Experiences at the Surgery Pt. 05

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A Sunday interlude with Fay.
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Part 5 of the 8 part series

Updated 06/08/2023
Created 09/08/2017
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JaneBirch
JaneBirch
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This is the 5th part of my story. Please read the first four parts for it to make sense.

As usual it has some fetish content in it, so if you do not like bodily functions in your stories, please look elsewhere. All characters are over 18.

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I gently peeled down my jeans as soon as I got to the bathroom. I was desperate for a pee but my real anxiety was the state of my bum after Marion's spanking and paddling and Solange's vicious caning.

Turning so my bottom faced the mirror and looking over my shoulder, I gasped with the shock of what was revealed.

Whilst most of the skin had faded to a pale pink there were three red stripes across the fullest part of my bottom cheeks. One tramline was much darker red than the other two. The skin on that one was broken and bruised. I guessed that Solange had struck me twice in exactly the same place, which was why the marking and pain there was so pronounced.

Carefully I applied a cool damp wash cloth. It seemed to make no difference to the heated skin which was terribly sore. This was not an outcome I had either wanted or expected. Marion and Solange's idea of punishment was completely different to mine. Any pleasure or arousal I had felt in the spur of the moment was now long gone. I was injured and angry.

I found some Arnica cream in the cabinet and gently spread some over the bruises.

I relieved my bladder and then went and found a thong and dressing gown, made tea and retired to the comfort of my bed. Propped up with pillows I wasn't too uncomfortable.

I reflected on the events of the afternoon. Two things stuck in my mind.

The first was how sensuously Fay had handled me when I'd visited the Salon, - what was all that about?...One minute she was hot and then she blew cold...was she warming up again? I resolved to go and see her the following morning...

The second was the pair of panties I had picked up as I'd left The Firs. They belonged to someone called Dawn which coincidentally was my boss's name...

I went back to the bathroom, where I'd discarded them earlier, and retrieved them.

They were stained with urine and skid marks and were very pungent. I clasped them to my face and sniffed. A small frisson of arousal surged through me.

I knew it was pervy to smell another woman's dirty underwear, Marion had been the one that had got me into it by pegging dirty knickers to my nose whenever I visited her. So now it felt a perfectly normal thing to do...

I knew that these panties had been acquired from the owner the previous day, and coincidentally that had been the same day my boss Dawn had hauled me up for the quality of my work. Was that a coincidence or not?

Marion had also said that the Dawn who had visited her had been with her in the morning. I tried to remember whether I had seen Dawn on Friday morning...but my memory was a blank. I couldn't even remember what she had been wearing in the afternoon...

I decided to sleep on things, and after making a quick salad went to bed nursing my very sore behind.

~

Sunday morning was damp and dreary.

I got up early, planning on going to the gym, but after inspecting my injuries, which were only slightly faded, I took a long leisurely bath.

Whilst luxuriating in a cloud of steam and aromatic oil, I decided to call Fay to take her up on her offer of a coffee. I really wanted to see her again...

I took care of some of my beauty routines to wile away some time, and then a quick call confirmed Fay was at home, and had few plans for the day apart from going for a run.

I put on some sexy cream undies, my best skinny jeans and white crop top before applying just the right amount of make up to look my best, but not over the top. I grabbed my bomber jacket, found my car keys and headed out..

~

Pulling up in front of the apartment block, Fay appeared as I was getting out of the car. She was returning from what had clearly been a strenuous run. Her cheeks were flushed and her face was rather sweaty.

She embraced me, smiling...

She looked so beautiful. Her hair was in a high pony tail, and she was wearing a tight white running vest with tiny black shorts. Her coltish legs were shod with trainers. I was so envious she could look quite that good after exercise...

As I followed her through the entrance I admired her shapely bum. If ever there was a moment in my life where I realised how powerfully attractive the shape of the female form could be it was then...

Standing in the small lift with her, my nose prickled with the scents from her exertions - raw and slightly sharp...I wanted to grab her and delve my fingers under her running vest and feel her little breasts...how I restrained myself I don't know...

Soon we were in her kitchen and she was making tea and coffee. I don't remember what we talked about to start with, my brain was only absorbing the pleasure from being around her again.

She sat me down on the sofa with the view over the town, and then perched on the edge of the cushion next to me, one of her sleek thighs just touching my knee.

