“But I think,” Stacey said, “that what you and Miss Morgan most deserve is the slashing kisses of what’s known as the Senior English cane.” The young officer returned the Singapore cane to the cabinet and took out two shorter, thinner canes. “These, my dear, are made of rattan. Each of them is 33 inches long and has a diameter of five-sixteenths of an inch thick.” There was a quick whistling as Stacey cut the air with the canes. “They’re lovely canes, don’t you think?”
Katherine swayed on her feet. She didn’t know what to say.
“But you’re not done,” the young officer said. “You still need to pick out a butt plug.”
“A what?” The sway was gone from Katherine’s body; now she trembled. She realized what those smaller penis-shaped objects were. They were not dildos at all, but instead, anal probes. Katherine had heard about butt plugs from her more daring friends, but she had never used one herself. Katherine had never even seen one before this moment. Lindsay’s sobs grew louder behind her.
“Pick out two,” Stacey said.
Katherine thrust her hands blindly into the cabinet and snatched up a matching pair of the anal sex toys. They were made of pliable white rubber, and each was about 4 inches long. The plugs were thin at one end then flared out to about an inch and a half wide in the middle then tapered in again to about a half inch wide before joining a “T” shaped end piece. Katherine knew that once they were inserted, the plugs were meant to stay in position.
Officer Reynolds finally spoke. “Back here,” he said. The command was simple and direct. Katherine turned her head, and then moved slowly to the center of the room. Officer Reynolds extended his hand, and Katherine handed him the butt plugs. Behind her, Stacey fiddled with the cabinet for a moment longer before returning with the canes.
“Here you go, Bob,” Stacey said to Officer Reynolds, handing him a small jar. In return, Officer Reynolds gave Stacey one of the butt plugs.
To her horror, Katherine saw that in addition to the canes, the young officer had given Officer Reynolds a container of petroleum jelly. “I don’t think we need the gloves this time,” Stacey said, smiling. The young officer set the canes down, one on the seat of each chair. Officer Reynolds had already scooped out a generous helping of the jelly. He handed the jar back to Stacey. Stacey scooped out a dollop of the slippery substance.
Katherine and Lindsay stared goggle-eyed at the officers as they greased up the plugs. Lindsay broke her long silence, her voice still chocked with sobs. “What-what are you doing to do with those?” she asked.
Stacey didn’t answer the girl directly. Instead, she pointed to the straight-backed beside Lindsay. “I want you to bend over the chair so that the back of the chair is in your waist.”
Officer Reynolds stepped forward. “I’ll take the brunette this time,” he said to the young officer. “You’ve already spanked her. It’s my turn.”
Lindsay clutched her hands together under her chin and started sobbing again.
Lindsay howled at the sudden bare handed slap on her behind from Officer Reynolds. Startled, Katherine grabbed her young intern in her arms and held her tight to her breasts. “You don’t-”
Sssss-CRACK! Stacey cut off Katherine’s protest with an equally sudden swish of the cane. It connected with the older woman’s buttocks, and the resulting crack was like a gunshot in the small room. A red weal rose quickly on Katherine’s tender flesh, and she was stunned into silence.
“Now!” Stacey barked. “Both of you. Over the chairs, now!”
“Oh God,” Katherine said, the sting of the cane finally reaching her brain. She let go of Lindsay and moved to comply. “Please,” she begged again. The tears were flowing freely down Katherine’s cheeks as she bent over the chair and presented her plump, white ass. Katherine’s butt, like the rest of her, was perfect: twin globes of delight, firm and delicious.
“You, too.” Officer Reynolds pointed at Lindsay. “Bend over the chair and grab the seat.”