Natalie was in Madam's study, naked and leaning forward on the desk. Her hands were planted firmly on the top and her legs spread wide apart. Her slender long legs and thighs were braced as were her arms. The smooth curve of her arched back flipped up to the rise of her taut buttocks and her head was held high.
"Six strokes today," Arabella said firmly. "A mere introduction to the cane for you and a little part of your punishment as a starter."
Arabella moved close, the fingers of her left hand eased the lips of Natalie's labia apart and she slipped the plastic vibrator fully up inside.
Natalie grunted at the stiff intrusion, her clitoris jolting in response to the warm fingers on her sex. Her body closed around the long probe inside her to gain delightful little ripples of exquisite pleasure.
"You will," Arabella stated. "Hold this inside with your internal muscles during the caning. Should you not – then we start all over again."
Arabella stepped back, raised the cane above her shoulder and paused.
"Count them bitch."
She swung hard down, the thin cane slicing through the air to land with sickening thud on Natalie's backside.
Natalie screamed, her body tensed and bucked, the vibrator plopped out and fell to the floor.
"Oh dear," Arabella said in a level tone. "I think we may be here for quite some time."
She picked up the vibrator and reinserted it inside Natalie's pussy, allowing herself a loving stroke of the girl's wonderful full buttocks.
The cane bit deep, stinging harshly at the firm rounded flesh. A deep burning sensation seeped through Natalie's buttocks, she gripped with all her might to hold the vibrator inside her. The combined clamping action and pain produced the most wonderful sense of pleasure in her. Hurt and sweetness both introduced as one to mingle, to tease and then tear at her nerve ends. Her head threw back and she screamed loudly as the next lash stung at her lithe body. A cruel and devastating blow that cut across the buttocks just at the top of her thighs. The vibrator was propelled out of her body to thump heavily on the floor.
"Dear me," Arabella tutted mockingly and pushed the vibrator back in again. "Your pretty little backside will certainly suffer today."
Further caning saw the vibrator drop from Natalie's pussy on several more occasions. It seemed to happen all at once, Natalie felt her pussy grip but in a different way. The warming heat of her pain seemed spread over her buttocks and down between her thighs to excite her pussy. Her muscles gripped around the stiff rod inside her to envelope its whole length and to send the wildest of exquisite sensations pounding through her. The thwacking cane on her sore flesh was welcome now and her body pulsed in eager expectation of it's cruel sting. Her heady filled with sound deadening mist that swirled around confusing her emotions further still.
Natalie jerked forwards, the force of the surge taking her breath form her. She braced her body and began to howl then screamed a long and high-pitched wail of deep pleasure. Her body quivered, her head and arms slumped to rest on the desk top and she shook uncontrollably in orgasm.
From somewhere far off she heard voices, the words mumbled and mixed so as to be intelligible to her. The after tremours racked her body sweetly and she rested there accepting them. Her hair was roughly grabbed, her head pulled back hard to raise her head up and to strain against her shoulders. The vibrator was pulled roughly from her sated body, slipping out easily over her orgasmic juices. She cried out as the huge cock pushed into her pussy in one easy move to fill her completely. Natalie grunted in tandem with the servant's hard thrusting as he slammed his hips hard against her firm buttocks.
The introduction of the cock into her pussy, so warm and pulsing after the hard feel of the vibrator was so wonderful. Her pussy, still sensitive following her orgasm was buzzed by a thousand little sparkles of sheer teasing delight. As Arabella's hand cupped her breast and pinched at her nipple Natalie came again.
The room was obviously little used and Claire had found it purely by chance as she had wandered the upper floor. The single item that it contained however had taken her interest instantly. Obviously fairly old and coated in a layer of grey dust the wooden seat construction has been very specifically designed. It had a shaped, sloping seat that rose up and out to render the seated person inclined backward with their hips thrust forward. A back support also shaped to accept the rounded contours of a body and leg supports that would splay the seated person open. Two things about the chair were of more interest to Claire though; the thick straps attached that would secure the wrists and ankles and the sculptured wooded cock that stuck up from the seat. It was inclined backward at just the correct angle to slip up inside a woman's pussy.
Claire called out, holding the door open to shout excitedly along the corridor. It took moments only for a servant to respond to her bidding and to come running along to the room.
