Chapter 1
"Pauline! Why the hell didn't you get that customer?" Eamon Allen demanded. "She's left now."
Pauline Davis rasped the emery board across her fingernail. "She wasn't in my department," she said arrogantly.
``But I've said a million times that if you're not doing anything, you go and help out where you're needed!" Eamon snapped.
Pauline pouted, her sassy, sexy features alive with defiance. "So, I should go down to hardware?
"You know what I mean!" Eamon snarled. "Lingerie is next to you. You could help out:"
"Not my job," Pauline said, turning away.
Eamon opened his mouth, changed his mind and left. Pauline sneered after him. He might be the store boss and he was certainly devastatingly good looking; but it didn't mean he could push her around. And even though he didn't undress her with his eyes every-time they met, Pauline knew he had the hots for her.
A lot of men had the hots for Pauline. She was more than pretty enough, with blonde hair falling to her shoulders, wide gray eyes, high cheekbones; a square, strong jaw and a wide, sensual mouth. The rest of her figure was just as good, and she made sure men saw it, too, Her short skirts and dresses had gotten even shorter with the return of the. mini-skirt and she strutted her lovely long legs around in her high heels like an open invitation.
As a result, many men had the hots for Pauline and many men dated her. They spent a lot of money and got a kiss on the cheek for thanks-if they were lucky.
Pauline wasn't going to get herself involved in anything like sex. The idea of being involved with a man made her shiver almost as much as the thought of fucking them. She wasn't sure why she hated sex so much.
Perhaps it was that her mother had a string of lovers after her father left. Perhaps it was that the one boy Pauline had allowed to fuck her had rammed his cock painfully up her pussy; groaned twice and came, pulling his cock out and getting cum all over her panties: In any event, she wasn't going to allow that to happen again.
And; since Eamon had yelled at her, she was going to steal something else. She already had a bottle of perfume from her counter; and now she strolled innocently over to the lingerie.
"Need any help?" she asked the rather overweight girl who worked there.
The girl just looked at her, so Pauline snickered and walked off between the racks. The girl hated her because Pauline got all the dates, and the girl would fuck anything that moved. Only nothing that moved wanted to fuck her. Or so Pauline thought. She giggled as she moved through the racks. She already knew what she wanted, a little outfit that would look great on her. She slid it off the rack and into her purse quickly, strolling back to the perfume counter looking totally innocent.
Later that day; close to five o'clock, Eamon came around again and asked to see her in his office.
"I gotta bus to catch," Pauline said.
"You'll catch the bus, don't worry."
"So, what's it about?"
"I'll tell you in my office," Eamon said.
Pauline shrugged, picked up her purse and followed him.
He closed the door of his office and Pauline got a shock. Standing in the room was a policewoman. A tall, stunningly hard-faced and beautiful brunette. She regarded Pauline from under her cap.
"What's this about?" Pauline asked, suddenly nervous.
"Open your bag," Eamon said, leaning on his desk.
"What do you mean? What right have you got to-"
"Open your bag," Eamon repeated.
Pauline turned and saw that the policewoman was between her and the door. She swung back at Eamon. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"You've been stealing from us," Eamon said flatly.
"That's a lie!" Pauline screamed, suddenly really frightened.
"Then open your bag."
"No!"
"Do you want to see the video of you this afternoon?" Eamon asked. "Not to mention the ones from weeks ago. I've been watching you for some time."
"What fucking video?" Pauline snapped, and Eamon pushed a button on the VCR on the shelf near his desk.
It only took a few seconds for Pauline to recognize herself in the lingerie department, heading for the little outfit she'd stolen. She went white and started trembling.
"No, no!" she gasped.
"Open your bag, on here," he said, tapping his desk.
Pauline knew she was trapped. Her legs were trembling as she walked up to the desk and opened her purse, dumping out the contents, complete with the little outfit she'd stolen, and the perfume.
Eamon nodded and the policewoman came closer, her eyes on the stolen goods.
"Officer Steel here has a list of just about everything you've stolen from us," Eamon said. "You're fired, and she's taking you downtown to charge you."
