This is Part VII of a story that started as a snippet from my drafts long ago.  Thanks to James X Morgan’s interest in the story, we’re continuing to co-create Delilah’s adventures with Master Graham.  You can find the posts here on my blog, and on James’ blog Tall Tales.

Part 1, originally named A Tantalizing Opportunity, now called Delilah’s Adventures with Master Graham: Intro is on my blog here and on James’ blog here.

Part 2, Meeting, is on my blog here and on James’ blog here.

Part 3, Demonstration, is on my blog here and on James’ blog here.

Part 4, Exploration, is on my blog here, and on James’ blog here.

Part 5, Consummation, is on my blog here, and on James’s blog here.

Part 6, Reflection, is on my blog here, and James’ blog here.

MG switched off the screen and took his coffee cup back to the kitchen, reflecting on his two evenings at the club. Last night had turned out to be very different from Wednesday.

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The two girls had started arguing. He knew neither of them currently had a Dominant and he recognised that both were frustrated; Carol in particular had been antsy for several weeks.

‘Now then girls, you know you can’t argue like this in the club, it’ll get you excluded for the evening. Are you going to settle down?’

‘But you can’t just…’

Carol’s voice trailed away as MG’s eyes turned steely. 

‘You were saying Carol?’

Angela studied the floor intently. Carol became a little less aggressive but remained combative. 

‘But you’re not my Sir!  Um, Sir.’

‘I’m not. Neither of you has a Sir at the moment, do you? And neither of you seems happy with that situation judging by your obvious frustration recently. And you’re arguing when usually you get on so well together.’

‘But Angela started it…’

‘Who started it is not relevant. You both need to decide whether you want to continue and risk being excluded, or whether you’re going to settle down and enjoy your evening.’

Carol glared at MG.

‘What’s to enjoy when we’re on our own and nobody cares?’

MG raised an expressive eyebrow.

‘I’m on my own too. Why don’t you both join me for a drink? Would you like that?’

Angela looked up cautiously.

‘Yes please Sir. If that’s ok with you.’

Carol grunted.

‘Better than nothing I suppose.’

MG let it go and shepherded them both to the café. He found a table and went for the drinks.

Carol glowered at Angela.

‘This is your fault, you started it.’

‘But you were mean…’

‘That’s enough I think.’

MG had returned with their drinks and looked each of them firmly in the eye as he placed them on the table.

Carol was indignant.

‘You can’t talk to us like that!’

‘I can leave you to your argument and you can risk exclusion or you can start behaving like adults and I’ll happily stay with you for a while.’

‘But…’

‘Or I can help you settle down, give both of you what I think you need.’

The subtle suggestion was not lost on either of the girls. Angela studied her hands. Carol blustered.

‘You can’t….’

‘Shall I leave you to it then?’

Angela looked up suddenly.

‘No! I mean please no Sir.’

Carol reddened and shuffled her feet. She suddenly realised the possible consequences of the choice she was being invited to make. She looked at Angela.

‘Err, no Sir. We’ll stop arguing, won’t we Angela?’

MG’s voice was less steely. 

‘Very well. I know you’re both frustrated at the moment because no one is looking after you properly. So I propose that I stay with you this evening and that you both stay out of trouble. Or face the consequences.’

Two pairs of eyes examined the shoes to which they were indirectly attached.

‘Do we have an understanding this  evening. Yes or no?’

Angela mumbled ‘Yes Sir’ at the same time as Carol’s ‘But…..’ which was followed after a brief hesitation by her own ‘Yes Sir’.

‘Good. Now let’s talk about your current situation. I think you’re both feeling a bit lost at the moment because your Doms have moved away. No one is holding you to account and you’ve lost the structure in your lives. And I think you’re both feeling that nobody cares about you – which is a bit silly because you obviously care about each other and could be supporting each other rather than fighting. So, am I right?’

Neither girl spoke, both studiously avoiding MG’s eyes.

‘Carol, are you feeling neglected? And missing the structure you’re used to?’

Carol reddened again. As MG’s words penetrated her consciousness she realised that they rang true. She did miss the structure and attention. She nodded and mumbled something incoherent.

‘Carol? An answer please. What are you feeling?’

‘Umm. Err, a bit lost err I think. Sir.’

‘Good. Angela, what are you feeling?’

Angela grunted.

‘It doesn’t matter. Nobody cares anyway.’

There was an edge in MG’s voice.

‘Angela, was that what you meant to say?’

Now Angela blushed too.

‘Nobody cares…. Umm Sir.’

‘Better. Now then. You both know Doms and Dommes in this club who would sympathise with your situation, who would care that you feel neglected. Perhaps you could find a temporary solution by asking if any of them would agree to do a scene with you, to give you some structure. And something to remind you that arguing and fighting is not a good solution to your problem.’

A tear ran down Angela’s cheek as she sat motionless staring at her drink. She felt for the first time in what seemed ages that someone understood. Carol squirmed on her chair as her bottom tingled – how did Doms do that?

MG’s voice softened.

‘Angela, Carol. Do you think that might help? Would you like me to help you find someone?’

Angela stirred, nodded almost imperceptibly and whispered.

