Monday, 4 June 2012

Sir Ian's Stable pt2 - At The Flat

Helen awoke on the Saturday morning, she still lay there her eyes firmly closed wishing that the wood pigeon in next doors garden would fly off, she knew that with it's constant cooing there would be no way that she could get back to sleep. She also knew that by the bird's sheer volume that the landing window must be open, so that meant that her mother was already up and about.
She rolled over and sighed as she saw the time, seven thirty! Not exactly a dawn chorus outside, but close enough, she so wanted a drink of water. Her head was pounding her mouth was dry and caked, her tongue felt alien to her it was as if someone had transplanted it during the night with a cactus.
Basically she was hungover, to much alcohol and not enough food the perfect Saturday morning hangover recipe.

Then there was the night's sleep, she had got off to sleep OK, more or less as soon as her head hit the pillow, but then afterwards it was fitful, strange dreams intruded her slumber, and each time she woke up she tried to unscramble them in her mind before dozing back off again.
The oddest was the last dream, it was long but nonsensical, vivid but somehow hazy. The more she thought about it, the harder she tried to recall each detail, the quicker it seemed to fade in her mind.
She was in the main office at work, that much she was certain of. Her computer screen and keyboard had both been pushed to the side of her desk, she was bent over her desk, or was she lying flat back on it? The other girls just continued working as if there was nothing amiss, nothing unusual taking place. That is apart from Andrea and Chloe, they were both sat on the desk behind hers, both girls were smiling at her.
Mocking her or encouraging her? She wasn't sure which.
Then Sir Ian came into the office, he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt instead one of his normal suits.

"So this is the new girl that you say I should deal with?" he asks Andrea and Chloe, they both nod in unison, and Sir Ian starts to unbuckle the leather belt around his waist. To what end though, Helen never finds out as that was the point that the wood pigeon invaded the tree outside her landing window.
Now sitting up in bed something that had been said the previous night sprang to her mind, "something can be sexual without involving sex", so was she having sexual fantasies about her boss?
She had never been one of the those girls that went for older guys, she had never felt the need to search out a "father figure", as far as she was concerned one absentee father was more than enough for anyone!
Then again she had agreed to meet up with Sir Ian today so that must mean something, but for the life of her she couldn't work out what. Also now in the cold light of day she wasn't at all sure about why either, why make her secret little fantasy public? She had always thought that perhaps she had an hereto unexplored submissive side, what worried her was that old adage of "be careful what you wish for".
Did she really want her deepest hidden desires brought out into the open?

In truth if there had been a way to call the whole thing off she knew that she probably would, but she couldn't, it never occurred to her last night to swap phone numbers with either Andrea or Chloe, and simply just not turning up was never a real option. Perhaps Sir Ian would forgive her cold feet if she explained that it was all just a huge misunderstanding, but where would that leave Andrea and Chloe then?
No, she knew that the only thing she could really do was to bite the bullet and see where, if anywhere, the whole scenario would take her.

As she climbed out of her bed she was quickly reminded of the previous night's exertions in the gym, in fact each step reminded her, or in point of fact each stair, as she made her descent from her bedroom.

"Good night last night?" her mother asked her as Helen entered the kitchen, "what do you fancy for breakfast?"

"Yeah it was a canny night mam," Helen said forcing a smile, "just toast and coffee please, then I'm going to have to get ready, I'm going down the town today,"

"Again! you must love sitting on that bus, what are you going for today?"

"I'm meeting up with Andrea and Chloe at their flat, then our boss is coming around to give me a good spanking, most likely on my bare bottom!" was what Helen would have loved to have said just to see the look on her mothers face, of course she didn't say that though. "I'm meeting up with the two girls from work that I was out with last night, we are having lunch then doing a bit window shopping," was he rather tamer reply.

"Ah well it saves me a bit cooking if nothing else, try not to be to late" Helen could tell by the tone of her mothers voice that she was somehow let down by her going off again, but as always her mother never said anything outright, it was as always her mother trying not to rock the boat and spoil their "special mother daughter friendship".
Sometimes, even when she was a teen, she had wished that her mother had been stricter with her, instead of just always bending to her whims and wishes in the name of peace.

By eleven thirty Helen was back in the city centre, nervously she rang the buzzer on the door next to the bank entrance.

"Hiya, who's that there?" crackled on the little speaker.

"It's Helen," the thought did cross Helen's mind not to answer, and to just run off down the street but she didn't. She knew now that there was no going back, the final wheels were in motion, then the door opened.

"Great I win," was the greeting from a smiling Andrea, "Chloe said you would chicken out, I said you wouldn't so we had a bet, it looks like tonight's take away is on Chloe!"

Helen wasn't at all sure that she liked the idea of her being looked upon as a source of gossip and entertainment by her two new friends.

