Skirt Lifted Vol. 2 (3 page)

Buck picked up his cadence, London began to
reach an unwelcome orgasm. She didn't want to cum, she had no
desire to award this boy, hardly older than her, for his whipping
her raw. Yet London couldn't control her body. As the bite of the
switch whisked over a very red, sore bottom flesh, slender welts
crossed over the broad bruises from the razor strap. London
climaxed, despite herself, knowing that Buck could see pussy juices
dribble down her thigh.

He continued to torment her with the switch.
That bothered London, not so much because of the unbearable pain,
that had turned into a fire, but that Buck didn't appear to get any
sexual satisfaction from whipping her to orgasm.

London said, teeth gritted. “Fuck me!”

Buck didn't catch on.

“Buck, take me dammit!”

“Watch that mouth young lady.”

Frustrated London whimpered. “I want you to
fuck me. Don't you want me?”

“You're a very gorgeous woman London,” Buck
admitted. “But this was not a prelude to intercourse. It wouldn't
be fair to Rebecca if I gave you pleasure, when all she gets is a
sore butt and time out on the porch. Not that I wouldn't mind it,
that's a very bangable ass.” Certainly his cock wanted nothing more
than to thrust between those wet pussy lips. Buck knew he'd never
be able to hide the bulge under his jeans. He restated:“This was
punishment.”

With one final smack to each buttock cheek,
Buck undid London from her restraints. It became clear that London
would never make the walk back to the main house, so he scooped her
up into his arms, panties dangled wantonly off one leg. The whole
way back to the house, London nestled her head on Buck's broad
shoulder, not caring the least that all the farm hands watched as
he gently placed her in the same corner on the porch where Rebecca
had stood.

Bare, bruised ass out for everyone to gawk
at, London had to keep herself from reaching down and pleasuring
herself. She couldn't shake the thought of Buck fucking her. Damn!
His denial of her wants was just one more punishment!

[Tanith Cofler & Pippa Harrington 21 And
Kaela Rogers 28]

When she opened the supply room door, located
down a lengthy unfrequented hallway of Regency PR firm, Tanith just
about gasped at what she beheld inside the supply closet: The sight
of her utterly gorgeous boss Kaela Rogers, her shoulder length
honey-colored hair in disarrangement, with one stocking-clad leg
twisted around the lower body of Regency’s supply clerk, and her
pencil skirt lifted to display elegant mint green lace knickers.
Yet it wasn't the office foreplay which Tanith Cofler interrupted
midway through that most intrigued her. Rather, she nearly gasped
upon spying the telltale signs of cane marks on Kaela's lower
thigh, which she noted, the older woman quickly hid away by
smoothing her black skirt back down to her knees.

“Tanith,” said Kaela surprisingly composed,
yet flushed, and not just from the heavy petting which had been
going on inside this small room only seconds before. It was all too
obvious that her personal assistant noticed the welts which her mum
had recently laid down across her ass. What to say about those?
“Jack and I were... We were organizing the paper reams. Yes that's
it,” she added confidently. “The paper's a damnable mess.”

“Right Miss Rogers.” Tanith replied in as
formal a manner that she could muster, which wasn't all that much,
given those welts she spotted on Kaela's thigh. How'd she get them?
Tanith speculated, did her boy toy do the deed? No, Kaela wasn't
seeing anyone. Certainly not Jack, which had to be a spur of the
moment thing. And then it dawned on her.
No way!
Tanith
thought, but kept an evil grin from breaking out on her face...

At least until she and Kaela were by
themselves to talk about it.

Sensing Tanith had more she wanted to say,
and wracking her brain for some sort of less humiliating
explanation for her welts, Kaela grabbed onto her brunette PA's
arm, walked quickly down the hallway with Tanith toward her office
where they could talk without disturbance, only giving a moment to
shoot a hot smile toward Jack, who stood in the supply room,
looking hapless, like a puppy, plus a little confused and
disappointed that he didn't get to fuck his hot boss.

“Look Tanith – “

“You get the cane.” Tanith stated.

“Ah... well you see, I still live at home.”
Kaela began, almost tripping over each word. “Mum's kind of
strict.” Probably an understatement. “You know that ankle bracelet
I showed you at the party? It was my mum's I broke the clasp –
“

Tanith held up her hand to stop Kaela's
rambling explanation. “Kaela, I understand,” she said
sympathetically. “More than you guess.” She smiled. “I'm no
stranger to the cane.”

