This is the 5th part of my story. Please read the first four parts for it to make sense.
As usual it has some fetish content in it, so if you do not like bodily functions in your stories, please look elsewhere. All characters are over 18.
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I gently peeled down my jeans as soon as I got to the bathroom. I was desperate for a pee but my real anxiety was the state of my bum after Marion's spanking and paddling and Solange's vicious caning.
Turning so my bottom faced the mirror and looking over my shoulder, I gasped with the shock of what was revealed.
Whilst most of the skin had faded to a pale pink there were three red stripes across the fullest part of my bottom cheeks. One tramline was much darker red than the other two. The skin on that one was broken and bruised. I guessed that Solange had struck me twice in exactly the same place, which was why the marking and pain there was so pronounced.
Carefully I applied a cool damp wash cloth. It seemed to make no difference to the heated skin which was terribly sore. This was not an outcome I had either wanted or expected. Marion and Solange's idea of punishment was completely different to mine. Any pleasure or arousal I had felt in the spur of the moment was now long gone. I was injured and angry.
I found some Arnica cream in the cabinet and gently spread some over the bruises.
I relieved my bladder and then went and found a thong and dressing gown, made tea and retired to the comfort of my bed. Propped up with pillows I wasn't too uncomfortable.
I reflected on the events of the afternoon. Two things stuck in my mind.
The first was how sensuously Fay had handled me when I'd visited the Salon, - what was all that about?...One minute she was hot and then she blew cold...was she warming up again? I resolved to go and see her the following morning...
The second was the pair of panties I had picked up as I'd left The Firs. They belonged to someone called Dawn which coincidentally was my boss's name...
I went back to the bathroom, where I'd discarded them earlier, and retrieved them.
They were stained with urine and skid marks and were very pungent. I clasped them to my face and sniffed. A small frisson of arousal surged through me.
I knew it was pervy to smell another woman's dirty underwear, Marion had been the one that had got me into it by pegging dirty knickers to my nose whenever I visited her. So now it felt a perfectly normal thing to do...
I knew that these panties had been acquired from the owner the previous day, and coincidentally that had been the same day my boss Dawn had hauled me up for the quality of my work. Was that a coincidence or not?
Marion had also said that the Dawn who had visited her had been with her in the morning. I tried to remember whether I had seen Dawn on Friday morning...but my memory was a blank. I couldn't even remember what she had been wearing in the afternoon...
I decided to sleep on things, and after making a quick salad went to bed nursing my very sore behind.
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Sunday morning was damp and dreary.
I got up early, planning on going to the gym, but after inspecting my injuries, which were only slightly faded, I took a long leisurely bath.
Whilst luxuriating in a cloud of steam and aromatic oil, I decided to call Fay to take her up on her offer of a coffee. I really wanted to see her again...
I took care of some of my beauty routines to wile away some time, and then a quick call confirmed Fay was at home, and had few plans for the day apart from going for a run.
I put on some sexy cream undies, my best skinny jeans and white crop top before applying just the right amount of make up to look my best, but not over the top. I grabbed my bomber jacket, found my car keys and headed out..
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Pulling up in front of the apartment block, Fay appeared as I was getting out of the car. She was returning from what had clearly been a strenuous run. Her cheeks were flushed and her face was rather sweaty.
She embraced me, smiling...
She looked so beautiful. Her hair was in a high pony tail, and she was wearing a tight white running vest with tiny black shorts. Her coltish legs were shod with trainers. I was so envious she could look quite that good after exercise...
As I followed her through the entrance I admired her shapely bum. If ever there was a moment in my life where I realised how powerfully attractive the shape of the female form could be it was then...
Standing in the small lift with her, my nose prickled with the scents from her exertions - raw and slightly sharp...I wanted to grab her and delve my fingers under her running vest and feel her little breasts...how I restrained myself I don't know...
Soon we were in her kitchen and she was making tea and coffee. I don't remember what we talked about to start with, my brain was only absorbing the pleasure from being around her again.
She sat me down on the sofa with the view over the town, and then perched on the edge of the cushion next to me, one of her sleek thighs just touching my knee.
"So...come on then...tell me what happened? Did Marion accept you with your hair the way I cut it or did she punish you for failing in your task?"
"The latter, I'm afraid. It was awful Fay...she and Solange beat the hell out of me and they even had some nerdy bloke, called Simon, stand and watch, to pile on the humiliation..."
"Bloke??" She said incredulously. "Well I say, that's a new one for Marion..." she's only ever been a lesbian to my knowledge."
"No, you don't understand Fay, he was quite young, probably 20. Marion said he was the son of a colleague who was suffering from premature ejaculation. They were threatening to circumcise him! You should have seen his dick though, it was a real monster..."
"Sounds like you wanted it... did you get to play with it then?"
"No, no, no...I had to content myself with tonguing Solange and bringing myself off with my fingers..."
"Still sounds like you had a good time then?"
"Well no Fay, if I'm honest I didn't really enjoy it. I mean I enjoyed Marion being so dominant and controlling me, that reallly does get me turned on, but they really hurt me, you should see my bum, it's raw in a couple of places and dreadfully sore. I didn't sign up for that, it went beyond the pleasure..."
"I'll have a look later if you want? The thing I don't get though Is why didn't you just tell them to stop, or use your safe word?"
"I don't know really...I suppose I've found all the experiences rather addictive, and don't want them to end.."
"Yes, but assaulting you that badly is almost criminal, I mean you could go to the police..."
"There is something else I need to explain," my voice was now almost a whisper, I was almost ashamed to mention my intrigue in the mysterious client Dawn and my curiosity as to whether it was my boss...
"What? I'm all ears..." Fay smiled, and gently rested a hand on my shoulder supportively.
So I told her about my suspicions. She listened without interrupting me. When I'd finished, she stood up and went over to the window and looked out.
