by LSF Publications
by by Lucy Appleby
"So, Olivia - are you doing anything nice this weekend?"
Olivia flushed at the close proximity of her boss as he leant casually against the edge of her desk.
"I haven't got anything important planned, Mr Carville," she lied, fervently wishing he would ask her out for a drink, or a meal, or... She smiled a wistful little half smile and daydreamed of writhing naked beneath him in a tangle of limbs.
"Shame. See you on Monday then," he said, smiled and left the room.
Olivia pursed her lips in disappointment. Still, she did have something important planned. Something very important indeed. At the thought of it, her breathing quickened and her imagination went into overdrive. She hurried home, impatiently navigating the Friday rush hour traffic. All she would need for the weekend's activities had been prepared in advance and all she had left to do was to arrange a few freshly laundered items in her suitcase.
After a quick sandwich and a cup of coffee, Olivia indulged herself with a soak in the tub, luxuriating in the scented water and frothy bubbles. Afterwards, suitably relaxed and perfumed, she dressed, picked up her case, and left the house. She was more than ready for the two hour drive to Epicurus.
It was good to get out of the hustle and bustle of the crowded city. As the car sped on, devouring the miles, the landscape began to change. She drove steadily north, through open moorland dotted white with sheep. The roads narrowed and snaked, twisting, dipping and rising, melding with the contours of the land. High up on the moors, clothed in a spreading mantle of purple heather, she allowed herself to think about her forthcoming adventure with Epicurus.
Plucking up courage to make the booking had taken almost six months, but once she had committed and paid the fee, Olivia became feverishly eager to participate in her first Epicurus experience. The organisation itself was located so far away from her home and work life that she felt she could really let go and bring her fantasy to life. And if the first taste proved to be all she had hoped for, there would be other encounters to look forward to in the future.
Glancing at the clock on the dashboard, Olivia began looking for a suitable place to park up and change. Ten miles further and she would reach her destination, and the instructions clearly indicated that she should arrive suitably attired.
Pulling into a lay-by, Olivia retrieved her suitcase and took out her uniform - a short grey box-pleated skirt, white blouse, maroon cardigan, white socks, and black Mary-Jane shoes. With trembling fingers, she slipped out of the clothes she was wearing and put on the school uniform. All that remained was to tie her long honey-blonde hair back in a sleek ponytail. This accomplished, she took a deep breath and drove the last few miles of her journey.
Epicurus was located deep in the remote countryside in a splendid sixteenth-century ivy-clad mansion nestling in a sheltered hollow. Surrounded by rolling hills and swathes of trees, it was both inviting and secluded. Olivia drove in past a huge pair of ornate wrought iron gates. The approach to the mansion was over a mile, flanked on either side of the drive by bright pink rhododendron and azalea in full bloom.
There were twenty to thirty cars parked in an area to the side of the house. Olivia left her vehicle with the others, grabbed her case and walked up to the front door. She stepped in to sumptuous surroundings, plush carpets, crystal chandeliers, and walls hung with opulent tapestries of glorious colours threaded with gold, and magnificent paintings in gilt frames.
The woman at the reception desk greeted Olivia with a smile and checked off her name from a list.
"Welcome to Epicurus, Olivia. I hope you had a pleasant journey?" Without waiting for Olivia to respond, she continued. "My name is Sylvia Morgan. During your time here you will address me as Miss Morgan. Here is your room key and your schedule for the weekend. You will see you have your first session at 9 pm." She handed over the key plus papers neatly encased in a black leather wallet, then glanced at her watch. "That gives you exactly twenty minutes to deposit your case, freshen up, and report back here. Your room is on the first floor. Take the stairs and turn left."
Murmuring her thanks, Olivia made her way to her room. It was breathtaking, the centrepiece being a four-poster bed adorned with shimmering hangings of cream and gold with matching bed linen and curtains. The carpet pile was so deep she sank into it ankle-deep. The bathroom was equally luxurious, sparkling mirrors reflecting potted palms resting in marble planters, and marbled steps leading down to a bath the size of a small swimming pool surrounded by iridescent coral tiles.
Olivia splashed some water onto her face and patted herself dry with a soft white towel. Catching a glimpse of herself in one of the mirrors, she paused and looked again and shivered in delicious anticipation. At 23 she could still pass for a sixth form schoolgirl. The look pleased her. She twirled and pirouetted, smoothing her cotton blouse down over her bra. She allowed herself to imagine what was to come. As the thoughts whirled and eddied she mewled slightly at the prospect and shivered with excitement. Her nipples were standing sharply to attention, their outline clearly visible through the layers of thin fabric. She ran her fingers lightly over her breasts, pinching her nipples. It felt good. Making her way back to the bedroom she paused to try out the Queen-sized bed and lay down in a swoon of sensual satin. The feel of it against the back of her thighs made her quiver. She contemplated how delicious it would feel when she was bared and spanked. With a sigh, she closed her eyes and slowly she brought her hand up underneath her skirt, probing with her fingers through the lace of her panties. Imagination shot through with lust burst like shrapnel shards inside her head as she gave herself up to the moment, oblivious to the silent camera on the ceiling which blinked into life, its lens turning and focusing on the decadent solo performance.
