A Study in Shame (8 page)

‘I wouldn’t expect you to do it on purpose!’

I stuck my tongue out at her and continued. ‘That wasn’t the best bit … I mean, the worst bit. I was covered in mud, and worse, so I went to a cottage. There was a very nice old lady there who washed my clothes and let me have a bath. Unfortunately I – I was playing with myself in the bath and she caught me.’

‘No!’

‘Yes, and she told me off. Then she spanked me.’

‘Spanked you?’

Charlie’s eyes were wide with excitement, but I could see she wasn’t sure I was telling the truth.

‘Seriously. When she caught me she said I needed a bare-bottom spanking. What was I supposed to do?’

‘Not let her spank you, maybe? Seriously, Lucy, you let her spank you, bare?’

‘I was already in the nude. I’d just got out of the bath.’

‘Oh my, you lucky little bitch! Tell me about it, Lucy, everything.’

I knew what she wanted, and I was struggling not to giggle as I began again, sounding pathetically sorry for myself. ‘She caught me playing with myself in the bath and she told me I needed … no, I remember, she told me she ought to put me across her knee for a good old-fashioned, bare-bottom spanking. That’s what she said.’

‘So you let her do it?’

Charlie’s voice was a sigh, and I didn’t want to disappoint her, so I carried on the story as it might have been. ‘Not immediately. At first I thought she was just trying to make me feel embarrassed for what I’d done, but then she sat down on one of her kitchen chairs, with her legs stuck out, and she told me that if I had any decency at all I’d go over her knee and accept what was coming to me. I couldn’t stop myself. I took my towel off and I bent over her knee. She took hold of me around my waist and stuck her knee up so I showed behind and she spanked me. She spanked me, Charlie, bare bottom, for ten minutes by the kitchen clock, and when she was done she made me do corner-time, you know, with my hands on my head and my red bottom on show to the room.’

She gave a long sigh and was going to say something else, but a group of people was coming the other way along the pavement. That broke the moment, but only briefly, and after that there was no question of what was going to happen between us. She was strongly turned on and I was no better, both of us touching and even risking the occasional kiss as we ate at the pub, sharing a bottle of wine while we waited for our orders and another over dinner. By the time we’d finished, I was pleasantly tipsy and it was dark, so I let her take my hand as we left the pub. It felt so good, to be led through the warmth of the night by a girl who’d already fucked me and now not only knew one of my darkest secrets, but also seemed to share it.

We were kissing the moment she’d got the shop door locked behind us, openly now, our tongues entwined and clasped tight in each other’s arms. I let her lead, eager to be made to serve her however she wished, and as we settled onto the big red leather couch among the displays of sex aids and tacky underwear I was telling her how I liked it best. ‘Put me over your knee, please, Charlie, with my blouse undone and my bra turned up. Turn up my skirt and pull down my panties while you tell me what a naughty girl I am, then spank me hard and put me on my knees to lick you, or, if you want to, you can sit on my face. I like that.’

‘I bet you do, Juicy Lucy, but what about me? I want it too, and you’re so tall and strong. I bet you spank really hard, and don’t you want to get somebody back, after what Mrs Forbes did to you? Besides, I thought you said the bitches from your office shot you on the bum? Aren’t you bruised? Come on, Lucy, spank me.’

I hesitated, a bit disappointed but intrigued. It always seems to be me who ends up on the receiving end, and it is what I like, but the temptation was there. I nodded as I decided to play her game. ‘All right, you little slut, if that’s your game, over you go!’

As I spoke, I grabbed hold of her, to turn her smartly across my knee. She squeaked in alarm, taken at least half by surprise, but didn’t even pretend to resist, quickly wriggling into spanking position across my lap. I took hold of her around the waist, just as Mrs Forbes had done to me a few hours before, and as I pulled up the long loose skirt she was wearing to expose a fleshy little bottom well packed into see-through black panties I started to talk to her. ‘One thing’s for sure, Charlie, and that’s that you deserve this spanking. Let’s see now, for one thing you shouldn’t call me after one of those revolting rubber sex dolls. Juicy Lucy indeed! And for another, I may have been knickerless under my dress the other day, but you appear to be wearing the stock, you bad girl!’

