Per Petersen sat at the head of his table in a condition of even greater dither than he had been an hour before when he and his guests left the study. His penis had been stiffly erected for nearly two hours without interruption, and now seemed to have something like an ache at its base.
Marlene sat on his right and Erika on his left. At the beginning of the meal, when the backs of the butler and the maid were turned for an instant, he had unbuttoned his flies and taken out the cords. He had passed one cord under the table to the waiting hand of Marlene, and the other to Erika. He had then sat as closely as possible to the table, hiding his lap with the tablecloth. Marlene's first pull on her cord had been gentle. Erika's, from lack of experience, had almost pulled his testicles off his body. He was glad that her subsequent pulls, throughout the length of the meal, had been less violent.
Birgitta sat on Erika's left, and Anna on Marlene's right. Excitedly, but enviously, they watched their host being tortured as he tried to eat naturally. They wished they could take part in the activities. Anna, however, was a little awed by the regality of Marlene and did not dare to ask for her end of the cord for a moment or two. Birgitta, on the other hand, had leaned to her right on one occasion and had felt under the table for Erika's cord. A warning cough from Erika had emphasised the danger of something being noticed by the servants, and she had at once let go of the cord, leaning on downwards to pretend to pick up a fallen napkin.
Margarete, at the other end of the table, opposite her employer, watched the effects of the pulling of the cords with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. It was exciting to her because a man's genital organs were being tortured under her eyes; it was worrying because she felt that one or other of the servants could not fail to notice that their employer was not sitting in his usual relaxed posture but was from time to time making jerky movements on the seat of his chair.
At last, the dessert was served, and the servants left the room.
"So," said Marlene to him, giving a pull on her cord, "we are six tonight. You, my dear, and five women who are now going to flog you a good deal. The question is, where shall we do it?"
"There's no need to worry about noise," said Margarete. "The servants will all be out. And the children are far away at the other end of the house."
"Exactly," said Marlene. "I usually flog him in his bedroom-because it's the safest place from the noise point of view. But it's not necessary tonight, and five of us may be rather on top of one another. So where?"
Margarete looked at Per. "May I suggest the main salon? There's plenty of room-and there are plenty of sofas and things."
"I approve of that," said Birgitta. "I mean the sofas."
"I've been wondering," said Per, "which of you two is the sadist and which the nymph. You're the nymph, aren't you?"
"Yes," said Birgitta, simply. "But I can be quite a sadist too. I am feeling one tonight, in fact."
"Now who is the pig?" said Anna. Per raised his eyes at her enquiringly.
"You'll soon see what she means," said Birgitta. "She has another perversion, on top of her sadism-and I tell her she's a greedy pig most of the time. You'll soon see what it is."
Per laughed. "All right, I'll be patient." He turned to Erika, the warmth of whose body was causing her rubberised dress to give off a very heady and exciting perfume. "And you, too-you have another perversion, haven't you?"
She blushed slightly. "This dress?"
"Yes."
"Yes, I love anything made of rubber." He nodded his head. "Looking at you, I think I'm beginning to like it too."
Marlene said: "So, what do you say to using your big salon?"
He turned to her. "Very well. It's probably the best place." He was slightly disinclined, now that the moment had arrived, to leave the safety of the dining-room. He glanced round his table again at the five lovely girls who were going to thrash him, and his masochism overcame his fear. He said: "Let's move there, then-if you're ready."
"Have you still got that ladder?" asked Marlene.
"Yes," he said.
"Go and get it. And bring it to the salon. We'll be there waiting for you."
"A ladder?" said Margarete. "What for?"
Marlene smiled at her. "A ladder is a wonderful thing to tie a man to if you want to flog him and play with him a little, too."