Wheeling and Dealing

Story from Kane 95.

Wheeling and Dealing
by Derek Cross

I'd apologised for being a bit late but my host, Colonel Jenkinson, had told me not to worry as there was plenty of time before dinner. His lovely wife, Eve, had given me the same assurance and had offered me an aperitif.

Colonel Jenkinson was a far cry from the comic strip ex soldier of the same high rank. Richard Jenkinson was not, in fact, a 'full' colonel. The fact that he was merely a lieutenant colonel impressed me anyway. I, myself, had never even made lance corporal in the Boys' Brigade!

Richard's hair was still dark, with just a hint of grey at the temples. He certainly looked after his lean and athletic frame. Since leaving the army, he had set up a small chain of convenience stores and he was very successful in his new field.

I, myself, was employed by a wine importer and Richard was after buying stock from me at a good price – hence the dinner invitation.

'Where's Helen?' I asked, referring to the Jenkinsons' nubile, eighteen year old daughter.

'She's on an exchange visit to Germany,' Eve explained. 'We've got a German girl staying here with us.'

'Heidi should have been back by now,' frowned the colonel, glancing at his watch. He asked his wife where she had gone.

'I don't really know,' confessed Eve. 'Other than she went to see some friends she has made. They were to drop her off, here. Of course.' She suddenly remembered. 'They may have been held up. There's a big demo, taking place against the new runway for the airport.'

'That's how I came to be late,' I explained.

'Humph!' the military man scowled. 'Protests shouldn't be allowed. What's wrong with a new runway?'

I, naturally, refrained from saying there would be a lot wrong with a new runway if it passed through his property or if he was under the flight path for the new tarmac strip!

As Heidi would not be dining with us anyway, we began the meal which Eve had prepared. I had brought the wine with me as a gift. We would not begin to 'talk shop' until after the dessert. I was determined that I would not sell any of the wine I had to offer at less than £50 per case: and that was a darned good price.

Towards the end of the lovely meal, Eve began to express concern at the non-appearance of the girl from Hamburg.

'She's got her mobile phone with her,' growled Richard. 'At least, she should have the courtesy to give us a call...'

Just then, as if on cue, the landline telephone in the hallway began to ring.

'That will be Heidi now, I expect,' announced Richard confidently, as he got up from the table.

'If she is asking to stay out all night, the answer is 'No!' instructed Eve.

I was glad to hear that she had the girl's welfare at heart.

When Richard came back into the dining room, his face was like thunder.

Eve asked him if it had seen Heidi on the phone and was there anything wrong?

'Yes. It was Heidi,' he responded, clearly trying to control his temper, although the anger was clearly evident in his voice. 'Yes something IS wrong!'

'What is it!' demanded a worried sounding Eve.

'Heidi has been arrested!'

Unbeknown to her host and his wife, the German girl had joined the protest at the airport expansion site. Things had got out of hand and several people had been arrested – amongst them, Heidi.

Richard wisely ordered a taxi to take him to the police station as he had already drunk a fair amount of the wine I had brought. During his absence, I enjoyed Eve's company, although she was clearly concerned about the girl for whom she was responsible.

It wasn't long before my host returned. Trailing sheepishly behind him was the eighteen year old Heidi. The girl from Hamburg was, to my mind, the archetypal Teutonic fraulein. Big, blue eyes were set in a very pretty, nicely-moulded face. She was above average height and bigger in build than Helen Jenkinson, but she was a long way from being described as fat.

Her big, youthful breasts imposed a great strain upon her dark blue FCUK top and her legs filled out her embroidered, designer jeans. The girl's hair had been done in two bent-over plaits, each adorned with a red ribbon.

She was altogether very fanciable and I knew she would have plenty of admirers amongst the lusty lads of the local village.

'I am very sorry, Frau Jenkinson,' began the girl. She had clearly been crying on the way back. The colonel would have given her a right rollocking. She began wringing her hands. 'The polizei should never have arrested me. I was not doing anything!'

