Three's Company: Part 3
"Yuck!" Kate exclaimed, shutting the car door forcefully. She glanced at Carrie, who was adjusting herself in the front passenger seat. "Whew, that was .... Yuck!"
Carrie chuckled. "Yay for the patriarchy!" she laughed. "The pompous jerk!"
"I had such a hard time restraining myself from kicking him in the groin as we were leaving. The part where he said he'd only employ females because he didn't trust our ability to handle male interviews critically!"
Carrie tried to compose herself. "Do not fret, dear. We acquired what we aimed for. Isabella and Carmen will each get six months of stable employment at decent wages."
"And incidentally, he didn't spot the gender discrimination clause in our contract, which allows us to have a female arbitration board if absolutely necessary."
"He's in for a surprise if he manhandles at the inappropriate moment."
Kate, now in the driving seat, sighed. "We're good. Now, what's next on the to-do list?"
"We need to get some gadgets if we're going to pull him off," said Carrie. "Your riding crop is too much, and a clothes brush lacks... I'm not sure, class?"
"Kimbills should be able to help, does that sound reasonable?" Kate asked, referring to the toy and lubricant emporium they often frequented for their shared bedroom playthings.
"Kim's a decent person," Carrie agreed. "Let's try her, not online."
Their destination was a store located in a back lane off the main street, concealed behind a frosted glass frontage to appease the moral guardians of the town council. Inside the shop, Kate and Carrie were warmly welcomed by the owners, Kim and Bill, an androgynous duo who'd long provided unjudgmental assistance to the community's sensual predilections.
"Good morning ladies," Kim greeted them. She awaited their orders. Experience had shown her that customers should be left to speak first. Bill, having politely smiled, discreetly vanished into the store's rear room.
Kate and Carrie exchanged glances, uncertain of who should speak first. Kate ultimately stepped up.
"So, do you offer canes and paddles, Kim?"
"Of course, darling," answered Kim. "We've a range of options, some playful, others considerably intense."
"Hmmmm, severe, sound good to you?" Carrie quipped.
Kim smiled. "Who's been mischievous, then?" she asked jokingly.
"It's a long yarn," Kate responded.
"Take as long as you need," Kim offered. "It's generally quiet in here on Saturdays, so if you want to—"
Kate and Carrie recounted their encounter with Toby, how he eavesdropped on their conversation and volunteered to be their skivvy if they spanked his bottom every day. "This is a bit odd, but we used Kate's riding crop on him, and he still wants to stay with us, so we thought we'd get some items designed specifically for his preferences," concluded Carrie.
"It's not as peculiar as you think," Kim consoled her. "If an individual craves submission and chastisement, they have limited options for expressing this. People have a cultural prejudice against hurting others—so anyone interested in punishment is secretive. And society degrades those labelled masochists. We've had the same experience. I'll show you." Calling out to her partner, she said, "Bill!"
From behind the counter in the storeroom, Bill hastened to assist. Like Kim, he was middle-aged, but her broad shoulders, muscular build contrasted with his petiteness and delicate features. "Yes, dear," he murmured.
"These ladies are seeking tools for punishing a man's derrière," Kim informed him. "How would you suggest we go about it?"
"An excellent alternative to canes, ladies," Bill commented. "Tawses come in different sizes and weights. You can also find solid straps like those old-fashioned prisons used back in the southern U.S. states, some with holes, others without."
"Don't we already have these at the store, Bill?" Kim pondered.
"No, darling. But we have a supplier who can create what our customers desire within a week's time."
"It's a bit pricey, isn't it?" Carrie observed.
"Perhaps," Kim said thoughtfully. "But it's worth it for the satisfaction."
"What sort of pain can they produce, Carrie?" Kate inquired.
"That's the question, Kate," Carrie reflected. "How much do they hurt, and how much do we want them to hurt?"
"Our friend here has a Skivvy. What's he like, Carrie? Is he a brawny hunk?" Kim inquired playfully.
Carrie shook her head. "Not exactly. He's more Bill's size, but a bit younger."
Kim nodded at Bill. "Right," she said, looking Bill up and down. "Do you think they'd let him test some of the items for you?"
"I think he'd be up for it," Kate smiled.
"If you'd like to try before purchasing, ladies, we could use Bill's bottom as a model," Kim suggested.
