Learning the trade 2

‘Put those on,’ said Mrs Prentice, pointing to a box of clothing on the table. It was a school uniform: white shirt, tie, pleated skirt, blazer and big, regulation knickers. She put the knickers on and looked for a bra. There wasn’t one. She dressed up as a schoolgirl, finishing with a pair of white ankle socks and sensible slip-on shoes. Again she stood there, feeling ridiculous as the flash went off again.

The studio had been set up to resemble an office. Mrs Prentice waved a cane menacingly from behind the desk as the photographer snapped on.

‘Get some shots as she walks towards me, Phil,’ she said as she sat down on a stool and beckoned to Zoë.

Zoë knew what to expect and she walked round the desk and stood next to her boss. The flash was going off almost continuously now. Mrs Prentice pulled Zoë across her knee and put the back of the short pleated skirt over Zoë’s back. She started spanking the schoolgirl over her knickers. Zoë was pleasantly surprised at how much the knickers protected her bum. It didn’t hurt nearly as much as when Master spanked her. She tried to imagine that it was his hand that was smacking her now, instead of this horrid woman.

‘Thank your mistress and beg her to pull yours pants down, so that she can spank you properly,’ said Mrs Prentice.

‘Thank you, Mistress. Please pull my pants down and spank my naughty bottom as hard as it deserves.’ Zoë thought that being servile might make Mistress more lenient.

The older woman eased the pants down to Zoë’s knees and resumed her spanking. It hurt much more now. The spanking got harder and harder with each smack until Zoë started crying. She was made to stand so that her tearful face could be photographed. Mistress ordered her to strip and she did as Phil shot her incremental states of undress with professional zeal.

‘Bend! Touch your toes,’ Mistress commanded.

Zoë did as she was told. Mistress caned her twenty times. Master had never caned her this hard. She soon started to scream and beg for mercy, but to no avail. Mistress was implacable.

When the beating was over, Mistress ordered Zoë to thank Phil for his hard work. When she said ‘Thank you, Phil,’ Mistress explained that this wasn’t good enough. She was ordered to suck him off and swallow his come. Reluctantly, Zoë knelt and obeyed. She swallowed all of Phil’s salty spunk, fearing a further beating if she didn’t.

‘Now thank your mistress, slut.’

Mistress was standing and had pulled her tight skirt up. She was wearing stockings and suspenders but no panties. Zoë was horrified. She knew what she had to do, but hated the thought of performing a lesbian act. Fear overcame reluctance and she crawled to Mistress and started to kiss and lick her sex.

‘Stick your tongue in me. Suck your mistress’s clit, Slave. Lick harder, you filthy lezzie.’

Zoë obeyed these orders as best she could. Eventually, Mistress grabbed her head and pressed her pelvis forward. She pushed Zoë away.

Zoë dressed and went back to work. From that day forward, Mistress caned her every Friday in the office, usually with some of her colleagues watching her humiliation. Sometimes Mistress fingered her and allowed her to come. Sometimes, she even came just from being caned. She found out that Mistress caned nearly all of her employees. Zoë had to watch them being punished. A few weeks after Mistress entrapped her, she came to work to find photographs of her schoolgirl session plastered all over reception. She thought again of her father and her friends seeing them. Some of her male colleagues made obscene suggestions about her within her earshot throughout the week.

Sometimes, after her regular Friday punishment, Mistress took her home with her for the weekend. Mistress and her guests abused her in various ways, day and night. She got accustomed to the beatings. She recognized another woman who came to the house to be beaten and abused. It was the woman who had interviewed her when she first applied for the job. Her name was Julie. Zoë had replaced her. The only thing she was never allowed was to feel a man’s prick inside her. She missed that, but gradually grew more and more servile. Mistress used to fuck her with a strap-on dildo at weekends. It was the nearest she’d get to being fucked by a man. She grew to like it. Her mistress loved her ─ loved her enough to want to fuck her. Within six months, Zoë was Mistress’s willing, obedient and doting slave.

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