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Auction of Promises

by Obohobo

Chapter 1. The Auction

"What are you going to offer for the Auction this year Jane?" Matty asked me.

"Same as last year I suppose; '15 hours housework, no sex'. Not much else I feel I can offer even though it didn't make much money last year."

"You don't feel up to offering yourself as an escort like Kathy?" Matty already knew I had strong views on that. She was trying to wind me up and decided to ignore the remark. She went on, "You could make a lot more money for charity and for yourself. You might even find a boyfriend. What you get out of the housework bit won't pay for a phone call to enquire about a new car let alone buy one."

"Kathy doesn't seem to mind being a part time hooker. She'll probably get bookings for every night of the week and end up being a bit sore between her thighs. In any case I don't need another boyfriend, only just got rid of the last one. You'll do your usual barbecue I suppose? "

"Yeah, I enjoy them and Ken does most of the cooking. It was popular last time and brought in about £200 with the raffle and the games we played." I'd only paid in £45 for fifteen hours of boring housework, clearing and cleaning the home of old man Hansen whose wife died several years ago. I think it was about the only time in a year he'd had the place cleaned.

The auction Matty referred to was the Auction of Promises the firm organised for one week every year. We were part of a big international insurance group but the auction was only for the U.K. branches. It was done on-line using the firm's intranet that outsiders would not normally have access to, although many small subsidiary and supply firms were connected to it as well so all in all the information reached several thousand people. On a web page we placed a photo ourselves and then gave the service we offered. Underneath people could place their bids for that service. The services ranged from flights in a private plane, to a boating weekend and right down to the lowly service of house cleaning that I offered. Half the money raised went to charity and the participant kept half although often they gave the full amount to the charity.

Matty logged on and brought up the page. Already there were about fifty entries. Scrolling down she stopped at Kathy's promise. 'Friendly and accommodating escort service. Please state night required.' I noticed she hadn't ticked the 'no sex' box.

She scrolled on to her entry. 'Fun barbecue. Good food, fun and games. You'll have a terrific time. Friday evening only.' She'd ticked the 'no sex' box.

"What shall we put for you, Jane? We've still got that awful mug shot on file we used last time." It was my passport photo and I looked a bit grim in it. She typed in '15 hours housework' and ticked 'no sex'. Then changed it, 'Housework/slave for 15 hours' but left the no sex in place because she knew my views on that subject. My boyfriend had left abruptly with another girl after we'd lived as an item for eight months. I didn't want another relationship or even a one-night stand. "That might get you a better offer than Dan Hansen's," she laughed. Later that day I had an email to verify my entry and somewhat reluctantly I did so. I was still unsure about the 'slave' part but decided to give it a try and I wasn't forced to accept any of the bids.

Next day before work a group of us from the office checked what bids had been put forward. Kathy already had generous offers for three nights. "You'll be walking bow-legged on Monday," one of the girls giggled at her.

"Who said I let them screw me," Kathy demanded.

"We do," we all chorused together and fell about laughing.

Matty had three couples offering ten pounds each. "Not a bad start," she remarked, "Last year only a few booked on the first few days. Many wait until the weekend and discus it with their wives or partners."

Mine just had one from Dan Hansen offering £6 per hour the same as last year. I was disappointed. "It's early days," I said to the others and Matty gave my hand a squeeze. "You don't have to accept the bid," she whispered. I'd told myself that already.

Doreen suggested, "Uncheck the 'no sex' box and then you will get plenty of offers especially from dirty old men with plenty of money. They might even buy you the car!" Everyone joined in the suggestion and this gave rise to many fanciful and improbable scenarios that could happen. I adamantly refused to alter it and I was glad there was some system in place whereby once the 'submit' button had been pressed, the wording of the offer couldn't be altered although it could all be deleted. I was ragged even more the next day when another man had upped the bid to £6.20 an hour. They all seemed to think my photo put people off. Sylvia our supervisor called us back to work so we didn't discuss it further.

Dan had upped the price to £6.30 an hour the next day a derogatory increase according to everyone and their remarks made me feel very depressed and downcast. Matty tried to lift my spirits but didn't succeed. It was just one more thing I had to deal with. The car was my biggest problem. Without it my journey to work was not only expensive, it took nearly two hours because the rural buses didn't connect without a long wait. Going home was not much better although in theory it should have only taken an hour and a half, it was frequently late.

I didn't bother looking at the bids on Friday morning until Kathy called, "Come and see your offer Jane!" She and the other girls sounded excited but I was in a dark mood.

"What is it this morning?" I asked sourly, "£6.40?"

"Come and see, girl!" Her enthusiasm lifted my spirits enough to walk to the screen.

'Jane phone xxxxx xxxxxx Ext. 317 Offer £1,000 plus. David' All the girls were laughing and making comments as to what sort of slave I would be for that money. Like them I guessed sex would be involved somewhere along the way. I recognised the phone number as coming from our Midlands office but hadn't any idea whose extension 317 was. It was midmorning break but it took many prompts from my colleagues before I had the courage to phone the number.

"Mr. Furlough's office, can I help you?" A typical secretary sing-song reply. I told her I was Jane Beeson and I'd been asked to phone him. "I'll see if he is available, hold on please." Again she disinterestedly sang the words as she'd done thousands of times. At least there wasn't any music to accompany the wait but I had time enough to work out that the man must be in the upper echelons of power to have his own secretary.

"Furlough," the voice sounded very abrupt voice over the phone. The voice of a man used to giving commands and having them obeyed.

"Good morning," I stammered, "I'm Jane Beeson… You left a note on the Auction of Promises site for me to call you."

"Ah, yes, Jane. I'm David. Sorry I didn't recognise the name when my secretary put you through. Look, would you be prepared to spend a two week holiday with me in the highlands and act as my wife?" That threw me. It sounded like he wanted someone to take away for couple of weeks for sex. I hesitated and almost said no but he went on. "I have to attend a conference for two days in Inverness and will have to be present at a couple of evening functions where it is expected that I have a partner. I'd planned taking the woman I'd been living with but she left me six weeks ago and went to live with her lesbian friend." I heard a stifled giggle.

"Sir, I think our conversation is being listened to by most of the office. Perhaps you would like to phone me at home?"

I gave him my number but before he hung up he threw me in a loop again. "Better still, have dinner with me tonight. Perhaps at the Ramada on the A1 just north of Grantham. That's about halfway for both of us."

"Sorry sir…"

"Don't keep calling me sir. I'm David except at work."

"Sorry David… I thought I was in slave mode." I gave a giggle. "Sorry, I don't have a car that works and there is no hope of repairing it in time, in fact no hope of repairing it at all." I choked back a little cry, which I know he heard.

"No problem. I'll see what I can sort out and get back to you."

I'd hardly put the phone down and the girls started ribbing me about being a wife for two weeks. I more or less dismissed the idea, as it would certainly involve sex or at least a relationship that I was reluctant to get into.

I didn't hear anything more until shortly after lunch when a van driver came into the office and spoke with Sylvia who brought him to me. "Jane Beeson? I'm Bob and I've been told to drive you to the Walsall office when I return with my next load. I've got to leave in a few minutes." He spoke with a Birmingham accent so I guessed the Walsall office was his home base.

"But… I've nothing to wear…"

"You look fine to me," Bob grinned "Maybe Mr. Furlough doesn't want you wearing anything."

"I can't go like this!" I protested.

"Of course you can," Matty chided, "Take a risk for once in your life. If he wants you in a posh outfit he'll have to buy you one!"

"How will I get back?" I was worried I might be stranded up there.

"Dunno Miss. I expect I'll be back this way on Monday. He can afford to put you in a hotel for the weekend if he doesn't let you stay at his place. Don't think he's taken any girls in since Maisie left though. Seems a reasonable enough bloke. Bit bossy perhaps but I don't have many dealings with him. Only seen him a few of times. A lowly van driver like me don't get to visit the gods on the top floor."

"Get going," Matty urged, "Things will sort themselves out when you get there."

"You'd better go to the ladies first miss as it will be a couple of hours before we can stop, that is if the traffic on a Friday isn't too bad." Bob added.

Chapter 2. My trial weekend starts

The journey was bad. Two accidents kept us crawling for miles so we were two hours overdue our scheduled arrival time. His office knew about it but even so I arrived at a virtually empty block of offices. Bob dropped me at the main entrance and drove the van round to the back somewhere. I wondered if I would be locked out but the door opened. The cleaning staff were busy but there was no one at the reception desk. A cleaner switched off her vacuum and asked in a broad dialect that I had difficulty in understanding, "Are yer looking for someone, luv?" When I explained she yelled loudly for someone in words I could not make out. A security guard entered. "Miss Beeson?" I nodded and he picked up the phone, "Mr. Furlough, Miss Beeson's here." A few moments later he replaced the phone and said, "Mr. Furlough will be down straightaway." At least he's stayed and waited for me, I mused.

The man that emerged from the lift was younger than I expected, mid-thirties I guessed, perhaps eight years older than me. He greeted me courteously but in short abrupt sentences, "Thank you for coming Jane. Sorry you had a difficult journey. I guess you'd like to freshen up a bit. Looks like the cleaners are in the ladies rooms here. I'll take you home. It's only ten minutes away. You can do what you have to there. Still some of the things Maisie left. Please come this way." I was a little surprised with myself. Without uttering a single word I'd allowed this man to lead me out to his car and take me to his home. A man I really knew nothing about. Although I had a thousand questions I wanted to ask, in the car we only talked briefly about the journey and my position in the office. I did find out that he was on the board of directors. "Another reason for needing a woman as an acting wife." I didn't understand the reasoning but we'd arrived at a spacious detached house in what appeared to be an upper class area. Only much later did I find out he was a major shareholder in the company.

"This is the guest room. The shower's through here." I guessed where I would be sleeping that night. He showed me the controls to the shower. "Rinse your underwear and hang them in the drying cubicle." He showed me a cupboard that contained a heating element. "I intended to take you to dinner but it's too late now to buy you something suitable to wear. I'll do that tomorrow. Tonight I'll order from the Golden Dragon Special Service." I rightly guessed that was a Chinese takeaway or at least I got the Chinese right. "There are several dressing gowns in the wardrobe so you should find one that fits. There's an assortment of slippers too. I'll fix us a cup of tea and bring it up." I muttered, "Thank you," and wondered once again how he was able to gently give me orders that I would follow without question.

Ten minutes later, just as I had got out of the shower and was drying myself, he walked in without knocking. He put my tea on the vanity counter. It was in a delicate porcelain cup with matching saucer on a silver tray. It pleased me to note that it was a good size breakfast cup and not one of the dinky little things they serve in posh restaurants. I held the towel to cover the front of my body but he only looked for a few moments and said, "Dinner will be here in thirty minutes."

