A Strict Seduction (23 page)

I tried to resist the rush of pleasure I felt, watching Delia's behind being so soundly smacked, but I couldn't. My breath was short and I could feel the desire in the pit of my belly, so strong and so uncontrollable. I longed to grab the spoon from Jan's hand and to continue the punishment myself, to get my revenge for the tricks Delia had been playing on me.

Four, five, six strokes of the spoon all landed on Delia's right bottom cheek until she was squirming and groaning, rubbing her thighs together as though she could rub away the pain burning on her backside. Each stroke was hard and precise, forming a row of red ovals on her flesh, the skin raised where the stroke was hardest.

‘Oh… it hurts, it hurts…' Delia wailed, her eyes filling with tears. Each time she squirmed, each time she moved, her panties went deeper into her pussy, exposing more of her soft flesh to the bite of punishment.

‘Enough of that! You know I can't stand weakness!' Jan cried, her voice making me quiver with fear and silencing Delia's pathetic sobs instantly.

The arm went high again and Jan brought it down hard, switching to the left side. The twin globes of her bottom were ill-matched in colour; where her right side blazed pink and red her left was still white, apart from the first blush of the first stroke. I watched avidly, listening to the hiss as the spoon came down, the hard smack of impact and the whispers of pain that escaped from Delia's quivering lips.

Two strokes and then three, a pause while Jan stroked her hand across Delia's backside, and then four and five. I marvelled at how precise each stroke was, at how Jan seemed to measure every ounce of pain and punishment she so expertly inflicted. I had been so lucky to escape; I knew that such a punishment would have made me scream with horror.

There was no let up. When both of Delia's perfect bottom cheeks were tanned a deep and painful red, Jan switched target again, this time aiming her strokes at the top of the thighs. Delia cried out, she tried to push herself up but I stepped forward and held her down, pressing my breasts against her back as I made sure she couldn't move. The more Delia squirmed the more my nipples rubbed against her through the thin material of my top, making me sigh with pleasure at the tremors of ecstasy that were triggered inside me.

‘I can see what you're doing,' Jan said quietly.

I looked up at her guiltily, realising I'd been caught out. I let go of Delia and stepped back, noting that my nipples were hard points poking against my top. My pleasure had been plain to see, only I had not realised it.

Delia was still lying across the table, her bottom and her thighs patterned with ovals of pink and scarlet. I could almost feel the heat from her flesh, and could only dimly imagine the torment pulsing through her.

‘Well?' Jan demanded, placing the wooden spoon on the table, only inches from Delia's face.

‘I… I couldn't help it…' I whispered hesitantly. A sharp stab of fear tore through me, and with a sinking feeling I saw that I too was going to suffer the ordeal of chastisement that night.

‘I expected more from you,' Jan told me, her voice emotionless. ‘After the punishments you've suffered in the last two days I had hoped that you'd learned your lesson.'

‘But I have,' I told her emphatically, hoping my obvious sincerity would win some mercy.

‘But you haven't, my dear,' Jan said. ‘It's time you had another lesson, and perhaps this time you'll not forget it so easily. I've finished with you for now,' she added, turning to look down upon Delia.

Delia pushed herself up slowly. I could see her wincing with pain as she straightened her lovely long legs. When she turned to me I saw the wetness between her thighs through the thin black lace that was pressed deep into her crotch.

‘Please, Jan…' I started to beg, but one look from her told me I was only making things worse for myself. When Jan was angry there was no stopping her, she could be as strict and as ruthlessly as anybody.

‘Take your top off and face me,' she commanded. I pulled my top off slowly, wondering why it was that I was to be spanked like this when Delia had been allowed to keep her bra on. My face was crimson with shame as I dropped my top to the floor; my chest was already flushed pink with the pleasure I had gained by rubbing against Delia.

‘Delia, stand behind her and cup her breasts for me,' Jan ordered.

My mind was in turmoil as Delia stood behind me and passed her hands under my arms and cupped my breasts. She teased my erect nipples with her thumbs, making me sigh with pleasure, much as I hated to.