‘Would you…?’

Carol jerked her head up.

‘But I was going to…’ her voice trailed off as she met MG’s gaze.

‘One at a time please. Angela?’

‘Would you, umm, look after me, I mean umm do that, umm please? Sir.’

‘Carol?’

Carol’s dejected pout spoke volumes. 

‘But I wanted to ask you!’

‘Are you suggesting, young lady, that I’m not capable of looking after both of you?’

‘Err. What? I mean no, I think….’

‘So, have you got something to say to me?’

‘Ummm please would you help me err, settle down?’ 

Carol added a swift ‘Sir’ as she glimpsed MG’s eyebrow. 

‘And you understand what that means? Physically?’

Carol nodded. 

‘Words please.’

‘Yes Sir.’

‘Good. I think you will both benefit if we do this as soon as possible. If you agree, Angela, would you see if you can organise a room please?’

‘Yes Sir.’

She didn’t move. 

‘Off you go then.’

Angela rose slowly and slipped out of the side door. 

‘Carol. Look at me please.’

Carol reluctantly raised her eyes. 

‘Carol, I know Sir Peter often used to leave you with marks to take home.’

Carol’s eyes grew wide. 

‘Is that what you want today?’

‘Umm you can’t just errr, you know….’

‘No I can’t. Unless that’s what you think you need to settle you properly for a while.’

Carol stuttered again. She’d just agreed to a spanking, wasn’t that enough? But then she knew she’d feel it in the morning but that it wouldn’t last long. And then she’d be frustrated again. ‘Urrgh!’ He knew! Why couldn’t he just get on with it?

MG waited patiently. He knew it was difficult for her to ask but there must be no room for doubt.

‘Carol. Is that what you need?’

She couldn’t believe it when her head seemed to nod of its own accord. 

‘Words please.’

Carol shook herself. Was she really going to do this? But she already knew the answer. 

‘Yes, ummm err I think it is.  Um Sir.’

‘Well done Carol. I will look after you, ok? Now why don’t you go downstairs and choose something suitable?’

‘What! I have to choose, that’s so cruel! I mean, do I have to Sir?’

‘That way we’ll be sure to get what you need, won’t we?’

Carol didn’t miss the emphasis on ‘won’t we?’

‘Off you go.’

MG sat and sipped his water reflecting on how the week was developing. First Delilah and now these two. He smiled a satisfied smile. 

‘There you are. Put it on the table please.’

Carol placed it gingerly between them, eyeing it dolefully. 

‘Do you want to come and sit next to me?’

Carol was there like a shot, pulling her chair as close as she could to the calming presence of the man who was about to spank her. She shivered. MG squeezed her shoulder. 

Angela froze as she saw what was on the table, her eyes wide. ‘No, no, no! But now I don’t have a choice!’ she thought, still transfixed. 

‘Angela. Sit down and look at me please.’

The gentle voice broke the spell and she slowly complied. 

‘Carol has chosen that implement. I don’t think you need that, do you?’

Angela breathed out slowly as her shoulders relaxed, relief flooding through her. A spanking suddenly seemed a very attractive proposition.

‘No Sir. Thank you Sir.’

‘Did you find us a room?’

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They’d had to wait half an hour for a room. MG had helped them pass the time with some amusing stories of his experience as a Dom, some of them at his own expense. He had reassured and finally checked again that both wanted to continue as planned. Now he closed the door and the blind before turning to face the nervous girls.

‘Shoes and trousers off please. Place them neatly in the corner.’

His tone brooked no discussion and both girls complied immediately.

‘Kneel. Sit on your heels. Arms behind your backs. Look up.’

He waited for them to settle.

‘Carol. You need something to keep you settled for more than a few hours so we’ll start with the marks you want to take home. Stand up. Grab the pillows and put yourself bottom up on the bed. Angela, keep your head up and eyes open.’

Angela shivered as Carol stood up. She hoped it would be quick and soon be her turn. The anticipation was almost as bad as what was to follow.

As soon as Carol had positioned herself, MG placed a hand on her upturned bottom. Carol tensed but quickly relaxed.

‘We’ll start with this and then let it sink in while I deal with Angela. Then I’ll finish up with you over my knee for a while. So, arms and legs out of the way, clear?’

Carol shuddered then jumped as MG tapped her hip twice. Automatically she lifted her bottom and MG drew her panties down to her knees. MG rubbed each of her exposed cheeks appreciatively and then gave them each a light slap. Carol squeaked and settled again, holding tight to the bedcover with both fists.

MG took the leather-covered shaft in his hand; he approved of Carol’s choice. Light enough to impart a significant sting but heavy enough to leave a reminder on her rump for several days to come. He positioned himself and tapped the cane twice on her bottom. Carol felt it leave her bottom and braced. MG tapped once more.

‘You know better than that, young lady.’

Carol forced herself to relax as she felt the cane lift off again. She wasn’t sure whether she heard the impact before she felt it; then she didn’t care as the stinging pain won the competition for her undivided attention.

‘Owwww! Ssssss ow ow ow!’

