Over the days following Helen's spanking, the subjects of corporal punishment and Sir Ian's mysterious sports club never came up in conversation. Helen was always somewhat wary of being the first to broach the subject with Andrea and Chloe, though on the nights that they were using the company gym Helen always made a point of having a quick surreptitious glance at their bottoms when changing.
brought her no enlightenment as to what was going on, except to the fact
that neither of them had had a recent caning.
She was also spending a
lot more social time with Andrea and Chloe, and both girls had
mentioned to her the spare room in the apartment almost as a hint that
the room was available to her.
Helen found the idea of that room
so tempting, she knew that her mother would not be keen on her taking
it, but she couldn't remain tied to her apron strings forever, also she
sensed that if they had a little break from one another it might
actually improve their relationship, it certainly couldn't make it any
Yes a break from each other would be just the ticket, Helen
thought to herself, and of course there was the financial side of things
to look at also, not to mention the travelling time saved.
down side would seem to be the fact that was not stated though implied
was that the spare room was on condition of "joining the team".
As to what "the team" was still remained pretty much a mystery!
Then on the Thursday night in the sauna the silence was finally broken by Chloe.
I'm sorry we won't be able to go out tomorrow night as Andrea and I have
hairdresser coming around to the flat, so Saturday morning we will pick
you up from your house about ten thirty it's handy really, because your
house is more or less on the way,"
"Uh...on the way to where?" Helen asked not knowing at first what Chloe was talking about.
"Well that would be telling wouldn't it," Chloe said grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
right Saturday, I knew it was this weekend.....just I wasn't sure what
day it was....or if I was still invited," Helen said, her heart now
suddenly pounding, "is there any kind of .....you know dress code or
"There is a dress code for us two, but you can wear
whatever you like," Andrea said, "just think barbecue or country fair
and you won't be far off the mark,"
So that was it, Helen was on
her way, and sure enough at ten twenty five on the Saturday morning a
limousine pulled up outside of her house. It wasn't one of those pink
stretchy party limos, it was a normal dark blue Dorchester.
mother was very impressed that the firm had sent a car to pick up her
daughter to take her to the company's annual garden party.
the other hand looked at the car and thought "all that's missing is the
hearse". Upon entering the car she saw exactly why Andrea and Chloe had
said that they couldn't go out last night.
Their hair must have taken hours to do!
of either of their normal two styles, centre parting or pony tail,
they both sported huge pony tails, the size of which had been enhanced
by massive hair extensions, also both girls had what looked like green
plastic tape banding their hair at the base of their tails.
"Hi, you two all right?" Helen asked as she sat down in the back of the car.
Andrea silent smiled and nodded, while Chloe fished around in her bag for something, and then handed it to Helen.
great thanks," Chloe said, "by the way Andrea isn't being deliberately rude by
not speaking she is just getting into character, here put this on so
you wont have to pay for drinks or anything in the refreshment tents,"
looked at what had been handed to her, it was a rather amateurish
looking green badge bearing the legend, "Green Team VIP Guest".
"Ah right thanks," Helen said unassuredly as she pinned the badge to her black sweatshirt.
girls had been right about Helen living close to their destination, the
journey had only taken some ten or twelve minutes, though it was along
country lanes that she could not recall ever venturing down before,
they then reached a large secluded house high up on the hills of the Wear
At the gates at the head of the drive stood two stocky
looking shaven headed guys who were clearly hired security monitoring
all the vehicles that were trying to gain access.
Their car however
was just waved straight through and down the long driveway towards the
rear of the main house. As they got out of the car Helen noticed Sir Ian
coming towards them, she had never seen him so casually dressed before,
except of course in her dream, as a matter of fact his jeans and old
t-shirt verged on being scruffy!
"Good morning girls!" he shouted over to them,
a large childlike grin upon his face, "so glad you could make it Helen,
and I see you have your free goody badge on, so I expect you to make
good use of it in the champagne tent!"
"Yes, Sir if you insist I
can hardly refuse can I?" Helen answered her initial nervousness around
her boss now a seemingly distant memory.
