Salon Spanking

Salon Spanking

       ‘It’s a bit weird don’t you think’ hissed Marina conspiratorially.

Louise bit back the temptation to reply that this was a bit rich coming from Marina. To be fair, the gothic work-experience girl who had arrived a couple of months earlier, and immediately been nick-named Lisbeth after Stieg Larsson’s heroine, had become, well, a little less weird since the stylists at ‘Cutz’ had been let loose on her.

And it was strange, really. Middle aged men didn’t often venture into the stylish interior of Cutz to have their hair trimmed, and never, as far as Louise could remember, had then asked for her specifically by name. It wasn’t unusual in itself for her to be requested, she was Proprietor and Head Stylist after all, but for a trim? There was something about this nondescript looking man that made her uneasy from the roots of her blonde hair to the tip of her high-heeled shoes.

David Masters couldn’t take his eyes off the beautiful stylist who was about to cut his hair. She was everything he could have hoped for and more. She was in her mid-thirties, which to a man of his advancing years indicated that she was just moving into her prime – experienced enough in life to be confident in her skin, and to know her own style.

Louise was tall; although how much of this was due to her high heels he wasn’t quite sure. Her blonde hair was cut to her shoulders, and was either natural or a very good dye job. Her skin-tight jeans showed off her slim figure nicely, and her breasts were larger than he’d expected. He laughed internally at how childishly happy this made him. She was also beautiful, he thought. Yes, beautiful rather than pretty, although she wore rather too much make-up for his liking.

He steeled himself as she called his name.

‘So what do you do for a living?’ Louise asked. Yes it was a cliché, but there were only a certain number of conversations you could have with your clientele, especially newcomers.

‘I work for the taxman,’ he replied, and Louise felt the hairs stand up on the back of her head and a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach. She knew something was wrong here.

‘D..Do you?’ she stammered.

‘Yes, I know it’s a conversation stopper,’ he said nonchalantly, ‘but someone has to do it I guess. I’ve been there for twenty odd years now, so there’s very little you could say to me about it that would surprise me.’

Louise desperately wanted to change the topic of conversation, but was temporarily dumbstruck, her mind spinning. Surely after all this time they couldn’t be after her? When she had first started her business, she had elected not to declare her first years earnings to the tax authorities. Stupid really, and a decent accountant would probably have saved her most of the money anyway, but she was naïve and desperate for the business to survive and succeed. Moreover, she was a single mother to a beautiful girl, and needed to provide for her family. After the first year she had faithfully paid all she owed, but had never repaid that first years tax.

‘Actually’, he continued loudly into Louise’s silence, and clearly audible over the background music and the hum of hairdryers, ‘I investigate fraud, you know, people who don’t declare their income and the like.’

He knew! To Louise his voice sounded so loud she was sure the whole salon could hear. Indeed, some of her staff seemed to have stiffened, and turned their attention to what the strange man was saying. She had to do something.

‘Look, this isn’t the place to have this conversation’ she hissed in his ear. ‘Not in front of my staff and clientele.’

‘Well then, we’ll have to find a more private time won’t we,’ he replied, thankfully lowering his voice. ‘Shall we say this evening, once the Salon has closed and you are alone?’

‘I can’t.’ Louise heard herself say, as though from a distance, her heart pounding, ‘I have to pick my daughter up from my mother’s.’

‘I suggest you phone and tell your mother you are likely to be at least a couple of hours late, unless you would like me to continue this conversation rather more loudly.’

‘Yes, alright, okay.’ Louise gasped. What was he going to do with her? Was he just going to tell her that they were taking her to court, or did he want to have sex her? The business was doing well, but there was no way she would be able to pay the money she owed and a fine. Or could she go to prison for this? Yes! Remember that man Lisa had told her about, the one who had gone to prison because of bad advice from his accountant? Fraud, it was called, and what she had done was worse than what that poor bloke had. At least he had asked to talk to her in private. This unconventional approach meant he had an agenda, but it also offered her the best chance of avoiding ruin.

Her hands were shaking so badly she could barely complete his haircut. He smiled as he left, without offering to pay.

‘I’ll see you this evening,’ he said, rather louder than was necessary.

