Bonding

Synopsis

Charlotte’s two friends, Sally and Gallie half trick her to performing on to the stage at a club spanking session. She finds herself being turned on by her ‘punishments’. This takes a back seat when her firm sends a batch of its employees on a disastrous ‘Bonding Week’. Trapped on the moors in bad weather she shelters in Bob’s tent and bonds with him. Meanwhile, most of the group are caught out in the open in atrocious weather and not all survive. Back home, she plots to avenge herself on Sally and Gallie and in turn tricks them into performing unwillingly in front of an audience.

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Bonding

by obohobo

Chapter 1. Charley’s first act

"What am I going to do with your girl?"

"I don’t know Sir."

"Cane her! Cane her! Cane her! Cane her! Cane her!" the audience chanted. Charlotte could hardly believe she was doing this. If only Sally and Gallie hadn’t been so pushy. If only she hadn’t accepted the free wine. If only she hadn’t needed the money. If only she hadn’t an exhibitionist streak in her. If only.... Her thoughts were quickly thrust into the background by the chants. Now she stood on stage dressed as a schoolgirl in front of her ‘headmaster’.

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Charlotte and her work colleagues Sally and Gallie had visited this club several times. It gave them a sexual buzz to watch the erotic dancing and receive lewd comments from the men enjoying an evening out. All three girls were more or less bisexual. Sally and Gallie lived together and had a definite lesbian relationship but were not averse to having a man inside them too. Charlotte preferred men but enjoyed making love to a woman, or two, as happened when she stayed with her friends occasionally.

The private club catered mainly for male clients and featured a cabaret of strip shows and sexual dancing. Usually on a Friday evening, the programme included a sketch where a woman had her bottom bared and chastised. Gallie heard about the club from a boy friend that took her there as a guest and finding the entrance fee was much reduced for women, introduced Sally. They enjoyed seeing the girls naked bodies as much as the men. One of the dancers they met in a toilet was a woman lover too and came home with them. From her they learned a little of what went on behind the scenes at the club. Open public sex was prohibited but many of the club members booked into a small hotel nearby and would make arrangements for the girl performers to visit them.

It was not long before Gallie persuaded Charlotte to join and on her first visit the sketch was of a young nun being punished by a priest as a penance for writing "I love Jamie" in her prayer book. After a reprimand the priest ordered her to kneel in prayer and while she was bent over, he lifted her dress and pulled down her blue cotton knickers exposing her bottom and cunt. The ‘nun’ kept repeating her "Hail Mary’s" while the audience breathed excitedly as the priest took a strap from the wall.

"The only man you are to love here Sister is Jesus. I will have to beat this Jamie person out of your mind," the priest growled. Eight times the strap landed loudly on the girl’s backside. Each time it landed her prayers were interrupted by a yell of pain. The colour of her bottom and her cries all seemed very real and many of the men in the audience had hard bulges in their trousers and when the curtain closed on the scene, there was a general exodus for the toilets. Charlotte found herself very wet and needed to rush to the toilet too to wipe herself. Gallie and Sally smiled when she left their table and later, back in the privacy of their flat questioned Charlotte.

"That spanking scene got you really horny didn’t it Charley?" Gallie giggled as she asked.

"You know it did," Charlotte responded. "I’ve never seen anyone take punishment as hard as that. I’ve never been spanked in my life and didn’t expect it to make me dribbling wet."

"Never been spanked. Perhaps we should correct that deficiency in your education now Charley," Sally chipped in. She too was grinning. Charlotte had decided to stay the night with them rather than get a taxi home and all three were sitting in or on the bed having a last glass of wine before turning in. At the club they restricted their drinking mainly because of the high prices charged.

"That’s a good idea," Gallie giggled, "Payment for sharing our bed is a dozen smacks on that lovely bare arse of yours." Despite Charlotte’s rather feeble struggles the two soon had her pinned over the edge of the bed and Gallie began spanking and laid six hard ones on each cheek. Towards the end they made Charlotte cry out and she was relieved when the dozen was over and Gallie started playing with her cunt.

"She’s wet again," Gallie grinned.

"My turn now." Sally changed places with Gallie.

"No! I’ve had my dozen smacks." Charlotte wailed.

"It was a dozen from each of us. Didn’t we make it clear dear?" Once again Charlotte’s bottom was treated to a hard spanking. This time every hit hurt badly and she wriggled incessantly. Gallie had difficulty in holding her and threatened further spanking with a slipper if she didn’t hold still. Eventually it was over and Sally plunged her mouth over Charlotte’s cunt and thrust in her tongue.

"Ummm! Nice and juicy," murmured Sally. "I think you really do get off on this spanking lark.

Over the next two weeks Charlotte tried to analyze why she became so horny watching girls getting their bottoms hurt and why she got so wet when the girls had spanked her. They’d been back to the club twice more and each time after the ‘whacking sketch’ she’d had to go to the toilet and remove her uncomfortably wet knickers. On the last occasion, the trio had met a similar age group of young lads and had gone to their hotel for a mini orgy. The challenge was for all three boys to screw all three girls. Charlotte got her full quota but the other two boys had too much booze in them to make it a third time and all three were still sleeping when the girls left next morning.

Unbeknown to Charlotte, Gallie had a word with the club manager and made an arrangement for the following Friday. When they were seated, the waiter brought them a large bottle of white wine, compliments of the house. Charlotte vaguely noticed her glass always seemed full but didn’t twig anything amiss and was sitting feeling nicely happy when the manager came over. "Good evening ladies. Enjoying the wine." The girls thanked him. "There was a reason for providing it," he went on, "I’ve been let down with this evening’s sketch. The girl who was to take part has flu and I wondered if one of you would like to take her place. It’s only a little spanking sketch. Father catches daughter coming home late smelling of booze, takes her over his knee and gives her bum a few strokes with his slipper. Shouldn’t hurt much and I’ll provide free wine for the table and £100 for the girl who gets the slipper provided she plays her part well and doesn’t cry off half way through the scene. There are also the tips. You’ve seen how the men throw coins on the stage after a performance I’m sure. What do you say ladies?" All three shook their heads although Charlotte’s was less strong than the others. "The sketch is not due on for half an hour. I’ll give you ten minutes to discuss it and then if one of you decide to do it, you’ll have twenty minutes to get into costume and find out the scenario. It’s mostly ad lib."

Under pressure from her friends, especially from Gallie, Charlotte felt almost compelled to do it. "You’ve had most of the free wine," they informed her. "You could certainly use the extra hundred quid and we would get our wine free for the rest of tonight. That would save us a good bit."

"And I won’t be able to sit for the weekend."

"You know how horny you got when we spanked you. You know what happens when you watch the sketches."

"Yeah. And you want everyone to watch me. I don’t think so Gallie. Why don’t one of you two offer."

"We’re not into that like you are. Just think of the extra thrill of having others watching. All those lovely men looking at your bum. All of us staring at your lovely cunt getting wet in front of their eyes. Just think of the hundred quid. Remember how wet you got when we gave you a little spanking." So the arguments for her to take part went on until she finally gave in.

In the end it was the alcohol haze, the pushing of her friends and the hundred pounds that virtually forced her. Her car needed a repair so the money would come in very useful. The boss made her sign a disclaimer form and showed her to a dressing room that was not much more than a small store cupboard. One of the dancers found a short, a slightly too small, tight mini dress which zipped all the way down the back, a teenager jacket and a skimpy pair of panties. No bra as the dress was too tight. Dressed, she was taken and introduced to John, her ‘father’, a younger man than she expected. His dress consisted of pyjamas, slippers and a thin robe.

"You will pretend to creep in but I will be waiting in the armchair and will give you a bollockin for coming home late and drunk. You will tell me to fuck off or whatever. Be as rebellious as you like in typical teenager style. That’s not long ago for you is it? I become annoyed and pull you over my lap and give you a slippering. It will hurt but not as bad as it sounds. The sole of the slipper is loose for most of its length so it will make a loud sound. We’ve also powdered the sole with rouge to redden your arse more than the slipper would on its own. It all makes it look good for the punters. Don’t mention this to anyone and certainly not to those friends of yours. Yell as loudly as you want. Plead for mercy, scream and curse as much as you like. Just try and get into the part and you’ll do fine and have a nice little cash payment at the end and perhaps some tips. You okay with the script?"

"I suppose so. I don’t really know how I let myself in for this." Charlotte had started to shake with nerves.

John put his arms around her. "Don’t worry about it. We have creams and stuff here for afterwards and I can give you some comfort if you need it. In fact I would be delighted to." Charlotte guessed how he would comfort her but thought that might be the best part of it.

"On stage now John and girl please!" The voice came through the door.

Unseen hands held Charlotte back in the wings while John seated himself. Slowly the curtains drew back to applause from the audience. "Wait," the dancer holding her whispered. Charlotte had almost leaped on the stage to get it over with. "Remember it is late at night, you think your father is abed. You have to creep in and not disturb him. Calm yourself." The dancer held her for a few more minutes until she thought the audience had waited long enough for some action. Letting go, she whispered, "Tip toe in."

On stage the light was quite dim, just enough for the audience to pick up her form. Moving as silently as she could, once on centre stage Charlotte removed her shoes and began walking across the floor. Suddenly all the lights went on. John stood and grabbed her. "So," he yelled, "You were supposed to be in by 10:30. It is now 1:30 and you smell of booze. I warned you last time, didn’t I?"

"Yes, Daddy. Sorry Daddy. I won’t do it again. I’m tired and I want to go to bed now."

"You can go to bed as soon as I have dealt with you. What did I say I would do last time?"

"Nothing Daddy."

"Oh yes I did as you well remember girl. Now what was it?"

"You said you’d spank me Daddy. But I’m sure you won’t really do that. I’m too old for spankings now. I’m nearly sixteen now." So the pair kept up a dialogue for some minutes with threats and pleas until John grabbed her and pulled her over his knee. However when he tried to pull up her skirt it was too tight. The dress would have to come off. This was not in the script! He could have spanked her over the skirt but the audience would have been disappointed. Acting outraged, John sat his daughter up, removed her jacket and flung it to the floor. Charlotte protested vehemently and for real remembering the dress hadn’t been suitable for wearing a bra. Her struggles delighted the onlookers. Eventually John got the zipper down and peeled her dress away from the top, turning her so the viewers could see her tits in all their naked glory. "So my slut of a daughter doesn’t even wear a bra to go out for the evening. I can guess what you hoped your boyfriends would do once they fed you a few drinks." Charlotte was blushing deeply and trying to get away but John kept a firm hold of her wrist as the dress fell to the floor. Now all she wore was the tiny knickers and a pair of socks.

"You still think you’re too old for a spanking girl?" shouted John, "Perhaps you’re right. My hand may be too soft for a girl as old as you. Perhaps this big old slipper of mine will be better." This of course brought renewed struggles and pleas from Charlotte.

John was fit and strong, that she could tell. He wasn’t going to let her escape. Soon Charlotte found herself draped over his lap, her bottom facing the crowd. As she wriggled, John leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Remember the cash. You have to earn it. You’re doing great so far." With one hand he held her body still with the other he pulled the flimsy knickers off. Charlotte tried to kick and then remembered the more she did that the more the audience could see her cunt so she stilled herself.

"Whap!" the first slap with the slipper seemed to resound in the club. "Christ that hurt!" Charlotte yelled. It was no fake yell.

"You’ve got to remember it daughter dear. By the time I’ve finished with you, you won’t want to sit down for a week."

"Whap!" Although she couldn’t see it her bum was colouring up nicely and again, although she didn’t believe it, John was pulling back a little at the last moment so her arse didn’t quite take the full force of the blows. It was audience participation time and they were all shouting for "Harder! Harder! Harder!". Amongst them Charley could hear Gallie’s distinctive strident feminine voice.

"Whap!" "Whap!" John didn’t hold back on the fourth blow. Unfortunately Charlotte’s bum was rising at that time and the slipper connected unusually hard.

"You bastard!" Charlotte yelled, "You bloody bastard!"

