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senses a little she was amazed at the lack of response from the
woman to Nicole being naked. She realised the woman must clearly be able to see
her bottom, striped and smarting from her spanking as she followed her, yet she
said, did nothing. She simply followed Nicole into the room as if it what she
was witnessing was the most natural thing in the world.
    On entering the room the woman brushed past Nicole and greeted the man
in the wheelchair with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. They passed pleasantries
for a few moments then talked for some time, Nicole incredulous that they
seemed to be oblivious to her, to her condition. From the conversation she
established that they were old friends but only recently reunited. There
appeared to be a past relationship and hints in the conversation to a future
perhaps.  Finally the woman turned towards Nicole. “And this is the young
woman you have been telling me about William?” she said.
    Mr Jordan introduced the woman to Nicole as “my dear friend, Amelia.”
Then continued to tell the woman how Nicole was a working class girl, somewhat
naive and lacking in standing but learning her place well. He then told Nicole
that Amelia was to be extended the same rights as himself when she was in her
company.
    Rights? Nicole thought. What rights do either of them have to me? She was about to speak out
when Amelia asked Mr Jordan “She seems a very obedient slip of a girl though
William. One who is eager to please perhaps, even though she does not
demonstrate it in her outward persona?”
    “Of course.” Jordan agreed “she tends my needs
and is most willing to fulfil her role without complaint.”
    “Very rare indeed” stated Amelia. “But, I must ask myself if her
subservience is simply for your own benefit or if she would be likely to reject
my own status ? ” she said turning back to the old man
her voice rising with anticipation “perhaps we will find out?”
    Mr Jordan nodded sharply and then instructed Nicole to turn around. She
did and then he told her to bend forward and touch her toes. Swallowing hard
Nicole did as asked and immediately felt the smarting of her buttocks start up
again and the marked flesh was pulled taught by her posture. Mr Jordan moved
his chair alongside Nicole and seemed to study her for a moment. She heard
movement behind her and then felt a hand brush over her buttocks, finger tips
tentatively touching the welts left by the cane. Nicole straightened and spun
around to face the woman. “How dare you!” she yelled.  Amelia step back a
pace, her eyes wide but not with fear Nicole thought, something else, something
bright burning in them, she looked surprised but delighted at the same time.
“How dare you touch me! ” Nicole yelled again.
    “Nicole!” Mr Jordan’s voice came out deep and commanding. “Nicole!
Resume the position immediately” he ordered.   Nicole started to
protest but the old man’s words once again nullified her. She looked between
the two, her mouth opening and closing for a few seconds, but no words able to
break from her lips.  “Resume the position Nicole” his voice more
restrained now.
    She did as she was told. Puzzled by her self now. Puzzled by why she was allowing all
this to happen to her. Why didn’t she just walk out? What sort of woman was she
that would let this happen to her? She was married for crying out loud. She had
kids! She wasn’t some naive girl, barely out of her
teens. She was a wife, a mother, an adult capable of thinking for herself. Yet
he she was allowing herself to be shamed in front of two virtual strangers and
– and what? – enjoying it? Secretly enjoying it? How could she betray herself
in that way?
    Nicole felt the hand tentatively touch her bottom again. When this time
she didn’t react the fingers began to stroke the smooth flesh, riding over the
ridges, sending tingling stinging sensations through her flesh as they spread
down to the top her thighs and rested there a moment.