I had spent a wonderful weekend with Jack and Talia – Val had submitted to us during a day of passion – and I had come back home to my beloved Laura. She was talking to our neighbours Mandy and Trevor when I arrived, and quickly included me in the conversation, first asking about my weekend.
When I told them that Val and Mark had been our guests as well, it seemed to give Mandy an idea, 'Why don't you all come down to our place? We could lay on a bit of a party later this week. Now we all know each other better, it will be interesting, won't it? Ask Louis and Gary, of course, Laura.' She looked from one to the other of us conspiratorially, and said, 'We'll be off now – see you tomorrow, and you can let me know what you think, eh?'
When she had gone, I looked at Laura, and said, 'Well? You don't like her much, do you?'
'And you?'
'Not a lot. But Gary fucked her at our party, and you seemed to get on with Trevor.'
Laura coloured up a bit. 'That's true, ' she said, 'let's see what the boys have to say, anyway – it might be fun, eh?'
Next day was Monday, and I knew Laura would be seeing Gary and Louis at the office, so I waited until lunchtime, then asked her what they had said.
'They're all for it,' she said, 'but Gary wants a word with you this afternoon. Will you go up to his office?'
Gary was quite senior in the firm, and I was a bit worried by this, but didn't have any choice if he wanted to see me, so I went and knocked on his door in thee early afternoon.
'Come,' said his efficient voice.
I opened his door diffidently, and slid into his big office.
'Close the door, Diana,' he said, and regarded me coolly. I shut the door, and he came around and turned the turnbolt to lock it.
'I understand you've been fucking around with Talia and Jack.' It was a statement, not a question.
'I....I didn't know I needed your permission,' I said, and it sounded sarcastic as soon as I'd said it.
He slapped me hard across the face.
'We'll see about that, you little slut. When I've punished you, you can bring me this new slut, the little one – this evening, to my home – is that understood?'
'I don't know if she can.........' I started
'Just see to it,' he said, 'the punishment you are going to get now will be nothing compared to what you will get if I don't see her at nine thirty, after dinner. Now strip.'
I was trembling with fear and shame, but his dominant male presence was exciting me just the same, and I unfastened the waistband of my skirt, letting it fall about my feet. I only had to unbutton my silk blouse, slip it off my shoulders, and I stood naked on his carpet, in nothing more than a pair of stiletto-heeled sandals. He looked me up and down, and turned me about.
'The marks of your last whipping have almost gone,' he remarked, 'kneel on the floor, hands behind your neck.'
I obeyed, and saw him go to the cupboard, and take out a narrow leather belt, one end of which he wrapped around his right hand. Without warning, he lashed me with it, across the small of my back. It stung terribly, and I bit down on my lip rather than cry out. He struck again, harder still, and lower down, and the pain was almost unbearable, mingling with an indescribable ecstasy, as I felt that I alone knew the true joy of pain and pleasure combined, that in some way I was dominating my torturer by my very acceptance of his punishment. When I screamed, he knew it was a scream of lust, of fulfilment, as a cataclysmic orgasm overtook me, and he threw down the belt, laid me face-down across his desk, and ploughed his erect cock into me, ramming it deep into my cunt in one great thrust, then cumming immediately in a huge eruption which heightened my domination of him.
He somehow knew that I had his measure, but maintained his position of stern insistence whilst I dressed, and said, as I left, 'Nine thirty, then.' I just nodded.
When I got home, I was glad to hear Val or Mark moving about upstairs, and went straight up to see if it was her. I was in luck. Mark was due to go to a meeting that evening, so Val was free.
'I've nothing to wear,' she said, predictably. I said I doubted that would be a problem, and something in my tone must have warned her what may be in store.
'Look,' she said, 'I know what I said about wanting to be....well, you know..' She was lost for words, but I told her not to worry.
Laura and I later asked her down for a light dinner, and she toyed with her food, then I suggested she dressed simply in a sundress – it was a warm evening – whilst I slipped into a silk blouse and pleated miniskirt I knew Gary liked.
I borrowed Laura's car, and we were soon outside Gary and Louis' home, Val shaking like a leaf. I led her up the path and rang the bell, and the door was instantly answered by Gary himself. He showed us into a room off the passageway I had never been in before, and said, 'Get the new slave ready, Diana, please. Everything she is to wear is on the bed. When she is ready, bring her to the lounge – you know where that is.'
I looked about me. We were in a small spare bedroom, sparsely furnished with a single bed and a couple of chairs. On the bed were laid out a variety of things, which Val was regarding with horror.
'It's probably not too late to run away,' I told her, but she shook her head, and unfastened her dress behind her neck, letting it slide over her hips to the floor. When she stood in just her heels, I could see that thee livid marks of yesterday's whipping were still fresh, mainly on her back, where the crop had been concentrated. I ran a finger along one welt and she winced.
'Hurt much?' I asked.
