by Jacqueline Scott
If there had been anybody looking out of a window of one of the houses at the time, they would have been unlikely to pay much attention to the anonymous looking woman who emerged from a large detached house in Murrayfield, an affluent area of Edinburgh, to make her way down towards the main road. Perhaps they might have wondered who she was as she was clearly younger than the resident of that house, but her appearance was such that it would have been only a passing thought. If the same onlooker had also been watching barely an hour earlier when the woman came up the street and entered the house they might have noted that she walked a little slower and more carefully on the second occasion. They would have needed to have been paying close attention to notice that, however, and so it was indeed unlikely that anyone noticed anything.
Caroline Graham, who was that anonymous looking woman, was glad to catch a bus back into the centre of Edinburgh without waiting too long, and even more pleased to get a prompt connection at the West End. With this good fortune, it was less than half an hour after leaving the house in Murrayfield when she slid the key into the door of her apartment in Marchmont. Dropping her bag in the hall, she went through to her bedroom, took off her long grey coat and woolly hat and looked at herself in the mirror. What these two garments successfully concealed was a smart looking blonde young lady in her late twenties or early thirties wearing a fashionably short black skirt and a dark blue cashmere jumper. Gazing at herself she wondered if she was a little pale before unzipping the skirt and letting it fall. Stepping out of it she quickly slid her loose black French knickers down over the black hold-ups and off. Then she turned and, looking back over her shoulder, gazed at her trim bottom, wincing as she saw patches of purple against the red that covered most of her buttocks. There was very little white skin to be seen apart from an incongruous looking stripe running down between the two cheeks.
"Shit, she really laid it on today!"
Caroline said these words to herself without rancour. Whatever she had suffered was eased in her mind by two things, one of which was the fact that she had been very well paid for today's session. She glanced at her watch and decided that she had time for a long hot bath before having to think about what she might do for an evening meal. In fact it was rare for her not to have a long hot bath after one of these sessions, both because it soothed her bottom and also because she always felt faintly grubby and used. This latter emotion she recognised and acknowledged despite also accepting that the choice in what she did had always been hers alone.
Five minutes later she was lying back in the steamy water relaxing, wincing a little from time to time and thinking about the afternoon's proceedings. She had taken the call several days ago and because she was only working part time now, had been able to accept an afternoon appointment. Leaving work prompt at one she had time to come home and have a quick shower before leaving for Murrayfield. The lady she was to visit had used her services several times before so there was no need for any particular safety measures and she had a good idea what to expect.
She had checked her watch when she alighted from the bus at the foot of the long avenue and noted that she was slightly late. Nonetheless she walked up the road as if in no great hurry ... she knew that a degree of lateness was acceptable and indeed probably important to her contact. Her ring of the bell at the imposing detached house was swiftly answered and a tall, elegant lady, wearing a loose flowing burgundy coloured dress welcomed her with a thin smile and escorted her through a hall to a comfortable room at the rear of the house. Caroline, who knew the lady only as 'Margaret', sat in one of the deep cushioned chairs when invited to do so and for the next few minutes received her instructions which were brief and simple. Other than nodded and monosyllabic responses, Caroline only really spoke to remind the lady that her safe word was still 'black'. This was met with a nod and then after a brief pause,
"Right Anna, out you go, and when you are ready, knock on this door."
Caroline, Anna being her 'working' name, stood up and left the room. She went into a small cloakroom off the hall where she took off her coat and checked her appearance in the unusually long mirror for such a small room. Then taking a deep breath walked back to the other room and tapped lightly on the door. On being invited to enter she stood with head down as Margaret began to berate her.
"What time do you think this is Anna? You are late yet again! How many times do I have to tell you of the need to be punctual? But do you listen? No ... no you think you can do as you please!"
"I'm sorry Ma'am ... I'm really sorry."
"Yes that's what you said the last time and the time before. If your work was of the highest standard I could perhaps give you some leeway but it is barely acceptable as you well know. How am I supposed to survive when my assistant is so careless and lazy?! I have told you too many times. Now the position is simple. Either go now and never come back here or accept my punishment. Well ... what is it to be?"
"Oh Ma'am ... please don't fire me. I couldn't ... I mean I really need this job. I'm sorry ... I really am. Please give me another chance!"
There was a pause which Caroline would have found really awkward if this had not been a role-play. Then the response came.
"Very well. You will have another chance but you must accept my punishment. I am going to thrash you. Please remove your clothing from the waist down."
Biting her lip Caroline unzipped her skirt and let it fall. Then she rolled down her hold-ups, standing awkwardly on one leg as she did so, before finally slipping down and stepping out of her silk black French knickers. She stood before Margaret head down with hands clasped in front of her, hiding her neat little triangle of very light brown pubic hair.
"Look at you! Is that not exactly part of your problem Anna! You undress and leave all your clothes lying on the floor! For goodness sake, no wonder you are so careless with everything. Pick these things up at once and place them neatly on the chair!"
Blushing, Caroline did as she was told, making sure that when she bent to pick up her clothes she did so from the waist rather than, as would have been more natural, bending her knees.
SMACK! A hand cracked onto her bottom and she jumped even although she had been expecting it.
"Owww! That was hard!"
"Ha! It was nothing to what you are about to feel! Now get yourself bent over that chair!"
Caroline obeyed and made sure that her back was hollowed and her bottom pushed up. Soon she felt the stippled rubber surface of a ping pong bat touch her bottom. It lay there for a few seconds and then suddenly it was gone and with a loud crack it returned fast and hard and stung her bare bottom. That was the first of many many similar blows as her tormentor covered her rear with hard firm spanks with the bat. It was a light implement so none of the individual strikes caused her a huge amount of pain, but the cumulative effect was substantial and she was soon wriggling and breathing hard as the blows rained down ... covering her whole bottom and indeed the tops of her thighs as well. From time to time the torment stopped and Margaret rubbed a hand over her bottom as if assessing how much she could take. Each time, however, it was temporary relief and the spanking soon began again.
When at last the paddling from the ping pong bat did stop, Caroline was sent to a corner of the room to stand with her hands on her head and her nose in against the wall. In fact she was happy to do that as it allowed her bottom to recover a little and she enjoyed the glow spreading through her as the pain gave way to a more acceptable heat. Eventually, however, she was summoned again to bend over the chair and this time Margaret gave her six hard blows from a dark brown leather strap.
As each blow thudded into her bottom, Caroline gasped and winced. She didn't really understand why such treatment was acceptable to her but she knew she craved it. After the sixth, and hardest, had seared her buttocks there was a further pause. Then her tormentor's voice changed to one of soothing sympathy. A gentle kiss was applied to each throbbing bottom cheek while a hand slid easily between her parted thighs and rubbed ... rubbed and probed until very quickly her body convulsed in an orgasm. After the spasms had ended the hand gently patted her pubic mound and the voice spoke again.
"Good girl, Anna. Such a good brave girl. Up you get."
Caroline rose and was enveloped in the arms of the lady who had been beating her so hard. She was held tightly for about a minute and then released. She looked at the older woman and tentatively enquired, "Do you wish me to ...?"
"Not today darling. It is so sweet of you to remember to ask. But not today. You may get dressed now."
And so, soon she was walking back down the street, making sure that she attracted as little attention as possible, and with the throbbing in her bottom gradually easing to a deep heat.
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