I barely had time to put a brush through my hair before a gong sounded twice from downstairs. Dinner was served. Wrapping the dressing gown tightly around me, I hurried down knowing he wouldn't want to be kept waiting. Fully expecting to find hot aluminium trays with cardboard lids and sachets of sauces on the table, it was a complete shock to find the food in willow-pattern dishes on table heaters and a cook preparing other food on a portable electric stove. Two Chinese gentlemen stood to one side. David indicated where I should sit and one of the men held my chair for me. "Wow!" I thought, "I could get used to this. This wasn't the sort of take-away service I was used to!" The waiters served us and poured wine. Never once was I asked if I wanted anything. David spoke in his terse sentence way about inconsequential things but there were long gaps in the conversation. Slowly it came to me that behind all his power bearing, he was actually a shy man. He could probably converse for hours on stocks and share dealing but couldn't hold a chatty conversation with a woman who had no idea about such things. "Perhaps," I thought to myself, "That is why he wants someone to go with him to these functions."

"David, why don't you go and get out of that stuffy suit you've been in all day and get into something more comfortable?" I suggested when we retired to the lounge for coffee and were alone. "Have a shower and freshen up. I'll be fine here." He protested feebly until I shooed him away. For the first time, I had control but I guessed that was only because he wanted to change anyway and felt guilty at leaving me alone. While he was gone I looked around the room. It was spacious, modern and what I think they term 'minimalist' in style. The seats were real leather with glass-topped tables between them and a sideboard at one end of the room. All were bereft of ornaments, photos or magazines. No clutter anywhere at all. Likewise the walls were bare except for two modern looking paintings that I couldn't make head or tail of but which were probably expensive originals. My guess was that he'd employed a designer for the room and never used it while he was at home alone.

"David?" I began when he returned dressed only in a robe and slippers, "Before we go any further will you please tell me exactly what is expected of me this weekend and on the two weeks you wish me to spend with you? I don't wish to find myself in the wilds of Scotland doing things that are abhorrent to me."

He nodded but answered with a question. "Why did you put 'slave' on your auction offer?"

"Matty suggested it. She's my best friend at work. We thought it might bring in a little more money than 'housework' did last year."

"How much differently did you expect to be treated when you went to work as a slave rather than as a houseworker?"

"I didn't really think about it. It was a spur of the moment idea. Not much I suppose. Perhaps be ordered about a bit more, maybe made to wear a skimpy dress." I really hadn't considered how I would cope with the slave part of the offer.

"How would you feel if I said that I wanted to take the term slave literally?"

"What like chaining me up and whipping me and forcing me to do sex things?" My voice and face must have showed their shock but I felt a strange tingle between my legs and my nipples started to harden. A tingle of excitement that I'm sure increased my heartbeat.

"Not quite," David smiled for the first since we met. "More the being ordered around, wearing little or nothing. Some discipline if you didn't do as you were told. Nothing that would affect your life afterwards."

Again I felt that tingle but decided to be cagey with my reply, "I don't know. I didn't envisage that scenario although the office girls did and worse."

"You would have gone almost that far for £6.40 and hour. I am offering much more than that."

"I know. I appreciate that but as yet I don't know if I can trust you. We only met a few hours ago." When I started the conversation I was hoping to interrogate him but in fact it was mostly him questioning me. He went on.

"You ticked the 'no sex' box. Did you really mean no sex at all costs or no sex until I've seen who is buying me?"

"Well I half expected Dan Hansen to buy my services and I certainly would have objected to sex with him. He's old, none too clean and has a fat belly. I no prude and I lived with a boyfriend for months so I might have succumbed to the right person. I'm on the pill so pregnancy shouldn't be a problem."

"Would I put you off?"

"How do I answer that? If I say yes, I'm shown the door; if I say no, then I'm taken to your room and screwed. Can I reserve judgement on that? At the moment I'll say, I'm not put off."

"Why did you put such an awful photo of yourself against your offer? You had a much better one on your personal file."

"So you checked up on me! Used your position to see my personal information." I tried to sound angry.

"Yes. Wouldn't you have done in the same position? I'd almost rejected your offer until I saw your file. At least now I hope we can have a pleasant weekend together. Maybe that will persuade you to come to Scotland."

"You want me to be a slave this weekend too? Am I even staying for the weekend? You only mentioned dinner tomorrow night."

"Jane, this has got to be a two way thing. You've got to want to give it a try at least, if not, we're both wasting our time. For my part, I will say, I like what I've seen and heard from you so far." I returned the compliment and he went on, "One more thing Jane, don't get ideas about this leading to a lasting relationship. Maisie put me right off long-term relationships. I know too that you can see pound signs all over the place here. Yes, I'm a wealthy man and that brings with it the problem of money grabbers. Already since Maisie left, several friends have tried to foist their daughters on me and a couple of the office staff have openly offered their bodies. I've seen through them. You, Jane, I know are hard up. You're desperate for cash. If we get on well together, fine. I'll invest in your time but I won't be put in a situation where that investment is yours to demand."

"You make me feel like a bloody prostitute!" I yelled at him. "Yes, I am desperate for money but I'm not going to be earning it by lying on my back on command! Paid by so much per fuck. Is that what you're suggesting? Perhaps I should go home now. Except I can't. I don't even have enough for the train fare home and it's another week before my pay cheque comes through." I started to sob.

For a while he sat and looked helpless then he got up and sat alongside me. I felt his arm around my shoulders. "Jane, that is another example of the problem I have. People think I just want to buy them. If I say I will help them financially as I have just done, they immediately think they have to pay me with services I haven't actually asked for. Yes, I would like to take you to my bed and have sex with you. I would be gay or something not to want to. You're very attractive and I like your personality but as I said, it has got to be a two-way thing. Think about it overnight. I shan't disturb you. When you're ready in the morning, come down to breakfast. I'm always up early. You'll find me in my little den on the ground floor two doors further on from the dining room. You'll also learn of my secret hobby."

Weary as I was from the tiresome journey and the events of the evening, sleep didn't come easily. I tossed the evening's talk over and over in my mind. I liked the man but he'd already made it clear that nothing could come of it. I also feared him; feared the way he dominated me seemingly without trying to do so, feared what he might do when or if he disciplined me. He had said he would. Should I take the risk and go on this trip to Scotland where for much of the time it seemed I would have to act as a slave. Why did Matty suggest I put that on the auction form? Would he really help me with my financial problem without turning me into a prostitute? I didn't really have any qualms about the sex part, well normal sex anyway. I done oral a number of times but never had it up my bottom although a roommate at college did it that way regularly. Finally I woke. It was only 6:30 but I needed to pee and my throat felt parched.

Crawling out of bed, naked because I hadn't a night-dress or pyjamas, I went to the loo and then putting on the dressing gown and slippers, crept down stairs wondering if he really was up that early. The smell of toast and coffee from the kitchen told me he was. Helping myself to coffee, he'd obviously eaten the toast earlier but the smell lingered, I made my way to the den, knocked and went in. His 'small' den was larger than my lounge and bedroom combined. Unlike the rooms I'd seen the previous evening, this one was lived in. Books and papers were in little piles intermingled with much of the other paraphernalia of a man's life. Most surprisingly, to me at least, was that he sat at a tapestry frame and was busy with wool and gold threads on a large and extraordinarily complex picture. He looked up when I arrived. "Good morning Jane. You're up earlier than I expected. Sleep well?" He tucked the needle into the canvas and was about to get up.

"Good morning David," I replied, "Please carry on, I'd like to see you work while I drink my coffee. No I didn't sleep too well but that's normal for my first night away and I had too many thoughts chasing around my brain. We'll talk about that when I've woken up a bit more. I really do want to see what you are doing. I've done three tapestries but they were only kits and much smaller than this and they took forever to do. Let me see what you have done." He smoothed some of the folds outside the frame and showed me. "It's beautiful," I complimented him, "I've never known a man to do tapestry before. My grandmother started me off and most of the people I knew who did it were old women." We sat and chatted and he showed me how he did the work.

"The design is from a Carravagio painting that I scanned into the computer and used a tapestry design programme to convert it from the scan," he told me. Soon though I'd finished my coffee and he cooked breakfast. Bacon and eggs, something I would never have at home even if I had the time in the mornings. When he'd cleared my plate away and we sat facing each other across the table with a fresh cup of coffee, he asked, "Have you come to any decision?"

I hadn't but knew I had to make up my mind one way or the other. It was pointless delaying. I'd spent enough time arguing with myself last night. Perhaps it was the thought of his money helping me get another car, but I believed there was more to it than that. I said, "Yes." He looked at me while I hesitated. The look on his face told me he expected me to leave. I paused a moment or two longer and went on, "Yes, I will do it. Provided I survive these next two days, I'll accompany you to Scotland and you can use this time to give me a try out as a proper slave with the 'no sex' box unchecked." His face burst into a smile of pleasure. It pleased me that I had made the decision and I hoped it was the right one. He came round the table, pulled me to my feet and hugged and kissed me."

"Thank you, thank you," he repeated. We sat and as we drank our coffee I asked, "Why did you pick me. You had access to the files on hundreds of girls."

"I don't normally look at the auction list but I did this year perhaps because I was alone. It was the one word 'slave' that caught my eye. I did have visions of a girl in harem dress sucking my prick but knew that would not be the case. I read your offer and looked at the picture and got the computer to tell me who Jane was. Decided to make you an offer I hoped you could not refuse. So perhaps your friend was to blame for your being here."

"I'll kick her arse when I get back," I laughed.

"Perhaps a thank you might be more appropriate."

"I'll need to wait till Sunday to decide that."

Chapter 3. A dinner date

"Right then, plan for this morning." David turned business-like. "First we shower and get to know each other a little better. Then we'll go shopping. Sorry you'll have to wear yesterday's clothes. By lunchtime you'll have enough clothes to last the weekend." I thought to myself, "Shopping for clothes takes far longer than that," but I kept quiet. Perhaps it was only going to be one dress and a tracksuit!

Our shower took longer than normal. He washed me thoroughly all over and I did him and was pleased to note that I got his prick good and hard and it was bigger than my ex boyfriend's. I asked, "Do you wish your slave girl to suck it master?"

"Not yet, we've other things to do first." Even after that it was still only a little after nine-thirty when we drove to a local shopping mall. We went straight into a rather expensive looking ladies dress shop. A middle-aged woman came from the back of the shop. "Good morning Mr. Furlough, we haven't seen you in here for some time."

David ignored the remark. "Miss Walters, I need a dress and what ever else is necessary to take this young lady to dinner at the Country Club tonight. Find something suitable if you please."

"Emily," the woman called, "See what we have in a size 11." That was my size and she'd measured me just by looking. It didn't seem as if I was going to have any choice in the matter. "Bring the green shot silk one." She held it in front of me. I didn't think I would have given it a second look even if it had a sale price tag on. "Yes that will suit you fine. Try it on miss please. No bra". Emily came into the spacious dressing room with me. "I'll have to zip you up miss," she explained. I had to admit that I did look rather fetching in it.

"Find a matching pair of shoes and a handbag. Size five," Miss Walters ordered when I returned to show David. The shoes were a little higher on the heel than I normally wore but they were still only about two inches. She appraised me again. "Green chiffon scarf and pom to match." By the time she'd knotted the scarf around my neck and put the 'pom' whatever that was supposed to mean, in my hair I looked really glamorous. I worried what was expected of me to pay the large bill he was running up. It didn't stop there.

