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came with renewed venom and Nicole cried out aloud as they bit home.
    “There.” Mr Jordan said breathlessly. “Well done Nicole. Now get
cleaned up and we’ll continue with today’s session.”
    She had to summon the strength to stop herself falling to her knees.
She could clearly see the old man’s erection tenting his trousers. Nicole
placed the dice back in its pouch, took the cane from Mr Jordan and put them
away. Then she carried the stool back to the study, her buttocks smarting with
each step, before going upstairs to the bathroom and splashing cold water on
her face. She returned to the small room and carefully retouched her make-up
and studied her striped and glowing bottom in the mirror. She would have to
keep clear of Chris for a few a days to ensure he didn’t see the marks on her.
That wouldn’t be too hard with him working long shifts thankfully. Finally she
returned downstairs to the summer room.
    As she entered she saw that Mr Jordan was sat at the bureau and was
just replacing the telephone receiver. “Ah, wonderful! You look good as new.” He chirped. “Now if I may I think I’ll have a brandy, if
you’d be so kind.” Nicole nodded and went to the cabinet and poured the drink
as requested. She handed it to the old man, all too aware with each step of the
continued burning sensation left by the caning. As she handed it to him the
doorbell chimed. Nicole froze; she had never known Mr Jordan to have visitors.
Not at least during the day while she was “attending to his house”.  Mr
Jordan, saw the look of anguish on her face and raised a hand to calm her. “Nothing to be worried about Nicole. Just
a visitor.” He said softly. “Now go and let them in and bring them
through to the summer room.”
    Nicole looked at him incredulously and started to stammer that she
needed to get upstairs quickly. Jordan suddenly barked at her “Nicole! Nicole!
Now do as I ask. Do it now!”
    “But....but I can’t, I..... I must get dressed....quickly, I must get
dressed.”
    “Nicole! You will do as I ask. You will go to the door as you
are and you will welcome in my visitor.”
    Nicole held her head in her hands, trying to focus her thoughts. He couldn’t
mean this, could he? This was beyond what she had......what? What she had
agreed to? No, there was no agreement. What she was prepared to do, to accept?
What was she prepared to accept, to do? Each week a little
more, each week more and more humiliation. Each week a
sweeter and sweeter bonus.   The doorbell chimed again.
    “Nicole!” Jordan’s voice was more subtle now. “Please go to the door.”
    And there it was, almost as if in a trance Nicole was turning away from
him, walking down the hallway and, light headed, her mind on auto-pilot she
paused for just a moment snatching a breath and then opened the door.
    A woman stood on the doorstep. In her mid fifties, elegantly dressed,
stern looking. Nicole was aware of her own blushing face, but she remained stoic.
She swallowed hard as the woman looked her up and down viewing her, naked bar
the collar, cuffs and heels. The women gave a small huff, stepped into the
house and then waited for Nicole to show her in. Nicole gently closed the door,
taking the few seconds it took to close her eyes and brace herself against the humiliation she felt flooding through her body. Nicole had no idea
what to do other than go along with this shameful scenario. She knew she should
protest, complain, scream at them, run, get away from
this place, away from Mr Jordan. Yet she was still here, still doing exactly
what he told her to. Why? What was wrong with her? He made her feel cheap,
worthless and yet she was wholly obedient to him.  Somehow willing to do
things he said against her own will. Or was it? If she
really didn’t like it she could just walk out. Get dressed, get her money and
leave.  Just do it, go. But she didn’t.
    She turned and led the woman down the hallway to the summer room.
Recovering her