Domination Inc. Page 3

  ‘“I shan’t. You can’t make me,” Geraldine replied.

  ‘“Oh, yes I can,” Amanda said. “And if you won’t do it, I’ll get two of the girls to hold you in place.”

  ‘That threat was enough. Geraldine let the hem of her nightie drop and bent over so that her hands were on her knees. Her stance didn’t please Amanda, who used her feet to nudge Geraldine’s ankles until her legs were about a foot apart. Then she raised Geraldine’s nightie again, folding it back and letting it rest in the middle of her back, so that her bottom was on show once more, along, this time, with her pussy. Of course, I’d never seen that part of another girl’s anatomy before, and I wanted to get closer and study the fleshy, hair-fringed lips, and the little hole between them.

  ‘Amanda positioned herself behind Geraldine and drew her hand back. There was a moment’s silence, and then she brought the cane down across Geraldine’s buttocks. She couldn’t really have hit her that hard, but Geraldine squealed as though she’d been shot and her hands flew round to clutch her smarting bum.

  ‘“Take your hands away,” Amanda snapped. “There are five more to come, and I expect you to take them without flinching.”

  ‘That was an impossible task, of course. When the second blow followed the first Geraldine yelped again, but she kept her hands where they were. The rest of us looked on in appalled fascination: there was already one line across her bum, red and raised against her pale skin, and now it had been joined by a second, running parallel to the first. To be fair to Amanda, she didn’t draw out the punishment as much as she might have done, although it was obvious that she was getting a strange kind of enjoyment from what she was doing, The remaining four strokes were delivered fairly rapidly, Amanda leaving just enough time for Geraldine to recover from each one before renewing the assault. By the time she’d finished Geraldine was sobbing openly, and her bottom was well and truly striped. What seemed more intriguing to me, however, was that the lips of her sex seemed shinier and more open than they had been when her punishment started.

  ‘I can’t begin to describe the different emotions that were churning inside me at that moment. I was horrified that Amanda had treated my friend in this way, but I was also excited, and the tingly feelings had started between my legs again, sharper and more insistent than they had ever been. But the really strange thing was that I wasn’t so much identifying with Geraldine and her poor bottom, but with Amanda. I wanted to know how it would feel to wield that amount of power, to have another girl cringing in fear and anticipation of what I was about to do to her. I wanted to be the one who dished out punishment, not the one who took it.’

  ‘Told you,’ Cindy muttered triumphantly.

  ‘So what happened next?’ Christian asked, still wrapped up in Elisha’s story.

  ‘Amanda told Geraldine to stand up and straighten her nightie. She said she’d make a note in the punishment book that Geraldine had been caught talking after lights out, and had been given six lines as a result – well, it was partly the truth. I don’t know whether Sister Mary ever realised what had happened, though I suspect she probably did. After Amanda had left the dormitory and the lights had gone out once more, I suggested that Geraldine should get into bed with me. I had a tube of hand cream and I used it to rub into the weals on her bottom. Well, at first I did. But soon my hands were moving down lower, until I was touching her between her legs. She didn’t try to stop me, but instead she pushed my legs apart gently and began to touch me in return. We explored each other for ages; it felt marvellous as we rubbed away. Geraldine showed me the special spot which she said was guaranteed to make you feel like you were in heaven, and when she touched it, I came for the first time in my life.’

  Elisha smiled wickedly. ‘It was all downhill from there, I’m afraid. I got into the habit of playing with myself after lights out, and within six weeks I’d lost my virginity to Tom in one of the greenhouses he looked after. Within ten weeks I’d been caught with him, and expelled, and that was the end of my education. It hacked my parents off no end: I think they had visions that I might go into teaching. If they knew how much more money you could earn just pretending to be a strict headmistress, I think they’d have a fit.’

  ‘So that’s what you fancy doing, is it, playing the strict headmistress?’ Laurel asked. ‘It’s just it would be useful for me to know if anyone feels they’re suited to any particular rôle.’

  Elisha shrugged. ‘I’m really not sure. I think I could be the dominant head girl, just like Amanda at St Agatha’s.’