'That's what they all say!' sniffed my dinner host, drinking the remains of the glass of wine he had been forced to leave.

The colonel repeated what he had no doubt already said in the taxi. She had no right to even be on the protest. She didn't even live in the UK. Why should anyone stand in the way of progress? Protestors were just scum. She was very fortunate that the police had seen fit to let her off with a mere caution!

Eve then laid into her from the female viewpoint. Herself and Richard were both responsible for her safety and welfare. They had been let down by her.

'You remember our agreement when you first came?'

Eve's tone now changed. It was cold and authoratitive. Heidi nodded. There was a sudden change in the girl's features. She clearly knew she was about to be told something she was not going to like.

'Yes, Frau Jenkinson.' The girl continued wringing her hands.

'We agreed that you would be treated, in the event of a breach of discipline, exactly like our own daughter, Helen.'

'You have committed a most serious breach of discipline!' The colonel now took over the proceedings.

Heidi lowered her head and placed her hands contritely in her lap. Was she to be 'grounded' for the rest of her stay, I wondered? My host nodded in the direction of his wife.

'You will receive a thrashing for letting everyone down!' Eve announced.

The girl didn't seem at all shocked, but I certainly was! I then suddenly realised that Helen must get treated in this same way! I sighed. It was a pity I would not be able to see the punishment. How wrong I was!

I started to get up and said that, in the circumstances, it would be better if I left.

Richard, however, held up a hand. 'No. You mustn't go. If it was Helen who was being punished, you would be asked to stay. Besides, we still have business to discuss.'

'Of course.' I managed, after clearing my throat. I didn't take any persuading and I tried to give the impression that the business discussion was all important.

There was a further surprise in store for me and, surprisingly, it was Eve who provided it.

'Remove all your clothing!' instructed my friend's wife.

I expected some form of protest from the German girl, but there was none at all. Thrills were now racing around my insides at this unexpected development. Why couldn't all dinner parties be like this? I wondered if the Jenkinsons' lovely daughter would have so willingly agreed to shed her clothing in front of me. I quickly decided that she would indeed do so. Up till now, I had not realised just how strict the Jenkinsons' were.

'I'll go and fetch the belt,' announced Richard.

That was one of my unasked questions now answered. So Heidi was to get a lashing and not a caning!

'I suggest you sit there,' Eve spoke to me, pointing to an easy chair by a coffee table. 'I'm so sorry this has happened, but Richard and I both feel that things like this should be done at the time and got over with as quickly as possible.'

'Yes,' I nodded in agreement.

With a forlorn look on her face, the German girl began to tug up her tee shirt. The sight of her dimpled navel alone began to excite me. What would I be like when ALL her kit was off, I wondered?

There was certainly more than an inch to pinch about her waist, but the young, creamy-skinned flesh was very inviting and I would cheerfully have pinched it, if I'd been invited to!

Heidi then hoisted the garment up over her breasts; and what majestic breasts they were. The large-cupped bra certainly had to work overtime to contain her bazoomers. I, personally, am of the belief that tits can be too big. Heidi's up-top offerings, though certainly very generous in size, did not fall into that category.

The sights of the long slants of the flesh and the considerable cleavage in between further increased my pulse rate and sent blood rushing to my loins.

She got the tee shirt up over her head without too much trouble, although there was some very watchable swaying and bobbing of her bra-covered breasts as she did so.

Heidi folded and placed her now discarded top neatly over a chair back. I smiled to myself. Would a German have done anything other than neatly and tidily!

Still keeping her head down, the eighteen-year old next reached behind her back to unclip her bra catch. I watched, fascinated, as the cups slackened their hold on their sizeable contents. Then, she pulled the garment away from her. The straps fell down her arms and her breasts bounced to their new-found freedom.

Richard had missed that part of the show, but he now came back into the room, stretching a wide, thick belt between his strong hands.

Heidi looked up, saw what he was holding and licked pouting lips which must have suddenly gone dry.

