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Story Five

The first to start this story gets to choose the details of how these girls came to be here, and what is going to happen....

From: thecount

"You two follow me" said the Chief Executive Officer of Rattan Fashions to two PAs Poppy and Tracey he had caught in their undies trying on the new merchandise when they should have been working. "You are in serious trouble after what my new marketing director Jane has already told me."

"Oh sir" said Poppy, "don't be too hasty, we'll do anything to redeem ourselves!"



"Almost anything" equivocated Tracey.

"Well in that case you can both take a spanking for starters," he said, giving Poppy an encouraging pat on her bottom. "Come into my office and lower your trousers and touch your toes."

From: Spankmeister

Once in Mr Rattan's office Poppy started unbuttoning and motioned for Tracey to do the same.

"Come on Tracey honey, we don't want to upset Mr Rattan any more do we?" she said stepping out of her trouser legs and bending over to hold her ankles as if this was an everyday occurrence.

Tracey blushed at the sight of her friend in her thong which showed virtually of all of her slim buttocks, thinking distractedly that they would offer no protection to Poppy from her spanking, in contrast to her own sensible Marks and Spencer briefs that covered her amply. Poppy had twitted Tracey earlier in the morning about her "rather inelegant VPL" and suggested she wear a thong, well who was wearing the most practical undies now, in the circumstances? However as Tracey began to unzip she got a shock.

"Sir", said Poppy, "this isn't fair. Tracey's knickers cover all of her bum, whereas mine is largely bare, with just my modesty protected, just as you like it for punishment, sir. Shall I take her knickers down?"

From: The Count

"No Poppy, and firstly mind your own business."

"Hear, hear!" thought Tracey.

"Secondly, it is her first offence so just lift Tracey's shirt out of the way. But thank you for reminding me in view of your previous transgressions your next punishment is due on the bare."

Tracey felt Poppy raise her shirt clear and then, unexpectedly, Poppy's hand stroke her bottom.

"Nice bum" said Poppy, cocking her head on one side appreciatively and straightening Tracey's pants unasked, "it's soon going to be as red as your face!"

"Now Tracey" said Mr Rattan "stick your bottom out".

Tracey slowly did as she was told. Mr Rattan spanked her six times with his hand though not too hard. The punishment by Mr Rattan was actually less than the embarrassment of her position, that and being groped in front of him by Poppy who then watched her being spanked.

Now it was Poppy's turn. She removed her thong and bent over again.

Tracey assumed that Poppy would try and preserve her modesty by putting her hand in front of her groin when she undressed further and keeping her legs together, but not a bit of it, quite the reverse. She took off her thong with no inhibition showing her neat little landing strip and bent over with her feet eighteen inches apart, which revealed almost everything, her anus and most of her genitals, to the further embarrassment of Tracey, who had never seen so much of another girl in the flesh, even in the changing room or showers at the gym.


Mr Rattan did not bat an eyelid either at seeing Poppy in such a revealing a position as he spanked her six times with his hand while Tracey was pulling her trousers back up.

"May I stand up now?" she said in what Tracey knew was a put-on meek voice, to which he replied that as she well knew the hand spanking was only to warm her up for one of the implements.

"Oh please, Sir, not the cane, Sir!" said Poppy in again rather unconvincing anguished tones.

"Not on this occasion Poppy, it will be the paddle but you will take ten strokes, with a break at five."

"Thank you, Sir," she said, as he brought down the first stroke, quite hard, and Tracey could see her friend's bottom start to redden noticeably.

After five strokes Mr Rattan said she could rub her bottom if she wished. She did so with both hands, in the course of which she spread her bum cheeks wider - deliberately it seemed to Tracey - giving an even more explicit view of herself before telling Mr Rattan she was ready to resume her punishment.


Mr Rattan gave Poppy the remaining five strokes.

Poppy said, "Thank you for my punishment, Sir, may I go now?"

Mr Rattan said, "Yes you took it well," and sent them both out with a cryptic remark about Jane.

Tracey asked Poppy if she doesn't feel humiliated by being spanked by Rattan especially if she shows him everything and isn't she embarrassed?

"And what did Mr Rattan mean about Jane?"

Poppy smiled and explained that she has been into spanking almost as long as she has been sexually aware. £It's a power / control fantasy where you submit entirely to somebody else. There's a thrill in exposure. Me and my boyfriend do it about once a month. Usually we do a role play where I have been naughty and he sends me to the corner, tells me off etc and then I have to strip in stages for the spanking, which is a prelude to sex. However it works both ways and sometimes I spank him, when he likes his bum fingered as well."

