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‘Pull your clothes up properly, you shameless tart,’ barked the older woman.

Geoff did this as best he could with his cuffed hands. Mrs Prentice came round the desk again and grabbed him by the scrotum as she handed Zoë some keys. ‘Cuff her hands behind her.’

Zoë unlocked the cuffs, and Geoff put his hands obligingly behind him when Mrs Prentice squeezed his balls harder. Zoë clicked the cuffs onto his wrists. Mrs Prentice pulled the dress down and Geoff – or was it Tania – felt a little more respectable. If only that girl hadn’t seen his humiliation. She was drop dead gorgeous and he would have loved to have had the chance to chat her up as a normal man might. She’d think of him like this now. She probably thought he was just a sad pervert.

‘Stand there,’ barked Mrs Prentice, pointing to the corner of the desk to Geoff’s right.

As he obeyed, she walked over to the younger woman and, to Geoff’s surprise put her hand up the girl’s dress. The girl didn’t move.

‘Zoë likes watching naughty girls spanked and caned, don’t you Zoë?’ asked the older woman. ‘Your cunt’s wet, you dirty lesbian slut. You’ve been think your filthy queer thoughts again haven’t you?’

‘I’m sorry, Mistress,’ said the girl. ‘I’ve been naughty and deserve to be punished’.

Giles could feel the fluid leaking from his prick and making his knickers wet at the front. He hoped the wetness wouldn’t show through his dress.

‘Over the desk!’ shouted Mrs Prentice.

The girl did as she had been instructed and then slowly pulled her dress up to her waist, revealing a taut bottom. She spread her legs wide apart and lay waiting. She was gripping the edge of the desk tightly and Geoff saw her knuckles whiten.

Mrs Prentice stood facing Geoff as she gave the girl six hard stokes of the cane. Zoë counted each stroke out loud, ending with ‘Six. Thank you, Mistress’.

‘Stand in the corner. Face the wall.’

Zoë got up stiffly and held her dress up so that her bottom and her neatly trimmed pubes were visible. Geoff saw that she was crying. She went to the filing cabinet in the opposite corner and stood facing it, still holding up the dress. Geoff could see the livid red stripes that the cane had left on her bottom.

Turning to Geoff, Mrs Prentice said ‘so now you begin to understand how it feels to be a slave, to be punished and dominated by your cruel Mistress, Tania. You feel helpless and humiliated. You love your Mistress though. You want her to spank you across her knees next time you’re a naughty girl, don’t you, you shameless hussy? You want to thank her and kiss her shoes.’

Geoff stared at his feet.

‘On your knees and thank your Mistress. Now, slut!’ she shouted at him.

Geoff did feel helpless in the cuffs and the tight dress and high heels. He knelt and started kissing the domineering woman’s shoes, over and over again. She bent forward as he did this and unlocked his handcuffs.

‘Get up slave,’ she said, ‘and get out of my sight. I want to think up your next punishment.’

Geoff got to his feet. Mrs Prentice was holding out his coat and bag. He took them silently and left the room. Tania’s scanty knickers felt sopping wet as s/he walked to the Underground.

When Geoff got home, he stripped and examined his bum before dressing. It was badly marked and very sore. He cooked dinner and went to the pub, where he stood at the bar – not wanted to sit down if he could help it. Mentally, he vowed never to do anything like that again. The cruel bitch had tricked him. He’d avoid going to that office again if he could help it. He’d write no more porn.

That night he dreamed of Zoë. Mistress was caning her. Now he was fucking her from behind as she lay across a massive desk that seemed to extend to the horizon. But it wasn’t Zoë. He was pumping frantically in and out of Mrs Prentice, who was moaning with pleasure. Zoë was caning him from behind.

He woke to feel the wetness of his ejaculation underneath him. He moved to another part of the bed and went back to sleep. The dreams continued all week and he also found himself daydreaming at work about both the dreams and the things that had actually been done to him. In one dream, he was Tania. She was working as Mrs Prentice’s secretary. Mistress was telling her off sternly and threatening to send her away if she wasn’t a good girl. Tania was crying – as was Geoff when he awoke.

On Wednesday, it just got too much. In the evening, Geoff called the mobile number that was on Mrs Prentice’s business card. Her voice answered. ‘Yes!’

There was traffic noise in the background.

Geoff spoke in a high voice. ‘It’s Tania, Mistress. I’ve been a very naughty girl, Mistress. I’m sorry, Mistress, I just wanted to tell you – just wanted to hear your voice. I–’

Mistress interrupted. ‘Very well, Tania. Be at my office at five on Friday. That’s an order’. She rang off.

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