Authors: Lisette Ashton
‘Several members of staff here prefer to redden their victims before they punish them,’ Mr Smith explained, oblivious to the tangents Jo’s mind was following. ‘They use paddles and beat the offending trainee’s backside until it is red. Then they cane them. They claim it enhances the pain.’
Jo nodded, darkly excited by the thought of enduring such a punishment.
‘Personally, I prefer to mark pale skin, like yours,’ Mr Smith told her. He drew his finger purposefully along the bright-red line that marked her arse. The pressure he applied was sufficient to make Jo gasp softly. ‘I doubt anyone could make a mark that hurts as much as that. Do you agree?’
Jo nodded again and heard herself gasp a meek yes in response.
‘It turns you on as well, doesn’t it?’ he asked, the inflection of his accent suddenly becoming more pronounced. He slid a finger along the lips of Jo’s exposed labia, inspiring a wealth of stimulating pleasure.
‘Here,’ he said, thrusting the finger under her nose. ‘Lick my finger clean. It’s sodden with your juices.’
Obediently, Jo did as he asked. She licked the pussy honey from his finger, amazed there was so much there. The taste of her own arousal was a sweet fragrant one that she felt comfortable and familiar with. On the cool finger of the austere Mr Smith, it seemed to taste better than ever and she was happy to comply with his request. When he pulled his digit away from her mouth, Jo avariciously licked her lips, relishing the last taste of the cream that remained there.
‘You are a very responsive pupil,’ Mr Smith told her. ‘I’m beginning to think you will be an asset to us here at the Pentagon Agency. Let me try something else. Stay where you are.’
Not daring to incur his wrath, Jo remained bent before the desk. Valiantly, she tried suppressing the shivers of pleasure that trickled through her body. There was a moment’s silence. She tried glancing from the corner of her eye to see what he was up to. He was standing directly behind her and she knew she would not be able to see him without moving her head. Not daring to imagine what this something else might be, Jo braced herself for another caning.
Instead, she was pleasantly surprised to endure the familiar feeling of a cock sliding between her legs. The length pressed against the swollen lips of her labia then, with a forceful push, it was filling her completely. She groaned loudly, delighted by the unexpected turn of events. His cock pressed firmly against the tight inner walls of her pussy. She felt it slide deep inside her, then pull out so the tip nestled against her clitoris. As he entered her a second time, Jo realised he was squeezing the flesh of her arse with his fingers. Whether by coincidence or intent, his hand seemed to have caught the tender line of flesh he had been caning.
Jo suspected it was deliberate but she could not fault the response it inspired. A scream of delight roared from her as he plunged his cock deep inside. The intensity of her excitement was so strong she felt her inner muscles clenching greedily on his length. An orgasm exploded powerfully inside her. Her breathing deepened again and she braced herself for another entry as his cock pulled out of her.
This time he did not push it back into her vagina. Before Jo knew what was happening, she smelt the familiar scent of her own juices delightfully close to her nose. She opened her eyes and saw the length of Mr Smith’s cock only inches from her face.
‘Lick it clean,’ he told her stiffly.
Jo did not hesitate. She took his cock in her mouth and allowed the tip of her tongue to roll around the head of his knob. She wrapped her lips tightly around his length and tried to suck the organ into her mouth. The swollen purple end of his cock pressed heavily against the back of her throat but she barely noticed. The combined taste of his arousal and her own secretions was a fantastic flavour which she could not seem to get enough of. She used her tongue as best she could, sucking hungrily on the length so she removed every last trace of her juices from him.
‘Very good indeed,’ he said coolly, removing his dick from her mouth.
Jo gasped with surprise. Even though she had been sucking his cock with as much passionate fury as she could muster, he still sounded barely interested. His appraisal was nothing more than a courtesy. Again she was stimulated by the ambivalence he showed to her. She was trying to form these thoughts into some semblance of order when she realised he was behind her again.
His hands clasped her arse, inspiring a furious rebirth of the deep-rooted pain he had planted there. She felt the round end of his stiff dick poking between her legs and steadied herself for his entry. The thought of what he might be intending was darkly arousing.
