Charlotte knew that they were both in the office and had no wish to walk in on anything so knocked and waited. Entering on command she was expecting to see a dishevelled Molly but they had the Trust accounts on the desk and were obviously discussing them, 'I can come back later' said Charlotte but Erin her assured there was no problem, Charlotte was fully up to speed with the accounts anyway. Charlotte curtsied 'so this is an official request' thought Erin. 'I would like permission to ask Mistress Molly a question Mistress', Erin nodded permission, Molly was intrigued. Charlotte addressed Molly 'may I request that you cane me Mistress Molly?' before Molly could answer Erin smiled, plainly amused 'not me Charlotte?' who had an answer ready 'with respect Mistress, you cane me because I like it even though I know you would rather not', Erin nodded agreement 'Mistress Molly does it because she enjoys it', Molly laughed 'is it that obvious Charlotte?' who replied 'yes Mistress'. Erin looked at Molly and then at Charlotte 'select your cane girl'.
Charlotte picked the whippy rattan cane, Molly looked at it with interest, she had not used that one before, she had used a heavier cane on the girls. It was light in the hand but had a lovely whooshing sound as she swept it through the air. Erin cleared the top of the the leather topped desk that Charlotte would be bent over. While Molly did practice swoops of the cane through the air Erin pronounced sentence. 'Charlotte you are sentenced to, initially six hard strokes of the cane from Mistress Molly, if I deem they have not been hard enough that will be increased, any attempt to rise from the desk will add one stroke, any protest will add one stroke, any attempt to avoid or lessen a stroke will add one extra. the caning will be bare bottom. Knickers down girl and take your position'. Charlotte's heart was pumping in a mixture of fear and excitement as she complied. There was a difference this time to any previous caning as a hard rubber bit was placed between her teeth and buckled behind her head.
Charlotte was not sure what to expect, Molly had practiced on her before she was unleashed on the girls but had been nowhere as severe as she had been with the girls, would Molly hold back. That thought was forced from her mind when the first stroke landed, Charlotte's knuckles went white gripping the edge of the desk and she screamed into the gag, her feet stamping a little tattoo beat on the floor. 'my my Charlotte and that is only the first one'. It was clear that Molly enjoyed what she did and took her time allowing the first stroke to subside before delivering the next. The second was harder and searing, it took her breath away, her natural body reflex made her attempt to stand but Erin's hand on the back of her head pushed her back down as Erin said 'one extra Charlotte'. Tears came with the third stroke, Charlotte had not wanted to cry but she could not prevent herself, she was also erect, it was one of the few things that would promote it these days, that and being Erin's bitch. There were nine strokes in all, her mind was not functioning on the reason for the eighth and ninth. Her rump was on fire with nine perfectly spaced livid red stripes. Molly applied anti-septic to the welts and Charlotte whimpered involuntarily as the medication bit. 'knickers up girl', Charlotte rearranged her panties then without prompting dropped to her knees and kissed Mistress Molly's feet, the first time she had ever done that, thanking Mistress Molly for her attention and then kissing Mistress Erin's feet, thanking her for allowing it.
This was the hardest caning Charlotte had ever had, Erin might have felt sorry for the tear stained face but Charlotte's eyes were sparkling, she decided that she will let Molly do that again. 'Better tidy up your face before you get back to the girls Charlotte' said Erin and then added 'you are dismissed', Charlotte curtseyed to both and gasped as she turned, Molly had lifted Charlotte's dress and slapped her sore rump.
In the bathroom she looked at herself in the mirror, dabbed off the tear stains and repaired her make up. Her bum hurt like hell but Charlotte was so turned on, she knew that tonight would bring a rare masturbation exercise. She knew that she would be asking for that again in the future, Molly was good, no doubt about that and does not spare the rod.
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Manipulation
FantasyCharles 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.