I began to spank her, slapping hard at her cheeks through the transparent nylon of her panties. She reacted with a deep sigh, sticking her bottom up to the blows and I began to smack harder, until her full cheeks were bouncing crazily with every slap and my palm had begun to sting. Obviously she could take it a lot harder than I could, but I wasn’t about to let her off lightly.

‘So it’s like that, is it, you little slut? Right, let’s have these silly panties down, shall we? Perhaps having a bare bottom will get it through to you. Down they come.’

She lifted her hips to make it easier for me to get her panties down and spread her legs a little, leaving the tarty black nylon stretched taut between her thighs, with the plump swell of her cunt lips plainly visible and her bottom hole a dark-brown star between her deeply cleft cheeks. In her position I’d have been burning with embarrassment, however much it turned me on, but she was merely having fun. Unfortunately for her, one of the stands nearby held a selection of leather spanking paddles, one of which I detached as I continued my lecture. ‘OK, Charlie, if a bare-bottom spanking across my knee isn’t enough for you, how about this?’

I brought the paddle down, full across the meat of her cheeky bottom, even as I tightened my grip on her waist. She gave a squeal of shock and a sudden violent kick, tearing her cheap panties so that they were flapping around one leg as I laid in, laughing as she struggled in my grip with her bottom dancing and her legs pumping up and down. Now it hurt, and I knew that every smack was likely to be repaid with interest once I was done with her.

Fifty seemed to be enough and I threw the paddle down and let go of her waist, expecting her to take her revenge on the instant.

Instead, she came into my arms, her entire body trembling violently as she clung onto me, her mouth seeking mine. I returned her kiss, but she broke away a moment later, to fumble my blouse open and pull up my bra to get at my breasts. She took one nipple into her mouth, then the other, but before I could relax into the pleasure of having my breasts suckled she’d moved lower still. I gave in to her need, lifting my bottom to tug up my skirt and quickly pushing down the panties beneath before spreading my thighs to her tongue. She began to lick.

The trouble with Charlie and me was that we were too alike. As I discovered while we talked together after sex, she loved to have rude things done to her, especially being spanked, tied up and just about anything that meant she got plenty of sexual attention. She also liked to dish it out, but not nearly as much, and even when she’d fucked me with the strap-on dildo she’d seen it more as a service she was giving me than as the cruel dirty act I’d been imagining.

I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed, although I tried not to show it, and she had given me a delicious orgasm under her tongue. She’d also been playing with herself while she was at it, and came before I did, so I hadn’t even had the pleasure of having her sit on my face, let alone the long slow spanking I’d been anticipating. I was still telling myself it had been a successful evening as I walked back across the plaza, and there was no doubt at all it had been a successful day. In fact, I’d had as much sex in the space of 24 hours as in the previous month, not counting masturbation, and a lot more if you included the kinky stuff.

By the time I got up to my flat, I was having trouble keeping my eyes open, and contented myself with peeling off my clothes and flopping into bed naked. I wanted to tease myself slowly to another orgasm over everything that had happened, and lay back gently stroking my cunt as I tried to focus. It felt good, but the sensation was more soothing than sexy and the next thing I knew I was lying face down, cuddled up to Morrison with the morning light streaming in through chinks in the curtains.

It took me a moment to remember that it was Sunday and I didn’t have to get up, then another to remember my lunch date with Magnus and that I did, at least eventually. It was nearly nine, which left three hours until I was supposed to meet him at his warehouse, plenty of time for an easy morning, and maybe a naughty one. I got up, made coffee and showered, pausing by the bathroom mirror to inspect my bottom once I was dry. For all the pain, Mrs Forbes had been as good as her word, spanking me well, but not hard, yet my bottom still looked as if somebody had been painting me to look like a Dalmatian and stained my skin.

Both my bottom cheeks and my upper thighs were spotted with paintball bruises, round blackish marks with pink centres. Each and every one of them smarted, with a dull ache I hadn’t really noticed the day before with the excitement and the wine I’d been drinking with Charlie. There were an awful lot of them too, and for a moment I was reconsidering my decision not to have Stacey disciplined, before remembering that she and her friends had been shot too and that it was at least partly my fault.

