Election Night II - The Count

by Margaret Jane

 

Mr Greer marched Violet towards his car. Having kissed and consoled her he had reverted to his previous stern self.

“Sit still, ankles and knees together, hands demurely clasped in your lap and be quiet.”

She was horrified and thrilled at the same time. She sat with her head dipped, staring at her closed hands and considered her situation. Her bottom was still warm, she didn’t dare shift around in her seat in case it antagonised him further. Undoubtedly she was very turned on and could feel her sex throbbing slightly almost in time with the blood pulsing through her buttocks. She had felt something back in the Hall she had never imagined was possible - an internal melting and a great desire to please this man.

He slowed down for a set of traffic lights. Reaching over he pulled her skirt up and smacked her thigh, she looked up at him, shocked.

“Every time we stop you’ll draw your skirt back so I can slap you.” He commanded “Your childish behaviour warrants a childish punishment Violet.” She shivered at his command but complied with a slight trembling in her hands.

The streets were busy, there was an expected change of government and people were out either celebrating or commiserating. Every time he slowed down there was a considerable risk someone would leer into the car and see her being smacked. By the time they arrived at the election count her right thigh was glowing and she thought her humiliation was complete. She was wrong.

“Okay then Miss O’Keefe I’ll be leaving you under the supervision of a dear friend of mine who has great experience of election counts. You’ll follow her instructions and I don’t expect to hear any complaints about your performance. Any further dereliction of duty will earn you a particularly severe punishment. Do you understand?”

She looked up at him “Yes Sir.” she murmured.

He tipped her chin up and kissed her lightly “Don’t worry, good behaviour is always rewarded Violet, see you conduct yourself well.” He took her elbow and steered her towards the main door.

As Returning Officer he was immediately in demand but he took time to beckon over a statuesque older lady and place Violet in her charge “Jane, this is Violet, she is in disgrace and needs careful supervision - make sure she behaves herself.”

Jane smiled warmly at Violet “Now what did you do to provoke our delightful Returning Officer?” She asked as she led Violet towards a table with ballot boxes piled all around. Violet couldn’t think of anything appropriate to say so remained silent. Jane eyed her knowingly, “I’m afraid we only have these hard wooden chairs and there are certainly no cushions. If you need some relief I suggest you fold your coat to protect your backside.”

Jane walked off and Violet felt an unexpected flash of jealously. This woman obviously knew exactly what had happened to her. Did that mean Mr Greer had done the same to her at some point? Then Violet realised that she couldn’t possibly have been the first female Mr Greer had spanked, while she had no experience she could tell he knew exactly what he was doing. Had he practised on Jane? Again the jealousy spasmed through her.

She had no time to brood though as a ballot box was opened and dumped in front of her and she began to sort them into candidates piles, count them, snap elastic bands and numbers round the bundles of ballots. She thought she was getting on very well. Occasionally one of the candidates representatives would dander past to see how the little piles of ballots were mounting up. Jane sauntered past several times to check she was working hard and each time Violet felt the envy stab at her. This caused her confusion to grow, how could she be jealous of this woman? She didn’t want anything to do with Mr Greer after tonight. She had been stupid and agreed to a punishment to make amends and save her professional reputation but after this count was over, she convinced herself, she would go home and forget the whole thing. And yet, as she watched Jane sashay her way around the huge hall looking content and happy, Violet wondered if she could ever have that degree of self confidence.

It was well after midnight when Violet got the first inkling that something wasn’t right. She saw the Liberal candidate approach Mr Greer. She could see the Returning Officer furrow his brow and then shake his head. He glanced her way and Violet felt a thrill of horror at the look on his face. Mr Greer summoned Jane. They had a hurried conversation and Jane moved towards Violet while Mr Greer pacified the Liberal and then followed her. He soon caught up with Jane and as they approached, Violet heard him say “I thought I told you she needed supervision. You know exactly what this means for you too Jane. For God’s sake is everyone totally incompetent?” Violet saw Jane blush furiously and glare at her balefully.

“Miss O’Keefe” Mr Greer snapped “What is the name of the Liberal candidate?”

“Caldwell” Violet replied, genuinely perplexed.

“No it’s not you stupid girl, it’s Carswell. Caldwell is the name of the Monster Raving Loony Party candidate. You’ve been allocating the wrong votes to the wrong candidates. If Mr Carswell hadn’t spotted your mistake this constituency might have elected the first ever member of Parliament from the Monster Raving Loonies!”