“Oh,” Kaela said.

“Actually,” Tanith explained, her hand moved
to the seat of her tan skirt. “I'm in for what my mum call's 'a
proper toe-curling'. See, I came home rather sloshed the other
night, too much wine.” She bit her lip. “Mum didn't care for it,
rung up Uncle Callum, told him to expect me at his flat in order to
get twelve of the best.”

“Ouch!”

“The way Uncle Callum canes, I shan’t be able
to sit tomorrow.”

“Been there, done that. I'm a little amused
you've never noticed me coming into work with a hot seat before.
Sometimes it’s been difficult to conceal. Keeps me wandering about
the office – Kinda like today.” Then Kaela explained. “That thing
with me, and Jack, I'm hot and bothered from mum's thrashing,
needed to have a cock between my legs.” She grinned. Oh how she
needed Jack between her legs. “Anyway, I think Jack was...
intrigued by my cane marks. I know he smacked my ass to test it
out. I'll have to make it up to him later.”

“You're turned on by the cane? It hurts so
damn much.” Tanith complained. “Can't say it does anything for me
sexually. If I could avoid it, I would. Which I suppose is the
point, not to do stuff that gets me caned. I can't help it, I'm a
brat.”

Kaela felt all sisterly. It felt good to talk
about this with another girl. “My mum canes something fierce, we
even have a special chair.” She scrunched up her pretty little
nose. “Yes, I suppose it does turn me on. Or at least a good solid
spanking does. Mum's last go with the rattan got me all wet, not
that I wanted it to, my body betrayed me. Luckily Jack seems more
than willingly to help get me off.” She said dreamily. “Nice
boy.”

“I have a thought.” Tanith extended to Kaela.
“Would you be interested in driving me to Uncle Callum's for my
thrashing?” She hesitated while trying to figure out how to put it.
“It’s like this, Callum sort of has this thing going, where he
disciplines girls, young women. The neighbor's daughter upstairs,
Jaylin, a few of my friends, that sort of thing. I think he's got a
website:
The Care, and Discipline of Wayward Young
Women
, or some such thing.”

Naughty notions in her head caused that urge
which did not get sated between her legs to now become incredibly
bothersome.
Note to self
, Kaela thought.
Google that
website.
The image of her cute curvy brunette twenty-one
year-old personal assistant, obediently bent over for the cane
wouldn't vanish from her mind. Tanith hid a nice spankable ass
under her skirt. “You mean, you want me to sit in on your
discipline session?”

“Ah sure, why not? I mean, you can
relate.”

Tanith, and Kaela walked into quite a scene
at Callum Laird's London flat. Nice shapely bared female buttocks,
with yellow thong pushed down at ankle level greeted the women as
they opened the door. The young woman's navy blue business skirt
had been hiked up to midpoint of her cotton candy pink blouse
where, bent as she was, her tits threatened to pop out. Elbows
positioned uncertainly on the seat of a chair, fingertips pointed
forward. The girl's chestnut hair, done up in a sensible bun at the
top of her head made it clear that she had shown up from the office
herself. “Good Tanith,” Callum said not skipping a beat as he
brought his swishy cane downward, followed by an earsplitting yelp
from the girl. “You're right on time, good.” He inspected the new
stripes. “Let me finish up with Pippa.” Then he noticed Kaela for
the first time beside Tanith, grinned. “New recruit?”

“I'm Kaela Rogers, Tanith's boss.”

Callum arched a brow, before he said anything
more to his two new guests, he landed the rattan cane three more
times on Pippa's pert bottom. To be sure, she whined and pleaded
for him to stop. Yet, no appeal for mercy forestalled its horrid
swoosh. “That's it then Pippa, were done.” Callum said, and helped
her up, guided Pippa Harrington over to a spot near the far wall.
“No turning around, or you'll get extra strokes.” Then to Kaela he
remarked. “Poor things first time.” Callum's voice took on a stern
edge. Though she was in need of the cane, a friend's careless
secretary, he didn't have the nerve to do the deed – so, he sent
her my way.”

