The Order

September 12, 2007 – 10:00 am

     Tammy hurried the last few steps to the waiting
elevator car, and squeezed inside.  Dressed in a
conservative business suit, she looked like any other
harried business women scurrying to her next appointment.
Only she could fathom the faint flush on her cheeks, only
she knew of the fine red stripes painted on her luscious
bottom, covered now by a thin veil of sheer nylon.  Of
course she could be flushed by a brisk run to her next
meeting, but what of the stiffness trying to poke through
her blouse?  Tammy was contented with her special secret,
only her close friends or lovers would ever see the
magnificent backside with its crimson blush and stripped
motif.

     Only a few moments before, Tammy had been enduring a
brisk session dominated by the leather tawse and a thin
whipping rod fashioned of bamboo.  Tammy had arrived at
the appointed time and place to be greeted by a statuesque
redhead ready to mete out the business of the day.  Her
name was Regina, and she let Tammy know she liked to
disipline shapely young women like Tammy.

     First came the disrobing portion of the mornings
festivities.  Tammy was instructed to remove her jacket
and blouse, which she did without hesitation, leaving her
modeling a breathtaking decollete bra in sheer white with
delicate french lace.  Regina then led Tammy through a
series of poses while she snapped a few photos to record
the mornings session.  Soon the pleated skirt followed the
jacket and blouse.  More pictures followed, then the
dainty half slip was slipped off revealing the sheer
panties which went with the bra.  Tammys legs were well
tanned this time of year so she wore no hose, and she had
on a pair of red heels.

     Tammy was instructed to carefully fold her clothes
and place it on the desk in the outer office, which she
did quickly.  Upon finishing that task Regina had
Tammy pose for some more pictures,

     “Cup your breasts,” click,

     “Stroke your thighs,click, click,

     “Turn around,” click,

     “Spread your legs,” click,

     “Bend over,”click,

     “Sit in the chair,” click,

     “Cross your legs,”click,

     “Stand,turn, put your right foot up on the chair,”  

       click,

     “Stroke the crotch of your panties,” click,

     “Again,” click,
     “Again,”click,

     “Once more,”    click,

     “Now slip a hand inside,”    click, click, click,

     These preliminaries served to warm up both
participants for the coming session.  “Enough pictures for
now,” Regina announced, “Come with me”.  Regina led
the way into the inner office, a richly appointed
executive suite where many a young lady had tasted the
kiss of leather.  The first order of business was to fit
Tammy with a set of wristlets and anklets.  Regina
applied the leather straps to Tammys limbs then had her
sit on the stool in front of the office desk.  Next a
metal spreader bar was passed under the stool and Tammys
ankles were secured to it, leaving her legs nicely parted
and bent back at the knees.  A second bar was passed under
the seat of the stool and Tammys wrists were attached to
it.  This bondage left Tammy sitting on the edge of the
stool with her legs spread and her arms pulled back
exposing her breasts to full frontal review.  Regina
paused to admire her handiwork, and to snap a few more
pictures.  Tammy was then made to accept a red ball gag
which Regina pulled tightly into place  Tammy looked
simply ravishing in her predicament, and extremely
vulnerable, a point of fact which was not at all lost on
Regina.  Slipping behind her trussed charge Regina
exploited the situation by indulging in a session of
breast massage to which Tammy was not entirely adversly
predisposed.  Regina cupped the firm breasts in their
lace confinement, gently she massaged the prizes noting
the stiffness present even under the fabric of Tammys
bra.  Deftly she slipped her fingers under the shoulder
straps and lifted slightly.  Tammys breasts bobbed gently
in their piquant covering.  To Tammy the temperature
seemed to soar as she endured an intensive manipulation.
Her nipples, rock stiff now, tried to poke thru the sheer
fabric, presenting inviting targets for pinching and
pulling, which Regina wasted little in doing.  Tammy
moaned and squirmed against her bondage and gaggage but
the relentless attack continued unabated.

    Regina paused and took a moment to pull up a chair in
front of Tammy.  Sitting down, Regina told Tammy,
“I’am going to make you cum sweetheart,”.  Tammys eyes
widened as Regina reached out and slipped a finger
under the legband of her panties.  Tammy tried to pull
away but she did little but to heighten the stimulation
presented by the probing digit.  Regina teased her
unmercifully, tugging on the white nylon panties, soon
Tammy was fully enraptured by her intimate quest, sensing
her growing pleasure, Regina broke off the probing to
let Tammy cool down a little.

