To Seek a Master (28 page)

There were no more noises, and after a while she slumped back into her curled up position, hugging her knees. Her bottom had been delightfully warm when he’d first locked her up, and
she’d
brought herself off under her fingers almost immediately, in a kneeling position with her knickers pulled down at the back and her skirt turned up, fully aware of the watching camera. Charles either hadn’t been watching or had simply ignored her, much to her chagrin, and after a while she had tidied herself up and settled down to wait.

Now, as she rolled onto her back, she thought about playing with herself again, simply for something to do, but no sooner had she let her thighs come open and begun to stroke the front of her knickers than she heard footsteps on the landing. Turning quickly over, she got onto all fours, waiting as the key was turned in the padlock. The door swung open to reveal Charles, grinning wickedly as he looked down at her.

‘Good girl, Laura. It’s nice to be welcomed.’

Only then did Laura realise that she had reacted precisely as Smudge did to her own return at the end of the day. She found herself blushing and smiling as Charles unlocked the cage, and as she crawled out he tousled her hair.

‘Maybe I’ll take you up on the idea of keeping you as a pet, darling. For the moment, I have something else in mind, so into the bedroom with you and tidy yourself up. Don’t rush, because I want you at your best.’

‘Yes, sir.’

A pat on her bottom sent Laura on her way, to where she had laid out her weekend suitcase by Charles’ bed. He had gone back downstairs, still grinning, making her wonder what he was going to do as she brushed out her hair and adjusted her makeup. Certain it would involve her exposure, and fairly sure they would be going outside, she made a brief trip to the bathroom and changed into fresh knickers, all the while with her imaginings growing more vivid. After a moment of hesitation she took her bra off, deliberately opening up yet more possibilities for embarrassment and exposure, then went downstairs.

Charles was in his study, seated at his desk but with the chair half turned so that he could face the open door. Laura entered, feeling a little unsure of herself as she went to stand in front of him, but he merely looked her up and down before giving an approving nod.

‘Pretty, and also smart, as a young woman should be. Don’t you agree, Hazel?’

Laura spun around, her mouth coming open in shock as she realised that they were not alone in the room. Beside the door, seated on a high-backed chair upholstered in green leather, was Hazel Manston-Jones, as immaculate as ever, if not more so, with her hair up in a tight bun, her body looking impossibly slender and elegant in a bright red skirt suit, one long leg thrown across the other and her feet encased in smart black heels.

‘What are … how did you get here, Hazel?’

‘By car, you silly girl. Charles invited me over.’

‘But you’ve never met!’

‘As a matter of fact we have, although I was a little taken aback at first, I admit, but he’s very charming, and persuasive. He called me on your mobile.’

‘So …’

Laura trailed off, glancing from one to the other, a wild, terrifying hope rising in her head. Charles smiled as if reading her thoughts, then spoke.

‘Yes, I felt that in the circumstances it was reasonable to give Hazel a call, although I’d really only intended to pave the way for a surprise at some time in the future. However, as it happens she has the strength of character to know her own mind and not need coaxing, so she drove over. We’ve been having a little chat since she arrived, and I’m pleased to say that we’ve managed to find some common ground.’

‘You have?’

‘Yes. I thought we might when I recognised her in your photo. She wasn’t entirely frank with you about the sort of clubs she and her ex-boyfriend had been visiting either. Some were swingers clubs, others rather different, which makes her the ideal person for this. I’ve made one or two small alterations, by the way.’

He had picked up a document from his desk, her contract.

‘Hazel has kindly agreed to witness our signatures, and to lend an occasional hand with your discipline. Hazel is going to spank you, Laura, once a week, circumstances permitting, in front of me, and on your bare bottom.’

Laura’s legs seemed to have been turning slowly to jelly as he spoke, but she managed to take the contract from him, holding it between trembling fingers but barely seeing the words. There were now three spaces at the bottom, the first for Charles, the second for her and the third for Hazel, as witness. Charles spoke again.

‘Otherwise it is much the same, but if you’d like to read it through?’

‘No, I …’

‘Read it, Laura.’

