Jingles 01

'I do, and as you saw, I did.'

Nik looked at me; our eyes locked.

'X is a very good slave girl, she does as she is told. Did you tell her to spank you?'

'No, no, you can't blame her, she just knew.'

Nik's left eyebrow raised in surprise.

'She knew you wanted spanking, really, Pixie, and how was that?'

'She just knew, Nik, I was so worked up I needed something to push me over the edge.'

'I see,' she said, 'well I am afraid that X should not have acted without permission, she got above herself and as we need to keep things balanced round here, she will be given to the other slaves after lights out. We shall allow her to go home early, as she will need help to recover. But we cannot have things put out of balance.'

Horrified by the fate I had inadvertently brought onto X, I protested.

'It was not her fault, it was mine, please do not hurt her.'

'Well, Pixie, I fear that there is only one other way to right the balance.'

'What is that?' I said, wanting to save X.

'That is for you to take the blame and work alongside her as a slave for the night.'

I had known it was coming. The gush in my knickers bore its own witness to that.

'Show me your arse, Pixie, be a good girl.'

Wordlessly, I rose, bent over, flipped up my skirt and lowered my knickers to reveal everything.

'Well, I have to say, that look suits you. Come here.'

I stood up and turned, my knickers still around my upper thighs, so I waddled to her, She lifted my chin and smiled.

'So, does my posh English girl want to join the slave pen and be played with?'

As I said, I knew it had been a mistake to come.