"Come on then, time is
of the essence if you wish to meet the old trouble and strife before
things start! Andrea would you like to see if you can find my better
half while I escort these two stunning young ladies down the garden
path?" Sir Ian said as he linked arms with Helen and Chloe and led the
way down the shrub lined path.
The view that met Helen's eyes as she reached end of the pathway left her somewhat dumbfounded.
large area, more or less the size of a football pitch surrounded on
three sides by a dense wall of tall leylandii. Helen could see that the
trees formed a threefold purpose, they acted as a screen against prying
eyes, whilst also providing a wind break and creating a sun trap.
the centre of the enclosed area was an oval all weather running track,
not like those you would see in athletics meetings though. This track
was almost sausage shaped, with a thin wooden barrier running down the
centre of it, the track was half marked out in lanes and half plain.
the track were dotted a couple of refreshment tents, and what looked
like three track side bookmaker stalls, to the far end of the track
stood a large marquee it's entrance closed over and guarded by two
security guards both of the same stamp as the two at the gate. Both of
the longer sides of the "sausage" had American style nine tier bleachers
by way of seating, more or less in line with what Helen correctly took
to be the finish line.
"Ah so it's a race...." Helen said, and Sir Ian nodded enthusiastically.
felt somewhat cheated, she hadn't really known what to expect, she now felt
how Dorothy must have felt as she pulled back the curtain on the Wizard
of Oz and seen him for what he was. Except in this case the mystery
only related to a bunch of toffs running an illegal gambling meet.
felt so deflated.
Before Sir Ian could say anything else, Helen saw a
short slim Indian woman striding towards them with the exaggerated gait
of a colonel, Andrea tagged along behind the ramrod upright lady. The
Indian lady Helen guessed would be around thirty to thirty five, she was
dressed in beige jodphurs, knee high riding boots and a green blouse,
as she approached she held her hand out to Helen.
must be Helen? I'm Pria," She said pleasantly as she shook Helen's hand,
"I hope my husband isn't boring you too much, if he isn't give him time
and he will do?"
Helen just smiled, not sure if that was a question, a joke, or a statement of fact.
Helen was bit distracted by Andrea, who was clearly finding her new
hair extensions uncomfortable, as she stood behind Pria she was
constantly shaking her head, her extended pony tail lashing to and fro.
Then before anyone could say anything else Chloe suddenly interjected.
"Sir! Miss! look over there," then unashamedly she blatantly pointed at two girls.
One of the girls was easily six foot tall with very short cropped light brown hair, the other girl though was truly statuesque.
was clearly two inches taller, shaven headed, and looked very like a
young Grace Jones, dressed in Lycra cycling shorts and a cut off vest
that showed off her ebony musculature to a great almost intimidating
Then Helen noticed Andrea, she had stopped her annoying head
shaking and was now staring at the two girls, though not a bad tempered
"drunken girl in a nightclub stare", this look was one of someone
calculating something, weighing up a problem and trying to work out a
Then after what seemed an age, Andrea broke off her gaze,
lent forward and whispered something in Pria's ear. Pria seemed
thoughtful for a second or two, then nodded and smiled.
sorry to have to leave you like this, Helen, but the girls and I really
have to get ready now, hope to chat a little later!" Pria said
then turned and strutted off to the large marquee, followed closely by
Andrea and Chloe.
Helen then felt a hand upon her shoulder as Sir Ian quietly said.
"Please let's take a seat for a moment or two, we can have some champers after the first race, eh?"
Sir...." as she replied it suddenly registered with her that she was
now taking on Andrea's and Chloe's way of talking to Sir Ian, the Ian
had disappeared to be replaced by the plain Sir!
As they sat down on the third level of the bleachers, Sir Ian started his little speech.
can tell that you are more than a little disappointed by what you have
seen so far today, no shush! really shush and let me finish, it really
is a case of give today a little time, don't judge us to harshly, at
least not till you have seen the whole event,"
dunno....I was expecting something different....but by the same token I
don't know what I was expecting..." Helen said, feeling a bit
embarrassed as she was more or less attacking Sir Ian's hospitality, and
also betraying Andrea's and Chloe's friendship and trust.
it's no problem, you have been kept in the dark about us and what today
entails, so hopefully I can perhaps enlighten you a little before the
Helen nodded, now feeling that she was being
somewhat of traitor, then she thought to herself was she being cast that
way or was it just her conscious pricking her?
