Pulling my car into the garage underneath my apartment building, I reflected on the previous week. Miss Chantelle had been ruthless in imposing her authority on me, I had been supervised by an eighteen-year-old schoolgirl and had, in fact, served her. Cha...
Miss Susan had been delighted when Miss Chantelle told her that she and I had to visit my current clients to close out the merger and that we would be staying in a hotel for the week. She was of the opinion that a week with Miss Chantelle would be good fo...
Waking up on Monday morning, my arse still burning from the deserved caning I had received from Miss Chantelle, I hurried to prepare Miss Susan's breakfast, wondering and marvelling at what I'd got myself into; effectively I had become a slave to a ninete...
The following morning I awoke between Miss Susan and Miss Chantelle with my arse absolutely on fire; Miss Chantelle had spared nothing with my caning. As I stirred, Miss Chantelle awoke, smiling at me as her hand felt the weals on my arse. I groaned and s...
Friday rolled around and it was with some trepidation that I went into the office. Passing through the outer office to my own where Miss Chantelle was already seated behind my desk, exuding an air of absolute authority. Lowering my eyes, I said, "Good mor...
After my caning, Miss Susan hugged me tight, telling me I was a good girl for taking my punishment so well. My legs were shaking and I felt like I'd never be able to sit again. The shop owner, who had introduced herself as Alice, congratulated Miss Susan,...
I was now settling in to my new role of pleasing Miss Susan and was also getting used to Chantelle's winks and comments in the office. I was no longer so concerned about wearing stockings and suspender belt under my shorter skirts, even though the breeze...
On the Monday morning, I awoke earlier than usual, my nipples throbbing from the piercing and my mound still stinging from the waxing. I showered, applied lotion to my mound, and treated my nipples with saline solution, before taping gauze over them. Look...
My mind was in a whirl after Miss Susan left; what had I let myself in for? I realised that I really knew nothing about her and that she looked really young. I assured myself that she had to be at least eighteen to have been in the club, but should a woma...
At the age of forty-five, I was made a partner in the corporate law firm where I worked. This involved a move to head office on the other side of the country. Of course, I had visited head office before, but moving there, where I knew no one, was a daunti...
