After complying with Richards’ request she returned to the table. The two men stopped talking as she approached, giving her the impression that she was the topic of conversation.
“Ah there you are Catherine. Do you have something for me?”
Kate realised that she wouldn’t be allowed the luxury of returning to her seat and discreetly passing the items to him.
“Yes Sir.” She said as she slowly opened her bag revealing the G-string and bra.
Weston took them from her and casually placed them on the table. He looked up to her breasts where he could clearly see the erect nipples beneath the silky fabric. As he did so he slid his hand slowly up between her legs and past the stocking tops before coming into contact with her moist opening. Kate tried not to react to his touch, and despite being aroused by the probing fingers she gave away nothing more than an increase in the rate of her breathing.
“Mason was right about the hair, it will have to go. Has Grace been in touch?”
“Yes Sir, I have an appointment on the 17th.”
“Good, it’ll be appreciated when this is made more generally available.” His hand slowly withdrew form under her dress. “Do sit down Catherine, ah, here’s the waiter, would you like coffee?” Kate looked down and blushed as she saw the young waiter eyeing her underwear on the table.
During the walk home Kate attempted to satisfy her curiosity regarding Richard’s instructions to her in the restaurant.
“I loved how you made me do those things back there, embarrassing me, and then sitting back and watching as he fondled me. It turned me on, but what was your motive, apart from what you’ll get when we’re home of course?”
“Well, first off, haven’t you been told by Colonel Mason that you aren’t allowed to initiate sex?”
“Oh yes, sorry.”
“I’ll decide whether to tell him of your disobedience, young lady, after we’ve seen what I get as soon as we’re home.”
“Are you taking this whole thing seriously?
“Of course I am, but I’m prepared to be bribed in order to overlook one or two little errors on your part.”
“You’re as weird as me, do you know that? And you didn’t answer my question; what’s your turn on from it?”
“It’s a weird thing, I love you more than ever and I know I shouldn’t want to share you, but there’s a thrill in doing it. Seeing you standing there in the restaurant and being humiliated was such a turn on. I mean, I felt really sorry for you but didn’t want to stop it. It’s s a mixed bag of emotions and hard to describe.”
“So you enjoy seeing me suffer?”
“It didn’t look like suffering to me,” he smiled, “no it’s more like a self-imposed punishment for me. I feel like the ordeal of seeing you being used by somebody else is my penance, my burden for sharing you instead of protecting you.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, it eases my conscience. I wasn’t sure if I’d have to do anything tonight”
“To tell you the truth,” Richard confessed, “I wanted something to happen. I enjoyed watching you preparing and dressing. I could feel myself getting hard, just at the thought of what might happen. Then, at the restaurant, as it got later and later, I was disappointed that you hadn’t been tested or humiliated. That’s when I decided to make you shame yourself.”
“I’m glad you did. I have to admit that I’d have felt some disappointment too if we’d just gone home without any little trappings. Not that I didn’t enjoy the evening though.”
“I know what you mean.”
As they walked on he looked at Kate with a greater love and affection than ever and considered how things had moved so quickly and how they both delighted that she was being used. AS Kate felt him tighten his hold around her, she felt warm and secure.
“You’re enjoying this little adventure aren’t you?” His question was more of a statement.
“Yes I am, and what I really loved about tonight was you being forceful. It shocked me and turned me on all at the same time, don’t stop doing that, make me do whatever you want. I love you.”
As soon as they arrived home and the door was closed, Richard made her kneel and satisfy the urge that had been building since early evening. She relished her task and worked him in her mouth until he lost control. After swallowing she continued with her duty until he was clean. When they retired to bed he reciprocated and she couldn’t remember a time when she’d come with such force or pleasure.
18
The Colonel had scheduled Kate’s second training session for Tuesday evening. With a better idea of what to expect she was even more apprehensive than the first time. The spanking had opened her eyes to the reality of punishment, transforming erotic fantasy into painful reality. And worse still the next session held the promise of her introduction to the pain of a leather belt. Much to Kate’s relief Richard was not due to leave for another trip until after the weekend; his company and support would be very welcome.