At 5.30pm, Louise was sat in her salon in a state of high anxiety, waiting for the creepy taxman to arrive. Her mind was working overtime, running through the possibilities of how the meeting was going to pan out. Things were going to go badly, whichever way she looked at it.

She gave a start as the salon door burst open, and he entered from the secluded courtyard her premises overlooked. She stood to greet him, and tried to suppress the surge of irritation she felt when he flung his coat at her and told her to hang it up. His brusque manner annoyed and unsettled her at the same time.

‘You know why I’m here Ms Allsop’ he stated confidently. ‘The small matter of the £15,000 tax arrears you owe the Inland Revenue, from income you fraudulently failed to declare.’

‘I…’ But Louise was lost for words. She couldn’t deny the allegation.

‘Nothing to say I see. Well at least you didn’t try and bluster your way out of it. That would have been very tedious indeed.

Now you may be wondering why I have approached you in such an… ahem… unconventional manner. Well, it’s because I have a proposal for you. Not a pleasant one perhaps, but possibly preferable to ending up in court. I’ll let you decide that.

Your case will ‘time-out’ in just over a months time, which means that if it is not prosecuted by then, it never can be. I am prepared to allow your file to go missing for the next month, in return for some satisfaction of my own.’

There was hope! But Louise didn’t like the sound of the word ‘satisfaction’, nor the relish with which he said it. He was going to ask her to let him fuck her wasn’t he? And she was going to have to say yes, to accede to this dirty bastard’s wishes. She felt sick to the pit of her stomach.

‘You’ve been a very naughty young lady’ he continued, ‘and I intend to punish you severely for your crimes. Do you understand?’

What did he say? Punish? Louise was lost now, her head spinning. What on earth could he mean?

‘SPANKING!’ he roared. ‘Corporal punishment! I intend to thrash your bare bottom until you truly regret your crimes.’

Spank her! He surely couldn’t mean… but his hard, firm manner indicated that he did.

‘Noooo.’ It came out as a low, disbelieving moan. There was no way she could let that happen. Having sex with him would be preferable to that, wouldn’t it?

‘Yes, young lady. A humiliating punishment should teach you the error of your ways I think. It’s either that or the courts. We can have this over with in the next hour or so. I assume you called to let whoever is looking after your daughter know that you are going to be late?’

‘No,’ Louise muttered, ‘I’d hoped this could be sorted out quickly.’

‘Well you’d better get a move on and do so hadn’t you!’ he shouted. He was frightening her now. Numbly Louise pulled her mobile out of her handbag and dialed.

‘Mum? Hi it’s Lou. I’m sorry, but I’m going to be a couple of hours late. I’ve got to stay back at work and sort something important out. Could you keep Emily for me?’ Louise felt the catch in her throat as she mentioned her daughter’s name.

‘Are you alright?’ her mother asked anxiously.

She steeled herself. ‘Yes mum, just something I’ve got to get done.’ She put the phone back in her bag once her mother had rung off, agreeing to look after Emily. Without really realising it, she had agreed to let this dirty old man spank her.

Louise turned to face him. This was impossible! She was a grown woman! She saw him pulling a chair into the centre of the salon, and moved to close the window blinds so no one would be able to see her humiliation.

‘Oh no you don’t’ he told her firmly. ‘It’s unlikely anyone will come into the courtyard, but I want you worrying about what they’ll see if they do. Now come over here.’

Numbly, Louise obeyed him, her legs feeling like lead. He sat on the chair and she stood nervously beside him, waiting to be told to bend over his lap.

‘Take your trousers down’ he ordered. As if in a trance she obeyed, pulling the skinny jeans over her soon-to-be-spanked bottom with difficulty. Once they were down past her panties, her face flushing with embarrassment, he pulled her over his lap.

David Masters couldn’t believe his luck as he stared down at the magnificent pale bottom of the beautiful woman draped over his lap. All his adult life he had fantasized about a moment such as this, had consumed spanking magazines avidly, had watched plenty of spanking videos, and spent a fortune on the Internet. Now he was about to spank this perfect specimen of womanhood, and spank her properly, bringing all those years of imagined experience to bear on her poor behind.

Perhaps Louise would have felt even worse if she could have heard the thoughts in his head, but she already felt terrible. It was so embarrassing, lying over his lap whilst he caressed her buttocks, tugging her panties up to expose her buttocks, his fingers threatening to find her gusset.

