“And will he do that?” she asked.
“Well he might not but he’d be in an even worse position if he doesn’t.”
“So let me get this straight. You think you can win, that means the game would be finished and we didn’t quit so we wouldn’t have to sell him our share of the business?”
“Right.”
“So what’s the problem, what do I have to decide?”
“We’d be sacrificing the queen, the most valuable piece on the board, and you’d have to get it back and we’re already missing a pawn.” He waited for her response.
“Andrew, look what’s happened to me so far while getting these bits back, is one more going to make much difference? What else can they do?” Exciting possibilities flashed through her mind.
“Yes but that’s not the point. The point is, when is the whole thing over? How long do we have after winning the game, to find and return the pieces?”
“I see what you mean. But look, the most important thing is to win, then we keep the business and we’re no worse off. If we can get the other bits in time then we’ll have his shares as well, and that’s a bonus. So I say do it now, try and win the game.”
“You’re the boss.” He moved his piece and Weston responded as predicted. Andrew moved the queen and Weston took it. “He’s done it, he took the queen.” A beaming smile spread across his face. “Move the rook sideways, and checkmate!”
“Is that it?” Laura asked unable to believe they had won.
“Yes, yes, yes. Whoopee. We’ve done it.” He threw the laptop down the bed and jumped on Laura. They hugged and rolled around while the full impact of winning sank in.
“You did it, you bloody did it, you clever man.” She planted a row of kisses all round his forehead.
“There you are you see,” Andrew said, “ye of little faith.” He reached for the laptop. “I had to do all the hard work while you just messed about, enjoying yourself.”
“You cheeky devil, I’ll have–”
Andrew interrupted her, “Look look look, a message.” They both waited for it to come through. When it loaded, Andrew read it out “Congratulations. Beaten fair and square. Brave decision to lose your queen. If she were mine I would place a higher value on her. I look forward to settling up.”
“What does he mean, place a higher value on her?” Laura asked.
“Ignore him, he’s just messing with us because he lost.”
“And what’s ‘settling up’ mean?”
Laura was convinced that Weston’s message contained some sort of hidden warning, designed to initiate feelings of unease, and it was working. Whatever it was he had planned she knew it would push her way beyond what she had experienced so far. What neither he, nor Andrew knew was that a secret dark place, deep inside her, longed to find out. With the ending of the game she knew that the associated tasks would also soon finish. The thought left her with an empty feeling, and she couldn’t immediately see a way of filling the void.
38
The following morning two unannounced visitors arrived at Laura’s office. “This is Abbie,” Amelia told The Colonel, “the poor victim in this unfortunate matter. Is Laura in?” she asked. Taken by surprise Abbie stumbled through a reply.
“Yes…yes of course, I’ll just let her know. Just a moment please.” Abbie slipped through the door, opening it as little as possible in the process.
“Laura, Laura, they’re here, Amelia and that horrible man who spanked you.” Laura leaped from her chair. The unexpected turn of events seemed so contrary to the elation they had enjoyed not an hour ago as Laura shared her news of the win and the end of the game. “I thought it was all over,” Abbie said.
“Well they’re probably not here to congratulate me, and there are still two pieces outstanding, best show them in I suppose.” She quickly checked and straightened her clothing, due more to habit than necessity. As Abbie showed them in Laura got the impression that the Colonel was genuinely pleased to see her.
“Laura, it’s been so long, how are you?” he said, with a slight bow, as he kissed the back of her hand. The unexpected gesture rattled her. She felt it was a bluff, designed to put her off guard. Perhaps they were there for innocent reasons she thought, but hoped not–she would be very disappointed if that were the case. Abbie turned and headed for the door.
“Oh don’t leave Abbie, you’re the reason we’re here,” Amelia said, with a warm smile.
“I am, why?”
“Tell her Laura.” Her blank look was quite genuine.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you mean.”
“Laura would like to apologize to you Abbie for her disgraceful behaviour,” Amelia said, then she turned to The Colonel. “Laura insisted on masturbating in front of Abbie, right here in her office, shameful.”
“I did not!” Laura exclaimed, “you made me.”
“See, and there’s another example of that unfortunate attitude I was telling you about. I don’t mind it really though, I like a submissive with a bit of backbone. I like to look on it as a challenge. But, we do need to correct her attitude, we can’t have her corrupting young women like Abbie here.”