Tanith, realized that her uncle had completed
thrashing Pippa, and would soon move onto her. She bit her lower
lip, tried not to look directly at him. Luckily for her, his entire
interest seemed to be on Kaela, who he regarded with a severe gaze.
Unconsciously Tanith's hand fell to her bottom. Should she go and
get into position without being ordered to do so? Better to wait
for that dreaded command Tanith guessed, Callum Laird liked his
instructions followed to the letter. When they weren't, things got
harsh.

“You're probably wondering what brings me
here Mr. Laird.”

“Callum will do, Miss Rogers.” A devilish
grin on his face, as if he knew very well what had brought Kaela
here this evening, he confessed. “I've a thought about it.”

“Kaela's OK.” She said casually, thinking
that the older gentleman’s silver hair suited his stern
disposition. The thought occurred to Kaela that he might once have
been a headmaster, back in the old days – 70's and 80's, when use
of the cane remained prevalent in Great Britain. “Mainly it’s just
curiosity, not so much about the cane.” Kaela said as she
nonchalantly lifted her cream colored skirt to show off her own
ridged cane marks. “I'm rather familiar with it.” Admitted Kaela as
she smoothed her hem back into place.

For his part, Callum admired the handiwork of
those welts. “You seem to have a disciplinarian.” The thought
almost made him jealous. This new girl's buttocks looked ripe for
correction, curves in all the right places. “Who caned you?”

“My mum,” answered Kaela, unable to overcome
the impulse to be forthright with this older man. That unresolved
wet urge between her legs got worse as she watched him tap the cane
in his hand. What sort of masochist had she turned into? Or was she
a sadist, jubilantly jumping at the chance to watch as her own
personal assistant's backside got welted? Fuck! She couldn't pull
her gaze away from Callum's stern, ice-blue stare.

Over in the corner, Pippa sniffed, and
whimpered. Apparently the sting in her buttocks had just begun to
catch up with her, she couldn't help but fidget where she stood. In
order to show he meant business, Callum went over and whacked the
secretary’s bared globes with a slipper. Pleased by the yelps which
he elicited, Laird the turned his attention fully onto his naughty
niece. “Now you young lady – Shoe's off!”

Tanith gulped, knelt down to unbuckle her
trendy heels. These were the type of things she worked for,
absurdly expensive, black Qupid Luxe-FLAVIA peep toe bootie's,
which she placed with care beside Pippa's somewhat less
ostentatious (in truth, very practical) pumps next to the wingback
chair which her uncle used for dolling out discipline. Out of
habit, to her great regret Tanith had found herself here too many
times to count, she began to lift up her skirt.

“No.” Callum said. “Unzip it, step out of it.
The blouse also, down to your lingerie.”

Not wishing to risk worse punishment, Tanith
did as she had been instructed, folding her skirt and blouse up,
and then putting them neatly on the back of the wingback chair.

“I think the bra as well.” Callum said to his
niece almost as an afterthought.

Tanith gaped, surprised by the order, but
nevertheless unhooked her blue and gold Curvy Kate bra, she placed
it with the rest of her clothes, which left her in the middle of
the room all but nude, in nothing but nude seamed stockings,
matching panties. Her generous boobs hung out wobbled as Tanith let
out a long sigh.

She started to position herself at the
wingback as usual, but Callum took Tanith by her arm. “Since you
wanted to show off my girl, why don't we let Kaela in on the
fun?”

Kaela, who had been watching Tanith slowly
remove her clothing, memorized blinked, startled.

“Why don't you sit in that chair Kaela.” It
was not a question, but an order that Callum directed at the
honey-blonde who sunk down into the chair, not sure what part she
was meant to play in Tanith's punishment.

Not able to find any words, Kaela gave Tanith
a sorry look. The whole while, unable to not stop admiring those
natural F-Cups that appeared to have a mind of their own. Tanith
was what they called a 'full figured woman'. Though Kaela thought
that almost too cruel a way of putting. Rather, Kaela believed
Tanith to have just the right amount of curves where it counted
best. The girl certainly appeared fit enough, and by no means would
Kaela call Tanith overweight.

Between Kaela's knees, Tanith knelt on a
pillow that Callum had thrown down on the floor, her hands meekly
stayed at her side, she gazed upward at her boss, who managed to
give an encouraging smile at the poor girl.

“Kaela,” Callum commanded sharply. “Take
Tanith's hands. But first, take down her knickers.”