Dominique Part 1 (M/F, F/F,  semi-cons)  by Helier

WARNING

This story contains scenes 
which are clear descriptions of 
spanking and other sexual activity.
Personally I don't find these at all
offensive but I'm willing to 
believe that some people might.

Could I therefore recommend
that this story is only read
by adults who are entirely 
convinced that they can 
read such material with 
equinimity.

DOMINIQUE   part 1        by Helier

Dominique straightened her skirt and looked at herself in the mirror.   
She was nervous.     She knew she could find herself receiving an
humiliating punishment tonight and the thought of it terrified her.    She
had seen it happen to the other girls so often now but she had never
thought she would get into this position.    The facts however were
plain.     

On the other hand she was sure they would look kindly on her - she
had done so well for them up to now - surely they would give her a
second chance.    She flattened her skirt over her soft round bottom
and nervously licked her lips as she tried to imagine what it would be
like.    It was hard to think of it - it had never happened to her even as a
child except for once when her grandmother had smacked her legs for
letting her sister lift her skirt for the boy next door.    Her sister had had
a full bare-bottom spanking and Dominique had a powerful memory of
how exciting she had found it to watch.    The same feeling had
returned to her recently as she watch the other girls being spanked but
she couldn't imagine how she would feel if it was she who had to bend
over in front of all those people - especially since she now knew them
so well and enjoyed their admiration and respect.

'The Circle' was a group of three women and seven men, all in
business or the professions.    They met for dinner once a month.   
They were urbane, charming, intelligent people - all fairly wealthy.    In
the course of time they had devised various convoluted entertainments
for their dinners but it was only in the last six months that they had
devised the wonderful game that had become so much a part of
Dominique's life.

It was an investment game.    For this game they had invited the
participation of a number of beautiful young women they felt they could
trust.    They were called the 'stars' and all were sworn to secrecy.   
Each month the 'stars' were each asked to make five predictions about
any kind of investment they chose.    The members then invested
$1000 in each prediction and one month later, at dinner, the results
were announced.     If the predictions had resulted in a net gain then
the members took back their initial investment and the 'star' received
80% of the profit.    If however the star's predictions resulted in a net
loss she was punished in front of the whole group in a measure
determined by the extent of the loss.   

For the members it was an amusement.    They lost marginally more
than they won but not enough to worry any of them.    They felt it gave
a strong incentive to the 'stars' to study and understand investment -
the rewards and punishments were innocent fun and did no-one any
harm.    For Dominique it had been scary at first but she needed the
money to help with her studies and with the cost of her daughter, Tess,
who was nearly two.    Tess was the result of a disasterous relationship
- the father had dumped Dominique and disappeared instantly on
learning she was pregnant - but to Dominique she was the most
important thing in life.    For Tess she would do anything so when she
was invited to participate in the Circle she agreed to try.   To her
amazement she discovered that she was good.    She never made big
profits but nevertheless each month she produced a net gain.     Within
two or three meetings she was jokingly being referred to as the 'rising
star'.    On her fourth meeting she was dubbed a 'shooting star' when
she alone made a net gain and all the others were 'fallen stars'.     By
now, on her seventh meeting, it was more or less taken for granted,
also by her, that she would go on winning.     

However, clutching the newspaper on Friday, which was the one the
Circle's reading was taken from, she realised that she had slipped.   
One of her mining stocks had suddenly nose-dived on a rumour of
closures and the gold price, which she had backed to go on rising at
least until next month, had stunned everyone by turning around after
some heavy selling in Asia.    Her other three had performed well but
there was quite definitely a net loss and on the tabulation used at the
Circle she would be at least twenty points down.

For this evening she wore a black top in coarsely woven raw silk picked
out with gold threads.    She wore no bra under it and it hung beautifully
so that every movement of her pear-shaped breasts disturbed the fabric
and the shape of her nipples, when they hardened, was clearly defined.   
Under it she wore a knee-length black pleated skirt.    It was woollen
and quite heavy so that it moved gracefully as she walked.    Under that
she had black stockings and flat sandals.     Her thick brown hair was
gathered behind with a clip but then allowed to flow down her back in a
naturally elegant shape.    She looked at her most simple and
seductive.    

She knew she would have to charm them if she were to get away with a
twenty-point loss.   It wasn't a big loss but any loss was punishable and
it would have to be an act of good will of the part of the whole table to
save her.   She had chosen this subdued outfit because she knew that
the first essential would be to acknowledge the loss, contritely, then she
could begin to seduce.   She was sure that, given her good and trusting
relationship with all of them, she could get a second chance.

