Allyson pulled the garment free of Poppy’s bum, exposing the marks to view.
Emma made a garbled sound that Poppy interpreted as ‘very nice’.
‘I haven’t lost the touch, have I?’ said Allyson with satisfaction. ‘So neat. Right. All yours, Em. And make it a good one.’
The final slice cut into Poppy’s bottom. She screamed and jumped up, grabbing great handfuls of flesh. Surely there must be blood?
But no. Allyson and Emma were laughing.
‘She’s a screamer,’ said Allyson. ‘I’ll have to put that in her notes. Some of the gents love a screamer.’
Poppy was trembling all over, but she scarcely realised it until Emma took her into her arms and hugged her tight.
‘Well done, love,’ said Allyson. ‘Well done. You’re on our side. You’re one of us. I think you’ve earned a reward. I’ll slip a little something extra in your pay packet this week.’
The other two women fussed and made much of Poppy so enthusiastically that, before long, she forgot the shock and pain, regardless of the continuing throb of her welts. Besides, they were starting to feel different now, a kind of afterglow.
She relaxed into their attentions, breathing in their complementary perfumes, snuggling against their softnesses, until she was drowning in a new sensuality.
‘Now you just go to the corner, love,’ whispered Allyson, ‘and watch the show.’
The corner? Poppy allowed Allyson to steer her over to the spot so lately vacated by Emma, but she was allowed to face into the room from her vantage point, and she saw what followed through a kind of haze.
She saw the ball gag removed from her friend’s mouth and then Emma was on her knees in front of Allyson’s desk chair, her face up inside Allyson’s tight skirt while lapping, snuffling noises emitted from within.
Allyson’s complexion went from too-much-sunbed to flushed, her eyes from watchful to blank, as Emma worked away with loving patience.
‘That’s it, slut, that’s it,’ she panted and then there was one quick outward kick of Allyson’s legs and a pained whimper before her body crumpled inwards, depleted by orgasm.
Emma’s head bobbed back up, her chin shiny with Allyson’s juices, her face impishly bright.
‘You gorgeous little bitch,’ muttered Allyson, her neck lolling on the chair back. ‘Get those shorts back on and take Poppy for a coffee. Go on. Get out of my sight.’
Poppy watched Emma pull the tight hotpants over her still-crimson flesh with some difficulty. They hadn’t been the greatest choice of outfit, she thought, but perhaps Allyson had ordered her to wear them.
It was only then that she realised she ought to be engaged in the same struggle with her knickers and jeans. The thought of anything rubbing or making frictive contact with her cane marks made her want to suck breath in through her teeth, but she made a sterling effort, holding the knicker elastic out as far as it would stretch before bringing it gently to rest above the danger zone. The added heat on her bottom wasn’t exactly welcome, but the jeans would be the true test.
She gritted her teeth through the ordeal, hating the process of zipping them back up for the way it brought the rough denim into contact with the burning stripes. The rest of the day promised much in the way of discomfort.
‘It’ll be a reminder to you,’ said Allyson, as if reading her thoughts. ‘Stay away from the punters until you’re ready for that kind of thing. You’re too green for it, whether Emma or one of the other girls is with you or not.’
Poppy nodded.
‘What shall I do about work?’ she asked hesitantly. ‘I’m on the roster for tonight, but …’
‘Come in,’ said Allyson. ‘Lots of our gents like to spank a girl with cane marks. Gives them more of the “naughty girl” feel, if you know what I mean. You’ll be popular.’
‘Oh.’ She heard this with some dismay. Getting spanked while she felt this tender and sore wasn’t exactly a delightful prospect.
‘Lesson learned?’
‘Yes, ma’am.’
‘Good.’
She went to hold the door open for them, but before they left, she grabbed hold of Emma and pulled her into a passionate snog.
‘Mmm, the taste of me.’ Allyson held Emma’s head against her bosom for a moment, then let her go.