"Get me a duster and polish – now!" Claire demanded impatiently.
She stripped her clothes from her body as the servant rubbed hard to bring forth a deep reddish mahogany glow to the wooden structure. Her body pulsed in high sexual anticipation as she moved to the chair, placed her hands on the arms and began lowering herself down. At first she was seated with the tip of the wooden cock just an inch from her pussy. She fitted her legs into the supports and gently allowed herself to slip down onto the hard wooden phallus.
Hard and uncompromising the thick cock was but it held delight and mystique of its own as it moved up inside her. At last she was there, fully down on the hard phallus with her legs wide and body leaning back against the support. In any other circumstances her position would have been deemed as crude and indecent but at the manor it suited admirably. Claire's legs were open, her hips forced up an her mons presented high, the mound of her pussy level with her throat and her shoulders in line with her thighs. A cunningly designed bump on the top side of the base of the wooden cock pressed against the underside of her hard clitoris.
"Strap me in," Claire told the servant urgently.
A thrill shot through her as she was secured immovably into the framework. The thick straps pinning her defenselessly and feeling so strong in their imprisoning grip. Her position was surprisingly comfortable and not just a little exciting as she relaxed to savour the feel of the rod inside her pussy. She found herself complimenting the designer of the chair as the servant knelt between the opened halves of the leg supports before her open pussy.
"Tongue me," Claire ordered, closed her eyes and slunk her head back.
It was heaven! Pure heaven, the soft loving mouth kissing her enflamed labia, the snake-like tongue flicking out to taste her wetness and those strong hands caressing the insides of her thighs. Claire struggled weakly against the restraining straps and wriggled down onto the wooden dildo. His tongue moved, in long cat-like licks he scraped the flat of his rough tongue over the tip of her hard clitoris.
Claire bit her lip, she panted heavily with mouth open, gulping in air to feed the electric sensations that were rushing through her. She came, her pussy gripping hard around the wooden phallus and her whole body shaking in involuntary spasms of exquisite pleasure.
This chair she thought, would be a firm favourite with her from now on, she fully intended to sample its delights again.
Natalie was kneeling on top of the long dining table, she was naked and bound between her two Mistresses. Her elbows were pulled back harshly behind her back and tied tightly together. Her wrists were bound and secured to the ropes around her ankles behind her and she was gagged.
Arabella ate heartily, ignoring the tethered girl until Claire brought attention to her.
"Natalie seems to have adapted well and quickly," she observed.
Arabella picked up the long serving spoon and lashed it hard and spitefully across the tethered girl's upper thigh.
"You have haven't you little slut?"
Only a pained grunt came from behind the gag but Natalie's eyes widened as the numbing pain spread across her thigh. Immovable, she tensed as much as she could within the restricting ropes but could do nothing to ease the dull ache.
"I credit the greater part to you Claire, your introduction of Natalie in to our womanly ways certainly helped."
"She received her punishment?" Claire sought confirmation.
Arabella sipped at her wine and then answered enthusiastically.
"She enjoyed it like the little sex-hungry slut that she is. Natalie warms to the taste of the cane as naturally as she receives a man's cock. I look forward to eating the little bitch's pussy. I like to think of it a one of those cream cakes that you keep in the fridge. You know it is there and delights it can bring but you resist and the waiting then adds to the final pleasure."
"Is she to get the opportunity of repaying the servant that abused her backside?"
Arabella laughed aloud.
"You young girls! The servants stiff cocks are all that you are concerned with. Yes my dear she will and later, but for now he is in punishment preparation. Learning the error of his ways so to speak."
Claire nodded her approval.
"Your friend too must suffer of course, her punishment is only partially complete."
"Naturally, Claire agreed firmly."
She cast a glance at Natalie who responded with the only part of her that was able, her eyes.
"When?" Claire persisted.
Arabella smiled.
"Anxious to taste your friend's pussy juices again perhaps?" She teased.
Claire smiled mischievously.
"Perhaps," she beamed back. "Amongst other things."
"This afternoon perhaps but tell me first of this other friend Amey."
Claire thought for a moment.
"Small – tiny is the word, she is neat and petite her looks far younger than her true age."
"Mmmm," Arabella muttered. "I remember little Amey, the freckly little flat-chested girl that used to annoy everyone."