"Really?" Carrie remarked in astonishment.
"Yes, indeed," Kim said matter-of-factly. "I'm perfectly serious. You see, Bill has been serving his position for more than two decades. He even takes his punishment with a smile."
"Meaning you've both had a submissive arrangement for a long time?" Kate clarified.
"He's my first employee, quite the sloppy one back then," Kim said. "He risked losing his job, but he offered to take a paddling for each mistake I found. He convinced me of his dedication, and we became business partners five years later. Now, he's due for another round."
"This level of customer service is more than I've ever encountered!" Carrie marveled.
"He did volunteer for it," Kim shrugged. "Plus, I've been planning to make things a bit uncomfortable for him later," she added with a wink.
"Isn't this a bit much for a salesman to undergo?" Kate asked.
"I don't think you understand the depth of our customer service," Kim clarified as she led them to the back of the store through the staircase. "Some people buy a couple of paddles or canes to enhance their sex life. But some seek a more immersive experience. And we're here to provide it."
"We're both bold in the bisexual department," Kim shared, her voice giving away her excitement. "That's why we're still in business. We understand what our clients want. When it comes to corporal punishment, however, we can offer a more personal touch."
They reached the first floor where they lived. Bill appeared with a bundle of implements.
"These are the ones in our inventory," he explained, holding out the items for them to see.
Kim picked up one of the implements. It was a black leather spanking paddle with a rounded surface. "This one's for beginners," she declared, handing it to Carrie. "Someone willing to test it out?"
Carrie nodded toward Bill. "Sit down, Bill," she commanded. Bill obediently sat in front of her, his face expressionless. "Put your hands behind your back," Carrie ordered. He complied without hesitation. Tentatively, she slapped the paddle against Bill's backside.
Hey now, don't you want to save some time by just telling him to drop his pants and get his butt bare?
"Go ahead," Carrie relayed to Bill. "Do what she said!"
That's when they spotted Bill's attire.
"Dungarees?" Kate asked in disbelief. "How old-fashioned and farmhand-like."
"But it's very functional too," Kim pointed out. "It makes it easy to access the target area quickly."
Bill showed them what she meant. He undid the two buttons that connected his overalls to their fasteners, and the entire thing slid off to his ankles. He had no undergarments on, so he was mostly naked from the top of his shirt down to his thighs. The one thing that caught their guests' attention was the chastity device adorning his groin.
"Can we get one of those too?" Kate asked, pointing to Bill's privates. "Skivvy loves to wave his around in our faces."
"Sure, we can show you a variety," Kim replied.
"Okay, Bill, over you go," Carrie instructed with a hint of urgency, taking Bill by the hand and leading him over her lap. She placed the paddle.
"Give him three whacks," Kim instructed. "This will give you a sense of how it feels. And don't be conservative. Ensure you make them count."
Carrie happily followed these instructions. She lifted the paddle and smacked it down hard on Bill's buttocks... once... twice... thrice! Bill whimpered with each whack the paddle made contact, but he remained still. His bottom started to blush slightly.
Carrie traced her fingers along Bill's reddened behind. "That felt awesome," she exclaimed. "How did you find it, Bill?"
Both Kim and Kate chuckled. "It stung. You're quite a pro at using a paddle, Carrie!" Bill replied.
"We'll keep it," Carrie ordered. She helped him up.
"How about a cane or two?" Kim asked, picking up a couple. "This one's more swish-y," she said as she waved a skinny, curved rattan stick with a curved handle, "and this one's more of a thud-der," she added while holding a straight cane as thick as her finger.
"May I try them" Kate inquired, taking both canes from Kim.
"Certainly, go right ahead," Kim smiled. "Bill, prepare yourself. Give him three swats with each, my dear."
Obeying her, Bill bent over at the waist, gripping his shins. His backside stuck out. Kim ran her hand along the exposed skin.
"Once he's standing up and bent over like that," she suggested Kate, "you want to swing the cane parallel to the ground, not above your head. You must avoid striking this part of the bottom, or else it may land on the spine. Apart from that, have fun!"
Observing intently, Kate gave Bill three hard whacks with the lighter of the two canes. Bill emitted a mewling sound each time the cane connect to his flesh. Upon finishing, the ladies inspected the marks left on his bottom, slightly above the junction with his thighs.
