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Part 20
Back at the shop he was closely questioned by Mrs Bowen and forced to reveal every detail. She laughed out loud at his humiliation and subsequent punishment. 'So you have a sore botty do you?'
'Yes Miss.'
'Excellent! Just what a sissy like you needs. Well go into the back; I intend to inspect you. Now!'
With a sinking heart Julian obeyed. It would seem his degradation was never to end, and all thanks to Maria!
Mrs Bowen arrived in a flurry and ordered him to drop his joggers. She felt his bum before making him lower his panties. 'Mmmm, nice' she crooned as she felt his warmth. 'A nice red bum. Just what you need isn't it fairy.'
'Yes Miss' he replied.
'Not so bloody high and mighty now are you.'
'No Miss.'
'And who do you have to thank for that?'
'My Mistress, Miss.'
'Yes. She is a remarkable lady isn't she.'
'Yes Miss. She is amazing.'
She gave his bum a playful slap before ordering him to redress himself. She could not leave the shop unattended for long. But what to do with the wimp? She paused before deciding. 'You are to stand at the back of the shop and keep an eye on the customers, especially the youngsters. I don't want anymore shop-lifting. And you will not speak unless spoken to. Is that clear?' It was.
And so for the next two hours he was forced to stand around watching and waiting while a raft of customers searched the rails. Many gave him a quizzical glance, but none bothered to speak to the man in pink lurking by the panties. From time to time he was called across to wrap a customer's purchase or fetch a garment from the back-room, and each time he was exposed to the curious customers. It was so embarrassing, just as Mrs Bowen intended. The teen girls were the worst; they would giggle when they saw him called over and set to work, making poor Julian squirm with embarrassment, but there was nothing he could do but obey.
At a quarter to four Sam walked into the shop to be greeted with a kiss by the lascivious Mrs Bowen. 'What can we do for you darling?' she enquired.
'Maria wants me to buy a pair of very tight white shorts.'
'Does she now. How sweet. I am sure we can find something to suit you.' She called Julian across. 'This young lady wants some nice tight white shorts. Go and sort through the box in the back room and bring out the tightest fit you can find. A size 10 should do, but you had better bring a size 8 too.'
Julian looked at the young woman and then at the shopkeeper before hurrying to carry out his task. The box was full of ladies shorts, but none of the right colour and size. he searched through again before returning empty handed to Mrs Bowen.
'I am sorry but I can't find any' he explained.
'Typical' Mrs Bowen ejaculated. 'Set a man a simple task and he can't even do that. You are useless. Take over here whilst I take this young lady out the back, you pathetic shit.' And with that she was gone trailing Samantha behind her.
He waited and waited. Little did he realise that the older woman was even then enjoying Sam's virginal charms. When eventually they emerged, Sam was flushed and Mrs Bowen satiated after the girl had given her a good cunt-licking. In her hands she carried a pair of white cotton shorts which Julian was forced first to pay for and then wrap.
Up until then Samantha had not spoken to him but she explained in a curiously flat voice that Maria required him to drive her back to the flat. He looked from the girl to the woman, but all Mrs Bowen did was smile and tell him to get off.
In the car Sam said very little. 'Are you alright?' Julian enquired.
'Yes, thank you. Just a little tired!' She paused before adding 'as you will be again soon if she uses you!'
'What took you so long in the fitting-room, Sam?'
'I can't tell you' she replied with a blush.
'But at least you got the shorts you wanted?'
'Yes.'
'Nice and tight?'
'Very.'
He drove on in silence, his mind a riot of conflicting emotions. His lips still tasted of the old ladies pussy; his panties were wet as he imagined Sam trying on her shorts; and he was going to see his Mistress again after the break of a week. What would she want from him?
Back at the flat they found Maria sprawled in a chair over the kitchen table. She eyed them both with ill-concealed contempt. A peremptory order and Sam was sent to change into her new shorts before she turned her attention to Julian. She demanded to know what he had been up to. Hesitantly he told her of John Roberts's visit, it made her smile. Then he reported on his day at Mrs Bowen and of the old lady he had been forced to serve.
