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but Laura placed a finger over his lips, ‘Shush now, sweetheart. You may only speak when you are willing to say what I wish to hear.’
    Mrs Peters glided majestically between the crouched women, trailing a single finger along each spine, making their skin visibly quiver beneath her touch. This tenderness, however, was short-lived, for seconds later Jess’s arse was burning from the first strike of Miss Sarah’s black cane, her strangled scream ricocheting off the walls.
    Her own yell dying down, the clerk could hear the air echo around the cane again as Mrs Peters brought it down on Miss Sarah’s buttocks with a resounding thwack, but only a small whistle of discomfort escaped from the other woman’s gritted teeth.
    As a second hit sent its blossom of pain through Jess’s backside and straight to her breasts, where her nipples were grazing tantalisingly against her satin bra, her efforts to remain quiet failed. A loud hissed grunt shot from her mouth and her body rocked forward. Miss Sarah was still managing to maintain a still hush, and Jess realised that if she didn’t concentrate harder on deflecting the effect of the increasingly fast strikes, then she’d have lost this competition, before it had begun.
    Grateful her hands were tethered, forcing her to stay in place, Jess wondered again at the depth of Miss Sarah’s self-discipline. She could easily knock the cane away, stand up and walk out. No one was forcing her to stay, yet here she stayed as Mrs Peters built up a criss-cross of pink strips across both her arse cheeks.
    On the eighth stroke the tears that had been streaming down Jess’s face were joined by sobs, even though she’d just begun to feel the warm glow of desire blossom from the blows, she’d abandoned her attempts to be silent. Miss Sarah, however, had turned her laboured breathing into a controlled sigh, and Jess realised that she was enjoying the sting.
    Mrs Peters also noticed the subtle alteration to her assistant’s reactions, and keen to deny her any further pleasure, immediately pocketed the cane. ‘Round One to Miss Sarah.’
    Jess groaned, her heartbeat hammering in time to her throbbing backside. Before she could recover, she felt Lee’s hands back on her wrists. Untied, she was roughly manoeuvred so she sat on the stool, her sore arse smarting against the wood. Miss Sarah was also instructed to move, and Jess caught sight of her beautiful round butt, all lined and bruised with blotches of red, and felt an undeniable urge to kiss and lick it better.
    Positioned face to face this time, Jess wasn’t sure if she should catch the other woman’s eyes in sympathetic understanding. How much rivalry is there here anyway? We aren’t up against each other are we? Surely we can both pass this test? Not really? Her thoughts were interrupted by Lee’s fingers fumbling with her bra strap. The freeing of her chest caused her to groan with relief in time to Mr Wheeler’s whine of appreciation and, if her eyes weren’t deceiving her, the further dilation of Miss Sarah’s pupils.
    ‘Round Two.’ Mrs Peters walked to the desk, and began to search through its drawers, ‘You will put your hands on your heads, where they will stay while Lee and I attend to your chests. The loser will be the one to move first. I assume I don’t need to tell you that you are not permitted to come.’
    Gesturing to the barman to attend, Mrs Peters gathered together two quill pens. Jess felt her stomach recoil. She could already imagine what it would be like to feel the plush feather from one of the quills run over her breasts, and wasn’t sure how long she’d be able to hold off the orgasm she was sure they’d engender. Again, Jess flicked her eyes up at Miss Sarah. Her head was erect on her shoulders, her back was straight, and infuriatingly her hands were placed casually on her head rather than clasped together like Jess’s.
    Lee placed a small wooden table between the women and the watching Mr Wheeler.