"Those look pretty sweet," Kim commented. "Here's a special place that can be easily damaged if you're not careful." She poked the reddened area with her finger. "That's what makes the cane so severe. It's very easy to tear the skin, and recovery time takes a while. That's why I don't use it unless I'm not going to see him for a while."
"So we won't be using it much on our boy then," Kate realized. "Unless you don't mind his bottom looking rough."
"Correct. However, test the other cane. Give him three more," Kim agreed.
Bill bent over once more, and Kate gave him three more hard strokes, allowing the ladies time to examine the damage.(C) Kim patted Bill affectionately on the reddened behind. "Thank you, Bill," Kate conveyed after helping him stand. "How did it feel for you?"
"It burns. I'm a big fan of spanking, but a caning with that... really tests my endurance." They could tell from his face that he was on the verge of tears.
Torn between laughter and shock, Kate said, "We'll choose one of each. We should see if we can push Skivvy's limits."
"Kim isn't afraid to dish it out," I said confidently. "He's expecting more tonight from Kim. That's perfectly fine, doesn't bother you Bill?"
"No, Kim," was all Bill could manage.
"Let's make him rest over the back of this sofa," suggested Carrie, grabbing Bill's hand. She glanced at Kim. "Two more strokes?"
"Go easy on the first two, but give him a real whack on the last one," Kim said.
Carrie followed Kim's instructions. The first two lashes displayed the whip's stripes spreading across the target area, leaving faint pink markings on Bill's fair skin. Then Carrie reared back and struck hard. Bill yelled out.
Kim lightly caressed Bill's bottom as she exhibited the result of the final stroke to her clients. Deep red streaks lay atop the pink marks of the previous strokes, adding to the wounds caused by the cane.
"Excellent shot," Kim praised Carrie. "A dozen strokes like that would work wonders on your sub!"
"It felt great!" Carrie declared. "I can imagine myself enjoying this!"
"Do you need anything else here now?" Kim inquired as Bill began collecting their selections.
"Yes, thank you," Kate responded, then paused. "Wait, there's one more thing. Bill," she called. She pointed to his genitals. "You said you could provide us with stuff to lock him up!"
Kim led the way down to the shop. "Choose what you require based on whether you want to control him, stunt him, or punish him. I'm stunting Bill, so I'll put him in something really tight. If he tried to escape without permission, I'd put him in something with spikes, which would hurt like hell if he developed an erection. If you're not looking to punish him, you can just get something that prevents him from getting erect."
Six different choices lay before them.
Carrie and Kate studied the somewhat intimidating accumulation.
"We're not really in the business of punishing him," Carrie muttered. "It's the stuff he requested, but he only asked to be locked up because we indicated we weren't into guys."
Kate picked a cylindrical object up. "What about this one?"
"Good choice," Kim acknowledged. "This band secures behind the scrotum, and this cylinder just holds the unhardened phallus without crushing it, enabling him to pee when necessary. It screws on with a unique Allen key, so you don't need to consult a locksmith if anything malfunctions."
The women giggled at the concept of a locksmith working on a chastity cage and added it to their list.
"Please keep me informed of how things turn out," Kim invited them while helping them check out.
"We'll invite you over once we're settled," Carrie replied. "I think Skivvy will be relieved to see Bill and know he's not the only one who's vulnerable!"
These two women indulged in a peaceful lunch at a pub before returning home, each carrying a bag full of purchases. Skivvy was busy in the kitchen. He rushed into the living room, still clad only in a butcher's apron. He rapidly dropped the apron to the floor while the ladies placed their bags on the coffee table.
"Did you go to your accommodations?" Kate inquired of Skivvy.
"Yes, Miss K. I've taken care of everything," said Skivvy.
"Marvelous, "Carrie said as she extracted the chastity device from their shopping bag. "Take off that apron, now."
Skivvy complied, dropping the apron on the floor, displaying his erect penis, which did not sit well with the ladies.
"This absolutely won't do," Carrie scolded Kate. "How will we secure that thing on his sexual organ when he's in such a state?"
"Simply," Kate answered swiftly. "He can kneel on a footstool and put his elbows and nose on the floor."
Carrie and Kate watched him follow her instructions.