The babysitter had arrived.    She was a young schoolgirl who lived
nearby.   Her name was Amelie and she had dark brown shoulder
length hair and dark brown eyes.   She was soulfully attractive way
beyond her sixteen years and seeing her always made Dominique's
heart flutter.   It worried her, firstly because she had never realised she
would be attracted to girls and, secondly, because she knew that
Amelie had a crush on her that had already lasted unabated for nearly
two years.    Amelie was waiting downstairs as Dominique, softly calling
a greeting to her, went into Tess' room.    

Tess was already asleep, pretty as an angel, lying with her mouth wide
open and her hair spread around her on the pillow.     Dominique gave
her a kiss and held her hand for a moment as she always did before
she went out to do something she found difficult.    Tess slept blissfully
on and Dominique quietly left and went downstairs.

Amelie stood up when she came in.    Her bashful politeness and shy
humility were a joy to Dominique.    They kissed each other in greeting
and Amelie laughed when Dominique asked if she felt alright.    She
knew Dominique was always afraid she would fall asleep and
something would happen to Tess.

"You mustn't worry.   I will take care of her.   Have a lovely evening."

Dominique bit her lip and looked for a moment as if she was going to
cry.   

"I wish I didn't have to go," she whispered.

Amelie was alamed to see Dominique looking so disturbed.    She held
her by the shoulders.

"Are you alright."

"Yes ... yes, I'm fine."

"You look ... so beautiful.    Everyone will love you."

Dominique kissed her, laughing a little tearfully.

"I hope so ... Oh, Amelie, I hope so."

Amelie walked her to the door and waved as she drove away.

Monsieur de R.V. was the undisputed head of the Circle.    It was
originally the idea of his business partner but it was M.de R.V. who
developed it and, particularly since his business partner had died three
years ago, he had been the heart of this informal gathering.    He
devised the games and entertainments; usually he determined the
wines and cuisine and generally it was he who passed judgement,
arbitrated and chaired the proceedings.    M.de R.V. was a bon viveur,
with a great sense of style, and a real gentleman.

This evening Dominique sat next to him as she had for the past four
meetings.   She had half-expected to be placed elsewhere but her
name-card was there and she took this as a reassuring sign.    She was
careful to be more subdued than usual, responding with sad little smiles
and nods to those who tried to cheer her up.    She felt she must make
them really want to make her feel better.

Looking around the table she saw a new face.    A young, strikingly
pretty woman with short blond hair and fine blue eyes.    This was not
unusual - new 'stars' were added to the Circle now and then when one
dropped out or when a new and particularly likely candidate was found.   
This girl, who was not initially introduced, was following the classic
pattern.   She talked only to the members, largely ignoring the other
girls.   Dominique knew she would go on doing that until the first time
she had to face being punished and felt the need of their support.   In
spite of her constant winning Dominique had always made a point of
keeping very good relationships with the other 'stars'.    This girl though
seemed particularly conceited and inspite of herself Dominique couldn't
help enjoying the thought of her on the platform for the first time,
weeping bitterly with her panties around her ankles and her bottom all
bare and red.   In view of her own position and of the feelings these
thoughts awakened she quickly and guiltily supressed them.

This evening M. de R.V. had what he called an 'hors d'oevres'
entertainment.    They had finished the first course and were ready for
the second.    M. de R.V. clapped his hands and Patrice entered from
behind him with a tray of glasses for the second choice of wine.   
Patrice was the daughter of M. and Mme du Pont who owned the
private establishment in which the Circle met.    She was a pretty girl
with a headfull of blond curls, small firm breasts and a deliciously pert
bottom.   She wore a maids uniform with a small white apron.

"This... "said M.de R.V. "... is Patrice."

He held her elbow as she passed him and she stopped, looking
nervously round the table, and curtseyed with a shallow smile.   She
went to move on but M. de R.V. held on to her arm.

"Patrice, as we would all appreciate, is an exceptionally pretty young
girl."

A murmur of appreciation went round the table.   Patrice looked unsure
of how to react to this.

"Nor, it would seem, have Patrice' undeniable charms gone unnoticed
outside this house.     In fact her many admirers appear to have kept
her away from the house until late at night no less than three times this
week alone.   And, I am told, many more in previous weeks."

He paused for a murmur of general concern.   Patrice was beginning to
look uncomfortable.   She would like to have pulled away but that was
difficult with a tray of glasses in her hand.  

"Patrice' parents, needless to say, have been extremely worried by their
daughter's waywardness.    In fact ... "  he lowered his voice.  " ... these
good people have lost considerable sleep over it and are at their wit's
end."

Patrice was hearing alarm bells, particularly as across the room she
saw M. and Mme. du Pont enter and stand together watching her
sternly.    Dominique could feel where this was leading and she was
ashamed at her own excitement as she saw the girl blushing with
embarrassment.

"And when challenged, it seems that Patrice behaved with great
disrepect for her parents who, as we know, have worked hard for many
years to provide for her and are, after all, only concerned for her health
and welfare."

