Shamed (5 page)

She could feel how exposed she was, imagining the view that Mr Jordan
must have from behind her. Indeed, he seemed to delay some time before she
heard the swish of a practice stroke. He adjusted his wheelchair, another swish
as he swung another practice stroke – even so she flinched involuntarily. Then
she heard him suck in his breath and she knew that the next one was for real.
She too sucked in her breath and waited for what seemed an age before she heard
the descent of the cane cutting through the air and almost before it had
registered in her brain the first stinging strike as it whipped across her
buttocks.  By the eighth stroke Nicole could feel the tears running down
her face. Mr Jordan was being particularly brutal this time. Her fingers clawed
at the wooden stool and her knees began to sag, but that only served to make
her stance more uncomfortable and spread her buttocks more, making each strike
more painful. With renewed determination she tried to brace herself and her
straighten her legs.  Mr Jordan seemed to ease up on the next five
strokes, perhaps flagging a little himself. By now though, Nicole was trembling
from head to toe. Her backside felt as if it was on fire and she was openly
sobbing. Still though, she stood her ground, driven now by a new resilience,
determined to see this through and losing herself in thought in the brief moments
somewhere between the strokes. Mr Jordan seemed to pause for a few moments
before administering the final two strokes. But when he delivered them, they
came with renewed venom and Nicole cried out aloud as they bit home.

“There.” Mr Jordan said breathlessly. “Well done Nicole. Now get
cleaned up and we’ll continue with today’s session.”

She had to summon the strength to stop herself falling to her knees.
She could clearly see the old man’s erection tenting his trousers. Nicole
placed the dice back in its pouch, took the cane from Mr Jordan and put them
away. Then she carried the stool back to the study, her buttocks smarting with
each step, before going upstairs to the bathroom and splashing cold water on
her face. She returned to the small room and carefully retouched her make-up
and studied her striped and glowing bottom in the mirror. She would have to
keep clear of Chris for a few a days to ensure he didn’t see the marks on her.
That wouldn’t be too hard with him working long shifts thankfully. Finally she
returned downstairs to the summer room.

As she entered she saw that Mr Jordan was sat at the bureau and was
just replacing the telephone receiver.
“Ah, wonderful!
You look good as new.” He chirped. “Now if I may I think I’ll have a brandy, if
you’d be so kind.” Nicole nodded and went to the cabinet and poured the drink
as requested. She handed it to the old man, all too aware with each step of the
continued burning sensation left by the caning. As she handed it to him the
doorbell chimed. Nicole froze; she had never known Mr Jordan to have visitors.
Not at least during the day while she was “attending to his house”.  Mr
Jordan, saw the look of anguish on her face and raised a hand to calm her.
“Nothing to be worried about Nicole.
Just
a visitor.”
He said softly. “Now go and let them in and bring them
through to the summer room.”

Nicole looked at him incredulously and started to stammer that she
needed to get upstairs quickly. Jordan suddenly barked at her “Nicole! Nicole!
Now do as I ask. Do it now!”

“But....but I can’t, I..... I must get dressed....quickly, I must get
dressed.”

“Nicole! You
will
do as I ask. You will go to the door as you
are and you will welcome in my visitor.”

Nicole held her head in her hands, trying to focus her thoughts. He couldn’t
mean this, could he? This was beyond what she had......what? What she had
agreed to? No, there was no agreement. What she was prepared to do, to accept?
What was she prepared to accept, to do?
Each week a little
more, each week more and more humiliation.
Each week a
sweeter and sweeter bonus.
  The doorbell chimed again.

“Nicole!” Jordan’s voice was more subtle now. “Please go to the door.”

And there it was, almost as if in a trance Nicole was turning away from
him, walking down the hallway and, light headed, her mind on auto-pilot she
paused for just a moment snatching a breath and then opened the door.

A woman stood on the doorstep. In her mid fifties, elegantly dressed,
stern looking. Nicole was aware of her own blushing face, but she remained stoic.
She swallowed hard as the woman looked her up and down viewing her, naked bar
the collar, cuffs and heels. The women gave a small huff, stepped into the
house and then waited for Nicole to show her in. Nicole gently closed the door,
taking the few seconds it took to close her eyes and brace
herself
against the humiliation she felt flooding through her body. Nicole had no idea
what to do other than go along with this shameful scenario. She knew she should
protest, complain, scream at them, run,
get
away from
this place, away from Mr Jordan. Yet she was still here, still doing exactly
what he told her to. Why? What was wrong with her? He made her feel cheap,
worthless and yet she was wholly obedient to him.  Somehow willing to do
things he said against
her own
will. Or was it? If she
really didn’t like it she could just walk out. Get dressed, get her money and
leave.  Just do it, go. But she didn’t.

