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amusing. After each girl has been spanked she will have the right to choose who goes next, and who does the spanking. But to ensure that everybody gets a fair share nobody can be chosen twice for the spanker. Any girl may decline, but only if she is prepared to take six of the cane from my dear wife. Once she has been caned she is out of the game. We finish when everybody present has dished out a spanking or been eliminated, and the winner is the girl to be chosen most often. Who receives a bonus of five hundred pounds for the evening. It that clear?’
    It was clear to me, and might have sounded simple, but I could tell it had been carefully thought out and probably by Mel. Kay was whispering urgently into Amber’s ear and I knew that if any man, but for one or two particular friends, was chosen to spank her she would decline. With thirty-nine men and just eight girls, or nine if Mrs Hegedus was included, which didn’t seem likely, Kay was going to end up being caned by Melody. I could just imagine how Amber would feel about that, but it was nothing to what would happen to her, because when I chose her she’d have a straight choice, to go over Mr Protheroe’s knee or to be caned, and either way it would be in front of Kay.
    Morris had dealt with a couple of questions, establishing that all girls were expected to go bare bottom; that no spanking could exceed five minutes in length and that men could take it if they preferred, but would still be eliminated.
    ‘Is that everything?’ he continued. ‘Good. Our popular manager, Mr Hegedus, had to spank little Jemima at lunchtime, so that will count as our opening sally, which leaves Jemima with the chance to choose the next victim. Jemima.’
    I stepped forward, curtsied and turned to Morris.
    ‘Thank you, Mr Rathwell. OK, the first girl to be spanked will be ...’
    I paused, grinning as my eyes flicked across the seven young women I could choose between. Some looked keen, others worried, but only one knew that nobody would dare put her forward to have her bottom smacked, or so she thought.
    ‘Melody Rathwell,’ I announced.
    There was an immediate susurration of noise; gasps, whispers, giggles. Melody made to speak, her eyes blazing as they met mine, but there was no doubt at all that I had the right to choose her. The next question was who should do it; perhaps Mr Protheroe, the fate she had intended for Amber. Or I could do it myself if I dared, but there was really only one choice.
    ‘To be spanked,’ I began. ‘By ... Miss Amber Oakley.’
    Amber had been looking fairly fed up until I’d nominated Melody, then hopeful, and now her face lit up in delight. She stood up, smiling as she addressed me. ‘Thank you, Jemima. And may I just say that you could not have made a more appropriate choice, because if there is one person in this room who really, really deserves a smacked bottom it is Mel. Come along, Melody, over my knee.’
    Her voice was firm, full of authority, but also of sadistic glee. She stepped forward and pulled out a chair from under one of the tables, positioning it in an open space to ensure that everybody got a good view. Melody was struggling not to pout as she too came forward, and as she reached Amber she threw me another filthy glance and mouthed two words: you wait . I gave her a cheeky wave. Now I was really going to get it, not playfully, but properly, which was exactly what I wanted. Meanwhile, I could enjoy the show.
    Amber had sat down on the chair, her knees extended, her body straight, her expression stern; creating an image of dominant womanhood, spoilt only slightly by the way her mouth kept flickering into an impish smile. She looked Melody up and down, then nodded in approval.
    ‘You look very pretty, Melody,’ she said. ‘And I see you came ready for a spanking, which was sensible. You don’t have anything on under that dress, do you?’
    Tight-lipped with fury, Mel shook her head, then mumbled something about her panty line.