     Regina sat back and surveyed her handiwork, Tammy
was quite excited but firmly restrained.  Perhaps a bit of
visual stimulation would be in order she thought.
Although she was older than Tammy, Regina too had a
stunning figure, and she intended to tease her young guest
with all her feminine charms.  Crossing her legs brought
Tammys gaze towards one of the intended targets, as her long dark
sheathed thighs became more visible.  Regina slowly
rubbbed the tops of her thighs, pushing the hem of her
short skirt higher and higher.  Soon Tammy could see a
hint of the pink panties her teacher was wearing.  Clearly
she was interested as her transfixed gaze let on.
Regina paused to recross her legs and in so doing gave
Tammy a quick but full view of her panty covered crotch.
Quickly Regina smoothed her skirt, and the brief show
was over.  Tammys gaze followed to Reginas busy hands
as she began to unbotton her blouse.  Slowly Regina
undid each button, starting at the bottom and working
upward.  Regina was quite careful not to expose
anything underneath, merely unbuttoning her garment.

    Tammys own breasts were neatly trussed up in white lace,
she could not help but wonder what Regina wore under
her blouse.  Tammy did not have long to wait; Regina
stood up briskly and her unbottoned blouse parted.  Tammy
briefly saw a well filled pink demi-bra, dark aureoles
faintly visible thru the taut fabric.  Tammy watched as
Regina turned and strolled into the outer office.  A
short while later she returned, the blouse was gone, she
had also changed into a short leather miniskirt which
accentuated her stunning figure.  Regina was
brandishing a wispy leather riding crop about eighteen
inchs long; Tammys eyes widened as she realized it was
meant for her.  Regina sat down in front of her trussed
guest, smiling wickedly as she drew the crop through her
fingers, playing with the dual leather flaps on its end.
Reaching out with her free hand she quickly pinched each
protruding nipple through the thin bra.  Tammy could
hardly stand it anymore as she moaned and squirmed
precariously on her perch.

     It began slowly, light delicate strokes of the crop
were applied lovingly to Tammys pert breasts, each taking
an equal number of strokes.  The bulging orbs bounced and
jiggled in their lacy sling as the leather beat out a
methodical rhythm.  Tammys eyes began to gloss over, her
rock hard nipples were like exposed nerve endings.  Tammy
endured an extended session as Regina expertly wielded
the leather crop, each stroke landing on a sheathed nipple
with a crisp thwack.  If Regina kept this up Tammy
would certainly cum.  The crop kept raining down,on each
nipple in turn, until each had received fifty swats.
Tammys eyes were glassy, her panties growing warm and
moist.

     Soon the scene changed.  Tammy was released from her
bonds and allowed to stand although her wrists were
restrained behind her back with a short spreader bar.  The
ball gag  was replaced with a menacing penis gag, much to
Tammys chagrin.  Regina now used the crop on Tammys
thighs and buttocks to heighten the excitement.  Standing
next to the seated Regina. one foot up on the stool,
Tammy took along series of strokes from the crop,
maintaining her balance as best she could manage.  The
thin pliant crop wrapped nicely around the firm lace covered
bottom, the leather tip slapping with a crisp clean sound.
Every five strokes or so, Regina would have Tammy
shift her feet and change the angle of attack.  Eventually
Tammys upper thighs and the tightly stretched crotch of
the nylon panties were targets for the taking.

     Tammy faced the seated Regina nearly head on, her
pert breasts again thrust out, and her crotch cruelly
exposed to access by the lithe crop.  Regina brandished
the sleek staff and then gently drew up between Tammys
spread legs.  Tammy trembled, yet relished the sensation
of the punishment tool as it caressed her throbbing mound.
It was soon apparent to Tammy that Regina was enjoying
the session as much as she was.  Reginas tits filled
the pink bra quite nicely, and a stiff pair of nipples
were readily visible under the gossamer fabric.  As
Tammys own crotch was being caressed by the crop,
Regina pinched and pulled her own nipples into stately
attention through the sheer bra.

     Tammys crotch needed attention and Regina knew
it. Sharply the crop was drawn up between the spread thighs
slapping against the white lace panties, making a clean
snapping sound against the bulging mound.  Whap, whap,
whap, Regina pounded out a wickedly erotic rhthym.
Tammy shook with each stroke, on the verge of climax.
Regina applied the crop carefully so that Tammy could
get a superior sensation, not a brutish beating.

