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scream of outrage from Clare. Mandy put a hand between Clare’s shoulders to hold her in place.
    â€˜Stay put, girl. The management is coming to make sure I’ve fulfilled my duties as office manager.’
    Lou and Jeff approached. Clare could see they both had pronounced bulges in their trousers.
    Jeff ran an appreciative hand over his partner’s angry red haunches, marked with the same right-angled weals that had decorated Mandy’s smaller buttocks only minutes before. He ran one finger down the cleft to feel the heat. To his evident surprise, his fingertip encountered a lavish wetness bedewing Clare’s well-cushioned labia. She groaned softly at the contact. He smiled broadly and gave her a pinch on the sorest part of her mottled cheeks. She gasped and turned her head.
    She was just in time to see Jeff invite Lou to do likewise. He ran both hands over her chastised flesh, massaging her buttocks and feeling their raging heat. He then slipped his hand between her thighs from behind and ran his fingertips over her bush. Drawing his upturned hand back, he parted the lips and slid in his middle finger up to the knuckle. Clare groaned and, after a brief hesitation, began to move her hips in an overtly sexual response.
    â€˜That’s enough of that, you tramp!’ Mandy commanded. ‘You’re obviously expecting some pleasure after your pain. Now I’ll make very sure you get it. Isn’t that so, gentlemen?’
    The two men, already unbuttoning their fly studs in eager anticipation, looked somewhat bemused but enthusiastic. This was the little surprise she had saved up for them all.
    With a sigh, Clare climbed down from the chair. She reached round to her sore arse with both hands and rubbed it gingerly. The pain had subsided, to be replaced by a spreading glow of comforting warmth. But she was extraordinarily aware of the raw demands of her sex. Like a cat on heat, she lifted one leg up to the seat of the chair and slowly took off the sheer, flesh-coloured hold-ups one by one. All the time she kept one eye cocked on the reaction of the two men, who were also stripping, rather more rapidly.
    Clare was determined to regain her former dominant position. As she saw it, the most effective way was by exuding maximum sexual attraction. She was confident she could draw not only her own partner but possibly Mandy’s as well. Lou had already shown he wanted her. But, out of her line of sight, Mandy had a shock in store.
    As far as Mandy was concerned, she still had to get even for the savage punishment Clare had given her while she was defenceless, her wrists tied. Clare had broken the rules and humiliated her. Mandy remembered the piercing flash of pain as her genitals had been struck. It had felt like a violation. So, if that was the way Clare wanted to play it, she still had a trick or two up her sleeve.
    Now she pushed aside the pile of clothes to find her shoulder bag. From this Mandy produced the means of extracting her revenge: a wicked strap-on dildo, all in black leather. Jeff saw it first and nudged Lou. They both broke into broad grins. Holding the dildo up between thumb and finger, Mandy demonstrated its impressive girth. Clare hadn’t yet noticed.
    Mandy called Clare’s name. She stiffened when she saw the size of the black member. Mandy lazily flicked it with an index finger to demonstrate its rigidity. Its dimensions would give any but the most sexually adventurous woman considerable pause for thought. Clare swallowed the implications as it sunk in.
    â€˜My God, you must be joking if you think I’m willing to take that!’ she exclaimed.
    But she could see that Mandy was stripping out of the office manager’s outfit. Dressed only in matching scarlet underwear, she began strapping on the dildo.
    â€˜New game, Clare,’ Mandy declared. ‘This time I’ll be the boss. How about if you’re the new secretary who’s stayed behind late for