Excerpt 1:Tara and Katie

 

Tara Kingsholm looked at her naked self in the mirror and she liked what she saw, a strong, confident, black woman used to asserting her authority. She was wealthy, successful business entrepreneur and she didn't accept any bullshit. Tara's world was pleasingly black and white. She, an Alpha female took what she wanted, when she wanted it. She was a winner, and she despised losers. Losers were weak, ineffectual, second-class and worthless. She slid herself nearer the mirror, held that position for a second, and then slid back to her original position. She herself was a case in point, brought up on a tough housing estate, she'd escaped her poverty-stricken background by a mix of brains and brawn and cunning.

She didn't have any help along the way, no doting parents, no wealthy deceased relatives, nothing. And yet here she was, rich and content in her middle-age. She slid forwards and backwards again and watched herself lick her lips. She could feel the familiar excitement as her heart rate accelerated. She slid herself nearer to the mirror and examined herself more closely before sliding back. Her eyes rolled slightly in her head. She wriggled a little to seat herself more firmly and ground her buttocks in a downward rotational movement. She could smell her own excretions now and that only served to make her backwards and forward s sliding that little bit quicker and more vigorous. In response to that she could hear a little squealing noise from beneath her.

"Do be quiet, Carruthers, and try to concentrate on your work. I sometimes wonder why I'm paying you!"

Tara wriggled her large, sweaty backside a bit more and forced it onto the girl's face.

"Tongue me, Carruthers! I'm not going to tell you again! Do you want another strapping, girl?

Tara could feel the first onset of a climax, she worked herself backwards and forwards frantically against the girl's extended, pink tongue. Her threat to the girl appeared to have done the trick, frenzied licking and slobbering was sending her rapidly over the edge. Her naked thighs grabbed the girls head and squueeezed as she felt herself tipping into a long, sweet, explosive orgasm. When she was finished she slowly raised herself from the prone girl. She looked down and saw Katie's cute little face covered in her bodily fluids and felt another little tremor course through her. Her tears and her red, puffy face were incredibly stimulating as far Tara was concerned, that and the fact that Katie Carruthers was a rich, privileged white girl who was nearly half her age.

 

 

Excerpt 2:Isabelle and Katie

 

Katie was apprehensive, she had no idea where the car was going or who was waiting for her at the other end. She'd met a few of Tara Kingsholm's friends, and all of them were without exception, terrible people. They were an oddly mixed group, only united in their desire to punish and humiliate her, it seemed. Some of the things that Kathryn had been made to do had been deeply humiliating and made her shiver just to think about.

Eventually the car pulled up outside an impressive facade, a large, detached building in the middle of the countryside. Tara's door was opened for her by a tall, uniformed maid who stood ramrod stiff by the car until Tara exited. The black woman then opened Kathryn's door and leaned over her to unbuckle her restraints. Tara's tongue licked the side of Kathryn's cheek, and she could smell the tobacco on her breath.

"Remember what I said about being a good little girl, Katie. My friends have little girls of their own and won't put up with any sort of misbehaviour."

"Yes, Miss Tara. I will, Miss Tara."

Immediate obedience, Kathryn had been taught, was always the sensible option when dealing with Miss Tara Kingsholm.

"Tara, darling. So good to see you!" Drawled the elderly, grey-haired woman.

"Isabelle, what a pleasant surprise," replied Tara. Although it was neither pleasant, nor a surprise.

The two air-kissed as if they were the best of friend, although both despised each other with a passion. The only thing that drew them together was their mutual love of power and debauchery.

"And who is this cute little morsel you have with you?"

Tara glanced at the girl. Kathryn immediately took her tiny skirt in both hands and curtsied to the woman.

"Please, Ma'am. Katie Carruthers, Ma'am. Pleased to meet you ma'am."

The woman nodded, a slight smile playing on her lips. Slowly she walked around the girl taking in her long, smooth legs. She stopped behind the girl and saw the red glow peeping out from behind her knickers. She placed a hand on the top of her thigh.

"It seems as if you've been a naughty girl, Katie Carruthers?"

"Yes, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am."

Kathryn squirmed a little. She knew she sounded like a fool, but what else was there to say? The woman was typical of Tara Kingsholm's 'friends'. She was old for one thing, ancient and wrinkled with skin that had been exposed to the sun for far too long. She had a sun dress on that probably cost an absolute fortune, but was both too short and too revealing for a woman of her years. And while she was quite clearly mutton dressed as lamb, mockery was the furthest thing from Kathryn's mind.

The old woman was one of those people who radiated a certain form of malevolence. Until she came into Tara Kingsholm's orbit, Kathryn had never really met anyone who was really unsettling, but several of Tara's acquaintances fell into that category, and the old woman opposite her certainly did. despite her raddled appearance she had that selfish, arrogant aura that only a huge amount of wealth can bring.

She flinched as she felt the woman take her by the ear and lead her to a chair.

"In that case you must be punished."

 

 

Excerpt 3 : Yang Mi and Alison

 

She was always very obedient and respectful and she soon became a favourite of all the teachers. The one fly in the ointment however was Alison. Alison was three years older than her and was unfortunately a snob and a natural bully. She was racist as well, and took great delight in belittling Yang Mi and even mocking her accent. Her and her little gang used to enjoy bullying her and calling her names, even going as far as to destroy homework that she'd spent a lot of time on.

Rather than complaining about her treatment from the older girl, Yang Mi simply tried to ignore it. She didn't want to lose face by admitting that she was allowing another girl to bully her, and it was certainly something she wouldn't waste her father's time over. He had personally chosen the school for her, his favourite daughter. She could hardly criticise his choice, that would have been a blow to his pride. Instead she simply put up with Alison's nastiness until the girl left school.

From then on, Yang Mi blossomed and became the credit to the school that her father always hoped she'd be. In her final year there she was made Head Girl and a part of her ethos was a zero-tolerance for bullies like Alison Richmond. She finished with excellent exams, went to a very famous English university to read business, and then did a masters in an equally famous American one. The rest was history. She was now an extremely wealthy, and powerful woman.

Therefore it didn't take her very long at all to discover the whereabouts of Alison Richmond. Although they hadn't exchanged a word in twenty years, Yang Mi had very good contacts and bottomless pockets. Her agent soon reported back that Alison had married a wealthy man and now ran a business in the south of England. Her married name was now Sanderson, her husband was called Toby, and they had a daughter, Lauren.

 

Yang Mi took out her phone and scrolled through it until she found the diary that Alison was required to update and upload at regular intervals

'Today Miss Zhao caned me for disobedience. She required that I removed my own knickers and then present myself across her desk. She was good enough to award me six strokes because of my continual defiance in questioning her decisions. I deserved the punishment, and although it made me cry I accept that it will make me a better person.'

She smiled as she imagined the arrogant blonde writing that out. She scrolled up a little further.

'Today I was caned across my hands by Miss Zhao, three strokes across each palm. The fault was entirely mine. I neglected to tie my own tie correctly. I am grateful to Miss Zhao for correcting my failure. I will endeavour not to repeat the offence.'

Not long now, she thought, as she slipped her designer skirt higher up her hips and leaned back into the comfortable leather of her chauffeur-driven limousine. Not long until she came face to face with her childhood bully.