Subculture (19 page)

‘Couldn't I just apologise to Lisa?' she asked sulkily. She sat down quickly on the nearest chair as if to hide her bountiful bottom.

‘You can apologise as well, if you like. But you still have to be punished for your presumption, for your mistake.'

‘You left so quickly that I didn't have time to check whom Ms Steed should see...' the receptionist countered.

‘I flew home to perform emergency surgery believing that I'd left this clinic in capable hands,' the former surgeon said.

‘I am capable,' the woman shot back. ‘I just made one small error of judgement.'

‘And you'll be even more capable when I've thrashed that error-making judgement out of you.'

He watched closely as some inner struggle went on between her brain and her clitoris. When she asked her next question he knew that her clitoris had won.

‘Couldn't I just keep my pants on this time?' she mumbled, voice slurred with shame at previous memories.

‘Now you know I need a naked bum to deliver a proper chastisement,' Michael replied.

He walked over to the receptionist and took her right arm. As he'd suspected, lust had robbed her usual strength from her tanned limbs. Gently he helped her to her feet. Together they strode towards the garden, Marie-Rose still muttering that this wasn't right.

‘You're going over the wall near the shrubbery,' he told her as they neared the mellow stone dyke. ‘You'll bend over it fully clothed and wait for further instruction. I'll tell you what to do next.'

‘No change there,' muttered Marie-Rose, glaring at him sideways, her cheeks hectic. Her pupils were even larger than before.

‘You've just earned yourself an extra four strokes of the tawse for being rude,' the doctor replied. He loved it when his sexual partners held back - it made their final submission all the sweeter. And it intensified the number of whacks they received on their cringing flesh.

The woman fell silent as they reached the relevant wall. She looked at him pleadingly.

‘You know what to do,' he said in an unshakeable voice. His phallus twitched into action as she lowered herself across the dyke, still fully clad in her white blouse and navy pencil skirt. She was a handsome woman, well built without being fat. As she bent, the navy material tightened on her nether cheeks, emphasising their mature full roundness. He knew from past punishments that she had equally firm fleshy thighs.

Remembering an altogether more slender and well-toned pair of thighs, Michael glanced back at Lisa's bedroom window. Was she watching? The lower part of her portal was open, so she could probably hear if she so desired.

‘You've brought the Clinic into disrepute, Marie-Rose,' he said, watching her twitch with shame. ‘You've failed in your professional duties.' He smiled as her clothed parts wriggled some more with obvious trepidation. ‘You've left me no option but to administer a sound thrashing to the bare.'

‘Bare? But we're outside,' the receptionist muttered, wriggling some more across the brickwork.

‘Any delay on your part earns you a stricter session,' he warned softly. ‘So raise your skirt.'

‘It's not fair,' the forty year old mumbled.

‘No, it's tan - but it's about to turn scarlet,' the doctor said. He flicked the leather tawse against her skirted hemispheres. ‘And I can only watch it going crimson if it's completely bared.' He waited for a moment as the woman skulked sheepishly against the dyke. ‘And if you don't get your skirt off pronto I'll double the strokes due and turn your arse an ever hotter red.'

As he'd suspected, the threat of further punishment did the trick. ‘Alright. My skirt's coming up,' Marie-Rose gasped, putting her ringless hands quickly backwards. They found a crease halfway down the skirt and grasped it, using the purchase to pull the material up. When she'd finished, Michael stepped closer and folded it over her blouse-clad back so that it wouldn't slip down again. He wanted a smooth bare canvas, demanded that nothing come between her rump and the two tailed tawse.

Which meant that she'd have to pull down her pants forthwith. He flipped the implement against the white cotton expanse. ‘Take your knickers off, my dear. You know I thrash you twice as hard if you keep me waiting.'

‘But Lisa might see,' Marie-Rose whispered, twisting her head round. ‘Or Dania or Bakar.'

‘Yes, they might see - just as you've watched some of them being soundly paddled,' Michael said resolutely. ‘Didn't you spank young Dania just the other week?'