Patrice became very agitated and tried to pull her arm away.

"Monsieur ..." she began.

"So concerned ..." said M. de R.V. quietly.    " ... that they have asked
me to intervene."

Shocked Patrice turned to stare at him.

"So, my dear, we will resolve the matter in this way:   you will presently
bare your bottom and bend over my knee and I will then oblige you with
the thorough spanking I reserve for truly naughty and disrespectful girls
who disobey their parents.   After that you will serve dinner."

Patrice looked around wildly.    Her hands began to shake and the
glasses clinked and rattled so much they were in danger of shattering.   
M. de R.V. gently took the tray from her and put it on the table.     She
looked imploringly at her parents and, finding no solace there, glanced
at the door.

"You will find it has been locked."

Her eyes were filling with tears and her bottom lip was trembling as she
saw her options running out.    Desperate she tried one last time.

"Please, Monsieur.   I will be ...  I will be good.   I didn't mean ... But,
Monsieur, not here ..."

"How quickly we reform when it's all too late."

"Please ... not here."    She was almost jumping up and down in her
agitation.

"You are a lovely girl, Patrice, but I'm afraid you have a hard lesson to
learn this evening."

Suddenly she could contain it no longer.   She burst into tears and
buried her face in his neck.    He didn't hurry her.    Gently he put his
arm around her shoulders and stroked her hair.

"It is a hard world, Patrice.   But better that you learn your lesson here
than in some nightmare out there.    Come along now, my dear, take
down your knickers."

Patrice despaired.    Still crying and turned away from the table she
reached up under her little black skirt and pulled down her knickers and
tights.

"Good girl ... to your knees."

>From where she sat on the other side of M.de R.V. Dominique could
see the girl's face.    She was terrified - her hands were shaking and
she could hardly pull down her underwear.    Dominique was so thrilled
by her she almost stopped breathing;  for this moment she completely
forgot her own troubles and concentrated on Patrice.    M.de R.V.
asked Dominique to help the girl to arrange herself across his knees.   
She did so but he moved her further over so that she ended up with her
her head and arms on Dominique's leg.    For a moment he did nothing
more than contemplate the charming fall of her skirt over the creamy
whiteness of her thighs.    A few of the members drifted over for a
closer look.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, he raised his huge hand.    After pausing
another moment he brought it down in a wide arc to land a stinging
smack on her half-uncovered thigh.   She squealed loudly and he
looked up at her parents who smilled and nodded their encouragement.   
Again he applied his hand but this time it was on her well-covered
bottom and brought no more than a grunt.    A few more smacks
followed on the same spot and then, feeling that she had enjoyed a
sufficient warm-up, he lifted her skirt and pushed it up around her waist.   
The black lacy underskirt gave much less protection and this time he
ellicted a gasp of astonishment as she began to realise the full extent of
what she was in for.    She cried out and began to beg for mercy as a
succession of sharp smacks peppered her bottom but M.de R.V.had
scarcely begun.

He paused long enough to tug her underskirt up to her waist.    As she
felt her pink bottom, and probably much more, exposed for the first time
she raised her head.    Meeting Patrice' frightened eyes Dominique felt
her own sex growing so moist and full of desire she could hardly
contain herself.   M.de R.V.'s hand rose over the girl's bare bottom and
Dominique watched her cringing in anticipation of the stinging pain.   
When the smack came she squealed and by the second or third tears
were already rushing down her face.   She cried and screamed,
begging him to stop, but M.de R.V. had no intention of stopping until he
was certain she had had a spanking she would never forget.  
Dominique took the girl's hands to steady her as her struggles
threatened to dislodge her from M.de R.V.'s knees.   In the confusion
Patrice managed to lodge her head in Dominique's lap so that the
weight was pressing on her already throbbing sex.   Dominique tried
desperately to remember that this could be her at a later stage of the
evening but somehow that only seemed to make it worse.    Nothing
could distract her from the illicit pleasure sweeping through her body
under the twin stimulus of the relentless spanking of Patrice's bottom
and the ceaseless movement of the bouncing, struggling girl's head in
her lap.    The spanking seemed endless and the longer it continued
the less Dominique was able to control the confusion in her raging
quim.   Unable to move or cry out she felt she was going to go crazy
with pleasure.   Then finally just before M.de R.V. drew to a halt with
the two biggest smacks of all, she tipped over into the most delicious
creamy orgasm, prolonged to perfection by the girl's continued wriggling
and shuddering sobs.
She desperately hoped that no-one had been looking at her and that in
any case she had managed to be sufficiently discreet but when she
looked up she found the spiteful blond girl she had noticed earlier
looking directly at her.     The girl turned away almost immediately but
there was no doubt she suspected something.    Recovering herself
quickly Dominique stroked Patrice's head and after a time whispered to
her.

