When the time came for Polly's schooling to finish, Fagin sent for her. They met in private, in the Principal's office. He was reading Polly's final report.
'You have first class report, my dear. The Principal is fulsome in her praise of you. Gives you a title of deputy-governess. That's good. With a final certificate of this quality, you should do well. However, my dear, the time has come for us both to cash in on your excellent abilities. I have a very important business associate who is looking for a young lady to carry out a special mission for him. It will be exacting, but enjoyable work for a young lady of your spirit and bearing.'
'What sort of mission?'
'Well, my dear, let is just say a most dangerous and painful one. It involves international travel, with life at the very top. Much excitement.'
'Does it pay well?' Polly inquired.
'My dear!' Fagin chuckled. 'For the both of us.'
First, she was to be tested for her suitability and endurance under torture. Polly laughed at the idea.
'It's more like a James Bond story!'
'Do not mock, my dear. In this line of business, your life may well depend upon your endurance.' Fagin warned her that this man was to be her temporary master, stern and demanding. He had been saving her innocence for just this sort of wealthy international operator.
He gave Polly a visiting card with an address written on it and a date. The address was in fashionable Knightsbridge, London. The date was three days away.
'Present yourself there at ten in the morning.'
'Right, Fagin. I shall miss you.'
'Now, my dear, remember all I've taught you. Don't shrink too soon. Ulysses likes to think he has tamed his women. The harder and more sophisticated they are, the better he likes it. He has a strong arm, my dear, so beware! Obey his orders to the letter. He has no mercy on disobedience. If he likes you, it may be some time before we meet again. If not, we may never meet again! So, good luck, my dear.'
Three days later, the weather had turned to rain. Nevertheless, Polly's taxi managed to draw up outside the main door to avoid her having a lengthy walk. It was an imposing building with an impressive entrance. She was met by a door-man in standard uniform, who checked her name against a card he took from his inside pocket before ushering her into the lobby.
The spacious hall she entered had a marble floor, its centre covered with a circular silk Chinese rug, overhung by a large, cascading crystal chandelier, and dominated by a large sweeping staircase, thickly carpeted and bordered by a wonderfully carved and turned, polished mahogany balustrade, curling up to the next floor. The walls were superbly decorated in panels, each painted with a rustic Gainsborough-like scene. Luxury spilled over. Polly was overawed!
'It's now or never to show your metal, girl!' she told herself.
The doorman spoke in a phone then escorted her to the back of the hall to a lift which ran up a shaft behind the staircase well. The lift itself was rather like an old-fashioned Pullman car; polished mahogany, metal folding doors mirrors and water-colours, with an Axminster carpet on the floor.
'Fifth floor, ma'am,' he said indicating the buttons to the left of the doors.
The lift purred quietly passed the intermediate floor, coming to a hissing halt at the fifth. The doors sighed open. Facing the lift stood a serene-looking blonde lady, probably in her twenties, with excellent posture and bearing. In fact, rather like an army officer in stature, which, as Polly would late discover, is precisely what she was. She smiled warmly.
'This way please ma'am.' Polly was escorted into a deeply carpeted spacious room, expensively furnished in cream and white. Large French windows leading onto a deep balcony overlooking Regent's Park dominated the far end of the room. They were framed by heavy brocade curtains and swagged pelmet.
An elaborate Adams fireplace surround was surmounted with a huge gilt-framed mirror with elaborate wall-lights. Standard lamps, deep sofas and arm-chairs, occasional tables were scattered round the room. A Steinway grand piano in an ebony case stood elegantly in one corner, lid open, music on the stand.
'The music room, ma'am. Please make yourself comfortable. There's coffee on the table in the corner, there.' And the elegant lady disappeared through double doors to the right.
'Phew!' Polly said to herself. 'Some pad! There's plenty of money here, alright!'
