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soft cheeks swayed and bucked a little with each thrust of Beth’s head. ‘You were right, Richard,’ Helen said brightly. ‘It is a perfectly delightful bottom, designed for the lash. But how you disappoint me, Richard darling. It is hardly touched, hardly a mark to indicate your pleasure. Where’s your office cane, the one I bought you for Christmas?’
    Bizarrely, the woman then stooped down behind Beth for a closer inspection, and ran her hand over and around one pink cheek and down into the cleft between.
    â€˜I said I wouldn’t beat her tonight,’ Richard grunted, his voice strained. ‘But she is forbidden to have a climax.’
    â€˜Absolute rubbish,’ his wife said scornfully. ‘This isn’t a game. This is different. I am angry; I don’t like to see naughty girls dining off my husband. I didn’t promise not to punish her, so I shall. Where’s that cane?’
    Richard found it easier to nod than to speak. He indicated the drinks cabinet and watched dumbly as Helen found the cane and returned, cutting it in the air, to stand behind Beth.
    She then spoke briskly to the girl whose mouth was full of her husband’s erection. ‘If we are going to do this right, we must get some rhythm into it.’
    As Beth’s head bobbed up and down in Richard’s lap, Helen raised the cane and, on the down stroke, suddenly lashed the girl’s buttocks. Beth had expected it, secretly welcomed it, and did not break her fluid movement, other than to gasp for air on the up stroke. With the next down stroke the cane fell again, biting into the soft flesh, which made Beth all the more eager to swallow yet more of the thrusting penis.
    By the third stroke all three participants had synchronised their movements, Richard’s hips, Beth’s mouth and bottom, and Helen’s right arm moved in unison. As Richard began to clench his muscles, indicating he was near to coming, and as the pain of her bottom reached her sex as warm pleasure, Beth realised she was close to a climax herself. She rolled her hips and moaned as she moved her head up and down at an ever-faster rate and the cane maintained the beat.
    â€˜This naughty girl is going to defy us,’ Helen said, panting slightly and beating yet faster time across Beth’s smarting buttocks. ‘We forbid you to climax.’
    But it was beyond her or anyone’s control. Three things happened at once. The cane landed with the cruellest stripe yet, Richard exploded, shooting his warm, sticky fluid deep down the girl’s throat, and Beth herself - oh, blessed relief - felt a complementary explosion deep inside herself, starting from her womb and running up to her breasts and down her thighs. She fell limply to the floor, her body quivering and drops of Richard’s creamy ejaculation on her lips and chin.
    â€˜You disobeyed me!’ Helen roared. ‘You’ll pay for that.’ She looked down upon Beth and her anger flared.
    â€˜Look at her, Richard.’ He opened one eye. ‘Look at her. She enjoyed it. She cheated us. She actually got off on me beating her.’
    Helen lashed out again with the cane, catching Beth a cruel blow across the back of her thighs just where the moist lips of her sex peeped between. Another smaller paroxysm convulsed Beth’s body, the aftershock of the tremors before.
    Then the passion of Helen’s disturbing anger changed to cold calculation. ‘For now,’ she announced primly, ‘I am going to punish you by not punishing you any more.’
    But Beth was past hearing or caring.
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Chapter 5
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    â€˜Why do so many men like to spank a girl’s bottom?’ Beth asked. As soon as she had asked the question, though, she was swamped in confusion. She had not planned to ask it. It just came out.
    The female psychiatrist smiled. The question was unexpected, but the answer was ready. That was what being a professional