‘You have a magnificent arse’ he murmured, and she hated him for the compliment. She wanted to yell ‘Get your hands off me!’ at him, but knew that this would just make him spank her more. Instead she endured him molesting her, dreading the start of her spanking.

‘I want you to say, “I am a tax cheat and deserve a good thrashing on my bare bottom”’ he told her.

‘I can’t say that,’ she gasped and was rewarded with a sharp stinging slap onto her bum.

‘Ouch! Please don’t make me say it.’

SLAP! ‘Ouch! I am a tax cheat and deserve a good thrashing on my bare bottom.’

‘That’s better. Let us begin, you naughty little madam.’

Louise didn’t have time to take offence at the ‘naughty little madam’ jibe, because the spanking started in earnest, with stinging slaps to her buttocks.

She was silent to start with, although her breathing quickened with each spank, but David Masters wasn’t concerned. He wanted to take his time tonight, to build up the pain bit by bit, until she was writhing on his lap and begging him to stop. Thus he took his time, alternating slow, hard smacks to each buttock, enjoying their soft, yielding nature, and the way they gradually pinkened. Once they were glowing uniformly, he began to hear her gasp, and then yelp, as the intensity of the pain built up. Finally, she began to wriggle on his lap, and kick her legs, but he kept her held tightly, and enjoyed her movement over his erect penis.

Louise had be determined to take the spanking stoically, to deny him the satisfaction of ‘winning’, but there was no way she was going to be able to cope with this. Once the numbing humiliation of being over his lap, bared buttocks in the air and being spanked had sunk in, the pain started to occupy her thoughts. Each spank brought ever more hurt, and the wait in-between each one was almost as bad. She seemed unable to control her movements as she struggled on his lap, and she began kicking as he began to spank the tops of her thighs. She was losing control, gasps becoming yelps of pain and fright. Then, suddenly, she felt him grip her knickers and tug them down.

‘No!’ she gasped, and reached behind her to stop him. He couldn’t be doing this! Her bottom was met with a hard barrage of spanks that took her breath away.

‘Get your hands out of the way you naughty minx’ he growled. ‘If you think for one minute this punishment is going to be conducted with your knickers on then you’ve got another thing coming. Nudity is an essential part of your humiliation. Perhaps then you will learn not to steal money from the taxpayer.’

As her panties were finally lowered over her buttocks, Louise gave a quiet sob. She waited for the hateful spanking to start again, but instead felt his finger probing between her legs. She clamped her legs tight together.

‘Get your hands away from there’ she hissed.

He laughed, but obeyed her, giving her a gentle tap on her bum.

‘I am going to spank you for the next ten minutes, and the only time I will not be spanking you, is if my hand is touching you where you currently don’t want it to go. So I’ll keep on giving you opportunities to change your mind.’

Ten minutes!

‘You can’t spank me for ten minutes, I’ll never be able to take…. Ouch, Ow, Ooowwww!’

The spanking resumed, interrupting her sentence, this time with more intensity, and Louise found herself shouting out, writhing on his lap in an attempt to evade the merciless blows, all to no avail. After each minute he paused to probe her intimate areas, and whilst she refused after the first and second minutes, after the third she shamefully relaxed her thighs. She felt a surge of humiliation as his fingers touched the outside of her vagina.

He was struggling to reach any deeper though, until he pushed her jeans, with some difficulty, down her legs so they and the panties were around he ankles. Then he parted her legs as far as he was able, and penetrated her with a lubricated finger. Louise was fighting to hold back tears of shame now, and when he withdrew his hand and licked his finger, saying ‘Your pussy tastes lovely’ she felt physically sick.

When his hand returned, two fingers entered her, and she endured a couple of minutes of them thrusting in and out of her, thinking that this was only marginally less unpleasant than being spanked.

He must have got bored though, because suddenly the spanking resumed, hard and fast, knocking the breath out of her. When she finally recovered, it was to let out a piercing scream of despair. She couldn’t take this!

‘Please stop!’ she begged him, but he ignored her. What else could she do to get him to cease? Then a sudden thought hit her, a horribly degrading, desperate thought. ‘Please finger my pussy again sir!’ she yelped.