He moved his fingers so they caressed the rim of her anus. Using the thumb from each hand, he spread the tight little hole wide open. His thumbs slowly slid into the dark warmth of her backside.
Jo groaned softly.
With his thumbs inside her, he pressed his cock against her pussy lips, thrusting forward more forcefully than before. A low groan of satisfaction escaped him.
Jo felt the strength drain from her body as a rush of pleasure swept through her. She did not know what caused the joy to hit her, if it was a single stimulant, or a combination of all of them. His thumbs felt sublimely good up her arse. His cock was magnificent between her legs. The burning sting of her striped backside was still a white-hot pit of agony, but this too was enough to leave her breathless with pleasure.
Mr Smith’s small, almost reluctant cry of satisfaction made Jo feel warmer than she would have believed. To suffer at the hands of Mr Smith’s indifference had been enjoyable. However, to know he was receiving some pleasure made Jo feel as though she was better at being submissive than he had anticipated.
His cock pushed forcefully into her, then slid back, so that the tip had almost escaped the tight confines of her pussy. Then he was pushing back inside her. His thumbs tugged roughly against the inner walls of her anus, stimulating a wealth of pleasure that pushed her further towards orgasm.
Jo screamed happily as the thrill of pleasure filled her. She pushed herself on to his length, trying to accommodate as much of his manhood as she could. She could feel the hungry pulse of his length throbbing deep within her. The sensation left her feeling hotter than ever.
‘Very good indeed,’ he told her, removing himself from her warm confines. He slid his thumbs free at the same time, then walked around his desk and settled himself back in his chair.
Jo noticed that he had not bothered putting his trousers back on and she wondered what else he had in store for her. She did not dare allow her imagination to dwell on this topic for too long. She was aware that she was likely to explode in delight again if she pictured a particularly exciting image.
‘Come around here and lick me clean again,’ he told her briskly.
Jo needed no more encouragement. She hurried around to the side of his desk and knelt in front of him. Her fingers traced the length of his cock before she took it in her mouth and began to suck it again.
‘Raise your arse,’ he commanded brusquely.
Jo did as he asked, continuing to tease his length with her tongue and lips. She pressed her lips against the end of his organ and then slowly moved her head down on it, encompassing the entire length with a soft, gentle sucking. She was beginning to wonder why he had wanted her to shove her arse up in the air when she felt the first blow.
Using his bare hand, Mr Smith delivered slap after slap to the cane-burnished cheeks of Jo’s backside. He was as adept with his bare hands as he was with a cane. Each blow produced a loud, hard crack that rippled through her body. The pain was formidable, inspiring an excited reaction from Jo that made her suck on his length with a furious hunger. Every time his bare hand connected with the naked flesh of her exposed arse, Jo realised she was using her mouth more diligently on his length. Her desire to please him increased with the amount of pain he inflicted.
Similarly, the pleasure she received from his punishment only seemed to grow. Each slap from his bare palm inspired a wave of delight to erupt inside. The first had been hard and uncomfortable, causing a searing red-hot explosion in her cheeks. The second had been just as fierce. It had inflamed the sensitive skin caused by his first blow. The beating went on in this manner until Jo thought she could tolerate it no longer. The sensations were so intense she felt giddy. She knew she was close to passing out with the thrill of orgasmic pleasure. Fervently, she worked her mouth on Mr Smith’s cock, sucking as furiously as she dared.
When she felt the explosion of semen in her mouth, Jo shivered excitedly. His seed sprayed thickly in her mouth and she swallowed it quickly, careful not to spill any. With each swallow, she felt a thrill of climactic pleasure engulf her.
Mr Smith continued to spank her backside, adding to her pleasure with the ferocity of his blows. He released a soft, satisfied groan and Jo felt herself being immersed by another wave of glorious pleasure. She was pleasing him, just as much as he was pleasing her, she realised. The notion brought with it a sense of accomplishment that was almost physical. As soon as he had climaxed his cock fell flaccid. Nevertheless, Jo continued to lick it, savouring the last droplets of his come and licking his shaft clean. She did not stop until he pushed her head gently away.