The belt looked a fearsome implement. To think that it must have curved around the lovely Helen's hindquarters on a number of occasions! I just could not imagine the Jenkinsons' lovely daughter doing anything at all that would merit such treatment.

Heidi had to remove her trainers, so as to get her jeans off. She raised one foot to do so, but became overbalanced and staggered a few paces. Obviously, that set her tits in motion and it was a real treat to observe those great globes with their nipples like Mexican hats on the move.

She sat down on a chair arm and took off her trainers, accompanied by more bouncing and swaying of her bristols. Then she stood up, unzipped her jeans and pushed them down her legs, taking her mini briefs with them at the same time.

The now naked girl didn't seem in the least bit embarrassed, affording me an excellent view of her shaven pussy as she extricated her sturdy, but remarkably shapely legs, from the denim.

Heidi made no attempt to cover her crotch and stood to attention as she waited for an instruction.

Richard dragged over a low table to just in front of where Eve and I were sitting. 'Kneel on there! Bottom up the air!' he instructed her.

Heidi obeyed without demur. My poor, overworked heart really began to hammer in my chest. The German girl had positioned herself so that I would be given a close-up view of the proceedings. Had that been deliberate on her part on account of my being a guest?

Her lovely bottom loomed before my eyes. Perhaps 'loomed' is the wrong word, as her rear was certainly not fat and enormous as that word might imply. Being wide-hipped and sturdy of thigh, it was inevitable that her posterior would not be trim and oval-shaped.

Her bum cheeks were gloriously round and full. The big, peach-like globes were divided by a long, deep crease. Nestling high between the mounds was her succulent, young pussy which was blatantly exposed to my view.

Through her parted legs, I could see that her breasts were pressed against the table top. I had half a mind to put a couple of plates under them – dinner plates, of course!

Richard now moved into a position behind the girl and to her left. I would still have an uninterrupted view of the German girl's voluptuous teenage bottom receiving what I knew would be a very thorough thrashing.

My host coiled the buckled end of the belt around his right fist, leaving several feet of the leather trailing down by his side.

I noted that he did no measuring up of any kind. Previous thrashings of his daughter's no doubt gorgeous arse must have provided the experience! Ever so briefly, I thought I would give pretty well anything to see Helen crouched on the table top.

With the lashing now imminent, my insides were really churning with excitement. I turned to Eve and whispered, 'How many lashes will she get?'

'Richard will know when to stop,' she said softly, in reply.

The colonel was now about to begin. Heidi's pillowy bum mounds were trembling a little. It was the first sign of apprehension that she had so far given.

The former soldier's arm went up and the belt trailed over his shoulder. Sharply, his arm jerked downwards, sending the leather flying down to its un-missable target.

Whoosh! Slapp!

Heidi's breath exhaled in a rush as the thick, wide strip curled to the shape of her buttocks before falling away, it's painful job well done.

The girl waggled her bum about a bit and I watched, heart thumping, as a broad stripe appeared on the creamy curves. Her bottom looked a bit like a hot cross bun. I knew it would not be very long before it resembled the setting sun.

Again, the belt abruptly descended, obeying it's dispatcher's command. It struck high up on her jutting buttocks. A little squeal escaped from the back of Heidi's throat. Her nates waggled a little again.

I, myself, was feeling the effects of what was happening down below and I crossed one leg over the other as casually as possible, to hide any protuberance. Even if she did notice, Eve said nothing. Another band of red lit up the German girl's bum cheeks to show where the second swipe had landed.

Whoosh!

Slapp!

'Ooohh!'

The first vocal reaction came from Heidi. It certainly wasn't a high-pitched cry, but it did reveal the fact that her backside was certainly beginning to suffer.

Further evidence came from a jerky movement of her striped rear. It was a little bit embarrassing and, really, Heidi should have worn a thong to conceal her most intimate part – not that I was complaining, you understand!

The thick hide came scything down again. It landed with a resounding SLAP onto the lower undercurves of the delinquent's rounded-out posterior.

