Free A Study in Shame by Lucy Salisbury

Charlie. I wasn’t at all sure what she was expecting of the evening, expect that it was likely to involve sex, or, at least, I hoped it would. Another problem was what to wear. She’d liked my uniform, but my jacket and cap weren’t going to be dry in time and even after Mrs Forbes has sewn up the rip in my trousers I’d have looked a bit of a ragamuffin.
    In the end, I decided on one of my work suits, because if she liked one sort of uniform she might well like what was in effect another, while it made it easy to get in and out of the building. I was also hoping that if I dressed to the nines she might enjoy taking me down a peg or two, which was sure to be nice. With that in mind, I chose a set of luxurious silk underwear in pale cream, heavily decorated with lace and including a slip and a girdle to hold my stockings up. The stockings, a white blouse, a navy-blue skirt suit with a thin grey stripe, a matching bag and black heels completed my look, and if I was rather overdressed for a Saturday evening then at least that suited my prissy image.
    It certainly didn’t attract any undue attention, and I was soon at her shop and making a careful check of the street for people I knew before nipping inside. Charlie was at the counter, serving a plump middle-aged man with a bald patch at the back of his head who took one look at me and fled the shop.
    ‘I hope I didn’t lose you a customer?’
    ‘Don’t worry about it. He’d bought what he wanted and was trying to chat me up.’
    ‘Oh. I suppose that must be a problem working here?’
    She shrugged. ‘Sometimes. I just tell them I prefer girls.’
    ‘And do you?’
    I’d asked because I wasn’t sure, but she wasn’t giving anything away. ‘I prefer
you
. Shall we go down to the Wharfingers? I can lock up now.’
    We waited until the shop was secure before resuming our conversation as we walked down the road.
    ‘You look very smart. I thought you were going paintballing?’
    ‘I changed.’
    ‘Into an office suit?’
    ‘I thought you might like it.’
    ‘I do. How did the paintballing go?’
    ‘I got a flag, but then I got shot by my own side.’
    She laughed, making me blush, because she’d immediately picked up on my tone of voice and realised I’d really rather liked it, so I carried on. ‘They were really nasty about it, and Stacey Atkinson, who I’d made my sergeant, was the worst of all. She gave me a count of five and told me to run, then shot me when she’d got to about three. The others joined in, all of them I think. I’d ripped my trousers so my knickers showed, and most of them aimed for my bottom. Most of them got me too. And I fell in a stream, and when I finally got away I accidentally sat down in a cowpat.’
    ‘I wouldn’t expect you to do it on purpose!’
    I stuck my tongue out at her and continued. ‘That wasn’t the best bit … I mean, the worst bit. I was covered in mud, and worse, so I went to a cottage. There was a very nice old lady there who washed my clothes and let me have a bath. Unfortunately I – I was playing with myself in the bath and she caught me.’
    ‘No!’
    ‘Yes, and she told me off. Then she spanked me.’
    ‘Spanked you?’
    Charlie’s eyes were wide with excitement, but I could see she wasn’t sure I was telling the truth.
    ‘Seriously. When she caught me she said I needed a bare-bottom spanking. What was I supposed to do?’
    ‘Not let her spank you, maybe? Seriously, Lucy, you let her spank you, bare?’
    ‘I was already in the nude. I’d just got out of the bath.’
    ‘Oh my, you lucky little bitch! Tell me about it, Lucy, everything.’
    I knew what she wanted, and I was struggling not to giggle as I began again, sounding pathetically sorry for myself. ‘She caught me playing with myself in the bath and she told me I needed … no, I remember, she told me she ought to put me across her knee for a good old-fashioned, bare-bottom spanking. That’s what she said.’
    ‘So you let her do