Emma was aware that her business affairs were somewhat chaotic. She had a property portfolio inherited from her parents and some from her late husband who was the business brain and had left her with a very healthy bank account. She had a comfortable life from the earnings but was aware that it could be better. Charlotte may be submissive but, like his late Father in Law, had a good business head and spent a couple of hours a day reorganising things. Charlotte told her that the potential was so good that neither she or Mistress need ever work again. Up to this point Erin had retained her employment, albeit working from home mostly. Charlotte advised that they retain a business manager and preferably a woman as male managers tended to be alpha which would bring it's own problems. Charlotte diplomatically declined the position as it would mean she could not be full time maid. Erin and Emma were both quietly pleased that Charlotte had turned that down but had felt obliged to make the offer.
Sunday evening had arrived and Miss Emma appeared as usual in the corset, stockings, panties and heels but this time there was a difference. Hanging from her waist was a new, not broken in paddle. Charlotte had only seen one online, not close to and this one looked bigger and heavier than she had imagined. To Charlotte's eye it looked about three feet long, in actual fact it was 18 inches, as if that made it any better. Miss Emma's eyes were glowing 'oh you have seen my new friend' she giggled and stroked it 'eighteen inches of double layer bridle leather' she cooed 'lovely polish to it, don't you think?', Charlotte nodded at a loss for words and seriously beginning to think that her approach to Mistress was a less than sensible idea. It was a two inch wide and eighteen inch long item of malevolence and Charlotte had invited it in. 'Bend over the back of the sofa Charlotte and I think we will have knickers down for this'. She lowered her panties and bent over the back of the sofa and feeling very exposed, normally spankings were done over her panties and not usually bare bum. At the first stroke Charlotte stood bolt upright, the shock and pain driving the air from her lungs so that she had nothing left to scream with, her mouth gaped open. Pain consumed her and she clutched her bum cheeks with her hands. 'Did I say you could stand up girl?' Charlotte shook her head unable to string words together, 'next time I will add two strokes' assured Miss Emma. Charlotte resumed the position and gripped a seat cushion, white knuckled and pressed her face into the sofa back. When the second stroke arrived she screamed, muted, into the sofa back. On the third there were genuine tears and by the fourth she was sobbing, The fifth and sixth were indescribable, her body just went limp over the sofa. She flinched as she felt something being rubbed into her on fire rump and then her panties being pulled up 'you may kneel and express your gratitude Charlotte'. She slid off the back of the sofa and onto her knees to face a radiant Miss Emma standing over her. Charlotte moved her head to Miss Emma's panties and kissed them for the first time, Emma pressed Charlotte's face into her wet panties 'good girl Charlotte'. Emma stroked Charlotte's hair as Charlotte kept her face pressed into Emma's damp panties, her tears making them even wetter and that made Emma climax again.
In her room Charlotte examined the six stripes in the mirror and gingerly touched them, an anti-inflammatory cream had been applied by Miss Emma but even so the stripes still looked angry. She could not explain why but she felt curiously turned on. She did not wear the cage after the working day had finished and not at all on Sundays, she might not be big but what she did have stood out with rigid determination.
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Manipulation
FantastikCharles was an average man with one weakness, he could not refuse his wife Erin anything. She would lead him down a path that he could not escape.
