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Room 101: Part Two
The door closed with a thud which made Jody jump from the bed, wide-eyed, trying to cover herself up with her hands in front of her.
Tall and dark, Richard Wharton glanced around the room, annoyed to see his bag open and his things in disarray on the bed. He looked at the flushing face of the girl, down to her knees where her knickers were bunched up, up to her hands which hovered nervously in front of her pubic area. Back to the bed where the other girl sat, smirking, half sitting on one of his straps.
Just that morning he'd spent a happy hour with his partner bound and gagged on the bed while he strapped, whipped and caned her. She'd gone off with a secret smile on his face and he'd enjoyed his day all the better for his morning exercise.
"What the hell is going on here?"
Sadie stood up and made a mock curtsey, "Sorry sir, we were just tidying your room and we got a little carried away. You really shouldn't carry luggage like this around with you, you know."
"It was in the wardrobe, where you have no right to look."
Jody was in the process of pulling up her knickers but was stopped by a quickly barked instruction in her direction.
"You, girl. Strip. Everything off."
"But ...".
"NOW."
With trembling hands she obeyed, removing all her garments until she stood completely naked and defenceless. Richard smiled appreciately. A nice body, he thought. Wide hips, pert little breasts. Innocent little face.
"Turn around."
Jody bit her lip and turned around, aware that her bottom must still be pink from her spanking.
"You've been a naughty girl, I can see. Naughty girls should be punished, don't you think?"
"Yes ... I suppose so."
"Yes. Stand in the corner over there, facing the wall. I'll deal with you later."
He watched her go, the pink flush on her bottom contrasting beautifully with the white skin of the rest of her body.
Sadie sniggered and strutted over to Richard. "You want to watch her, sir. A right little bad 'un. Never could keep her hands to herself."
"The same goes for you, I imagine." He turned to regard her more fully.
She was about to walk away when she felt a firm grip on her shoulder, propelling her over to the bed.
"Get off me!"
Richard was now exasperated. His afternoon plans had been disrupted. His partner was out shopping, and these two girls were cluttering up his room, the sweet and quiet one standing in the corner, naked and available as he had requested; and this girl, smirking at him. A right little brat.
He pulled her down beside him and across his lap. Her kicking and squirming, protesting, was no match for his strong left arm which pinned her down with a practised touch in the small of her back. He pulled down her knickers with such force that he heard them tear, and heard her swear at him for ruining 'a decent pair'.
A nice little bottom, he thought, wondering if this would be the first time a man had taken over over his knee for discipline. Trying out a sharp smack her wail of protest hinted that it might well be a new experience for her. Good. One slap after another turned her bottom cheeks to pink and then to ruby red as he prolonged the spanking. Sadie swore, struggled, even tried to bite him at one point. What a little witch, he thought. He'd enjoy really making her suffer.
Finally as she quietened and laid limp across him, he let his hand rest on her burning skin, which looked very sore indeed.
"Get up, girl. Behave yourself."
Sadie stood up, looking a little subdued but with traces of defiant fire still burning in her eyes. He'd have to do something about that.
"Get those clothes off and stand in the corner, there."
He watched her strip, then walk across and stand beside Jody. Ah yes, the other girl. Richard picked up the whippiest of his canes and tapped it lightly against her bottom.
"Come here, girl."
Jody moved across to the bed and stood in front of him. Something was dancing in her eyes - excitement? exultation? fear? He wished he could define it.
"Bend over the bed. Legs apart. Now."
She glanced over at where Sadie stood with her back to them, bottom flaming, and shoulders shaking with silent tears, and obediently bent over.
What a pearl, thought Richard. A beautiful young girl with an equally beautiful young bottom, ready for him to make his mark. He knew this was her first caning, and although she deserved every stroke, he would make it so memorable she would lie awake at night longing to feel the wood cutting into her again.
With a whoosh and a crack, the cane cut into her, leaving a red weal which immediately bloomed into her pink skin. He heard her gasp and wince, clenching her bottom together in reaction to the pain. Richard liked to see the effect every time; he never got bored with it.
In quick succession, five more strokes followed, close upon each other, leaving a neat sequence of lines across her peachy bottom. How he longed to bend and kiss it, to fondle it, feel the ridges and the heat generated by them.
"Six more, girl, and you will count each one."
"Yes. Yes ... sir."
The first one was considerably harder than the first six, making Jody cry out in pain and move out of position, composing herself enough to count and thank him for the stroke.
She's a natural, he thought. An absolute natural.
The process was repeated another four times, with the same performance each time, the audible cry of pain, the composure, the counting.
The last stroke must always be harder than the others, he thought to himself, and summoned up all his strength to bring the cane down on her unprotected bottom. Jody squealed and fell down onto the bed, sobbing.
"What number, girl?"
"Twelve ... sorry sir, that was twelve. Thank you." he heard through her frantic crying.
"Good girl," Richard knelt down behind her and kissed each of her bottom cheeks, rubbing her back as he did so. What a pretty girl, lovely. "you can stand up and dress yourself now."
Now for the other girl.
"Now it is your turn ... over here, girl."
Sadie walked downwards him and stood, sulkily, waiting for instructions. She was furious at being manhandled and spanked like a child with Jody standing there listening to all of it.
"Lie down on the bed. On your back."
"I will not!"
She found herself picked up and thrown down on to the bed, with his hands pulling up her legs high up, revealing not only her bottom but her vulva and other secret areas as well. She blushed at the thought of what he could see, and was more than aware of him having a good look.
Richard reached across and found the wooden paddle, deep within the bag. This would be fun.
Sadie burst into tears at the first stroke of the paddle across her still sore bottom, already stinging from the hand spanking she had endured earlier. This hard thud was more than she could bear at the moment, but she knew that the attack was only just beginning.
His grip on her legs was tight, and she could tell he had more than enough strength to master her. Best to give in and let him than to fight and be left in a mass of bruises and unable to sit for a week.
She lost count of how many times the wooden paddle and her body met together with an echoing sound which could surely be heard all the way down the corridor.
Eventually she was released and lay back on the bed, her hot bottom burning against the cool bed-cover.
Jody had turned round and her eyes met Sadie's. Both girls were of one mind as they leapt on Richard, sitting astride him, pinning him to the bed, clicking on the handcuffs.
"Now it's time for our fun, Mister," said Sadie, her hands straying down to unbuckle his belt.
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Posted: 10:29 PM, Dec. 9, 2006 |
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