  ‘Well, why don’t you give it a try?’ Laurel said. ‘Think of it as an audition piece. You be the head girl, and Cindy can be the naughty one who’s been caught playing with herself.’ She glanced over at Christian, cast around for inspiration and found it. ‘Chris, you’re the headmaster. Join in when you feel it’s appropriate.’

  Cindy and Elisha looked at each other, a little embarrassed, then Cindy sprang to her feet and grabbed her long black coat from where it was hanging on the back of the office door. She perched on the edge of the chair and pulled the coat up to her chin, using it as an impromptu bedsheet. That was the cue Elisha needed. She went and stood over Cindy, catching hold of the coat and twitching it out of Cindy’s grasp.

  ‘It’s no good hiding,’ she said, her voice soft and authoritative. ‘I know exactly what you were doing, you wicked little slut. Stand up.’

  Meekly, Cindy did as she was told, head bowed, her attitude exactly that of a guilty schoolgirl.

  Elisha glared at her, hands on her hips. ‘You’re a disgrace to the house, Beresford,’ she said. ‘It’s not enough that you’ve earned demerit points for sloppy schoolwork and for being late for lessons three times this month. Now I catch you with your fingers in your minge. And don’t deny it. Everyone knows what a lazy, wanton little bitch you are.’

  ‘I’m sorry, Elisha,’ Cindy replied quietly.

  ‘Sorry isn’t good enough,’ Elisha said. ‘I can’t ignore your behaviour any longer. I should really report you to the Head, let him sort you out with that long, whippy cane of his. But I’d much rather punish you myself.’

  ‘Please, you can’t...’

  ‘Oh, yes, I can.’ Elisha positioned herself on the chair Cindy had vacated, and tapped her lap. ‘Over my knee, Beresford, or it’ll be the worse for you.’

  As Laurel and Christian watched, Cindy clambered into place. Laurel watched the tableau that was unfolding before her with a mixture of satisfaction and a strange, unnerving arousal. The two girls were acting their parts so well that she didn’t really need Elisha to deliver a spanking in order to convince her she had one potential dominatrix and a confirmed submissive on her books. And yet she couldn’t bring herself to ask them to stop. She told herself it was because Christian hadn’t yet had a chance to join in the scenario, but part of her longed to see just what would happen when Elisha brought her hand down on Cindy’s jeans-covered backside.

  ‘Six for the demerit marks, and six for your slutty behaviour,’ Elisha announced. ‘I think even you can take a dozen.’

  Cindy said nothing, waiting passively for Elisha to begin the punishment. She was not prepared for what happened next, as Elisha reached underneath her prone body to unbutton the fly of her jeans and push them down off her hips. Beneath them, Cindy was wearing a pair of virginal white cotton knickers which stretched tautly over her vulnerable-looking buttocks.

  ‘That’s better,’ Elisha said, and gave Cindy’s bottom a hard smack.

  ‘Hang on!’ Cindy exclaimed. ‘This is just play-acting, Leesh!’

  ‘Whatever gave you that impression?’ Elisha replied. ‘Now take the rest without complaining or you’ll be in the Head’s study for an appointment with his rod.’

  ‘Now that sounds more like it.’ Cindy giggled, pouncing on the double meaning in Elisha’s words. Her giggle changed abruptly to a squeal as Elisha smartly peppered her backside wit
h hard, stinging slaps.

  Though Cindy’s bottom was snugly covered by her white knickers, Laurel was certain that it would be starting to turn red, the marks of Elisha’s palm visibly imprinted on the flesh. She wanted to see those marks, but could not bring herself to issue the order for Elisha to bare Cindy’s backside. Her sex was heating rapidly, the lips swelling, making her black leggings feel uncomfortably tight. It was the same feeling she had experienced when Joe had been telling her the story about his ex-girlfriend goading him into spanking her. Like Elisha, she knew she was turned on by the sight of someone else being punished. Unlike her dominant employee, however, mentally she was placing herself firmly in the position of the one who was on the receiving end.

  Laurel shifted in her seat, crossing her legs to try to assuage the throbbing pressure between them, as Elisha ran her hand lovingly over Cindy’s cotton-covered backside.

  ‘That wasn’t so bad, was it?’ Elisha asked.

