This is the final part of the Lucy Submits... series
Lucy stared at the carpet, wishing the fabric to swallow her up and remove her from this moment of abasement. What was Sylvia doing here at this time of the evening? Did she do this deliberately to humiliate her?
If Master Kane was initially surprised by Sylvia coming into the room, he recovered his composure quickly. "Lucy was just going for her corner time, isn't that right?" He explained in a suave manner.
Lucy emitted a gasp, frozen in embarrassment across the arm of the sofa. What could she possibly say to assuage the situation now?
"Yes sir," she mumbled, looking at the carpet.
"I can't hear you," said Master Kane, more loudly.
"Yes sir," blurted Lucy a little louder. Damn Master Kane, he always knew how to maximise her humiliation at these points.
Lucy glanced round briefly and noticed Sylvia was standing by the door, arms folded, her eyes peering over half rim glasses like a governess. Lucy didn't even attempt the cool, comfortable in her own skin, 'oh I'm just a high flying career woman who enjoys being spanked as a bit of release' poise she tried to adopt when she first encountered Sylvia. It was perfectly obvious what she was now -- a thoroughly spanked submissive to Master Kane, her crimson bottom cheeks bearing testimony to how rigorously she had bared herself to him.
Her head spinning with shame and confusion, Lucy barely noticed Master Kane lifting up her panties so she could walk to the corner, placing her hands on her head, and lifting her dress, tucking the hem into the collar behind her so it was raised like an opera curtain. Once all that was in place, he lowered her panties once again to her thighs so her bright red bottom was framed on full display.
Lucy stood staring at the paintwork, scrunching her eyes up. Her field of vision once again limited to noticing her shadow on the wall and the tiny marks in the paintwork. She could feel the rich, deep sting in her bottom, her globes bared outwards to the room, with Master Kane and Sylvia bearing witness to her shame.
"Dear, dear, someone's been a bad girl." This time Sylvia spoke. The first time Lucy had heard her say anything of consequence since her initial encounter at the reception desk a few weeks ago.
"That's one of your better jobs," said Sylvia, looking at the rich crimson handiwork of Master Kane across Lucy's bottom.
"Thank you, Sylvia," said Master Kane, almost submissively. It was almost as if she was the ultimate dominant in this surreal dynamic.
"Do you want me to inspect your handiwork?" said Sylvia. Lucy gasped more deeply this time. No, surely not, Sylvia was the receptionist, responsible for administration. Not part of the disciplinary process in this way, surely?
"I think Lucy would like that wouldn't you?" Said Master Kane softly, without a hint or surprise in his voice. Lucy stared wide eyed at the wall, frozen in horror. What was going to happen now?
"Y..yes," she stammered, her thought process unravelling in her shame.
Lucy sensed Sylvia come over towards her. She couldn't look, but could tell she was removing the overcoat she was wearing when she came in and put it over the arm of the sofa where Lucy had recently lay to finish her spanking. A couple of steps later she was standing right behind Lucy. She knew it, she could feel the strong, feminine presence of Sylvia right behind her, inspecting her humiliation.
"My, my, what a pretty bottom you have Lucy," Sylvia said, like a schoolmistress.
"Th..thank you...S...Sylvia," Lucy felt her legs trembling.
"It's a very special treat to be in here with Master Kane after hours you know, aren't you a lucky girl." Sylvia was moving even closer in.
Lucy felt sylvia's long finger trace a line up her inner thigh, gently, up and down, stopping tantalisingly short of her pussy.
"You're enjoying this aren't you Lucy," said Sylvia, continuing to stroke Lucy's thigh with her finger, on the other leg now.
"Y...yes Sylvia" said Lucy her cheeks now blushing almost as red as her bottom.
"There's a good girl," Lucy's head started to tingle at this attention, she felt herself relaxing, regressing, submitting meekly to this older woman. The composed lawyer's persona completely dissolved now.