He turned to glare at Jane, “And as for you Jane, I expected a lot better. I want the pair of you off this floor now - get into the Green Room and wait for me there”

Violet got to her feet shaking, she couldn’t believe this was happening. She had completely screwed up twice in one day and he had promised her a severe punishment in such circumstances. Disturbingly, she felt her sex pulse.

Jane’s head was bowed and both women shuffled off rather shamefaced. Mr Greer watched them go and a smile played on his lips. He left to find Mr Carswell and once he had reassured him that the democratic process was safe he retraced his steps towards the Green Room.

The Green Room was properly furnished but obviously also multi purpose, packed with external paraphernalia, from years of fetes, pantos and WI meetings, all of which Adam Greer planned to put to good use.

Both women were waiting in complete silence, he tried not to show his amusement, he had rarely seen Jane truly cowed before and he had seen her in some very unusual positions.

“Stand up both of you.” He commanded brusquely.

He surveyed the room to see what he could utilise and spotted what he needed immediately. At the back of the room was a large moveable partition screen. He positioned it about 2 feet away from the back wall.

“Over here now.” he snapped at them. “Now this screen will afford you complete privacy unless you make any noise or fuss. You’re both going to strip bare and you’ll stand behind this screen facing the wall, Jane you’ll have you hands on your head and Violet you can fold your arms behind your back. You’ll wait until the result is announced and everyone has left and then I’ll come and administer your punishment. You should both plan to sleep on your fronts tonight. The candidates will obviously be in here before the result but if you’re nice and quiet you should get away with it. You will remain silent, if I catch you talking to each other I’ll double whatever I’m going to do. Undress now!”

Violet stared at him dumbly and then shook her head - there was no way she was undressing in front of another woman. Jane meanwhile had already stepped out of her skirt and was pulling her blouse over her head.

“Violet, please undress now.” His silky tone belied the look in his eye. “I think you know I can make you, my dear.”

This time the menace was clear. Violet gulped and began to fumble with the zip on her skirt. Shortly after, she was naked and facing the wall. It was awkward trying to fold her arms behind her back, it arched her body forwards slightly, pushed her breasts out and rounded her belly. She breathed deeply trying to calm the tumult that was raging in her head and her heart. Every instinct she had was now rebelling against her position. She was a grown woman for fucks sake, she’d never felt this humiliated in her life. She thought her earlier taste of the ruler was as low as she could go but he was now showing her a whole different level of degradation. Her body was shaking slightly and every fibre of her wanted to take to her heels and run. But now Mr Greer was at her side and softly stroking her nipple. It hardened to a point and soon she was panting deeply.

“Good girl.” he whispered as she calmed down.

He moved over to Jane and slapped her sharply on the rump, Violet shuddered slightly as the retort rang out. Jane however did not move or flinch from her position. Violet could just see her from the corner of her eye.

He left with the admonishment to “Behave yourselves!”

Violet expected Jane to lambaste her for the mix up with the ballots but Jane remained silent and apparently perfectly content in her submissive posture.

Violet stood still but as time passed she began to feel cramp in her fingers and her legs began to stiffen. Then her whole body stiffened as people entered the room. She felt Jane tense at her side. Both women held perfectly still, breathing through their mouths so on one could hear them.

It was the candidates waiting to go to the platform to hear the results.

They weren’t being terribly talkative and shortly afterwards Mr Greer arrived to escort them to their fate, it was obvious that Mr Carswell had actually won. Violet knew this would make her chastisement worse.

They had another wait as speeches were made by the winner and losers. Still Jane didn’t speak. Violet began to feel such tension she didn’t think she’d be able to remain still much longer. What was he going to do with her? The adrenalin began to course through her veins as she tried to remember the layout of the room and what he’d be able to use to punish her.

Finally he entered the room again.

“Jane, come here” came the ringing command.

Jane removed her hands from the top of her head and sidled out from behind the partition. Violet couldn’t help but admire not only her form but her supreme confidence.

“You know exactly what you need to do Madam, bend over!”

Violet had to rely on her imagination because Adam Greer didn’t speak again and the next thing she heard was a swish and the sound of something connecting with bare flesh. Jane did not make a sound and Violet counted six strokes before Mr Greer stopped. There was a short silence and then Violet heard the sound of kissing, Jane murmured something Violet couldn’t make out but Mr Greer laughed and said “You, Madam, are incorrigible. Go on, get dressed and scram, I’ll need to take my time with our little miscreant.”