‘Perhaps this is the most apt lesson you'll ever learn,' Jan told me, her clear blue eyes gazing at me steadfastly.

I swallowed hard and watched in horror as she picked up the spatula I had selected and raised it high into the air.

‘No!' I cried, but it was too late. The blast of impact was unbearable as the flat wooden surface made contact with my breasts, slapping down and beating hard against my erect nipples. I squirmed and tried to turn away, but Delia held me in place.

The searing pain burst over me again as Jan brought the spatula down, spanking me with all the power and pleasure she had when punishing my posterior. I cried as it swept down again, marking my skin and biting hard at my nipples. The pain was intense, but with it there was something else, something I had not been expecting. Each stroke brought a surge of feeling, a powerful blast of sensation that seemed to connect with the pleasure deep between my thighs.

Like a dream I watched myself being punished, Delia's hands squeezing and moulding my breasts while they were spanked so painfully. And then, before I knew it, I was pressed across the table and the spanking was resumed on my bottom. As my burning nipples, bright red points that pulsed with fire, brushed the cool mahogany surface I shuddered and cried out my orgasm. Never had I felt such bitter ecstasy, so painful where the pleasure was so pure.

Jan beat me beautifully, using the hard flat spatula across the tight roundness of my behind. My white panties were pulled down around my knees, exposing the heat and the wetness of my quim, swimming in the juices of my pleasure. Each stroke across my reddened bottom sent spasms of sensuality throughout my body so that it felt as if my entire being were aflame.

All the time I was aware of Delia standing beside me, her greedy eyes drinking in the vision of my punishment just as I had watched her being punished. There was lust in her eyes also. I could see her fingers caressing her body as she watched, driven beyond endurance both by her own quivering backside and by the sight of mine.

At last it was over, the painful rhythm of chastisement had ended. Painfully, almost light-headed, I pushed myself from the table. I felt strange as I stood beside Delia, both of us in a state of undress and with our bodies marked by the force of our correction.

‘I want the both of you upstairs in two minutes,' Jan told us, the excitement of her eyes reflected at last in her voice. ‘It seems to me that both of you are in need of longer term treatment,' she added.

‘But… Chris gets back tonight,' I whispered, remembering that my husband was due to return. Would it mean a return to normality for me?

‘You wouldn't want Chris to find out about this, would you?' Jan warned.

‘No, of course not,' I told her hurriedly. My backside was stinging horribly, the heat merging with the lava flow between my thighs.

‘Good, in that case I think we can continue as we are,' Jan decided. ‘From now on I shall expect the both of you to report to me regularly, and if for any reason I am unhappy with your behaviour I'll have no compunction in punishing you. Is that clear?'

I looked at Delia, and then at Jan. ‘Yes, we understand,' Delia and I said, sighing together. My heart was racing with excitement; I had so much to learn and now I knew that Jan would continue to be my teacher.

‘Good,' Jan smiled. ‘Now, both of you upstairs, you've yet to thank me in the special way I like…'

My heart jumped. Secretly I was filled with a strange fear of what the future held, but that fear was part of an excitement that filled me completely. I turned towards the door, certain that my life would never ever be the same again.

Party Dress

Hasheeda sat on the edge of the bed and watched as Louise wriggled out of the jeans which were moulded to the tight curve of her backside. Faded blue and ripped at the knee, it sometimes seemed to Hasheeda that those jeans were the sexiest things in Louise's wardrobe. She watched as the jeans were inched down, gradually revealing the twin globes of Louise's bottom clad only in the minutest strip of lace, until finally Louise stepped out of the denim bundle on the floor.

‘Come on,' Louise urged, turning to face Hasheeda.

Hasheeda let her eyes wander over her friend, now wearing nothing but skimpy white panties and a cropped top that bulged around her breasts. Louise's body was young and firm, with long, slender thighs, a prominent backside and full, pert breasts that always drew lots of attention. The contrast with Hasheeda's own body was striking. They had the same build but Hasheeda's dark skin, pouting lips and eyes of a brown so dark they almost looked black, meant that the two young women made a striking pair.