"Welcome to your first installment of your wages!" Kate announced as she took a swipe with the cane.
The paddle made a dull 'whup!' as it connected with Skivvy's buttocks, causing his head to jerk up and his entire body to tense. His reaction confirmed that Kate's strike had hit home.
Carrie and Kate stood to the left and right of him as Carrie unleashed five more shots with the cane on Skivvy. Each blow seemed to dig deep into his core, and Skivvy whimpered in an attempt to soothe the pain.
"Okay, stand up," Kate directed. Skivvy awkwardly rose to his feet. The ladies examined his groin.
"It's so much smaller now!" Carrie observed, handling his flaccid penis with some reluctance.
"Hurry up and put on the cage!" Kate exclaimed. Skivvy had been forced to stand by while Kate punished him with a cane, and now Carrie carefully fixed the cage around his genitals. Once it was secure, both women shared a satisfied glance. They wouldn't have to worry about him getting erect anymore!
Carrie then handed Skivvy some items they had recently purchased, announcing, "Here are some items we've bought for you." There were two canes, a paddle, and a whip. "With these, we'll be able to provide you with your wages when needed and we'll acquire more when necessary."
Kate also brought out three grey sweatshirts and three pairs of baggy denim dungarees. "Put one of these sweatshirts on," she instructed. Skivvy did as he was told, but the dungarees were so loose that they swayed around his legs. Kate was pleased with the result.
"Perfect," she said. "If we need to spank your bottom, all we have to do is undo these buttons..." She unclasped the buttons connecting the dungaree's bib to its straps "... then simply pull them down." The dungarees then drew down to Skivvy's heels, leaving his glaring derriere exposed.
Carrie took the paddle and informed Skivvy, "Position over my lap now, boy. Another portion of your wages is coming your way." Skivvy obediently climbed over Carrie's lap, and she grinned at Kate.
"Let's see if we can erase last night's cane marks."
Carrie spanked Skivvy for quite some time, entirely unabashed. When she finally stopped, the cane marks on his buttocks had been replaced by a bright pink hue from the paddle.
That entire Saturday was spent tutoring Skivvy on his new responsibilities. The two ladies were used to instructing au pairs, but they had never encountered one as willing to listen and obey as Skivvy. Neither complained about the tasks they were given, nor disregarded them. Instead, they performed them promptly. Only in the kitchen, when Carrie implored Skivvy to show his culinary skills, did he hesitate, implying that he had never learned to cook. They assigned him to prepare food and clean every item that couldn't be placed in the dishwasher.
Near the end of the day, Carrie and Kate relaxed in their armchairs, untroubled by the whirlwind of the day's events. Carrie removed her shoes and wriggled her toes, sighing, "It's nice to have a break from all the running around."
Suddenly, Skivvy cleared his throat loudly, startling the two women. "Might I be permitted to perform a foot massage, Miss C?" he inquired respectfully.
Carrie frowned, "Do you really think massaging my feet will grant you a boner?"
Kate shrugged, "You could punish him, or let him loosen up your muscles then whip his ass if you don't approve. If he succeeds, I'll catch you a good back massage too."
Carrie was initially suspicious, but as Skivvy continued to work his magic, her skepticism waned. After fifteen minutes, she began to relax. By this time, Carrie had a foot in Skivvy's grip and the other resting on his head, her eyes closing in enjoyment. After fifteen minutes, she withdrew her foot and motioned Skivvy off, kissing him on his forehead.
When Kate saw this, she snapped, "Hey! Is it permissible for him to...?" before Carrie shooed her away with, "If he can touch my feet like this, I'd let him suck my toes." Skivvy was still working on Carrie's other foot when she suddenly pushed him away, excluded from the experience. Skivvy went back to his duties, still with his dungarees around his ankles.
"Ask Kate if she'd want the same treatment," the person instructed Skivvy.
"Absolutely," Kate replied in a drawling tone. She moved her bare feet back and forth in front of her. "C'mon, get to it! And make it good!"
Carrie went into the kitchen while Skivvy began his foot massage for Kate. It didn't take long for him to win her over, just 15 minutes in fact. When they called her in for dinner, Kate looked so content that Carrie saw fit to give Skivvy a nice serving of their leftovers after they'd finished their own meal.