‘Now, Emma, I’m going to ask you to bend over with your hands flat on the stage. Can you do that for me?’
The other twelve girls, sitting on the stage, whispered and rustled, thrilled. Emma was going to get spanked, and she would have to face them while it happened.
Emma obeyed without question.
Allyson, looking at her lowered spine and her thrust-out buttocks, was excited beyond words. This perfect girl could have walked out or demanded to know if the job was still available. Instead, she had offered herself up, without demur, for a public spanking. She was a dream come true.
‘Tell me, Emma,’ said Allyson, once the power of speech had returned. ‘Have you been spanked before?’
‘Yes, ma’am, lots of times.’
Allyson stepped up behind her. Her hands were attracted like magnets to Emma’s rump but she kept them clenched at her sides until the time came.
‘Who spanks you usually?’
‘Boyfriends. Girlfriends. Everyone. Somehow everyone always wants to spank me.’
‘Because you’re a bad girl?’
‘Yes, ma’am.’
‘You have boyfriends and girlfriends?’
‘Lots of both, ma’am.’
‘So you’re a bit of a slut, would you say?’
‘Everyone says so, ma’am.’
‘Fuck me.’ Allyson couldn’t help herself. She was so swollen and hot with arousal she thought her face must be neon-pink. ‘You little whore.’ But the words were a caress, and Emma wiggled her bottom as if delighted to hear it.
‘Oh, I don’t charge,’ said Emma. ‘I just love fucking.’
‘You’re going to get it,’ said Allyson, and she laid the first smack hard on Emma’s right cheek. It wobbled in exactly the way Allyson had expected it to, and it picked up pink traces of her palm straight away.
She spanked hard and put her arm into it, but Emma demonstrated nothing but pleasure, her moans low and throaty, her bottom pushed out to beg for more.
‘You need it,’ Allyson said as she worked on, watching the colour grow and deepen. ‘You need it every day. I’ll have you in my office, bent over the desk, every day before you go out there for the men.’
‘Yes,’ hissed Emma. ‘Yes.’
‘Look at her, girls,’ grunted Allyson. ‘Look at her, taking it in front of everyone. She loves it. She fucking loves it. Don’t you?’
‘Yes, ma’am, ohhh, yes.’
Allyson carried on until her palm stung and then she finished off with a few smart strokes of the doubled-over plastic belt.
Emma’s legs were starting to buckle, but she still hadn’t let out a single cry of pain by the time her bottom was bright red in its entirety.
‘You’re quite something,’ panted Allyson. ‘Get into my office and stand in the corner. The rest of you, go home. I’ll see some of you tomorrow.’
Allyson paused to get her head back together and pour herself a measure of whisky. The barman, she noticed, had an erection.
‘Great show,’ he commented.
‘You can keep your mitts off and all,’ she said sharply.
‘That girl ain’t for the likes of you.’