When she glanced up at him, Jo realised Mr Smith was smiling fondly down at her.
‘You have the makings of a star pupil,’ he said earnestly. ‘I don’t usually go to such lengths when I’m interviewing trainees.’ He put his cock away and pulled his trousers back on. ‘I’m glad I made the exception for you.’ Casting an almost offhand glance at her half-naked body, he said, ‘You can get dressed now.’
Jo realised from the tone of his voice that this was a command and not a request. Hurriedly, she moved away from him and began to straighten her clothes. She dressed herself quickly, aware that he was watching her with an impatient eye.
‘There is only one more thing,’ Mr Smith said. ‘You are now fully aware of the sort of punishment we administer here at the Pentagon Agency, wouldn’t you agree?’
Jo could not stop a blush from colouring her cheeks. She smiled demurely at him. ‘I’d say that was a fair assessment,’ she said shyly.
He nodded, his manner crisp and businesslike. ‘That has two advantages,’ he told her. ‘Primarily, you will be on your best behaviour from now on, aware of what is in store for insubordinate actions.’
Jo tested a wry smile on him. She was still feeling a little unsettled by her acceptance and enjoyment of his chastisement. The pleasure she had received was far greater than she would have believed. However, as enjoyable as the experience had been, Jo did not intend repeating it ever again.
‘And secondly,’ Mr Smith went on. ‘You will now have no compunctions about signing your acceptance of our doctrine.’ He pushed a stiff-looking, white document across the desk to her. Holding a pen out with his other hand, he smiled tightly at her. ‘Sign at the bottom,’ he said, ‘and you will be accepted as a trainee.’
Without a moment’s hesitation, Jo took the pen from him and was about to sign the document. She took a moment to mentally correct herself: she had been about to sign the page with her real name rather than the pseudonym she was working under, but Mr Smith did not notice the hesitancy. With the name Jenny Vaughan written, she smiled up at him, trying not to show how triumphant she felt.
Now she was inside the Pentagon Agency it would only be a matter of time before she had found Kelly Rogers.
‘Congratulations,’ Mr Smith said, offering her his hand. ‘Now, if you want to go and have your medical examination, I’ll organise a room for you here at the hostel.’
Jo’s broad smile widened. ‘Thank you,’ she told him.
Helen sighed unhappily. ‘You two are a right pair of miserable bastards to work with,’ she growled moodily. ‘I thought this assignment would have been fun with the three of us working together.’
‘Shut up, Helen,’ Kelly snapped. Her attention was focused on the typing in front of her. ‘I don’t have time for your stupidity right now.’
Helen snorted rudely in reply. She turned to Russel at his monitor and tested a winning smile on him. ‘What about you, big boy?’ she asked coquettishly. ‘Are you in the mood for some fun?’ She reached a hand beneath his desk and stroked his inner thigh.
Russel stopped her hand from making its way up to his groin. ‘Not here,’ he hissed forcefully. ‘Why don’t you stop messing about and get on with your work?’
Helen snatched her hand from Russel’s, glaring at him with hostile intent. ‘What the hell’s wrong with you?’ she demanded. ‘You were great fun last night. Now you’re acting like a real bore. I thought it would have been fun being on an assignment with you. What’s wrong? Have you got the hots for that bitch who runs this dump?’
Russel glowered angrily at Helen. ‘I don’t think you should be calling Miss Byrne a bitch,’ he said quietly. ‘It shows a distinct lack of respect.’
‘Well, that’s because I harbour a distinct lack of respect for the overbearing cow,’ Helen said emphatically. She watched the flare of anger erupt in Russel’s eyes and giggled triumphantly. ‘I knew it!’ she declared happily. ‘You do have the hots for her. You want to get into her knickers, don’t you?’
‘Keep your voice down,’ Russel hissed, his cheeks flaring bright crimson. ‘Someone will hear you.’