"So...come on then...tell me what happened? Did Marion accept you with your hair the way I cut it or did she punish you for failing in your task?"

"The latter, I'm afraid. It was awful Fay...she and Solange beat the hell out of me and they even had some nerdy bloke, called Simon, stand and watch, to pile on the humiliation..."

"Bloke??" She said incredulously. "Well I say, that's a new one for Marion..." she's only ever been a lesbian to my knowledge."

"No, you don't understand Fay, he was quite young, probably 20. Marion said he was the son of a colleague who was suffering from premature ejaculation. They were threatening to circumcise him! You should have seen his dick though, it was a real monster..."

"Sounds like you wanted it... did you get to play with it then?"

"No, no, no...I had to content myself with tonguing Solange and bringing myself off with my fingers..."

"Still sounds like you had a good time then?"

"Well no Fay, if I'm honest I didn't really enjoy it. I mean I enjoyed Marion being so dominant and controlling me, that reallly does get me turned on, but they really hurt me, you should see my bum, it's raw in a couple of places and dreadfully sore. I didn't sign up for that, it went beyond the pleasure..."

"I'll have a look later if you want? The thing I don't get though Is why didn't you just tell them to stop, or use your safe word?"

"I don't know really...I suppose I've found all the experiences rather addictive, and don't want them to end.."

"Yes, but assaulting you that badly is almost criminal, I mean you could go to the police..."

"There is something else I need to explain," my voice was now almost a whisper, I was almost ashamed to mention my intrigue in the mysterious client Dawn and my curiosity as to whether it was my boss...

"What? I'm all ears..." Fay smiled, and gently rested a hand on my shoulder supportively.

So I told her about my suspicions. She listened without interrupting me. When I'd finished, she stood up and went over to the window and looked out.

"OK Jane, so you are intrigued as to whether your boss is also a client of Marion's, I get that, but so what if she is? I mean it doesn't matter does it?"

"No, you don't get it Fay. What I want to find out is whether Dawn and Marion set this whole thing up with me...I mean from the start. From the day I was hired by Atlas."

"Sorry, you'll have to explain."

"I mean that Dawn is in league with Marion. You see the more I think about it, the more I wonder whether Dawn manipulated me when I first took on the job, so I moved into The Firs and became prey for Marion."

"Gosh you have got a fertile imagination. What would be the point in that..?"

"I don't know, apart from the obvious reason that they get their kicks out of seducing young unattached submissive women!"

"But I've never met anyone called Dawn at The Salon. Jane this all sounds a bit implausible to me. I mean seriously.."

"I know, I know...I nearly didn't tell you, it seems far fetched to me too."

"And another thing, Marion's partner in crime is Toni. I know that to my cost..."

"Yes, but you were the one who told me about the connection with Julie at Smith & Armstrong... I have been searching my memory as to whether Dawn told me to go to see them when I was at the interview. I know I told her I needed to find somewhere to live.."

"And did she?"

"I don't know Fay. I just can't remember."

"OK Jane. I get it. But look, what if Dawn is behind all this, does it change anything? I mean are you happy or unhappy that you have fallen into Marion's clutches or not? And what about Dawn? Is she a good boss? Are you happy at work? You certainly have never said anything to suggest you aren't. I think you are over thinking this a bit. Why don't you just relax a bit and enjoy the experiences?"

"Well yes, I suppose I am happy at work and Dawn isn't a bad boss and Marion until yesterday has rather opened up my mind to some rather pleasurable experiences.

I need to think...I mean it might all just be what Marion describes as me starting to reach my potential. I just have a slightly uneasy feeling that I'm some a pawn in a rather sordid game that I don't have any control over where it's going."

"So devise a plan to take control of the game, or at least find out exactly who is pulling the strings and either deal with them or get out of it. You have your safe words after all, don't you?"

"Well yes but..." and as I was about to express my worries about how easy it would be to get another job never mind somewhere else to live, the door bell rang.

~

"Oh, shit, it's Valerie."

"Who's Valerie?" I asked, confused.

"She's a junior at The Salon. I said I'd do a wax for her this morning - she's got a new bloke and she's going on a hot date."

The bell rang again.

"Coming..." Fay said raising her voice. As she made for the door she turned to me.

"Stick around, it won't take long, you can even help if you like." She then winked at me conspiratorially, but before I could reply she'd left the room.

