Domestic Training

From Blushes Supplement 31

Bing… Bong. It is the doorbell. Mr Newling turns his head, a flicker of annoyance on his face. ‘Drat! Who… Oh I suppose it could be the new girl. Whatsername.’

He looks back to Darlene and gives her arm a gratuitous pinch. ‘Is that what you think, Darlene? Miss Whatsername?’

‘Don’t know, Mr Newling.’ Darlene grimaces slightly at the pinch. They are in Mr Newling’s sitting room, just Darlene and Mr Newling. Mr Newling is in shirt-sleeves and braces, dressed for indoors, for indoor action you might say. Darlene on the other hand is attired more formally, in her Training Uniform. Pale grey shirt and dark green tie with below a tailored black-and-white small-check skirt. Her shapely legs are in patterned white nylons; these are Mr Newling’s choice rather than specifically the uniform which would normally be black nylons. Darlene is a pretty and shapely girl of 18, a trim figure and a pert, gamine face framed in short dark bangs. It is possibly a case of being saved by the bell as Mr Newling has just that moment suggested giving her a spanked bottom for a minor misdemeanour. Taking Darlene’s knickers down and spanking her bare bottom. But now with this diversion, this Miss Whatsername if that is who it is, it may slip Mr Newling’s mind.

His hand slips behind Darlene to briefly fondle her bottom, thinking perhaps of the smooth firm cheeks that he was about to deal with but now, for the moment, can’t. ‘Hmmmm…’ he says, then strides out, into the hallway, to the front door.

‘Hello… Uh… Mr Newling?’

She is approximately Darlene’s height and build — and age too presumably because if it is Miss Whatsername she will be 18. That is the age for girls to start their Domestic Training. This girl is also a brunette, but her hair more curling than Darlene’s. Her face is softly rounded, with a full-lipped mouth, more conventionally pretty than Darlene.

‘Yes. Miss… ah…?’

‘Simkins, Mr Newling. Janice Simkins. They sent you the form.’

‘Yes of course. Janice Simkins. Yes that’s the name. And why are you dressed like this, Janice? Why aren’t you wearing a Training Uniform?’

This pretty, ripe-mouthed girl called Janice makes a face and shuffles her feet. There is nothing like getting off on the wrong foot at the very beginning. I’m sorry, Mr Newling. It’s not ready. I went yesterday but it wasn’t ready.’

‘Hmmm,’ says Mr Newling giving her a quizzical look. Not arriving in uniform will certainly need some sort of response. The girl might be trying something on. A uniform is a girl’s own responsibility, it’s not good saying it hasn’t arrived. ‘Come in then,’ he tells her. Janice steps inside, past Mr Newling and as she does so he takes hold of her bottom through the non-uniform skirt.

‘We shall have to have a word about this, Miss. I mean a girl should make sure she does have a uniform. Yes, we’ll have to have a word…’

As he speaks Mr Newling is making an initial manual reconnaissance of Janice’s rear divisions through the thin skirt. She stands submissively still. A girl on her Domestic Training of course has no real rights. Her gentleman can do virtually as he likes and put it down to training. He can certainly feel her bottom up if that is what he wants, and indeed do a whole lot more. So there is no thought in Janice’s head of objecting to the hand.

‘Yes,’ Mr Newling says again finally. ‘Right then…’ Janice is directed into the sitting room where Darlene is waiting. Wondering still about her own spanking and whether it is still on. She says Hello to the newcomer. Two girls are the normal limit that a gentleman can have in training at any one time. A second girl should make things better, because Mr Newling will at least have to divide his attention between the two of them.

‘Darlene will be able to tell you about your duties,’ Mr Newling tells Janice. ‘I shall divide the general household tasks between the two of you — so you’ll both have an easy time, won’t you?’ He laughs. ‘Of course that will leave more time for disciplinary training and I’m sure you’ll both be pleased to hear that. Eh Darlene?’

Mr Newling takes hold of the uniformed girl, turning her and pulling her back close against him, then his hands coming round under her arms to cup her boobs. He grins at Janice. ‘Darlene likes having her titties played with. Don’t you, Darlene?’ he says putting his mouth close to her ear. ‘It gets her all hot and excited.’ One hand lets go and slides down. Darlene yelps as it grasps the soft mound between her thighs. ‘It gets her all hot and excited down here. Eh Darlene?’

Red-faced Darlene is squirming, writhing about in Mr Newling’s two-handed grip, and gasping. ‘Ahhh… Don’t… Please don’t…’ Mr Newling is not in a hurry to let go. ‘Of course what she really likes is having her bum spanked. Darlene really likes that — so I see she gets plenty of it.’