‘Perhaps I want someone to hear me,’ Helen suggested wickedly. ‘Perhaps I want our conversation to be overheard, so that the word gets back to her. Hadn’t you thought that’s what I might be doing?’
‘Give it a rest, Helen,’ Kelly snapped tiredly. ‘Lets just get the work done. This is mine and Russel’s first time out and neither of us wants to screw up.’
Helen sniffed disdainfully. ‘Still trying to be teacher’s pet? They don’t think any better of you if you suck up to them like that.’
‘I’m not sucking up to anyone,’ Kelly told her crisply. ‘I’m just getting on with my job. I think that’s what you should be doing.’
Helen glared angrily at Kelly. She seemed on the brink of saying something, then hesitated, a wicked smile shaping her lips. ‘Why don’t you and Russel come to the stationery room with me? I bet we could have a laugh in there.’ She forced her tone to sound encouraging.
‘Make a sentence out of these words, Helen,’ Kelly said wearily. ‘Fuck off, and stop bothering me.’ Her fingers sped over the keyboard before she stopped and cursed the mistake she had just made.
‘Russel’s wearing a pair of women’s knickers,’ Helen told Kelly cheerfully, pretending she had not heard her rebuke. ‘Do you want to see them?’
‘You said you weren’t going to tell anyone about that,’ Russel hissed suddenly.
Helen ignored him. ‘Do you want to see them?’ she asked Kelly again. ‘He looks quite saucy dressed in women’s clothes. I bet you’d get a real buzz out of seeing him.’
Kelly shook her head, trying to force her concentration on to the work in front of her. ‘I don’t have the time or the inclination,’ she said, trying to sound totally unenthusiastic about the proposition. ‘Why not ask one of the regular employees here? Perhaps they’d be interested in what you have to say.’
Helen seemed to consider this. ‘I would,’ she said thoughtfully. ‘But I don’t think they’d get the same personal thrill out of it that you might experience. You see –’ she leant closer to Kelly and whispered ‘– I don’t think they’d be able to identify the real owner of those panties as well as you could.’
There was an undeniable meaning in Helen’s words that Kelly could not miss. She stopped typing at the computer and turned to face Helen. She glowered menacingly into the blonde’s smiling face. ‘What are you talking about, Helen?’ she hissed, clenching her teeth tightly together. ‘What are you trying to say?’
Helen moved back in her chair and glanced innocently at the typing in front of her. Suddenly her concentration seemed devoted to the work she had been asked to do. She looked like the ultimate in conscientious administration. ‘This is quite an impressive word-processing package,’ she said quietly. ‘Wouldn’t you agree?’
Kelly leant over from her seat and put a hand on the lapel of Helen’s jacket. ‘What did you mean before?’ she asked sharply. ‘That comment about my being able to identify the owner of the pants he’s wearing?’ She nodded her head in Russel’s direction.
Helen’s smile was reptilian. ‘I’m sure you can work it out for yourself,’ she said coolly. ‘He’s wearing a pair of women’s knickers. They’re not mine. Take a guess at who they belong to.’
‘You bitch,’ Kelly snapped angrily.
Helen’s grin widened. ‘I’m worse than that,’ she assured her. ‘And if you don’t do exactly as I say, I’ll have Mistress Bitch Byrne do a strip-search on Russel. If she finds what he’s wearing, the pair of you will be enjoying your own separate stints in the black room.’
‘I’d tell them they’re not mine,’ Kelly replied quickly. She wished there had been no uncertainty in her tone but she heard it tainting her words.
Helen appeared to be concentrating on her work. Her fingers occasionally pecked at the typewriter keyboard. ‘They’d probably believe you,’ she said encouragingly. ‘It’s not like you have your name written in the back, is it?’ She smiled at her own joke. ‘And, admittedly, you are probably the only person in the hostel who has that colour of emerald-green underwear, but that’s hardly proof, is it?’
‘You bitch,’ Kelly breathed, stunned by the ease with which Helen had managed to manipulate her. ‘You’ve got him wearing a pair of my knickers? What if someone finds out?’
