Whip Hands by C. P. Hazel Page B

‘This is one of the things you stole from under my nose, so it’s only just that you get your final dose of punishment with it.’ She brandished a flexible plastic ruler close to Mandy’s face. Mandy flinched.
    â€˜That’s going to bloody hurt. I thought you were just going to give hand smacks.’
    â€˜Your session will finish when I decide you’ve learned your lesson.’ She turned to Jeff. ‘Is that not so?’
    â€˜Yes indeed. It is most important that all our employees learn the significance of honesty in the workplace. Correct from the personnel angle, Lou?’
    Mandy was aware that Lou was standing only a few feet away looking longingly at her girlish body. She knew how she would look to him; pale and naked with just a trace of puppy fat, and a mere shadow of dark hair around her vulva, the legacy of a shaving session. The rash of candy pink around her cheeks added to the picture of innocence. He appeared to be deciding whether she could really take the punishment from the ruler in Clare’s powerful grip.
    At last he spoke. ‘Yes, I think she deserves a few more. Just to make sure the lesson has really sunk in.’
    â€˜You pig. I’ve had enough of this.’ Mandy tried to free her hands, but they wouldn’t come. She just succeeded in tightening the knot around the base of her ponytail, making it grip her scalp like a claw.
    â€˜That’s enough of that, you flighty miss!’ Clare grabbed her elbow and bent her over slightly. At the same time she landed a good swat across both Mandy’s quivering buttocks. Releasing her grip and grabbing the other elbow, she turned Mandy in the other direction and repeated the operation with a backhand that caught the girl under the jut of her bottom. Mandy howled in pain, but the more she tugged at her hair the tighter the knot became. With her wrists secured she was defenceless, and Clare was taking full advantage. The ruler whistled and landed with remorseless regularity as she turned Mandy from one side to the other.
    â€˜Ow, ow, ow! Please stop. That really hurts!’
    â€˜Stop complaining. You’re still due another ten strokes, you naughty, naughty girl.’
    â€˜You can really be a bitch sometimes,’ Mandy retorted. ‘Ow, shit! Stop it right now!’
    The square end of the ruler had made its impression, leaving an angry red rectangular line on both buttocks. The noise it made as it landed was like a pistol shot. Mandy bent into a half-crouch to try and avoid the next assault on her tormented flesh, but to no avail. Clare grabbed her by the elbow and struck her over and over again on the same spot, this time high up on the buttock where she was less well covered.
    â€˜No more, please!’ the girl whimpered.
    But Clare was implacable. She made Mandy kneel on the rug and rest her front on the seat of the chair. Then she straddled her, facing backwards. By bracing her legs she had the junior in a vice-like grip and was able to rain more blows on the full expanse of the girl’s buttocks, now totally unprotected. Once or twice the end of the ruler curled round and caught Mandy in her most intimate parts, causing her to howl.
    Mandy at last realised she could free her arms by pulling upwards. The ponytail was released from its impromptu bow and her hair fell free once more. Now she was determined to fight back. She got to her feet, pushing Clare away.
    â€˜Respecting the other person’s boundaries’. Mandy remembered the phrase from the time she and Lou had first read a book on erotic spanking and suggested the idea to Clare and Jeff for a session round at their flat. She was to be the office junior and Clare was to be her manager, who had caught her pilfering from the office stationery cupboard. The men were just to watch, to begin with at least. Clare had not respected the boundaries because she had gone on well after she, Mandy, had begged her to stop. Well, enough