"Not now," Claire corrected eagerly. A full and attractive chest and body to match, the freckles are still there but faded. She is, we think, still sexually inexperienced."
Arabella stopped eating, her eyes staring up with a hint of devilment and salacious longing.
"Virgin?" She drooled hopefully.
"Almost certainly. She has gone to great pains to have us believe otherwise but, as you know, a woman can detect these things."
Arabella sat back, she reached out to the servant beside her and gripped his cock. Her delicate fingers teased as she talked and once he was erect she broke off to suck him.
Her soft mouth worked sensually, closing tightly around his thick shaft and drawing back up his length before plunging back down on it. For several minutes she worked on him, her other hands teasing at his balls. Arabella sucked greedily as she came, shooting his sperm deep into the back of her throat.
"Sorry, do continue," she said casually as she pushed the servant away. "Can't go without my afters."
She wiped at her mouth with the napkin and stood up.
"Shall we take tea on the terrace? It's far too nice to sit in here on a day like this."
She turned to address the servant. "Bring the slut on the table and put her next to my seat on the terrace."
Claire and Arabella strolled together around to the side of the house. At the cobbled entrance to the yard beneath the great brick arch Madam showed Claire the servant in punishment. He was naked as usual, his feet forced apart by a stretching bar secured to his ankles. A thick leather belt around his waist had two side straps that pinioned his wrists. A harness around his shoulders held him leaning forwards at a forty-five degree angle supported by a heavy chain attached to the wall. Around his cock a cord supported weights that swung free and pulled harshly downward on his cock. The servant was gagged, effectively and seemingly painfully for his mouth was forced wide by the ball inside it.
"Every half an hour he receives two buckets of cold water and six lashes of the cane," Arabella explained. "He has been here all night and the other servants have taken turns throughout the night to ensure that sleep has not come to him."
Claire was impressed. The man's body was crisscrossed with reddened welts, his hair sodden and stuck to his head. It pleased her to see his pleading eyes looking mournfully up at her.
Arabella moved close, she opened her tight blouse to exposed her little bra and her tight cleavage. Her hand gripped the hair at the back of his head and pulled his face down onto her soft breasts.
"Just get him a little excited," she explained. "It adds to the strain on his cock – and his discomfort of course."
The servant groaned aloud as his cock began to harden against the heavy weights.
"After tea," Madam stated loudly. "You will receive your punishment."
She stepped back and slapped his face twice before taking Claire's arm and guiding her back to the terrace.
"The attack on him by Natalie cannot go unpunished. I must make an example of her, you know that don't you?"
Claire hesitated as they walked up the steps.
"Yes, Madam," she said uncertainly. "You are right."
Claire poured the tea whilst Arabella stripped off her panties, she sat with her knees part wide and pushed her hips forward to the edge of the seat. At a wave of her hand a servant removed Natalie's gag, lifted her and placed her kneeling and still bound between Arabella's thighs.
"Lick me well slut for the degree of severity of your punishment depends on it."
Madam accepted the cup and saucer from Claire and moaned contentedly as Natalie's mouth made contact with her shaven pussy lips.
It had been Claire's suggestion but Natalie had loved the idea and had agreed immediately. Unused to wielding the crop or cane Natalie had refused a substitute saying that she would 'learn quickly.'
All were gathered on the front lawn, the servants in a formal line standing rigidly to attention but their cocks showing less enthusiasm. Madam was seated in her throne chair, totally naked save for the heavy gold bracelets and the velvet choker around her throat. Claire was standing dutifully to the side of Madam in just her boots and makeup, the light breeze teasing her nipples to hardness. Natalie, was in boots also, long and tight they came up over her knees to end mid-way up her slender thighs. She had chosen to wear a tight little Lycra skirt that stopped just short of her crotch and above her waist a tight uplift bra in black.
The servant to be punished was already in place, tied securely to the framework and looking not a little fearful. A low horizontal rail at about three feet off the ground was supported on two thick uprights, he was bent forwards over this with his ankles bound securely to the upright posts. His arms were extended out in front of him, pulled forward by the thick ropes around his wrists and stretched to the thick post ahead of him.