David Masters felt a thrill surge through his body. She had called him sir, without him telling her to. And she had begged him to molest her. How humiliated she must feel! But time was running out, and he wanted to further degrade her.

‘But I’ve been fingering your, ahem, pussy, and to be frank I was getting a bit bored. Perhaps if you asked me to finger your bum hole, I might consider stopping the spanking.’

This couldn’t be happening. She had never… could never allow that. But the spanking was hurting so much now she had to do something.

‘Please finger my bum hole sir’ she heard herself yell.

Miraculously the spanking stopped.

‘Well as you asked so nicely dear’ he said, patting her bum gently. Then she felt her buttocks spread, and a drop of what must have been spit land on her anus. For the first time in her life something entered her back passage. It wasn’t painful as such, but felt so unnatural and wrong. It was only after a minute or so that she grunted as a second finger painfully spread her anus tight.

Louise had lost track of the amount of time she had spent over this mans lap, but surely her ordeal would be over soon? Fingers were now probing her bum hole and her vagina simultaneously, leaving her feeling horribly ‘full’ down below. It was such a relief when they finally stopped, until she realized what this meant.

‘Last minute’ he told her ‘and we don’t want to forget the primary reason you’re here, which is to have your bare bottom soundly punished.’

With that the spanking resumed, hard and fast, and Louise resumed her dance over his lap, screaming with each blow, until finally she felt herself pushed unceremoniously to the floor. At last it was over, and now, hopefully, she could get on with the rest of her life in peace.

‘Stand up’ he ordered. She obeyed gingerly, pulling her panties up as she did so, shielding her vagina from sight. But as she made to pull up her jeans he stopped her. ‘We’ll have those off now’ he said.

Louise had no choice but to comply with his wishes, slipping off her stilettos and then the jeans. Once unencumbered he indicated that she should put the shoes back on, and grinned approvingly as she stood in front of him.

‘You have beautiful legs’ he goaded ‘and the heels show them off perfectly. But I think you can indulge me in another of my fetishes.’ He passed her a packet of tights. Louise was shocked to see that they were white. Surely no one wore white tights?

A minute later she was wearing them, and standing in front of him with her heels back on and her hands on the top of her head. Her face burnt with the embarrassment of presenting herself thus to this dirty old pervert.

He, however, could have stared at her like that forever, enjoying the shame in her downcast gaze. But he needed now to get a closer look at those large breasts of hers. He hoped fervently that their firm, uplifted appearance wasn’t all due to bra she was wearing.

‘The top needs to come off now’ he rasped, then, regaining his composure, ‘NOW!’ as she hesitated. She jumped, as she did every time he raised his voice to her, and then began to slowly peel her sweater over her head.

A gossamer thin bra covered her breasts and he could immediately see that despite her age and childbirth, they retained much of their youthful firmness. Jesus, they were all he had hoped for and more. He was almost pleased when she tried to cover them with her hands once the sweater was off. It allowed him to make her jump once more as he shouted ‘Get those hands away and back on the top of your head’ at her.

Louise was increasingly frightened of this man who seemed to exert such easy control over her. She had been convinced that her ordeal was over once the spanking had finished, but she was beginning to realize that she was wrong. What more could he have in store for her?

‘You have scissors in this establishment I assume?’

‘What?’

‘I think you mean pardon, dear. The question was mainly ironic, given that you run a hairdressers.’

‘Salon’ she corrected him without thinking.  She saw his face flush with anger and immediately realized her mistake.

‘Turn around and touch your toes’ he ordered coldly.

‘I’m sorry’ she squealed, but had to obey him, and endure a further spanking.

‘Do’

‘Ouch’

‘Not’

‘Owww!’

‘Dare’

‘Aaargh’

‘Correct me young lady.’

‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry sir!’ Louise yelped, and felt herself being tugged upright by her bra strap.

‘Fetch me a pair of scissors.’

Louise clopped over to a workstation in her high heels, returning with the tools of her trade, desperate to ask him what he was going to do with them. But she daren’t, handing them over instead with a trembling hand. Without being asked, she returned her hands to the top of her head. He approached her swiftly, and cut a small hole in each bra cup, exposing her nipples to him. Louise suppressed both a sob and the urge to cover herself with her arms. He stood back to admire his handiwork, and now her face burned almost as bright as her bottom.