Sheer terror rushed over Pauline and all her arrogance vanished.
"Please, no, please, Eamon, no, I'll pay it all back!" she screamed, falling to her knees and grabbing for his legs. "Please, I won't do it again, I promise!"
"Damn right, you won't," he said as he kicked her away. "Get her the hell out of here, Julia, would you?"
"No, no! Please!" Pauline sobbed, crawling after Eamon as he made for his chair. "Please, Eamon, I'll do anything, anything you want! I will, I promise!"
"Don't be stupid, Pauline!" Eamon said, pushing her away with his foot. "Now get up. Officer Steel is very busy."
"No, please; Eamon, please, anything! I mean it-anything!"
Pauline crouched at his feet as he turned and stared down at her.
"You don't mean that," he said, a terrible edge to his voice.
"I do, I do, honest!" Pauline cried. "Please, don't fire me, don't send me to jail. My mom and dad would kill me if they found out I was in jail!"
"I thought your family was in a little place downstate," Eamon said, sitting down, his eyes hard. "And I thought your dad left home."
"Yes, yes, but he still lives close. My mom'd call him and he'd kill me!" Pauline wept, wondering what her dad would do. He'd never cared much about any of the children.
"Hmmmm," Eamon said, rubbing his jaw.
"Anything, anything you want!" Pauline sobbed. "I'll pay it all back from my wages, I will."
Eamon laughed. "Anything?"
"Yes, anything!"
"Sign this, then."
The policewoman slammed a piece of official-looking paper down on the desk along with a pen:
Pauline hardly looked at it. It said something about her obeying and paying off the debt, but that was just the first paragraph. She signed with a trembling hand and watched as Officer Steel looked it over carefully.
"Very good," the woman said. She stepped back a little. "So we can start now. Take your skirt and blouse off."
Pauline gasped, suddenly realizing that sex might be a part of her payment. Disgusting though sex was, it was better than jail; but she wasn't going to strip in front of a policewoman.
"Oh, no!" she said. "Not that, oh, no!"
It all happened so suddenly she was face-down on Eamon's desk, his hand gripping her hair tightly before she could resist. She screamed then and kicked her heels up, but the policewoman had her ankles in a grip that hurt as she pushed her legs down. There was a clank, and something slid around Pauline's ankle.
"No! What are you doing?"
Officer Steel grabbed her other ankle and pushed her other leg down until there was another clunk and Pauline's feet were both strapped tightly to the bottom of the edges of Eamon's desk. She was bent at the waist with Eamon's hand still in her hair and her legs were spread wide open. She screamed and twisted, but then shivered and almost threw up as the policewoman slid her hand over her lovely thighs, pushing her little mini-skirt up over her ass.
"Tights," the woman said in disgust. "They've got to go. Give me the scissors."
"No! What are you doing?" Pauline screamed, twisting against Eamon's hand in her hair. "You bitch, stop!" She watched Eamon reach into a drawer with his free hand and pull out a pair of scissors. "I'll scream for help!"
"Go ahead," Eamon said. "My office is pretty well sound-proofed, and this section of the building is closed off now. And, anyway, everybody's gone home."
He chuckled a little as Pauline squirmed and screamed at the feel of the scissors sliding into the top of her tights.
"Stop that; bitchl" she screamed.
But the scissors snipped and the waistband was gone. After that, the policewoman just yanked and the tights tore all over the place as she pulled them to shreds.
"You're going to learn to obey at once," the woman said. "And what you get now, you'll get every time you call me bitch after this. Got that?"
"Bitch!" Pauline screamed in a fury.
"Good," the woman said, ripping the last shreds of Pauline's tights away. "Nice ass." She started running her hands over Pauline's panties and making the little blonde salesgirl shiver. "Now, it's six strokes with this for disobeying, and six more for calling me bitch."
Suddenly she was at the side of the desk with a thin cane in her hand. It was over four feet long and shook as she tapped it in her hand.
"No!" Pauline gasped, out of her mind with terror.