'Ohhhhnnh!'

The sound of protest was quite high-pitched this time and Heidi's knees pounded the table top. Her thighs parted even more revealingly.

I, myself, was now perspiring slightly. Eve, by my side, seemed to be taking it all in her stride.

With Heidi's buttocks still writhing in torment, Richard sent in the belt to do its duty once more. The flesh wobbled slightly as it was struck. Her cheeks were actually firmer fleshed than I had expected.

Poor Heidi gave out an unrestrained shriek of shock and pain. Her reddened buttocks contorted with the pain and she pivoted backwards and forwards urgently on her knees in a very sensual motion.

Once more, the belt described a graceful arc. Its result, however, was far from graceful. Heidi's already well-beaten bottom oscillated suggestively from side to side. Her wail of distress stayed long in her throat.

I recalled Eve telling me that Richard would know when to stop. A glance at him revealed that he was nowhere near bringing an end to Heidi's agonising punishment for her misdemeanour.

By now, there didn't seem to be anywhere upon the girl's broad, blushing bottom that had not tasted the well-wielded hide strip.

Swoosh!

Slappp!

'Yowwwwweeeeeee!'

The screech was animal-like and I knew why. Richard had struck whilst Heidi's anguished nates were still in a frenetic circular motion and the tip of the lash had, unfortunately, clipped the girl's pussy.

'Richard! Be careful!' shouted Eve.

'She should have kept her bottom still!' retorted the colonel unapologetically.

That was easier said than done, of course!

Richard did, however, wait for Heidi's beleaguered bottom to engage a low gear so there would be no danger of striking her private entrance before delivering another scything blow of the pain-imparting punishment implement.

The flesh rippled with the force of the blow.

Heidi again yelled out. Her back arched and she threw back her head. The girl's cauldron rear waved agitatedly from side to side.

I, personally, thought the girl had had enough. Clearly, Richard was nor of the same opinion and he maintained his ground.

Patiently, he waited for Heidi's writhing to subside before slashing the scarlet globes yet again.

'Yeeeeecccchhhh!'

Another piercing shriek came from the girl as more pain surged through her body. Her emblazoned hindquarters contorted in another wild reaction to the punishing strip.

I couldn't take my eyes away from the sight, despite the fact that I had begun to feel terribly sorry for Heidi. I was also somewhat surprised that she had not yet begged for mercy; not that I believed the colonel to be a merciful man, anyway.

The thought occurred to me that the blonde-haired student must have been similarly treated in her homeland, as she was coping reasonably well in the circumstances. Would Helen Jenkinson undergo such an ordeal in Hamburg, I wondered?

Richard was, clearly, not being merciful towards the girl in his charge. I watched him lift the belt as high as his arm could take it. Heidi's tortured bum muscles were clenching and unclenching in anticipation.

Swoosh!

Slapp!

'Ohhhhhhhhhh!' screeched the girl.

Her sore, scarlet bottom shook frenziedly and rose and fell with the impact. The girl could certainly take punishment.

Out of the corner of me eye, I watched to see if Eve looked at all uncomfortable at the plight of their exchange student. She didn't seem at all perturbed. Perhaps she knew better than to interfere in such matters.

Suddenly, I began to suspect that my charming hostess for the evening must, surely, receive similar treatment from her husband! The very thought was mind-boggling. What wouldn't I give to witness such an event!

'This will be the final one!' Richard suddenly announced.

'Thank you,' sobbed Heidi.

I found it quite remarkable that she should have said that. What wonderful manners!

The final slash still caused havoc. The screech of protest to the instant, flaming pain was instantly followed by a most immodest, wild rotation of her fire-laden nates.

When I finally left the Jenkinsons' household much later that evening, I reflected upon the deal I had just finalised. Despite my earlier intention not to sell below £50 per case, I had actually agreed to a figure of £45. You see, the colonel had promised to ring me to go over whenever he was about to punish either Eve or Helen – or even both of them together!

It had to be the bargain of all time!