New author Six of the Best - part two
Steven...@bigfoot.com
Caned by Barbara (With an audience)
Three weeks later I was typing some reports and quotes for the sales team when Mr. Waters
called me into his office. In his hand were some papers and the top copy was flopping
forward. I could just make out the heading and realised it was the telephone bill. Brian
invited me to sit down and called Gerald from the adjoining office.
"Gerry, this young lady has made several 'phone calls from her phone, long distance I add,
to her boyfriend."
"Really Brian, how much does she owe us?"
"About two hundred and forty pounds I reckon."
"Well Margaret?"
I felt myself getting embarrassed and spluttered, "I'll pay you back sir."
Brian looked over his glasses and said, "Just how might you do that young lady when you
are unemployed?"
"You can't, please don't sack me. Can't you punish me in some other way? Please sir my
dad'll kill me if you sack me. Please!"
"What do you think Gerry?"
"I think this might be a woman thing Brian, let's ask Barbara what she would do if it was
up to her." Brian opened Barbara's door and invited her into the office. Brian told her
about the 'phone bill and Gerry's suggestion about asking for her wisdom.
"Well," she paused, "When I was nineteen I saw my sister get the cane for stealing apples
from a lorry delivering to the school and, I suppose this is a type of theft. So... I
would say she deserves a caning but whether she would accept it is another thing. Then
again, you can always sack her!"
Brian thought for a bit and went over to Gerry and said a few words to him then they both
went over to Barbara and spoke softly. Finally Brian said, "Margaret, I have heard your
offerings and apologies once too often and I have..."
I butted in, "Please Brian, sir, Mr. Waters, sir... You can cane me if you want to but
please don't sack me... Please!"
"Interesting?" He said turning to Barbara, "Barbara, I'll have to ask you to witness
this, no, would you do the honours for us by punishing young Margaret as you think fit."
"Yes Mr. Waters. Excuse me." She turned and went back to her office. I stood there
shaking, well not quite shaking but very nervous I can tell you. Brian and Gerry looked
at me and I became very conscious that I was wearing thin nylon panties under my skirt and
the petticoat I had on wouldn't soften the cane much either.
Barbara returned carrying a cane; I thought it was the one used to support the rubber
plant in the outer office but a a second look I could see it was polished and slightly
bowed and only about two-foot six inches in length. My eyes stared at it, transfixed, so
to say. I couldn't quite believe what I had let myself in for. Barbara was going to
punish me for Mr. Waters and Mr. Hopkins. Barbara whispered something to Brian and he
picked up the telephone. "Hello Jean... Would you come into my office for a moment
please." Jean was Gerry's secretary, a pretty lady in her late thirties and, like
Barbara, a little snooty!
Jean came in and saw Barbara holding the cane then turned to Brian and said, "What have I
done now?"
This took me aback. "You haven't done anything Jean. Barbara is going to punish Margaret
for running up a two hundred pound 'phone bill at our expense." Jean gave a sigh of
relief and turned to look at me. "I would like to see this for once because I've only
felt it before. Oh! Don't think you and me are the only ones Margaret, Barbara has had
her fair share of the cane as well." With that she went to a chair by the window and made
herself comfortable.
"Well Barbara, it's up to you now." Said Brian and sat on the edge of his desk next to
Gerry.
Barbara told me to get the other chair from her office and I just went and got it as
though I was dreaming. I brought it back to Brian's office and Barbara pointed to a spot
in the centre of the floor. I presumed I was to put the chair there, so I did. She then
told me to stand behind the chair, about fifteen inches away with my legs about eighteen
inches apart. I went over to the chair back and took a half step back from it and then
shuffled my feet apart the required eighteen inches.
I could feel a cool breeze run up my skirt and round the tops of my stockings. My skirt
felt tight across my bottom as I stared at Jean sitting opposite.
"That's right girl!" said Barbara. "Now bend forward, stretch over the chair back and
grab the sides of the seat. I started to lean across the chair back when Jean said, "Hang
on a minute, I had to take my dress off when I had it last week."
"Yes. That's right. Margaret, please take off your blouse and skirt first."