"Now a suitable set to go out into the country tomorrow and a suit for her to work in on Monday." During all this I was never asked if I liked anything. David just told the woman what he wanted me outfitted for and she found what she thought was appropriate. When at one point I tried to give an opinion David whispered in my ear, "A slave does as she is told and what her master wants. Is that clear?"

"Yes Sir," I whispered back. He was in control. He had the money. I had none or in fact, less than none until pay day.

All this had taken under two hours. At home it would have taken two weeks at least and the items would have been purchased from many different stores with much trying on of dresses and debating which was best and with bored assistants hovering in a corner and trying to keep out of your way.

Lunch was at a salad bar for which I was grateful. I still had that full feeling from breakfast. Returning to his home, I made a pot of tea and we sat in the lounge drinking it when out of the blue he ordered, "Slave come and suck my prick. I want to spend the afternoon enjoying you." It took a couple of seconds for the words to register but then I swallowed the last mouthful of tea and went over to him. Kneeling between his legs I took his prick out and gently massaged it. It was almost hard already. Taking it in my mouth I sucked it carefully. "Harder," he ordered.

"Sorry sir," I apologised, "I haven't done this too often." Slipping into slave mode seemed a natural thing to do. I wondered if he expected me to swallow his cum or whether he would pull out and spurt over my face as one of my boyfriends had done. I hoped not because some would inevitably go on my clothing. David didn't pull out so I swallowed it.

"That wasn't too bad for a first time. Come into the bedroom now. I wish to play with you in more comfort." In the bedroom he ordered me to undress him and then he took my clothes off and for a while we lay on the bed fondling each other. "Lie the other way round," he ordered after we'd played for a little while. My head was once again in his groin and he spread my legs and started lapping at my cunt and clit. This was quite a novel experience for me. Few of my boyfriends had even given a thought to doing it to me and the girlfriends I'd been with were much gentler. Just as I was approaching my climax he stopped and said, "Shave this lot off before you come to Scotland." He gave my pubic hair a tug.

"Yes sir," I replied and then added cheekily, "Shave this lot off too before we go to Scotland." We both seemed to assume I would join him for the trip. I gave his hair a pull too.

"That remark earns you a spanking cheeky slave."

"Oh no sir. Please not that. Please finish me off first," I pleaded but already he was sitting up and pulling me over his lap. Probably if I'd struggled a bit more forcibly he would have stopped but I went along with it and only made a feeble protest. Soon I was lying across his body with his prick under my stomach, his left arm pressed my back down and 'Smack!' his right hand hit my arse hard! Harder than I expected. I cried out but before the sound had left my lips his hand left its mark on my other bum cheek. "Stop," I yelled, "You're really hurting me," but by that time I'd received two more hard slaps. Now I started to move myself off him but it was too late. My body was firmly held and he laid on about twenty smacks before he ceased. There were tears in my eyes by then but I suppose the pain really wasn't that bad. He massaged my bottom but didn't let me up for several minutes. I started swearing but he warned me that would earn me another session. I believed him.

"Calm down slave Jane. I've not really hurt you, only warmed your bum a bit. I just wanted you to know I could and would. You're still pretty wet between your legs so it hasn't done you any harm. Lie on your back now and get your legs up by your head. Put them on my shoulders when I get going." I could feel his hardness against my belly and yes, I was still very aroused and hadn't been allowed to cum. He helped to roll me over and I winced slightly as my bum bit the mattress. The position he wanted me in was one I enjoyed as the penetration would be deep and I could see what his prick would be doing. However, his prick was longer and fatter than any I'd had previously, so I wondered if it would cause me even more pain. Well it did and it didn't. There was some pain as he stretched me open and again when he bottomed out and hit the cervix. What pain there was, was more than compensated for by the arousal it caused. With his previous sucking, perhaps helped by the spanking and the friction of a tight prick in my cunt, I came almost immediately. Still he thrust into me. I came again. Jolts of pleasure ran through my body until I felt him loose his seed in the depths of my body. He collapsed on top of me and I lowered my legs but kept them scissored around his waist. We lay like that for perhaps ten minutes, both of us panting and sweating.

"Thank you sir." I spoke in my subdued slave mode voice. "Thank you very much indeed." For a while we lay side by side, neither of us speaking but he had one arm around my shoulder and gently fondled my breasts with his hands.

"Do you really think I should shave my prick hair?" he asked without preamble.

"Unless you would prefer me to do it for you sir!" I hoped he wouldn't consider the remark cheeky enough to warrant another spanking but I had a feeling he only needed the merest excuse to do it last time.

"Perhaps I'll take you up on that offer." He smiled at me, "Provided I get to shave you."

"Deal," I laughed.

"Come on then. No time like the present. We'll do it and then shower." Suiting actions to his words I was dragged into the bathroom and sat on a cork topped stool. From a cabinet he produced a pair of scissors and proceeded to shorten my abundant growth to a stubble. I kept very still but he was quite deft with them. Instead of the disposable razor I expected he took his electric shaver from the stand and started using it. It produced vibrations that started arousing me again even though a couple of times it caught a longer hair and gave it a tug. He noticed I was getting wet again. "You really are a delightful and easily excitable sex pot. I'm glad you decided to come." .He gave my smooth mound a massage and thrust his finger inside me but took it out almost immediately. "My turn for a shave. You be careful with those scissors."

"What? You don't want to get fat and talk with a high pitched voice?" We both laughed. The hair around the base of his prick was easy to trim but I decided to do his balls as well. I don't think he expected that but he didn't say anything. Seemingly the vibrations had the same effect on him as they did me. In no time his prick raised its head and by the time I'd done pulling his balls about and shaving behind them, he was fully hard again. It looked even longer now the base wasn't hidden by hair.

"Stand against the wall," he ordered quietly. "I once had a schoolgirl like this in a doorway. We were both only fourteen and it was her first time. It's not the best of positions but we managed. I'm going to have you like that now." Once again he entered me. Easily this time because I was still well lubricated with his previous load of sperm. He started pumping and then I put my arm around his neck and swung my feet off the floor and gripped them around his body. Now his hands held my tender arse cheeks and bounced me on his prick. It was strange, awkward but we both climaxed from doing it. I enjoyed the feel of his naked cock against my pubic mound and he said he did too. Eventually we showered, donned our dressing gowns and went into the kitchen for tea and a biscuit. It was still far too early to dress for our dinner date.

"We'll walk in the garden for a bit," he informed me but the sun had gone in and it was chilly in our gowns so we came back indoors.

"I wouldn't mind watching you work on your tapestry," I suggested tentatively in case we were still in master and slave mode but he was agreeable. Once inside the den, he pushed some books aside and thrust a box at me. "Here, don't just watch, do some." It was a tapestry kit of a cocker spaniel. "It was a prize for winning a competition years ago." For a couple of hours we sat and plied our needles through canvas and gossiped like two women would – except of course, he was one of my bosses! All too soon it seemed we had to dress and go to the Country Club.

I have to admit we did look an elegant couple. He wore a cream suit with a red bow tie and I had the green dress that Miss Walters picked out for me. "We ought to have our photo taken," I remarked as we stood together before a full-length mirror.

"We can do that on the digital," he answered and quickly pulled a tripod and camera out of the den and set it in the lounge.

Minutes later I saw us and the pictures he took of me on my own, including a particularly good facial shot that caught me smiling, on the screen of his laptop. "Wow, I really look a million dollars," I exclaimed.

"No, just like a thousand pound no sex slave," he laughed. We emailed the pictures to me so I would have copies on my computer.

We had a fantastic evening with little hint of my being a slave girl except he ordered my food and wine. This irritated me slightly but I thought, "I'm not paying the bill! And the food's better than I would have cooked at home!" We watched a cabaret and danced a little but we were home before midnight. I slept naked in his bed but we were both too tired to do anything sexual apart from a little cuddle and kiss before dropping off to sleep.

Next morning I woke as he got out of bed at what seemed to be his usual time, 5 a.m. Blearily I opened my eyes and quickly shut them again. He didn't speak as he donned his dressing gown and went down stairs. At 6:30 he came into the bedroom with coffee, "We leave at nine for Charnwood Forest. Wear your country gear. No need to shower. You'll sweat on the walk. I'll make breakfast in fifteen minutes, we can dress after that." Groaning at the early hour, I sat and sipped the coffee.

The walk actually did me good, although eight miles with new shoes, even supposedly comfortable ones, caused a couple of blisters to form on my toes. The weather was perfect, the sun shone and cleared the mist away and there was just enough breeze to rustle the leaves and keep the temperature pleasantly cool. At first I could still feel the effects of the previous day's spanking but that disappeared after only a short while but it served to remind me of my status. We parked in the forecourt of a pub and returned there for lunch. David was right, I was soaked with sweat but was hungry enough to eat the roast dinner he ordered.

"Run a bath," David instructed when we returned, "A soak will do you good. Put some Radox in. It's in the bottom cupboard." I'd already complained of sore thigh and calf muscles from the walk. Certainly I was not used to walking further than the town shops or in the last week, to the bus stop. He though took it in his stride and I guessed he often went for long walks as a form of relaxation. Perhaps he enjoyed being alone?

I'd just settled myself nicely in the tub when he walked into the bathroom with two cups of tea and placing them on the side, undressed and slid in the tub behind me. That was a first for me. I'd often showered with my boyfriend but we rarely used the tub. Now he spooned me against him and put his arms around my body and played with my tits. Behind me, I could feel his prick becoming hard and I rightly guessed that I was again in slave mode. However, we didn't do anything until we'd finished our tea and then we only played with each other and kissed. Both of us were sufficiently aroused to fall into the bed afterwards and he shagged me good and hard.

David cooked a light meal and afterwards spent an hour or so watching TV before we went again to his bedroom for the final sex session of the weekend. We finished at about 10:30 and afterwards he said, "At midnight you're free of your weekend of trial slavery. Go to your own bed if you wish. Either way I will wake you at five so we can be on the road by six. We should arrive at Ipswich between nine and ten."

"You're driving me there?" I queried.

"Yes. I'll do a snap inspection of your branch."

During the drive I asked about the forthcoming two weeks I was to spend with him. "Will I be punished like I was on Saturday?"

"Depends. Probably worse. Saturday was only an excuse to smack your arse. I shall take a strap and a cane with me to Inverness."

"And you still expect me to go?"

"Definitely. It will be a small price to pay for a holiday. A price you can afford and unless you are really objectionable, the pain won't last long."

"Why do you want to beat me?"

"I suppose it gives me the feeling of power. Of being in control. I shall require a full service slave for the two weeks." I couldn't really get out of him what he meant by 'a full service slave'. Nor would he divulge the travel arrangements. "I'll sort something out," was all he would say.