‘But you asked me to!' the receptionist said in a rush, still blushing anew and looking at him pitifully.

‘You didn't exactly spare her, though,' he quickly replied. He gazed at her pantied rear. ‘And now I won't spare you. If you give it, you must be able to take it.' He hit the tawse hard against the grass in an echoing precursor. ‘Pull these pants down now!' Watched as the woman hastened to obey with suddenly clumsy fingers. Saw each centimetre of golden flesh appear. It would soon have an extra glow, an extra warming. Both orbs would radiate a writhing heat.

Marie-Rose pulled her knickers down a quarter of the way. Then she stopped and gazed around, obviously looking for watching staff members.

‘Pants right off, then face the front,' Michael said loudly, still hoping that Lisa might hear. Maybe she'd get so aroused that she'd come down to the garden on some pretext. Maybe she'd spend the night across his knee and in his arms. But for now he had a woman before him that needed chastening. And he had a very strong desire to chastise.

He stared as Marie-Rose uncovered the remainder of her generous nether cheeks. His preference was for punishing small, taut, high bums. Sometimes, though, it was nice to have a swing at a larger backside. Especially one which hadn't been punished for a month or two, and which quivered visibly as he raised the long leather tawse...

‘Dear me, your arse knows it's been bad. It's all a tremble before I've even touched it,' he said mockingly. Was pleased to see the darkening early signs of arousal on the woman's pubic crease. By the time he'd finished whipping her nates, her sex would be liquid excitement. Her clit would try to get closer to him even as her derriere begged for forgiveness, for release.

The forty year old had left her knickers bunched at the top of her thighs. Michael surveyed the scene. Sometimes he liked the panties left there, further underlining the area to be corrected. Tonight, though, he wanted a completely clear canvas on which to emblazon the tawse.

‘Drag your pants down to your ankles,' he said. He stared as she edged the white cotton to her knees, then let gravity take the garment the rest of the way till it rested on the grassy surface. Now she was ready to take the long thick leather implement on her defenceless cheeks. ‘It's been a long time since you tasted this, my dear,' he murmured. ‘Just recently you've been getting off with some mild spankings. But the lack of discipline has obviously affected your decision-making, so the tawse will put things right.'

He lined the two-tailed punisher up with the centre swell of her backside, then laid it on smartly. Marie-Rose had tensed up as he pulled his arm back, but now that the tawse had made contact she visibly relaxed. She'd taken the four-tailed version several times - once after a long hard spanking. He knew that it would take repeated whackings before she fully responded to this two-tailed tawse.

But that was what he wanted; to spend a very long time punishing her helpless hemispheres. It was therapy for him. It was equally cathartic for her. The fact that she'd submitted to being chastened out here in the open air would bring them closer. Though not as close as he'd felt to Lisa before she'd betrayed...

‘I'm going to dole out ten strokes of the tawse then we'll have a little chat,' he said, brandishing the leather implement over her soft beige flesh again.

‘Oh, I like our little chats,' Marie-Rose said acerbically. In the early stages of arousal he knew that she spoke with the heaviest sarcasm. Then, as the heat in her bottom intensified, she became more amenable, more compliant, even coy.

‘Verbal cheek gets taken out on posterior cheeks,' he warned, before brandishing the tawse above her thighs for a tension-lengthening moment. He glanced back for a final time at Lisa's open bedroom window; she should be the one writhing under each whack. If only he could tan her arse for causing him mental anguish, for committing adultery. Punish and pleasure her till her whip-based and orgasmic squeals merged into one.

But he had to live for the moment, and that meant disciplining his receptionist. Her bent-over buttocks looked helplessly exciting. He'd take her to her sexual heights by forcing her spirit to the depths with his dominant words and acts.

‘This roasting will teach you to think about cause and effect,' he murmured sagely.

‘Oh, I thought it was meant to empty your balls, sir.' the receptionist parried in a breathless voice. She made as if to move her legs a little closer, but her high heels had sunk into the recently-watered grassy ground.