“So we thought you might like to punish her Abbie.” Colonel mason added.
“Punish her! Me? No thank you.” Abbie crossed her arms as if to finalize the point.
“Ah, we thought that might be the case. Never mind.” Amelia took the phone from her bag and dialled a number.
“Good morning Graham…yes, fine thank you…yes we’re there now… I don’t think so, no.” She dropped the phone away from her ear and turned to Abbie. “Abbie do you want to punish Laura?”
“I’ve already said, I’m having nothing to do with your perverted games,” Abbie replied, turning her head away and pouting. Amelia put the phone back to her ear.
“I don’t think she does, no…of course, just a minute.” She passed the phone to Laura.
“H…hello…yes…no she doesn’t…because she’s my friend…you wouldn’t…please, no…okay, yes.” She turned the phone off and handed it back to a smiling Amelia, who was obviously aware of what was going on.
“Go on then,” she said. Laura turned to Abbie, and very hesitantly managed to speak.
“Abbie…I…I’m very sorry for my disgraceful behaviour,”
“And,” Amelia prompted.
“And will you please punish me for it.” Abbie looked shocked. “Please.” Laura pleaded.
“No! I can’t, I won’t.”
“Very well,” Amelia broke in, “as we thought. Colonel, if you wouldn’t mind.” She made her way around the desk and sat in Laura’s chair.
“Off with the skirt Laura,” The Colonel commanded, “and lean over the desk.” Without hesitation she complied. Before making her way to the desk she looked at Abbie and mouthed a silent ‘please’. The Colonel made a big show of slowly removing his jacket before neatly folding it and placing it carefully on a chair. Then he undid the buttons on his cuffs and neatly rolled each sleeve back two turns. From the shoulder bag he’d been carrying he removed a fierce looking leather strap.
“Open your legs farther,” he ordered, tapping her ankles with his foot. “Grip the front of the desk.” Amelia wound her fingers into Laura’s hair. There was no pain or even pulling but she knew she’d be unable to rise from her position.
“How many did he say you were to have?” he asked Laura.
“Twelve.” Came the feint reply.
He then turned to Abbie. “And you want me to do it, yes?”
“I don’t want you to, no. Don’t make this look like it’s my choice,” Abbie told him.
“I’m sure she’d rather you than me but…it’s up to you.” He snapped the belt then settled himself into a comfortable position.
Laura closed her eyes and braced herself in anticipation of the blow. The wait was short. A brief swishing sound preceded the pain as a sharp line of fire cut into her flesh. Nobody was more surprised than herself when she heard the scream. Following a natural reaction to get away from the torment resulted in a new, different pain as she tried, unsuccessfully to tear her hair from Amelia’s grasp.
Abbie covered her mouth with her hand not believing what she was witnessing. She squeezed her thighs together in a vain attempt to take away some of Laura’s pain.
“See, I’m sure she’d rather you did it.” The Colonel told her before raising his arm in preparation for the second blow. The new line landed just below the first, a deep red mark instantly appeared where the two overlapped. Abbie found the guttural cry it generated more heart wrenching than the first.
“All right, all right,” Abbie cried, “stop, please. I’ll do it.” Knowing she could lessen Laura’s suffering by volunteering had to be better than watching the scene play through to the end. A knowing smile passed between the two perpetrators. They didn’t mind that the pain wouldn’t be as great, the real punishment for Laura was the humiliation of having her naked rear strapped by her friend.
The strap felt strange in Abbie’s hand. The leather was warm and much stiffer than she expected. She looked down at it, and then across at Laura’s naked buttocks. The two lines were now bright red with purple marks where they overlapped. At least she wouldn’t have to suffer any more of that. “There’s ten more to go,” she heard The Colonel say, “You’d better get started.” Standing to one side of Laura she slowly raised her arm before bringing it down with a light swish. The strap made a loud snapping sound as it struck home. Laura remained in position.
“No, no no. That won’t do at all,” he said, “she needs to be punished for her disgraceful behaviour. This isn’t a game you know.” He rose from the chair. “Give it back to me and I’ll finish the job properly.” Abbie panicked.
“No, no. Please, I can do it, really.” She waited until he sat back down before raising the belt again. The second stroke made far more of an impact. Laura jerked forward and gave a slight moan. Abbie was taken by a strange sense of pride in the achievement. She went straight into the third stroke and drew a similar reaction.
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