Chapter 4. Back at work

When we arrived at the office it was 9:45 and he wanted to see my department first. It certainly took the girls by surprise when I walked in wearing a brand new expensive outfit and leading one of the top directors by the hand. I introduced him to Sylvia and he talked to her about work for a short while. "And these are my fellow call girls," I said waving my hand at the girls in the customer support centre. We often facetiously called ourselves 'call girls'. David particularly wanted to meet Matty. "So you're the one responsible for offering her friend as a slave without telling her of the possible consequences," he chided her.

Matty was not one to take any of the bosses too seriously. "Yes, sir that was me. She'd only be doing boring cleaning work for a pittance if I hadn't. Now she comes in done up like the dog's dinner, with a grin a mile wide and leading the boss by the hand. I hope she didn't give you any trouble sir. I hope she remembered she was to be a slave."

"She remembered after her first chastisement," David answered to my utter amazement and consternation. I'd hoped to keep that to myself.

They discussed me for a short while and then I had to take him to the branch manager. We stepped into his secretary's office and I tried to sound important. "Mr. Furlough to see Mr. Rogers please."

"Have you an appointment?" It was obvious she didn't know David's position in the firm.

"No I don't think he needs one. I'm sure Mr. Rogers will wish to see him."

"Well he is rather busy…"

"Just tell him I'm here," David said tersely. Something in his voice prodded her to do his bidding and shortly after Mr. Rogers came out and greeted David like an old friend. I left him there after he told me he'd bring my case up, or rather it was the case I'd borrowed from him, and my new clothes and say good bye before he left. The girls in the office were all keen to hear my story but Sylvia pointed to the pile of files on my desk and told me that I had work time to make up. At morning break I showed the girls the picture files of me in the green dress I'd emailed to myself and made them green with envy. The break was too short to talk of much else.

At 12:15 David brought my dresses into the office and my case. He shook my hand, kissed my cheeks and then kissed me properly on the mouth, all in front of the others. During the lunch hour I showed everyone my spectacular green dress and tried to answer some of the questions concerning what I had done over the weekend. At least I was in a less depressed mood than I had been the previous week. Of course I had to open my case to show them the accessories I'd been bought to go with the dress and outfit. I opened the green handbag and to my surprise there was an envelope inside. Inside were ten £20 notes with a Postit label on top. "This is not payment for services, it is just to tide you over till pay day."

"I don't usually get paid that much for my escort services," Kathy commented, "I presume he ignored the 'no sex' thing."

Of course I blushed and they all knew I'd slept with him. I didn't deny it.

"And you got spanked for not performing well enough," Matty laughed at me.

"For being cheeky," I answered before I realised that would confirm my spanking.

"Do we all get to see?" the chorused but I refused. The redness had faded and somehow I wanted them to think it was worse than it was.

Later I emailed David and thanked him for the money and I insisted I would repay it as soon as I could.

Mid-afternoon I had a phone call from Mrs. Jenny Weatherspoon, head of accounts. Very rarely did anyone from accounts phone customer services and certainly not anyone as exalted as the head dog. I had a feeling David might have spoken to her. I'd mentioned in the car that she was the only one from the firm that lived out my way. I was right. "Jane, Mr. Furlough spoke to me of your car problems this morning. Would you like a lift to and from work? I pass the end of your road and could easily pick you up. It would be nice to have company on the journey." I thanked her profusely. Things were looking up and all because Matty had made me put slave on my offer of services.

David never phoned or emailed or communicated with me in any way and it wasn't until the Thursday before we were due to depart that I had any clue as to how we might be travelling. I'd thought that he would either come in his Rover and pick me up or I would be sent by delivery van to Walsall but on Thursday after lunch Matty came to me, "Your boyfriend has booked himself and you into my barbecue party tomorrow. I thought you were going to be too busy to come or you were going to be in the Midlands or something."

"Seems a master likes to keep his plans from his slave," I joked. I'd already confided my worries about transport to her. "Did he say any more than we were attending your party?"

"Only that you would be leaving before the end as you were going to have an early start on Saturday."

"Well at least I won't be on the despatch note for the van!"

Matty took a couple of hours off on Friday afternoon so she wasn't there when David arrived a little before knocking off time. I quickly phoned Jenny and then finished clearing my desk ready for my holiday. The other girls of course gave me a hard time with their suggestions of what I might have to do while David went and talked with Mr. Rogers.

Throughout the evening I tried to find out but to no avail how we would be travelling to Scotland but each time he answered, "It nothing that a slave needs to worry about. Pack lightly, only underwear and toiletries and the stuff you bought in Walsall. Put them in the dress case in my boot. There's another couple in there I thought you might need. Can you put me up for the night? You're not a slave until tomorrow."

"Of course, provided you don't mind sharing a bed!"

I tried to return his £200 but he refused to accept it. "Keep it. You may hate me so badly by the end of the holiday, you'll be glad you took something from me," he seemed a little annoyed that I tried to return it. The party was enjoyable but my mind was elsewhere and in many ways I was glad we left early.

Matty told me to behave myself when I said good bye to her as we left and then turned to David and said, "She's a wilful girl so you'll need to keep her well under control. The girls will check her bottom when she gets back to see if you have!" I'd not told her about David saying he would use a strap and a cane so she would only be expecting to see I'd had a spanking. I shivered at the thought that I might well go home with a painful striped bum.

Chapter 5. To Scotland

As we climbed into bed he casually remarked, "We're getting up at five, taxi is due here at six."

"Typical of the man," I thought grimly, "Thinks I can just throw a few things together and take off." Actually almost everything was packed. From his mention of a taxi I guessed we were flying to Scotland. Sure enough the taxi took us to Stansted and a few hours later after a flight in first class accommodation we were in Inverness and a hire Rangerover was waiting. We called at a local supermarket for supplies and then drove in pouring rain to a secluded holiday cabin set in woodland, ten or so miles outside the city. The sight of it made me very nervous. David could do anything he wanted to me here and I would find it difficult to attract any attention and, unlike the house in Walsall, I wouldn't find another house I could run to just a hundred yards down the road.

My first impression was that the house was dark and foreboding. There was no power on, therefore no heat or light and with the dark clouds and sheeting rain, the place was gloomy to say the least. For a few moments I stood almost riveted to the hall floor and literally shook with fear. David seeing this, put the bags he was carrying on the floor and gave me a bear hug. "Calm yourself Jane." He kissed me and held me tight for several minutes until my shaking ceased, then ordered, "Slave start to bring the stuff in from the car while I see about the power. A card lay on the hall table giving the necessary information and by the time I returned with the third load, the lights were on and David had put the electric fire on in the lounge. The situation now looked much more cheerful. "I found two fan heaters and I've put one on in the kitchen and the other in the bedroom to warm them up a bit. There are storage heaters but they won't cut in until tonight. According to the Guestbook it was hot up here last week so they turned them off."

It was not until after we'd had a meal and cleared away that I was put into real slave mode. We'd gone into the bedroom to start unpacking and putting our clothing into the wardrobes. By then we'd both removed our main clothing and only wore our dressing gowns. "There's a special outfit in the dress case for you to wear while in the house," David informed me, "Put it on now." Of course it, or rather they, as there were two of them, were on the bottom. I put all the others away as I lifted each of them out and halfway down, I found the cane and tawse. Tears welled in my eyes when I saw them and I looked at David, "Yes," he said, "I will use them if necessary but I won't be a brutal master."

"You hope I give you cause to use them!"

"Yes and no. In some ways I want to punish you and yet I don't want to hurt you. I know that doesn't make much sense but there it is. Hang them in the wardrobe where you can get them easily when required." His statement did little to reassure me.

Further down I came to two outfits in a pale blue mesh material. By the way I could see my hands through it when I took the first one from the case, I knew it would be virtually transparent on me. "Put it on," he ordered again. I slipped off the gown and picked up the outfit. It was not unlike a tracksuit in design. A loose fitting top with full-length sleeves and elasticated cuffs; and loose fitting pants with legs that finished halfway between knees and ankles. At first I thought there was a fault in the manufacture as the seams under my crotch parted but I soon realised that was intentional. David could fuck me without removing them. When I looked in the mirror, I knew I was right about the transparency. All the material did was to give a sort of soft focus effect to my body form. My nipples and aureoles showed very clearly.

"You haven't shaved since the other weekend." I knew he'd noticed last night, as it was not very visible now from where he stood.

"No sir. I thought you would prefer to have the pleasure of doing it with your electric razor."

"So you would get the pleasure from the vibrations more like!" I nodded knowing this was true. "And I suppose you want the pleasure of shaving me too?" Again I nodded my agreement, now all to conscious of the punishment instruments in the wardrobe.

"Look in the accessories case to see what you will wear with the slave dress. In the red plastic bag." Inside I found a lovely pair of blue slippers but also several items I wasn't so keen on. On top was a leather collar with a silver plate inscribed with my name, soft ankle and wrist cuffs with rings and clasps and a penis gag. He fastened them on for me and we stood in front of the wardrobe mirror. "There," he said, "You are beginning to look like a real slave now," he laughed. Gagged I couldn't reply but I could feel myself becoming aroused. "Matty had better have a picture of you like this."

"No!" I shook my head vigorously but desisted when he glared and said, "I hope you are not trying to refuse. Or are you asking for me to try out the strap?" I looked downcast. He took me to the hallway where the light was a little better and the newel post at the foot of the stairs went from floor to ceiling. "Stand in front of the post and put your hands above your head and behind the post." David ordered. When I complied he clipped the cuffs together. "Open your legs a bit." I longed to scream at him but was powerless to do anything except obey. "Hold that position while I get the camera." Soon he returned and took a number of pictures from various angles, with and without using flash. Finally he released me and took the gag out.

We looked at the pictures on his laptop. Two were particularly revealing. One using only the natural light coming from the door showed the material in all its transparency. The other, a flash picture, again showed how seemingly transparent the material was especially where my nipples pushed the material forward but this time the light from the flash glinted off the tear running down my cheek. I looked like a archetypal bewildered slave. "Please David," I pleaded, "Don't send them to Matty. They'll be all round every office within a hour."

"Do you have her home email then? I saw she had a computer when I used the toilet at her house." I gave him it and asked him to add a note not to show them around. I doubted it would make much difference. Matty did what she wanted. Probably she'd put them on a floppy and take them in to work. He cc'd them to me as well so I would have a copy to remember the occasion.

For a while we sat together on the settee in front of the electric fire because the weather was chilly for May. "Suck me while I think what to do about your reluctance to conform to my wishes. You have got to learn that a slave can have no opinions of her own. You must do as you are told however humiliating or embarrassing it might be." It wasn't long before he spurted in my mouth but he still held my head to his groin. No doubt seeing me naked and sexily dressed had aroused him before I started.

"I've decided," he said, at last allowing me to sit alongside him. "I shall start a system of awarding black marks and at the end of the day or a time which I deem suitable, I will tot up the marks and give you one hand spank for each black mark. If the total for the day is more than twenty, I will use the strap on the ratio of one whack with the strap for every three black marks rounded up to the nearest number divisible by three. The cane will be reserved for offences I deem too serious to be dealt with by the strap." I looked very concerned but kept my mouth shut. "This way I can award black marks when we are in places that I cannot deal with you immediately. You will also have some idea of the punishment you will receive at the end of the day. For today's indiscretions, I will only award six black marks. Had the scheme been in proper operation, you would have received that number for at least one of the offences. Do you understand?"