Abruptly he lets go with both hands and the writhing Darlene almost falls over. She manages to steady herself. Her legs are trembling, her breathing gaspy. She produces a sick sort of smile for Janice as she straightens her skirt and shirt. Mr Newling grins at her. ‘Isn’t that right, Darlene dear. You get all hot between your legs and then I have to take your knickers down and spank that pretty bum.’

There is nothing Darlene can say or do, except chew her lip. Mr Newling is trying to make her feel awful and he is succeeding wonderfully. And there is nothing Darlene can do except stand there and take it.

But of course Mr Newling now has his other girl as well. ‘Right. Get on with some cleaning, Darlene dear. Vacuum in here. I’m taking Janice upstairs. Pretty Janice here who has turned up you will have noticed without a uniform. Come on, Janice.’

Mr Newling directs the new girl towards the door. Darlene sees his hand go to Janice’s bottom in the skirt that she shouldn’t be wearing. Darlene has had a nasty few minutes with Mr Newling but now he clearly has his mind, as well as his hand, on this Janice. With any luck he has forgotten about that spanking that she (Darlene) was going to get.

Upstairs Mr Newling shows Janice into a small bedroom. It will be hers, he tells her, Darlene’s is opposite. He laughs. ‘Mustn’t have you both in the same room or you’ll be getting into bed with each other. Eh Janice?’

Janice produces a nervous smile. She has had to watch Mr Newling with Darlene downstairs and on the way up Mr Newling has slid his hand up her skirt: up the backs of Janice’s thighs to her knickers. So she is not under any illusions that she is going to have an easy time here. But of course you don’t have any choice when doing your Domestic Training. Your name is on a list with your details and a photograph and gentlemen who take girls for Domestic Training simply take their pick. If Mr Newling is awful it is just her bad luck.

‘Wouldn’t you?’ Mr Newling says. ‘Be getting into bed with each other.’

Janice shakes her head. ‘No!’ She is clearly nervous, wondering what is going to happen in this little room with Mr Newling. ‘No… certainly not.’

Mr Newling is sitting down on the bed. ‘I wonder, Miss. I wonder. Anyway take your clothes off now. All of them. I must give you a little spanking for turning up like this.’

Is that what he said? She is not imagining things? Janice knows Mr Newling did say it, it is not her ears playing tricks. Take all her clothes off. She doesn’t move, transfixed, a numb, disbelieving look on her face.

‘Come on,’ Mr Newling says. ‘I can’t have you mooning about. When I tell you something you do it right away. Or shall I take them off?’

No it is not a joke, Mr Newling means it. Janice reaches for the buttons of her blouse. All her clothes off, Mr Newling said. Thoughts jumble in her head as to what Mr Newling may be going to do. When she has all her clothes off. He said spank… that is awful but… but she does it, trying not to think. Everything off. Blouse and skirt and shoes and socks. Her bra, to reveal the gently nodding boobs. Her knickers the last thing. Slipping them down and off over her now bare feet. Janice is nude: the pink-nippled tits and the neat black bush revealed to Mr Newling’s appraising eyes. Janice wants to find a hole in the floor somewhere and slide down into it. But there is no hole. Mr Newling beckons her forward, close. She is certainly a tasty-looking piece.

Janice steps forward. Red-faced, her arms at her sides despite her urgent need to cover her boobs, her pussy, but she knows that is not allowed. Mr Newling’s hand comes out… and take hold of the crisply-curled mound. ‘We have to learn about uniform, Janice,’ he tells her softly.

‘Yes sir.’ It comes out as a little squeak. What Mr Newling is doing to Janice’s pussy is making her shiver. ‘I shall have to do something about it,’ Mr Newling says. ‘I think a good spanking. And then perhaps something else. Does that seem reasonable to you? A good spanking first at least?’

Janice makes a ‘Mmmmaaaa…’ sound. Mr Newling’s fingers have found her clit and are stroking it. She is going to collapse, into an untidy heap on the floor. ‘Yes, Miss?’

Janice can’t even think about what he has said. All that matters in her head are Mr Newling’s fingers.

The hand finally stops, comes away. Mr Newling is pulling her down over his lap. Janice flops over, her head near the carpet. A weak gasp as Mr Newling grabs a handful of soft bottom. ‘A spanking first,’ he tells her. ‘And then a touch of something else. It is essential to get things off on the right foot.’