Helen smiled. It was a knowing expression that Kelly found totally infuriating. ‘Do you want to take Russel and me into the stationery cupboard, so that you can resolve this matter?’ she asked. She phrased her question so that it sounded like a harmless, almost innocent, suggestion.
Kelly stared at her again, not daring to utter an insult and not knowing what else to say. She wondered idly if Helen was a good chess player. The woman had a knack for thinking ahead that went beyond anything Kelly had found herself capable of. Considering the game-play she had indulged in over the past few days, Kelly wondered if Helen ought to be renowned for her Grandmaster status.
‘What if I say no?’ she asked coldly. It was a stupid question and she supposed that, at the back of her mind, she already knew the answer to it.
‘You won’t,’ Helen told her. ‘You know the potential repercussions aren’t worth it.’ She made an attempt at the beginning of the typing in front of her, then turned to face Kelly. ‘Russel’s wearing a pair of your panties. That’s a cold, hard fact. As cold as a witch’s tit, to use the vulgar expression.’ She smiled tightly, just to show she was still amused by the situation rather than annoyed by it. ‘If he’s caught wearing them, he’ll be in the shit, and the owner of the pants will be too. I think I’ll escape without any punishment, but I doubt if you could make the same claim.’
‘I’d say you made him wear them,’ Kelly told Helen hotly.
Helen nodded sagely. ‘I expect Russel would say the same thing,’ she agreed. ‘That could work one of two ways. Either the authorities back at the hostel would believe you, or they’d wonder why your stories fitted so perfectly. I wonder who they’d choose to believe.’
Kelly stared at the blonde incredulously. ‘You bitch!’ she gasped.
‘I do have a record for unruly behaviour,’ Helen said, speaking as though she had not heard Kelly. ‘So there is a possibility that they might believe you. On the other hand, he’s wearing your knickers and that fact would count for quite a lot.’
‘You fucking bitch,’ Kelly gasped, unable to control her rising temper.
‘You don’t know the half of it yet,’ Helen said, a smug grin twisting the corners of her lips as she spoke. ‘I’ll see you in the stationery cupboard.’ She paused as she climbed out of her chair and nodded in Russel’s direction. Speaking to Kelly, she said, ‘Bring your knickers with you. You wouldn’t want to be caught without them, would you?’
Kelly caught herself from uttering a sharp retort, knowing that such a response would do no good now. She watched Helen climb from her desk and saunter out of the office, heading in the direction of the stationery cupboard. Unhappily, she noted that Russel had watched her egress with a miserable frown on his face.
‘What do we do now?’ he asked.
Kelly sighed. ‘I guess we do whatever she tells us to,’ she said miserably.
* * *
Vanessa Byrne cradled the telephone between her shoulder and her ear. ‘Sorry, Stacey,’ she said quickly. ‘I’m trying to do my nails and talk to you at the same time.’
‘I’m sorry to interrupt you during such a busy period,’ Stacey said dryly. ‘How are the new trainees shaping up?’
Vanessa smiled warmly. ‘Don’t tell me you’re worried about your fledglings leaving the nest,’ she teased. ‘Or do you think I’m going to gobble them up before you can get them back tonight.’
‘That latter thought had occurred to me,’ Stacey remarked sarcastically. ‘I was just checking they were OK.’
‘They’re OK,’ Vanessa assured her. ‘Kelly and Russel are a pair of decent hard-workers. Good-looking and very eager.’
‘And Helen?’ Stacey asked crisply.
‘Deadwood,’ Vanessa said simply. ‘I would say she needs a little more discipline. Do you want me to deal with that?’
‘No,’ Stacey said quickly. ‘I doubt you could do any better than we’ve been able to here at the hostel. I’d appreciate it if you could keep a close eye on her today. If she’s breached any of the rules, I’ll take care of her.’
‘You’re in the black room this week?’ Vanessa asked curiously.
