I was somewhat perplexed by my new situation. As Dot had said, we had crossed a Rubicon and there was no going back. It was difficult to behave as I had had done previously with Dot at work.
That night Dot had slept with me at my house, and in contrast to our efforts in the office, we had had a long evening of gentle loving. The companionship, the presence of another loving soul in the house became more important than the sex.
We did of course talk. Well into the night. Among other things I suggested that I ought now to cancel the date I had made with Lisa.
"Oh, no," said Dot, "A bit late in the day perhaps, but I think we should continue to explore our new found freedoms. I will talk to Lisa tomorrow and explain the situation, that I will be the other person you suggested might be present on the note you gave her, and I will of course give her the option to cancel. But I'll bet you five pence she will be there on Saturday."
The next evening, Friday as it happened, I was relaxing at home, hoping to catch up on my rest, when the door bell rang. I opened the door to find Dot. "I hope you don't mind me coming round unannounced," she said, "But I thought we could go through arrangements for this weekend."
She was carrying what looked like an overnight bag with her, which I felt was quite promising. On the other hand she was not wearing anything overtly sexy, just jeans and a jumper.
"Come in," I said, giving her a quick kiss, "I'll make us a pot of tea -- Earl Grey OK?"
It's an age thing, you know. I knew alcohol would make me more sleepy, and I was hoping that Dot would not want that. Anyway any discussion of the weekend ahead would doubtless make me very randy again.
The tea made, we sat side by side on the sofa -- a bit like an old married couple in fact. I decided I liked the feeling. "I talked to Lisa," said Dot, after a while, "And she is happy for me to be there too. She said she is not aware of any particular lesbian tendency, but being as she is on the submissive side, the thought of being dealt with by an older women, one with authority, might be quite a turn on."
It certainly was for me! Then Dot excused herself and headed off for the bathroom, taking her bag with her. That seemed a bit odd, but I very soon found out why. When she returned I got the shock of my life! The jeans and jumper had gone. She had put on very red lipstick, and was wearing a black lace-up basque, black thong, black stockings and suspenders, long black gloves, and black boots. She was brandishing a cane!
I stared foolishly in open-mouthed amazement.
"OK, Mr. Senior Executive," she said, with heavy sarcasm, "You've shown that you can dish it out. Now let's see if you can take it."
She pointed to a chair. "Drop your trousers and under pants and bend over that chair!"
I was so shocked -- in a daze -- that I did what I was told. "Twelve you gave me," she said, "You will find out that if you mess with Ms. Masters, there will be a payback."
So saying she laid in to me with all her strength. She really was suddenly very angry and I did not know how to react, so I just stayed there and took it. It really did hurt like hell, but perversely it gave me a hard on like the Empire State Building.
"That was for me!" she said, apparently some of the anger spent. "Stay down!" and she gave me another twelve. "That was for Lisa. I am going to the bedroom now. You will stay there for five minutes, then you will strip off your clothes and come to the bedroom."
I was quite happy to stay there and take some respite. I doubted that I would be able to sit down for a week or more!