‘Are you sure about this?' Hasheeda asked, realising that she had been staring. Although she and Louise had been sharing the flat for nearly six months she still found the difference between life at home with her family and life as a student very difficult to take sometimes.

Louise laughed. She came over and sat by Hasheeda, took her by the hand and looked at her earnestly. ‘You don't have to do this if you don't want to,' she said quietly, gazing directly into Hasheeda's dark eyes.

‘What if my mum and dad find out?' Hasheeda asked. Louise's eyes were warm, blue-green and filled with concern.

‘How?' she asked softly. ‘Explain to me how they'll find out.'

Hasheeda looked down, her eyes scanning over Louise's smooth, glassy thighs and the white lacy panties pulled tightly between her thighs. Not for the first time she wondered what it would be like to touch Louise there, to slip her fingers under the lace, to trace the contours of her friend's sex…

‘Well?' Louise asked.

The sharp tone jolted Hasheeda back to reality. ‘I don't know,' she admitted.

‘This is a private party,' Louise said, repeating herself for the umpteenth time. ‘One of the lads at the halls of residence has organised it. All they want is a couple of girls to do a turn for some guy's birthday party.'

Hasheeda sighed. ‘That's just the problem,' she explained, ‘I really don't know what “do a turn” means.'

Louise leaned forward and kissed Hasheeda on the cheek. ‘Don't be so uptight about things,' she urged. ‘I told you, it'll be a laugh. We'll turn up as a couple of sexy schoolgirls, mess around a bit, grab the money and run. Come on, it'll be an adventure.'

It all sounded so simple, but Hasheeda couldn't bring herself to get into Louise's frame of mind. Things were never that simple…

Louise jumped up off the bed and went back to the wardrobe. ‘I've got these,' she said, handing Hasheeda a bag full of clothes.

‘Where from?'

‘Charity shops,' Louise explained. ‘It cost me a tenner,' she added, ‘but Mike's promised us fifty each for doing this.'

The money was tempting; living away from home was a lot more expensive than Hasheeda had first imagined. Especially with a flatmate like Louise around. She looked in the bag and saw a pleated blue skirt, a white blouse, a school tie and a pair of white cotton knickers. School uniform, of a type which no longer existed, except in the memories of the middle-aged and in old films.

Louise pulled her top off so that she was naked bar her panties. Her breasts were large and well shaped, peaked with reddish brown nipples that sometimes stood erect as she showered. Hasheeda liked to watch Louise taking a shower, there was something deeply attractive about it, and Louise didn't seem to mind chatting while Hasheeda watched. Once or twice Hasheeda had even been tempted to let Louise watch her while she bathed, but then her nerve had failed and she had carefully locked the bathroom.

The skirt Louise pulled on was way too short, it barely seemed to cover her backside. And the blouse was almost see-through; Louise's breasts were clearly discernible through it. The tie went on, skewed violently to one side, and with Louise's hair already arranged in a couple of untidy pigtails, it made her look like an insolent schoolgirl. The underwear went on last, replacing the wisp of white lace with old fashioned navy blue knickers that covered more than they revealed.

‘Well, how do I look?' Louise asked, twisting round to face Hasheeda. Her eyes were bright with excitement, and the grin on her face seemed to carry a hint of innocence that was at odds with the outrageous image.

Hasheeda half smiled. Louise looked stunning; sexy, playful and completely desirable. ‘You look good,' she said, avoiding her friend's eyes. Sometimes it was just so difficult coping with the conflicting feelings at war inside her head.

‘Your turn now,' Louise declared.

Hasheeda stood up shyly. Undressing in front of another person always made her feel vulnerable. At home it was all so different… Louise was watching her, smiling still, her excitement infectious. There was nothing for it but to get changed, Hasheeda realised. She pulled off her baggy jumper and then tugged down her loose cotton trousers, so she was clad only in black bra and panties. Her skin was a soft, sugary brown, in contrast to the darker discs that tipped her breasts and which were visible through the lacy cups of the bra.