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of insurance policy and the girls know they’d be all round the shop it they ever tried to make a fuss about what had happened. But you can trust Justine - she doesn’t cheat. She’s a vicious cow and she’s probably a bit kinky, but she doesn’t cheat.’
    Whether the three girls next in line for a taste of Justine’s discipline would have agreed with such a charitable assessment was probably a moot point. Gail, Melody and, unknown to Billy, Caroline had been instructed to report to the gym at seven o’clock that same evening, and were not looking forward to their summons.
    They were there, nevertheless, slightly in advance of the appointed hour, in the changing room awaiting the arrival of Justine, who walked in at seven o’clock precisely. Of medium height but powerfully built, with the aggressively prominent bust and hips that seemed often to be associated, however unfairly, with the truly butch, she was wearing a shell suit in subdued colours, with what looked like a remote control sticking out of the breast pocket.
    â€˜Hm,’ she began, ‘I’m glad to see you’re all punctual. That’s a point in your favour. Come on then, let’s not hang about. The gym’s all ready for you so get your clothes off.’
    Caroline, an offender for the second time was not taken by surprise, and Gail began to peel off her jumper, but Melody had to be persuaded that Justine meant it.
    â€˜Come on,’ Caroline said, ‘don’t be silly. We’re not going to see anything we haven’t seen before, and there are no men around.’
    â€˜Perhaps she’d like it better if there were,’ Gail suggested and began giggling, but she was quickly cut short.
    â€˜That’ll be enough of that sort of talk,’ snapped Justine. ‘You can wrap yourselves up in towels if you’re so sensitive, but it’s a waste of time because they’ll be coming off as soon as I get you in the gym.’
    There were no further mutinous suggestions as the three girls divested themselves of their clothing, only Melody, much the most slightly built of the three, bothering with a towel. Caroline was tall and quite shapely, though less full in the bust than Gail, whose breasts swung smoothly with her every movement.
    They walked into the gym where a box, assembled to its full height, a buck, contrastingly at its lowest level, and a stool had been placed close to the wall bars. There was also a small table, and placed upon it an assortment of weaponry.
    â€˜Good,’ said Justine. ‘Take off the towel, Melody, and put it on the floor over there, and then we can begin the preliminaries.’ Melody did as she was told and moved self consciously to join her two colleagues. Justine turned to her.
    â€˜I think we’ll start with you,’ she said, fishing the remote control out of her pocket and pressing a button. ‘Tell me your name, please.’
    â€˜You know my name,’ said Melody. ‘Why ask me such a daft question?’
    â€˜I do advise you,’ warned Justine, ‘to stop trying to cross me. I haven’t told you yet what your punishment is, so you might just find it’s even worse than you expected if you continue with your lip. Now tell me your full name.’
    â€˜Melody Chilton,’ came the answer.
    â€˜And why are you here?’
    â€˜Cheek to a customer,’ Melody replied, ‘but I wasn’t really cheeky. It wasn’t my fault, it was the customer, she was so stupid.’
    â€˜Spare me the excuses,’ said Justine, ‘and please use my full name when you address me. Once more, what’s your name and why are you here?’
    â€˜Melody Chilton, Miss Dewberry,’ said Melody, in a more subdued tone. ‘Cheeking a customer.’
    â€˜Thank you,’ said Justine. ‘Twelve strokes of the paddle, over the box.’ She turned to Gail. ‘And your name,