She turned and led the woman down the hallway to the summer room.
Recovering her senses a little she was amazed at the lack of response from the
woman to Nicole being naked. She realised the woman must clearly be able to see
her bottom, striped and smarting from her spanking as she followed her, yet she
said, did nothing. She simply followed Nicole into the room as if it what she
was witnessing was the most natural thing in the world.

On entering the room the woman brushed past Nicole and greeted the man
in the wheelchair with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. They passed pleasantries
for a few moments then talked for some time, Nicole incredulous that they
seemed to be oblivious to her, to her condition. From the conversation she
established that they were old friends but only recently reunited. There
appeared to be a past relationship and hints in the conversation to a future
perhaps.  Finally the woman turned towards Nicole. “And this is the young
woman you have been telling me about William?” she said.

Mr Jordan introduced the woman to Nicole as “my dear friend, Amelia.”
Then continued to tell the woman how Nicole was a working class girl, somewhat
naive and lacking in standing but learning her place well. He then told Nicole
that Amelia was to be extended the same rights as himself when she was in her
company.

Rights?
Nicole thought.
What rights
do
either of them have to me?
She was about to speak out
when Amelia asked Mr Jordan “She seems a very obedient slip of a girl though
William. One who is eager to please perhaps, even though she does not
demonstrate it in her outward persona?”

“Of course.”
Jordan agreed “she tends my needs
and is most willing to fulfil her role without complaint.”

“Very rare indeed” stated Amelia. “But, I must ask myself if her
subservience is simply for your own benefit or if she would be likely to reject
my own status
? ”
she said turning back to the old man
her voice rising with anticipation “perhaps we will find out?”

Mr Jordan nodded sharply and then instructed Nicole to turn around. She
did and then he told her to bend forward and touch her toes. Swallowing hard
Nicole did as asked and immediately felt the smarting of her buttocks start up
again and the marked flesh was pulled taught by her posture. Mr Jordan moved
his chair alongside Nicole and seemed to study her for a moment. She heard
movement behind her and then felt a hand brush over her buttocks, finger tips
tentatively touching the welts left by the cane. Nicole straightened and spun
around to face the woman. “How dare you!” she yelled.  Amelia step back a
pace, her eyes wide but not with fear Nicole thought, something else, something
bright burning in them, she looked surprised but delighted at the same time.
“How dare you touch
me!
” Nicole yelled again.

“Nicole!” Mr Jordan’s voice came out deep and commanding. “Nicole!
Resume the position immediately” he ordered.   Nicole started to
protest but the old man’s words once again nullified her. She looked between
the two, her mouth opening and closing for a few seconds, but no words able to
break from her lips.  “Resume the position Nicole” his voice more
restrained now.

She did as she was told.
Puzzled by
her self
now.
Puzzled by why she was allowing all
this to happen to her. Why didn’t she just walk out? What sort of woman was she
that would let this happen to her? She was married for crying out loud. She had
kids! She
wasn’t some naive girl, barely
out of her
teens. She was a wife, a mother, an adult capable of thinking for herself. Yet
he she was allowing herself to be shamed in front of two virtual strangers and
– and what? – enjoying it? Secretly enjoying it? How could she betray herself
in that way?

Nicole felt the hand tentatively touch her bottom again. When this time
she didn’t react the fingers began to stroke the smooth flesh, riding over the
ridges, sending tingling stinging sensations through her flesh as they spread
down to the top her thighs and rested there a moment. 
“So
sweet!”
Amelia purred.

“Move your ankles apart Nicole” Mr Jordan ordered “but remain in that
position. Grasp your ankles with your hands.”