I stood up again and started to unbutton my blouse. My fingers started to go weak and I
began to fumble taking longer than usual to undo the buttons. Barbara came over to me and
knocked my hands away and undid the remaining four and told me to take it off, which I
did; I then placed it on Brian's desk. I saw him look at my breasts as I turned away.
Then I managed to unhook the clip on the waistband of my skirt and as I unzipped it I felt
the rush of cool air on my bottom. I stepped out of the skirt and folded it and put it
with my blouse next to Brian.
I watched his eyes follow me as I approached the desk and could almost feel them follow me
back to the chair that I was going to be caned over.
Still wearing my high heels, stockings and half-slip I bent over the chair as before and
steeled myself for the beating to come. Barbara came over to me and lifted my slip to
expose my scantily clad backside to all and sundry. She then yanked the waistband and
pulled the slip to my knees. I started to cry with embarrassment at being placed in such
a degrading position. Barbara then whacked my right thigh with the cane, quite hard it
felt, and told me to "Shut up!"
I knew I was going to be hurt by Barbara because there was no love lost between us. She
had it in for me from day one and now I was to feel the wrath of her anger. All I could
hope for was that the witnesses ensured 'fair-play' and not allow Barbara to be vicious.
"This is what I've been waiting for Marge'. I knew you'd slip up one day and this is it!"
Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in by bottom then another and another... I jumped up holding
my backside with both hands and started to scream blue-murder. I stopped as quick as I
started when she whacked my knuckles with the cane and went meekly back to the chair.
Before I bent over it again I looked at Brian and said, "How many more sir?"
"That was three, wasn't it? I think one stroke for every twenty pounds should do for
now."
"That'll make it twelve strokes! You can't be serious sir?"
"Get back over the chair girl!" ordered Barbara.
"My my!" exclaimed Brian, "Good at maths isn't she? I think you should keep count of the
strokes Margaret... It'll keep you focussed on why you are in this position." he continued
with a smile on his face looking at Gerry.
Swish - Whack... "Four!" I shouted. Swish..whack! "FIVE!!" I yelled. Crack! "SIX... Oh!
please no more!" I yelled and cried.
"Keep counting girl." said Brian, "This might just teach you not to call South Africa at
our expense."
Barbara gave me another cut of the cane across my thighs and I jumped up, hopping from
foot to foot and clutching me legs I cried out, "I don't know anybody in South Africa!"
"Stop. Stop. Barbara." Shouted Gerry. "You don't know anybody in South Africa? Why would
you phone there then?"
"I never have done Mr. Waters." I weeped.
"Barbara?" Brian said slowly, "Didn't your brother move there last year?"
"Yes Brian... but..."
"No buts Barbara. I think you are the one who has run up this phone bill and blamed
Margaret for it... Am I correct?"
"Yes sir... I'll settle it at the end of the month if that's all right."
"No it bloody well isn't all right!" Brian shouted at her. "For one you owe Margaret an
apology and another thing it is you who need the beating and I think Margaret will take
great pleasure in applying some of it. Get your dress off madam!"
My bottom was very painful and I got used to walking about in my bra, pants, suspenders
and stockings rubbing my cheeks occasionally - what would anybody think if they walked in
and saw me half naked?
By this time Barbara had removed her dress and petticoat and was standing facing me in her
bra, pants and shoes (she wasn't wearing tights or stockings).
"Sorry Margaret. I deserve everything I'm going to get. Get on with it."
With that she placed her legs apart, bent over the chair and grasped the seat sides.
Brian came over with the cane and showed me how to hold it and how to aim it. He gave her
three hard strokes and she jumped as each landed. She didn't cry out but merely sucked
air through her gritted teeth - a sort of Shuuuuugh! each time the cane hit her.
Brian handed me the cane and said, "Your turn for payback. Don't waste your energy, make
every stroke count because she would have given you the full twelve without mercy. She
has to have the twelve plus the six you got. Carry on dear!"
Jean then piped in, "Excuse me Margaret, can I have a go? I want to feel what it is like
to give a caning instead of getting one."
"Be my guest..." I said, handing the cane to Jean, "Only six mind you... the rest are
mine."
Jean laid six hard strokes across Barbara's backside in about as many seconds. It was a
bit longer than that but it was fairly quick. Barbara kicked her legs in the air and
eventually started to yell. Jean came over to me. She seemed slightly breathless and her
face was flushed.