‘Mr Smith and I are there all week,’ Stacey assured her. With a note of bitterness, she added, ‘I’ve had a feeling that Helen and I would be meeting in there one day. I guess I’m going to be proved right.’
‘I guess you are,’ Vanessa said, her voice suddenly tense. ‘I’ve just glanced into the office,’ she explained down the telephone. ‘It looks like all three of them have disappeared.’
Stacey’s voice was a shriek of disbelief. ‘All three of them!’
‘Give me a minute to let this polish dry,’ Vanessa said crisply. ‘If they’re not back at their desks, I’ll go and find them.’ Impatiently, she blew on her wet fingernails.
* * *
The stationery cupboard was only a small room, just large enough to house a photocopier. The walls were lined with shelves that strained beneath the weight of letterheads, forms and various types of envelope. With the three of them inside and the door closed, they filled the room.
‘Whatever you’re doing,’ Kelly hissed, ‘make it quick.’
Helen’s smile was enigmatic but her tone was harsh. ‘Don’t try bullying me, Kelly,’ she replied tersely. ‘I’ve been dominated by professionals and they still haven’t cowed me. Don’t think you’ll manage to succeed where they’ve failed.’ She stared defiantly at the redhead, daring her to take issue with the statement.
Kelly stared uncertainly at Helen, wondering if she had heard correctly. She had tried to fathom her own reasons for becoming involved with the Pentagon Agency and her easy acceptance of their regime. In her own mind she felt comfortable with the new role she had adopted. She wanted to serve and the staff at the agency allowed her to be servile. It was a simple equation and she had assumed that each of the trainees was there under the same terms. Hearing Helen’s defiant words, Kelly realised that the blonde’s feelings were not so straightforward.
Helen wanted to be forced into submission, Kelly guessed. Rather than simply enjoying the control of a dominator, Helen actively sought the fierce punishment which Kelly shied away from. Aware that this was neither the time nor the place for such thoughts, she reluctantly snatched her gaze away from Helen.
Spurred on by her victory in the argument, Helen glared angrily at Russel. He was standing timidly in one corner of the stationery room, looking as though he wished to be forgotten. ‘Take your trousers off,’ she snapped. ‘Now!’ she added with unnecessary force.
Russel stared at her with a beseeching expression. ‘What if someone comes in?’ he asked.
Helen shrugged, not caring. ‘If someone comes in, then they’ll see your cock. Get your trousers off,’ she snapped. ‘The longer you take, the more chance there’ll be of us being missed.’
Kelly felt her stomach groan at the thought of them being missed. It was not the thought of being punished that upset her. She had derived a lot of pleasure from the chastisements she had received so far. Although she felt uncomfortable admitting it to herself, she would have happily enjoyed another caning from Mistress Stacey. However, the thought of being punished by Vanessa Byrne was another matter entirely.
‘Make it quick, Russel,’ Kelly snapped. ‘Perhaps we can get out of this without being caught if you hurry.’
Helen grinned, delighted that the pair were now obeying her. ‘We don’t want to make it too quick,’ she cautioned. ‘Part of Russel’s charm is his stamina.’
Kelly glared angrily at her. ‘What do you want us to do, Helen?’ She found her gaze would not focus on Helen. Instead her attention was drawn to Russel as he removed his trousers.
His legs were muscular and well shaped, she noted: a sign of his obvious physical capability. As her gaze moved upward she saw that the hem of his shirt covered his manhood and whatever underwear he was wearing. He began to unfasten his shirt from the top and had moved down to the waistline of the garment when Helen caught Kelly’s attention.
‘Here,’ she said sharply. ‘I want you to lick this.’ She was holding the hem of her skirt up to reveal the shaved flesh of her pubic mound. Her fingers played coquettishly with the delicate-pink folds of skin.
Kelly tried to appear nonchalant as she studied Helen’s pussy but it was a struggle to maintain the facade. The situation was already arousing her, in spite of her unhappiness.
‘You know you want to taste it,’ Helen teased, sliding a finger deftly inside her own hole. ‘You couldn’t seem to get enough of it the other night.’