‘We are going to move on to the next stage of your punishment’ he told her, and laughed as she gasped in shock. Surely she couldn’t take any more? ‘I am going to use a leather strap to punish your bottom.

‘Please don’t hurt me again’ she pleaded, ‘I’ve learnt my lesson.’ He just chuckled.

Much as he had enjoyed looking at her, David Masters was determined to make this young woman’s bottom dance to his tune again. And he had just the humiliating position for her to do it in. He made her lie on her back on the floor, and instructed her to raise her legs above her head. Once there, he pulled them right over until her feet touched the ground behind her head.

Everything was now on display through the thin gusset of her tights, and she looked up, trembling, between her spread legs, to see his arm slice downwards towards her waiting buttocks.

THWACK!

Jesus! She positively howled in anguish. The pain was hideous!

THWACK!

Before she could recover, another blow struck, literally taking her breath away. This was agonizing, and she would have fallen from her position had he not held her firmly in place. Tears were forming in her eyes again, and he teased her with a number of air shots that had her tensing and squealing in anticipation. He laughed callously as she did so.

THWACK!

With the third stroke she was drumming her feet so hard that one of the stilettos came off. He didn’t pause to make her put it back on though, and a fourth brutal stroke splattered onto her burning buttocks moments later.

Louise’s beautiful face contorted in agony and tears trickled down her cheeks. She sobbed as a horrific fifth stroke lanced pain through her body, and howled as a sixth, and final stroke burned into her ruined rump.

David Masters could see that she was in no fit state to continue her punishment, yet he was determined to humiliate her further before bringing his shiny new cane into play. To this end he took the scissors she had handed him earlier and snipped a hole into the gusset of the tights. Then he took two hairbrushes, inserting the larger handle into her gaping vagina, and the smaller one into her anus.

For the last few minutes, Louise’s mind had been focused on the incredible pain she was suffering, but now that it was subsiding, she began to realize just a degrading position she was in. Here she was, a 34 year old woman with her own successful business, laying naked on the floor, her bum up in the air, with hairbrushes sticking out of her private parts! And then an even more terrible thought struck her. What if there was someone outside watching all this?

He made her lay there for what seemed like an eternity, until her crying has subsided.

‘Let’s set a little test for you,’ Masters told her. ‘I want you to stand up, and I want you to make sure that each of those hairbrushes stays in place. I will double the number of cane strokes I give you if either of them falls out.’

It seemed like an impossible task, but somehow Louise managed it, clenching her pelvic floor muscles for all they were worth. He even clapped her sarcastically as she stood before him with the brushes hanging out of her, before allowing her to let them fall to the floor.

Louise stood there in a state of numb disbelief. This couldn’t be happening to her. Only this morning she had kissed her daughter goodbye at the school gates, and come in to work just like every other day. But now she being beaten and humiliated by this awful man. Now he was going to…Oh my God, he was going to cane her! He slipped a fearsome looking implement from his briefcase and whipped it experimentally through the air with a terrifying whoosh. Louise felt as though she was going to faint.

‘I am going to cane you on the bare bottom’ he told her. ‘I am going to have you in the traditional outfit for naughty young women such as yourself, stockings, suspenders and of course your delightful high heels. NOW STRIP!’

Gasping, Louise hurriedly obeyed, peeling the dreadful white tights over her throbbing bottom and stepping out of them, before unfastening her bra and letting it slip to the floor. She was completely naked in front of him now, and quite a bit shorter without the high heels on.

‘We’ll have all that excessive make-up off your face now, especially as it has run with all that unnecessary crying.’

So she had to endure him wiping her face with a damp cloth, like a little child. Now she felt completely exposed without her ‘war paint,’ as her daughter had dubbed it.

Then she had to put the stockings and suspender belt on – not an easy task as she couldn’t remember the last time she had done so. A white suspender belt and some really rather dreadful looking tan stockings, then finally her black high heels.

He led her to the sinks that were used for washing clients hair, and made her kneel on the chair in front of one, before, unbelievably, making her put her head down into the bowl, face first, and starting to run water over her head. She felt him spread her legs and arch her back, knowing she was presenting her gaping pussy, not only to him, but also to anyone who might be watching from the square. She prayed fervently that no one was there to witness her humiliation.