‘A well brought up Maltese lady shouldn't talk like that,' he admonished, slapping the tawse against his leg in a noisy warning.

‘A learned English gentleman shouldn't act this way,' his long-term lover replied. She looked back at him, her eyes wide with daring. She always loved to goad him on, even if she was ambivalent about the resulting severe strokes.

‘Ten of the tawse coming up,' he reminded her coolly. Then he raised the strap and slapped it across the lower portion of her cheeks. Marie-Rose jerked forward a little way as the tawse licked the sensitive undercurve. But the wall was obviously ungiving and held her squirming round belly in place. ‘Don't wriggle without permission,' Michael ordered. He laid the tawse hard upon the centre twice in quick succession, then repeated the whacking slightly further down. He kept the leather away from her thighs as a tawsing there was painful but unerotic. And he made sure that he didn't whack the area at the top of her bum near her spine. That still left him a large fleshy expanse to lick into action. ‘I'm going to thrash you till you squeal for mercy,' he said, watching the twin tails bite into both disarmed globes again.

‘You're in for a long night, then,' Marie-Rose quipped.

When he'd finished laying on the ten strokes he could see that she was nowhere near true submission. ‘Lisa's looking out of her window. She's laughing at you,' he lied. Watched the woman's reddening rump tense and untense in a sudden agony of uncertainty. Knew that she couldn't quite bring herself to look round.

‘Don't care,' she muttered. ‘Bet you've disciplined her.'

‘Yes,' he murmured, ‘but not in a public setting. Not where Bakar, Dania, Jamilla, Carmen and Ria can see.' He stared with fascination as a trail of liquid lust made its ponderous way from the woman's sex onto the grass beneath her. Then he raised the implement of her torment again. ‘I'm going to concentrate on the tender underside from now on,' he said softly. ‘And I'm not going to stop till you've really learned your lesson. Oh sweetheart, you can't believe how much it's going to sting!'

This time he whacked the leather against her more rapidly than he ever had before. He watched the visible change in her flesh as the heat began to build; first pink then red then redder.

‘Ah, ow,' Marie-Rose grunted as the tawse slapped against the delicate crease where arse meets thigh. ‘Ouch!' she added a moment later as the implement seared its way across the deeper downward crease which separated her buttocks. ‘Aah!' she gasped as he tawsed that sensitive furrow yet again.

‘Surely you're not whining yet?' he taunted softly. ‘After all, you said that you could bear being tanned all night.'

Silence ensued. The woman before him twitched and whimpered. ‘I meant what I said. I can take it,' Marie-Rose eventually gasped out.

‘Glad to hear it,' Michael said. ‘The rest of the staff are just beginning to enjoy your squirming.' He watched the colour spread over the back of her neck and knew that her face was a similar shame-filled shade. ‘Time I put that nice plump cushion under your belly,' he added softly. ‘So that your bum sticks even more fully out.' He picked up the satin-clad square. ‘After all, an arse that's being punished should be a fully raised target. And we want the owner of that bottom to know that she can't escape.'

Feeling his own phallus pulsing, the doctor stepped forward and slid the cushion under Marie-Rose's soft warm tum.

He took his time adjusting it; let his fingers brush her pubis. Smiled to himself as she groaned with growing need.

‘Easy,' he said. ‘I'm installing discipline, remember? You don't get to climax for a very long time.'

‘But it's been so long already,' the receptionist whispered. ‘Since Lisa arrived you've barely...'

‘Any more complaints from you and I'll tie your hands to your bedposts,' Michael said coolly. ‘I'll tease your clit with an artist's brush till you reach the brink but I won't let you come all night.'

He looked round at Lisa's window, hoping that she'd heard the receptionist's words. They were true - since he'd met the herbalist he'd been much less interested sexually in the other staff members. He still loved them and cared for them - but he wanted Lisa on the end of his riding crop and in his bed.