She tried, hurrying over the words, but they were as before and she stopped before she’d reached the bottom of the page. Charles was offering her a pen, which she took. Going to the desk, she signed, as neatly as she could. He took the contract in turn, marking the line above his name with an elegant flourish. As he passed the simple piece of paper back, Laura felt as if something had changed within her and as she passed it to Hazel she found herself wanting to curtsey. She watched as Hazel signed, then returned the paper to the desk, feeling excited and expectant, also scared as Charles went on.

‘You said you wanted to make this occasion special, and so it shall be.’

He had opened the draw of his desk as he spoke. Within was a collar, flat and about an inch wide, made of five rows of polished steel links. There was a small padlock at the front, which he opened, then stood up as he spoke once more.

‘Collars come in many varieties, velvet for some, a steel torque for others. For you, I made a trip to the pet shop. Lift your chin.’

Laura obeyed, holding her head up to allow him to encircle her neck with the metal band. It felt cool and heavy, but her feelings went far beyond the simple reality of having a collar around her neck. She was now owned, his to do with as he pleased. For one long, blissful moment she could think of nothing else, until Hazel clapped, breaking the spell.

‘That was beautiful. Now that she’s collared, can I spank her?’

Charles made a suave gesture.

‘Certainly, my dear. Laura, go over the Lady’s knee.’

‘Yes, sir.’

Charles could not have been more casual, smiling happily as he turned his chair to get the best possible view. Laura’s feelings were anything but calm, fear and embarrassment bringing her close to panic despite the power of her arousal. Hazel adjusted her legs to make a lap for Laura, patting her skirt as she spoke.

‘I’m going to enjoy this. Come on, Laura, over you go.’

Laura had gone into automatic as she moved forwards, scarcely able to accept what she was doing as she laid herself into spanking position across the other woman’s legs. Hazel wasted no time, immediately taking a firm grip and laying her hand across Laura’s bottom, at which Charles spoke again.

‘Bare, naturally.’

Hazel had begun to squeeze Laura’s bottom through her skirt as she replied.

‘Yes, of course, but I like to expose them gradually.’

Charles gave a light chuckle and the blood rushed to Laura’s face, not only for the embarrassment of having her bottom fondled by another woman, but at the realisation that she was not the first. Yet she could not bring herself to resist, or to complain, even as Hazel’s touch grew more intimate still, cupping the cheeks of Laura’s bottom as if about to push a finger between. Then the caresses stopped and her dress was lifted.

Laura closed her eyes, her whole existence focused on her exposure, picturing herself as her dress was raised, first to reveal the upper parts of her seamed stockings, then the bulges of soft white flesh above, her suspender straps, and last the swell of her bottom, now covered only by the tight black lace of her knickers. With the dress turned up on Laura’s back, Hazel spoke again.

‘Pretty panties, and a lovely round little bum. Stockings and suspenders too, I see. You’ve trained her well, Charles.’

‘She was always a stockings girl, stay-ups generally, but usually seamed. It was one of the first things I noticed about her.’

‘When I met her first I thought she was a complete innocent.’

‘Oh no. A little naïve, maybe, but not innocent.’

‘So you were saying! Aren’t you a bad girl, Laura?’

Laura made to reply, increasingly alarmed by their conversation, but Hazel had begun to caress her bottom again and now delivered a sudden, sharp smack as she spoke again.

‘Very bad, so very, very bad! You really deserve this, don’t you?’

‘I don’t know! I …’

Hazel had begun to spank, applying herself firmly to the seat of Laura’s knickers with smack after smack, and all the while admonishing her.

‘An absolute disgrace, in fact. One of the naughtiest girls I’ve ever come across, and believe me, I’ve come across some who needed their bottoms smacked night and day, but you, Laura, you need it done on the hour.’

Laura could no longer answer, her legs kicking as she lost control to the stinging pain of the slaps, her mouth agape and her hips wriggling in a futile effort to dodge Hazel’s hand. Charles was watching in open delight, his face not merely wicked but rendered demonic by the scarlet light of the afternoon sun, and as Hazel paused Laura found herself babbling an appeal.

‘I haven’t been that bad, have I Charles?’

He chuckled.

‘I rather think Hazel is referring to your little piece of self-indulgence earlier in the week.’

It took Laura a moment to realise what he meant.

‘You didn’t tell her!?’

It was Hazel who replied, laughing as she once more set about Laura’s bottom.