A neat tramline of red appeared across both cheeks, a little below the level where the crease disappeared between them. The centre of the line quickly turned dark red. A few seconds later a blazing sting announced the creation of a second line an inch below the first. A third quickly followed. Angela flinched at each stroke, struggling to keep her head up and eyes open. 

Carol howled.

‘Sir, please no, please! Owwwww!’

Her plea was interrupted as MG landed another stroke to form the fourth rung of the growing ladder on the now distinctly red upper part of Carol’s buttocks. Checking that Carol was still grasping the bed cover, MG landed the last two strokes in quick succession, pausing only to ensure their accuracy.

‘Ow, ow, owwwww! Noooo!’

The earlier strokes on Carol’s burning cheeks were now turning reddish blue and the others would soon follow suit. MG’s face showed grim satisfaction at his handiwork; the girl would certainly be reminded of it well into next week. He put a hand under her shoulder and encouraged her to slide off the pillows.

‘Go and kneel beside Angela, arms behind, sit on your heels.’

‘Sir please!’

‘Now.’

Carol shuffled with her panties round her ankles and whimpered as she lowered her bottom onto her heels, her face streaked with tears.

‘Good. Head up now. Angela, come here.’

Angela got to her feet and stood before MG who was now sitting on the bed. He took her wrist and pulled her over one knee, yanking down her panties before her head and chest reached the bed. He immediately started spanking her pink bottom, alternating between the rippling cheeks perched over his thigh.

‘Ow, ow, ow! Urrgh! Sir!’

This might technically be maintenance but, under the circumstances, it shouldn’t be a good girl spanking; he didn’t feel the need for a long warm up. He quickly changed to several volleys of a dozen hard swats on each buttock. Angela arched and squealed at the intense sting in her behind but just managed to keep hold of the bedcover. MG moved his aim down and targeted her previously untouched sit spots with hard alternating swats. Angela’s writhing was controlled by a firm hand on her hip.

‘Owwwww, ow, ow! Sir! Please!’

MG released a volley of rapid swats of equal intensity onto each sit spot in turn. Angela’s hand flew back but was quickly captured and pinned to her hip while her flailing legs were trapped beneath one of MG’s. A second volley on each sit spot was met with a long  howl.

‘Pleeease Sir? Nooooo!’

Angela collapsed over MG’s thigh and sobbed as he returned his attention to her tender scarlet cheeks; he continued to land a short series of alternating swats and then stopped.

He rubbed her back softly as she calmed, stroking her hair with his other hand.

‘Up you get now. Get back on your knees for me.’

Angela choked back a sob but did as she was bidden, hissing softly as her punished bottom made contact with her heels.

‘Carol. Come here.’

Resigned now, (it couldn’t get worse, could it?) Carol, her panties now around one ankle, shuffled towards MG and was swiftly pulled over his knee. He started spanking as soon as she was down, reigniting the sting in the red lines on her bottom as he alternated with hard swats to each cheek in turn.

Carol’s moans grew in intensity as he continued to cover every inch of her throbbing derrière with resounding thwacks.

‘Nooooooo! Pleeease! Please stop now Sir. Please?’

MG then tensed his hand and released a dozen hard spanks onto each sit spot in turn. Carol arched, howled and then slumped as MG finished off with a dozen more on each of her striped and stinging cheeks.

He rubbed the spent girl’s back softly for a while and then eased her up.

‘Back on your knees now.’

Carol didn’t have the strength to argue.

He looked at the two tear-streaked faces eyeing him nervously.

‘Now both of you come here.’

The girls looked at each other as they stood and approached.

‘One over each knee.’

‘Noo! Please?’ The two girls were in unison.

‘Now.’

MG took a wrist in each hand and helped them over.

‘Settle down.’

He reached behind his back. He smeared a generous blob of arnica gel on each of the four red buttocks and gently massaged it over the tender surfaces. Both girls grimaced as they endured and appreciated the uncomfortably welcome attention. 

‘Well done, both of you. Very well done. It’s all over now and everything is ok.’

Angela reached behind MG’s back and took Carol’s hand. Carol turned her head to look; Angela mouthed a ‘Sorry Carol.’ Carol half-smiled and squeezed her hand briefly.

MG left them over his knees, still face-down on the bed, while he rubbed their backs. Both girls were becoming drowsy as he roused them gently with a pair of taps on their hips.

‘Up you get now, before I have to carry you home. Find your clothes now, ok?’

Carol slid to her knees and pushed herself up. Angela didn’t move. MG tapped her bottom once.

‘Sssssss! I’m going, I’m going, ok?’ quickly adding  ‘ow! Sir.’ as MG’s second tap was noticeably harder.

Gingerly pulling on their panties and trousers, they turned to face a smiling MG.

‘If you get frustrated or feel abandoned, come and find me ok? Or another Dom you know. The sooner you do the easier it will be to get you back on track.’

He gave them a meaningful look.

‘Easier, and with fewer unpleasant consequences.’

He opened his arms and the two pouting girls moved in to accept his comforting embrace.

‘Now let’s get you two home.’

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MG smiled at the memory as he prepared for bed. Yes, very different from Wednesday. And another Wednesday might be different again.