'He wants me to go to the Doctor's fancy dress with him', Jane casually mentioned one evening. 'Do you think I should?'
We both knew that the 'he' was a junior doctor at the hospital where Jane worked as a student nurse. He was an Arab, late 20's, and he had pursued Jane relentlessly before she had agreed to meet him one evening. I had agreed to her 'date' as we led a very open lifestyle and, at nineteen, she was still enjoying her best days as a desirable young woman. Following their night out she had returned to his flat where he very soon discovered that she was wearing stockings and suspenders (at my suggestion), and was an available, young, white wife. He did everything imaginable with her, including anal sex, before she made her way home, worn out and besotted. Since then, he had asked her out on the odd occasion - he did not pester her, but picked his moments carefully. He enjoyed showing her off to other overseas doctors as his 'English' girlfriend.
'If you want to.' I replied. 'I will meet up with the lads at The Queen's, so take the car and get back whenever you are done.'
I thought no more of the conversation until, a couple of days later, Jane came in carrying a couple of bags full of new clothes.
'New outfit?' I asked.
'My fancy dress stuff' she replied, 'you remember?'
'Yes, yes, of course, Friday isn't it? Let's see it.'
Jane took out a gym slip, blouse, and white socks, before saying 'he wants me to go as a schoolgirl, his boss has asked him to bring me dressed in these clothes.'
'You will be a knockout,' I said, fully accepting that she would be on her knees, giving him anything he wanted, as soon as their party was over.
As it turned out, I was only partly correct. She had also been earmarked for something else.
Friday evening came around, and, as I sat watching tv, I could hear Jane, upstairs, getting ready.
She came down in her 'uniform' and grabbed a coat and her car keys, before saying, ' don't wait up, I will probably stay over if I have had a drink.'
I replied 'I know exactly what you will be doing - the same as usual.'
She smiled at me, before turning for the door, where, with a glance over her shoulder, she lifted her short skirt flashing her bare buttocks, as she disappeared
'Oh yes', I cried, 'I'll be waiting'
I walked down to the pub around nine where I spent the evening with a couple of pals. One of them asked where Jane was, to which I simply replied, 'at a works do,' which ended that conversation.
I made my way home around midnight, before climbing into bed and dropping off.
I was awoken by the sound of the door just as it was getting light. I yawned and opened my eyes as the 'schoolgirl' walked into the bedroom.
'How did it go?' I asked, sleepily.
'That's the last time that I go anywhere with that bastard,' she replied. Her tone had me awake and attempting to sit up.
'What happened?'
Her answer was to pull up her skirt and turn away. The answer was obvious.
She had been brutally caned.
'Wow, someone went to town on you, that's for sure. I never knew he liked that sort of stuff.'
'It wasn't him, but he set me up for it - the bastard had arranged it all.' she blurted indignantly.
'What do you mean?' I asked, as she removed her clothes (although her blouse was already missing), and climbed into bed.
She lay, face down, as I lightly traced her bruised backside with my fingers.
Jane let out a whimper as I came into contact with her bruised flesh, before saying,
'I should have guessed that something was wrong as soon as we arrived - we had hardly got through the door before two old men walked up to us, I am sure they had been watching the door, waiting for us to arrive'.
Ash introduced his boss, the Senior Consultant, who I knew from work, and his brother, also a senior clinician, but one that I had never met.
After a few words of greeting, Ash went to fetch a couple of drinks while his friends chatted to me. They did not disguise their interest in my outfit, and made all the usual 'have you been a naughty girl' comments - to be honest, it was getting a bit uncomfortable and I was glad to see Ash return with a drink and resume chatting with his seniors. That's when I felt a hand sliding up the back of my leg'.
'I gasped, and turned to the brother to tell him to stop, but Ash put his hand on my arm and shook his head, smiling. I held back from speaking and saw the old man smile and nod to Ash'.
'His hand continued exploring my bare bottom as they carried on their conversation - that's when I realised why he had insisted on no underwear'.
'It was confirmed when Mr Farouk and his brother, who excused himself for a couple of minutes, changed positions'.