‘Oh yes he did, but don’t worry. I don’t mind. I think you’re a slut, and a dirty bitch, but I don’t mind, just as long as I get to take it out on your bouncy little bottom.’

‘Oh God!’

Laura’s face was burning, and felt as hot as her bottom, her embarrassment made worse by Hazel’s open laughter and continued taunting.

‘Oh yes, you know you deserve it, don’t you, Laura? On the hour every hour, skirt up and panties down – speaking of which.’

The spanking stopped. Laura froze as the waistband of her knickers was taken in Hazel’s hand, lifted, then pulled back, peeling the lacy black garment slowly down to let the air to her burning rear cheeks, and to show her off to her tormentors,
first
the tight pink knot of her anus, the full spread of her bottom, then the pouted lips of her sex. Now bare, Laura began to sob, overcome by her emotions. As her knickers were adjusted to halfway down her thighs she had hung her head, completely surrendered to her fate. Hazel spoke again.

‘That’s better, isn’t it, Laura, all bare, just the way you should be.’

Hazel’s grip tightened and the spanking started again, harder than before, to send Laura into a kicking, wriggling frenzy and to set her squealing, at which Charles spoke up.

‘If you want to gag her, make her take her knickers in her mouth.’

‘I like to hear her, thanks, but I might do that anyway, in a while.’

‘As you please, but one refinement you might enjoy is to lift her dress. There’s something wonderfully unnecessary about bare breasts during a spanking. Her bottom has to be bare, naturally, but to bare her breasts is pure indulgence.’

‘And very undignified. Come on, Laura, lift up a little. We want to see your titties.’

Laura complied, unable to do otherwise, raising her body a little as her dress was tucked up around her neck, exposing her breasts to Charles’ view, and to Hazel’s touch, one slender hand cupping a dangling ball just long enough to feel the shape and weight.

‘She’s quite big, isn’t she?’

Charles didn’t answer, watching intently as Hazel went back to spanking Laura. The slaps were no longer as hard, and delivered lower, pushing to Laura’s sex and reminding her forcefully of Hazel’s liking for other women. She knew she was wet anyway, the scent of her arousal strong in the air, and it was no use trying to pretend that the spanking was purely for discipline, or purely for Charles. Already she wanted to
masturbate
in front of both of them, adding confusion and fresh shame to her woes as the spanking continued.

‘Give in to your feelings, Laura.’

It was Charles, his voice a little hoarse, even he no longer able to be detached. With that Laura gave in, pushing her bottom up to the smacks as she burst into tears, now completely abandoned to her fate. She knew they’d organised it and that punishing her was making Hazel excited, but it didn’t matter. Charles owned her, and what he wanted was good. Hazel gave a little purr at Laura’s acquiescence, almost a growl, and spoke as she stopped.

‘Let’s finish you off.’

Laura knew what she meant, but made no attempt to resist, either as her knickers were hauled off and pushed tightly into her mouth, or as Hazel began to touch her once again, this time without holding back. Her mouth had come wide around her mouthful of satin and lace as her breasts were squeezed and slapped, her nipples pulled to erection and clawed nails raked across her skin, all the while with her bottom pushed high as slap after slap rained down on her cheeks. She tried to put a hand back, no longer able to resist her need, but it was slapped away.

‘That’s my job, I think, Laura.’

Hazel’s hand found Laura’s sex, reaching under her belly to masturbate her as she was spanked and pinched, her bottom hole tickled and her vagina penetrated, bringing her feelings up to ecstasy in no time and quickly tipping her over the edge into a writhing, gasping orgasm that finished only when Hazel suddenly let go. Laura tumbled to the floor, legs wide as she sprawled at their feet. Charles was looking down at her and she quickly spat out her knickers, offering her open mouth. He merely shook his head and pointed to Hazel.

Laura turned, to find Hazel tugging up her skirt. She was
bare
underneath, and shaved, her neat pink sex wet with arousal. Laura swallowed. Hazel extended a finger, beckoning. Laura cast a glance to Charles. He rose, took her firmly by the scruff of the neck and walked her forwards. Hazel purred as she let her legs come fully wide, fully exposing her sex and the tiny pink wrinkle of her anus as well. Charles spoke, his tone allowing for no resistance.