     The strokes were halted when Tammy had trouble
keeping her balance on one leg.  Regina stood up and
took time to steady Tammy, having her sit on the stool
again.  Regina spent the next several minutes
explaining that she had merely been warmed up for the real
thing which Regina would be administering shortly.

     “We’ll start with the tawse, my pet,” Regina
announced, “Fifty strokes, panties down.”  Tammys eyes
widened as the program was announced.  “If you wish you
can rid yourself of the gag, but you must wear nipple
clamps instead,” Regina continued, “Is that
acceptable?”  Tammy nodded agreement wishing to rid
herself of the foul gag.  “Very well,” Regina replied,
“I’ll be right back.”

    Regina returned shortly with the necessary implements.
Quickly the nipple clamps were applied right over the bra.
Tammy was allowed to stand and her bound hands released,
but only briefly.  Regina escorted the willing Tammy
to the armchair behind the desk.  Tammy was made to kneel
in the leather chair, her ankles were fixed to a spreader
bar,and her wrists were reattached to the short bar after
it was passed under the arms of the chair.  Tammy was
nicely posed for the spanking which would shortly begin.
Regina removed the gag and allowed Tammy freedom to
speak again.  “Oh please, oh please,” Tammy blurted out,
“I’am so hot.”  Regina cautioned her to keep it down or
she would again be gagged.  Tammy complied as best she
could under the circumstances.  Tammys nipples ached with
pleasure from the clamps, and she squirmed against the
confining bondage, she really desired sensuous stimulation
and Regina was more than happy to ablige her guest.

     Regina stood behind Tammy and lovingly stroked
her thighs and ran her hands all over Tammys tight
panties.  Tammy could barely stand it as her temperature
soared.

    “What you need young lady is a good long session with the
tawse,” Regina said matter of factly.  “Oh, I’ll be
good,” Tammy promised wiggling her bottom seductively.
“Thats right,” Regina replied, “I’ll see that you take
it like a lady.”

     Regina laid the tawse across the small of Tammys
back and proceeded to take some more photos of the soon to
be spanked young Tammy.  Regina announced the rest of
the mornings agenda before beginning. After the tawse
Tammy bare breasts would be whipped with the crop, and if
she was good Regina would treat her to a session with
an oriental spanking implement known as the Shrieking
Butterfly, as many strokes as it takes to make you cum
Regina added dryly.  Tammy promised good behaviour as
she awaited the strap.

     “Let’s begin,” Regina said as she slid behind the
chair placing her hands on Tammys hips.  Deftly Regina
slipped her fingers into the waistband of Tammys panties
and gently tugged them off the upturned bottom.  Tammy
moaned out softly as she craned her head around to watch
the coming assault.  Regina picked up the tawse and
brandished it about as she turned and stepped away from
the chair.  “Are we ready,” she asked , turning to face
the chair.  “Yes,” Tammy said softly.  “Yes what?”
Regina demanded.  “Yes please,” Tammy blurted out
recognizing her faux pas.  “Very well,” Regina replied,
stepping toward the chair swinging the tawse at arms
length, bringing the split leather strap down across
Tammys inviting target.  Smack!  Tammy trembled as the
tawse caressed her bare ass. “Oh,oh,” Tammy moaned out
softly.  Methodically Regina strode past the chair
again and again, laying the strap on Tammys wiggling
bottom on each pass.  After ten strokes Regina paused ,
“That’s a good start,” she said, moving around in front of
the chair.  Tammys eyes were drawn to Regina as she
stood before her, tawse in hand, her gaze gravitated to
the well filled bra.  Tammy watched as Regina bent
over slightly, accentuating her daring cleavage.  Smiling
Regina whispered, “There’s time for that later.”
Regina drew up close.  Tammys head was in close
proximity to Reginas well filled bra, and she purposely
taunted her by rubbing the bulging cups up against Tammys
chin.  Standing close Regina again brought the tawse to
bear on the exposed derriere.  Yielding the tawse over the
top she stroked the wiggling Tammy.  As the strokes
rained down Tammy nuzzled the straining bra.  Tammys
attentions were exciting Regina, she began to hike her
skirt up with one hand as the other applied the tawse.  After
another twenty strokes Tammys cheeks were glowing nicely.

     Regina took up position to the rear, sitting on
the top of the desk, her skirt hiked well up for a
pleasing effect.  Tammys panties, streched between her
thighs made a nice contrast with her nicely reddened ass.