Polly went over to study the view. After a few minutes, she heard sounds coming from the room the lady had gone into. It was unmistakable! The faint sound of whipping. Stifled cries followed each lash. Polly's mind was intrigued. What should she do? Was this a part of the interview; an initiative test to see how she might respond to such an incident?
The heavy door muffled any sound, but there could be no doubt in Polly's mind. Would she be interfering in a private affair and so lose her opportunity, or would she lose it if she ignored the activity. Correction figured large in the advertisement, so she decided to bite the bullet and find out what was going on.
Striding across the room, she flung open the door to be met by an incredible sight. The elegant lady who had shown her into the room was naked from the waist up, standing between two desks facing each other, wielding a long thin willow cane. Bending face down over the desks, on either side of her, were two figures. Male obviously! Khaki shorts were round their ankles and the cheeks of their bottoms were protected by thin cotton underpants.
The blonde beauty was swishing the cane, striking first one, then the other, in alternate strokes. At each stroke, their was a suppress grunt as the buttocks jolted with the sting. Polly glanced quickly round the rest of the room. It was fully panelled in oak, with desks if similar wood, a range of occasional chairs and furniture appropriate for an expensive private office. Large bunches flowers were filled every corner of the room adding much colour in the strong sunlight shafting through the tall windows. The rain clouds had gone. It was a glorious day!
The elegant lady looked up at Polly. Without saying a word, Polly strode forward. She hooked her thumbs into each side of the underpants of one man, jerking them to his knees. Reaching between his buttocks she quickly explored the sac hanging there before searching further to find a poker-stiff shaft of average proportions. It quivered at her touch. Polly then repeated the action with the other man. Turning to the elegant lady, she snatched the willow cane from her.
'I don't know who these miscreants are,' she said, allowing herself a few quick swishes of the cane through the air as she spoke, 'but they have the effrontery to show their naked sexually aroused state in front of ladies. That demands extra punishment.'
And, without further comment, Polly landed a heavy lash on each naked bottom in turn. Red weals formed immediately on the already crimson-blotched buttocks to squeals of pain. Several more lashes followed in quick succession until their buttocks were cris-crossed with scarlet stripes.
'Stand up and turn round!' she barked. They did, with bowed heads. Polly was surprised to see they were so young. Neither could have been more than nineteen, or twenty at the most. Their shining bodies looked lightly oiled, being devoid of hair which made both handsome erections seem longer than ever.
Their skin was olive-toned, their curly hair dark brown. Although their stomachs were firm and flat behind the elegant upright columns of flesh and their shoulders well proportioned, there was nothing muscle-bound about them.
'Now you!' Polly ordered the elegant lady. Without demur, and a look of admiration in her eyes, she unfastened her skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor. Stepping out of it, she bent over the armchair between the desks. Tan-coloured silk stockings, held in place by scarlet garters, covered the long shapely legs. Displayed above them was a gorgeous bottom of rounded cheeks encased in flimsy silk briefs which did nothing to hide their luscious contents.
'How dare you display your bare breasts to tease these young men, causing them to show their arousal, and be punished for it?'
Without any preliminaries, Polly quickly thwacked the willow cane across the buttocks. The lady yelped with both surprise and pain at the ferocity of the blow. After administering several stinging thwacks, which made the girl screech and flinch, Polly turned to the two youths who were staring drooling at the proffered cheeks of female beauty.
'Take off her briefs,' Polly commended.
They turned to look at her with curiosity. They clearly didn't understand her. Polly stepped forward to drag down the flimsy garment, the girl flinching at the touch of her bottom. Her long graceful legs parted slightly to expose a plump vulva with inner lips pouting at Polly. Soft tousled curls surrounded the private entrance, now moist with its arousal.
Polly slid the cane between the labia, giving a couple of light strokes of the cane, almost lovingly, making the genitals quiver, before gesturing to the first youth to penetrate the impatient lips. He understood that perfectly, wanting no second bidding. Taking his lengthy, stiff manhood in his hand, he pointed it at the entrance, then pushed it in firmly to its fullest extent.
