his
instructions followed to the letter. When they weren't, things got
harsh.
“You're probably wondering what brings me
here Mr. Laird.”
“Callum will do, Miss Rogers.” A devilish
grin on his face, as if he knew very well what had brought Kaela
here this evening, he confessed. “I've a thought about it.”
“Kaela's OK.” She said casually, thinking
that the older gentleman’s silver hair suited his stern
disposition. The thought occurred to Kaela that he might once have
been a headmaster, back in the old days – 70's and 80's, when use
of the cane remained prevalent in Great Britain. “Mainly it’s just
curiosity, not so much about the cane.” Kaela said as she
nonchalantly lifted her cream colored skirt to show off her own
ridged cane marks. “I'm rather familiar with it.” Admitted Kaela as
she smoothed her hem back into place.
For his part, Callum admired the handiwork of
those welts. “You seem to have a disciplinarian.” The thought
almost made him jealous. This new girl's buttocks looked ripe for
correction, curves in all the right places. “Who caned you?”
“My mum,” answered Kaela, unable to overcome
the impulse to be forthright with this older man. That unresolved
wet urge between her legs got worse as she watched him tap the cane
in his hand. What sort of masochist had she turned into? Or was she
a sadist, jubilantly jumping at the chance to watch as her own
personal assistant's backside got welted? Fuck! She couldn't pull
her gaze away from Callum's stern, ice-blue stare.
Over in the corner, Pippa sniffed, and
whimpered. Apparently the sting in her buttocks had just begun to
catch up with her, she couldn't help but fidget where she stood. In
order to show he meant business, Callum went over and whacked the
secretary’s bared globes with a slipper. Pleased by the yelps which
he elicited, Laird the turned his attention fully onto his naughty
niece. “Now you young lady – Shoe's off!”
Tanith gulped, knelt down to unbuckle her
trendy heels. These were the type of things she worked for,
absurdly expensive, black Qupid Luxe-FLAVIA peep toe bootie's,
which she placed with care beside Pippa's somewhat less
ostentatious (in truth, very practical) pumps next to the wingback
chair which her uncle used for dolling out discipline. Out of
habit, to her great regret Tanith had found herself here too many
times to count, she began to lift up her skirt.
“No.” Callum said. “Unzip it, step out of it.
The blouse also, down to your lingerie.”
Not wishing to risk worse punishment, Tanith
did as she had been instructed, folding her skirt and blouse up,
and then putting them neatly on the back of the wingback chair.
“I think the bra as well.” Callum said to his
niece almost as an afterthought.
Tanith gaped, surprised by the order, but
nevertheless unhooked her blue and gold Curvy Kate bra, she placed
it with the rest of her clothes, which left her in the middle of
the room all but nude, in nothing but nude seamed stockings,
matching panties. Her generous boobs hung out wobbled as Tanith let
out a long sigh.
She started to position herself at the
wingback as usual, but Callum took Tanith by her arm. “Since you
wanted to show off my girl, why don't we let Kaela in on the
fun?”
Kaela, who had been watching Tanith slowly
remove her clothing, memorized blinked, startled.
“Why don't you sit in that chair Kaela.” It
was not a question, but an order that Callum directed at the
honey-blonde who sunk down into the chair, not sure what part she
was meant to play in Tanith's punishment.
Not able to find any words, Kaela gave Tanith
a sorry look. The whole while, unable to not stop admiring those
natural F-Cups that appeared to have a mind of their own. Tanith
was what they called a 'full figured woman'. Though Kaela thought
that almost too cruel a way of putting. Rather, Kaela believed
Tanith to have just the right amount of curves where it counted
best. The girl certainly appeared fit