'You hated that, didn't you.'
'Yes, Mistress.'
'Too bad' she grinned. 'After all why should you not serve the Superior Sex, however old?'
'I know Miss.'
'Yes you do' she said as rose and came across. With firm hands she dragged down his joggers and felt his bum, sighing with pleasure as she felt the warmth from his spanking. She made him go and stand in the corner, his joggers still round his ankles. 'Face the wall' she commanded, 'and put your hands on your head.'
A minute or so later Sam re-emerged dressed in her skin-tight shorts, and nothing else, for in the week she had been with Maria she had been taught to expose her tits whenever and wherever.
Maria came across and kissed her on the lips. 'That is better isn't it darling?'
'Yes' Sam replied, 'it is.'
'Do you still adore me, darling'
'You know I do' she replied, tears in her eyes.
'Even though I treat you cruelly sometimes?'
'Yes!'
'Good. Now go and put on a blouse. We don't want the wimp getting ideas above his station, do we?
Samantha smiled her thanks and wiping away a tear, left to enrobe. When she returned, Julian was face-down over Maria's knees, his panties pulled into his arse-crack, his buttocks exposed, his legs out straight, awaiting the inevitable.
'Well, wimp, what did the lady use on your bum?'
'A hair-brush, Mistress.'
'In that case we will do the same. Sam, fetch me the hair-brush from my bedside. You know whicjh one I mean.' She did! After all it had been used on her only that morning. She scurried off to collect the wide- based wooden-backed hair-brush.
Maria took it from her with a smile and a kiss. 'How many should he have?' she asked her lover.
Sam thought of the twenty spanks she had suffered that very morning. 'He should suffer more than me' she whispered.
'I agree. I think fifty, don't you?' Sam agreed - Yes let him suffer! 'And you my darling can give him twenty of them. You know why don't you?' She nodded, her bum still glowing. 'Yes. Yes.'
Maria took the hair-brush and applied it hard and fast to the man's bared bum-cheeks, ten to each buttock, and long before she was finished he was wriggling and squirming, desperate to escape from further punishment to his already ravished nates.
Maria paused and reaching across kissed Sam on the lips. 'Your turn now darling. Take your time and make him suffer. You know how!'
She did! Personally.
She took up the brush and standing by her lover and mistress she began his further fustigation. slowly, deliberately she beat his bum, using every ounce of power to make him suffer. And he did. Long before she had completed her task, he was crying out with the pain, his whole arse afire.
Maria pushed him roughly to the floor. He spawled on his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks, hands furiously rubbing hsi bum.
'Time to thank Sam' intoned an implacable Mistress. And so he did, staring at her wet crtuch. 'And now' announced Maria, your final ten.'
He rose unsteadily and approached her, ready to go over her knees once more. But that was not to be. This time he was made to go over Sam's knees.
Maria surveyed her toys with satisfaction. She came closer and kissed Sam full on the lips. 'Hold him there darling whilst I fetch the stinger!' Sam's cunt oozed juice at the mere thought of it. So he was to be caned too!
Maria returned with the cane. Once more she kissed her lover on the lips. 'Shall I make him suffer?' she whispered in her ear. 'Yes. Yes' Sam moaned.
Maria straightened and took aim and with a full draw sliced down over his bared buttocks. Julian screamed with the pain. Too much noise. That would never do. Maria went once more to the bedroom and returned this time with a pair of Sam's soaking panties. Roughly she rammed them into his mouth before returning to her task. Nine more times she struck. And each cut left a livid weal of pain across his buttocks, save for the two which went across the backs of his thighs.
Samantha orgasmed as Julian slid from her knees to the floor, sobbing with the pain and humiliation. But even then he was not to escape for Maria made him kiss first the cane and then her soaking crutch to thank her for punishing him.
He crawled to the bathroom to bathe his stripes in cold water. Slowly the pain subsided but not the marks, they stared back at him in the mirror. There was a knock at the door and Samantha entered to summon him to Maria's room. Was there no end to his punishments?