  Cindy shook her head, apparently unable to speak.

  Elisha twined her fingers in Cindy’s bottle-blonde hair, and pulled her head up gently. ‘I can’t hear you, Beresford. Aren’t you going to thank me?’

  ‘Thank you for giving me the punishment I deserved,’ Cindy said obediently.

  ‘Good girl,’ Elisha replied, and stroked Cindy’s bottom again. This time her hand found its way down into the cleft between Cindy’s cheeks, her long-taloned fingers pouching the girl’s sex. Cindy moaned appreciatively as Elisha gently rubbed her pussy through the gusset of her knickers. Her legs parted slightly, allowing Elisha easier access to her most private parts. Then, to Laurel’s surprise and excitement, Elisha tugged Cindy’s knickers down firmly. Cindy made no attempt to protest, or even to close her legs, and Laurel saw clearly that Cindy’s pubic hair was the same chemically-assisted blonde as that on her head.

  Christian took this moment as his cue to join in. He went to the office door and opened it a little way before slamming it shut hard, the sound designed to make both Elisha and Cindy look in his direction.

  ‘Girls, girls, what are you doing?’ he exclaimed, adopting a suitably pompous tone. ‘I will not tolerate such shameless, sinful behaviour in my school. You have been warned time and time again that the expression of Sapphic delight is strictly forbidden here.’

  Cindy sat bolt upright on Elisha’s knee, covering her vulva with her hands, but not before Laurel had been treated to a glimpse of her wet, open furrow.

  ‘Oh, please, Headmaster,’ Elisha began, suddenly contrite, ‘you won’t tell our parents, will you? We don’t want to be expelled.’

  ‘You realise the only alternative is six of the best for the pair of you, don’t you?’ Christian said.

  Cindy and Elisha glanced at each other, Elisha clearly discomfited by this turn of events. Her protests were waved away by Christian, who was roaming the room in search of a suitable implement of punishment. He at last alighted on a plant pot on the windowsill, which contained a weedy vine held up by a thin length of bamboo. He unfastened the plant from its supporting cane, which he brandished experimentally.

  ‘Just the thing,’ he announced. ‘Now, we’ll start with you, girl,’ he motioned to Elisha. ‘Bend over and touch your toes.’

  Casting a mutinous glare at Laurel, Elisha did as she was told. Christian positioned himself behind her and flipped up the skirt she was wearing to reveal a beautifully heart-shaped bottom, clad in opaque black tights with red lacy panties just visible beneath them. He flexed his cane, and then tapped Elisha on the bottom with it, measuring out the distance for his strike. The cane swished through the air and landed on its target, firmly enough to make Elisha’s buttocks smart, though there was no real venom in Christian’s stroke. In truth, this was little more than a token punishment, Elisha’s tights and panties protecting her from the real sting of the cane. The remaining five strokes were delivered in quick succession, Christian not even bothering to invoke the time-honoured ritual of asking Elisha to thank him after each one. Laurel sensed that the real performance was to come when Christian turned his attention to Cindy.

  Her suspicions seemed well-founded when Cindy was ordered to bend over without being allowed to pull up her knickers and jeans. Elisha stood and rubbed her bottom ruefully, though she seemed well aware that she had been spared any genuine discomfort, and her gaze seemed riveted to Cindy’s moist, aromatic sex as it was presented to the onlookers, tucked between her widely-parted legs like some ripe, exotic fruit.

  This time, when Christian measured out his swing and brought the cane down, there was no holding back. The cane landed with a satisfying thwack across Cindy’s buttocks, leaving a slim red weal in its wake. Her flesh already sensitised by the spanking it had received earlier, Cindy must have felt the stroke all the more keenly, but she said nothing. Stoically, she bit her lip and readied herself for the next one.

  Christian took the chastisement at his own pace, making Cindy wait for agonising moments before deciding to lay the cane on once more. Elisha’s punishment had been over within a minute, but Cindy’s lasted more than twice as long. By the time Christian came to deliver the last stroke there were five distinct, well-spaced tramlines across Cindy’s flesh, glowing an angry crimson. He had saved his fiercest blow until the end, and it was aimed squarely at the underhang of Cindy’s buttocks, where the flesh was unmarked and sweetly tender. She had remained silent throughout her ordeal, but this time she could not restrain herself from letting out a shriek of pain, and bringing her hands round to cradle her tormented bottom.