"That’s no language for a young lady to use," John laughed now as the slipper came down again, this time pulled back. "Whap!" "Whap!"

Somewhere in the back of her mind Charlotte heard the clink of coins being thrown on stage but she was more concerned with the pain in her arse and worse, the embarrassment of her becoming wet between her legs. John was still holding her very firmly and could definitely see her juices were flowing.

"Whap!" "Whap!" "Whap!" "Whap!" "Stop please. Daddy stop. No more." But her cries now were becoming less demanding. She could feel John’s full erection still hidden beneath his robe, against her stomach. Her loins rubbed against it. Her clit rubbed against his leg. She was getting very aroused and wasn’t able to hide it. John could certainly see and feel what she was doing.

"Whap!" "Whap!" "Whap!" "She must be nearly there," he thought. He paused and let her continue squirming on his legs and then brought the slipper down "WHAP!" "WHAP!" "WHAP!!"

"Aaaaghhh!" Totally humiliated Charlotte climaxed on stage in front of room full of people including her friends. More coins and notes landed on the stage.

The curtain closed and the dancer wrapped a robe around her. It opened again and John stood and held her while they both bowed. And when the curtain closed John led back her to his dressing room, praised her act and without further ceremony laid her on a small cot. "You’re ready for this now," he said, showing his full erection. Charlotte just opened her legs.

It hurt when his body pressed against hers but she was past caring. John pumped his cock hard and Charlotte responded with fervour until finally they climaxed and collapsed. It was then the pain really hit her and John suggested a shower. While they showered together the dancer, who turned out to be the manager's wife, Juliet, came in and unconcernedly addressed the naked pair. "Floor takings tonight came to £156. That’s £52 each. You each get a third," explained to Charlotte, "And the club gets a third."

An hour later she carried a cushion to her friends table. To her surprise she was clapped as she entered the room and several invited her to their table but she declined. The pain was hitting her now the sexual buzz had begun to wane and she just wanted to be quiet for a while until the pain subsided a little. Gallie greeted her laughingly and said she put on a great performance but Charlotte glowered at her. "You two owe me for your part in this. I could hear you, Gallie, above all the others. I know what happened and how you planned it with the boss last time we were here. You are both going to have to look after me for the weekend."

"Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it though, Charley, we all saw the way you came on stage," Sally grinned. "It will be something you’ll remember for the rest of your life."

Chapter 2. Voluntarily caned

Now here she was again on stage at the club having ‘volunteered’ to do another ‘whacking sketch.’ This time it was to be the cane. It would definitely be more painful but the pay was doubled. John was to wield it. He assured her he would pull the strokes provided she kept still. She didn’t really believe him but still she could do with the money. The car repairs had cost more than anticipated. "How many strokes will you give me," she asked.

"As many as we think you can take. Probably ten. It shouldn’t be that much worse than last time, Charley." Again she didn’t believe him.

Here she was, dressed in a school uniform that was too small, her hair in a pony tail tied with a ribbon and with tie awry, standing in front of her ‘headmaster.’ At her back an excited audience watched.

"What am I to do with you Jane?" the man in the mortarboard and gown repeated. Not waiting for an answer, he went on, "This is the third time in two weeks you have been sent to me for misbehaviour. Rudeness this time. Calling Miss Harper an old cow is not the sort of behaviour or the language we expect from pupils at any school, certainly not this one. I guess it has to be expulsion this time. Your parents won’t be very pleased, will they?"

"No, Sir."

"I spanked you last time but that didn’t do any good. Your behaviour hasn’t improved one little bit. If fact you are causing others to become troublesome too. Yes, I think expulsion is the only answer unless..."

"Unless what Sir?"

"Unless I try caning you."

"Oh no Sir. Not the cane!"

"Yes, Miss. Expulsion or the cane and I warn you it to be fully effective it will have to be on the bare bottom in front of the whole school. Which is it to be. Expulsion or the cane?"

"Please Sir. Neither. I couldn’t take a caning and expulsion would disgrace my parents and be worse in the long run."

"Well, we’ll just have to ask your school mates to decide for you." The ‘headmaster’ turned to the audience. "What shall I do with her?"

"Cane her! Cane her! Cane her! Cane her! Cane her!" The words were screamed out and as the lights were panned around Charlotte saw Sally and Gallie yelling with the rest. "It’s fine for them," she thought to herself, "I get a sore arse and a few quid. They get free wine for nothing except a bit of care afterwards and they enjoy that anyway as it involves my cunt and bum."

Playing her role Charlotte turned to the crowd. "I thought you were my friends! Don’t we all go to this same school? You know how cruel this headmaster is. Tell him to let me off. Tell him please."

Again the audience chanted "Cane her! Cane her! Cane her! Cane her! Cane her!"

"Let us get this over with Jane. Your schoolmates think you should be caned. Look at your girl friends over there." The lights panned to where Gallie and Sally sat. "Do you think she deserves the cane girls?" John asked.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Gallie shouted, "She needs it good and hard,"

"And that’s not the only thing she needs hard," chimed in Sally. The comment brought laughter and more lewd comments from the audience.

"Your friends and school mates believe you need caning so I’m going to have to do it. They are waiting to see it. I am going to have to make an example of you so they will know to toe the line."

"No Sir, please don’t Sir. The cane will hurt too much."

"Stop wasting our time Jane. Take that skirt off and drop your knickers."

"No Sir! It’s not right that I should have to show myself to all these other children." Before the show, as part of the scene, John had suggested Charlotte be stroppy and refuse to co-operate with the headmaster. She wasn’t told why. Anyways it’s not right a man should cane a girl. Nor should all those young children see my ... my private bits."

"Are you refusing to remove your skirt?"

"Yes, Sir."

The headmaster walked to the front of the stage. "Ah Mr. Peters," he said pointing to a well built man seated at a table close by, "And Mr. James," he pointed to another powerful looking man, "Would you both like to come into my office and assist?" Both men came up. Turning to Charlotte he went on. "You have made it a little more difficult for yourself Jane so I’ve asked your P.E. and History teachers to help." To the two men he said simply, "Hold her still."

Charlotte hadn’t expected this much audience participation. "I’ll do it," she yelled but it was too late. Her arms had been grabbed. Peters, she knew it wasn’t his real name, grabbed a tit as well as an arm and this annoyed Charlotte. She struggled to free herself but in doing so the blouse tore and everyone could see the big hand gripping her tit.

"Hold her still please," the headmaster repeated. For a few moments she tried to kick but then was relatively quiet while he unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Her arse still covered with a large pair of navy blue knickers contrasting starkly against the white of her blouse and thighs. Placing his hands on the elastic waist, the headmaster quickly pulled the knickers down revealing her white bum flesh. Although the redness and soreness from her previous slippering had long gone, Juliet had covered her bottom with pale make-up.

"Bring and lay her over my desk," the head ordered the two men, "Stand the other side and hold her chest flat down on the top." Charlotte again struggled but was no match for the two powerful men, In only resulted in her blouse being further torn. James joined his colleague in holding a tit and an arm.

"Let me go! You have no right to treat me like this. I’ll tell the governors. I’ll tell..."

"Tell whoever you like Jane. It won’t make any difference. In any case the governors are sitting at the back waiting like the rest of us for you to behave and take your punishment. I’m already adding extra because we’ve had to get Mr. Peters and Mr. James in to help. If we have any more nonsense from you, you won’t sit for a month, not just a week!" For a while Charlotte ceased her struggling and just muttered her favourite swear word, "Bastards."

From a nearby cupboard, the head removed a long, hook ended, school cane. Swishing it through the air to make it sing a menacing song, Charlotte looked up, frightened now her caning was getting near to a reality and it didn’t sound like a play tool at all.

"Well Jane, that’s the lovely sound this little stick makes. Now let us hear your song." John in the guise of a headmaster debated just how hard to hit. Her arse had taken more of the slipper than he’d expected so he decided on a moderately sharp one to begin with.

"Swish, CRACK!" The flexible rod caught Charlotte across both cheeks just above the crease with her thighs. The lightly rouged cane left a lived red line broken only in the centre where her cheeks went inward.

"YEEOW!! Christ. Not so hard. You’re cutting me!" The two men barely held her to the desk.

"You felt that one Jane. Perhaps next time you want to break our rules you’ll remember it and the ones that are going to follow. I am sure Miss Harper will appreciate what I am doing.

"Swish, CRACK! Swish, CRACK!" Two more good strokes in quick succession brought further howls and pleas to stop. Charlotte knew it was to be painful but not as painful as this. "Swish, CRACK!" A fourth stripe appeared. So far they were all parallel and close spaced. Tears flowed as the girl sobbed with the pain.

"Swish, CRACK! Swish, CRACK!" "That’s the standard boy’s school six of the best Jane but I think you deserve more than that, don’t you?"

"No! No! You’ll damage me for life. I’ll be scarred. Stop. I’ve had enough. Let me go and change."

"Not yet Jane. We have to show the boys and girls out there your sort of rudeness and bad behaviour will not be tolerated and there is a lot of your bottom that is not yet striped."

"Swish, CRACK!" The terrible pain inflicting cane fell on her tormented arse six more times before the head put the cane down. John noticed she wasn’t as wet this time. Probably the pain was greater than her arousal. However, he wasn’t finished with her yet. He turned to the audience.

"Boys and girls of this school. You have seen this naughty girl punished from a distance. So that you may fully appreciate her sorry state and will know what you are likely to get should you err, I will move my desk to the front of this platform and for the next five minutes you may come and view her punishment at close hand." Signalling to the two men at the table, they pushed it and Charlotte to the front. A trickle of men came up followed soon after by a queue of people, including Sally and Gallie.

"My God, she really had a thrashing this time Sal. She’ll need more than a weekend to get over this," Gallie remarked. "Guess we’ll get the blame us for getting her into it this time too. We only suggested it. If you put your face close you can feel the heat." Charlotte couldn’t reply. Her head was still flat on the table, her body held down by the two men.

"I reckon it will take more than that headmaster’s cock to put out the fire this time," Sally replied but she wasn’t laughing. Their friend would hurt for days.

As they came to the stage, coins and notes were again left. Charlotte would need them to make up for her time off work.

Shortly after the curtain closed, reopened for her bow. John supported her during the applause. Her own legs would not hold her up. Back in the dressing room, John laid her face down over the edge of the bed and gladly releasing his cock, entered her as gently as he could. They had agreed he could fuck her when they returned although at the time neither had thought she would be as badly punished as this. John knew now he had gone further than he anticipated but at the time keyed up by the excitement and egged on by the crowd, he hadn’t realised.

"Sorry Charley but I need this and we agreed." Fortunately his cock wasn’t long in loosing its load. Juliet came in with the cash box but had yet to add it up. Seeing the full horror of the badly scored bum she immediately did what she could to relieve the pain but it was little enough.

John held her carefully under the shower for a long while and gradually Charlotte’s body began to respond again. "Never ask me to do that again," she said. "It was far beyond anything I expected. Never in my life do I want to feel the cane again." Juliet sprayed her arse and told her to rest on the bed for a bit. At the same time she told John to keep his cock tucked in his pants. Ten minutes later she brought the two girls in. "Boss has agreed she can keep the club’s part of the tips and John has forgone his too. Perhaps that will in part make up for the pain. Boss will also have our driver take you and the girls home in our mini-bus when you’re ready. It was over an hour before Charlotte felt like moving an inch.

Before they left the club manager who Juliet simply called Boss, came in thanked and congratulated Charlotte on her performance and expressed his regrets that she was hurting so badly. They all guessed he’d made a packet from her that evening.

It was Wednesday of the following week before Charlotte could walk sufficiently well and her personality had returned sufficiently for her to do her work as a receptionist. She explained her sore bottom as an ulcer that wouldn’t heal which caused a little merriment amongst her work mates.

Chapter 3. The bonding course

"...by sending you here for this week Grant and Grant expect that you will get to know each other much better and to pull together as a coordinated team, as a team striving to do their best for the company," Senior Manager Copely ended his fifteen minute introductory speech to the thirteen employees sitting in the lounge of a small hotel on Dartmoor.