"Come on in then, Sir won't be here for another half hour or so, so we will have time for a quick cuppa," Andrea said as she let Helen into the surprisingly large stairwell, "I'm sure you will love the flat, it isn't really a flat as such as it is over two floors, two reception rooms, a huge kitchen, two bathrooms and three bedrooms, see we even have a spare one! I think it was meant for the bank branch manager in the old days, then Sir bought it so now we live here,"

Andrea was right, Helen did love the flat, it was not just the size of the apartment that struck her, it was also the luxury of it. All the furnishings in the massive rooms seemed brand new and ultra modern, plainly way above that which could be afforded by two junior clerical assistants in a law firm.
As they sat at the kitchen having their tea a thought crossed Helen's mind, would Andrea and Chloe be witnessing her spanking as in her odd dream, the idea was tantalising and worrying in equal measure, or would she be spanked in private, just her and Sir Ian alone in a room together?
Hearing the sound of footsteps on the wooden floored passage leading to the kitchen, she knew that she would be finding out soon enough.
Sir Ian then entered the room, "so the landlord has his own key!" Helen thought to herself as she saw her boss enter the room.

"Good morning ladies," Sir Ian said smiling to the three girls, "I hope you found the apartment OK, Helen?"

"Er...yes sir," Helen answered a little lost for words, did he mean did she like the apartment? Or did he mean did she have trouble finding it?

"A and C both seem to like it well enough, just a short walk to work, and more importantly an even shorter one to the shops," both girls giggled at Sir Ian's reference to retail therapy.

"Yes, Sir, the shops are very close to our hearts," Andrea said in a slightly mocking tone, "as is our work also of course,"

"Yes.... well I'm not so sure that you two hold them both in equal regard," Sir Ian said still smiling, "how about you, Helen, I'm sure you place your work higher then shopping?"

"Er....well..I'm really happy at work sir...still settling in I suppose..." Helen struggled out feeling her face heat up, it seemed that every time Sir Ian spoke to her she was left like a babbling teen.

"And now you would like to join our little sporting association?" Sir Ian asked his face beaming.

"I don't know...I'm still not sure what it is all about....but I do like sports..."

"A sporting girl eh?, I like a good sporting girl," his twinkling eyes hammering home the innuendo, "come on, we can chat in the dining room away from flapping ears,"

Helen realised the time was at hand, as she rose from her seat her knees felt weak, was it nerves or last night's exertions in the gym?
Either way, the gym couldn't account for her now churning stomach, of course no one was actually making her go through with this, she could at any moment leave if she wanted to.
If she wanted to.

"I'll make a nice salad for lunch, then we can hit the shops later," Chloe said as Sir Ian, ever the gentleman, held for door open for Helen.

As they walked along the passageway Helen could feel Sir Ian's eyes boring into her, upon entering the dining room Sir Ian motioned for Helen to take a seat at one of the straight backed wooden chairs, the antique look of this room so incongruous to the rest of the ultra modern apartment.
Sir Ian firmly closed the door behind him.

"Do you never let your hair grow out," he asked, as he ran his fingers gently through Helen's short mousy brown hair, "I bet you would suit longer hair you know?"

"I er....always have it this's easier to manage,"

"Ah, I see, a low maintenance girl, not like Chloe then," Sir Ian said his eyes giving away the fact that he was making a joke at Chloe's expense to make Helen feel more at ease.

"Andrea has explained to that they haven't told you much about what our little club entails, she seems to think that it would be better for you to see first hand, that it will be a case of seeing is believing rather than being told all the details in advance?"

"Yes sir that's right, I know that it involves some sort of costumes and sports," the details of which had had Helen's mind racing, she had at first envisaged some sort of "school sports day" scenario, as that fitted in with her perceptions of discipline, though it couldn't explain why the girls would train so hard for it?

"Well Andrea seems to recognise something in you, a kindred spirit if you like, so she is keen to try and get you involved, to her you see it is more than just a bit dressing up, it is a lifestyle choice," Helen nodded even though she still did not have a clue as to what they were really talking about, then she felt the need to ask a question.

"You said Andrea, but you didn't mention Chloe there?"

"No Miss Chloe is a different kettle of fish altogether, she is highly competitive, but I fear that to her the club is more a means to an end,"

"I'm sorry sir I don't follow....."

"Take this apartment," Sir Ian said, his arms waving in a theatrical or courtroom manner, "they pay me a peppercorn rent of five pounds per month on it, and that is fully furnished I hasten to add, as a matter of interest how much do you pay per week in travelling expenses to get to work?"

"Twenty nine pounds a week," Helen said letting out a huge sigh as she thought of the two hours every day spent upon the bus.

"There are other perks that the girls get, but that is not what we are here for today is it?"

Helen could feel her face start to redden again as she slowly shook her head her eyes now focused on the carpet.

