Enslaved on an Alien World Ch 02
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Idly, melissa surveyed the weals across the buttocks of her personal slave. They were in neat, almost parallel lines. Expertly laid on, she reflected with a little feeling of satisfaction. Slowly she counted them, knowing exactly how each one of them would be feeling at that moment. Since they had been raised after midnight, they would still be sore and throbbing. There were twenty of them.
A little smile played over Melissa’s full, wide lips.
What an amusing game it was that she played every time that she visited the casino. The last spin of the roulette wheel, before she left, was always for Julia. It decided the number of strokes of the cane she would get when her Mistress returned. If it were Zero... or ever anything from 1 to 6, Julia could indeed consider herself fortunate. If it were anything from 30 to 36, less so! It was a game Melissa always played fairly, whatever the outcome.
The soft, striped buttocks gave an involuntary little twitch and, again, the smile played over Melissa’s mouth. Julia had a very good bottom she thought. Almost as good as her own. One could not have asked for a better one on a slave. She turned in bed to look at Quentin beside her... seeing he was still fast asleep. How kind of him it had been to give her Julia the day they were married! Oh what a good husband he was!
In so many ways.
Wealthy, generous, not too demanding. Allowing her all the freedom she wanted. Permitted her to have sex with other men... provided she told him about it. Sometimes he even liked to watch. Well, that was alright by her. In his turn, he had no objection to her watching him fuck Julia! Oh yes... Quentin was all one could ask in a husband.
And now, Melissa, told herself happily, I am more than simply his wife, I am his Slave Mistress.
In due time, those two youngsters, Maria and Heidi, would be very well trained indeed. It would be nice for a man in his early fifties having two ripe, shapely teenagers, doing anything he wanted. And doing it very well.
Still, Quentin deserved it.
Melissa finished her glass of ice-cold orange juice which Julia had brought her earlier.
“More orange juice, slave,” said Melissa snapping her fingers.
Julia jumped up immediately and came hurrying across the bedroom, breasts swinging and bouncing. In keeping with her bottom, they were excellent breasts. Well rounded, high and firm. Quentin had been a good picker when he chose this woman to be his fiance. Pity she had cheated him. Pity for her that is! She must have regretted it considerably since, reflected Melissa with a wry, inner smile.
Julia returned in no time at all and placed the glass deferentially on the bedside table. Then she went back across the room, went down on hands and knees, pressed her nose into the corner and thrust her curvaceous hindquarters high. Unless ordered otherwise, it was the position and posture she had to adopt until she was required again. Rather undignified...
Not that Julia thought of it in that way. She had become so accustomed to indignities as to be virtually inured to them! Poor Julia. It was not pleasant to be one of life’s losers. Melissa knew. She had had some experience of it. Still those days were over. Well over. Long gone. Melissa smiled at herself in the big wide mirror on the facing wall. She liked what she saw. The rich, dark-auburn hair (like red beech leaves in Autumn)... the dark, luminous eyes, wide-set... the full mouth, the perfect teeth... the flawless complexion. She liked, too, the quality of her breasts, well made and firm, like those of Julia. She, too, was naked as she lay propped up in the double bed. But, she thought with a stab of something like exultation, what a world of difference there was between voluntary nakedness and enforced nakedness!
Julia had been kept naked now for months.
And would continue to be kept naked.
Contentedly, sipping the glass of fresh orange juice, Melissa contemplated the day ahead...
Maria and Heidi had been under sedation for forty eight hours now. And undergoing Healing Treatment. They would be fully recovered by now. Not a mark to be seen on them, despite the severe thrashing each had received. It was time to renew their training. It would be interesting to see if they were just a little more obedient. Not quite so reluctant.
Still, one couldn’t expect miracles at this stage.
There was no hurry, however, because it seemed that Quentin was in no hurry to enjoy the fruits of her efforts. Indeed, so easy-going about the whole set-up was he that he had given full permission for them to be given to Hans or Cassim. Those two, you might say, were to be sexual guinea pigs. Lucky them! Already they had felt young lips and tongues at work. However unwillingly. Things would soon be taken a stage further.
Beside Melissa, Quentin stirred lazily, then opened his eyes.
“Good morning, my love,” said Melissa, patting his balding head.
“Morning, my pretty,” he replied with a yawn.
He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Then he spotted Julia kneeling in the corner and a grin broke over his rather craggy features. He recalled with pleasurable amusement how, the previous night, Melissa had been rather too tired for his attentions, so he had fucked Julia instead. Fucked her while she was kneeling on the floor as she was at that moment. Except that her thighs were wide, of course. It had been a most satisfying poke. Brief but stimulating. Julia sure knew how to use that arse of hers. She’d had plenty of practice, of course!
Despite those nocturnal exertions, Quentin realised he had a hard on. Well, he thought, there’s life in the old dog yet! Those pills of Madame Vesta’s were marvellous. Often it seemed he could well have been in his twenties or thirties rather than his fifties. Well, if he wanted, he could fuck Julia again. Or, naturally, he could have Melissa. It might be polite... tactful, indeed... to give her the option.