A few moments later she was back...smiling, and I noticed she had a few little laughter lines around he mouth I had never noticed before. They were gentle and inviting...

Valerie appeared behind her. She was tall, with pale skin and round wire framed glasses,

She was pretty and I guessed quite young - certainly five years younger than I was. The thing that set her apart was her long auburn hair. Straight as an arrow and framing her face it cascaded over her shoulders. It's richness made my mouse brown locks look dowdy in comparison.

She smiled at me as she saw me for the first time.

"Hello I'm Valerie. Hey Fay I hope I haven't interrupted something, I thought you said 11?"

"No you aren't and I did say 11. Soz, I forgot to mention my friend Jane would be here didn't I? Anyway she's a close mate so you needn't worry. She can do stuff whilst we do your treatment if it bothers you can't you Jane?"

"Sure," I replied and made to pull my phone out of my pocket to look at my Instagram.

"That's OK," said Valerie. I detected a slight lilt in her accent that I couldn't place the origin of.

"Anyway put your coat down there Val, and come through to my treatment room. Do you want some Ginger tea? Jane can make herself useful and bring you some."

"Yeah great," Valerie said, and they both disappeared off down the corridor.

It took an age to find and make the tea, but eventually, I carried two steaming mugs through to the spare room where Fay had done my waxing.

I didn't think to knock, which was pretty stupid, so I walked in to find Fay and Valerie in the middle of a quite intimate discussion.

Valerie was lying on the treatment bed, propped up on her elbows, her jeans now discarded. Her plain navy hi cuts panties were in clear view, as were generous tufts of her auburn pubes spilling out of the sides.

"Ah, Jane perfect timing," Fay said cheerily. "We need your point of view don't we Val?"

"Well..er," Valerie started to reply, but Fay interrupted her.

"So Jane, I've finished her legs and we were just debating what to do about her bikini line. Val is thinking about having a Brazilian, you know, either all off or just leaving a little landing strip. I think she'll knock this guy out of the park if I just get rid of these side tufts and clipper the rest down a bit. Look how luxurious her fur is Jane, reminds me of yours," and without considering Valerie's embarrassment she yanked the front of her panties down so I could see what she meant.

"Well er...I'm not sure what to say, I'm not sure this is any of my business," I replied, trying to look away and put the mugs down.

When I turned round Fay's fingers were in Val's pubes, pulling and twirling them about.

"Aren't you just so jealous Jane? I sure am, mine are brown and boring. It may be slightly unprofessional of me but I think this carpet of gorgeousness should only be trimmed, don't you?"

"Well..er," I stuttered.

"Tell you what Jane, drop your jeans and knickers so Val can see what being bald looks like. You'd like to see Jane's pussy wouldn't you Val?"

"Oh yes, that would be helpful," came the reply from Val, putting me right on the spot.

Both pairs of eyes focused on me. I was stuck. I didn't mind Fay seeing my nether regions again... after all I quite wanted to see hers...so I unbuckled my belt, and pulled down my jeans revealing my small cream lacy thong.

"Stop a sec Jane will you," Fay asked.

"So Val you can immediately see the benefit of attending to a bikini line. Look how sexy Jane looks in that little thong. Look how prominent her clit is! You can see it's outline! OK, you can carry on Jane."

I reached for the little elastic waist bands and pulled the thong down to my knees...my bald pudenda and prominent hood revealed. I stood proudly, looking from one to the other as they gazed at my womanhood. Val particularly seemed arrested by what she saw, her eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

I glanced down at myself and was shocked to see that I'd exposed the gusset of the thong to them. It was lewdly pointing upwards, and horror of horrors, it was soaking wet!!

I immediately dropped my hands to adjust the little scrap, but Fay noticed my intentions and barked "Jane! Stop!"

My arms fell back to my sides and Fay came across to me. She pulled my thong down to my feet and then made me remove my shoes, jeans and finally my thong. She then picked it up and went back to Val. My embarrassment started to rise.

"You see Val, another consequence of shaving it all off is that when you become aroused, your sap will tend to leak out more easily onto your panties, as has happened to Jane."

"Well yes, I get that," agreed Val.

I was embarrassed that Fay and Val could see I was aroused, but fortunately no more was said about it...