The position was perfect Natalie felt, bent as he was, with legs spread wide, his buttocks were presented high and out. She screamed aloud as she laid the first lash of the cane on him, a savage and meaningful blow delivered with all the force she could muster. It sent a shock-wave of raw delight rushing through her to push her wild excitement higher still.
"Vengeful little bitch isn't she?" Arabella commented easily to Claire as she watched the proceedings.
Seven more harsh lashes Natalie flailed him with, beating his buttocks with a burning anger. She paused only to get her breath and to allow her level of excitement to lessen a little before laying stripe after stripe across his back. So hard did she beat him that the cane snapped in two. Natalie ignored his desperate screams for mercy and used the crop as a replacement.
"Bastard!" She screamed excitedly as she thrashed the backs of his thighs. "You utter bastard."
At length she stopped, panting hard from her exertions. Her expression was set and serious as she paced confidently up and down the line of watching servants.
"Anyone," she announced loudly. "That should consider defiling my backside in the future will know what to expect."
No one answered, their fearful eyes looked straight ahead of them, avoiding making contact lest she should direct her boiling anger at them.
"I like her," Arabella said firmly. "She's a natural commander."
Natalie turned, placed her left hand on the small of the servants back to steady herself and positioned the huge black dildo at the entrance of his anus. A rippling murmur ran down the line of servants at the sight of her poised so.
The servant screamed as the dildo pushed in, the great bulbous head forcing his tight ring of muscles easily apart.
"Now you know how it feels," Natalie yelled excitedly. She reveled in his discomfort and forced the whole length up his backside. Natalie straightened her body, her hand still holding the handgrip of the dildo, she began a hard thrusting up inside him.
His body shook with the force that she slammed into him with, his head shook rapidly in a wild denial that this could be happening to him. He wailed and sobbed at the brutalizing of his little tunnel continued.
On and on she pounded into him, her whole body braced so as to gain purchase. She violated him with a fury that made even Claire winch at the sight.
"Enough!" Arabella shouted aloud. "Enough! The punishment is now over."
Natalie slowed, took a deep breath to calm herself a little and stepped back away from him. She turned and walked to stand before Arabella, her nostrils flaring, her eyes wide and flashing anger and excitement.
Arabella's hand was between her own thighs, her fingers stroking over the puffy lips of her labia. Her face was flushed in excitement and her nipples hard, she was trembling with deep arousal.
"Go to my bedroom and wait for me there," she said, her voice quavering as she spoke the words.
Claire had never seen Madam so excited, she felt a pang of jealousy and envy at what the two of them would get up to. She hoped against hope that she wouldn't now fall out of favour with Arabella now that Natalie was on the scene.
Little Amey stood at the top of the stairs pointing up in explanation to the decorator. She throbbed with excitement, her short skirt pulled up with her body as she stretched out her arm, her panties fully on show to man below her. She had rehearsed for his visit, posing and finding the best positions before he had arrived.
He was older, much, much older and not at all sexually attractive to her but he could provide good entertainment. He could give that thrill, the pumping heady thrill of showing herself, he would lust and want and that in itself excited her.
The man as sweating, his face flushed and his pencil poised uselessly over his notepad. From six steps down below her he could see right up her skirt, her firm little mound and her tight swelling buttocks. He was hard for her, his cock erect and pressing painfully against the inside of his trousers. The little bitch was fully aware of what she was doing to him and seemed to delight in it. She needed a damned good fucking and he could think of little else as he viewed the flesh of her upper thighs. In the bedroom it continued, she bent and stooped, squatting and reaching to further her teasing of him. In front of the low dressing table mirror she bent, fully aware of his stare into the reflection of the mirror that gave a back view up her skirt.
She stood deliberately silent for a few moments, feigning embarrassment and using a squeaky little voice filled with naive intonation.
"Oh dear, you must have been able to seen my knickers."
He croaked, his response stalled as he cleared his throat. Before he could reply Amey spoke again, this time in a low and sensual tone that jolted his cock in excitement.
"Like to see more of them?"
He swallowed hard and nodded, his eyes wide in excitement.
"Ask me," she breathed excitedly. "Ask me and I will."
"Show me more," he said in a thick voice.
"Please, you have to say please and tell me what you want."
"Please," he panted. "Please show me your knickers."