"You know what sulkys are?" Sir Ian asked.
Helen nodded uncertainly.
"You mean like the little carts that the gypsies race at Appelby Fair?"
that's them...more or less," Sir Ian replied now back to his avuncular
best, he then went on to explain that the whole thing started out as a
private club, then over the years things changed slightly. He went on to
tell Helen that a few of the better off members had decided to bring in
the idea of wagering on races, and inviting a selected few known heavy
gamblers, the sort that would bet huge amounts upon two flies on a
As luck would have it one member had a house and gardens
large enough to make into their very own Circus Maximus, granted it was a
scaled down version of the ancient Roman chariot arena, a four lap race
though was just shy of half a mile not a distance to be sneezed at. The
key difference though was the propulsion of the chariots as Sir Ian
said, "we aren't looking so much at horse power, but as the Spice Girls
would say if I'm allowed to paraphrase them, it's girl powered!"
a couple of things made a little more sense to Helen, but why had
Andrea and Chloe had been so secretive with her, and pulling a cart in a
race seemed more an athletic thing than any kind of fetish?
continued pointing out little details on the track, like the four silver
dolphin lap markers that would spin and spit water one at a time as
each lap was completed, also he explained the lane markings.
see the inner chariot has a little advantage on the cornering, so up
until the first corner the outer chariot is given an advanced position
to take that into account, then as they come out of that first bend the
lane markings disappear and it becomes a general free for all!"
"What happens if they break lanes before then?" Helen asked feeling the need to at least feign interest.
"The team is disqualified from the race, and they are penalised," Sir Ian answered matter of factly.
Helen could ask in what form the penalty would be a man dressed in
traditional fox hunt regalia stepped out from the large marquee and blew
on a hunting horn.
"Ah, the race order!" Sir Ian said, his face
now full of concern as two men dressed in togas brought out a large
wooden framed board. On the board was the written.
RACE ONE WHITE v GREEN
RACE TWO BLUE v RED
RACE THREE LOSERS OF FIRST TWO RACES
RACE FOUR CHAMPIONS FINAL
PARADE LAP IN FIVE MINUTES
"There is only four races?" Helen asked, "all this fuss for just four races?"
Sir Ian smiled and nodded.
is a ball of sorts this evening but that is strictly club members only
I'm afraid, I'm sure though you will find this afternoon most
interesting," as he said that he gave Helen a conspiratorial wink.
really wished that she could share Sir Ian's optimism, she kept quiet
though not wanting to upset her boss and made do with a little people
watching as they awaited for proceedings to begin.
The audience was a
real mixed bag, though there was a distinct lack of youthfulness, most
seemed to be middle aged a few in their thirties, perhaps there would
maybe fifteen or so at the most around Helen's age.
Most seemed to be
pretty well off the typical "green wellies and Range Rover" brigade,
others though looked more like your average man or woman in the street,
there was also the odd smattering of fancy dress, togas and gladiators
seemed to be the general theme. Also amongst this audience there were
half a dozen or so waitresses dressed as Victorian maids serving the VIP
area of the bleachers, basically it seemed seemed to Helen that it was
just a few people who liked to play "dress up", nothing more shocking
than she would expect to see on normal Saturday night out in Newcastle!
with too much time on their hands!" Helen thought to herself, then the
second blast of the horn brought her out of her daydreaming.
As she turned back towards the large marquee the scene she saw made her jaw literally drop.
two toga dressed men from before marched out from the marquee both
carrying a tied ceremonial bunch of rods, behind them came the first
The girls pulling the chariot were basically wearing only a
white pair of panties and flat sandals. Along with their basic
underwear and footwear, their body's were criss crossed with a leather
harness that seemed to serve only a decorative purpose along with the
bits between their teeth attached to reigns. Both girls wore pony tails,
unlike Andrea and Chloe though theirs were short and in a French braid
with white ribbons interlaced amongst the braiding.
charioteer was dressed the same as Lady Freebourne, except that her
blouse was white and to Helen's shock she was holding a horse whip!