"Crap!" The expletive exploded from Robert Eason. Robert worked in IT. It was his responsibility to keep the computer systems running and updated.

"I do hope you are not going to continue with that belligerent attitude for the whole week Eason. It won’t further your position in the company if I have to report you to the MD." Stan Copely looked at him sharply. He knew the IT geek hated social events and never attended any of the firm's functions. He had to force him to attend this course and vaguely knew that the only reason he had agreed was because the hotel was on Dartmoor, which was an area Robert knew well. Much of his spare time was spent walking the Tors.

"Crap!" Robert repeated. "We are all individuals. We have our own lives. The company doesn’t own us. I work for Grant and Grant because they pay me to do a job and I do that job well. If everyone does his or her job well the work gets done. All this week is doing is to waste the company’s money. Probably just to further your ego."

"The company is generously giving some of the money you have helped to earn, back to you by paying for this week. In return they hope you will all bond together in a positive way. Not as individuals each fighting for their own little niche."

Robert kept silent. He didn’t really want to enter into an argument. Slumping in his corner chair he prepared himself for an evening of boredom. Senior Manager Copely continued his pompous and arrogant speech by outlining the evening’s activities. "Grant and Grant are paying for the drinks tonight so make the most of the bar and then we are going to play some party games to get us in the mood and to get to know each other."

Stan himself dragged Robert on to the floor for the first round of musical chairs. "So bloody childish," Robert muttered and quickly offered his seat to Mary from accounts and returned to his corner. Next came the string game. Three teams of four and a ball of string. Each team had to pass the string up the leg of the first person and out the top of the shirt and on up the leg of the next until all four members were tied. Stan didn’t take part and nor did one of the older women. Of course it was arranged boy girl, boy girl. Janet copped a feel of his cock as she passed the ball up his legs. Robert blushed. He was very shy with girls, except when he had to explain the workings of their PC to them.

So the games went on. Twister. Blind Man’s bluff. Pass the parcel. All more reminiscent of children’s birthday parties. More and more as the evening progressed and the alcohol took its effect, the games got increasingly sexual. By ten thirty several couples had disappeared and Robert went to bed alone. Tomorrow he knew would be more to his liking. They were to hike to a hut on the moors. Spend a night there and do an orienteering course the following day, returning to the same hut at night. Stan had it all planned, or so he said. That worried Robert. In distance the hut wasn’t all that far but some places were steep and none of the others seemed to have any experience of walking. He hated walking at a snail’s pace but thought he could probably stride ahead and wait for them at some point.

Stan arrived late at breakfast with Barbara Maitland at his side. He had a quick cup of coffee and then announced, "In the hallway there is a small rucsac with a packed lunch and emergency rations for our walk to High Tor hut. Take a waterproof and wear decent shoes. Leave mobile phones, make up and other unnecessary things behind. Travel light. On this part of the bonding week you will experience a little hardship and it will be up to you to help each other through these hardships as part of the bonding process. The walk is not far but is more than most of you will have done before. As I said it will be part of your team effort to help each other through these little hardships. Accommodation at the hut is primitive. Almost back to nature. No electricity, water from a well. We have arranged for food to be at the hut for us but we will have to cook it ourselves. Assemble outside at ten."

Robert stood alongside his big red rucsac, his walking boots on and ready to go. Three others were outside too. Only Charlotte McReady, the receptionist looked like she was equipped for walking. She had proper walking boots and a small framed blue rucsac. The two men with her wore trainers and the little rucsac supplied by the hotel. Charlotte came to him.

"It doesn’t look as if it will be a fun walk Robert and the forecast is not good. We should have been away two hours ago."

"You look as if you’ve walked before Charlotte."

"Mostly in the Dales. Never been to Dartmoor."

"Probably it’s more wild and open here. And you’re right about the weather. Sunny and nice now but heavy rain is forecast for this afternoon. Don’t suppose Mr. Senior Manager took the time off from screwing Barbara to find out."

"I gather you two don’t get on." Charlotte laughed.

"He’s just an upstart yes man. Lick the boss’s arse man. Perhaps he’ll lose a few pounds off his belly during this walk. If he ever appears." Little by little the group assembled but it was 10.30 before they finally started off and not before Robert and Stan had another little altercation.

"You were told to travel light, Eason. You look as it you’ve got the kitchen sink in there. Go and empty it." Copely ordered.

"No way," roared Robert, "I am not quite as stupid as you think. This is my hiking gear. I always walk with it and I’m taking it with me today. And you can put that in your stinking report!"

"You are letting the team down, Eason. We are all going with just the basics. You should do the same. Go and unload your stuff. You surely don’t expect to need that rope for a little trek across the hills. You think that Tor is the Eiger?"

"Piss off!" With that Robert easily shouldered his rucsac and started along the trail. Stan fumed with indignation. Slowly the others gathered their stuff and followed. Charlotte was glad Stan ignored her rucsac. It was much smaller than Robert’s but still larger and more comfortable than her team mates. At first she was in the middle of the crocodile as it made its way along the path but she became weary of the slow stumbling pace and as they began the first quite gentle climb she gradually found herself ahead of the others. Robert she could see on the skyline, walking with an easy grace.

After an hour and a half and many stops with barely three miles walked the party stopped for lunch. Charlotte saw Robert had stopped too at the top of the col and forged ahead to catch up with him. "I once took a group of primary school children on a nature walk. I think they did better than our workforce," laughed Charlotte as she reached him.

"Yeah. I know what you mean Charlotte." Robert smiled back. "And it will get worse," he added pointing to the clouds that had just began to appear on the top of High Tor.

"Call me Charley. My friends do."

"Bob." Incongruously they shook hands.

"How long before the rain comes Bob?"

"An hour, maybe two. Can never be precise. Sometimes it seems to hang back, others it drops down like a bomb. But when it comes it will get pretty bleak on the tops. We’ve started out far too late for this jaunt and they are so slow, even if the weather held, they would be lucky to get over top before dark. Charley, I think they could get into real trouble."

"We all could if they hold us up. What should we do?"

He took out his map. "In another couple of miles when we’re over this col we could follow the contours round instead of going over the top. That way we would be in the lee of the mountain and have a certain amount of shelter. Trouble is, that route is about three or four miles longer."

"You realise they only have the tourist information leaflet map, Bob?"

Bob looked at her. "Surely not. Even he wouldn’t be that stupid surely. That’s a stylised thing. Okay for the waymarked paths like this in good visibility but gives no idea of the ups and downs and makes the paths seem like roads. Useless if the weather closes in." Bob paused and thought "Let’s walk on, take a look at the path and have lunch there until they catch up."

"Well you are a sly pair," Stan remarked as the gaggle finally arrived, "I suppose we can all guess why you went ahead." He gave a knowing laugh and some of the others sniggered.

Bob stood and faced him. For a moment some thought he might have hit Stan but loud enough for all to hear Bob spoke.

"For once in your miserable life listen, and listen good. See those clouds?" He pointed to the Tor. "They are the fore runners of some severe weather that is coming. Heavy rain and wind. If you take these people over the high path they will get the full brunt of it. Charlotte and I are going by a lower route. It’s maybe four miles longer but is not as steep or as exposed. Either route is going to be too much for this group. I suggest you take them back to the hotel. If that is too much like defeat then, like us, try the lower way. Even if you choose our way, you won’t make the hut tonight. At best you might make it to the village of Cwm Magoch which is off to the left of the path in about six miles. Going over the top at this time of day with the expected weather, is foolhardy."

"Who are you trying to frighten? The weather’s fine. The path is clear and well marked. I don’t think any of this team will want to walk the extra miles. None of this group is going to give up. Guess you knew that. You just want to be alone with Miss McReady and we can guess why."

"Senior Manager Copely, I am publicly warning you, in front of all the others. You are putting their lives at risk if you continue over the top. The forecast is bad for later today. You have no conception of how bad. The group is moving like snails and the pace will get worse as the steepness increases and the party gets tired. I say again you will be putting your party in grave danger if you continue over the top of the Tor." Bob stopped his speech and looked at the group. They seemed uncertain. "As I see it, you have two alternatives, take the lower but longer way and be prepared for a night in the open if you can’t get down to the village, or go back to the hotel. The hotel is by far the best option for you. The further you go on, the further it will be to go back. I advise all those who are already finding the way somewhat difficult to go back now. The rest of you will need to decide in the next half-hour or so. Do make your own minds up. Our manager may be good at work but out here he is totally inexperienced."

"When I want your advice Eason I’ll pull the chain," snapped Copely. "I cannot see any of this group wanting to walk an extra miles. The sun is out, the path is clear, so I cannot see why they would need to return. The hut is just over that hill. You go and do your bonding with Charlotte. We’ll wait for you at the hut." Turning to his group Stan ordered them on and upwards. Slowly the party ambled on.

Two girls remained. "I’m going back. I’ve blisters I can hardly walk on already. God only knows what it will be like further on," Sally said to her friend.

"Sod him and his assessments. My feet are killing me too. Replied her friend Gallie as they started back down the track. "Watch what you get up to with him Charley," Gallie laughed as she waved them on.

"You’re very wise Sally. I’m glad you’re both are going back. You two are not outdoor girls and you are definitely not equipped for walking the hills." Charley laughed at them, "I can cope with the walk and with Robert if I have to." Billy, a junior salesman, yelled to Stan that he couldn’t let the girls go back alone and ran to join them. That left nine heading up the mountain.

"Call Daphne Charley." Daphne was one of the last in the line and was coming abreast of them. When she arrived, Bob took a gadget from his rucsac pocket. "Put this in your pocket Daphne. It’s a beacon transmitter. If you get into trouble press this button and it sends out a radio signal that can be picked up by rescue teams. The batteries don’t last too long so wait until daylight and then switch on for five minutes and off for fifteen unless you hear the rescue team or the chopper."

"You really think we could be in that much trouble?"

"It could happen."

"Come with us Robert, just in case. You’re more experienced in mountains than Stan."

"If I come with you, Stan will still not want to take any notice, in fact he will go against anything and everything I say. Better for the rest of you to go back but I know that so many of you value your careers and he holds the key to them or thinks he does. Charley is risking hers now."

"Yeah, I guess she is. Hope she thinks you’re worth it!" Daphne smiled knowingly. "I’d better catch them up. I hope you’re wrong about the weather." Daphne was a keen sportswoman and was fitter than many of the others. She was actually wearing brogue shoes with thick soles. Not ideal but far better than the trainers most wore. Charley and Bob watched them for a few minutes before starting off on the lower trail. It was less well marked but by referring to the map and taking compass bearings every so often, they followed it well enough.

An hour and a half later, the first spots of heavy rain hit them. They stopped and pulled out their bright yellow rain gear. The sun had disappeared behind a dark black cloud and the wind rose. "Pity this didn’t come an hour ago Bob. It might have made them turn back. With the very slowest ones returning to the hotel, they are probably over the top by now and will think they are nearly at the hut."

"In a way you’re right, but I doubt they will be at the top yet. It’s very deceptive. I know because I’ve done that route a number of times. What looked like the top from where we stood, is only a bump. There are several more like that and the top is several miles further than they think. This wind will be in their faces and I guess the view is totally blotted out by the cloud now. When the path ran under the shelter of an overhanging rock and Bob again delved into his rucsac this time retrieving his hand GPS set. He showed Charley. Have you seen one of these Global Position Sets? I haven’t used this in bad weather yet but it supposed give our position accurate to within 15 metres."

"Another one of your gadgets," Charley commented, "You IT geeks are all alike." Bob looked up sharply but she was smiling at him and there was no insult in her voice.

He consulted the map hanging around his neck wrapped in its polythene bag. "Well it seems to agree with where we think we are on the map but we’ll keep checking. That cloud is coming down the mountain pretty fast." Fifteen minutes later it enveloped them reducing the visibility to fewer than one hundred metres. "You keep checking our direction with your compass Charley and I’ll try and see the path and watch the direction on the GPS.