“Sleep well?” enquired Quentin.
“Beautifully, thanks. And you?”
“Mmmm... yes... I was pretty tired.”
“I’m not surprised, I heard you enjoying your fuck in the dark.”
“Oh, that didn’t tire me. Just getting some dirty water off my chest. No, I spent too long at the tables. Must have been two before I got in.”
“Did you win?”
“Not a lot.” Quentin chortled. “I see Julia lost again.”
“Yes... that girl’s a born loser, I’m afraid!” Melissa smiled at Quentin. She was feeling faintly randy. Would Quentin have recovered adequately? If not, she could always make use of Julia. Still, she felt more like having a piece of cock. At that, Melissa thought suddenly of Hans and Cassim. There were a couple of hunky young brutes for you! Very well hung. Soon she would have a little fun there. She turned to Quentin and planted a kiss on his forehead.
“Fancy anything?” she asked.
Quentin fondled the lovely bare breasts available to him. “Mmmm... you... ” he murmured.
“Good... I fancy you, too.”
“Like to come on top of me?” That was one of Quentin’s favourite ways of enjoying Melissa. It always had been.
“Sure. But I’ve got an idea. Let’s have Julia warm us up a little first. I’m not quite ready.”
“Fine... ”
Another snap of Melissa’s fingers. “Slave... over here!”
Back came the swinging, bouncing breasts. Melissa pushed down the bedclothes, pulled up her thighs and parted them. There was no need to give Julia any further orders. In moments she was on the bed and down between Melissa’s parted thighs. Almost feverishly her lips and tongue went to work.
Melissa turned to Quentin and smiled. Then, glancing down, she saw his tumescence.
“You don’t seem to need any warming up,” she said.
“No... all the same, a little bit of sucking won’t come amiss.”
“I suppose not... ” Melissa stretched up her arms and clasped the bedhead, her features happily relaxed. She was by no means a lesbian, yet she enjoyed Julia’s attentions. As much as anything because of the humiliation they imposed on Julia - who was also not a lesbian. It was something which had been forced on both of them when they had been on the ‘Paradise’.
Melissa closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations of Julia’s darting tongue.
“That’s it, slave... now suck my clit’“ she sighed.
The lips did at they were told. Melissa sighed again. Her thighs fell even wider apart. Oh that ‘Paradise’... what a set-up it was! How lovely to know that Rosalie was on board the vessel at that very moment! Oh God... that gipsy-bitch... how she deserved to suffer! Once she had been one of Quentin’s servants, in charge of Melissa. Now it was her turn to know unrelieved agony of mind and body. Perhaps, thought Melissa, at that very moment she was feeling Miss Judith’s tawse across her bottom. Maybe she was sweating and straining on the treadmill. Perhaps one of the giant blacks was fucking her brutally. Rosalie wouldn’t enjoy that at all, being a true lesbian. Melissa sighed again, feeling the lustful joy mounting within. How good it was to know that it was she who had consigned Rosalie to the ‘Paradise’... and that she could keep her there as long as she wished.
“A-Ahhhhhh... ” she sighed, haunches jerking, “eat it, slave... eat it, then... ”
Julia did just that and Melissa came to shuddering orgasm. For a few moments, she lay there breasts heaving.
“Now go and suck your Master,” she ordered.
The mouth departed. The mouth took in Quentin’s thickly-rounded prick. Quentin was certainly not long but he had good girth. Melissa found him surprisingly satisfying.
Suck... suck... suck... suck... suck... suck...
Julia was as zealous with Quentin as she had been with Melissa.
That was how a slave had to be. Quentin half turned and began to fondle Melissa’s breasts again.
“Do you know, I really fancy you this morning... ”
“Good... I’m glad... and you’re going to have me. When this thing has got you ready for my pussy.”
“Mmm... yes... yes... I want it... ” Quentin was looking at Julia’s naked bottom, reflected in the wall mirror. The lust within him was mounting ever faster. Soon, he though, it will be young Maria... or Heidi... doing this. When they had been trained. Oh lovely... lovely! Oh how young they were!
Suddenly, he realised that Melissa had yanked up Julia’s head by her hair.
“Don’t be greedy, slave,” she said.
He heard Julia panting. It had only been just in time.
“Sorry darling... I was getting carried away.”
“It’s mine... and I want it.”
“You can have it... ” Quentin kicked Julia off the side of the bed. “Kneel, slave,” he ordered. “You can watch.”
Julia knelt erect, placing her hands on top of her head. Quentin looked into her despairing eyes as Melissa mounted him. Oh what a revenge he had had upon this woman! A hundred-fold revenge. More! He felt the hot succulence of Melissa as he slid up into her.
Delicious! Oh quite delicious!