     “Count down the strokes,” Regina commanded
briskly,” slapping the tawse against her left palm.  “Yes
maam,” Tammy replied meekly.  Regina unfurled the
strap briskly landing it across the crimsom cheeks,
“Twenty,” Smack, “Nineteen,”Smack, “Eighteen,” Smack, “Seventeen,”,
Tammy called off the stokes dutifully as Regina neatly
applied the tawse.  Tammy was trembling visibly as the
final stroke landed home.

     Regina was quite satisfied with her handiwork so
far, as Tammy had been expertly strapped, but the best
was yet to come.  Regina returned to the front of the
chair. Tammy was all eyes as Regina stood before her, hands
on hips.  Slowly she reached up and cupped her bulging
pink bra, fingering her pouting nipples through the sheer
fabric.  Tammy wondered what was to happen but she did
not have to wait long.  Deftly Regina shrugged the
shoulder straps down, and rolled the edge of the cups
under to expose her stiff nipples and refitted the
straps.  Her sweet nipples jutted out proudly.  “I want
you to use your tonque, my dear,” Regina said stepping
up close to Tammy.  Dutifully Tammy complied, her hot
tonque snaked out to meet the stiff nipples.  Gently she
tonqued the twins, giving Regina great pleasure.  “Oh,
oh, very nice,” she whispered softly, clearly enjoying the
oral stimulation.  Regina returned the favor by
searching out Tammys spread thighs.  Gently Regina
stroked the moist mound, but only briefly, not wanting to
key off a quick cum.  Tammys mentor looked devine, stiff
nipples glistening in the subdued light.  Sensing the
moment, Regina proceeded to take some more photos, this
time with a tripod and timer so she could display her
trainee.  One pose was particularly engrossing, Regina
to the rear, one foot up on the chair, panties exposed
under the short skirt, bra filled to overflow, tawse in
hand, over looking a trussed Tammy with panties lowered,
the exposed cheeks with a nice crimson flush.

     Now it was time to make good on her promise to warm
up Tammys breasts again.  As was with the tawse, this
time it would be on bare skin.  Tammys wrists were
released from the bar and refixed to it behind her back.
The ball gag was reintroduced to a somewhat hesitant
mouth, and the nipple clamps were removed.  Standing
behind Tammy, Regina cupped the firm breasts, slowly
tugging the white straps down off Tammys shoulders
allowing her to pull the cups off exposing the magnificent
breasts, the nipples at full attention. 

     Tammys exposed breasts presented an easy target for
the crop.  Regina picked up the lithe leather implement
and drew it across Tammys stiff nipples briskly.  Tammys
breasts bounced and jiggled nicely with each stroke.
Tammys bulging checks were clearly flushed with the
passion of the moment, and as the fourteenth swat hit
home, her knees quaked and Regina knew she had reached
her first cum, as the rippling pelvic muscles signalled.
Being a most gracious host, Regina did not stop at one,
another thirty easy swats brought on number two, along
with a glossy sheen on Tammys mons.  Tammylling over
Tammy like this made Regina extremely heady with
desire herself, as the moist patch in her own panties
would well attest.  But the finale was as yet unfinished,
and she would just have to wait her turn.  Pausing
briefly, Regina refitted Tammys bra much like her own
with the nipples exposed, and pulled up her panties.  Once
more the crop started its erotic dance across Tammys
stiff nipples, the leather snapping them again and again.
This time a whopping sixty-seven swats were required
before Tammy erupted in her third convulsive climax.
Regina allowed Tammy to cool down for awhile before
the grand finale.

     Tammy was released from her position on the chair
and allowed to stand.  Smartly Regina removed Tammys
panties and threw them on the chair, she would not be
needing them for awhile.  Her ankles her again secured to
a spreader bar as the preparation for the final treatment
continued.  Tammys wrists received similiar treatment.
To complete the bondage an ajustable link was fixed to the
two spreaders and set make Tammy assume a nice position
bent slightly at the waist.  Again she was posed for
spanking, her nipples exposed and panties removed.