I stayed naked as I padded back into the bedroom, addressing Morrison where I’d propped him against the pillows. ‘Look at the state I’m in, Morrison. Isn’t Stacey Atkinson a bitch?’

His expression suggested that
I
was the bitch and I’d got what I deserved, but that was Morrison all over. He was seldom, if ever, lenient with me, and I could see his point.

‘OK, so I shouldn’t have run off on my own and left them to their fate. Not that it would have made much difference, but yes,
mea culpa
. Still, you’d think she and her friends would have done a proper job of me, wouldn’t you? I mean to say, shoot me, fine, but why give up so easily? If they’d caught me they could have held me down so Stacey could sit on my face to make me kiss her bottom hole. Now that would really have taught me a lesson.’

A shiver of pleasure ran through me at the thought, even though it was pure fantasy, and I carried on. ‘It’s not fair, is it? I didn’t get my face sat on last night either. I thought I was going to, but it turns out Charlie prefers to get it herself. So I spanked her, hard, then let her lick my cunt. I suppose I’m going to get punished for that, aren’t I?’

I was, without a shadow of doubt, but I wanted the experience to be deeply humiliating, and to cover everything I’d done, including whatever I got up to with Magnus after lunch. There was sure to be something, as we’d already broken the ice, and as I went to my cupboard I was once more congratulating myself for finding the courage to offer him the use of my mouth. Morrison was going to have to wait, but patience was another of his many virtues.

The day was as hot and sultry as the one before, while I was keen not to put any pressure on my bruises, so I chose another summer dress, blue this time, and once again went without panties. It felt even better than before, knowing that a man would uncover my little secret and no doubt take full advantage of my nudity. Even moving around the flat as I tidied up and completed my chores felt good, allowing my anticipation to rise gradually higher, until by the time I left the flat I was ready for fun.

Magnus was waiting for me, looking as huge as ever in smart jeans and a shirt, and as I reached him he lifted me clear off the ground to kiss me as easily as if I weighed nothing at all, once more sparking my fantasies of being thrown over his shoulder and carried off to be ravished. As he put me down, he was holding my bottom for an instant, and if he didn’t seem to notice my automatic wince of pain he’d discovered something else. ‘Don’t you ever wear any knickers?’

‘I might be wearing a thong, but no, I’m not. I’ve got no knickers, but there’s a good reason …’

For the fourth time I found myself explaining the state I was in and what Stacey and her friends had done to me. Magnus was sympathetic, but I could tell that he found the idea quietly appealing just as long as I was OK with it myself, so I assured him that I was. I even told him about my spanking from Mrs Forbes, which would normally have been too private for a man, but the idea of being put across his knee in turn was definitely appealing, at least once my bottom was better. What I didn’t tell him about was my date with Charlie, not wanting to make him think I was a complete slut, although to judge by the expression on his face by the time I reached the end of my story he was hoping I was one.

‘… so my bottom’s too tender for panties, you see.’

‘I’d like to, and we’ve just about time before lunch.’

He was indicating the door of his warehouse and I found myself smiling. Twice in a row I’d managed to turn a date on so much they had to have me before we ate, which was rather satisfying.

‘Whatever must you think of me, Mr Brabant? I suppose you’ll be picking me up over your shoulder and carrying me off to ravish me next?’

He didn’t need telling twice. Before I could speak again, he’d ducked down to lift me up once more, this time with his massive arm around my thighs, and tip me up across his shoulder with my bum stuck high in the air, Viking style. I squeaked, trying to point out that we were in the street, but he quickly stepped into the warehouse. His spare hand immediately went to my dress, tugging it out from under his arm and turning it up to leave me bare bottom across his shoulder. No man does that to me and doesn’t follow up on it, no man I fancy anyway. The moment he’d set me down in his office I was peeling off my dress. My bra followed, I kicked away my heels and I was in the nude, and turning to show off my hurt bottom.

‘You see what they did to me?’

Magnus nodded and reached out to touch my bruised flesh, just gently. His hand was so huge his splayed fingers could take in my whole cheek, once more making me wonder how it would feel to be spanked by him, and then I found out. It was just a single gentle pat of admonition, the sort a man gives a woman to show interest, but it was too much for me. I stuck out my bottom, showing him everything as I spoke. ‘Go on then, do it, spank me.’