"Yes sir," I answered knowing I was not going to change his mind.

"Good. Now we'll come out of slave mode for a few minutes and you can have your say on it without getting into any more trouble."

After thinking for a short while I came up with a suggestion. "David I doubt if you are going to change your mind on the punishment scheme and abandon it altogether, I know you are dying to have me across your lap or wherever and make me squeal while you delight in reddening my arse."

"I shan't confine it to just your arse," David interrupted.

"Oh God no!" It was a good job I was not a slave for those moments. After a pause I went on, "If you can award black marks you should also be able to award white ones for good service. White ones should cancel out the black marks. Like just now, if you thought I gave you a good blowjob, then you could award say three white marks so I would only have three black ones on my punishment slate for tonight. It will encourage me to do my best to service you." We discussed this and a later suggestion of mine that he have a table of marks for the various offences I might commit but he reserved to right to award the marks arbitrarily. From his insistence on that point, I guessed I would always end up with more black marks than white ones at the end of the day. Still I did win a little concession. Soon I was in slave mode again and he refused to award any white points for my blowjob saying he'd let me off enough black marks already.

About eight o'clock, there was a knock on the door. "Answer it," David ordered. I was about to flee to the bedroom because of my near nakedness. "Another six!" I knew what he meant but still I hesitated and the knock came again. "Six more!" If I hesitated any longer it would be eight strokes of the strap.

I walked to the door, knowing full well I was blushing like mad and opened it. It was the house caretaker. "Do you have everything you need miss?" His eyes opened wide when he saw my attire. "Is everything working alright?"

My mind raced almost as fast as my heart but my training in customer services must have come to the fore. "Please come in. I think Mr. Furlough would prefer to answer you himself. He's paying the rent." I showed him into the lounge, David had fastened his gown again by this time. They exchanged pleasantries and David confirmed that things should be alright when the heaters cut in overnight."

"Aye," the Scotsman replied, "The last lot were health freaks and the weather was canny and warm. Only changed when ya come. Sho' be better agin the morn. If all's okay I'll let ya folks git on wi' what ya doin'."

David laughed when the man left. "Well what were we doing? I guess he would normally expect to be invited in for a dram or two of whiskey. I'm glad you saved me from that. Six white ones. You did some very quick thinking there. Pity you didn't do it immediately."

We sat watching the fire and cuddling for a while and then David ordered me to make the hot chocolate that he liked before bed. It was still only nine o'clock but it had been a long day and we were both tired. I hoped he would ignore my punishment for the day but in that I was disappointed. "Undress and lie over the end of the bed," he ordered when I returned from taking the mugs to the kitchen. I pleaded with my eyes but kept my mouth shut. "Twelve smacks shouldn't be too bad," I reasoned, not wanting to add to the number. After clipping my wrist cuffs to my collar he spread my legs and I knew my sex was fully exposed because he rubbed it and complained about the stubble. "You will definitely remove that in the morning," he growled. "No screaming. If I have to gag you, I'll start all over again."

For some reason he didn't hit all that hard. Just hard enough to sting and redden my bottom and get me aroused so I was pleased when he entered and took me doggy style. He pounded hard and fast at first and then slowed until I orgasmed before picked up the pace again and shooting his load inside me. I thanked him and sucked his prick clean.

Next morning he shook me awake. It was seven o'clock and as usual he had been up for a couple of hours. The sun shone through the open curtains. "Wake up," he said, "A quick fuck, breakfast and then we're going walking." He was already erect so he entered without any preliminaries and fucked me until he came. Although I became aroused he withdrew before I climaxed which disappointed me but I didn't complain. We spent a very pleasant morning wandering along the glens but by lunchtime my feet were sore. I had worn my walking shoes several times to work but they weren't really broken in and by the time we arrived back I again had blisters. The shoes got very wet from the wet vegetation and David said that would soften them and help them mould to my feet. Fortunately the only part of my slave costume I had to wear was my collar and that was fairly inconspicuous. None of the walkers we met seemed to notice it.

On our return we showered and shaved together and once more I was in slave mode. David accessed his email. Of course there was one to me from Matty. "The costume really suits you!! Perhaps it should be your dress for the office, then we could really order you around!!! Hope your botty isn't too sore to sit because you are such a naughty girl!!!" Matty like using exclamation marks.

"Sir would you mind if I reply?" He nodded. "The costume should be standard uniform for ALL the call-girls. We are all slaves in that office. Silvia would love to keep a strap behind the door just to keep you in order!"

"Unjustly maligning the company, six black marks," David grinned. I knew and he knew that wasn't fair and I was about to retort but just in time remembered to bite back the words.

Chapter 6. Visitors

We made a light lunch and ate it in the garden. I prayed that neither the caretaker nor anyone else paid us a visit because in the bright sunlight, I was as good as naked. My prayers were not heeded. A young couple on a walking holiday stopped at the house and saw us sitting under the umbrella in the back garden. They waved and then came through the gate. "Would you mind if we fill our…" The boy stopped in mid-sentence when he saw me and then carried on, "Would you mind if we filled our water-bottles please?" Both the boy and girl were now staring at me.

"Jane, would you fill their water-bottles for them please." I replied with, "Yes sir." While walking earlier I had planned how I would deal with a situation such as this and decided the only way was to brazen it out and make it seem like nothing out of the ordinary. I would also to try and indicate I was only working to orders; orders which I was forced to obey.

"And put the kettle on, I'm sure they'd welcome a cup of tea. And bring some biscuits too." As I went indoors I heard him tell the couple to pull up a couple of chairs. By the time I returned they were chatting amicably to David about their holiday. I poured their tea when it was ready and although I tried not to, I knew I kept blushing because they just couldn't stop themselves from appraising my body so revealingly displayed under the mesh fabric.

"Are you really a slave?" Sandra, the girl blurted out, "You seem really embarrassed wearing that see-through costume."

"I am for the next two weeks," I told her and David explained that he'd bought me at a charity auction.

"And do you have to do everything he wants, I mean like…" Sandra stopped obviously realising she was asking too personal a question.

"Everything short of murder."

"Ands if you refuse?" Sandra seemed compelled to go on.

"I get spanked or worse." John, her boyfriend was looking a little red in the face, perhaps he hoped the ground would open and swallow him. He had that 'I'm not with her', look. As often happens in mountainous areas, one moment the sun is shining and then suddenly clouds swoop down the mountains and it is raining.

"I think we'd better go and head for the hostel before it gets worse," John said to Sandra, "It's still eight or nine miles away."

"There's a spare room here if you want to spend the night in reasonable comfort." I could have killed David for that offer. "There's plenty of food and stuff, isn't there Jane?"

"Perhaps we could just shelter from the rain for a bit," Sandra suggested, "We don't want to interrupt your… fun."

"It might add to it," David grinned, "But by all means come inside and see if the weather lifts." It didn't. It got worse and even I didn't wish them to leave in such conditions. For a while we chatted in the lounge but then David said, "You're not going to move from here tonight, you'd better show them the room Jane."

John agreed. "The shortest way, is over the mountain but that will be too dangerous in this weather and it's too far to go by the road unless we were lucky enough to thumb a lift before we got drenched." I knew John was having a good look at my bald cunt through the open crotch of my pants as I led the way up the stairs. By now I was almost inured to the stares, perhaps even exhibiting myself a little but I could see Sandra was somewhat embarrassed by it.

Later she volunteered to help me prepare dinner and as we scraped potatoes I could tell she wanted to say something but was holding back. "Is my behaviour shocking you?" I asked.

"Only a little," she replied.

"Are you expecting David to make you a slave too and rape you?" She looked up and I saw concern on her face. "Don't worry, he won't do it. He's paid a lot of money for me." Further questioning elicited the fact that she was sixteen and John was seventeen although the age difference was actually only four months. They'd been going out together for nearly a year and their parents approved of their choice of partner. Still I could tell she was keeping something back. "What is it Sandra?" I asked, "I know you're worried about something."

"It's John. It's me. We've… I've never done it…We've never slept together."

"Well you don't have to do it now unless you want to. If John forces you, yell at the top of your voice. However, if we hear low moans and it sounds as though you're enjoying yourselves, we'll leave you alone. You'll no doubt hear things from our room. Probably me being smacked at first." I grinned and went on, "Are you protected?" She shook her head. "Has John condoms?"

"I don't think so. We were supposed to spend every night in a Youth Hostel and they keep the sexes separate."

"Do you feel you would like to have sex with John?" Sandra blushed deeply. "I guess the answer is, yes, but you're not sure and a little afraid." Her little smile gave the answer. "I don't think David brought condoms either because he knows I'm on the pill. Whatever you do, don't have sex without them. It would be more than a little disastrous for you to go home pregnant. I'll see what David says."

After dinner while John went to the loo, I spoke to David, "Sir, may your slave have a few words with you in private on a matter of some concern to our guests?" We went into the bedroom and I explained the situation. "You're right in that I didn't bring condoms. What say we go to the Gleneagle Arms for a drink, there are usually vending machines with them in those places." We only spent an hour there and John bought the necessary protection. I spent a few minutes with Sandra in the ladies. "Only do it if you want to Sandra. Don't let John force you. I can see you two love each other so that shouldn't be a problem. Take your time and get to know each other first. Cuddle and kiss like you've no doubt done before but this time, it will probably naked flesh to naked flesh." I felt like a mother hen with all the advice I was giving out. She thanked me and said, "We talked about doing it several times but either there wasn't the opportunity or we chickened out. Perhaps tonight will really be the right time."

"Twelve smacks," David announced when we were alone, "Leave the door ajar."

"Please sir, how did I earn the extra six? Please tell me so I do not make the same mistake again." I tried to make it sound like I wasn't querying his counting but I thought I'd only earned half a dozen.

David smiled condescendingly, "You didn't earn them. I'll take them off tomorrow's total. I just wanted the two lovebirds to hear you squeal." And squeal I certainly did. They were not false cries either. David made sure of that. "Lie across the middle of the bed," he ordered. The bed was of the divan type with six stubby legs, two at the foot and head and two more under the middle for support where the two halves joined. I didn't expect more than a token spanking when, like the previous night, he clipped the wrist cuffs together. Only when he took two neckties already knotted together in one length from the nightstand drawer and fastened one end to the cuffs and the other to one of the middle legs so my arms were stretched out, did I foresee he'd planned to hit my arse very hard.

"David, Sir," I began pleading, "Not too hard please sir. I wasn't really bad today."

"Good," he whispered, "Keep pleading. I guess they're listening now." He thought I was acting! "Open your legs wide," he ordered, "Wider girl!" he shouted. I complied.