They arrived on the cool September evening at the stated time, rang the doorbell and waited with differing perspectives; his, curiosity and excitement, hers, fear and apprehension. Janet Bishop once again answered the door, this time dressed in a grey woollen polo neck top, tight black leggings and knee high black boots. Smart and severe, Kate thought.
“Please come in,” she said, looking at Richard, “If you’d like to go straight through The Colonel’s expecting you.” She gestured to the door at the far end of the passageway. “You come with me,” she ordered, and took the nearest door on the left, next to the staircase. Kate hadn’t noticed the door on their previous visit.
Following her in, she saw what looked like the daytime workroom of a housekeeper. The room was neat and tidy, modern and bright but functional. The large table against one wall accommodated what looked like freshly laundered curtains, still in their protective wrappings and sets of new hooks ready to be inserted into the tape. Oak cupboards and a sideboard held the trappings of the traditional household.
“When you visit from now on you’ll be prepared here before being seen by The Colonel. So, take your clothes off.”
Kate hesitated for a fraction of a second, unsure of the woman’s role and her authority over her. If Colonel Mason had employed her for the position she reasoned that he must have also given her the level of authority to accompany it. Slowly she removed her clothes, feeling a greater humiliation in doing so before a woman than she had felt on previous occasions. Once she was completely naked Janet took the clothes and placed them in one of the oak cupboards. On display while naked she felt awkward: unsure of how to stand. She folded her arms, trying to look casual, then felt foolish and put them to her sides. The feelings of humiliation were once again causing her to experience the early signs of arousal.
“There’s no need to be shy, you have a very attractive body, and that’s what you want isn’t it, for men to find you attractive?”
“Yes, I suppose it is.”
“I wondered whether you’d come back after last week. You must have been quite sore, I’d think?”
“It was for a couple of days, yes, but it’s okay now.”
“I would’ve thought you’d learnt a lesson and come to your senses, gone back to having some dignity. You’re going to carry on then are you?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“We’ll see. Right he wants you in a corset today.” She took the garment from the dresser.
“Hold your arms above your head.”
Janet wrapped the bodice around her waist. It covered her stomach and finished just below her breasts.
“Hold it in place while I do it up.”
Janet pulled in the fabric, connecting the hooks and eyes all the way down the back. The corset was rigid but pleasantly tight and Kate could see the result in the mirror, on the wall above the side board. Her already slim figure was reduced even farther; she looked good and felt good. Her breasts were pushed out, more pronounced, and she had no choice but to stand more upright and to take shallower breaths due to the restriction on her lungs.
“Sit down there.” Janet indicated the chair next to the table. Even the simple task of sitting was made more difficult by the corset–Kate loved its restriction. While she sat in the chair, Janet attached stiff leather cuffs to her ankles and wrists and a wider collar round her neck.
“Stand up, let’s see. I think you’ll do.” She fixed the wrist cuffs together behind Kate’s back, opened the door and started walking down the passageway with Kate following closely behind. As they walked, Kate studied Janet’s body, noting how good her buttocks looked in the tight leggings and the shapely, slim legs enhanced by her boots. She had a growing fascination for the mysterious woman.
As they entered the study the two men broke off their conversation. Neither rose from their seat but both stared in admiration.
“Ah there you are, thank you Janet. Would you secure her please?” Kate knew what to do after the previous week’s visit. She followed Janet to the bar and leaned forward as before. Her hands and feet were secured to the rings at the corners of the base and once again she was stretched, open and defenceless. Janet looked to the colonel indicating that she was ready. He rose from his chair and walked over to the tethered victim. Richard remained seated-the casual observer of her plight. The Colonel slowly walked around her testing the bindings more for effect than to dispute the efficiency of his assistant, then nodded his approval.
“The strap please Janet,” he said. She passed him the instrument as would a theatre nurse to a surgeon. Kate’s apprehension grew on seeing the thick leather belt with its wooden handle. Ever since the spanking she’d dreaded the moment she would have to experience the increased pain from the leather belt, and if she were to admit it to herself, longed to experience it. She’d played it through many times in her head but when it was all so real it was far more frightening. Determination filled her mind; she’d learnt from last time, she was going to withstand it. She was going to face it with courage and dignity and show a level of self-control which would do justice to her bravery. In her mind she’d failed once and would not let it happen again.
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