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arms, panties dangled wantonly off one leg. The whole
way back to the house, London nestled her head on Buck's broad
shoulder, not caring the least that all the farm hands watched as
he gently placed her in the same corner on the porch where Rebecca
had stood.
    Bare, bruised ass out for everyone to gawk
at, London had to keep herself from reaching down and pleasuring
herself. She couldn't shake the thought of Buck fucking her. Damn!
His denial of her wants was just one more punishment!
     
     

 
Chapter 3.
Three Little Birds
     
    [Tanith Cofler & Pippa Harrington 21 And
Kaela Rogers 28]
    When she opened the supply room door, located
down a lengthy unfrequented hallway of Regency PR firm, Tanith just
about gasped at what she beheld inside the supply closet: The sight
of her utterly gorgeous boss Kaela Rogers, her shoulder length
honey-colored hair in disarrangement, with one stocking-clad leg
twisted around the lower body of Regency’s supply clerk, and her
pencil skirt lifted to display elegant mint green lace knickers.
Yet it wasn't the office foreplay which Tanith Cofler interrupted
midway through that most intrigued her. Rather, she nearly gasped
upon spying the telltale signs of cane marks on Kaela's lower
thigh, which she noted, the older woman quickly hid away by
smoothing her black skirt back down to her knees.
    “Tanith,” said Kaela surprisingly composed,
yet flushed, and not just from the heavy petting which had been
going on inside this small room only seconds before. It was all too
obvious that her personal assistant noticed the welts which her mum
had recently laid down across her ass. What to say about those?
“Jack and I were... We were organizing the paper reams. Yes that's
it,” she added confidently. “The paper's a damnable mess.”
    “Right Miss Rogers.” Tanith replied in as
formal a manner that she could muster, which wasn't all that much,
given those welts she spotted on Kaela's thigh. How'd she get them?
Tanith speculated, did her boy toy do the deed? No, Kaela wasn't
seeing anyone. Certainly not Jack, which had to be a spur of the
moment thing. And then it dawned on her. No way! Tanith
thought, but kept an evil grin from breaking out on her face...
    At least until she and Kaela were by
themselves to talk about it.
    Sensing Tanith had more she wanted to say,
and wracking her brain for some sort of less humiliating
explanation for her welts, Kaela grabbed onto her brunette PA's
arm, walked quickly down the hallway with Tanith toward her office
where they could talk without disturbance, only giving a moment to
shoot a hot smile toward Jack, who stood in the supply room,
looking hapless, like a puppy, plus a little confused and
disappointed that he didn't get to fuck his hot boss.
     

     
    “Look Tanith – “
    “You get the cane.” Tanith stated.
    “Ah... well you see, I still live at home.”
Kaela began, almost tripping over each word. “Mum's kind of
strict.” Probably an understatement. “You know that ankle bracelet
I showed you at the party? It was my mum's I broke the clasp –
“
    Tanith held up her hand to stop Kaela's
rambling explanation. “Kaela, I understand,” she said
sympathetically. “More than you guess.” She smiled. “I'm no
stranger to the cane.”
    “Oh,” Kaela said.
    “Actually,” Tanith explained, her hand moved
to the seat of her tan skirt. “I'm in for what my mum call's 'a
proper toe-curling'. See, I came home rather sloshed the other
night, too much wine.” She bit her lip. “Mum didn't care for it,
rung up Uncle Callum, told him to expect me at his flat in order to
get twelve of the best.”
    “Ouch!”
    “The way Uncle Callum canes, I shan’t be able
to sit tomorrow.”
    “Been there, done that. I'm a little amused
you've never noticed me coming into work with a hot seat before.
Sometimes it’s been difficult to conceal. Keeps me wandering about
the office – Kinda like today.” Then Kaela explained. “That thing
with me, and Jack, I'm