His first smack resounded like a gunshot through the house. I yelled but hardly had the sound finished echoing around the walls when my other bum cheek took a similar hard hit. Mercifully the next ten although hard, were not as punishing as those first two, Nevertheless he had me sobbing and wailing. I was about to call him every name I could think of and demand my release when he muttered quietly as if he read my mind, "Don't even think about it. I could easily repeat the exercise." He released the tie from my wrist but left them cuffed. "Lie on you back with your legs spread. I'm ready to fuck you now." He ploughed into me at first but then slowed down and took his time and tried to bring me to an orgasm before he climaxed. In that he succeeded. Afterwards he cuddled me until my sobs subsided and we lay quiet. From the other room we heard muffled giggles and whispers and after what seemed an age, the creaking of the bedsprings.

I stirred when David got up at five and winced as my bottom hit the mattress when I tried to turn over. Seeing I was awake David returned to the bed and played with my breasts and pubic area until I was dripping wet. "Do it," I demanded quietly.

"Do what slave?"

"Fuck me please, sir." He did. Again we heard murmuring from the other room and guessed our activities had woken the lovebirds. Soon we heard the rhythmic sounds of their bed.

"You can lie in till seven, then come down for breakfast," he said magnanimously.

Sandra and John came down about that time too and ate with us. In response to my question when we were washing the dishes, Sandra said she was a little sore but it felt wonderful and thanked me for allowing them to do it together. I said, "I'm more than a little sore too but I guess my soreness is in a different place to yours."

She looked worried, "Why do you let him do it? Why not just up and leave?"

"I agreed to be his slave but I suppose that is not the real answer. In a perverse way I think I enjoy it. Not the actual spanking, that hurts, make no mistake about that, but the loving that follows is usually very good. Also the life of luxury I live for the fortnight, contrasts with my lack of funds in my normal life."

David checked my blisters and put Elastoplasters on two of them. "We'll walk a little way along the path with John and Sandra and then turn back," he told me. They had planned an alternative route to their next hostel. It was eighteen miles but they'd done that far in a day before so if the weather held it would not be a problem. It was obvious from their easy strides we would hold them back so when we reached the top of the valley we said good bye and both Sandra and John gave me a kiss and thanked us again for the hospitality.

We returned to the house by a round about way and I bathed my sore feet in salt water. David had brought a small piece of tapestry to work on and I had the cocker spaniel kit so most of the afternoon was spent working on them. I didn't earn any black marks that day and the six, I got the following day when we made and excursion to Inverness, were negated by the extras I'd had while we had visitors.

Chapter 7. The coach trip

David's conference started on the Thursday. We had to register before eleven and I was pleased to learn that there were visits and bus trips organised for the wives, the first was a coach trip along the Great Glen, that afternoon. It seemed to amuse some of the other wives that were registering and chatting in the foyer, that I had to ask David's permission to go. When he agreed, I had to ask for a little money to take with me in case there were other expenses to be paid. In front of everyone he gave me £20, obviously a measly amount in the eyes of my companions on the trip. I knew he'd done that deliberately. "Don't spend it on junk from the gifts shops," he said loudly as he handed over the money.

"Your husband sounded like he is very tight with his money," Doreen Caseby a director's wife from and another insurance company remarked as we sat together on the coach.

I decided not to concoct a story. I'm not his wife. I just agreed to be his slave for a fortnight to raise funds for charity." I spoke the words boldly knowing the ladies in the surrounding seats would hear. Before many minutes had passed the whole coach knew of my status.

Doreen tried to find out more. "What do you do for a living then?" she asked in a seemingly genuine way.

"Customer support at Henderson Insurance Company. We say we're call-girls." Possibly I said that a little louder as I was laughing. Doreen took it as a joke too but the two elderly ladies in front of us turned round and scowled.

"A trollop like you didn't ought to be on a coach with decent respectable people," one of them snorted.

"My master paid just as much as your husband for me to go so I have every right to be here." I tried to sound indignant but the woman just turned and faced the front.

"Don't make an enemy of her, Jane," Doreen whispered, "She exercises a lot of influence. Her husband is James Burke the CEO of Rankine Holdings." For the rest of the journey I chatted quietly with my companion and she tactfully tried to find out what David and I actually did together as master and slave.

"Did you offer your services as a slave last year?"

"No, I just offered to do fifteen hours of housework."

"Why did you offer this year then?"

"It was one of my workmates who suggested I would earn more for charity if I offered fifteen hours as a slave. It was done as a lark."

"You've done many more than that."

"David made me an offer I couldn't refuse. An offer that will benefit the air ambulance service and guide dogs for the blind considerably." I spoke a little louder so the two in front could hear.

"How does he treat you?"

"Like a master should treat his slave."

"Does he punish you?" I hesitated and Doreen looked into my face and she knew the answer without me saying it. "Sorry," she apologised, "I'm always a bit nosy and what you two do together should be private. Let's enjoy the scenery."

We stopped in Fort William had had tea and cream scones so I was glad I had some money although in the end I didn't need it. Doreen picked up the bill. Then it was on to a highland gift shop and there were a number of things I would have liked and would have bought if I'd had my own money, but I heeded David's warning. A couple of the ladies ribbed me a bit over not buying anything but as there was no malice in it, I laughed too and made light of it.

David's day had been far from pleasing. Boring in fact. Some young upstart had put forward some of his bright but impractical ideas; ideas some of the top men in the industry couldn't seem to see through even when David had put forward his arguments against them.

That evening was the President's dinner and dance. A glittering affair with all the ladies bedecked in their finery and showing off their expensive jewellery. However, and I can say this unashamedly, I believe I was the most glamorous one there, and I was probably the youngest. I wore the slinky green dress Miss Walters had chosen for me. Unlike the others, I wore no jewels, only my slave collar adorned my neck, I didn't have an expensive hair do and I put on very little make up. Perhaps it was because of this that I outshone the others and was often asked to dance. It only served to reinforce the low opinion Mrs. Burke and some of the others had of me. I thoroughly enjoyed myself and went to bed tired by happy.

Next day for the ladies an all day trip to John O'Groats, on the north-east corner of Scotland, had been arranged. David willingly paid for me to go and gave me an extra £20 because I would have to buy lunch in an expensive hotel and tea on the way back. It was a long and tortuous route and the sheeting rain for most of the way depressed our spirits. Unfortunately the ladies seemed to have decided that the places they sat for the trip to Fort William were the ones they were to sit in for this trip. I didn't mind sitting next to Doreen again but I'd hoped to move further away from Mrs. Burke. I think she would have liked to have moved too but that would have upset the seating arrangement of others.

We should have stayed for while and stretched our legs at our destination but the rain was too heavy to think about getting out of the coach. I got up and went to the on-board loo and on returning had to pass Mrs. Burke. She glared at me and said in her loud, dominating voice, "I do hope we are not going to see you flaunting your body and trying to seduce all the men again this evening."

Anger flared within me. "Madam, if I had really tried to seduce those men, I would have at least satisfied them which is probably more than you could have done even twenty years ago!" For a few moments there was complete silence in the coach. All, except the very hard of hearing, sat aghast at my reply to such a supposedly important woman. Probably there would have been a further response from her had not Doreen grabbed my arm and pulled me down into my seat.

"Don't start an argument," she whispered, "She can make things bad for you." I saw she had a little smile on her face. "That remark will make the rounds in the gossip circles for a long while yet.

For the final banquet of the seminar I wore a very attractive blue dress that Miss Walters had picked out for me. It uplifted my breasts and dipped down to reveal more of my cleavage that I would have wished but I hadn't chosen the dress. I guessed the Burke contingent would undoubtedly say I was flaunting my body but I had no choice in the matter. I still wore the slave collar and several men seemed to think I was a slave to them too and on a number of occasions my buttocks were felt and pinched. While dancing with an elderly director, I noticed Mrs. Burke talking earnestly to David. I rightly guessed she was complaining about my behaviour and wondered what if anything, he would do about it. After all I argued, I wasn't indentured to her as a slave.

When I sat down again, I decided to ask, "Did Mrs. Burke complain about me?"

"Yes, and in no uncertain terms and her friends also added their two cents worth. Have you anything to tell me about it?"

"Well sir, I didn't believe I was a slave to them and they tried to make out I was a whore trying to seduce their men folk. Ask Doreen Caseby if you wish a more unbiased view of what happened."

"Jane, although you are not a slave to them, you are my slave and as such I have the right to expect that you behave as such in front of my friends and acquaintances. Yes, I will have a word with Doreen because I expect the true version of the events has already been well and truly exaggerated." Doreen came over without being asked. She heard from the others what Mrs. Burke had told David and put my case fairly and ended up by saying, "If she had said that to me, I would have punched the woman and made her nose bleed!"

David didn't say any more about it that evening and I hoped it had all blown over but next morning James Burke and his cronies had a word with David. Somehow I think they were able to put some pressure on him to deal with what they saw as my insolence. There were informal meetings until lunchtime on Saturday which David said on the way back to the cottage, were the most productive of the whole conference so he seemed in a better mood but I had an uneasy feeling he was keeping something hidden from me. He never mentioned the incident again which I also thought was a little odd but shut it out of my mind too. Right up until bedtime I thought I was getting away with it, but when I was undressed and ready to get into bed David ordered me to lie across it and ready myself for a spanking.

When he said 'spanking' and started tying my cuffs to the bed leg, I thought that I would be getting another tanning like the one I had when Sandra and John were there. "Perhaps it won't be too bad," I thought but when he forced the penis gag into my mouth I began to be more afraid and as it turned out, with good reason.

David went to the wardrobe and took out the strap and the cane. "We nearly lost a good contract because of you," he said ominously quietly, "And in fact whether we get it or not depends on if I deal with your behaviour properly, or properly as the Burke's see it. They wanted two dozen with the cane but I argued and we've agreed on a dozen with the strap and a dozen with the cane. I'm really sorry I've got to do this but you should have heeded Doreen's warning on that first afternoon."

Hearing this I struggled and writhed on the bed as much as I could. At least he would know of my objections. Spanking was one thing, the cane was a whole different ball game. Eventually he had to tie my ankles to the bed legs so I was widely spread and totally helpless. I sobbed dejectedly. "What right had this man to punish me for standing up to that bitch? Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!" I yelled to myself. I saw him pick up the leather strap and swish it in the air and the heard and felt the slap as it landed hard across my arse. I would have screamed at the top of my voice had I been able. All I could do was jerk and writhe as far as my bonds allowed. Tears flowed down my face and soaked the bedclothes. I pleaded with my eyes but it made no difference, the second stroke fell and the pain and fire coursed through my body. I didn't believe I could ever stand a dozen like that, but somehow I did. The whole of my arse and the back of my thighs was just one sore and swollen blister, or so I thought.

I saw David's face when he picked up the cane. It looked wild, his eyes were wide open and his lips were parted in an evil looking grin. "The sod's getting off on this," I fumed, "I don't think he is even in control of himself." I was really scared now. Perhaps he wouldn't stop until he'd permanently scarred me.