Chapter4. Inside and outside

Sally, Gallie and Billie arrived at the hotel, soaked through, tired and very relieved to see the neon lights of the hotel sign. For nearly half an hour they had seen little except for the path. Several times they imagined they had walked miles passed the hotel but then came to a field gate they recognised from the outward journey. From there it was still a mile to go.

Dripping they entered and took their topcoats off in the porch. "I need a shower," Sally sighed.

"You’ve been having one for the last hour," Billie quipped.

"A hot shower without clothes on stupid!"

"I’d like to see that!" Billie was in a buoyant mood now he was safe. "Surely it’s worth at least a peek after guiding you down that trail? We could do some real bonding."

"I’d want you to do more than peek but the bonding could be fun." laughed Sally.

"Am I to be left out?" Gallie interrupted.

"Not necessary, Gallie. We’ve shared before. Let’s all go in one shower together and do some bonding that doesn’t involve walking and the bossy pratt Stan." All three went to Sally’s room and helped each other strip off in the bathroom. All their garments were wet through. Billie’s cock stood out proudly and provided a convenient handle for Gallie to haul him into the shower. Sally immediately joined them. Inside the small shower cubicle, the three pressed themselves close and allowed the luxuriously warm spray flow over them. Each used their hands to fondle any body part that became available. In the end only Sally’s towel was available and they all had to share to dry themselves. Sally claimed it first but had to watch while Gallie knelt and took Billie’s cock in her mouth.

"My turn," Sally exclaimed as she threw Gallie the towel and placed her lips around the boy’s cock. It was but a short time after, all three were in Sally’s bed with Billie thrusting hard into Gallie’s cunt. She had won the ‘pick the hand’ choice to have first fuck. Billie yelped as Sally slapped his arse repeatedly to make him thrust harder into her friend. They were no strangers to sexual threesomes and foursomes they shared a flat which had only one large bedroom and had long ago agreed that if one brought a boy or girlfriend home, the other could still use the room and the friend too if they didn’t mind. For a while they had two boys that were friends and didn’t seem to mind which of the two they were in bed with and each would try and outdo the other in the bizarre things they would attempt. Both girls had all their holes well reamed at that time and had started to get into being tied and helpless while their partners played at raping them. Then there were the times when Charley shared their bed. For now though, there was only one boy and they had to share. Still that was no great hardship.

"This is much better than a grotty mountain hut with no electricity, no running water and earth bogs, even if they get there," Sally murmured contentedly. The other two wholeheartedly agreed. They were not wrong.

*****

"We must be near the top now," whined Barbara. "You said it wasn’t far Stan. We’ve been going for miles and miles and now the sun has gone and it's started to rain." Others were moaning too. Stan tried to goad them on but he himself was weary. It was far harder than he expected and could only just about put one foot in front of the other. It was also far steeper and the rain was beginning to make things slippery.

"We should have listened to Robert. He seemed to know about mountains and is equipped properly." Stan angrily spun round to see who made comment but in doing so slipped and fell heavily on a boulder. It didn’t help his temper. Panting and trying to stand, he winced from the pain. His chest had hit the rock hard. Severely overweight, the fall, and as he later found out, cracked his ribs and made breathing increasingly painful. Knowing he had to lead or lose his position as top dog, he started walking. Tears filled his eyes as he took each painful step. The cloud came down. Visibility reduced to a few metres. White out conditions. Blindly he kept on but unknowingly he strayed from the path and away from their destination. An hour later everyone knew they were totally lost. Everyone was soaked through and shivering from the icy wind. It was early May but near the top of the Tor the wind ripped through every item of wet clothing. Some had thoughtfully packed an extra sweater, which helped, but none had clothing that kept out the rain for long. The waterproofs they’d been issued with were not breathable and soon the insides were as wet as out. Only Daphne wore shoes that had some grip in the muddy conditions, the others were sliding and slipping at random.

"We’re lost," Barbara wailed. "We’re lost, wet and so cold we’re likely to die of hypothermia. And it’s all your fault Stanley Copely. You should have listened to Robert. You should have planned this better. We should have had guides. We should...."

"Shut up Barb. Complaining isn’t going to help," Stan wheezed. "We have to find a way down." His words were drowned by others in the group complaining.

"I’m not moving." It was Peter from accounts that spoke. "In this visibility we could walk over a cliff very easily."

"We need to get out of this wind though," Roger Banks chipped in. "Out here like emperor penguins, we’ll freeze to death. Let’s move on very cautiously until we see one of those large rocks we can shelter by. There were plenty on the way up but I haven’t seen one for a bit, but then we can’t see much anyway." There were a few who supported his view and so they moved on, slowly getting further and further from their destination and nearer to dangerous cliffs and a quarry. It was nearly dark when a large boulder loomed up. By then all were extremely tired. Two of the ladies were limping and several of the group had abrasions and cuts from falls. Stan ordered everyone to go into a huddle to protect each other from the wind and share what little body warmth they had. It was perhaps the first piece of good advice he’d given them all day.

"Anyone bring their mobile?" Peter asked. "You bring yours Stan?"

"No, I wanted to set an example."

"Surely one of you disobeyed the boss," Peter questioned. "I’m sure he won’t worry about that going on your assessments now. It could save us."

"I think Gallie had hers but that’s no help," Barbara sobbed.

Peter went around the boulder and pissed. On his return, he suggested everyone did that before it got really dark. "Make sure you keep where you can touch the rock and don’t stray away from it. I suggest we let the women go first as I am sure they won’t want to feel their way along a rock that is wet with piss although in this weather it won’t notice. You wouldn’t even notice if you wet in your pants." Barbara and Daphne went together. Barbara was crying loudly at the mess they had got into. Janet and Mary followed separately. Jim and Dave went and returned. Roger went and didn’t return. Foolishly he wandered off, thinking he saw a cave which would provide better shelter. I was an illusion that always seemed just a little further on. No one heard his cries as he fell to his death over the edge of the quarry.

"Roger’s been gone a long while," Daphne remarked.

"Yes, I noticed," Peter said glumly. "He’s foolish enough to have wandered off. I’m going to walk round this lump of rock and if he’s not there, we’ll look in the morning, we cannot do any searching now however much we want to." He reached the far side of the boulder and yelled but his voice was thrown back by the wind. With a heavy heart he completed the circuit and returned to the group.

They all sat close together in the wet boggy grass under the lee of the rock. The fact that it was wet didn’t make much difference. They were soaked and it was easier to sit than to stand. Stan’s wheezing was getting worse but no one seemed to care. Each had their own pains. Everyone felt colder than they believed possible. The violent shivering stage had started and although they clung tightly to each other, nothing would stop it. Through chattering teeth Peter spoke. "We have to keep awake. Don’t let anyone drift off to sleep. If they do they may well not wake up. Every now and then squeeze whoever your holding. Talk to them. Sing. Ask questions. Complain about management. Anything to keep awake. They did.

Though out the seemingly endless night, they huddled, cried, talked, coughed but stayed awake. Peter did a roll call every fifteen minutes and made sure each one answered however feebly. About 4 a.m. the rain and wind eased slightly but it was of little comfort to the sodden group. As dawn approached and the sky lightened a little, a little hope returned but when they evaluated their position, it was bleak to say the least. No one knew they had not arrived at the hut unless Robert and Charley had made it there last night. They too may have been caught in the mist and had to spend the night in the open or gone to the village they mentioned. Even if they reached the hut, they would walk the route they should have taken, to see if they had returned to the hotel. Only then would the alarm be raised.

6 a.m. It was light but the mist clung to the mountain and visibility was less than 100 metres. Stan was in severe pain. Two women could hardly talk, only Peter could stand on his feet and stagger around the rock. Everyone was tired, exhausted and extremely cold. Their faces and lips were blue and haggard. Peter decided they had no option but to stay put for the time being. "Unless this lot clears and we can see exactly where we are, we all stay here," he informed them. "I don’t think anyone is capable of going back to the hotel to raise the alarm. For the time being he seemed to be in charge. It was then Daphne haltingly told the others about the transmitter but her fingers were too cold to operate it. She passed it to Peter.

Chapter 5. In a tent together

Slowly and carefully Bob and Charley made their way along the narrow path. The diffused light of the mist made it very difficult to see the track in places but by constantly checking compass direction and the GPS they knew within a little where they were. 5:00 Charley noted her watch. "Bob, were not going to make the hut tonight are we?"

"I doubt it. I’ve been thinking. If we carry on for another mile around the bend in the valley we’ll come to Tor Crags where they do a lot of climbing. At the foot of the crags is an open meadow where climbers often camp. I thought we might pitch a tent there."

"You’ve a tent? What else do you have in that bag of yours?"

"Enough for tonight. We’ll have to leave this path and do a scramble over some rocks and up a steepish grass slope. In this weather I suggest we rope together in case one of us slips. Normally I wouldn’t bother but we could easily get separated." It was the work of moments for him to link them together.

Charley quipped, "Is this a bonding or a bondage course?" Bob had begun to like her dry sense of humour. The rope wasn’t actually needed and they arrived at the meadow without mishap. Even in the shelter of the crags, the wind was strong but Bob’s experience soon had the tent pegged down and pumped up. Charley loosened her boots, pulled her body inside and took her boots off and emptied the water from them outside. The rain still pounded down but it was nice not to feel it in her face and not to have the wind blowing her around.

Bob heaved her rucsac in and then his own. "Put them each side of the door. I’ll get some water but we won’t be able to have a hot drink yet. Daren’t light the stove inside. There’s a sleeping bag in the bottom part of my bag. Charley ferreted in her ‘sac and found a LED torch. It gave a good light and the batteries would last for a long while. She lay out the sleeping bag wondering if he would offer it or perhaps share?

Some minutes later she thought, "Bob’s been gone a long while. Perhaps he can’t find the tent again! It’s very gloomy now and the mist is thick." Picking up the torch and finding her emergency whistle, she pulled her coat back on. Standing by the tent she shone the torch through 360 degrees and blew short blasts on the whistle at about ten second intervals. She was rewarded by a shout after the second blast.

"Thanks Charley. Never thought it would be so damned easy to get lost in such a short distance." He settled in and they discussed the situation. "We can only hope they decided to return when we weren’t looking Charley. If they’re out in this they’re in real trouble. Did you bring any food?"

"Still have most of my packed lunch and luckily its still fairly dry. Some chocolate bars and Kendal mint cake."

"I’ve my emergency pack of dried food but I’ll leave that until we’re really stuck. Only the cake left from my packed lunch, a couple of Mars bars and three nut bars. Not a banquet but we won’t starve." They pooled they meal, put some aside for breakfast and sat and continued discussing the situation with the others. "I’m going to phone the hotel to see if they returned and to let them know where we are," Bob announced.

"Naughty, naughty. Mr. Senior Manager ordered us to leave our mobiles behind. I’m sure that will go on your assessment. And mine," she added as she took hers out.

"I just hope he disobeyed his own rule and took his." Bob laughed at her. "It’s damned foolish to go out in the hills these days without one. He tried the hotel but there was no signal. Hers was the same. "We’ll need to get clear of these crags before we can find out anything. That’ll have to wait till morning now. We’ll have an early night and get away as soon as we can. That may depend on the mist lifting."

"Do I get to share your sleeping bag, Sir?"

"You have it Charley. We won’t fit in with our clothes on." Bob blushed at the thought of what he had said.

Charley laughed, "That’s what I thought. I’m not going to take if from you so we’ll have to share. You strip off and get in and I’ll crawl in afterwards." Seeing he was somewhat embarrassed by the suggestion, she added. "You can keep your underpants on."

Bob shivered as the cold air in the tent hit his flesh and scurried between the folds of the bag. Charley quickly stripped off to her knickers, snuggled up close and zipped the bag up. He felt her tits press into his chest. His cock started to harden despite his wishes. Her thighs rubbed against his. "You haven’t had a women before have you Bob?" she whispered.

"No," he whispered back.

