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He went on, “tonight you will be walked through this great old building so the ghosts of our ancestors can see your body and know you are going to be chastised voluntarily, our first place of chastisement will be the kitchen, where I will hold you over the table and Barry and I will take you hard, before we go up to the room where you will take Bessy`s place this time, and she will hang in yours. Understand?” she nodded, then with a tug on her lead she was led through the gloomy old house down the long cool familiar corridors, her exposed nipples reacting to the air, her heels tapping on the carpets in the more public areas and echoing on the un-carpeted servants routes, feeling very vulnerable.
By their arrival at the kitchen, which in reality took but a few minutes to reach, goose bumps were visible on the exposed bits of her body and not all from the cold, her mind was in a turmoil, and she was feeling apprehensive. The kitchen lights were on and she had the strange thought of what a boon this lighting was, remembering her husband had had it installed, in one of his showing off phases, an innovation that no one in the house really understood. It was one of those ploys of the mind, a distraction!
Behind the big solid table was her lover, Bessy, dressed as always on these occasions in just bra and stays. The reams of fat on her legs, her arms and the bit of her belly peeping over her mons, all adding to her presence, her husband and Muriel`s occasional lover, Barry the butler, stood at her side holding a lead attached to a second wide black collar. At the far side of the big flat table-top, scrubbed white to within an inch of its life, on the table was a small black bowl of dripping, the only item on the stark surface.
In a stern voice, she was told to bend over the table, which she did, Bessy was told to hold her hands, released from the cuffs the two women reached out and hands were lovingly held, the voice of her son said, “Tonight Muriel, I am going to take you as my father would have, no soft approach, no games and when I am satisfied Barry too will have you in a like way, and from now on there will be no taboo areas for any of us on games nights, understand?” it explained the bowl of dripping, she quietly said, “My body is yours you must use me as you will, but can we kiss please, Bessy and I to take my mind off the pain?” permission was given and a finger plastered her brown star with the greasy lubricant, then without more ado, his stiff tool found its target. A moment passed while the two ladies lips met, then as if stabbing a knife into a piece of meat, the stiff penile bayonet was rammed inwards and upwards deep into the woman`s body, tearing its way into her bowel with a pain like a red-hot bar had been jammed past her anal muscles and that immense pain, had instantly transmitting itself to her brain and finally onwards to her lips and her lover who instantly knew of the intensity of her pain and violation. Long seconds past, then slowly oh so slowly as her invader began his dance, and the tense kiss began to ease, until the rider was being welcomed with every thrust, and the lips became warm with erotic sensuality. Surprisingly it was Barry who broke the pregnant silence, ”Oh you like that do you girls,” he cried, then pushed some dripping into his wife`s back passage with his finger, neither woman made any outward sign of having heard, Muriel being to side-tracked by the by now fantastic feelings of her son deep seated in her rectum. Bessy her mind on her lovers joy and pain felt the finger deep into her muscular ring as she awaited the ejaculation deep into her kissing partner.
When it did come it was massive, gasping and groaning as Monty filling his mother’s body in a few strong pumps, she taking his fill with both excitement and orgasmic joy. The excitement transmitting itself to her lady friend, who in a second or two had a smaller but just as important climax. The over excited young man fell from the caress of his mother`s internal muscles… he stood and was quickly replaced by Barry who was soon battering away like a man possessed, his wider but shorter appendage stretching the woman in a way that was both pain and joy rolled into one. Monty, rejuvenated a little by watching the Butler hammering himself into his mother, took himself behind the flabby buttocks of the fat cook, he was soon into his second anal assault and the two women having ceased lip contact were sharing the whole anal experience while there loving eyes exchanged long stares of mutual joy and deep understanding. Neither man could last long and with a mutual groan, within seconds of one another, first Barry then the younger man filled the two women.
