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was enough.
    She freed her hands easily from her makeshift bonds. Now it was her turn. She addressed Clare, who was looking flushed and triumphant, breathing heavily. The other girl had obviously enjoyed herself.
    â€˜Right, get out of that skirt. Now it’s my time to be the office manager.’ Mandy began to get dressed.
    Jeff and Lou cheered appreciatively.
    â€˜How about more drinks before we go on to the next part?’ Lou asked. ‘You girls have really given me a thirst. Mandy?’
    â€˜Yeah, okay. I’ll have a spritzer. But nothing for the office junior. She’s here for punishment, remember?’ Mandy gave Clare a hard stare as she eased her panties back over the tender flesh of her burning haunches. She took Clare’s tan skirt and put it on, followed by the jacket, watching the other girl’s hesitant removal of her bra. Clare’s breasts were full, with fleshy nipples.
    â€˜Now, hurry and get undressed,’ Mandy, in her new role as boss, ordered. Clare obediently stripped off her panties. ‘Give them to Lou. I’m sure he’ll be happy to keep them safe in the personnel department.’
    She took the long cool glass from Jeff and drank appreciatively, the bubbles caressing her upper lip. Suddenly she felt more confident about the situation, although she was still furious at the way she had been betrayed by Clare.
    â€˜You can leave the hold-ups on and those fuck-me-quick shoes, too, slut. Now get up on that chair. Kneel on the seat, facing the back. Yeah, that’s right. Now stick out that pert arse, just like you do when you bend down to help yourself to the stationery cupboard. Yeah, like that. Now you’re going to pay for your pilfering, you little tramp.’
    She buttoned up the jacket and picked up the ruler, flexing it experimentally with both hands.
    Clare looked apprehensively over her shoulder. She knew she couldn’t back out now without losing a lot of face. That was the damned agreement, after all. She and Mandy would do a girl-on-girl scene while the boys watched and provided encouragement. It all seemed so erotic when they discussed it after a dinner party last week. And having the upper hand had been fun. Now Clare was disconcerted that she was about to suffer for her pleasure. She felt slightly sick.
    â€˜Let the punishment commence,’ her better half commanded. Wonderful! Obviously he was getting plenty of stimulation from the scenario. He’d had plenty to drink, too, she could see.
    â€˜Right, you little tramp,’ intoned Mandy, tossing her hair free of her face. ‘Here’s what you’re getting to cure those sticky fingers. Twenty strokes right away on the bare arse with this ruler you stole.’
    â€˜I’m sorry. I’ll pay the firm for everything I took,’ Clare entreated her in a small voice.
    â€˜Indeed you will,’ her office manager assented. ‘But it won’t be with money. I want to hear you say you’re sorry and really mean it. Okay?’
    â€˜I’m really sorry.’
    â€˜Not very convincing. You can say it after each stroke.’
    Thwack!
    â€˜Shit!’ Clare exclaimed. ‘I mean, I’m really sorry.’
    Thwack!
    â€˜Frigging hell, Mandy. That stings like fuck... I mean, I’m really sorry. Honestly.’
    Mandy was implacable. ‘Stop moving that arse around. I want each stroke to land fair and square. Just like you gave me. Only I had my hands tied.’
    By the time the last two or three strokes were being given, Clare was showing signs of real contrition. She tried to lessen the force of the blows by putting a hand in front of her burning flesh, but only received a painful blow across her palm for her efforts. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she snivelled as she cried out again and again that she was really, really sorry.
    Mandy gave her a final double thwack, forehand and backhand, as a coup de grace . This time there was a