Nicole did as instructed and could see through her now open legs that
Amelia was removing her jacket and blouse and laying them across an armchair.
She stepped back over to Nicole and once more caressed her buttocks. Nicole
felt a rising surge of tension in her throat. Her heart was pounding in her chest. 
She could only imagine what Amelia could see of her but she knew exactly how it
must look. With her legs spread like that she knew that nothing was hidden from
view. Amelia then reached down and using a double ended trigger hook she
attached first one, then the other, handcuff to the ankle cuffs.  As a
hand once more slid over her buttock the thumb trailed lazily between parted
flesh, gliding over the coxis and then paused on the wrinkled flesh of her
anus. Nicole’s breath caught. She fought back the desire to panic and instead
her fingers bit into the flesh of her ankles as she struggled to maintain her
control. She knew she couldn’t stand up straight anyway with her wrists
attached to her ankles. The hand moved on and the thumb flowed down, breaking
off to trace along the rim of one side of her labia. Nicole shuddered and felt
a ripple of sensation rise from it and flow through into her womb. She gasped
but suddenly the hand lifted away. She felt her clitoris come to life. She
couldn’t even remember the last time that Chris had touched her there and now –
now she was being touched there by a woman – and what was she doing about it?
Oh
Christ!

Mr Jordan now wheeled himself around behind her and Nicole closed her
eyes, knowing that both of them were now looking at her, taking in the sight of
her exposed genitalia.  She felt movement close behind her and when Amelia
spoke Nicole felt the warmth of her breath against her exposed flesh.
“So sweet” Amelia said “Look William, I do believe she’s wet.”

Nicole felt both hands return to touch her again, this time sweeping
down from her hips, to meet in the open gap between her buttocks. The fingers
ran down to her labia and then peeled away again dragging the folds of flesh to
the side and pinning them open.

“There William, I was right. Wet, and what a beautiful little honey pot
she has” Amelia said.

“Please!” Nicole let out a strangled appeal. “Please, I’m not a
lesbian.”

“Oh!
How sweet!”
Amelia trilled “She’s not a
lesbian!”

“This has nothing to do with what you are or are not” Mr Jordan said,
his voice sounding tight. “And in any circumstance - You will be whatever we
say you are to be Nicole.”

“No, please. I’m serious. I won’t let........” Nicole’s words were cut
off in mid sentence as Amelia drove two fingers forcefully into her. Nicole
squealed but Amelia quickly had a hand pushing down on her shoulders stopping
her from rising. She pushed the palm of her other hand flat against Nicole
keeping the fingers deep inside her. 

“You won’t let what... Nicole? Won’t let me fuck you with my fingers?”
Amelia growled. Nicole tried to resist but Amelia was unexpectedly strong and
held her in the uncompromising position.  “Won’t let me pop your lesbian
cherry?” Amelia was laughing now. “My dear Nicole, you’ll let me do whatever I
like and you’ll accept it.” Amelia twisted her fingers inside Nicole’s vagina
and thrust them in up to the proximal knuckles. “Won’t you Nicole? Won’t you?”
She started to thrust the fingers into Nicole.

Nicole gasped and through the burning shame and horror of her
predicament realised that she was totally aroused. She wanted those fingers to
go deeper, to drive into her and fuck her. But it was a woman finger fucking
her,
a woman for god’s sake
!  But, God, it felt good. She couldn’t
remember Chris ever having done it this way.
Nor any of her
boyfriends before Chris.
Nicole realised she was whimpering now. Not a
pathetic whimper, but a noise produced by her attempts to meet each deep thrust
whilst trying to remain aloof from the situation. But how could she. Amelia had
gripped the collar now with her free hand while she continued to drive her
fingers hard into Nicole.

Nicole twisted her head to the side and saw Mr Jordan in his chair, a
hand reaching up to his mouth caressing the beard on his face - his expression
intense - the other in his lap stroking his fully erect cock, free now from his
trousers. This was similar to how their sessions would usually end, Nicole
showing herself to him or, more recently as she became accustomed to his odd requests,
touching herself, the last time actually masturbating in front of him. He would
sit there, his breathing becoming more rapid, his cock hard and swollen in his
hand then snatching a tissue to catch his climax. But today was different. This
was totally way beyond where Nicole could ever have imagined her pandering to
an old man’s whims - kinky and perverted as they may be – would ever have led
her. Her service to Mr Jordan had just leapt into a whole new realm.  Now
her watching her being finger fucked by another woman. Nicole tried to shut
that part of it from her mind. She felt disgusted, violated and so, so aroused.
Nicole’s whimpers turned into grunts, heavy deep grunts that had her biting on
her bottom lip as she started to rock herself back against Amelia’s fingers as
they drove into her.