Johanna wants a private punishment

To your surprise, Maryam and Johanna pass their table and continue to yours. You and Julia get up to greet them.

"Ah, Jack, Julia, I don't think my Jo likes the restaurant paddle very much. She has decided she would rather take a caning to a very intimate area and our waiter has generously offered us the use of the room where they punish the female kitchen staff. Would you care to join us?"

There was never any doubt about what your reply would be, but Julia beats you to it, accepting almost before the words are out of Maryam's mouth.

The four of you make your way over to where the waiter is, for want of a better word, waiting and follow him through the doors marked Staff Only and along a corridor to another set of doors, through which is a squarish room about twelve feet across. A device for restraining a subject in a different position (kneeling, standing or lying down) is on each wall except the one containing the door and a set of cuffs dangles from the centre of the ceiling. Numerous punishment implements line the walls in cabinets, a graduated set of paddles similar to the ones at the dining tables taking pride of place.

Without hesitation, Maryam leads her date to the bondage table, takes her wand from her and has her lie on her back with her head near the edge. She hangs the wand on a convenient hook and orders Johanna to put her legs back over her head, with her knees straight and feet as far apart as possible, then spread her cheeks with her hands. You have already seen your student in a similar position today, but not from this angle and it lewdly exposes her charms to everyone in the room. Upon which note, the waiter now reluctantly takes his leave, saying he must get back to work, although his lingering gaze tells you he would rather stay to watch the unfolding scene. You can't see any cameras in the room, which seems like an oversight, as recordings could be used for staff training.

To your surprise, as soon as the door has closed Maryam removes her knee-length brown skirt and then takes down her frilly knickers and steps out of them, as if being half naked in front of a man and woman she's only just met is perfectly natural. She puts her clothes on the table behind Johanna and then turns to Julia and, eschewing the plethora of spanking instruments available in the punishment chamber, asks "Might I be permitted to borrow your cane, Julia?"

Your date agrees at once and hands over the implement, which Maryam tests between her hands and swishes experimentally, nodding in satisfaction.

"Thank-you." To your surprise, she then climbs up onto the table and straddles head of the naked figure lying upon it, lowering herself with a wiggle so that Johanna's face ends up sandwiched between a pair of firm, unblemished buttocks, eyes just barely peeking out from beneath the peachy curves.

"We shall start with five strokes, but I will add more every time you flinch or react in any way. However, if you make me cum, we will call the matter over with at once; do you understand?"

The reply is muffled, but clearly in the affirmative and it's obvious from the women's relative positions that any climax will have to be granted through anilingus alone.

Johanna's crotch is close enough to her spanker that she can't use the full length of her arm, which is fortunate for the state of the aforementioned crotch. Instead, she lines up the short, thick cane from vulva to bum hole (which, you note happily, has already recovered from its penetration by the chair's phallus and returned to its previous, small size).

Just as Maryam is about to lay on the first strike, a knock at the door interrupts her swing.

"Come in!" The Arabic disciplinarian seems completely unconcerned about being seen in her current state and doesn't even bother turning to see who opens the door.

Young Amy stands in the doorway, two cups and a number of pots on a tray balanced on her upturned hand.

"Your coffees, Professor, Doctor Morgan. I didn't know whether you'd want them in here or at the table." Although she tries to look you in the eye, her gaze can't help flickering over the naked and spread teenager just a few feet away from her. She's so heavily tanned that you can't tell whether she's blushing or not, but the bobbing of her boobies in their tight confinement is testament to the rapidity of her breathing.

From where you stand, you can see a sly smile curl the corner of Maryam's mouth. "If you're curious about the punishment, I will be happy to give you a demonstration after your shift."

"Oh, no, miss, I was just bringing the coffees. I didn't mean to intrude." Yet the direction of her gaze once again belies her claim of innocence.