Poppy went on to explain that they also go to spanking parties where they can explore this aspect of their relationship with others in a controlled and social environment.

Tracey asks what goes on.

Poppy says there's about 15-20 couples who take it in turns to host them. The guys sit a circle. The girls go over the guys knees. Over the knee = OTK. The guys hand spank a girl for three or four minutes. If it is too hard or his hand is going somewhere it shouldn't you just tell him. However the guys are expected to give you a rub on your bum cheeks and you are free to give yourself one. The timer sounds, the girls get up, regularise their underwear and give the guy a kiss, then move on and bend over the next guy and the process repeats. It is up to the girls how much they show. One or two wear trousers or get spanked on their skirt. Some lift their skirts up wearing sensible knickers which they keep on. Some lift their skirts up wearing a thong that covers their genitals, but exposes all the bum cheeks for a harder smack, and keep the thong on. However the majority lower their knickers and take it on the bare.

From his position the guy spanking you doesn't see that much of you but he gets a good view of the next girl. After the girls have been round all the guys OTK there's a break for drinks and nibbles. Then half of the girls bend over a desk or something and take six spanks as bare as they dare with a paddle or riding crop or something from each guy, and from any girl watching who wants to spank them.

Poppy went on, "I must say I like spanking girls' bottoms. Then the other half of the girls bend over for their implement spanking, when girls who have been too harsh on other girls can regret it! Then a break for more drinks and nibbles followed by the same process except the implement is the cane. There are some other aspects. No cameras allowed, obviously. If a girl wants to take her top off as well, that's fine, as it is if she wants her tits smacked, or to walk around naked, which one or two do. New girls get an OTK hand spanking and then the cane from all the other girls, as do two regular girls selected at random. If guys want to "switch" i.e. be spanked by a girl they can indicate this and one will take him aside during a drinks break. Again the guy is normally told to take down his boxers and take the hand spanking, implements and cane on the bare. But he can show less if he wants though this hardly ever happens. In contrast to the rule about guys not groping the girls, for some reason the girls can feel the guys' balls but not cock if they are both comfortable with this.

"Parties normally have a theme with costumes e.g. Christmas, Halloween, evening dress, nurses, schoolgirls, St Patrick's Day, all sorts. My boyfriend won't go if it is schoolgirls as he thinks it is a bit pervy. I can see why and his sensitivity does him credit but I enjoy schoolgirl role play so I go anyway with another friend. I got my taste for being spanked at my girls' boarding school where the prefects spanked the younger girls, often for fun, and most of them would have your knickers down for very little. As indeed did I when I became a prefect. But I digress.

"Does that give you the flavour?"

Tracey asks if it isn't embarrassing?

Poppy says "The first time, for two minutes, then not at all. Firstly, we are all doing it. Secondly, we're all couples so everyone has seen a pussy, bum hole, cock and balls before. And exposing yourself is part of the thrill. And while there's absolutely no sexual contact, there is undeniably an erotic element for both the girls and for the guys. The sex with your partner afterwards is great. Sometimes you meet someone from a party when you don't expect it, in Tesco say. It's rather fun, and you exchange knowing looks while trying to recall what their bum or cock or whatever looks like. But again, I digress. Why don't you come along a party sometime? You've already seen plenty of me, more than I have of you. Bob and I would love to give you a spanking, you've a lovely firm round bum that would redden up beautifully, and you could reciprocate, I'd love to take your cane across my bare arse with Bob and your boyfriend watching having warmed my arse up first.


"I suppose I can understand it at parties" said Tracey, not sounding too convinced "but I don't think I'll try one just yet thank you. But what about Mr Rattan, I gather this isn't the first time he has spanked you. And you showed him everything!"

Poppy explained that since she liked being spanked it was no hardship to accommodate Rattan, who in return gave her perks like leaving early if she wanted too, and it is understood between them that he will give her an above average annual pay rise. "It's the way the world works Tracey honey". Responding to Tracey's evident scepticism, Poppy continued that it was less onerous than putting out more fully for him, like some of the others did, she wouldn't fancy that at all, and didn't even let him linger when rubbing her bottom when she was over his knee, let alone grope her between the legs. "As I said, I enjoy being spanked and Rattan is rather gentle, a bit too tame really if this had been a party."

