Whip Hands by C. P. Hazel

let’s give them a good view.’
    Mandy lay across the office manager’s smartly tailored thighs. Immediately her skirt rode up, revealing a pair of skimpy red panties.
    â€˜That’s barefaced cheek, coming to your punishment wearing underwear like this,’ Clare hissed, tight-lipped. ‘I was prepared to make allowances for this being your first offence. But no longer, I can assure you.’
    And with that she landed a succession of sharp slaps across the tight leather covering Mandy’s pronounced buttocks. The girl barely stiffened, but lay still. She supported herself with outstretched arms, her hands resting on the floor.
    Lou suddenly intervened. ‘I think you’ll need to spank some bare skin, Clare. We need some audible evidence that Mandy is learning her lesson, as I don’t think she’s really feeling the effect of your punishment at the moment. And, as she knows, that’s most important if it is to have any lasting effect.’
    Mandy tried to turn her head to say something, but Clare pushed her head back down. Using both hands she eased the red briefs down the office junior’s white thighs. By the time Mandy had reached back with one hand it was too late to prevent Clare’s deft manoeuvre. By then the scarlet scrap of fabric was down to her ankles where it was allowed to remain, well out of its wearer’s reach. Her hand was pushed back on to the floor.
    â€˜Now we’ll make more progress,’ Clare announced, unbuttoning her closely-tailored jacket.
    â€˜How do you mean, progress?’ Mandy asked in a muffled voice from around floor level. By stretching her neck painfully she was just able to see the seated figure of Jeff. He seemed to be staring hard at the tops of her thighs, which suddenly felt very exposed and sensitive to any passing breeze.
    â€˜You’re just about to discover the price of progress, my wayward miss,’ Clare spoke with an edge to her voice that Mandy had not heard before. She felt the hem of her skirt being lifted and folded back so that the full expanse of her arse was on display. There was a long pause, and she could hear whispering.
    â€˜Right, are you ready? This is to punish you for stealing from the firm. Okay?’
    Before she had time to think up an appropriate answer, Mandy felt the bigger girl’s weight shifting under her. The first few blows surprised her with the force Clare could muster. Mandy found herself having to push with her arms if she was not to be swept on to the floor, probably collecting a nasty bump on the head into the bargain.
    â€˜Ow, that hurts!’
    What else could she say? But she calculated that at this level she could just about take her punishment without begging for mercy. She noticed Clare hadn’t specified how many hand slaps she was to receive. She tried to ask, but the other girl wasn’t listening: she was warming to her task and intent on delivering a little homily to accompany the wallops.
    â€˜Now, I hope you’re paying close attention, my girl.’ Thwack! Thwack! ‘Nobody likes to be working alongside a little thief.’ Wallop! Wallop! Wallop! ‘It breeds suspicion and poisons a good working atmosphere. So what must we do?’
    Whatever was she supposed to answer?
    â€˜We must behave better,’ Mandy replied lamely.
    â€˜No, no, no! ’ Each negative was accompanied by a glancing blow that stung the skin of her upper buttock. ‘We must work together to root it out!’
    Again the stinging slaps cruelly underscored the words. Mandy was now beginning to feel the impact of each one much more keenly. There was a general hotness spreading from the fleshiest region of her bottom across to her thighs, which so far had remained almost untouched.
    This was the first time she had been spanked, and she was still getting used to the novelty. She tried not to imagine how red and angry her haunches must be appearing to the two