After a long moment the men slid from thee mounts, and the women broke their contact, and stood, patiently awaiting their menfolk`s full recovery, which took in truth a moment or two, they having put a lot into the act. Standing and taking a lead each, off they began to wander, Bessy switching out the light on her beloved kitchen as they passed the switch. Along the cool corridors and up the servants stairs they went, every step upward as the buttocks moved, allowing seed to seep from both women, damp and soon cool on inner legs. Along the servants corridor cold and draughty now it was unused regularly, they finally arrived at what now was dubbed ‘the games room,’
Inside the room it struck warm, from Barry`s lighting it a good hour before, the women were glad, but the fire had well burnt down, they made it up, waiting for the new fuel to burn through, and partaking of a stiff drink before the games began, they sat for a moment Nobody really spoke, just “thank you`s” as the gasses were filled, their minds no doubt full of what was to come.
Five long minutes passed, then Monty replaced the cuffs and with the usual ropes and using the hook nearest the fire, his mother was soon hung as before though from flat feet this time rather than the tiptoes of the last games, Her high held wrists, secure in their un-yielding leather cuffs. The woman now ready, she was asked by her son, how many strokes, and Muriel fixing him with a determined eye, replied clearly “Ten!” “and the last stroke?” it was a clear question, but from her the answer was a nod accompanied by a weak “if you please sir” Bessy by this time had stood expecting cuffs and security, but smiling the young man shook his head then said to her, “Tell me Bessy, of your secretive private afternoons with my mother… do you kiss?” the women exchanged glances, then at a nod from Muriel, Bessy said reluctantly, ”we do sir” “and do you touch one another?” another glance then a nod. Then the question, “and have you asked my permission?” alarmed the woman looked deep into Muriel` s eyes, then together in duet they said, “No sir!” “then you ladies, know better and you must pay… tonight you will each punish your friend for that oversight.” And with that the belt was thrust into Bessy`s hand, with the comment “and don’t dare pull strokes, or I shall double your own strokes, Four …and hard, anywhere there`s skin… twixt neck and knee!”
A look of shock crossed the women`s faces, then Bessy wrapped the buckle round her right hand, their eyes met, and her lips silently said, “I`m Sorry” Muriel set her mind to the pain to come, and as if admonishing her friend from blame said, “just do it!”
Moving to the side, the leather descended across those breasts with a sound that all four remembered for days... the cook clearly not knowing her own strength. Muriel screamed, and not half-heartedly, while instantly both breasts reddened in a leather-wide line of red-hot pain just above the nipples. Her body instinctively folded in half with the severity of the strike, her full weight hanging on the soft leather cuffs. Which caused its own pain round the wrists and caused her to quickly place her feet back to the floor and take their share of her weight. Tear`s fell.
It might be thought that something would have been said about the strength of the shot and toning it down a little, but Monty smiled said “perfect” and then “three more and then its Barry`s turn, which comment caused the butlers jaw to fall open. The big cook nodded then struck once more, just below the Basque line, the reaction was much as the first strike, a fierce red line across hip and buttocks that said the cook was not favouring her lover, determinedly the feet stayed on the floor this time, Muriel`s wrists not having recovered from the last episode.
Head shaking and sobbing the secure woman awaited the next stroke, knowing that her tender but still pert breasts would be the target once more, the leather sang, Thwack. Another line on the pale skin half an inch above the original still red mark, ready now for the impact the woman reacted but not as violently as before and the sobs were the only real reaction.
The final stroke by the big chastiser was perhaps a little more subtle, and not quite so hard, the leather hit in the exact line of its predecessor, hip, and then buttocks reddening more, in as near as could be seen, the exact same line pf the previous hit. Relived the belt was unwrapped and handed to Monty, stood as he was back to the fire, his eyes met hers and he said, “I see you spared her nipples Bessy, do you enjoy them that much?” the cook blushed but without waiting her reply his next instruction took her by shock, “remove your brassier and we shall see later if she loves your nipples as much as you like hers!”