Janice’s breath gasps out as the first spank slams into her unprotected rear. Momentarily flattening the elastic flesh and leaving a pink handprint which darkens to red as the hand swings back and comes in again, this time cracking in on the other cheek. A second, sharply delineated, angry mark. Very shortly, though, this and the other one are both obliterated as further repeated impacts of Mr Newling’s hand transform the whole of Janice’s writhing rear to a uniform glowing deep pink.

‘How was that for a start?’ Mr Newling taking a little breather is breathless from his efforts. ‘I’ll give you a bit more… and then we’ll try the other.’

The other is the cane. Janice has never had the cane but she has thought about it, the possibility. It is public knowledge that girls doing their Domestic Training can get caned. A gentleman is quite free to use the cane and it is known, or rumoured, that many do. Equally of course others do not, a gentleman may not be interested in that or think it’s a good thing. So it simply depends on your luck. And Janice has thought about it all right before coming here to Mr Newling this morning, her first day. Having to take all her clothes off in front of him was awful, dreadful, as was having to stand there and let him fondle her pussy. The bare-bottomed spanking… that has of course been even worse. But the cane! Anyone knows that the cane is a quite different proposition from anything else.

‘No… please… not… that…’ Janice whimpers when Mr Newling has completed his second session of spanking. She is on her feet again, on rubbery legs, and her poor bottom is red hot. But… the cane…

Mr Newling smiles. ‘Girls have to have the cane, Janice. And you have been very remiss in not making sure your uniform was ready. You had plenty of time.’

Janice shakes her head wildly. The motion is transmitted to the pretty tits which of course are still nude like the rest of her. The tits shake, the pink nipples bobbing from side to side. Janice is close to tears. ‘No… please… A-anything else.’

‘Anything else, Janice? What could you suggest?’ As he speaks Mr Newling’s hand comes out to take hold of the pretty black bush again. Janice is not sure what she means. Vaguely, though, she thinks, well, something. Anything. Yes, anything. Mr Newling’s fingers are in between her legs again. Janice gives another shake of her head, her nipples bobbing to and fro.

‘I don’t know what you could mean, Janice.’ She has not resisted the hand — Janice is not in a state to resist anything — and her knees have come apart as the hand has pushed in. The hand, the fingers, are right in there, where she is all wet. Janice makes a wailing, sobbing sound.

Mr Newling takes his hand away. ‘No, I don’t know what you could mean, Janice dear. I do know that we must have the cane. Oh yes. Essential. Come on.’

He is getting to his feet. The cane in fact is already here, in Janice’s room ready. Standing unnoticed by her against a cupboard. ‘Come on, get yourself over the bed. Your bottom over the edge.’

The cane is as bad as Janice has feared. Even worse perhaps? A white-hot pain that makes her want to jump six feet in the air, climb up the wall, as if she can by some such desperate means distance herself from what is happening to her bottom. Janice can’t do these things and they wouldn’t really help anyway, but she can’t, she has to stay in position over the bed and if she doesn’t stay in that position and keep still she will get a double dose, Mr Newling tells her.

Janice doesn’t keep actually still, that wouldn’t be possible; but she stays in position. While the cane slices in at regular intervals, each stroke feeling as if it is going to take the skin off her poor bottom. She gets six. And then it is over? No. Not yet.

‘Get up, Janice. Now we’ll give you a few in another position.’ The other position is on her back on the bed with her legs held up in the air. Janice’s poor red-striped rear upturned to receive the cane in this new, even worse position. A position that of course is blatantly showing everything. Though that aspect is for Janice at this moment not of paramount importance. It is the cane. The cane that is… CRACKKK!!! ’Aaaiiiooowww…!’ still slicing in.

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Downstairs Darlene has finished her vacuuming. She eyes Mr Newling nervously as he comes back in with Janice. Janice has her blouse and cardigan back on and her black knickers, but not her skirt. She is wiping at her eyes. She has been caned, Darlene knows that. The tell-tale sounds from upstairs have been pretty unmistakeable. It is no wonder Janice is dabbing at her eyes. Darlene feels a sudden hot flush, a sort of premonition. Mr Newling is eyeing her.

‘Finished, Darlene? Good. I seem to recall I was going to give you a spanking but we were interrupted by Janice’s arrival. Yes?’

‘Yes Mr Newling.’ Darlene shuffles her feet. He is going to say…

‘Why don’t we make that a caning instead? You haven’t had the cane for several days, have you? Mmmm? Yes. Go up and get the cane, will you, Darlene? There’s a dear. It’s in Janice’s room.’