If the pain from the strap was bad, the cane was far, far worse. I was certain he'd cut me and I was bleeding. Relentlessly he applied stroke after stroke. I lost count and just prayed to pass out but I didn't. Eventually he threw the cane down and sadistically rammed his prick inside and fucked me for only a few minutes until he came. Almost immediately a change came over him and he seemed to return to being a normal person. "Oh my God Jane, what have I done to you? What was I thinking of? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

He didn't release me but went and wet some towels with cold water and laid them across my welted flesh. All the time he kept apologising for his actions. First he released my feet, then my gag and finally he undid my cuffs from the bed leg although he didn't take them off. I was sobbing hysterically as he led me to the shower and made me kneel in the pan. He unhooked the showerhead and played the water directly over my arse. I was quite surprised not to see any blood. The shower eased the pain slightly and after a while he helped me to stand while he gently dried me and then assisted me to lie face down on the bed. I was still crying with the pain and took the Cuprophen tablets that I was offered. A little later I heard the click of a camera shutter and looking over my shoulder saw he was taking photos of my welted bum. My first reaction was to scream at him for being a perverted bastard but I was too weary from the pain and trauma. All I said was, "Please don't sir."

Sleep for me that night was almost non-existent and I know it was for him too. My crying kept him awake and although he tried to comfort me with his arms I tried not to acknowledge his existence. For long hours I lay awake and planned what I should do. I would have to stay her at least until the end of the week because I would never have been able to sit long enough for the car journey and plane flight. "I'm pretty sure he won't dare touch me again," I reasoned, "Perhaps the best thing for me to do now is to do the things he orders and nothing more. No making meals or speaking unless specifically told to do so. If he decides to fuck me, I'll let him but just lie they like a sack of wet potatoes. A silent protest of sorts."

As usual he got up at five and hearing him pee made me want to go too. I knew it would be very painful and I didn't really feel like moving my muscles to get out of bed. In the position they were in, the pain had eased down but it was still pretty awful. I struggled out of bed and painfully made my way to the bathroom. When I entered David asked, "Would you like me to help you?"

"If you wish to sir," I replied. He supported me under my arms while I supported myself on my hands.

"How are you this morning?"

"As well as can be expected sir." So the conversation went on with my adding sir to every short sentence.

"Jane I am releasing you from being my slave as of now. I am so sorry for what I did to you. I got carried away. Please forgive me."

"I promised to be your slave for two weeks sir. I will not break that promise sir."

My relationship with David stayed cool for the rest of the day. I spent as much time as I could laying on the bed. Unfortunately it was a Sunday and David doubted the shops would be open on the Sabbath in Scotland to get any cream to put on my arse. He went anyway and found a small supermarket open and brought back a tube of burn cream. He applied it gently and it seemed to soothe me a little.

In the afternoon David fired up his laptop and started typing.

'James,

I did indeed thrash Jane as we planned and I am now thoroughly ashamed and disgusted with myself for having hurt her so terribly and I will do all I can to make amends. I now realise that your wife was at least as much to blame for the incident as Jane was. Had she treated my slave as a person and not as a sub-human and beneath her dignity, none of this would have happened and I would still have a loyal and pleasing slave. Now she can only lie about in great pain.

I did photograph her bottom shortly after I cleaned her last night but I am not sending you a copy until I have seen a picture of your wife's in a similar condition. Whether or not you wish to continue put your business with us is immaterial. The loss I have suffered is far greater than any financial loss from your withdrawal. What I did to conform to your wishes and those of your wife was disgraceful and dishonourable and I only wish that I could move the clock back twenty-four hours.

I make no apologies to you or your wife for the tone of this note. I can and will only and humbly apologise to the girl who chose to be my slave, not for her own personal gain, not to be a whore as you suggested but to earn a little money for charity. Both of you, and I, should have been much more charitable to her.

David.'

I'm sure I wasn't supposed to see that email but I had crept out of the bedroom to get a drink and David was sat there staring at the screen. It softened my attitude towards him just a little but the pain overrode those feelings. He jumped when I asked, "Sir, may I see the pictures you took?" He plugged the camera in and downloaded the pictures and brought them into PhotoShop. I nearly fainted at the sight. "How could you…Sir?"

"I really don't know Jane, I don't know." I saw tears in his eyes.

"Please will you email them to me Sir?" He looked at me sharply knowing that while the pictures existed, I could blackmail him.

"I suppose I deserve it. You will be able to get your own back for this. It will be my punishment. I'm really am so ashamed at what I did and I meant every word I put in that email."

"If you please sir, I would point out that I have no intention of using the pictures to get money out of you. I just want a record of what I went through so I don't make the same silly mistake next year. I'm sure Matty and the girls will insist on seeing my bottom when I limp back into the office on Monday but I will not be giving out any details. This is only between us." He was already attaching the picture files while I was talking. I knew he must have been very contrite to do that without any argument but again my mind was overwhelmed with the pain so I ignored it. I saw him press the send button.

For the rest of the Sunday, all day Monday and Tuesday morning, I kept up the pretence of being a very docile and submissive slave. I did exactly what I was asked, no more, no less. I answered him with short sentences and always with 'sir' somewhere in it. I continued to use my 'harem' dresses whilst indoors which I knew aroused him. He took all this very badly and I knew I was torturing him, mentally if not physically. By mid-morning on Tuesday I could walk a little better so on his orders I dressed and put on my walking shoes. The trousers rubbed my arse but I tried to ignore it. "We'll go along the path by the house a little way to see if it helps loosen your muscles a little. We won't go far. Tell me if the pain gets too great."

"Yes, sir."

The first hundred yards or so were sheer agony but I bit my tongue and said nothing, Slowly the pain eased enough to become bearable although it never went away. Progress was slow because I couldn't stride out like I normally would but by the time we'd reached the top of the rise I had begun to enjoy the sunshine and the pathway through the woods. I tried not to give David any indication of this and held a blank expression on my face. "Shall we carry on or go back?" he asked.

"It's your choice sir. I follow your instructions sir. It is not a slave's place to make decisions sir."

"Dammit Jane!" David exploded. I knew I was trying his patience and prayed that I wasn't going too far and he wouldn't fall into the sadistic state he was in on Saturday evening. "Answer my question, Jane. Is it too painful for you to walk any further?"

"I can walk further if you wish me to sir." David swore, which was unusual for him and strode back along the path to the house. "Follow at your own pace," he instructed exasperated. Walking down the hill was more painful that going up because the whole weight of my body when down hard on my foot which in turn jarred my buttocks. I moved slowly trying to make the journey and my freedom from his watchful eyes last as long as possible. A mug of tea was ready for me when I walked into the kitchen. Inwardly I knew the walk had done me some good. I could indeed walk a little easier than when I started out although my trousers had chafed and rubbed the welts and made them sore. In silence I stood and drank my tea hoping he would order me to change into my lighter slave costume. He didn't. Instead he went into the bedroom and shut the door.

A quarter of an hour later the door opened a little and he called out, "Undress in the kitchen and then come in here slave!" I caught a glimpse of his naked body through the opening before he closed the door again. I was glad to remove my trousers but thinking he probably wanted sex with me in some perverted way, I took my time removing the rest. With some trepidation I knocked at the door and was ordered in. The sight that greeted me was totally unexpected. David was lying across the bed totally naked except that he was wearing my wrist and ankle cuffs and he had already tied his ankles to the bed legs. Alongside him on the bed were the strap and the cane. "Slave Jane, you will obey these orders on pain of further punishment. Firstly you will fasten my wrist cuffs together and then tie them to the bed leg. Secondly you will gag me with the penis gag so I am just as helpless as you were last Saturday. I want to be completely at your mercy or anger exactly like you were. Finally you will give me the same punishment as I gave you, a dozen with the strap and a dozen with the cane or however many more you feel is necessary to get your revenge. Do you understand slave?"

"Yes sir!" I stuttered more horrified than before and terribly afraid of what he was ordering me to do. "Is it right that a slave should hurt her master sir?"

"No, but neither was it right that a master should hurt his slave so badly when she was only defending her honour. Now carry out the orders I gave you and thrash me as hard as I thrashed you." His voice quavered showing the fear underlying his brave words but he held his hands out for me to fasten the cuffs and opened his mouth for me to insert the gag. He then laid himself across the bed and allowed me to tie the cuffs to the bed leg. For a few moments I stood and looked at him. His arse was firmer than mine and his prick and balls hung down between his thighs. "They should be out of harms way," I thought as I picked up the strap and swished it through the air. Panic struck me. I had no desire to hurt him, certainly not in the way I'd been hurt.

"Oh my God David," I cried, "You do really expect me to do this to you, do you? You know the pain I've been through don't you? Don't make me do this David please."

I removed his gag so he could reply. "Get on and do it slave Jane. Don't keep me waiting. Put the gag back in and give me the same as you had, twelve of each. Do it now." My first stroke didn't hit very hard, his arse hardly twitched and the sound it made was minimal. The next was very much harder and it left a deep red strip right across his bum cheeks. I heard him cry into the gag like I knew I had done. I have no doubt that it really hurt him especially as there was less padding on his arse and the leather probably hit into the bone. My third stroke again made a satisfying sound and caused David to buck as far as he was able. Silently I counted the strokes as I laid them on, almost forgetting I was hurting someone who'd been a friend up to a few days ago. Perhaps it was the fact that he couldn't cry out that blinded me to the pain I was causing. It wasn't a revenge feeling that I felt, more one of satisfaction of being able to produce a goodly loud crack when the leather smacked into the flesh and the ability I had to colour his arse. I was almost sorry when I completed the twelve strokes. Only when I put the strap down and saw the tears streaming down David's face did I begin to feel any remorse and I began to understand a little how David must have felt when he thrashed me. With some anxiety I picked up the cane, took my stance to one side of him and swished it right across the centre of his proffered and reddened arse. Whether I hit him unduly hard, whether it was because his skin was tense and tight or whether my aim was not as good as his, I don't know but with that first stroke I drew blood. The tip of the cane bit deeply into his right cheek and made a cut a couple of inches long and from it the blood flowed freely.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry David," I cried out as I flung the cane to the far corner of the room and went into the kitchen to find a paper towel. The cut didn't appear to be very deep but it took a little while to staunch the flow. Over and over I apologised to him but like he did with me, I still kept him fastened to the bed. If he moved too soon, the cut would open up again. However, I did remove the gag but he didn't yell or say anything, which surprised me and I knew I would have been swearing and questioning the marital status of his parents. A little blood seeped when I put the wet towels on his welts but it wasn't serious so I laid myself down on the bed beside him. Five minutes later when I rinsed the towels I remembered the camera. I would photograph him like he did to me. "Neither of us will now have a hold over then other," I told him as I released his bond and helped him to the shower. Apart from the cut, David's arse didn't seem as bad as mine was even after several days of healing.

Later when we were both drinking tea in the kitchen I went and picked up the cane and tried to break it. In my hands I could only bend it but I was determined and slid half its length in the small gap under the cooker. A sharp upward pull and the cane splintered and broke. "Sir," I said, "That ends my short period as your master. I am now once again your slave." David tried to release me from my slavery. Again I refused to accept it, but I now knew he wouldn't punish me any more so it became little more than a token slave thing. Toward the end of the week he did order me to have sex with him again, but that was because we both wanted it and although it still hurt to have his weight on me, it was not more than I could stand.