Over the years she had become used to the thick protection of the underclothing at these chastisements and she was reluctant to remove the thing, but such was her strength of will or perhaps his, that the big hands automatically reached behind and as instructed they unclipped the trusty halter. Removing it, she passed it to him, but he threw it onto the windowsill saying,” don’t wear this at these games again”
Soon nimbly Monty had her secured by the cuffs and the rope to stand opposite her still snuffling lover, the livid red lines easily visible on the pale skin and the chin on her chest.
He passed the belt to Barry, said “four” which will leave me two, then it`s her turn!” Indicating Bessy, “and she too can have ten tonight, as I am looking forward to having her in my bed warmed and tenderised!”
Barry wrapped the buckle and stood to face Muriel, He was reluctant to strike the still weeping woman, well in fact he was reluctant altogether, but by now he had seen the resulting climaxes, and had enjoyed the fruits of the games so he was perhaps intrigued by the power and the joy.
He had her face away from the window, striking from the other side than his wife, he began with a stroke across the backside that was not as hard as Bessy`s but significant just the same his lower stance had the stroke hitting from lower, diagonally upwards and across the already marked flesh luckily crossing just at the cleft of the buttock .
She jerked in her bonds none the less, as the second stroke followed to a landing sight a touch further south, to her surprise there had been no hesitation, no pause and adrenaline roared through Barry`s body as this strange feeling of shear power and euphoria took over. Never before had he felt this way, he hesitated just a moment then a third stroke hit home on her rump, the strike criss-crossing the others and droplets of red lifeblood appearing as the leather fell away from his victim, He knew this last stroke must be elsewhere on her body but he was reluctant, knowing he so wanted to spare those fantastic orbs of hers for himself later. She was now looking up at the ceiling, tears falling still and her backside throbbing, she knew her body was betraying her yet again, and she was approaching a climax, would it be with this next stroke or with her sons first, her mind a turmoil of jumbled thoughts, as she heard the leather whistle once more and without looking knew her breast would be his target.
The leather struck, his being unused to the play aim, not as accurate as he had hoped striking the nearest breast a glancing blow just under the nipple, bit a full weight strike to her further areola above, and narrowly missing the nipple by a mere hairs breadth.
Past normal reaction now her heart thumping and the nipples stiffening she saw her son take the leather, this time she knew her nipples would suffer, stiff and erect they were just too much of the perfect target, and true to her expectations she watched as if in slow motion as the leather approach, then strike across both nubs in a red hot caress that sent her into a climax the like of which she could not remember. Seconds passed, then remembering the final stroke she was expecting and had agreed too, she turned her back and raised her right leg , it was unnecessary to her she had already climaxed, but a promise was a promise, and she heard the leather whistling through the air, but nothing struck, a cry from Bessy said she was now his target, and lowering her leg she turned once more to watch. There was no pretence this time, no counting, just shear power in the vicious strokes the leather wrapping itself round the fat body at buttock or breast in a fast sequence red lines two on the butt and two on the sagging breasts marked the strokes, as the leather rested and Muriel felt Barry releasing her. her legs felt weak after the ordeal, but another stiff drink restored her and she was soon stood before her lover belt at the ready, her son telling her, “it was time to get her own revenge and to mark her lover well three times!”
Looking at her friend hung awaiting she said, “I am sorry Bes` but I must!” the nod of understanding said it all then with a swing that said she was not pulling her punches the leather curled across the big woman`s buttocks with a `THWACK.’
Pain coursed through the big body her mind busy doing the sums, three he had said, he had given her four, that’s seven, Barry she had forgotten Barry , the leather struck her butt once more, it was almost un noticed to a seasoned victim like herself, one more and it would be her husbands turn, would he be man enough, he had never before tried hurting women… white hot pain across her breasts brought her mind back to reality, Muriel`s last stroke had struck, at least she knew with her nipples facing down as they did nowadays they were safe. In a daze she watched the belt being passed to Barry, he stood before her with a smile that said he now had found something exciting in these games, she shuddered, the leather struck at her breasts and again as the rush of adrenaline coursed through her veins, she glimpsed his eyes, her husband`s eyes, now beaming like two shining stars , full of excitement and joy. As he swung yet again and as the strap struck at her breasts once more, she could see in his face he had that joy Joe had so loved, and she knew they had unleashed a monster.