"But you showed him everything!" Tracey said. "Well I did but you show a lot more lap dancing, which is how I funded myself through university. You end up stark naked in front of a whole lot of men. For the private dances after one minute of the song you spread your legs wide open in front of them, showing your vagina entrance and clit and then you feel yourself, everything. Then you turn round, bend over, spread your bum cheeks to show them your anus as well as your pussy and have another clit fiddle. They are not allowed to touch you, though." "Weren't you afraid of being recognised socially?" "No, I went to university in London and I used to catch the train to Birmingham one day a week, it only takes an hour, to dance there, where I didn't know anyone. Nobody ever knew."

"Do some other PAs really, you know, put out for Rattan?" asked Tracey. "Yes of course" said Poppy, matter of factly. "It is usually just a quick and rather sordid blowjob in the stationery cupboard but for something meaningful they have to accompany him on a business trip, like Jane frequently did, and have penetrative sex in his bedroom. Jane started off as a PA like you and me. Rumour has it for a year before she was made the marketing manager she sucked his cock once a week, shagged him once a month and let him have her up the bum sometimes. Mind you she got the job on merit too, she had actually been doing it in practice for six months, she's a smart woman and not to be underestimated."

"What was Rattan's cryptic comment regarding Jane about?" asked Poppy. "Was it something to do with the presentation you and I and Dave worked on for her for the high profile marketing event yesterday at the Dorchester that didn't go too well?"

"Yes" replied Poppy "she called me in this morning. And to say it didn't go too well is the understatement of the year. As you know, when Jane gave the presentation the slides were mixed up, there were spelling mistakes and some of the delegates' hotel and flight arrangements were wrong too, all highly embarrassing for Jane. She also claims we both infringed the dress code, and Jane thinks we both flirted with the clients."

"Your skirt was a bit short, showing your stocking tops at times when you sat down, and your low top did show rather a lot of cleavage" said Tracey, but I was dressed normally. "Yes" said Poppy, "you are right about my attire, but I dressed in what I thought might appeal to the delegates to encourage them to place orders, so it's a bit rich for Jane to pull me up for infringing the dress code."

"And, yes", continued Poppy, "you were dressed as demurely as usual at the Dorchester, at least when you were standing up. However your own stocking tops and occasionally even your sensible white knickers were visible when you bent over the desks to give delegates the microphone during the Q&A session. They contrasted rather with your black skirt. I assumed you were trying to drum up orders too, though it's not like you." Tracey blushed at this, realising why there had been so many rather fatuous questions. It was to get her to bend over to hand over the microphone, for the delectation of the mainly male audience.

"You certainly flirted with clients but I didn't, unless smiling is flirting", said Tracey and Poppy replied that it isn't normally, but Jane understandably construed it as such given Tracey had just flashed half the audience.

"Anyway" concluded Poppy, "the fact is Jane is on the warpath, for perfectly legitimate business reasons we can't really contest. She too is going to punish us, but not here, in her apartment."

"Anything else I ought to know?" said Tracey. "Yes" said Poppy, "as everyone knows, despite shagging Rattan for over a year to get promoted, Jane is now an "out" lesbian and she will no doubt enjoy making us undress, try to grope us and I expect she will seek to take even further advantage. And I imagine even innocent little you can guess what that means.


Tracey asks Poppy if she has experience of lesbianism. Poppy says she has had a few flings, prefers men but girls are rather fun for a change and they bother you for sex a lot less. Didn't Tracey practice kissing with other girls in her teens? Poppy went to a girls' boarding school and got a taste for it there, they played spin the bottle and sometimes even got into bed together after lights out and had a feel. She offers to show Tracey saying it's not so bad, and you are going to have to give Jane something at least and you might even enjoy it. Poppy then kisses Tracey on the lips, who slowly responds, and Poppy fondles Tracey's breasts and bum. At Poppy's suggestion Tracey then starts to reciprocate, hesitantly at first but then with relish, flick licking Poppy's tongue and then sliding her tongue down Poppy's throat, to the delight of Poppy who prefers to be the more passive actor. Just as Tracey is putting her hand inside Poppy's blouse, Jane walks in. "Ay Ay you two" says Jane. "I need to talk to the both of you. If you want to keep your jobs, report to me after work at 7pm at my flat for privacy. I have already summoned Dave. You should wear a skirt or dress. And don't be late . . . .

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