sweet and sour pork and vegetable fried rice and...'
'Just beansprouts for me,' Cheryl and Kate said in unison.
After their low calorie repast the girls drove to the airport in their Angelmobile and found Jaclyn's company car. The camera crew was parked behind it and both men had their cameras at the open windows, ready for any action. Jaclyn waved as the girls approached, then winced.
'Hi, I'm glad that you're here. My bladder's full and it's an hour till Carly takes over. If you two will cover the surveillance for me, I'll just nip to the Ladies now.' She handed them two photos of the suspect, explaining, 'He may have disguised his appearance but he walks with a noticeable limp and with his right foot turned in.'
'We can't,' Kate said huskily. 'We're here on an assignment of our own.' She went into her kit bag. 'But I read that if you drink a huge amount your bladder goes numb and you don't need to go anymore. Here, take my water and the coffee from my hip flask.'
Jaclyn drank them down gratefully then looked surprised. 'It still isn't working.'
'Take mine as well,' Cheryl said generously.
Jaclyn gulped the contents and began to squirm in her seat.
'We have to go,' Kate said. 'Don't want to upset Carly.'
She and Cheryl walked back to their vehicle, unsurprised when Jaclyn left hers and made a desperate dash for the loo. The two girls were laughing so much that they didn't see a small man limping towards the entrance, carrying a bulging briefcase. But the camera crew did...
Back at the office, Jaclyn wept as she was tied, face outwards, to the metal frame.
'I just had to urinate,' she sobbed.
'I gave you a urine container for the car,' Carly said. 'I know, but as the camera crew were parked behind me and watching my every move...'
'You could have asked them to give you a moment's privacy,' Carly cut in.
'I will next time,' a naked Jaclyn promised ardently, wondering what her boss planned to do with her. She'd only just found out that the other Angels had experienced Carly's hard hand and cruel cane.
'Well, you still have to be taught a lesson,' her employer explained. She held a pint glass of water to Jaclyn's lips until she'd sipped half of it. 'Good girl. I'll be back in ten minutes to give you some more.'
Soon, her bladder heavy and extended once more, Jaclyn was squirming on the rack.
'Do you need to go, love?' Carly asked sympathetically.
'Yes please, Miss. I can't hold it in much longer.'
The brunette smiled and pulled a commode under the girl's spread legs. 'Just let it out.'
'You mean, tied up? Whilst you watch? I can't...'
'Give it another ten minutes and you'll find that you can,' Carly said.
She was going to have to do this. Hugely shamed, Jaclyn closed her eyes and eventually managed to open her bladder. Once the floodgates had started it seemed that they were never going to stop. She sensed that the older woman was staring at her shaven pussy, then examining her blushing face.
When it was all over, Carly untied her and lay, face down, on the settee, pulling down her black linen trousers. 'Sweetheart, tongue my bum hole. It always makes me come.'
Half an hour later, a smiling Carly and a chastened Jaclyn - who smelt of mouthwash - joined the other Angels and the camera crew in reception.
One of the photojournalists pointed his camera at Carly. 'So, can you recover from today's debacle? How will you track down your hospital suspect now?'
'No problem,' Carly said smoothly, 'I'm following him out to Jersey first thing tomorrow.'
'Lucky for you he didn't take a plane to Florida,' one of the crew said.
'Indeed,' Carly replied in a measured tone, 'but it's a one-off mistake, as my Angels always learn from their errors. Isn't that right girls?'
'Yes Carly,' all three of the girls chorused fervently.
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h journalists smiled at the girls then the younger one grimaced and put his hands in his pockets. 'We have some footage of your suspect that may prove helpful,' the older journalist said and showed them his developed film.
Carly stared as the footage showed Cheryl and Kate giving Jaclyn their water bottles and their flasks as she looked increasingly uncomfortable.
'We'll just have a private confab about the suspect,' Carly said to the camera crew. She turned to the three girls. 'Angels - my office. Now.'
Both Cheryl and Kate rubbed nervously at their bottoms as they followed her into the inner sanctum. Only Jaclyn looked nonplussed.
'Jaclyn, why did you drink so much liquid after you already needed the loo?' her employer asked.
Jaclyn smiled dopily. 'Mm? Oh, the others told me that it would numb my bladder.'