Jane laughed throatily and appeared around the screen, lifted her clothes, winked at Violet, whispered “Enjoy yourself.” and disappeared.

Violet was frightened but she was also turned on by what she’d heard. She just wondered what he had in store for her backside.

“You next Violet.” he called. She considered whether she should keep her arms folded and thought it would please him if she did. She braced herself and walked towards him. The look on his face made her hang her head with shame.

“Look at me Violet” he ordered and she looked up. In the position she was in it was very easy for him to take both nipples between his fingers and squeeze them tightly. He rolled them between his digits and she squirmed where she stood. “Keep still Violet.”

She tried very hard to comply but as the rolling pressure continued it became an involuntary action to squeeze her thighs together and she had no control over the rotation of her hip bones.

“Bad girl.” he said “What are we going to do with you? I thought you’d learned your lesson earlier but obviously not. How to make a lasting impression on you?” All the time her nipples were being teased and tortured and she knew her sex was dripping wet.

“Would you like to see what I used on Jane?” he asked, going over to a table and turning to show her a bamboo cane. “Of course, Jane is used to it. You on the other hand are not, but given the seriousness of your offence, don’t think that will save you.”

She watched nervously as he began to pace around the room. She hadn’t really taken in the array of items he had at his disposal.

He ran his hands over everything as if assessing their worth. At last he turned to look at her.
“Right Miss, this may take me a few moments to set up so I want you back behind the screen with your hands on your head until I call you.”

Violet gave a tiny nod of her head, breathed deeply and went to stand behind the screen again. She heard him moving about and things being dragged to and fro.

To her utter humiliation he called out in a sing song mocking voice “Violet, come out, come out wherever you are.” She had no choice but to obey although she fairly dragged herself from the relative privacy of the screen.

“Now then,” he said when she was once more standing in front of him, “What are we going to do with you?

“You’ve already asked that, maybe you should just get on with it!” The words had left her mouth before she could stop them. To her extreme discomfort, he smiled.

“Oh I intend to my dear. Would you like to be dressed up as Britannia and made to sing ‘Jerusalem’?” He picked up a hymn book and handed it to her, then just as quickly snatched it back, “No, quite frankly you’re not fit to represent our great nation, not with your despicable lack of regard for democracy.”

He walked away, “I think I need to imbibe within you greater respect for our electoral process. Over here now.” and he snapped his fingers at her.

Still regretting her momentary rebellion Violet went to his side, he was standing beneath a wooden frame that had once held a painted backdrop for a play. He circled round Violet and then glanced upwards. Automatically Violet looked up as well and saw he had fastened handcuffs at each corner.

“Arms up, Violet.”

She raised her arms as, for reasons she couldn’t fathom, she no longer appeared to have any will of her own.

He quickly snapped the cuffs around each wrist. She now resembled the letter ‘Y’ and her breasts stood out, her nipples hard as rocks.

But he hadn’t finished with her. He prodded her legs apart and fastened further cuffs around her ankles. She was now a letter ‘X’.

He stood back and surveyed his handiwork. Without saying another word he lifted the cane and brought it down across her buttocks. She inhaled deeply through her nose and her belly thrust forward. She bore down on her cuffs, but the frame was resilient. The second blow fell below and parallel to the first and this time she groaned aloud and pulled more on the cuffs. He beat her systematically, each stroke tormenting her and thrusting her forward. Her thighs strained in the effort to close her legs but it was pointless, she was completely at his mercy. And she knew she’d done little to make him merciful. He landed a full dozen before he stopped. Violet used every ounce of self control to stop herself breaking down and sobbing. The searing pain was difficult to bear and as she had such little room to move she contracted and relaxed her glutes in the vain hope of mitigating the pain. Her breath was coming in small panting gasps.

“So, do we have a bit more respect for the ‘x’ on the ballot paper now Violet?”

After a moment she replied “Yes, Sir.”

“Hmm.. I’m not so sure you do girl but I intend to continue until I am sure.”

Violet then felt a completely different sensation. Something soft was being brushed over her painful behind. He then changed and began brushing from her neck to her ankles, one leg at a time, with the implement. Violet couldn’t help it, it was a delicious experience, it didn’t tickle but was causing riots of sensual feelings all through her body and this combined with the recent caning made her vulva begin to pulse violently.