     Tammy stood helpless before Regina, prepped to
receive the Shrieking Butterfly.  Not a normal birch rod
or cane, this was special asian import handcrafted of
bamboo and silk thread.  Its special attractiveness was
its wicked pronged tip.  Three thin bamboo and silk wings
were grafted to the thin whippy split bamboo shaft.  One
could with the proper twist of the wrist just before
impact, cause the wings to unfold and flutter against the
rush of air, thereby separating and applying three nicely
spaced light welts about three inchs long.  To make it
work properly it had to be whipped through the air with
very high speed, resulting in the most delightfully scary
sound, but delivering a most easily acceptable result.  A
plump bottom could easily take a hundred strokes.  It
usually took only ten to make a properly prepped recipient
cum, mostly from the furious sound and the apprehension it
caused the recipient.  But skill was needed, if the wrist
was not turned properly, blood would be drawn instead of
the desired thin red stripes.  Regina was well versed
in its use, there would be no mistakes.

     Regina slashed the rod through the air several
times to limber up her arm.  Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. 
Tammys eyes filled with concern; this part might not be
so much fun afterall, but she was in no position to
backout now, in fact she was backing into it, and quite
provacatively.

     Regina pulled the stool up behind the stooping
Tammy and prepared to begin the caning.  Regina took
position slighty to the left of her luscious target, one
leg up on the stool, drawing back the rod for its first
stroke.  A loud shrieking whoosh was followed by the crisp
report of the expertly wielded tool.  Tammys heart jumped
at the sound, but she recovered somewhat as she absorbed
the triple tip of the rod, giving her a quite sensuous
sensation as three thin red stripes were drawn across her
bare backside.  After three strokes, she was beginning to
feel the arousal, her slighty wilted nipples hardening
with each turn of the rod.

     Again and again the rod sang out, connecting neatly
on Tammys plump checks, now crisscrossed with thin red
lines. Regina let each stroke soak in for several
seconds, heightening the erotic effect for Tammy.  After
a dozen Tammy was again trembling in the knees, clearly
approaching another peak.  Regina was enjoying the show
and took time to massage her own exposed nipples as she
meted out the strokes.  After four or five more Tammy
began the telltale pelvic contractions, Regina kept up
the assault, giving Tammy another eight or ten strokes
before the movement subsided.

     Tammys bottom was flushed and crisscrossed with thin
red lines from the rod, Regina took time to gently
caress the warmed cheeks as Tammy recovered from the
stimulating action.  As this spanking session was drawing
to a close Regina snapped a few more photos for the
record.

     Tammy was released from her bonds and Regina led
her into a bout of mutual gratification.  Unencumbered by
the gag allowed Tammy and Regina to join in a long
sensuous kiss, their tonques mingling wildly as the girls
fondled each others partially exposed breasts.  Regina
had yet to get her share of satisfaction, and she was
getting hotter by the moment.  Breaking off the kiss she
whispered to Tammy, “Take off my skirt.”  Tammy obliged
the request as she reached around and pulled the short
side zipper down then slowly worked the leather skirt down
off Reginas hips.  Tammys attentions turned to
Reginas well filled panties, as she massaged the
shapely bottom.  Tammy tried to slip the sheer pink
garment down Reginas hips but her hostess admonished
her, “Slow down,” then she gently coaxed Tammy to kneel
in front of her.

     “Use your tonque,” Regina whispered, as she pulled
Tammy into position to service her pouting mound.  Tammy
went to work snaking her wet tonque all over the thin
crotch of Reginas panties.  While Tammy teased,
Regina shed her bra, letting her sumpsuous breasts
spring free.  Regina let Tammy work her over for
awhile then she moved to the stool.  Regina assumed a kneeling
position on the stool and had Tammy pinch her nipples,
getting her really worked up.  The end game was soon
begun, Regina bade Tammy to lower her panties, which
she quickly did.  Regina then bent over dropping her
hands to the floor, her moist inviting pussy was wantonly
exposed as her ass juted up in the air.  Tammy attacked
the target from the rear, with the weapon of choice, the
tonque.  Like a heat seeking missile it found its mark,
soon it was darting across a stiff clitoris, Regina was
wiggling wildly, several moments later Regina shuttered
in a roaring climax.  Regaining her composure, Regina
said softly, “Let’s call it a day.”  Tammy concurred.

     After a few moments the ladies helped each other get
dressed, stuffing their excited flesh back into the dainty
lingerie.  Tammys bottom was fading nicely now, resuming
its normal temperature, although the red sheen and stripes
would linger for a few hours longer.  Before they left,
the girls freshened and straightened the office to its
former state.  Bidding a warm farewell, the ladies parted,
closing out another working session of the Ladies Spanking
Order.