  Laurel could not help noticing that, despite the discomfort she was in, Cindy’s quim was juicier than it had been, and there were silvery trails of excitement trickling down the tops of her thighs. She was suddenly eager to cup Cindy’s sex-flesh in her palm and ease a finger into that greedy maw which had been opened by the punishment the girl had taken. She wanted Cindy to writhe beneath her ministrations as she stroked her plump little clitoris and frigged her tight, velvet channel, and then she wanted to feel Christian bring his cane down hard on her own naked backside for having dared to take such liberties with a member of her own staff...

  She started guiltily at a knock on the office door. ‘Anyone home?’ a voice called, and she realised it was Joe.

  ‘Yes, come in!’ she replied.

  Joe walked in to see Cindy hastily buttoning the fly of her jeans, and Christian replacing the length of bamboo in its pot.

  ‘Everyone, this is Joe Gallagher, my new business partner,’ Laurel announced. ‘Joe, this is Elisha and Cindy and Christian, our first three full-time members of staff.’

  ‘Nice to meet you all,’ Joe said, shaking hands all round, ‘but I can’t help feeling that I’ve just missed something.’

  ‘Laurel here’s been putting us through our paces,’ Cindy replied, smiling at him wickedly. Her hands reached to unfasten her jeans once more, and she began to lower them. ‘She just doesn’t think I’ve quite got the hang of this submission lark yet, though, do you Laurel?’

  Laurel, knowing that this was far from the truth, but aware of the hunger in Cindy’s voice, nodded. ‘Why don’t you show her how you’d mete out a punishment, Joe? After all, we’re likely to be a little short-handed over the next couple of weeks, and you never know when you might have to deputise on an escort job.’

  She took the cane Christian had used so recently and handed it to Joe. And when you’ve shown what you can do to Cindy, why don’t you show me what you can do to me? she thought. Hurriedly, she excused herself and went to make more coffee. She had already decided that her own body was not for hire, at any price, and no matter how excited she became at the thought of being firmly chastised, it was a resolution she firmly intended to uphold.

  Chapter Three

  I need a man, Laurel thought, twisting a beer mat glumly between her fingers. It’s all very well planning to offer an escort service for women who like to be dominate
d, but it’s no good if the only men I can provide to dominate them are Joe and Christian. The pair of them will be worn out within a week.

  Given their performance in the office, Cindy and Elisha seemed more than capable of catering for those clients who wanted to explore their dominant or submissive tendencies with a woman, and both were eager to begin work as soon as possible. But Laurel didn’t feel she could re-launch the agency under its new identity until she had at least one more dedicated male escort on board.

  She finished the last mouthful of white wine and soda in her glass and toyed with the idea of ordering another one. There was nothing to go home to, and the prospect of sitting in front of some tedious game show with a Chinese takeaway was less appealing than that of staying a while longer in the friendly warmth of her shabby local pub. Everyone knew her here, and if she wanted to sit in a corner with a book or the crossword in the evening paper, she would not be bothered. She set her empty glass on the table, her mind resolved: just this last one, and then she would be on her way.

  As she passed the couple sitting in the alcove next to her own table, she could have sworn she heard the man say to his female companion, ‘And when you come back from the ladies’, I want you to give me your knickers. That way I’ll know you’ve taken them off.’

  The girl he was with, a porcelain-skinned redhead in her early twenties, was looking at him as though she wanted to protest. Laurel made a show of bending to tie the lace of her ankle boot, listening for the man’s next words, not quite able to believe what she thought she had heard. For a moment she suspected that her overburdened brain was finding evidence of domination games everywhere, but then the man said, ‘Do it. Or you know what you’ll be in for when I get you home.’

  The girl gave a shudder, her expression one of fear mingled with anticipation, and left the table, brushing past Laurel as she rose to her feet. Laurel felt her pussy clench with the thought that the girl was about to comply with her partner’s bizarre demand.