"It’s okay. Nothing to worry about. I guess you’re about 26 now so it is time for you to lose that virginity. It doesn’t hurt a man and I want to pay for my board and lodging for tonight." Charley giggled. By now Bob’s cock had stiffened further. Charley felt it and gently massaged the stout shaft then eased his pants down and made him kick them off. "Push my knickers down and feel me too Bob. We’ll take it easy and get used to each other. It’s going to be a long night so we’ve plenty of time." Confined inside a tight sleeping bag in a small tent there wasn’t much room but Charley managed to ease the virgin cock inside her and get her partner to start humping. He knew what to do from videos on the Internet and at home he wanked himself several times a day but shyness had prevented him asking out any of the girls he came into contact with. At work he was always polite and helpful but never tried anything even slightly risqué. Any conversations always concerned the working of their PC’s. None of the girls thought to ask him out either. They assumed it wouldn’t be fun.

"Is it alright if I...?" Bob started.

"Yes. I’m on the pill so give it to me." Charley was beginning to really enjoy the feel of his cock inside her. She hadn’t seen it yet but she could feel it was larger than most of her past boy friends. Larger than John’s. Involuntarily she shivered at the remembrance of that night only two months ago. Soon he shot his load and they lay quiet for a time, his cock still resting inside her. Charley kissed him fully on the mouth and giggling whispered, "How does it feel not to be a virgin now?"

"Great Charlotte. I didn’t think it would be so different from my hand."

"It was great for me too, Robert." It seemed strange and yet right to use formal names at this time. "I want you to leave it in and do it again when it gets hard enough." She squeezed her cunt to try and prevent losing his cock and slowly she felt it harden again. Bob had less hesitation the second time and fucked with enthusiasm and took longer before depositing his load inside her. This time too, she climaxed noisily. Both lay awake holding each other for some time, thinking but not talking. Bob worried over the others but was pleased that he at last had a real naked girl in his arms. Charley too worried over the state of the others but her thoughts were more on the strange dichotomy of her life; the clubbing side where she volunteered to be caned and the outdoor life walking the hills. She’d resolved not to go back to the club even though her bum had fully recovered because she knew once she was inside the door she might be tempted to act a scene. However her resolve had been abandoned after only three weeks. Sally had persuaded her to go with them again but so far Charley had resisted all attempts to get her to perform.

4:15 a.m. Charley moved as she tried to read the figures on her watch. "What time is it?" Bob asked.

"Four-fifteen. Can’t hear the rain much now and the wind seems to have eased."

"Hope the fog has lifted. It should be light about six. I think we ought to be away as soon after light as we can Charley. I have a gut feeling they won’t have reached the hut last night either and if they spent the night in the open, they’ll need urgent help."

"Yeah, nothing we can do for now, but there is something else that needs urgent attention first." Reaching down she gripped his piss-hard cock. "There’s nothing we can do for the next hour except..." Bob didn’t need any further invitation and for the third time that night, for the third time in his life, he slipped his cock inside the woman’s cunt.

A little after five, Charley unzipped the sleeping bag, wrapped her coat around her and slipped outside. Bob switched on the inside torch. Outside he heard the tinkle of her piss. Soon she was back inside complaining it was cold out. Bob glimpsed her naked body as he struggled out of the bag to let her in and in turn he went to pee.

"I’m getting dressed," he said when he returned. "I think I can get the stove going outside now and we’ll have a hot drink and some breakfast then break camp as soon as it is light enough. Okay with you?" Charley nodded. She would have preferred staying in the sleeping bag rather than having to pull on damp clothes but like Bob she was very concerned over the others. Like him she tried to hide the worry. Each had a mug of black coffee and some chocolate.

"What’s the plan Bob? Continue to the hut?"

"Yes. Well get back to our path and when we get up to the shoulder, I’ll try the phone again and the beacon. If Daphne set the beacon going we will know they are in trouble and we’ll have some idea of the direction. Even if the beacon is on we’ll pass close to the hut so best look in to see if any of the group made it. Then play it by ear."

Chapter 6. Rescue

It was barely light when they broke camp. Mist clung to the ground but the visibility was over 100 metres and both guessed it would improve when it became lighter. Bob phoned the hotel as soon as they reached the shoulder. "Only three arrived back here Sir," the receptionist replied. "Should I inform Mountain Rescue?"

"Ask them to stand by. They might have reached the hut and be safe. We’ll be there in half an hour or so." Bob held the small aerial and slowly swept it in an arc. "No emergency beacon, Charley but we’ll need to listen for another fifteen minutes in case it is an off period." They walked on. Bob with his earpiece in listening and sweeping with his hand. Suddenly he stopped. "There’s a signal. It’s weak though." he shouted. He pointed the GPS in the direction of the strongest signal and took a bearing. "Time to call out the cavalry."

"Hi Bob. This is Tony Davey. We met over in Cwm Gwydder a year or so ago. Remember? You have a problem?" Bob explained the situation, gave his position and the line of the beacon. "Either the battery on the transmitter is low or they are further from where they should be than I expected. I would guess they are the other side of High Tor, which puts them dangerously near the quarries. We will check the hut first and then Charley and I will head over that way. Can you get the search chopper out?"

"We have problems too. Bob. The chopper’s over the Irish Sea doing a rescue but we’ll head for the track to the quarry. May take us an hour from here. The boys are arriving now. Keep in touch on..." He gave the emergency number and Bob gave them theirs.

As expected the hut hadn’t been used. The supplies in boxes marked Grant and Grant party were unopened.

"Hi Tony. Hut’s not been used. The beacon angle from here gives an intersect with the previous one that puts them just above the quarry. How you a doing?"

"Not good. Track to quarry was washed away with the rain. Heading to Gyll Farm and will head in from that direction. We picked up the beacon too and it confirms you’re probably right about the position. Means a longer walk for us. Chopper’s still out at sea."

Visibility was now a quarter of a mile but the air was still damp and misty and with the breeze again picking up, it was becoming clearer by the minute. An hour later they rounded the side of High Tor and the signal came in clear. "We’re getting close Charley. The fact that someone is operating the beacon means that one of them at least is alive. It’s pretty steep and slippery down this bit so we’ll have to be extra careful. I’m roping us up and we’ll ease each other down the worst bits." It was indeed a slippery slope and several times the rope was needed to check them down. It was eight forty-five before they spotted the group. They sat unmoving, huddled together. Bob shouted. Someone raised an arm. No one stood. "Not a good sign," Bob thought, "But at least some are alive."

"We’ve found them Tony. Eight here. One is missing. They all need medical assistance. Hypothermia and various injuries. Only one able to stand and he can hardly walk. How far away are you?"

"Less than a mile. Don’t move them until we arrive. Any news on the missing one?"

"Not yet. Peter is trying to talk with Charley. Hang on she’s coming over now." He passed the phone.

"Hi Tony, this is Charley."

"Hi. Didn’t realise Charley was a woman. What's the news? They are all sheltering under a big boulder. Apparently they each went to pee before settling down. In the fog they were told to keep one hand on the rock so they wouldn’t wander off. Roger never came back. It’s only a hundred yards from the edge so perhaps...?"

"Yeah Charley. I get the picture. Tell Bob, the back-up team is arriving and I’ll get some to check the quarry. Just heard the choppers back in base. It’s got to refuel and then it will be with you. Keep the beacon on."

An hour later the last of the group had been airlifted to hospital and Roger’s battered body was being recovered from the quarry. "You coming down with us?" Tony asked.

Bob looked at Charley. "I think I would like to spend today up here rather than face all the inevitable questioning. The forecast is pretty good for today so perhaps the air will clear some of the horror of this away," Charley replied slowly. "We’ll spend the night in the hut and return to the hotel tomorrow. If that’s okay with you Bob?" Bob knew she was very upset over Roger’s death although she didn’t know him well. She would need some comforting later when the adrenaline induced excitement of the rescue faded. He thought he knew the sort of comforting she wanted or needed.

Early May wasn’t a popular time for walkers on Dartmoor, especially as the weather had been intermittently bad since the middle of April. Bob and Charley had the hut to themselves. They’d done a ten-mile hike but finished early in the afternoon and returned to the hut, made themselves a proper meal, dried their clothes and tent. Darkness came but the hut was warm with the wood stove burning nicely and the Tilley lamp hissing and bathing everything with it yellow-white light. Bob seemed quiet.

"You worrying about what you should have done to prevent yesterday?" Charley asked.

"Some but I’ve been wanting to say sorry to you. Sorry for taking advantage of you last night. I shouldn’t have done it when you were vulnerable and couldn’t refuse."

Charley laughed out loud. "Silly man. I took advantage of you. And I’m going to do so again now. Come here. I’m going to undress you where I can see you. I only caught glimpses last night now I want to see as well as feel you. And I want you to see and feel me too. That’s why I wanted to stay here the night, away from the hotel. Away from the other two and the worry of phone calls. Sally and Gallie might be my friends but they will rib me unmercifully about being with you all night. That can wait till tomorrow. Our mobiles are off. No one is likely to come this way now. It’s warm and cozy and I’m going to undress you." As good as her word, shortly after Bob was naked in front of her. She pulled his cock to her mouth and sucked it hard for a few minutes. "Your turn. Undress me."

With shaking hands, Bob performed his task and unasked kissed her breasts. Charley pulled his head to her and demanded he suckle them. Her nipples became hard and erect. Slowly she pushed his head lower. Bob knew what she wanted. He had seen it in the videos. Her clit throbbed as he sucked and nipped it. "Fuck me Bob. Fuck me now!" Charley cried. He did. Throughout the evening they fucked like rabbits. To Bob it seemed he had to make up for all the wasted years of making do with his hand. He wanted to try all those things he’d only seen in pictures. His tongue found its way inside her. Her mouth sucked his cock She took it into her from the front and back until exhausted they lay down and slept until morning and nature called them to the outhouse where they sat alongside each other while their bodies rid themselves of their waste matter. "Let’s go back to bed and do it one more time before we have to head back to reality," Charley suggested.

Chapter 7. Home

Reality it certainly was. Arriving back early afternoon they were greeted by reporters, police and a TV crew. It seemed they were sort of heroes and had to endure endless questions and give radio and TV interviews. Finally it calmed down and by evening dinner there were just the five around the table. The eight brought off the mountain were being kept in hospital for another night at least but it seemed they would all recover physically. Janet had a toe removed through frostbite and all her toes were in a bad way. She had poor circulation problems before she set out and they didn’t yet know if she would walk properly again. Stan had lung difficulties as well as the cracked ribs and chest bruising caused by the fall. Twice he had been on a respirator when one lung collapsed and the other only performed painfully. This was not helped by questions from the police concerning his part in the death of Roger and the ordeal the others had suffered.

Conversation over dinner was confined at first to the events of the previous day, and what would happen when they returned to work. Speculation on what the inquest would find. Suddenly Gallie chirped up, "Enough of this misery stuff, what we really want to know is how you pair of love birds made out in the tent and in the hut last night. Knowing you Charlotte, I guess you soon had him inside your panties."

"So what if I did?" Charley laughed. "We had to keep warm and we only had one sleeping bag. And the nights are long when there is no light except for a torch and you need to conserve the batteries."

"And you needed to recharge yours," laughed Sally noticing Bob was blushing furiously.

"Was she naughty? Did you smack her bum?" Gallie teased.

"And I suppose you needed some male comfort too? Was it a threesome last night?" Charlotte hit back.

"We needed someone to tend our blistered feet!"

"An I suppose the attention went much higher. Or were their rub burns in your crotches?"

"Did you get him to give you a good spanking Charlotte?" Sally persisted. Turning to Bob she asked, "Did you know she likes her arse warmed, Robert?" He shook his head in bewilderment at the conversation. Billie too seemed embarrassed. Sally continued, "When we all first started at Grants, we used to go clubbing together and a year or so ago ended in a bondage place. We were offered free drinks for the evening if one of us would act as a naughty schoolgirl and have her bottom smacked. She did it. When we went back another night she took the cane and then went backstage with the man and earned enough for a few more nights out. I am sure there were other times we didn’t hear about. Isn’t that right Charley?"