Flushed and sated, Olivia ran downstairs and reported to the front desk as instructed. Miss Morgan raised an eyebrow and her steel-grey eyes bored into Olivia's green-eyed gaze.
"You are four minutes late, Olivia."
"I am? Oh - sorry... Miss Morgan."
"What kept you?"
"Nothing much," shrugged Olivia. "I was just making myself feel at home in this lovely place."
"Have you been masturbating?" The keen grey eyes regarded her levelly.
"What?! No, certainly not," denied Olivia, quite taken aback with the unexpectedly intimate question.
Miss Morgan smiled coldly and pressed a button on the desk. With a soft whirr, an enormous plasma screen was revealed on the opposite wall. For a moment the screen was blank, and then suddenly, to Olivia's horror, an image appeared of a young woman in a school uniform squirming on the coverlet of a four-poster bed. She instantly recognised herself and felt the colour rush to her face.
"Oh! I... I, er..."
There was the sound of voices approaching. The nearby double doors were flung open and a group of people emerged, their conversation suddenly stilled as they beheld the image on the screen.
"Switch it off!" hissed Olivia. "Switch it OFF will you?! Oh, fuck!"
"I will do no such thing." Miss Morgan clapped her hands. "Attention, everyone. I would like to introduce you to Olivia."
Olivia, pink with embarrassment, gulped and shuffled her feet. She lowered her head and stared pointedly at the carpet, refusing to make eye contact with anyone. What a simply awful start. It was one of those moments when she fervently wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole. It didn't of course, and her cheeks flamed even more when some of the newcomers laughed and applauded.
"This is Olivia's first Epicurus experience, and I'm afraid to say she has let herself down rather badly on several counts. One - for masturbating and making herself four minutes late. Two, for lying to me. Three, for failing to refer to me as Miss Morgan. Four, for using base language; and five, for not wearing regulation school knickers."
The assembled crowd murmured and moved closer, their collective eyes glittering with anticipation.
"I shall cane you myself, Olivia. Right now, in front of all these people. And then afterwards you will stand for thirty minutes in the corner displaying your punished bare bottom to anyone who passes by. Following that, you will be taken to cubicle one for your scheduled punishment."
Olivia's eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped. "Oh, but... oh, but..." she babbled, much to the amusement of the onlookers. This is all wrong. I didn't ask for a public caning. Did I? Oh - hell... yes I did. Shit. "I've changed my mind," she said, giving Miss Morgan a frantically pleading look.
"It's too late for that. Follow me into auditorium one."
"Auditorium?" Olivia's heart surged briefly as she thought that somehow she had escaped a caning and would be watching a play or a film or something.
The auditorium was cool and brightly lit. There were about 50 seats arranged around the stage in tiered rows, enabling all the guests to get a good view of the proceedings. In the centre of the small stage was a strange contraption on four legs. It had a broad surface, padded with black leather. Leather cuffs dangled from each of the legs.
Olivia saw it and quailed. "Oh no. I didn't ask to be restrained! Did I? Fuck! I did!"
"Come now, Olivia," said Miss Morgan. "You don't want to keep your audience waiting." She grasped Olivia's arm and marched her up to the stage.
Olivia grimaced and sneaked a look at the audience. The auditorium was rapidly filling up, and she was to be the star performer. She thought briefly of making a run for it. If she broke free of Miss Morgan, she could leap down the steps off the stage and charge down the corridor and out into the lobby. Then she could dash outside to the car park and drive away. A good plan - too bad her car keys were in the bedroom.
Slightly dazed, she allowed Miss Morgan to bend her over the spanking horse and secure her wrists. She felt fingers splaying her legs apart and heard the buckle of the ankle restraints being fastened. And there she was, tied and helpless and oh so horribly embarrassed. But things were to get worse. Much worse.
Miss Morgan repeated the list of Olivia's infractions since her arrival at Epicurus. It seemed a very long list considering she had only been here such a short time. Olivia's sentence was announced.
"Six on the bare bottom."
A ripple of approval ran through the assembled guests. First time canings were always such fun to watch.
"Not on the bare!" squeaked Olivia.
The auditorium erupted with laughter.
"Silly girl," said Miss Morgan. "It wouldn't be a proper caning if it weren't on the bare bottom. Now - let's pin up this skirt, like so." She deftly raised the skirt and pinned the hem to the waistband. Olivia's bottom stuck out invitingly, encased in panties of wispy lace. Without further ado, they were yanked down to her thighs, revealing two chubby and well-rounded orbs of pale flesh.
Olivia shuddered, knowing that all eyes were on her, and in spite of her deep embarrassment she felt a rush of hedonism manifest itself by the way her crotch pushed very slightly into the padded leather upholstery.
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