Her little hands were trembling as she gripped the hem of her skirt at the front and slowly pulled the skirt up to her waist. She stood brazenly whilst his hungry eyes took-in the slim upper thighs, the little hips and the way her panties pulled tightly across the mound of her pussy. Amey turned and lifted the back to show her per little bottom and the way the thin white material pulled across the firm flesh to follow every contour.
She turned back to face him and hooked her thumbs in the side strings of her panties. Amey paused there, the wild thumping in her chest and throat rendering her unable to speak. She looked at him, her smouldering eyes transmitting all her sexual need and longing. At the rapid nodding of his head she began to slide them down over her hips and thighs, the dark bush of her pubic hair standing out dark against her creamy white thighs. Amey dropped the panties to the floor and stepped out of them, tossing them casually onto the bed.
He moved instantly, gabbing the panties and putting them to his nose, he grunted in delight as he sniffed heavily. Both his hands crushed the flimsy material to his face as he muttered his delight.
A thunderous bolt of sensation shot through her at his act, to see a man sniffing her scent was so erotic. She moved, climbed on the bed and lay back parting her knees. Amey drew her knees up to offer herself open and exposed. It felt so good, to control him with just her body and a few words. To have him comply, willingly and desperately simply to be able to view her firm young flesh. The look of delight on his face and the hard bulge in his trousers simply added to her deep excitement. Her pussy was wet, this she knew, her coral-pink inner lips would be glistening in her arousal and in turn arousing him further. He would be wanting, wishing and praying perhaps to be able to touch or sniff her sex. The feelings rushing through her became stronger and more wonderful by the second. She felt wanton and a slut but she didn't care one bit, the pulsing in her clitoris and pussy were simply too good to want to stop.
"You can watch but not touch," she said softly.
He stood at the end of the bed, his eyes fixed firmly between her open thighs. His look was hungry and longing, a film of perspiration coated his forehead and his face was flushed bright red.
"Show me yours," she said throatily and gripped her pussy with her right hand.
The man gasped aloud as she touched herself and watched her slim fingers stroking idly at her open pussy.
He fumbled clumsily with his fly and with some difficulty ease his stiff cock out.
Amey held his stare as she rubbed herself.
"No touching," she murmured sexily. "Yourself yes, but not me."
She groaned in pleasure as he gripped his cock in his hand and watched in fascination as he began to slide his hand back and forth along his cock. Amey rubbed her clitoris as she watched his foreskin roll first over to cover the rounded head and then back along the shaft. In slow and deliberate movements he wanked himself as he in turn watched her.
Her hand rubbed fast, swirling her hard bud around in little circles of drumming pleasure. She was building fast, the pounding sensations coming to her faster and faster.
"Sniff it," she panted breathlessly. "Sniff my pussy.
He hesitated and then knelt on the bed, one hand supported himself and the other resumed the grip on his cock. His head lowered close to her open pussy and then he began sniffing loudly.
It was such a high for that she almost came, she paused in her rubbing breathed deeply so as to delay the moment a little longer. Her body was afire with hot burning need, older he may be but she needed his cock – any cock up inside her.
"Fuck me," she moaned softly.
She started in surprise as the thick globules of his sperm splashed against the undersides of her buttocks in warm little spurts.
He was groaning and wanking his cock to finish himself as he sniffed continually.
Deep disappointment filled her, she had been robbed of a stiff cock inside her and was livid at his premature ejaculation. Amey grasped his hair with both hands and forced his face down onto her wet pussy.
She ground her hips to press her pussy hard onto him and began to wail as his tongue slipped into her warm, wet interior. His top lip rested hard against her clitoris as he tried to get as much of his tongue up inside her as he could. It circled inside her, curling to explore and to taste her fresh young interior, brushing the sides and delving deep toward her cervix. One of his thick stubby fingers stroked at her anus and she tensed in delight. It hovered tantalisingly over the rosy little opening and then began to press inward.
Amey screamed loudly, her hips bucked up high, her hands pulled hard on his hair as the sensations ripped through her. Up the finger drove, spurred on by wild excitement and heated sexual passion to stretch her little tunnel. Her buttocks clenched and her body locked rigid in orgasm. She wailed her pleasure as she came and then slumped back onto the bed cooing softly in satisfaction.