"Well sorta something like. But no he didn’t spank me. Walking on the moors is difficult anyway and almost impossible with a sore arse. There was also the worry over the group so most of our thoughts were on where they were and if they made it to the hut and their chances of survival in the open." Charley replied with a frown but then grinned and added, "I got tied to him for a bit but that was for safety reasons. Now change the topic, You’re embarrassing Bob."

Later when Bob and Charley were snuggled in the bed in her room, the phone rang. Bob being nearest automatically answered it. "Guessed where you would be sleeping - or not sleeping," Gallie laughed, "You warmed her bum yet, Bob?"

"Gallie. Get your rocks off with Billie. Leave us alone. You may not have still not have realised but we’ve been through a helluva traumatic few days. We saw what the rest of the group looked like when we found them. It was pretty horrible to say the least. We saw Roger’s mangled body as they lifted it from the quarry. All this while you three were playing in bed. Now do us a favour and let us be. Charley needs comfort, not spanking at this moment. Okay Gallie?"

"Sorry Bob. We didn’t think. Sorry." Gallie’s voice was quiet. Charley listening alongside him thought how her opinion of him had changed over the last few days. When he came to sort her PC he was quiet, efficient, always trying to do the best for her but never putting himself forward. He was a background person. On the mountain and now with Gallie, he was authoritative. In charge. He was the only one to stand up to Stan. He made his decision on where to go and had publicly rebuked his boss. "Perhaps he will control me a bit too," she thought as they again snuggled down and gently played with each other before falling to sleep.

Next day most of the groups were released from hospital but it would be some days at least before they were fully fit. Only Janet and Stan were kept in. Janet couldn’t walk and would be in a wheelchair for some time if not permanently. Stan’s lung problems had turned to pneumonia, which the doctors were trying to control but he still wheezed badly. Natalie Grant, daughter of the CEO of Grant and Grant arrived seemingly more concerned on damage limitation and reducing any liability to the firm. Young, pretty and very pleasant, she may have had some success, with the men at least, had not the horror of the night on the mountain still been uppermost in their minds. Best she could offer was counseling. Few really heard or took in what she was saying.

That night Bob asked Charley if she wanted to tell him about being spanked and caned. "I will Bob, but now is not a good time. There is too many unpleasant painful things on my mind at the moment," she answered and Bob left it at that.

Friday, the following day and the official end of their bonding course, saw a sombre group boarding the coach to take them back to their base in Suffolk. All six released from hospital looked haggard and most walked badly. Billie, Bob and Charley helped wherever they could but the long journey only allowed those who suffered to brood and dwell on the ordeal. Many bemoaned the fact they hadn’t heeded Robert’s advice. That was easy with hindsight. At the time they were more concerned with their positions at Grant and Grant.

On their arrival in Ipswich the coach was met by an Anglia TV crew and reporters from the local paper and radio station. After a tearful reunion with his wife, Peter openly spoke out about the leadership of the course but Robert when questioned only gave the merest details of his part in the rescue. All quickly tried to disperse to their homes.

Bob phoned Charley on Saturday to see how she was and on Sunday went into work to fix a network problem that had arisen during his absence. At work next day he was surprised at Charley’s reluctance to speak to him apart from the statutory "Good Morning". For the remainder of the week, it was the same. Polite general conversation, even during interviews with upper management on the course and the inquest that was scheduled for the following Tuesday week in Exeter. Bob phoned her at the weekend but only received a polite reply and a refusal to go out for a pub lunch with him.

Gallie noticed Charley’s stand offishness with Bob too. He’d been in to fix a minor problem with her PC and he’d remarked on how little he seen Charley since their return. "It is a though the relationship we had on Dartmoor never existed," he complained to her.

"You know why don’t you?" she replied. Bob shook his head. "There you were master and in control. Here you are only the boot boy who comes when ordered to fix our computers. She respected you there. Here you’re just Mr. Nice Guy. Snap our fingers and you’re there to help. I told you she likes men who are MEN. Men who will make sure she behaves and if she doesn’t will warm her arse good and hard. Think on it Bob. We all like you. She does too, I’m sure. I think she testing your resolve." She went on to tell him in a much exaggerated way, Charley’s episodes at the club and grossly over stated just how much Charley wanted and needed to feel the pain of punishment and how sexually excited she became after being slippered and caned.

That night and for much of the week, Bob did think long and hard about his relationship with Charley. He knew he didn’t want to lose her.

Friday morning, Charley fired her computer up at reception. A pop-up menu appeared which filled the screen.

You’ve treated me badly Charley.

For that you must be punished.

Be at my house at 6 p.m.

Bring what you need for a weekend stay.

Wear a loose skirt.

This is an order, not a request.

RSVP Bob

The pop-up disappeared after a few minutes but kept reappearing every hour or so and every time she tried to access a new file. "Sod, the man. Sod him. I’m going clubbing with the girls tonight. Need to take my mind off the inquest that’s on Tuesday." By mid afternoon the pop-up had become so annoying she called the IT department and asked for Bob’s assistant. "Will you please tell Robert to turn that bloody thing off my screen. Please," she added.

"What’s the problem?" he asked.

"Robert knows."

An hour went by. The pop-up’s still came up and Charley was fast becoming infuriated. Sally came into reception just as she swore at the screen for the umpteenth time. Seeing what was written, she laughed at Charley. "Email him saying you’ll attend. You don’t have to come with us tonight and I’m sure you’ll have fun with Bob and get a warm reception by the look of things." Sally laughed and then turned serious. "You like Bob a lot. We all know that. Get your arse over to him and take what he gives you for being a bitch these last couple of weeks." Charley hesitated. "Email him while I watch," Sally goaded.

"Will do as you order Sir." The pop-up’s ceased. "Have a nice weekend," Sally smiled, "Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do."

Work finished at 4:30 on Fridays. Charley had only an hour and a half to go to her home at Bucklesham on the eastern edge of Ipswich, change and pack and then get back across town in the rush hour to Flowton, a village six miles to the west.

Her mind had been in turmoil since she accepted his order. Indeed it had been in turmoil all day since she opened her computer first thing that morning and saw the message. She knew she liked Bob. They got on very well together on the mountain and she liked what he’d done in bed but then there had been the excitement and danger of the situation. "Can I hack life as a boring housewife?" she’d asked herself. Telling herself, "No," she’d decided to play it cool with Bob. She didn’t want to hurt him. He was too nice for that but she didn’t want to drag out a relationship that might never go anywhere. "Better end it, Charley. He only had a crush on you. It was his first time fucking a woman for God’s sake." Her resolve almost ended when she saw the hurt in his eyes that first morning back but gradually he’d acquiesced and Charley had decided he really was not the one to dominate her. The pop-ups had partly changed her mind. They were the work of a computer geek but they had got through to her until she had agreed. Now, as she rushed around to pack she wondered what would happen between them that weekend.

"Damn, I’m going to be late," she said as a villager directed her to the other side of the straggling village. "Too bad. Can’t be helped." It was 6:15 when she pulled into Bob’s driveway.

"Come in Charley," Bob greeted her with a peck on the cheek, "Your table was booked for 6:00 but I can keep things warm. I presume when you go clubbing you have a drink or two and eat before the main events." Charley just nodded as he led her into the lounge. The house was an eighty year old bungalow originally built for his father and mother when they married. Bob inherited it when his mother died a few years after his father. Charley noticed it was reasonably tidy but not sparkling.

"Would you like a glass of wine before dinner Madame?" On the table stood a bottle of white wine, a carton of grape juice and two glasses.

"It’s Miss, Sir." Charley smiled at him for the first time in a week, "And yes please, I would."

Twenty minutes later Bob disappeared into the kitchen. Charley heard sizzling and sounds of cooking but decided to leave him alone for whatever he planned. Soon he returned. "Would you like to take a seat at the table now Miss?" Seating her he filled her glass with wine, his with juice and then from the kitchen produced two steaks, mashed potatoes, carrots and cabbage on very hot plates.

"A man’s meal," thought Charley but it was good. Later he disappeared into the kitchen again and brought homemade apple pie and custard. He filled her glass again. "Are you trying to get me drunk Robert Eason?"

"Isn’t that what you do at the clubs Miss?"

"I guess so but there I am not alone with a man; a man who has threatened to punish me. Is having a good meal and wine my punishment Sir? Are you trying to make me feel guilty by being nice?"

"That you will find out in due course."

His attitude became firmer when he asked her to help with the washing-up. "We don’t wash the dishes at clubs," Charley commented although she didn’t really object.

"At this one it is obligatory, Miss." They finished clearing up and returned to the lounge. "Time for the cabaret, Miss." Bob put a CD. "You’re the cabaret. Strip tease time."

Again she really didn’t really object but decided to test him. "No way!" Hardly had the words left her mouth before Charley found herself being lifted and draped over the back of the armchair. Squealing she started kicking but couldn’t prevent her skirt being lifted.

"Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!" Bob’s surprisingly hard hand landed furiously on her backside. Charley cried out. "No, you bastard, no!" Even over her knickers it hurt.

"Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!" Bob repeated his spanking of her arse. "Okay. Okay! I’ll do it!" Charley hadn’t expected or believed Bob would treat her this way. Rubbing her sore bum cheeks she slowly stood and moved to the centre of the room. The warmth from the spanking was spreading and she was starting to feel horny. Swaying gently to the music, she removed he clothes as sensuously as she could. She’d seen strippers at the clubs but had never done it herself. She saw Bob had a bulge in his trousers and she was ready to get them off too.

"Not bad for an amateur Charley. Time now for your punishment."

"You... you’ve just done it."

"No. That was for refusing to undress. Your bottom is only a little pink. Time for the punishment you deserve for treating me like dirt for the last fortnight, Charley. That’s what you came for. That and the comforting afterwards. Gallie told me you liked it much harder. She told me about you being caned and how hard you wanted it. Bend over the armchair again and hold the front legs." For a moment he thought Charley was going to refuse but she decided he was going to spank her again anyway so she might as well get it over with. In any case her bottom was tingling nicely and her cunt juice was beginning to flow. Bob lifted a cushion on a nearby chair and removed two short lengths of rope and before Charley understood what was happening, he quickly bound one wrist to the chair leg. Ineffectively Charley flailed the other arm but it was soon captured and bound to the other leg. She was helpless and more worried than she cared to admit. The phrase ‘still waters run deep’ sprang to her mind.

"Will he really harm me now I’m totally at his mercy? No one’s going to come and help me." she thought and then started to scream at him. Bob had predicted that might happen and from the under the same cushion removed a scarf he’d already knotted in the middle. A simple but workable gag. Charley’s worries increased. The times she’d been ‘punished’ at the club had been in front of an audience, not alone with a man she only thought she could trust. At the club she’d been told roughly what would happen, she’d been free to cry out - and she’d been paid. Now she didn’t even know what her punishment was. The punishment was for a real offence and she couldn’t even plead for mercy.

Her fears were only partially allayed when Bob said quietly. "Charley dear, I haven’t done this before. Sally and Gallie said it was the only way I would get you back. They said, I had to do it real hard. You liked the pain. I’ve read many stories on the web about flogging girls and how some climaxed under the whip. Perhaps these are exaggerated I don’t know." He rubbed her still pink bottom. "I quite enjoyed spanking you and that got you wet but how much you and I will enjoy the next bit remains to be seen. The girls said to make you real sore but not to mark you apart from stripes that will fade in a week or two." Inwardly Charley cursed Sally and Gallie. She knew they had egged Bob into doing this. ‘Stripes that took a week or two to fade would be very painful. With her schoolgirl caning skit, the stripes took more than two weeks go down sufficiently for her to sit without discomfort and longer still to fade completely. She didn’t want to go through the problems of trying to conceal a sore arse for that long again. She watched tearfully as Bob lifted another cushion and removed a broad leather belt.