Each women had now received nine strokes of that leather, from its hiding place atop of the mantle-piece Monty took down the new crop as Barry released his wife. She too was given a bracing drink and then Monty addressed his two victims. “I will give you each the choice of security or willpower for this last stroke each. After which till tomorrow you will each be with Barry and I as usual. We will use you both without mercy and You will be returned to each of us …full. Now who will be first?”
The women exchanged glances then, Muriel turned her back on him taking her lovers hands to steady herself and raising her leg to give him full access. He measured the aim perfectly then dropping the crop down to the floor brought it smartly upward smacking the leather end hard into her wet and gaping slot. Her eyes shut as the warmth of the stroke permeated the lips of her sex.
Bessy took her place but bid her friends son “wait!” then she whispered to the smarting Muriel, who tat her behest then knelt before her, placing her hands on her friends head Bessy raised her leg, and the woman keeping her fingers well out of the way held open her friends sexual lips exposing the clitorise and holding back the fat belly with her wrists as she did so. Again, he measured the exact length lowered the crop then at her command snapped the thing upwards. The hit was perfect once more, the lather smacking against the clit, causing the woman to shriek as a tidal wave of pain ran up through her body, she snapped upright and stood holding her self with both hands, waiting the first throb to subside. Yes, it was painful now, but it she knew it would ensure that any touch tonight would be magnified by a millionfold. The fire was by now low, so leads were clipped on and the pairs went their separate ways.
The night was a total success only marred by the need to bring it to a finish fairly early for the cook to ready breakfast,
He went on, “tonight you will be walked through this great old building so the ghosts of our ancestors can see your body and know you are going to be chastised voluntarily, our first place of chastisement will be the kitchen, where I will hold you over the table and Barry and I will take you hard, before we go up to the room where you will take Bessy`s place this time, and she will hang in yours. Understand?” she nodded, then with a tug on her lead she was led through the gloomy old house down the long cool familiar corridors, her exposed nipples reacting to the air, her heels tapping on the carpets in the more public areas and echoing on the un-carpeted servants routes, feeling very vulnerable.
By their arrival at the kitchen, which in reality took but a few minutes to reach, goose bumps were visible on the exposed bits of her body and not all from the cold, her mind was in a turmoil, and she was feeling apprehensive. The kitchen lights were on and she had the strange thought of what a boon this lighting was, remembering her husband had had it installed, in one of his showing off phases, an innovation that no one in the house really understood. It was one of those ploys of the mind, a distraction!
Behind the big solid table was her lover, Bessy, dressed as always on these occasions in just bra and stays. The reams of fat on her legs, her arms and the bit of her belly peeping over her mons, all adding to her presence, her husband and Muriel`s occasional lover, Barry the butler, stood at her side holding a lead attached to a second wide black collar. At the far side of the big flat table-top, scrubbed white to within an inch of its life, on the table was a small black bowl of dripping, the only item on the stark surface.