"Whips...!" Helen said breathlessly.
Sir Ian said casually, "they are used more for signalling than for a
real gee up, most of the charioteers use either a dressage or lunge
whips, it's for their extra length you see, but like I said they are
more for passing on information than for real chastisement,"
to come was the green team, Andrea and Chloe were both dressed much the
same as the white team except in the choice of underwear, they were
wearing full cut green panties as opposed to thongs.
"So you had a hand in their knickers?" Helen asked referring to Sir Ian's penchant for the fuller cut styling.
"I'm sorry!" Sir Ian answered indignantly.
"Er...I meant that you said that....you know you prefer...I thought you chose..."
knew what you meant," Sir Ian said now laughing, "I just love to see
you blush, do you know your cheeks go very red very easily?"
could feel her cheeks colouring even more at Sir Ian's teasing, then
she saw the blue team leaving the marquee, and she was really stuck for
The blue team's girls were wearing no underwear at all!
still had the same style leather harnessing as the others and she could
see tails swaying behind them, but as one girl was shaven headed and
the other one closely cropped Helen wondered how their tails were held
As they passed in front of Helen and Sir Ian, Helen could feel
her buttock cheeks clench together involuntarily. Both of the girls
tails were coming straight out from their anuses as they were attached
to butt plugs in the girls fundaments.
Sir Ian could see Helen's obvious discomfiture at the sight in front of her, and he leant over and whispered to her.
know, to be honest it's not my kind of thing either, I'm from old
money, you know public schools etc., I'm more your spanking and caning
type of guy, but each to there own eh!"
Helen nodded as she felt a
tingle down her spine as she recalled her treatment at his hands last
weekend, in her mind though she was trying hard to imagine how those
tails must feel, and how would that weight would change as they tried to
The other thing she noticed about the blue team was how fast
and strong they both looked, stripped down as they were both girls looked
equally intimidating, both of them looked like professional
sprinters, both looked raring to go!
By the time the red team
came into view, there was already a sudden flurry of activity at the
bookmakers stalls, Helen took her glasses out from her purse and had a
look at the odds on the nearest stall.
There must have been a huge
amount of money being laid on the blue team as their odds continued to
plummet, seemingly by the second.
"Would you like a little wager," Sir Ian asked, "I can sub it from your wages if you want?"
now felt stuck between a rock and a hard place, she had to bet on her
friends even though common sense would say to go for the blue team!
"Yes please Sir....er...twenty pounds on green please?"
"No problem, I'm going for a little more at five to one, I think six will put the cat amongst the pigeons don't you agree?"
"No six thousand, at those odds it would be criminal not to!" Sir Ian said grinning as he leaped up from his seat.
the races began, the first one saw the green team win easily even
though they had been drawn on the outside, Pria once they had cleared
the lane markings drove her chariot straight across the path of the
white team, so close as to almost hit the outer of the two pony girls!
"See what I meant earlier Helen, it can get rough out there!" Sir Ian said, grinning at his wife's aggressive driving.
tactic worked well enough causing the girl stop dead in her tracks and
stumble, she barely hung onto the T-bar as her partner dragged her
along by the time she regained her footing the race was over as a
The second race featured an even more emphatic win, as the starter
dropped the cloth to signal the start of the race, the blue team surged
off at breakneck speed even before the first bend they had made up the
stagger advantage, in the end they won by three quarters of a lap!
the time of the third race Helen's head was starting to buzz a little,
four gratis glasses of champagne and the sun beating down on them had
now started to take effect. Helen thought that this race would be a non
entity as an event, Sir Ian had already told her that the prize money
was winner takes all, so a race for third and fourth place seemed to be a
In fact though this race turned out to be the most
bitterly fought of them all, the charioteers had given up on using the
whips only for sending coded signals they were now being used for their
designed purpose by both charioteers.
As they passed neck and neck in
front of the stand Helen could see the consternation upon the drivers
faces, in fact they both looked upon the verge of panic!
Helen looked at Sir Ian in bewilderment.