"The info on the web said canes can be dangerous if not properly used so I found my dad’s old work belt. Tried to whack my bum with it last night but it was difficult to swing it and watch in a mirror. The times I connected it stung pretty badly but I guess that is what you want." Charley shook her head no. "That we’ll find out." He went on as he stroked the leather over her back and down her arse. Again Charley tried to say no but could not communicate with him. "It’s the first time I’ve done this Charley and I’m beginning to get the power feeling the masters in the stories must feel. You’re absolutely helpless and I could thrash you senseless and then rape and rape you. Is that what you want Charley? The slaves in the stories did." Again Charley vigorously shook her head, no. She was more than a little worried now, she was deadly afraid.

Taking a position to one side of her, Bob swung the belt with what he thought was moderate force. It landed with a resounding crack. A broad stripe turned white, then red. He almost gave up then but kept remembering the girls had told him not to be soft on her. To be the boss. He laid on a second and a third in quick succession. Charley writhed and kicked and he had to wait until she calmed a little. Much of her arse was red now and turning purple where stripes had overlapped. "How much of this can she take?" Bob asked himself. He decided six would be plenty for now and laid on the final three. Charley was sobbing and moaning into her gag. He left her to cry for a minute or two while he rid himself of his trousers and pants.

"Make sure you screw her well afterwards," Sally had said, "That’s when she’ll really start to get her kicks." Charley shook her head, "No," as Bob entered her but he hardly noticed it. Only the throbbing of his rock hard cock mattered. Driving it in, her found she was already wet which confirmed in his mind what the girls had told him and some of the Internet stories. The fact that he was somewhat gullible and the girls had conned him was, for the time being, lost on him. It felt so good to have his cock in her warm cunt again. He plunged it to full depth. His loins hit her tender bum causing her to move which added to his pleasure. In and out he plunged but his pleasure was short lived. Having abstained from wanking for the last twenty-four hours, too soon he shot his seed into her.

Slowly he withdrew and looked aghast at her tortured arse. At the arse he had tortured. He felt ashamed. Charley cried out when her gag was removed and looking at him spat, "Bastard. You cruel bastard." Somehow though there wasn’t the venom in her voice he expected. "I didn’t expect you to be as harsh as that," she murmured through her tears. At first she tried to pull away when Bob held her close and kissed her but soon gave up resisting and allowed him to take her to the bathroom where he played a cool water from the shower on her bottom. After gently drying her, he laid her on the bed and brought a glass of wine.

"Is that what you wanted Charley?"

"No, it wasn’t. The smacking you gave me first was quite enough. Thank you very much. I shan’t be able to sit for a week and we’ve that coach trip to make to the inquest on Monday. I didn’t believe you were so bloody cruel. Why did you hit so hard? Why the belt?"

"The girls told me that’s how you liked it and wanted it really hard. They said...."

"Sally and Gallie?" Bob nodded. "I’ll have their guts. They know I don’t mind a bit of a hand spanking to warm me up. I suppose they told you about how I was caned in public too?" Again Bob nodded. "Well yes, I did get a caning and I never want another."

"You were wet when I entered you. You must have been a bit aroused by it."

"Perhaps. But it was still more than I wanted. It hurts like hell even now." Bob looked at her tear stained face and felt sorry for what he had done but behind it he realised she wasn’t threatening to run away or complain. Perhaps she did like him. Perhaps she did want him to be her master. Perhaps he shouldn’t let her make him feel the wrong doer. She’d been the one on the course who’d wanted him inside her.

"Charley. You’re here for the weekend. As far as I’m concerned you’ve been punished for making me feel special while we were away and like a bit of shit when we returned. Now it’s my turn to pull the strings. I’m going lay face up and you are going to lie on top of me, head to tail. You will service me while I service you. Sixty-nining they call it. Your bum will be above me so if there is any suggestion of your biting my prick, you can imagine what I will do to your arse. However, we both should get some satisfaction from the arrangement and your bum need come to no further harm."

Painfully Charley wriggled on top of him and took his prick, still unwashed from it sojourn raping her cunt, in her mouth. It wasn’t her first time. Slowly his manhood responded and became hard. Slowly too her clit swelled under his ministrations but neither was in a hurry to cause the other to climax. Eventually though, Charley came and then increased her sucking of his cock until he spurted in her mouth. "Kiss me," she whispered and when he did she thrust her tongue inside his mouth so he could taste his own sperm.

Chapter 8. Revenge

"How’s your bum, Charley?" Gallie asked. The four, Charley, Bob, Sally and Gallie were sitting around the dining table in a small hotel in Exeter and the chairs were wooden and hard.

"One of these days, you’ll find out. I’ll get my own back." Charley was in good humour. Her bum was tender and she knew she would fidget around on the seat a good deal before the meal was over. "You two lied to Bob about my enjoying the caning. You knew how long it took me to get over that and yet you egged him on to do something similar. I’ll get my own back! You just wait!"

Apart from the pain of the Friday evening, the weekend had gone well. Bob had tended her with care but without ever losing his control. She was in his house, she would do what he said. But what he said was never unreasonable and they had a good time as far as they could given Charley found it difficult to move. Twice he fucked her doggie style to save putting extra weight on her arse and both enjoyed the sensation.

Monday morning she drove to her own home to ready herself for the bus trip to Exeter later in the day. The trip took far longer than expected because of hold ups on the M25 and M4 motorways and the sombre mood of the passengers wasn’t helped by their feelings on having to recount the horrors of the night on the mountain in the coming few days.

It was expected the inquest would be over in two days at the most. Usually they took less time but with the number of witnesses to be called this one was scheduled for Tuesday and Wednesday. However, it was late Friday when the Coroner called a halt. Roger’s parents employed a lawyer and he wanted to collect as much evidence as he could to support a manslaughter charge against Stan Copely. It was not a court, nor was Stan on trial although it felt like it. Every action by the witnesses was questioned at length. The questioning of Barbara Stavely started it off.

After the usual preliminaries Council asked, "The walk was due to start at 9.00 a.m. and yet you didn’t arrive down for breakfast until almost ten. Why was that?"

"We... I overslept."

"We?"

"Everyone knows. It’s no secret. I spent the night in Stanley Copely’s bed but what that has to do with poor Roger’s death, I don’t know."

"We think it may have, Miss Stavely. What time did the you and he finally get to sleep?"

"I guess it must have been about three-thirty."

"Three-thirty in the morning? Very late, Miss Stavely. So you both overslept?"

"Well Stan woke me a bit after eight but we thought we had time for a quickie and then we fell asleep again. Next time I saw the clock it said 9:51. I woke Stan and we rushed around. Didn’t have time for a shower or do my face even."

*****

"Sally Furlow, why did you decide to return to the hotel and not continue on to the hut?" Council asked.

"My feet were sore and blistered. I’m a town girl and there are no hills where I come from. My shoes weren’t suitable so I figured my job wasn’t worth carrying on. I told him to stuff his assessments."

"Who is ‘he’, Miss Furlow?"

"Our Senior Manager, Stan Copely. I decided, if he wanted to be rid of me, so be it. I thought I would be able to get another job and I hoped the others would come too but only Gallie did and then Billie followed to help us."

"You didn’t just return because you wanted an quiet night with Billie?"

"No, Sir. I just didn’t think I could walk much further and even coming back down the mountain was very painful. It was mainly my feet Sir. And Robert Eason’s warning that worse was to come. He said he knew the area and seemed to know what he was talking about. He said the weather forecast was not good and I remembered one of the other ladies saying that earlier."

So Council went on investigating every detail from each member of the group. Stan still wasn’t fit enough to stand to give evidence and was allowed to sit. Even so the Coroner had to adjourn the sitting to give him time to recover. It wasn’t only his chest; it was the worry over what they might decide.

Natalie Grant was called and interrogated as to the firm’s policy on training staff before allowing them to lead outdoor events, the emergency procedures in place, what she had done to ensure the safety of her workforce before sending them on the course etc. Of course there were no procedures in place, and she had only rubber-stamped the course without checking on its content. It could be she would be indicted too.

On the Friday, the Coroner gave an open verdict on the cause of death and Roger’s parent’s council gave notice he would be passing all the information on to the police for possible prosecution against Stan or the company or both.

The group that returned home on the Friday evening was somewhat relieved that the ordeal was over for the time being but were still not in a jolly mood. Each seemed wrapped up in their own thoughts. Even Sally and Gallie weren’t chattering as lively as normal. Charley lay against Bob with her eyes closed, not sleeping but churning over the events of the past few days and planning how she could get her own back on the two girls. By the time they arrived at Ipswich she had the germ of an idea.

Five weeks later she had an afternoon dental appointment. It was only for a check-up but she took the whole afternoon off and afterward drove to the club. Juliet answered the door when she rang. "Can I see the boss, Juliet, please?" Charley asked.

"You want another caning, Charley?"

"Not likely but I have an idea for a show the boss might go with." Boss and Charley discussed the idea at length and he agreed that if she could get a letter from the girls that they were willing to go along with it, he would put it on. He wanted a disclaimer so as to be absolved from any legal battle if they didn’t like what they received.

Getting the letter was not a great stumbling block. Signing forms was almost a way of life at Grant and Grant’s so when given a sheaf of papers to sign, neither Sally nor Gallie actually looked at every sheet. The main text of one they signed read:

‘We the undersigned unreservedly agree to act as Egyptian slaves in the forthcoming club soiree.

We promise to try to appear unwilling slaves and act as if we are forced to play our parts. We have seen how well some previous actresses have portrayed their roles and will endeavour to emulate them to the best of our ability. All the apparent reluctance to participate will be part of our act and should be totally ignored.

Provided we are not permanently marked or scarred and are paid for our performance, we absolve the Club from any liabilities arising from this contract.

Signed:’

Charley mailed the signed documents to the boss.

A fortnight later, the three and Bob were in the club watching a fairly tame spanking father daughter skit, when the Boss came and greeted them. Ladies and especially you Charley, you have been such good customers that I am offering you three tickets to one of our country get togethers. Normally they cost £500 each but for you, they are free. You have earned me a good deal in the past Charley and I know it was through the efforts of your friends so I wish to reward them too. We will give you the location by email at 4 p.m. on 14th June, which is the day of the get together. It is within of fifty miles from here and the performance will start at 9.30. Overnight accommodation has been booked for the three of you sharing. As you may have heard, at these country shows, audience participation is much greater than we can allow at the club. I am sure you understand what that means." Boss left the tickets and went and talked with other members and the group noticed some men were passing their credit cards and receiving a ticket.

"I wonder what he meant by ‘greater audience participation’. Does that mean we get to swish a whip?" Gallie asked.

"From what John told me, they have actual sex in the show and you might get a cock or two inside you," Charley answered.

"Does that mean you will too?" Bob looked concerned.

"Probably, but you needn’t worry dear. I’ll come back to you."

"I don’t think you should go." Bob looked downcast.

"Bob. As yet we’re not married. I’m not tied to you although if things keep going the way they are, I might well be. You already know of my two-sided life and have taken advantage of it. We’ve had some great sex and some good weekends walking in the Dales, this meeting is something I feel I need to do, even if it is for one last time. Either you let me go without any comebacks later, or you go back to your old way of life."

"They might thrash you again?"

"They might, but I doubt it. Before I have always signed a disclaimer form and knew I was getting paid for what they did to me. Nothing has been said this time. They have probably booked someone else seeing I haven’t made myself available for a while." Bob still wasn’t satisfied but left the subject alone for the time being. Over the intervening weeks he did raise the subject but always Charley’s answer was the same. She would do it this time and if he still wanted her afterwards, she would consider making it the last time.

When it came the destination was an old large house to the north of Diss. "Please arrive at 7:30 for 8 p.m. dinner with the owner," the email instructed. The owner was an ex cavalry major who still kept his title, Major James Donahue. His wife Pauline shyly greeted them and introduced their two sons, Bruce and Jackson who were both in their late twenties. Sally and Gallie immediately took a shine to the handsome pair. Major James seemed pleasant enough but very forthright in his views, his wife on the other hand, only spoke when asked a question.

The Boss whose name they found out for the first time was Brendon, Juliet, John and a rather sombre man they simply called Igor arrived for dinner but were not staying overnight. During the meal the girls tried to find out about the performance but nothing more than they already knew was given away. "It’s an Egyptian evening" Brendon said. Everyone knew that. The only snippet of information that finally slipped out was that Igor was the whip man but that was all that was said of his role.