The cane looked horribly painful. She squealed as Eamon grabbed her wrists, his one hand more than strong enough to hold them both:
"Yes," the woman said, "and I haven't even started on your punishment for stealing yet. And your punishment for being such a little shit at work. And your punishment for anything else I feel like."
"No, please, no!" Pauline begged. "Please, Eamon, I didn't mean this. "I'll do what you want, but not this, no . . : aagghh!"
She leaped like a gaffed fish as the thin cane lashed across her tightly stretched panties, beating a thin stripe of agony into her ass-flesh.
"Ahhh, no, no, please . : . uurrhh!"
The second stroke beat an even more terrifying agony through her and she jerked, sweat breaking out all over her body. She struggled desperately against Eamon's hand, but he just leaned back and held her writhing hands with almost no effort at all.
"Three," the policewoman said, lashing the bound blonde hard, stroking the cane across Pauline's tight ass-cheeks with terrifying power.
"Four . . . five!"
"No, please . . . aagghh!"
"Seven, eight, nine!" the policewoman said, her voice cutting through Pauline's screams of pain.
"No, please . . . aagghh! I'll take my skirt off, I will!"
"Having a good time, Julia?" Eamon chuckled.
"Yeah, just like you're gonna have," Julia laughed, lashing Pauline again. "Ten, eleven, twelve!"
Pauline screamed and collapsed across the desk, sobbing and moaning. Eamon let go of her wrists and she reached back to rub her whipped ass. The touch of her hands was terribly painful on her whipped flesh, but it was better than the throb and pulse of the pain from the cane.
"Are you ready to obey me now?" Julia asked.
"Yes," Pauline said, weeping against the desk top.
The clasps around her ankles snapped away, and Pauline's legs were free. She sobbed as she pulled her thighs together and stood up, rubbing her ass through her little skirt. She looked down and saw the remains of her tights all over the floor and wept even harder.
"Come here!" Julia snapped.
Pauline rushed to obey. But her legs were wobbly and she almost fell over. She stood trembling in front of the policewoman, her eyes down, tears running down her cheeks.
"From now on, you call me mistress, got that?" Julia said.
"Yes, mistress," Pauline sobbed, all her will to resist broken.
"Face Eamon and take off your blouse."
Pauline trembled at the thought of having to fuck Eamon. He was the sort of man who wouldn't take any shit from a girl like her anyway, and she knew that. But sex was better than jail, and it wouldn't take long. Then at least she'd be free.
Her trembling fingers reached up and undid the top button of her blouse. Her eyes were still down, but she knew Eamon was taking in her every move, his hard eyes on her lovely body. She opened the next button and the sides of the white blouse opened, revealing the join and beginnings of the cups of her little bra. She knew that Eamon could already see the swell of her tits, and she shivered in horrible expectation.
The next button came undone, and the last one. The sides of her blouse were wide open, showing most of her tits in the half-cup bra. Shivering and moaning, she pulled the blouse out of the waistband of her skirt and let it slide down her arms. It dropped onto the floor.
"Now the skirt," Julia said.
Pauline's lips were trembling as she reached for the buckle of her belt. She sneaked a glance up at Eamon. He was apparently impassive, his eyes as hard as ever. But there was a massive cock-bulge in the front of his pants and Pauline choked, her gaze running helplessly back to the carpet. It looked as if Eamon had an enormous cock, and the thought of that thing in her little cunt made Pauline sick.
But the pain in her ass was far too much for her even to think of rebelling. She slid her belt open, reached for the side zipper on her sexy little skirt and slid it down. Then she eased the skirt over her aching, throbbing ass and down her thighs, stepping out of it and putting it over a chair.
Now she stood in front of Eamon in nothing but her bra, panties and high heels. She knew that his eyes were scanning her delicious body, and that made her tremble all over.
"Get your shoulders back, stand up!" Julia demanded.
Pauline broke out in a cold sweat as she stood upright, her eyes still down.
"Better: Now the bra," Pauline said.
"P-please!" Pauline whispered, terror rushing all over her.