The running water seemed to be yet another humbling of her, but it also stopped her hearing the cane as it swished through the air. The first stroke caught her by surprise, a sharp line of searing pain making her leap backwards, the shower splashing water all over her chest and the floor as she screamed like a banshee.

Rough hands soon pushed her back down, and before the water was set to run over her head again, she heard him say that if she couldn’t stay still, he would have to tie her down. And so the tights were used to fix her hands to the chair, and something else used to tie her knees to it. Though she tried to pull against them, she was completely stuck.

Thus deprived of vision, hearing and movement, she sobbed as a second stroke bit into her and sprang away. All she could do was waggle her feet forlornly in an attempt to dissipate the pain.

A third stroke followed after what seemed like an eternity, and she screamed down the plughole with all her might. The pain was simply unimaginable.

A fourth stroke was, if anything, worse still, and she pulled with all her might against the bonds that held her tightly in place, to no avail. It was only when she finally stilled that a fifth stroke exploded into her buttocks and was met with another despairing shriek.

Suddenly the water stopped. She felt her head pulled backwards by her hair, and saw with shock, the wretched face looking back at her. Shorn of all make-up, her hair pulled tightly back, eyes red-rimmed from crying, it was the look of a thoroughly beaten wretch.

‘I want to see your face as the last stroke lands’ her tormentor announced, and with that she heard the whoosh and then crack of the cane. She howled, a long, high-pitched keening, before subsiding into shaking sobs.

David Masters was exultant. The experience had been all he had dreamt of and more. He was in no rush to untie her, partly because he didn’t want this experience to end, and partly because a new idea had struck him. Perhaps he should fuck her? He would never again in his life get a chance to have sex with such a beauty. It was immoral, but then what about this evening’s entertainment hadn’t been?

No. Caution prevailed. Instead, he untied her and let her get up from the chair. She stood before him, utterly defeated, unable to look him in the eye. Again temptation came to him. Perhaps just a blowjob? But again he resisted, telling her to get out of the stockings and suspenders. He was going to keep them, and the tights in which he’d punished her, for the rest of his life.

He did, however, have one final humiliating ordeal for Louise. He told her to put her stiletto shoes back on, and marched her to the large, glass window that fronted the salon. There, he forced her to stand with her nose, breasts and pussy pressed against the glass, her hands on the back of her head.

Moving out of her line of sight, he stood back to admire the view, and, succumbing at last to temptation, withdrew his bulging cock and began to play with it. Although unable to see what he was doing, Louise must have heard the slapping of his balls, because she began to frantically whimper.

And suddenly he was moving towards her with a purpose, still frantically tugging at his cock. He was going to fuck her after all!

And then he wasn’t. As he reached her he lost control, and with a groan of frustration and release, he ejaculated over her back and her bottom.

He had come over her! One final degradation for Louise to take. She felt shame, and then anger rising in her.

‘I’m going to get you for this’ she spat at him, ‘I’m going to report you to your boss. You can’t get away with it.’

She turned her face towards him.

‘Get back in position!’ he snapped, and unbelievably, her anger quickly being replaced by fear, she obeyed him.

‘Report me to my boss?’ he sneered. ‘It was he who sent me. He gave me your file as a leaving present. I retire tomorrow.

And you’d better hope that my boss doesn’t come and pay you a visit himself. If you thought that what I’ve done was bad, you haven’t experienced anything yet. His parties are notorious for their inventive cruelty.’

A cold chill swept through Louise’s body.

‘But you said my case would be allowed to time-out’ she gasped.

‘I expect it will’ he said calmly. ‘He did gift you to me after all, didn’t he?’

And with that, and one final warning, he was gone.

‘You will stay in that position for 30 minutes. I will keep popping back to check that you do. You don’t want my boss to know that you disobeyed my orders, do you?’

…………………………………

       Marina had been sure that something was happening between the strange man and her boss, so she had stayed in the courtyard when she left work and had watched as Louise was so humiliatingly punished. Indeed, she had taken pictures and videos of it on her mobile phone. For what had occurred had been a revelation to her. She was more aroused then she had ever been before, because she wanted to be in the position that he was in. She wanted to dominate her boss. And the pictures and video would provide her with the leverage to do so.