"You'd be better to get up, Patrice - and thank him,"  she quickly added.

Patrice glanced up at her gratefully through her tears then drew herself
gingerly off the two laps she had been occupying.

"Thank you ... Monsieur," she stammered tearfully.    "I will try to be
good ... from now on ... and I will ... "

"Apologize to your parents, I would suggest," volunteered M.de R.V. 

" ... I will apologize to my parents, Monsieur."

He nodded and smiled at her.

"You may serve the wine now, Patrice."

"Yes, Monsieur."

Dominique caught her eye and glanced down urgently to draw her
attention to the fact that her underwear was still around her knees. 
Patrice glanced in embarrassment around the table and hastily pulled
up her knickers and tights, flinching as it crossed her sore bottom.    
Dominique could feel herself shaking inside and the stimulation and its
consequences had only served to make her more on edge.    The main
course came but she found it difficult to eat much in spite of M.de
R.V.'s encouragement.

"Dominique, you're ill!," he exclaimed.   "You're usually the best appetite
in the place."

"No, I'm not ill."

"Well, then, I'm a camel driver's country uncle - I've chosen all the
wrong food for the feast."

"No, please.    It's beautiful.    I'm just not very hungry."

"It's the change of seasons."

"Yes, it's the change of seasons."

He laughed heartily.

"Never mind, little Dominique.    Next season will be better."

When the main course was finished the moment arrived that
Dominique had been dreading.    The month's results would be read,
but first M.de R.V. had an announcement.

"This evening we have a new face in our midst - some of you may have
noticed.    She wishes to be known to us as Erica ..."

Dominique realised he was talking about the blond who had worried her
earlier but his next words almost stopped her heart.

" ... Or as Mademoiselle E.R."

Only members were designated with both a first name and a formal title.   
This girl was not a 'star', she was a new member and on her first night
she would definitely be given the opportunity to take an active role
which could mean anything.    Dominique realised that this could be
dangerous for her.   Now she was more dependent than ever on the
goodwill and the skill of M.de R.V.

How could this spoilt bitch of a girl, scarcely more than a teenager,
have become a member.    Then it clicked.    Of course - she had spent
more than half the evening talking to Todd.    He was the youngest
member of the circle and a frequent feature of the gossip columns.   
She was Erica Huysmans - the E.R. tag she was using must relate to
her mother whose name was Ricard.   Dominique had read somewhere
of Todd being seen with her.    She would inherit her mother's fortune
but she wasn't just some mega-rich brat.   She had a growing
reputation as a canny and daring businesswoman in her own right,
astute and hard as nails.   It worried Dominique that this woman was
already on to her.    

She became aware that M.de R.V. was talking to her.

"Ah, Dominique, so long, so good.    This month, my dear, a loss of
eighteen points.    Not huge but a loss."

Dominique looked so miserable that a murmur of sympathy went
around the room.   The only other girl to have lost that month was
Raphaella, a beautiful Italian with a rich smile.    She had lost nearly
seventy points.   She had lost before and paid the price and she was
philosophical about the fate that awaited her.    When M.de R.V. had
finished speaking, dessert was served and, for coffee and the final
events for the evening, everyone retired to the drawing room next door.   
As soon as everyone was seated M.de R.V. clapped for silence.

"Because Erica is among us for the first time this evening, our tradition
is that she may dispense absolution to the most deserving of our 'fallen
stars' and if she so chooses she may dispense the appropriate
punishment to the rest.    Since we have only two this evening it seems
it will be a straight choice.   Stand up, Raphaella .... and Dominique,
come out here."

Dominique's heart was thumping as she stood in the centre of the circle
of chairs with Raphaella.    She felt so self-conscious and embarrassed
to be there even though logically she had nothing to fear.    There was
no way Erica could choose her - M.de R.V. had set it up that way.    He
had created a way out for her by giving Erica the chance to absolve
one of them.    This was not an ancient custom - he had invented it and
because he was M.de R.V. he could do it.    With nearly seventy points
there was no way it could be argued that Raphaella deserved
absolution more than Dominique with only eighteen and Erica knew it
would have to be fair.    She would have to spend the rest of the eveing
being grateful to Erica, of course, but effectively M.de R.V. had cleared
her.

Erica approached.   Standing in front of the two girls she thanked
everyone for having given her the opportunity to join and to participate
in this way.   She made no secret of how she felt.

"They are both beautiful girls and the thought of punishing either of
them is very exciting to me especially since their punishment is part of a
game in which they too have the chance to benefit and above all to
learn.    I hope they will take it as a true compliment when I say that I
would dearly love to punish them both.    However, since I have to
choose, I will punish .... "

She turned to face Dominique and Raphaella, looking at them both in
turn.

" ... Dominique."


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