her feet, clutch the bed frame and yelp into the mattress, as her bottom received stripe after stripe. The air around me smoked and snapped with the sounds and scents of punishment and arousal; the shocking crack of the strap urged my fingers on to the completion of the quest.
Mara earned herself two extra strokes by jumping up straight and rubbing her bottom furiously, and, by the time the twenty-second was applied and counted, I had found my moment of sweet release, biting my lip as she doubled over on the floor, intent on allowing no sound to betray me.
I shuffled back to my knees for a final glimpse of Mara’s crimson bum with its pattern of long rectangles. The girl was panting and mewling, still bent over, while bossman was issuing some words of wisdom or other which went over my head, so transfixed was I by the obvious changes that had been wrought to Mara’s cunt. Now it was deeper in colour, swollen and glistening slightly with what must surely be her female juices. It certainly seemed that Mara had taken some pleasure from the pain. It wasn’t my bag – I used to think it was some myth made up to suit the purpose of cruelly inclined men. But I had seen enough juicy little pain sluts over the years, and here was Mara, almost dripping …
I watched the errant secretary slowly uncurl her spine and stand, head bowed and bum burning, before her master.
He bent and whispered something into her ear. She grimaced and turned towards me and – oh, shit! – she was coming straight towards the door.
I didn’t have time to stand straight, still less back away, before the handle turned. It was unlocked. I hadn’t thought it would be unlocked. In my haste to scramble out of view, somewhere, anywhere, I fell backwards.
When the door opened, my fingers were still struggling to escape my knickers and my skirt was hiked around my waist.
Mara’s hands flew to her mouth and she aimed a desperate look at her boss. So did I.
What the hell was going to happen now?
I retrieved my juice-stained fingers and tried to stand, blabbing out incoherent apologies. At least, they might have been apologies, or I might have just repeated ‘Oh, God’over and over.
The boss, surprisingly unruffled, simply folded his arms and watched me. ‘What have we here?’ he said. Then he crooked a finger.
‘Please don’t report me,’ I whispered, finally managing to arrange my legs and my skirt so as to allow me to get up.
He shook his head and shushed me.
I walked past the curious Mara and presented myself to the boss. I couldn’t look at him, focusing instead on my fingers, which gripped each other so tightly they whitened around the knuckles.
‘Who are you?’
‘A chambermaid. Sir.’
‘No, I mean what’s your name?’
‘Kim, Sir.’
‘And what were you doing, crouched down there by the door?’
‘I was … polishing the handle, Sir.’
Even as I said the words, I knew lying was a bad idea, but I felt I had to make the token gesture, or he’d think I was some kind of pushover.
‘Polishing the handle? Look at me.’
I twisted my neck to the side, but he repeated the instruction and I lifted my eyes with much reluctance to his.
‘Do you often polish things with your hands down your knickers, Kim?’
I could do nothing but shrug.
‘You were watching us, weren’t you?’
‘I couldn’t help but notice …’
‘No, I’m sure,’ he said dryly. ‘And what did you notice?’
‘You spanked her. Your secretary. And you used a belt. Strap. Thing.’
‘That’s right. So you saw everything, from start to finish?’
I nodded.
At this point, he looked away from me, towards Mara. ‘I thought I sent you to fetch something, didn’t I?’
Her mouth fell open and I thought she was going to protest, but she decided against it and headed into the other bedroom, her red bottom swaying from side to side.
‘And what did you think of what you saw?’ He spoke to me again, his voice lower this time.
‘It was very interesting, Sir. I’m so sorry!’ I burst out again.
‘Don’t apologise. Clearly, you found it quite stimulating. Didn’t you?’
‘Yes, Sir.’
‘Did you come?’
I sucked in a quick breath. What a question.
‘Yes,’ I whispered.
‘I see. So you like spanking?’
‘Not really. It wasn’t that, so much as … watching her getting spanked. She’s very pretty, Sir.’
‘You like her?’
I nodded again.
‘You’re gay?’
‘Yes.’
‘Well, this is interesting.’
He was silent for a moment, his hand at his chin.
‘Are you going to report me?’
‘No. No, I don’t think so.’
‘Oh, thank you,’ I blurted. ‘Thank you so much. And I really am sorry …’
‘I haven’t finished yet. Listen. You like Mara. How would you like to help me complete her punishment?’
I looked wildly back into the other bedroom. Mara was on the threshold, holding something in her hands. I couldn’t quite make out what it was.
‘Oh … is that … I mean, would that be OK?’
Her blushing face was bowed. She still wore a silky blouse on her top half, while her bottom half consisted only of stockings, suspenders and lowered knickers. Her little pink triangle was shaved bare, her pussy lips peeking out at me.
‘Mara,’ said the boss. ‘Kim here would like to join us. I trust you will be a good girl for her. Won’t you?’
‘Yes, Sir,’ she said.
‘If she wants to,’ I said, turning to the boss, suddenly firm. ‘Only if she wants to.’
‘She wants to,’ he said.
‘I need to hear it from her.’
‘Fair