In a stern voice, she was told to bend over the table, which she did, Bessy was told to hold her hands, released from the cuffs the two women reached out and hands were lovingly held, the voice of her son said, “Tonight Muriel, I am going to take you as my father would have, no soft approach, no games and when I am satisfied Barry too will have you in a like way, and from now on there will be no taboo areas for any of us on games nights, understand?” it explained the bowl of dripping, she quietly said, “My body is yours you must use me as you will, but can we kiss please, Bessy and I to take my mind off the pain?” permission was given and a finger plastered her brown star with the greasy lubricant, then without more ado, his stiff tool found its target. A moment passed while the two ladies lips met, then as if stabbing a knife into a piece of meat, the stiff penile bayonet was rammed inwards and upwards deep into the woman`s body, tearing its way into her bowel with a pain like a red-hot bar had been jammed past her anal muscles and that immense pain, had instantly transmitting itself to her brain and finally onwards to her lips and her lover who instantly knew of the intensity of her pain and violation. Long seconds past, then slowly oh so slowly as her invader began his dance, and the tense kiss began to ease, until the rider was being welcomed with every thrust, and the lips became warm with erotic sensuality. Surprisingly it was Barry who broke the pregnant silence, ”Oh you like that do you girls,” he cried, then pushed some dripping into his wife`s back passage with his finger, neither woman made any outward sign of having heard, Muriel being to side-tracked by the by now fantastic feelings of her son deep seated in her rectum. Bessy her mind on her lovers joy and pain felt the finger deep into her muscular ring as she awaited the ejaculation deep into her kissing partner.
When it did come it was massive, gasping and groaning as Monty filling his mother’s body in a few strong pumps, she taking his fill with both excitement and orgasmic joy. The excitement transmitting itself to her lady friend, who in a second or two had a smaller but just as important climax. The over excited young man fell from the caress of his mother`s internal muscles… he stood and was quickly replaced by Barry who was soon battering away like a man possessed, his wider but shorter appendage stretching the woman in a way that was both pain and joy rolled into one. Monty, rejuvenated a little by watching the Butler hammering himself into his mother, took himself behind the flabby buttocks of the fat cook, he was soon into his second anal assault and the two women having ceased lip contact were sharing the whole anal experience while there loving eyes exchanged long stares of mutual joy and deep understanding. Neither man could last long and with a mutual groan, within seconds of one another, first Barry then the younger man filled the two women.
After a long moment the men slid from thee mounts, and the women broke their contact, and stood, patiently awaiting their menfolk`s full recovery, which took in truth a moment or two, they having put a lot into the act. Standing and taking a lead each, off they began to wander, Bessy switching out the light on her beloved kitchen as they passed the switch. Along the cool corridors and up the servants stairs they went, every step upward as the buttocks moved, allowing seed to seep from both women, damp and soon cool on inner legs. Along the servants corridor cold and draughty now it was unused regularly, they finally arrived at what now was dubbed ‘the games room,’
Inside the room it struck warm, from Barry`s lighting it a good hour before, the women were glad, but the fire had well burnt down, they made it up, waiting for the new fuel to burn through, and partaking of a stiff drink before the games began, they sat for a moment Nobody really spoke, just “thank you`s” as the gasses were filled, their minds no doubt full of what was to come.
Five long minutes passed, then Monty replaced the cuffs and with the usual ropes and using the hook nearest the fire, his mother was soon hung as before though from flat feet this time rather than the tiptoes of the last games, Her high held wrists, secure in their un-yielding leather cuffs. The woman now ready, she was asked by her son, how many strokes, and Muriel fixing him with a determined eye, replied clearly “Ten!” “and the last stroke?” it was a clear question, but from her the answer was a nod accompanied by a weak “if you please sir” Bessy by this time had stood expecting cuffs and security, but smiling the young man shook his head then said to her, “Tell me Bessy, of your secretive private afternoons with my mother… do you kiss?” the women exchanged glances, then at a nod from Muriel, Bessy said reluctantly, ”we do sir” “and do you touch one another?” another glance then a nod. Then the question, “and have you asked my permission?” alarmed the woman looked deep into Muriel` s eyes, then together in duet they said, “No sir!” “then you ladies, know better and you must pay… tonight you will each punish your friend for that oversight.” And with that the belt was thrust into Bessy`s hand, with the comment “and don’t dare pull strokes, or I shall double your own strokes, Four …and hard, anywhere there`s skin… twixt neck and knee!”