He moved to the front of her body and she realised it was a feather duster. Ever so lightly he began to brush over her breasts. Her nipples which had never really subsided, stood out immediately. This was fascinating torture. She twisted at her wrists and strained to get away from him, he chuckled, drawing the duster down her belly and dipping it between her legs.
She was muttering incoherently as the feathers lightly dusted on her extended clitoris. Then the duster was drawn down her thighs and he dusted behind her knees. She almost lost complete control and was very near to begging him to stop when he did just that.

“I think you’re enjoying this a bit too much Violet.” And then he produced a small flogger.

Violet just had time to wonder what panto had required that as a prop when he brought it down sideways on her distended right breast. She squealed aloud, she hadn’t liked that one bit. Walking swiftly to her other side she received the same to her left breast. And then, she couldn’t quite believe it but he applied it right between her legs and she screamed so loudly she thought the police were bound to come tearing into the building. One of the devilish thongs caught her squarely on the clitoris and she jerked so strongly in her cuffs she thought she felt the wooden frame give a little.

And then, the bastard, the utter bastard, started running the feather duster up and down her body again. Dusting it over both breasts and her sex again until her jerking movements subsided and yet again she was moaning with longing.

He came close to her body and dipping down he sucked very briefly on one nipple and then the other. The only object appeared to be to cause them more pain as his saliva dried and they hardened yet again.

He stood to one side and ran an assessing palm over her arse, she moaned and tried to hide her face by turning it to the other side and her embarrassment increased when he slipped a finger inside her and began to circle her clitoris. She could feel the orgasm begin to gather and in a totally involuntary movement, drew herself up. He withdrew completely from her and she felt herself slump in her bonds as her body realised before her mind did, that there would be no orgasm.

It was obvious that he could keep this slow torture up all night, building her up, beating her, arousing her again and then leaving her hanging.

The next contact she felt was directly on her sex. He parted her lips and affixed something very light between them, squeezing them shut with her own sex juices. Her breath became shallow again, the thing, whatever it was, was just touching the very edge of her clitoris.

“Right then, you stand there, like a good little girl. Make sure that pipe cleaner doesn’t fall out - I’ll be very disappointed if it does. I’m going to make sure everything in the building is okay and I’ll be back.” Giving her rump a sound smack he left the room.

Violet was in hell. The pipe cleaner left her in torment. There was no release, she couldn’t relax. She had to maintain enough pressure to keep it in place but the pressure required to do that meant it was stimulating her clitoris, to the point where she no longer thought she could endure it.

She had no idea how long he was gone but it seemed like an eon.

When he returned, without ceremony he uncuffed her ankles, it took some seconds for her to realise she could move them together again, but she shuffled them slowly, she didn’t want to trigger an orgasm, god knew what he’d do to her if that happened.

When he was sure she had composed herself he uncuffed her wrists and supported her weight as she dropped her arms and sagged forwards.

“Good girl.” he whispered, “Not long to go now.” She stiffened at these words and felt the sob behind her breath.

“Now, you’ll remember being bent over in the polling station earlier? Well I think we’ll have you like that again, bent over, touching your toes.”

“Another dozen strokes for you.” She gasped. “Well I did tell you that a severe punishment would be meted out, didn’t I?”

“Yes Sir, you did.” she replied, doubling over at the waist and holding on to her ankles. Her body shaking slightly at the sudden change from stretched upright to bent double.

“This is the finale Violet, take these well, make me proud.”

He tapped the cane against her buttocks. Violet yelped as the first stroke landed. This was no lenient stroke. This was a full on punishing blow. He gave her no time to compose herself, knowing that by now she needed it to be over quickly. The full dozen landed along the length of her backside. She was panting with distress when he finished, in so much pain she thought she’d never recover. The back of her hand was pressed to her mouth to stop her screaming aloud.

“Stay bent over Violet.” He said when he had finished.

She waited, feeling each cane stroke glowing. She felt his hand on her bottom.

“Have you had enough?” he asked.

“Yes Sir, I am so sorry Sir.”

“And so you should be. Now I promised you earlier that we would go back to my place. Do you still want to come with me?”

He raised her up, she looked at him gratefully and nodded her head.

“Good girl, go and fetch your clothes and we’ll get out of here.”

Violet complied willingly, she knew that no matter who formed the government the next day, her life was never going to be the same again.