Chapter 8. The aftermath

"Do stay the night David," I pleaded when we at last arrived at my house. It had been a tiresome journey with delays and cancellations of the flights from Inverness so instead of arriving home at lunchtime it was seven o'clock in the evening. "It's a long drive and you're tired. You can miss a few hours more work." Eventually he reluctantly agreed.

"Jane," he said during a quiet time together that evening, "Jane, you know our relationship has to end now. In the morning we're back to work. You're in the customer service office in Ipswich and I'm in my director's office in Walsall. You are no longer a slave but part of the workforce here. Possibly we may never meet again. Your lifestyle and mine are far apart and besides I'm still smarting from Maisie's departure and am very loathe to form any sort of permanent relationship with a woman. We both knew these two weeks were a temporary thing and as such I could cope with that although I have to admit it didn't turn out quite as I expected, but it all has to end when I leave." I nodded gloomily. Why I should have feelings for this man who had hurt me so badly, I didn't know, but I did but I guessed he was right. It would have to end. There couldn't be any future in it for us together.

That night though I insisted we make love several times but at five in the morning he got up, dressed and kissed me good bye. For an hour I wept but finally got myself together and ready for Jenny to pick me up for work. I couldn't walk without showing some signs of my thrashing but I doubted anyone would notice. The cane stripes still showed vividly and indeed looked far worse than the pain from them. These were overlaid on the bruising which formed a purplish background colour.

Matty and the girls were all eager to know how I got on and it was Matty that spotted I wasn't walking as easily as I should. "Did you get your botty smacked then?" she laughed.

"Once or twice," I tried to make light of it hoping that would be sufficient but I knew they weren't going to let it stop there. However I didn't tell them what happened or at least not more than hints of the first smacking I'd had.

"Show us," demanded Kathy.

"Give us a mooney," Matty suggested, "Just a quick one will be enough." I knew I daren't even do that. Fortunately Sylvia sent us to our workstations but I sat down rather too quickly on the hard chair and uttered a little cry, which Matty picked up on and gave me a worried glance.

During our mid-morning break, always two people were left to man the phones. Customers who called during that time frequently had to wait on hold for longer but we got our break time. I volunteered to be one of the two thinking that if I was talking to a customer while they were free, I wouldn't be harassed. Sarah, the other break-time operator, and I took our break fifteen minutes earlier than the rest and when I came back two girls gripped my arms and dragged me to my desk and bent over it. Matty came up behind me and undid the button of my trouser suit and pulled the trousers and my knickers down at the same time.

"Jesus Christ!" she exclaimed, "Did he do that to you? That was no spanking that was assault. You should sue him." The others crowded round ignoring the phone lines and firing questions at me. I was in tears and Matty gently covered my arse again and held me. Janet took over my job and paired up with Sarah on the phone lines. Silvia had come in to see what the fuss was about and in her motherly way told Matty to take me to the ladies and clean my face up. When I returned there was a cushion from her office on my chair. I knew everyone was dying to ask me questions but were too shocked to do so. In any case we were kept busy answering the phones. Matty tried to get me to talk at lunchtime but I clammed up.

Three times over the coming few days I phoned David at his office but Ann Carstairs, his secretary said, "He is unavailable at the moment." On the fourth try, she told me, "I'm sorry Miss Beeson, Mr. Furlough has told me not to put through any calls from you." She sounded genuinely apologetic.

Three days after my return to work I received two cheques from him, both for £500, one for the charity account and a personal one for me. There was no accompanying note. When I handed the charity cheque to Matty who was handling the donations from the customer support office, she commented, "So much for his £1,000 plus offer. I don't see any plus for what you went through."

"He's probably got other things on his mind," I said but I didn't know why I was trying to defend him. Perhaps his arse was still too sore, more likely I guessed this was to be a short fling and after Maisie he didn't wish to get into a permanent relationship. I emailed him a short thank you note but decided not to add anything more personal. "If he wants to end it all, fine. I'll do the same," I told myself, "After the thrashing I received I should have nothing more to do with him." I wanted to believe that but somehow I couldn't. All I could do was think and brood over the times we'd had together.

Saturday evening found me sitting in front of my computer wearing my slave dress and looking at the pictures of the trip. Tears were streaming down my face when the doorbell rang. Quickly I pulled a robe over my dress and answered the door. Matty stood there. My face must have told her that I wanted to be alone but she pushed past me and went into the lounge. "Jane," she started, "You're going to tell me the full story even if I have to sit here all night. I thought I was your friend and a friend who is here to help you get through the trauma of your trip." She spotted the legs of my slave dress showing below my robe and recognised it from the picture I'd sent. "Take your dressing gown off slave," she ordered. She can be forceful at times. "Wow, that's enough to get any man rock hard. Turn round." When I did so she carefully lowered my trousers so she could see the welts. They still showed although they weren't as fiery or as sore now. She touched them and almost automatically I flinched. Gently she massaged my arse and slipped her hand between my legs. "You're very wet," she remarked casually, "You've been thinking of him and playing with yourself." I didn't confirm or deny it but again I couldn't control the flow of tears. She pulled me to the couch and cuddled me. "You are going to tell me what happened. I promise it won't go any further and I won't even tell Ken."

Eventually the story came out and I showed her the pictures including the ones of his sore arse. "You love him don't you?" she observed when I finished and we sat with a glass of wine. Although I hadn't put it that way, in my mind I knew she was right. "Give him a little while and if you get no response and you still feel the same way about him, scheme a way of talking to him again and see where it leads."

Work seemed a tiresome bore and I'm sure some of the customers didn't get the service from me they expected but my mind was elsewhere. My heart leaped when on a Friday nearly three weeks after my return there was an email from him. The message was terse. 'Go to the Volkswagen garage on Main Road. They have something for you. Apologies for delay." I went on Saturday and waiting for me was a nearly new Polo. Only a small car but that would suit me fine for in town driving. I just had to sign a few papers and I could drive it away. I emailed my thanks and said, "Dear David, Thank you for the lovely car, it will be my pride and joy but for a tip on top of what you've paid for my services, it was far too big a gift. The salesman wouldn't tell me the cost but it must have been £7,000 or more. Sorry David but while I appreciate what you have done, such a large gift, even though I guess you can easily afford it. I will pay you £500 now from the money I earned during the fortnight and pay the rest from my monthly salary. I will phone on Monday about this so I trust you will then accept my call. Love, Jane"

Even though I now had a car, I found it more convenient and pleasant to travel to work with Jenny. She was a friendly woman and we always chatted uninhibitedly during the journey. She of course knew a little of my story but didn't pry and Matty, true to her promise, had not spoken of it to the others. Monday morning was busy so it was the afternoon before I put the call through to David. As always Ann Carstairs answered. "I'm sorry Jane, he told me again this morning, not to put any calls through from you. He almost said my job was at stake if I did. Did you like the car?" I told her that I did and that was what I wanted to speak with him about. "He went to a lot of trouble finding it," she went on, "He was on the phone for ages. I only paid the bill and did the correspondence. If you ask me, he misses you a lot more than he lets on. He comes in here at some unearthly hour and leaves late but he doesn't seem to get that much done. So far he has not said anything about what went on between you but whatever did, it will take him a long while to get over it. He seems worse now than when Maisie left him. I'll try and pass a message on but every time I've told him you've called, he's just looked the other way and ignored me. I wish I could help you, and him, for that matter. He's been a real misery guts since he came back."

I thought for a long time about what Ann said and late on Wednesday afternoon I quietly entered her office. I'd first enlisted Sylvia's co-operation. Only occasionally did we get a delivery direct to the customer service department but I knew the vans came from head office in Walsall on Monday's, Wednesdays and Fridays. At my behest Sylvia told transport that she had a parcel to return to head office and would the driver collect it on Wednesday. They asked for a packaging note and reason for the return. She wrote, 'One slave to be returned because she is now useless in this office,' Bob the driver from my previous trip was on duty again and he grinned when Sylvia pointed out I was the return package and showed him the note. "I hope he likes the package," he said, "Because he needs something to cheer him up." Fortunately this time the drive went without any serious hold-ups and I arrived before the staff left.

"Ann, is there anywhere I can change without having to go through umpteen offices?" I enquired. She pointed to a tiny toilet to one side of her office. It was cramped but I managed to put on my slave costume. Ann's eyes opened wide in amazement when she saw me but then her face split into a grin. "If that doesn't cheer him up nothing will," she laughed. "Just go straight in, he'll only say no if I ask first."

I didn't even knock and in fact I was well into the room before he looked up and before he could say anything I had my arms around his neck and was kissing him. For a few moments I was afraid he was going to push me away but as soon as he got over the shock he kissed me back. I knelt at his feet. "Sir," I said, "This wayward slave is looking for a kind master to take care of her. Would you be up to taking on that position?"

"Oh I don't know," he replied, "I heard she beat her previous master but perhaps I could take her on a month's trial to see how she gets on." We sat and chatted for a few minutes and then he stopped, "How were you able to get into my office? Dressed in that outfit?" He pressed the intercom button, "Mrs. Carstairs will you come in here please." She came in looking a little worried. "Mrs. Carstairs will you kindly explain how this woman evaded your security and was able to walk in here unannounced and half naked?"

"I waited until she was working the copier," I volunteered.

"Slave's that lie to me get their bottoms smacked," he sounded grave but I thought I detected a note of humour in his voice, "Now Mrs. Carstairs, what have you to say for yourself?"

Ann rose to the occasion in a way that only a secretary who knows her boss well, can. "Sir, I've worked with you long enough to know when you are being too pig headed for your own good. I also know that when you call me Mrs. Carstairs instead of Ann, you are either going to fire me again or give a good telling off. Well you stupid man, this time I'm going to be telling you off. For the last month you've been so sore headed that it has been difficult to work with you. You've moped about and done nothing. You been a waste of my time or worse, I have to put things right because you weren't thinking straight. All this because you wouldn't acknowledge Jane's existence even though she was on your mind twenty-four hours a day. I don't know what happened between you in Scotland and I am not going to ask, but what ever it was, she's here and you can sort it out between the two of you. Finish work now, take her to dinner and talk through the problem and don't come back here until you have and are in a better mood to control what you do." David looked aghast at the outburst. "Go on, clear your desk and take her away." Ann went on.

"Perhaps I'd better let her dress first," David smiled and then turned to Ann. "I don't know whether I should fire you or kiss you." He turned to me, "What would you do with a secretary who orders her boss about like that?"

"I'd cherish her for looking after my best interest," I said seriously.

*****

That all happened nearly a year ago now. After several months of commuting between the two branches, David decided to move down to Suffolk and buy a house in a picturesque village and I moved in with him permanently. Although there is no real need for me to work, I have kept my job as a 'call girl' mainly because I like it and I like the company of the other girls. David and I still keep up the pretence of a master/slave relationship although the most punishment I get is a few hard smacks.

The time has come round again for offers and bids for the Charity Auction of Promises. Shall I again offer my services as a slave? Or should I put in a bid for one?

Finis