"Are you familiar with the terms top, and bottom, in BDSM parlance?" Sir Ian asked.
Helen nodded coyly.
"Well as you can imagine the charioteers are very much toppy girls, so they definitely don't want to be last!"
"It's a pride thing then?" Helen asked.
it's a pain thing," Sir Ian said, "you know that in some competitions
the losing team is awarded a ceremonial wooden spoon, in this they
receive a very literal six of the best caning from the winning
charioteer, by team I mean all three of them, not just the ponies!"
the last time....when they came third, if they hadn't won their second
race...Lady Newbourne would have been caned along with Andrea and
"Yes indeed, but if they had been last that caning would
have only been the start of their troubles," Sir Ian said holding
Helen's gaze, then he winked and added, "I can assure you of that!"
the end the Red team just pipped the White to the finish, the different
emotions in both charioteers was plain to see. The Red ecstatic
relief, the White total devastation.
Now was the grand final,
Green against Blue, Green on the inside lane Blue on the outer. As
before once the cloth was dropped the Blue team went at full pelt the
Greens seemed to be somewhat hanging back.
By the time they reached the lanes end Blue was clearly in the lead and to Helen's mind her twenty pounds was already lost.
times Pria steered into an overtaking position, but they just didn't seem
have the speed to pass and the Blue team would just easily accelerate
away from them.
Then at the beginning of the final lap Pria made
another move to pass on the outside of the Blues, this time though she
signalled with her whip, Andrea and Chloe upped their speed and started
to move past the Blues. The Blue charioteer tried to spur her team on
but now their tanks were empty all their earlier exertions had left them
drained, the Green team cruised past.
Rather than cutting in
straight away like in the first race, Pria kept her team running on the
outside till just before the final bend where she then aimed for the
racing line cutting close to the wooden barrier and taking the corner in
wide arc. This tactic meant they did not have to slow down, though this
also made the risk of cart tipping very high so to counteract that risk
Pria rose up to her feet and threw all weight onto the inner wheel in an
attempt to keep it on the ground, the tactic worked they crossed the
finish line as the Blue team were only just coming out of the final
"WE WON....WE WON....WE WON...!" Helen shouted as she
grabbed hold of Sir Ian in a huge hug, then realised what she was doing,
"I'm sorry Sir, I just got a bit carried away there."
"Hmmm, I noticed you said we won, does that mean us two with our bets, or are planning on joining our little group?"
Helen bit down on her bottom lip and gave Sir Ian a little unsure nod.
"Yes I think I would like that Sir," she replied.
Ian smiled and caught the eye of one of the waitresses, and asked for a
magnum of champagne and five flutes to be taken down to the finish
line, the maid give Sir Ian a little courtesy and scuttled off quickly
back to the champagne tent.
Sir Ian then gently held Helen's upper
arm and helped her to her feet then arm in arm they walked to finish
line. Helen was starting to feel really giddy now as the champagne and
excitement were all hitting home. She watched on her fingers shaking
as three old fashioned wooden school chairs were placed by the finish
line, each spaced about five feet apart Helen had guessed of their
Then she saw that there was a little crowd gathering
around them slightly to their rear, then through the crowd Andrea and
Chloe appeared still in full pony regalia though now minus their head
Sir Ian handed them both a flute of champagne, then Helen burst out.
"You must both be so happy, you were really great out there!"
smiled silently, and Andrea shook her head in a quick circular fashion
causing her tail to wildly loop around her head Sir Ian stage
whispered to Helen.
"Ponies can't talk, Helen, It's not Mr. Ed,"
winking at Helen he then passed Andrea and Chloe an envelope each,
"though which equine creatures drink champagne I would love to know, it
would be so much cheaper for a bale of hay and a few nice carrots!"
Andrea grinned at Sir Ian's sarcasm, then there was a sudden burst of applause Helen turned back to face the track.
was strutting down the track, the ceremonial bundle of rods in her
arms, the White team trailing along behind her. The two White pony girls
were walking with their heads still held high, the charioteer though was a
different matter, her head was bowed her eyes locked upon the ground at
Lady Pria indicated the way she wanted the vanquished
team lined up, the two pony girls to the right and the centre the now
shaking charioteer to the left.