A look of shock crossed the women`s faces, then Bessy wrapped the buckle round her right hand, their eyes met, and her lips silently said, “I`m Sorry” Muriel set her mind to the pain to come, and as if admonishing her friend from blame said, “just do it!”
Moving to the side, the leather descended across those breasts with a sound that all four remembered for days... the cook clearly not knowing her own strength. Muriel screamed, and not half-heartedly, while instantly both breasts reddened in a leather-wide line of red-hot pain just above the nipples. Her body instinctively folded in half with the severity of the strike, her full weight hanging on the soft leather cuffs. Which caused its own pain round the wrists and caused her to quickly place her feet back to the floor and take their share of her weight. Tear`s fell.
It might be thought that something would have been said about the strength of the shot and toning it down a little, but Monty smiled said “perfect” and then “three more and then its Barry`s turn, which comment caused the butlers jaw to fall open. The big cook nodded then struck once more, just below the Basque line, the reaction was much as the first strike, a fierce red line across hip and buttocks that said the cook was not favouring her lover, determinedly the feet stayed on the floor this time, Muriel`s wrists not having recovered from the last episode.
Head shaking and sobbing the secure woman awaited the next stroke, knowing that her tender but still pert breasts would be the target once more, the leather sang, Thwack. Another line on the pale skin half an inch above the original still red mark, ready now for the impact the woman reacted but not as violently as before and the sobs were the only real reaction.
The final stroke by the big chastiser was perhaps a little more subtle, and not quite so hard, the leather hit in the exact line of its predecessor, hip, and then buttocks reddening more, in as near as could be seen, the exact same line pf the previous hit. Relived the belt was unwrapped and handed to Monty, stood as he was back to the fire, his eyes met hers and he said, “I see you spared her nipples Bessy, do you enjoy them that much?” the cook blushed but without waiting her reply his next instruction took her by shock, “remove your brassier and we shall see later if she loves your nipples as much as you like hers!”
Over the years she had become used to the thick protection of the underclothing at these chastisements and she was reluctant to remove the thing, but such was her strength of will or perhaps his, that the big hands automatically reached behind and as instructed they unclipped the trusty halter. Removing it, she passed it to him, but he threw it onto the windowsill saying,” don’t wear this at these games again”
Soon nimbly Monty had her secured by the cuffs and the rope to stand opposite her still snuffling lover, the livid red lines easily visible on the pale skin and the chin on her chest.
He passed the belt to Barry, said “four” which will leave me two, then it`s her turn!” Indicating Bessy, “and she too can have ten tonight, as I am looking forward to having her in my bed warmed and tenderised!”
Barry wrapped the buckle and stood to face Muriel, He was reluctant to strike the still weeping woman, well in fact he was reluctant altogether, but by now he had seen the resulting climaxes, and had enjoyed the fruits of the games so he was perhaps intrigued by the power and the joy.
He had her face away from the window, striking from the other side than his wife, he began with a stroke across the backside that was not as hard as Bessy`s but significant just the same his lower stance had the stroke hitting from lower, diagonally upwards and across the already marked flesh luckily crossing just at the cleft of the buttock .
She jerked in her bonds none the less, as the second stroke followed to a landing sight a touch further south, to her surprise there had been no hesitation, no pause and adrenaline roared through Barry`s body as this strange feeling of shear power and euphoria took over. Never before had he felt this way, he hesitated just a moment then a third stroke hit home on her rump, the strike criss-crossing the others and droplets of red lifeblood appearing as the leather fell away from his victim, He knew this last stroke must be elsewhere on her body but he was reluctant, knowing he so wanted to spare those fantastic orbs of hers for himself later. She was now looking up at the ceiling, tears falling still and her backside throbbing, she knew her body was betraying her yet again, and she was approaching a climax, would it be with this next stroke or with her sons first, her mind a turmoil of jumbled thoughts, as she heard the leather whistle once more and without looking knew her breast would be his target.