"What did you say?"
"Nothing, nothing!"
"Bend down and hold your ankles," Julia ordered.
"What?" Pauline gasped.
"Or you'll be over the desk!"
Instantly, Pauline slid her hands down her legs and held her ankles, her ass thrusting up in the air. She was rather proud of her ability to bend down and show off her legs to the best advantage. Now she was absolutely terrified.
"Two things," Julia snapped, laying the cane across Pauline's shaking ass. "You never speak unless spoken to. And you forgot mistress."
"Sorry, mistress!" Pauline squealed.
"Did I tell you to speak?"
"No, no, sorry, mistress."
"Take your bra off."
It was very difficult, bent over as she was, but Pauline managed to reach behind her and unclip her bra. It dropped away from her tits at once and she let it fall by her head; staring at it and shaking all over in her terror.
"Open your legs wider," Julia said.
That too was difficult, but Pauline shuffled her high heels out over the carpet, moving slowly until Julia told her to stop.
"Hmmmm, nice tits, too. See that, Eamon?" Julia said.
Eamon walked slowly to the doubled-over Pauline and looked down at her luscious tits. They were just the right size for her body, swelling, low-slung mounds with pale areolas and tight little nipple buds.
"Hmmm, yeah, not bad," Eamon said. "A lot of people are gonna enjoy those."
"Yeah," Julia chuckled.
Pauline gave a shaking sob of distress: The way the two of them were talking, there was obviously a lot of pain and humiliation to come for her.
"Okay, little bitch, I'm giving you a choice," Julia said, tapping the cane in her hand. "You can either beg me to give you two strokes of the cane right where you are, for talking out of turn and not saying mistress. And; believe me, that's a very small punishment for those. Or you can refuse to do it and be over the desk again, where I'll give you another twelve and we can start again. You'll hold your ankles the whole time, or it'll be the desk for you anyway. So, which is it?"
Pauline moaned and gasped at the way she was trapped: There was only one thing she could do, but her voice caught in her throat. Never before had a police uniform inspired her with so much fear. The tight black skirt Julia wore, the equally tight jacket and white blouse, the black seamed stockings and high-heeled boots; all made Pauline shudder.
"Come on;" Julia snarled.
"Please, mistress, I'll take my punishment like this," Pauline wept.
"Beg me to punish you because you've been such a bad girl!"
"Please, I beg you, mistress, punish met I've been such a bad girl!"
"And I'll hold my ankles the whole time!" Julia prompted.
"And I'll hold my ankles the whole time!" Pauline wailed.
"That's three strokes."
"Mistress!" Pauline screamed.
"You're learning," Julia said, running the cane lightly across the little blonde's shivering ass.
Pauline closed her eyes, weeping horribly. But she couldn't keep them closed-the agony of expectation was too great. She opened them again to stare up through her spread legs at the cane, hovering over her ass. She gasped as it swept down and then she screamed, jerking horribly, clutching her ankles as tightly as she could as the thin wood lashed into her tight panties.
"Say, thank you;" Julia said.
"Aagghh! Thank you!" Pauline gasped.
"Four strokes."
"Mistress!" Pauline screamed, her ass spasming in her agony.
She could see Eamon as well, standing where he could get the best possible view of her ass. She could see his cock straining against the front of his pants, and she just wanted to die.
But the cane was hovering over her ass and she tensed in her pain, watching in horror as it lashed down.
Her panties split under the blow and she lurched forward, screaming in agony, gripping her ankles as hard as she could: Somehow she managed to get upright without falling over, gasping and screaming the whole time.
`Well?" Julia snapped:
"Thank you, mistress!"
"What a good girl." Julia sneered and lashed Pauline's ass again.
This time Pauline collapsed, her legs shaking, her ass stinging from the blow that cut another gash in her panties. She fell to her knees, sobbing and weeping, gasping for breath.
"Get up, hold your ankles!" Julia screamed, sounding beside herself with fury. "Get up, you little bitch-or I'll whip the shit out of you!"