'Right, bend over the desk and take a thrashing for sheer stupidity,' Carly said. She stared at the others. 'And you two are getting thrashed for tricking a colleague. God knows what that camera crew makes of us all.'
'Well, they said my hair was beautiful,' Cheryl murmured, finger-combing her blonde tresses.
'And they said I had the sexiest voice they'd ever heard,' Kate replied.
'Desk. Over.' Carly ordered. 'All three of you strip to the waist and stretch your arms and legs out,' she explained.
'But...' all three girls said.
'Sore butts or food stamps. Exactly right,' their employer emphasised.
The Angels looked nervously at each other then all three of them obeyed. Whistling, Carly fastened heavy spreader bars to their arms and legs, firmly holding them in situ. This ensured that their bare bottoms made three tempting targets and the bonds meant that they could only flinch slightly away.
For a few moments, Carly surveyed the three girlish bottoms that were quivering in front of her then she fetched a rosewood paddle and put it to very good use.
Each of the bare bottoms, she soon found, had its own individual character. Kate's puckered up whilst waiting for the thrashing, then flattened out when the paddle struck it. Cheryl's, on the other hand, remained relatively still until the blow hit home. Thereafter she shook her hindquarters from side to side, like an unbroken horse trying to dislodge its rider. It was a good minute before her anguished cheeks began to calm down. Beating Jaclyn was even more fun as her bottom took on a life of its own, trembling and flinching as it anticipated each heavy stroke, then writhing wildly when the paddling began.
All three bottoms coloured at a different rate. Cheryl's reddened first and Jaclyn's crimsoned second. Kate, the only brunette, had slightly darker skin which took longer to show the full impact of the punishment.
Each of the girls also had her very own soundtrack. Kate groaned low in her throat, whilst Cheryl said, 'Please, please, please' as if it were the only word in her vocabulary. In contrast, Jaclyn made a high pitched squeal whenever the paddle crashed into her helpless orbs.
'No more,' Kate pleaded huskily when her bottom was a fiery red.
'Oh, I think a few more,' Carly said. 'After all, you were deliberately wilful.'
'Really, I can't take it,' Kate begged.
'Shall -I bring in the camera crew to hear your abject apology - or would you rather I beat you again and let you apologise to me privately?' the butch woman prompted.
Kate groaned then whispered, 'Please beat me again, Miss,' her cowed bottom telling a very different tale.
'What about you, Cheryl?'
'Please thrash my bare bottom,' Cheryl said brokenly. 'Jaclyn?'
'I deserve another paddling even though I can hardly bear it,' the third Angel forced out.
'Good girls. It's so much fun having three bottoms squirming and reddening at my behest,' Carly said. She raised the paddle again. 'Say "Please beat me harder, Miss" each time the paddle strikes you. If you sound sufficiently sorry, I'll give you a less lengthy punishment.' She smiled as she applied the paddle smartly to all three arses, enjoying their squeals and subsequent entreaties. Only when all six nether cheeks were as red as apples did she throw down her paddle and contemplate her handiwork. The hot sore bottoms twitching before her were so arousing that she stood over them, stripped to the waist and fingered herself to orgasm, coming fast and hard.
Receiving such firm training, all three Angels became very good investigators and eventually went off to run their own agencies. (Cheryl, who'd never been much good at spelling, called hers Cheryl's Angles). Carly asked them to stay in touch and began recruiting again.
On her third day of interviewing, she smiled lasciviously as a pretty girl in tight blue jeans turned up.
'What's your name? And are you experienced?'
'Cameron,' the blonde girl said sweetly, 'and I was kicked out of the Police Academy when my instructor... got too fond of me. But I really need to pay my rent, Miss, and I'll do anything if you just give me a chance.'
'Anything?' the heavy brunette echoed.
The curvy girl nodded. 'I've got quite a few debts. I'm really desperate. I know that my references aren't good - but I'm keen to learn.'
Carly smiled as she contemplated the girl's full, pouting lips and submissive demeanour. 'Cameron, I think you and my other two new Angels are going to be perfect together.' She looked at the girl's shoulderless top and frayed micro shorts, knowing that she'd find it difficult to dress conservatively. 'You're aware we have a strict dress code?' Contemplating the many errors that this silly girl was bound to make, she played tellingly with the long, thick wooden ruler on her desk.