When the other guests arrived, each was given a simple Egyptian style white tunic dress to wear and shown a room in which they could change. Most had booked into a fairly local hotel and arrived together by the club minibus at 9 p.m. Sally and Gallie were given similar costumes but Juliet came and took Charley and John into a side room and were given much more lavish costumes "I didn’t think I was to play a part this time Juliet," a surprised Charley asked.

"You’re Cleopatra dear and John is your Mark Anthony. You will have control over how much punishment your friends get. Don’t be too lenient on them. Remember the caning they arranged for you. Remember these people have paid an awful lot of money to see this show and there could be some nasty scenes if they think they are being ripped off. ‘Igor’ is an expert with the whip. His whip is softer than it looks. It makes a lot of noise and will hurt and leave red stripes but they will heal within a short time. Do they realise they will be ‘raped’?"

"Not yet. They still think they are spectators."

"I doubt they think that now. Boss has them tied in their room and was showing them their disclaimer forms when I left. From what I heard I don’t think you are their best friend at the moment." Juliet arranged a gold an blue card headdress and a rather gaudy plastic necklace on Charley. She looked very amateur dramatics Egyptian but that wouldn’t matter too much in the rather dim light of the main hall, now furnished to resemble an Egyptian throne room. "There I think you’re ready now. You ready too Mark Anthony?" Juliet fussed over their costumes a bit and led them downstairs.

‘Cleopatra’ entered the ‘throne room’ with ‘Mark Anthony’ a step behind, and slowly and with her best attempt at looking regal, walked down the centre of the room towards the throne.

"Crack!!" Igor’s whip sounded like a gunshot inside the lofty room. "Kneel you unworthy people. Kneel when your queen enters the room. "Crack!! Crack!! Crack!!" The whip sounded repeatedly as the audience got to their knees.

Cleopatra walked slowly between the two rows of kneeling people. "Seems a higher proportion of women here than at the club," she thought to herself as she nodded gracefully first one side and then the other until she reached her throne. There she turned, sat and waited for Mark to make himself comfortable alongside her. "What comes next?" she whispered to him.

"Clap your hands and order the entertainment to begin," John whispered back. She did. A gong sounded. Music played and Juliet started one of her routine sexual dances. It went on for a while and the audience became restless. This was not what they had come for. Erotic though it was, it wasn’t what they had paid a lot of money to see.

"Let me go you bastards! Let go of me! I was tricked into this!!" Gallie’s voice rose above the dance music. It was joined by Sally too screaming to be released.

"Guards! What is the meaning of this disturbance to our entertainment?" Cleopatra’s voice was raised in annoyance.

Outside, unseen by the audience, Sally and Gallie still yelled obscenities at their captors. Their wrists were tied but their gags had been removed. "There’s some mistake. We’re guests at this show. You’ll be in trouble when we get back! Those forms were fakes!" Gallie tried pleading and then threatening the two men who held her.

Bruce, the guard knelt. "I’m sorry your majesty. We found two rebels trying to get in. They will be removed immediately majesty."

"Wait. Bring them in. I think they will provide some of our entertainment tonight. Bring them forth."

Both girls were dragged in to the applause of the onlookers. Seeing Charley on the throne, Sally yelled, "Charley tell them this is a mistake. Tell them to let us go." Before Charley could answer both she and Gallie knew they had been set up. Set up by their friend.

"Guard. Who are these bitches that dare to call me by some foreign name? From whence do they come?" Cleopatra’s words were icy.

"Majesty, we think they may be spies in the pay of your rival, Prince Abdul. It is not the first time they have sort to injure you majesty. Shall I put them to death Majesty?"

"No! No! Charley this is going too far," yelled Sally. She’d heard of snuff parties and wasn’t too sure this wasn’t going to be one.

"Silence these creatures, Guards," Charley ordered. When the guards, Bruce and Jackson, had gagged the pair again, Cleopatra went on, "Death will be too quick and easy. They need to pay for their previous plotting against me. Pay in the same way as they made me pay, but with interest." By now the audience realised this was a grudge show. Most had seen the trio on the club and heard about even if they hadn’t seen how Charley had been caned. "Strip them and parade them to my loyal subjects. Let everyone see and feel their unworthy bodies. Bodies that are so nice on the outside but contain cruel, rotten hearts. We will make sure their bodies are likewise cruelly marked in a short while. Make sure everyone, man or woman is allowed within reach so their fingers can tease the white flesh of these rebels before we turn it to all colours of a beautiful rainbow. Spare them not any humiliation."

Charley felt quite pleased with her speech. None of this was in the script. Charley had added it. However, the two guards now aided by two other slaves, easily fell in with the new plan and quickly tore off the flimsy costumes and carried the two naked girls to the participants at each side. Both girls struggled but soon there were far more hands than those of the guards on their bodies. Hands squeezed their breasts, nipped their nipples, probed their cunts and arseholes, and pinched their bums. Slowly the pair were rotated in opposite directions around the group lining the walls and brought sobbing to Cleopatra’s throne again.

"I hope you two now know what if feels like to be publicly naked and at the mercy of anyone and everyone. So far you have not felt pain. Only embarrassment and humiliation. That is about to change. I suffered because of you. Now it is your turn. Guards, string them up, back to back."

At the third attempt a rope was thrown over one of the wood beams that spanned the hall. A noose was formed on one end. Both girls looked horrified. "Don’t worry girls, it will be a while before the noose is needed. First you must receive the caress of Igor’s whip. You met him earlier and didn’t please him too much. By the time he’s finished, you’ll be begging to have the noose around your lovely necks. Charley played her power game to the full. It didn’t take long for the guards to tie the hands of the girls to each other and to the noose end of the rope. "Haul them up." Cleopatra waited until their feet were barely touching the ground and then ordered each ankle to be bound to the corresponding one of her partner and then tied spread to a short length of scaffold pole. "Lower them slightly and remove the gags," she ordered. The girls stood, back to back, arms high, breasts out, and legs spread wide with their pubic hair clearly visible.

"Charley don’t do this," pleaded Sally. "The whip will kill us. Scar us."

"We thought we were friends. Now we know what a bitch you really are!" yelled Gallie as soon as their gags were removed. "We didn’t do anything near as bad as this to you!"

"Ladies. It is pay back time. As Queen Cleopatra I sentence you to be flogged back and front and then given to the guards and my loyal subjects for their amusement. You can scream as much as you like but only I can order Igor to stop so the more your tongues abuse me, so will Igor’s whip slice your skin. Clear a space around them. Give Igor room to swing his whip well."

"Crack!! Crack!!" Igor’s whip snapped as it again cut through air making its terrifying sound without landing on the girls. The third crack landed across Gallie’s lower stomach leaving a painful red line in its wake. A scream left Gallie’s mouth. "Stop him you bitch! Stop him. He’s cutting me. We didn’t intend to harm you."

Charley could see the line hadn’t cut into Gallie’s body but it would be sore for a while. "Remember what I said about abusing me, slave. Think on that when the whip reaches your tits."

The next scream came from Sally as her lower belly felt the whip. And so it went on. The fifth lash caught the underside of Gallie’s tits. They flew upwards from the impact and when her scream died Gallie started begging for mercy, promising she would never again trick her friend but Charley didn’t order a cessation until there were three stripes across both girl’s tits. One of them catching both nipples. Igor was obviously a real expert.

"Give them a drink of water and turn them so they face each other." Both girls collapsed on the floor when their hands were untied but soon they were hauled up again, this time tender breast to tender breast. While this was going on, Charley spoke to Igor. "Concentrate on the arses. Stripe them like mine was with the cane." Igor had to imagine that as he hadn’t been at the show but could guess what the result would be. "Do you want to fuck one of them after Igor?" Charley went on, seeing his boxer type shorts protruded at his crotch.

"Yes, Ma’am, that Gallie girl. While she’s still hanging."

"So you shall."

After a short break for the girls to recover slightly, Igor resumed his slow methodical whipping. During the respite several couples copulated openly and Charley felt John’s hand between her thighs but she wasn’t ready for him yet. She was too hyped up with her power and began to feel what her friends must have felt when they watched her being caned. Starting at the top of their thighs Igor laid neat strokes two or three finger widths apart. Charley didn’t think they looked as deep or a vivid as her cane marks. She thought for a few moments and decided to do what the girls had done to her when the ‘headmaster’ was wielding the cane and shout "Harder, harder," but she let Igor carry on until he reached the top of the bum cheeks and then ordered a halt. She wanted revenge but didn’t want to lose her friends. Both girls were crying loudly and shouting and begging for mercy.

"Enough!" Charley shouted loudly, "Guards, take that Sally girl down and service her to the best of your ability. Igor, service the girl Gallie in the way you wish." Bruce fucked Sally in her cunt and then one took another slave in her arse. Gallie, still hanging was forced fucked by Igor and while this was going on, the another guard rammed his cock in her arse. Jackson waited until Igor had finished and then he too had Gallie. All around a veritable orgy was in progress. Charley noticed the Major ramming into the maid who’d served them dinner while not far away, Pauline being held down by and elderly man sitting on her chest and another fucking her.

Charley bent over her throne and John reamed her from the rear. Soon she climaxed and John spurted inside her. The guards were still raping the girls although they looked as if they were nearly finished. Charley decided it was time to call a halt. The girls had had enough. "Would you mind helping me get them to their room, please boys?" Bruce and Jack carefully lifted the girls and while they groaned loudly when moved, they managed to stagger along to their room with an arm around a man.

"You’ll need help to clean them up," Bruce, the older of the two, remarked.

"Thanks as long as you remember, it is more a case of making them comfortable and relieving their pain, rather than screwing," Charley answered. Both lads nodded agreement.

"You bitch, you fucking bitch," Gallie groaned. "You really set us up."

"We’re quits now," Charley countered, "No more canings or whippings unless we really volunteer. Okay?" Gallie agreed and Sally nodded too as Jackson helped her into the shower. When they saw the stripes on each other clearly for the first time, both knew the whipping had not been as severe as they had imagined. The welts were not too pronounced and there was no blood.

Next morning Charley awoke alone in her bed and looked across at the other two beds. In the morning light she could see Gallie and Bruce were sleeping in the nearest and Jack and Sally in the other. She’d given the girl’s a sleeping pill once they’d been cleaned up and put to bed. Charley’s movements to the bathroom woke Bruce and by the domino effect before she returned all four of the others were awake, two of them very sore. In front of the boys Charley examined the arses and breasts of her friends. While the welts were still very clear, they were not angry red but were beginning to colour to various shades of yellow-purple. "Bruce, do you think your father will mind if they stay here another night or two. I don’t think their bums will stand a car journey today."

"I’m sure he will, but he might want to check for himself they are really as bad as we say. We’ll look after them. You wouldn’t mind that would you Gallie?"

She smiled a little, "As long as you treat me gently. What say you Sally? Feel like staying or going home?" Sally of course agreed to stay.

*****

"Hi Bob." Charley spoke into her mobile phone.

"You okay? Are you hurt? Do you want me to come and get you? Did they rape you? What about Gallie and Sally? Did you..."

"Whoa there, wait a minute. I’m fine. The girls are sore. I’ll be at your home in about an hour and I’ll tell you all about it then. Afterwards you can decide whether or not to send me away for good. The girls are staying here for a day or so.

Epilogue

Ten months later, two weeks before the trial of Stan Copely was due to begin, Charley and Bob were married and spent their honeymoon traipsing across Dartmoor. She stopped visiting the sex club but on occasions allowed Bob to spank or use the slipper on her behind.

Gallie and Sally were bridesmaids. Gallie was pregnant with Bruce’s child and was living with him at weekends. She would move in permanently when the baby was due and she had to give up her job at Grant and Grant’s.

Sally and Jackson saw each other on a regular basis but had no plans to make anything permanent. They still regularly attended the club, as did the Major and Pauline. Sally soon found out, the Major rode his wife like he was still in the cavalry and used his crop to spur her on.

Finis.