"That was GOOD!" she said and walked back to her seat by the window.
"Now Barbara," I said as I tapped her backside with the cane. "The pleasure is all mine
now! Nine I think it is Barbara... If you would keep count."
I swung the cane as hard as I could and saw it bite into Barbara's right cheek and bounce
off. I stared at the bright red stripe that started to form. Boy Oh Boy did I feel good.
"One." sobbed Barbara.
I carefully aimed each stroke to land close to the last one working my way down her
backside to the tops of her legs. After a count of six I stopped and told her to slide
her panties down. I was a little surprised when she complied without question. She
simply brought her hands around from the seat cushion and tugged her pants down to mid
thigh level. I was mesmerised by the amount of stripes and weals crisscrossing her bottom
and legs. It must have been quite painful but she didn't appear to mind too much.
Accepting that she had to be punished Barbara steadied herself for the final three strokes
on her naked bottom. Being scantily clad myself I felt really free to swing that stick
with all the force I could muster. I tapped her bare skin with the cane a couple of times
to get the distance then swung it back and jumped in the air. I brought the cane crashing
down as I landed with all the force and weight I had. Barbara's skin sunk as the cane bit
into it and then a ripple flowed out from the impact area. She swayed forward and moaned
slightly. I waited until the red mark had appeared before continuing. The final two
strokes landed with the same effect.
Finally Barbara stood up and rubbed her bottom. Her pants had fallen to the floor and she
stood now wearing only her bra. Her pubic hairs were dark and bushy and, strangely
enough, moist. She had tears streaming down her face but she wasn't sobbing like I was.
"Sorry Margaret. I deserved that from you. I will never stitch anyone up again and never
make a phone call without permission again either."
She slipped her petticoat over her head and then put her dress back on. She picked up her
pants from the floor and said,"I won't put these on just now... My backside is a little
tender." as she rubbed it.
"Oh! god!" I exclaimed,"I'd better get my clothes back on as I grabbed my skirt and blouse
from Brian's desk and threw it over my shoulders. Brian unfolded my skirt and handed it
to me. thanking him I slipped it on and then pulled my slip up to my waist smoothing the
skirt down after it.
"Nice underwear." commented Brian.
"I've got lot's more like it and sexier." I said.
"Enough for one day... Perhaps some weekend on my boat maybe... Eh!"
"One day... Maybe Brian?"
But boy was my arse stinging and boy did I want sex. Like the first time I thought about
being caned at work I thought about masturbating as I went back to my desk. Entering the
office I saw Barbara with her dress pulled up leaning over a chair.
"What?" I exclaimed.
"Please Margaret please. Give me a few more strokes of the cane so I can come to orgasm."
"If you are sure." And I went back to the other room, picked up the cane and went back to
Barbara.
I started to hit her with the cane, hard but not too hard. The others heard me caning
Barbara and came into our office. They stood watching me slowly but firmly strike Barbara
with the cane. As each stroke landed she moaned and jerked. Then she brought her fingers
down to her vagina and began playing with it as I caned her. After, about (I lost count),
another ten or twelve strokes she climaxed with her body jerking and lurching and tears
flowing down her face. The strange thing, to me anyway, was the painful smile she had as
she rubbed both her clitoris and bottom.
Steven Walsh - copyright 2000
Only for adult enjoyment and entertainment. All persons and events fictitious and any
resemblance to any person living or dead or any event is purely a coincidence.
Kevin
Aug 2000 Winks <irish...@newsguy.com> writes
>>Barbara's skin sunk as the cane bit into it and then a ripple flowed out
>>from the impact area. She swayed forward and moaned slightly.
>>I waited until the red mark had appeared before continuing. The final two
>>strokes landed with the same effect.
>
a Brit and Brits are supposed to enjoy the cane.
>A hot ending too. I have heard that this sort of play can create
>orgasms so intense that some women get migranes. It would be worth a
>migrane:)
>
I hadn't heard that. Would you like a migraine Winks? Well, welts and a
migraine <g>.
>Good one, Stephen :)
Seconded. Thanks for posting it.
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Kevin
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