"Bend forward hands flat upon
the seat of the chair," all three quickly complied to Lady Pria's
command, "arch your backs a little, I want those big bottoms stuck right
up in the air!"
Lady Pria then picked out four rods from the
bundle, she swished each one dramatically through the air before
deciding which one she preferred. The one she picked upon seemed to
Helen's eyes to be not only the thinnest, but also the most whippy of
Putting the cane under her right arm she walked down the
short line of raised bottoms, even though the pony girls were wearing
thongs that in no way protected their bottoms, Lady Pria leant forward
and pulled them down to the girls ankles.
It was clear to Helen that
she had only done this to show to everyone that she could, she was
showing off her total power as the victor of the day over that of the
Then she came to the charioteer. A little smirk
upon Lady Pria's face made it clear to Helen that it was Lady Pria's
peer who was going to be treat the most harshly.
Putting the cane
down upon the track, Lady Pria undid the side zips of her fellow
charioteer's jodphurs, she then made an exaggerated thing about lowering
them, a pretend struggle to imply that the girl's buttocks were so large
that her jodphurs couldn't be lowered easily, she even turned to the
shrugged her shoulders in a "what can I do manner".
Once the jodphurs
were at the charioteer's ankles, Lady Pria looked at the proffered
behind in front of her rubbing her chin in mock concentration, like the
pony girls she to was also wearing a thong and Lady Pria seemed to be
deciding whether to allow her equal that little modicum of modesty.
course to no ones surprise she didn't allow it, the white thong quickly
joined the jodphurs at her ankles, in a final piece of humiliation Lady
Pria tapped the charioteers legs with her hands making her stretch her
legs as far apart as her pooled underwear and jodphurs would allow.
This meant that those directly behind the charioteer were given a clear view of both her anus and feminine folds.
was now dry mouthed in anticipation of what was to come, half of her
wished that she was one of the girls awaiting their punishment. The
other half knew that if she joined Sir Ian's stable she would come under
Lady Pria's correction, so this was a chance to see what could, or most
likely would, be coming her way at some point!
Then the caning started.
than giving each girl six strokes in succession, Lady Pria had decided
to work the line with one stroke at a time starting with the pony girl
to Helen's far right.
Helen wondered what would be worse, having all six quickly in one go or this way each one delivered at a leisurely pace.
was nothing leisurely about the strokes though, each one was delivered
with the same venomous force. The pony girls had wisely decided to
retain their headgear so that they could bite down upon their bits.
The charioteer had no such luxury to fall back upon, each stroke brought forth an ever increasing shriek of pain from her.
events were having a distinct effect upon Helen, she was becoming more
and more aroused by this scene of vicarious punishment being acted out
in front of her. She tried clutching her thighs tightly together, then
relaxing them, this repeated action just seemed to excite her further
rather than give her any form of release. She then glanced at Andrea,
she saw that Andrea's dark nipples were fully erect and her face was
blank in rapt concentration. Chloe on the other hand seemed to pay no
mind to what was taking place on the track, it was the contents of her
envelope that had gathered all of her concentration.
By the time
each of the losing team had received five strokes both of the pony girls
were shaking, the weight upon their elbows and the pain in
their bottoms had now really taken it's toll upon them. The charioteer
was now distraught her whole body shaking and sobbing loudly, her
exposed anus pulsing on it's own volition for all to see.
ladies and gentleman, we all know the time honoured tradition, that the last
stroke should be the worst stroke!" Lady Pria said addressing both the audience and
her trembling charges.
With that announcement, Lady Pria delivered each final stroke with a dramatic three step run up.
Watching this Helen's covert muscle contractions finally gave her the release that she had been yearning for.
months after the race day Sir Ian entered the company gym, in front of
him on the treadmills were three girls jogging in sync with one and
another, their long pony tails swaying back and forth with each step.
"How are my favourite girls tonight?" he asked.
fine thank you Sir!" the three of them chorused in reply, Helen then
caught a glance of herself in the mirror just as the the golden
horseshoe on her neck collar caught the light, she smiled at her
reflection in contentment.