"So let's get on with it then," Sir Ian said brightly, "as Andrea and Chloe have explained discipline is a major part of our little club, so as way of a little test I'm going to give you a spanking, it will be a real spanking, of the kind that you would receive should a punishment be required, of course as you know other punishments are also used when warranted,"

These words caused a tumult of emotions in Helen, fear, eager excitement and embarrassment all vied within her for prominence.
She looked up as Sir Ian pulled one of the dining chairs out, pulling it well away from the table, the significance of this action was not lost upon Helen.

Sir Ian then sat down upon the chair and broke the electric silence in the room. "So then, would you like to pop over here so I can have a proper look at you?" Sir Ian asked, then added, "or if you wish you can just leave the room and the matter will never be spoken of again,"

Helen stood up and stepped towards Sir Ian.
Now standing in front of Sir Ian, Helen was well aware that her denim covered crotch was falling under his gaze. This morning as she had her breakfast she had wondered, "what do you wear for a spanking?", she had decided that her jeans would give her the most protection, but had forgotten just how tight and figure hugging they were!
As it turned out she need not have worried about the tightness of her trousers, as Sir Ian leaned forward his hands going to the button fly of her 501's.
Helen sighed heavily, her arms flapping loosely at her sides, her head thrown back as she stared at the white ceiling above her as she felt her denim pants being lowered, lowered well past her knees, fully aware that her pale blue panties would now be on open view to her boss. 

"Nice choice of knickers, Helen," Sir Ian said sincerely, "I like full cut knicks, so much more refined than thongs don't you think?"

"Yes, Sir...." Helen managed to say, her mouth now as dry and caked as it was when she had awoken.

She then felt his fingers on the elastic waistband of her mutually admired underwear.

"As sweet and as charming as they may be, there is really only one way to give a spanking, and that is upon the bare bottom!"

Helen held her breath as she felt her knickers making the same slow long journey as her jeans.
Then she felt the gentle whispery touch of a finger tracing up her inner thigh finally alighting upon her wiry triangular bush of pubic hair.

"So you don't follow the current fashion of shaving?" Helen was lost for words, no one had seen her in this manner before. Not that she was a virgin, just that with all her previous partners sex had been either in the dark or under bed covers, none of her boyfriends would have had more than a quick fleeting glance at her femininity. Now here she was standing fully exposed in front of her boss, his fingers casually tracing the length of her dampening slit as he spoke of her most private of private parts.
It was such sweet, sweet, humiliation!

"As I said earlier this will be a real punishment spanking, I know it's a little unfair as you haven't done anything to deserve it, but there you go, that's the price you agreed to pay,"

"Yes, Sir..." Helen said gulping hard as Sir Ian's finger shallowly probed her sex no deeper than a finger nails length, then withdrawing it he silently patted his lap, and pointed for Helen to take up her position.

Helen bent forward, struggling a little to get comfortable as last nights exertions were still causing her more than the odd ache or two. As Sir Ian's hand fell upon her bared bottom for the initial first contact Helen knew that her gym induced pain would soon be forgotten.
She hadn't really known what to expect, but the force of that first slap had shocked her as did the second, she closed her eyes tight, this was not what her dreams had been made of!
Sir Ian spanked on relentlessly ignoring the gasps of the twisting girl on his lap, even as the gasps turned to pleas and shouts he ignored them.
Helen was sure she could not take any more after the first minute or so, her bottom felt as if it had grown fourfold under Sir Ian's harsh ministration, the heat was unbearable and she twisted her body unashamedly in a vain attempt to avoid his hands descent. She even tried vainly to shield her bottom by throwing her right hand back, all Sir Ian did was grab it with his left hand and tuck it up her back, this having the added effect of hindering her constant writhing.

Then at some point Helen felt something different, whether it was caused by her movements on his lap, or by the engorgement of blood in her nether regions, or even by a sudden endorphin rush, whatever it was that had caused it she didn't know, but she now felt the onset of an imminent orgasm!
Now rather than wishing for Sir Ian's hand to stop falling, she now dreaded the cessation of her "punishment", through tear filled eyes she cried out.

"Please don't stop.....please...please...not yet!" 

Sir Ian didn't stop, he accelerated the rate until he felt Helen peak and then go limp across his thighs, then as she lay there her tears dropping onto the thick piled carpet, Sir Ian slowly rubbed her bright red bottom cheeks. He could feel the heat off her in his hand, he was tempted to perhaps take things further, he was only human after all, but that was not the way that this club worked. So after giving Helen a few moments to gather herself he helped her to her feet.
Then gently, ever so gently, he pulled up her knickers, then her jeans, after refastening the buttons he gave her bottom one final tap and said.

"I think that it's time for lunch, we should be OK today as even those two can't burn a salad," Helen managed to make a thin smile at Sir Ian's joke, as she quietly sobbed through the mixture of pain and the shame of that sudden left field orgasm.

When they got back into the kitchen Helen was still in tears, then she saw Chloe pull out a chair for her at the kitchen table, when she saw the pillow that they had placed upon it she could not help but laugh.