Pauline's bubbling screams were endless as she struggled up, bending over and holding her ankles again, her ass burning with all the fires of hell as she heaved it up at the cane.
"You forgot something!" Julia snapped.
"Uurrh, thank you, mistress!" Pauline wept.
She held onto her ankles with knuckles that were white with the strain. She watched Julia hold the cane over her trembling ass.
Julia laughed. "Beg for it, bitch-it's the last one."
Pauline sobbed, but she knew she had to obey. "Please, please beat me!"
Julia laughed and whipped the cane into Pauline's ass; sending the helpless little blonde screaming with agony as she dropped back to her knees and crouched on the floor, rubbing her whipped ass:
"Ready to obey; you little bitch?" Julia yelled down at Pauline.
"Yes, yes!" Pauline cried; rubbing her ass.
"Roll over!"
Pauline obeyed at once, rolling onto her back; her eyes almost closed.
Julia stood over Pauline's trembling face, spreading her legs wide.
"Like the view?" she sneered, hitching her tight skirt up a bit.
Pauline could see right up Julia's long legs to the crotch of her tight black panties. She could see the tops of Julia's stockings and the white flesh above. She shivered in even greater horror. She'd heard about women who wanted to fuck other women; and now it looked as if she'd met one. Only the sight of the cane in Julia's hand kept her.in line.
"Yes, yes, mistress;'' Pauline moaned.
"Good; open your legs."
The terror and disgust got worse for Pauline; but she obeyed, opening her lovely legs, showing the bulge of her pussy-mound in the tight panties.
"Pull your legs back, over your head. Touch them to my boots," Julia demanded.
Pauline couldn't stop her tears. Eamon stood close beside Julia and his eyes mocked the little blonde salesgirl. The enormous cock-bulge in his pants seemed to Pauline to have become even bigger as he ran his eyes over her helpless body. But, with a moan of horror, Pauline did as she was told; lifting and spreading her legs up and over, running them down until her toes 'touched the sides of Julia's boot heels. She was bent double, her pussy and ass thrusting up, the crimson of her whipped ass shining through her tight, ripped white panties.
"Rub your pussy for us," Julia instructed.
"What?" Pauline gasped.
Eamon dropped and had a grip on her ankles before Pauline knew it. The cane lashed down, right across one cheek of her ass, then up and back; lashing across the other ass-cheek. Pauline's screams of agony rang from the walls and her body jerked, but she was held too tight to escape:
"Let's try that again," Julia said, her voice suddenly sweet and cloying. "Rub your pussy."
"Ohhh, yes; mistress!" Pauline wailed.
Her hand slid down fast; rubbing over the tight crotch of her panties while her other one rubbed her ass in horrible desperation. She rubbed her pussy as she did in bed at night, privately. Never would she have allowed anyone to think that she did this to herself.
"Pull your panties away," Julia ordered. "We wanna see your pussy!"
Pauline couldn't believe that things had gotten this bad. Her sobs of horror got louder as she pulled the crotch of her panties aside and showed her soft red cunt-lips to Eamon and Julia. Her pussy-lips were almost hairless, just a little down on them and a rather bushier growth on her pussy-mound. So every inch of her outer cunt-lips could be seen, along with the red double line of her inner cunt-lips and the deep gash between them.
"Rub your pussy, bitch!" Julia snapped, tapping the cane in her hand.
Pauline shuddered as she obeyed, rubbing her inner pussy-lips and the hard bud of her clit between them. Her pussy was bone dry in her terror and her fingers clung to her cunt-flesh, but Eamon and Julia didn't seem to mind.
"Yeah," Eamon chuckled, "that's a nice package, all right."
"You look as if you're horny enough to fuck her all night," Julia laughed.
"Easy," Eamon said, his eyes running all over Pauline's shivering body. "I've wanted to get my hands on this stuck-up little cunt for a long time."
Julia laughed and tapped Pauline's ass with the cane. "You going to behave?"
"Yes," Pauline moaned. "Yes, mistress!" she screamed, just in time to stop another stroke of the cane on her ass.
"Get up," Julia said.