A Long Lasting Tan
Tenerife had it all - and she relished it. Fay smiled to herself as she entered her new office in one of the island's most opulent hotels. She was on probation here as a holiday representative, could remain one and ultimately gain promotion if she did well. Lots of new reps didn't make the grade, of course - many of them had been ignominiously shipped back to England. Most had fallen foul of Trek Travel's rigorous inspectorate.
Three weeks into Fay's probation that very same inspectorate arrived, unannounced, at her office. The male half of the duo made the introductions though Fay knew exactly who he was.
'Miss Lors? I'm Richard Keat, Quality Control Director of Trek Travel - and this is my wife Rebecca, the company's new PA.'
'Pleased to meet you both!' Fay stammered, dropping the crossword she'd been completing. Afternoons here tended to be quiet so she'd gotten into the habit of taking an unofficial break. She smiled then widened her large brown eyes - the result of a Portuguese mother and a British father - but the Keats were looking at her in an entirely businesslike and unfriendly way.
'Talk us through your work,' Mrs Keat said. She was dressed in a black Armani suit. Her short dark hair was equally well cared for. Fay nervously brushed a crumb of almond paste from her own uniform's sleeve.
'Well, today I checked that the airport bus had arrived on time. I gave the introductory welcome. Oh and I handed out brochures of the tours available and pointed out what each trip involved.'
'And did you explain that all bus timetables are approximate?' Richard Keat queried.
Fay nodded proudly just as a couple in their late teens rushed into the room.
'They told us just to collect our T-shirt!' gasped the boy looking dazedly at Fay and then at the inspectorate. Mr Keat looked tellingly at Fay then fingered the mercilessly hard ruler on her desk.
'They went on and on,' wept the girl, 'I was light headed with lack of food and water but all that they would give us was red wine. In the end we signed up just to get away!'
'Do I take it you've been the victims of time share touts?' Richard Keat said. He said a lot more - both on the phone to the timeshare company and to the couple to placate them. His face was set in stem lines when they eventually left. 'Miss Lors - you didn't warn your party about the timeshare touts, did you?' he asked wearily.
'I... Oh God, I forgot, sir,' Fay whispered, miserably shaking her head.
'Just like we'll forget to recommend you if a better reso
rt comes up,' Rebecca Keat added lightly. She looked hopefully at her husband's large hands. 'Unless...?'
'Unless?' Fay whispered. She had a horrible feeling that she knew just what was coming. Two of the girls had said Richard Keat had taught in an overseas boarding school and that he believed in the hard-hearted use of the hand, strap and cane.
'Unless you accept a bloody good spanking to help shape up your thinking,' Richard said.
For an educated man he used an awful lot of cliches. Fay didn't dare voice the thought out loud.
'He's joking, right?' she muttered, turning red-facedly to Mrs Keat and waiting for her to say that it was some kind of prank played on new representatives.
'I've seen him redden the arses of much bigger girls than you,' his grandiose spouse said. Her eyes gleamed as if she were picturing some previous chastisement. Fay blushed some more and looked away. The silence between the three of them lengthened as she pictured her shameful punishment. Outside she could hear adult laughter as families splashed and swam in the pool.
'You can't seriously expect me to...' she mumbled.
Richard Keat shrugged. 'It's entirely up to you. I mean, if you're happy to be moved to a resort in Outer Mongolia?'
He had the power to recommend that she be moved to just such a backwater. Fay hesitated, then decided to accept her punishment.
'Alright, then, just do it,' she muttered knowing that she wanted to keep working in this sunlit hotel with its extensive gym and classy cocktail bars.
Richard Keat immediately sat down on the office's long settee. 'Come on then sweetheart - it's time to put your naughty bum over my knee.'
'Isn't she leaving?' Fay mumbled, indicating the gloating Mrs Keat.
'No, I like to see a girl's cheeks take a roasting,' the surprisingly-coarse Personal Assistant said.
'And every moment that you keep me waiting earns you a hotter half hour,' her husband added.
Fay shuddered at his words and at his cold gaze then reluctantly draped her blue-uniformed body over his lap. She buried her face in the settee cover as he edged up her official Trek Travel royal blue skirt. She felt him fold it up her back and do the same with her underskirt before stroking her already-writhing posterior through her lilac panties for a squirmingly long time.