“Is your backside sore?”
“What?”
“Kate, yesterday you had to go for your ‘training session’,” the last two words were accompanied by fingered speech marks in mid-air, “and now you can’t move or sit properly, even I can put two and two together.”
“I’m fine, really.” Helen continued with her Emails. Without moving her head she kept a subtle eye on Kate and a mischievous grin on her face. Kate noticed, despite trying to pretend to read a magazine.
“What?”
“Nothing, I can just see you trying not to show that every movement’s uncomfortable. Come on, what happened to you?” Kate considered denying that anything had happened but Helen already knew her situation so she had nothing to lose by disclosing the truth.
“We went to this man’s house, the man who’s been assigned to train me, and he spanked me.”
“He spanked you?” Helen burst into laughter.
“It’s not funny Helen, it bloody hurt…still does.”
“I’m sorry; it just sounded funny that’s all, sorry. What did you do to get spanked?” The smile returned.
“Nothing. I suppose it was just to show me that he means business and for me to find out what it’s like.”
“And what was it like?”
“Agony, you wouldn’t believe how much it hurt. It’s all bruised this morning but it doesn’t hurt nearly as much as yesterday.”
“Unless you sit on it?”
“Well, yes.” They both laughed at the bizarre conversation being conducted in their workplace, in the middle of the day.
“So what did he use?” Helen asked.
“Just his bare hand, and I hope it hurts this morning.”
“So how did you feel, was it bare bum or on your knickers?”
“Helen!” Kate didn’t know whether she was making fun or it was a genuine interest.
“No, I mean it. Was it like you expected?”
“No it wasn’t.” Kate said firmly. “All the stories I’ve read talked of the pain turning to dull ache and finally to ‘warmth between the legs’ resulting in ‘mind shattering orgasms’. Not for me it didn’t, it bloody hurt. There might be women who get off on the pain of a spanking but I definitely didn’t.” Helen laughed again before Kate continued. “Even worse though, I must have looked a real sight–so unattractive. I was begging and crying, and there were tears and snot everywhere.”
“It sounds delightful. So, are you going back or have you come to your senses after seeing, or should I say feeling, the reality of what can happen to you?”
“I have to go–because I’ve said I will.”
“You aren’t popping round for a cup of tea with somebody Kate, you’re going to get beaten and abused. Why do it?”
“I don’t know. He’s not some handsome hunk who turns me on, and I didn’t have any wild orgasms while I was there, but it was satisfying. While he was spanking me I’d have given anything to stop it, but afterwards I felt so pleased to have experienced it, and got through it.”
“If he sees that you can take it, he’ll keep increasing the severity you know, pushing you further.”
“Well listen to you, how long have you been an expert in all this?”
“I’m no expert but it’s only natural, happens in all walks of life. As soon as somebody reaches a goal the next one is set to move them on, it’s natural.”
Kate knew she was right. He said it would be the belt next time. The spanking had reduced her to tears and disfigured her backside; how would she cope with being punished with a belt? She tried to justify her decision.
“Doing this is satisfying a need that I never knew was so strong. I can’t wait to go back, even when I know what will happen to me. I know I’ll curse myself for doing it, and swear I won’t do it again, but afterwards I know I’ll feel the same again and want more.”
“I’m sure you will.” Helen muttered.
After working late into the evening Richard finally arrived home. Kate sat at the kitchen island unit surfing the Internet. With her feet up on the stool’s footrest the clinging dress she wore clearly showed the thin straps of the plug.
“You’re doing you’re stretching exercises then.”
“Very funny, and of course I am, I was told to wear it for at least four hours a day remember?”
“So you’re going to be a good slave are you?”
“I’m going to try.”
“Good. Oh, I nearly forgot to tell you I had an Email today, from Richard Weston. Kate turned sharply to face him.
“What did he want?”
Don’t look so worried, we’ve been invited out to dinner on Saturday that’s all. Nothing to worry about, he just wants to see how you’re getting on and how your first training session went with Colonel Mason.”
“Where are we going?”
“He said to choose somewhere local and he’ll meet us there. His treat too. So where do you fancy? How about Minsky’s?”
“Is that the place in the hotel, where we went last Christmas?”
“Yes, that’s it.”
“Sounds good to me.”
17
Kate didn’t quite believe Graham Weston’s reasons for getting together for an informal meal. ‘Just to see how you’re getting on’ is what he’d said, but Kate was left wondering.
Since signing the contract, her status as an owned slave had never left her mind. The wrist band and ring were the undeniable physical reminders, but more profoundly felt were the psychological effects. Her imagination worked in overdrive, always contemplating the ‘what ifs’. And Weston’s meal was no exception. Would it be a ‘normal’ evening, going out with a colleague, chatting and socialising, or would she be expected to comply with tasks of a more demanding nature? Kate admonished herself for the thought. Would she be disappointed if it were a meal out and nothing more? Had she started to hope for more?
She’d played through various scenarios in her mind since Richard told her of the invitation. She’d imagined Weston controlling the evening, choosing how she dressed and what she ate. He would be sophisticated and charming but mentally threatening. She would be obedient, and attentive; basking in her submission and showing no hesitation in fulfilling her role in public. But what would be the reality? Kate decided she needed to cover all eventualities, keep it conventional but be prepared.
Richard chose the dress he wanted her to wear. It was his favourite, a deep red, simple, tight and silky. After showering, drying her hair and applying make-up Kate started the dressing routine. She’d chosen to wear tan hold-up stockings to accentuate her slender figure and eased each over the silky skin of her freshly shaved legs before smoothing them into position. Next she put on the white G-string, chosen to leave no visible pantyline and the thin white bra would give support whilst being as invisible as possible.
As usual, she checked the overall effect in the mirror before covering it up with the dress. The stockings, G-string and bra emphasised her slim, well-proportioned body. Moving down to the shoes she could see why men liked a woman in heels. It would be a fifteen minute walk to the restaurant and by the time they arrived her feet would be hurting, but she didn’t mind, the important thing was how she looked. Slipping into the dress she was pleased with the effect, the material moulded to her curves, the underwear didn’t show and the split down the side was high enough to show a stocking top when she sat down. Being early September she chose a thin cardigan to keep out the autumn chill which she knew would materialise later.
“Are you ready?” Richard called as he entered the room. “Oh wow, you look great.”
“Thank you darling, you look a bit of a hunk yourself, come on we’d best get going.”
Weston was waiting at the restaurant when they arrived. As they entered he rose from his chair and greeted them warmly, shaking Richard’s hand and kissing the back of hers. During the meal the men discussed business matters. Kate could see that Richard was enjoying the occasion, due mainly to the hints being dropped about potential customers within the group of companies represented by Weston.
Throughout the meal Weston had been polite and respectful towards her. He complimented her, asked for her opinions and valued the responses. It all seemed to be so contrary to what he had made her do in the privacy of his offices. And of course, he must have known what happened to her at The Colonels.
During a lull in the conversation Weston addressed Kate.
“I heard all about your training session with Mason, he said you took it well.”
“I’m glad to hear it, I thought I’d let people down.”
“Why would you think that?”
“Well, I didn’t manage to bear it without bawling like a baby.” Weston laughed at her reading of the situation.
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