"OK, so I suggest you just let me attend to your bikini line and get rid of some of the bulk of your hair, but leave enough to allure. Let's get those panties off you, and decide what we do with the hair further down. Are you very hairy round your bum hole by the way? And are you going to do some Anal with your man or not? "

"Um...I don't know," came the reply, almost a whisper, Val was clearly troubled by the questions as she frowned as she answered.

"Well I'll show you your bottom in a minute, just pull those things off and I'll fetch my make up mirror. Oh and Jane, why don't you turn round and part your cheeks so we can show Val what a bare bum hole looks like. You wouldn't believe what a hairy thing Jane was Val before I sorted her out," and with that she left the room,

My embarrassment was now nearly as bad as Val's...There was a silence for a few seconds that I did my best to fill.

"I'm sorry if Fay is a bit direct Val?"

"No it's OK, in fact I like it. You see I was an only child from a fairly strict Catholic background, so my mother never really helped me with my sexuality. In fact I'm still a virgin," she said rather proudly.

Fay reappeared holding a small magnifying mirror.

"Come on Jane hurry up. Turn round and show Val your bum."

I didn't think.

I turned round.

It was only when I put my fingers on my buttocks I remembered my poor caned behind.. It was too late though, Val exclaimed "God! What ever happened to you?"

"An over enthusiastic lover," Fay remarked. "Be careful how far you let an ardent lover go Val, that is what can sometimes happen."

"But those stripes look like Jane's been beaten, and recently too."

"Don't worry it wasn't me," Fay added hastily. "Though I do know who was responsible, we were just talking about what Jane should do as a consequence when you arrived."

"Oh, OK. God if a partner did that to me, that would be the end of the relationship. Those marks must hurt.."

"They look worse than they are," I said trying to make light of the situation.

"Right Jane, show Val your little rosette will you?"

I pulled my cheeks apart and Fay described what she had done to get rid of the hairs. The memory of the scalding wax came rushing back. I really wanted to feel that again. There was something so gloriously submissive and shameful about having one's anus waxed...

I was then allowed to turn back round, to see Fay pulling Val's thighs wide apart and delve into her bush again with her fingers.

I rescued my knickers and started to dress. As I did Fay talked to Val about how pretty her inner labia were and how seductive she would look if her vagina and anus were waxed. She got the mirror right up between Val's Thighs to show her, it looked rather comical really.

I felt Val had been humiliated enough by my presence so tried to leave them to it, but Fay was having nothing of it, and I was made to stay and watch. In truth Fay was exactly right. Val's pussy did look absolutely gorgeous when she'd finished. Her bush was tamed but still generous, and her oyster looked ready and inviting. It's pale pink insides a contradiction of innocence and wantoness. It just needed a hard cock in it to complete it...

~

Val was soon dressed and saying her goodbyes. She asked If I'd let her wash my hair the next time I came to The Salon, saying she would give me one of her special head massages as a thank you. I agreed, but I was in a bit of a turmoil. The truth was I was attracted to Val as well as Fay. Being a witness to the whole thing had been very erotic. My thong was now positively dripping and I suspected the crotch of my jeans weren't exactly dry either.

~

Fay took my head in her hands the moment she returned from seeing Val out. I was slightly surprised, but as she leant towards me, and our lips touched in the first kiss, I just melted..

"Do you want me to do something about those bruises on your buttocks Jane? I think I can give you some relief."

The double entendre was deliberate. She was a minx.

"That would be very welcome Fay,..."and our lips met again, this time more urgently.

In moments, we were on her bed pulling each other's clothes off. Under her little black running shorts was the tiniest of thongs. I pulled it aside, surprised by the heat coming from beneath.

In turn her fingers were soon in my mush..

"You really got turned on by Val didn't you?" she teased, as the first of her fingers penetrated me.

"Yes, I did. I can't exactly deny it can I?" I replied rather sheepishly.

"But you deliberately pulled me in to the situation, so I reckon you were complicit, and if my fingers don't deceive me your prickly bits aren't exactly bone dry either!...

"Guilty as charged, Jane."

And with that we went for each other like a pair of teenagers, desperate for mutual pleasure...

~

A liitle later, as the sweat on our bodies cooled and dried, Fay cuddled me. Her arm worked it's way down my back until her fingers were resting on my buttocks. She touched the bruised skin gently...

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