The leather struck, his being unused to the play aim, not as accurate as he had hoped striking the nearest breast a glancing blow just under the nipple, bit a full weight strike to her further areola above, and narrowly missing the nipple by a mere hairs breadth.
Past normal reaction now her heart thumping and the nipples stiffening she saw her son take the leather, this time she knew her nipples would suffer, stiff and erect they were just too much of the perfect target, and true to her expectations she watched as if in slow motion as the leather approach, then strike across both nubs in a red hot caress that sent her into a climax the like of which she could not remember. Seconds passed, then remembering the final stroke she was expecting and had agreed too, she turned her back and raised her right leg , it was unnecessary to her she had already climaxed, but a promise was a promise, and she heard the leather whistling through the air, but nothing struck, a cry from Bessy said she was now his target, and lowering her leg she turned once more to watch. There was no pretence this time, no counting, just shear power in the vicious strokes the leather wrapping itself round the fat body at buttock or breast in a fast sequence red lines two on the butt and two on the sagging breasts marked the strokes, as the leather rested and Muriel felt Barry releasing her. her legs felt weak after the ordeal, but another stiff drink restored her and she was soon stood before her lover belt at the ready, her son telling her, “it was time to get her own revenge and to mark her lover well three times!”
Looking at her friend hung awaiting she said, “I am sorry Bes` but I must!” the nod of understanding said it all then with a swing that said she was not pulling her punches the leather curled across the big woman`s buttocks with a `THWACK.’
Pain coursed through the big body her mind busy doing the sums, three he had said, he had given her four, that’s seven, Barry she had forgotten Barry , the leather struck her butt once more, it was almost un noticed to a seasoned victim like herself, one more and it would be her husbands turn, would he be man enough, he had never before tried hurting women… white hot pain across her breasts brought her mind back to reality, Muriel`s last stroke had struck, at least she knew with her nipples facing down as they did nowadays they were safe. In a daze she watched the belt being passed to Barry, he stood before her with a smile that said he now had found something exciting in these games, she shuddered, the leather struck at her breasts and again as the rush of adrenaline coursed through her veins, she glimpsed his eyes, her husband`s eyes, now beaming like two shining stars , full of excitement and joy. As he swung yet again and as the strap struck at her breasts once more, she could see in his face he had that joy Joe had so loved, and she knew they had unleashed a monster.
Each women had now received nine strokes of that leather, from its hiding place atop of the mantle-piece Monty took down the new crop as Barry released his wife. She too was given a bracing drink and then Monty addressed his two victims. “I will give you each the choice of security or willpower for this last stroke each. After which till tomorrow you will each be with Barry and I as usual. We will use you both without mercy and You will be returned to each of us …full. Now who will be first?”
The women exchanged glances then, Muriel turned her back on him taking her lovers hands to steady herself and raising her leg to give him full access. He measured the aim perfectly then dropping the crop down to the floor brought it smartly upward smacking the leather end hard into her wet and gaping slot. Her eyes shut as the warmth of the stroke permeated the lips of her sex.
Bessy took her place but bid her friends son “wait!” then she whispered to the smarting Muriel, who tat her behest then knelt before her, placing her hands on her friends head Bessy raised her leg, and the woman keeping her fingers well out of the way held open her friends sexual lips exposing the clitorise and holding back the fat belly with her wrists as she did so. Again, he measured the exact length lowered the crop then at her command snapped the thing upwards. The hit was perfect once more, the lather smacking against the clit, causing the woman to shriek as a tidal wave of pain ran up through her body, she snapped upright and stood holding her self with both hands, waiting the first throb to subside. Yes, it was painful now, but it she knew it would ensure that any touch tonight would be magnified by a millionfold. The fire was by now low, so leads were clipped on and the pairs went their separate ways.
The night was a total success only marred by the need to bring it to a finish fairly early for the cook to ready breakfast,
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