Those haunches began to undulate up and down...
Superb!
What a woman this was! His. Just as Julia was. But in a quite different way. As he wife, she had freedom to accept of reject him. Julia had no such freedom. If she was told to proffer her sex she had to do so without delay or demure.
Melissa was different.
She gave herself voluntarily.
Quentin placed his hands lightly on the smoothness of the rising and falling buttocks. What a bottom! His... all his!
“Lovely... oh so lovely... ” he said thickly.
“You feel good, husband,” said Melissa. “You’ve got a beautifully solid prick. Mmm... yes... yes... ” The undulating haunches began to move up and down a little faster. Quentin smiled into Julia’s watching eyes. Rejection, he reflected, could often be as enjoyable as possession.
What wouldn’t have Julia given to be able to change places with Melissa!
“Oh... hhaaah... darling... I can’t hold out... m-much longer... hhaaahh.”
“I... hhaaah... don’t mind... ” The haunches began to move even faster. “I... I’m going to c-come... too... soon... hhhhaaahhhh... soon... ”
“Yes... ahhhhh... yes... come then... because... I... hhhhaaaaahhhhh... I’m coming... yes... yes... hhhhaaahhhh... nooo... oowwwww!”
Quentin groaned and gasped as he jetted... hearing Melissa whimpering as she jerked and squirmed in the fierceness of her own orgasm.
It was good... oh so very good...
Both of them were breathing heavily as Melissa slumped down upon Quentin. “Lovely,” she sighed.
“Mmmm... yes,” said Quentin, patting the soft-warm bottom which, in former days, he had so often made squirm for very different reasons. Never again though. Those days were over. Melissa was his wife. In many ways, the perfect wife. Quentin opened his eyes... to find himself looking straight into the eyes of Julia who, of course, still knelt erect by the bedside. Those eyes were blank; the features set. It was a mask which hid a turmoil of emotions, he knew. A mask contrived and perfected out of long experience of slavery.
Quentin grinned faintly. He felt very, very contented. On the other hand, what man wouldn’t, he reflected... with a wife like Melissa and a slave-girl like Julia! He continued to pat and caress the beautiful bottom atop of him.
“Any plans for today?” he asked after a while.
“Training resumes,” replied Melissa.
“Uh-ha... ”
“What about you?”
“I shall go sailing, I think.”
“It’s alright for some,” said Melissa.
“Oh you poor hard-working girl,” said Quentin mockingly. He knew very well that his wife was going to enjoy herself no end.
“Yes... it’s tough,” sighed Melissa. Then her voice changed. “Go and run my bath, slave,” she snapped.
Julia was on her feet in an instant. “Yes, Mistress... at once, Mistress.”
Quentin turned his head to watch the weal-striped bottom joggling delightfully as Julia hurried from the bedroom. “It must be nice to have a personal slave,” he remarked dreamily. “I have to run my own baths... set my own clothes out... ”
Melissa snorted. “Why don’t you get yourself one then?” she asked. “I’m sure Madame Vesta would oblige.”
“I might do that,” he replied. A little plan had been forming in his mind for some time. But it did not involve Madame Vesta. Quentin was working on the details. Working carefully. There wasn’t going to be any slip up... and, at that stage, he wasn’t even going to tell Melissa. He felt his wife ease herself up off him and then slip from the bed. Quentin closed his eyes. He felt a little lazy. Two good fucks within eight hours made a man of his age a little tired. There was no reason why he shouldn’t drop off to sleep again for a while. Just as he was doing so he was re-awakened by the sound of Melissa’s voice raised in anger... followed by a series of whacking sounds. Gasps, too. Doubtless Julia getting a strap or the sole of a slipper across her tender backside.
Very probably, the bath-water was not exactly to her Mistress’s liking.
A little smile played over Melissa’s full, wide lips.
What an amusing game it was that she played every time that she visited the casino. The last spin of the roulette wheel, before she left, was always for Julia. It decided the number of strokes of the cane she would get when her Mistress returned. If it were Zero... or ever anything from 1 to 6, Julia could indeed consider herself fortunate. If it were anything from 30 to 36, less so! It was a game Melissa always played fairly, whatever the outcome.
The soft, striped buttocks gave an involuntary little twitch and, again, the smile played over Melissa’s mouth. Julia had a very good bottom she thought. Almost as good as her own. One could not have asked for a better one on a slave. She turned in bed to look at Quentin beside her... seeing he was still fast asleep. How kind of him it had been to give her Julia the day they were married! Oh what a good husband he was!
In so many ways.
Wealthy, generous, not too demanding. Allowing her all the freedom she wanted. Permitted her to have sex with other men... provided she told him about it. Sometimes he even liked to watch. Well, that was alright by her. In his turn, he had no objection to her watching him fuck Julia! Oh yes... Quentin was all one could ask in a husband.
And now, Melissa, told herself happily, I am more than simply his wife, I am his Slave Mistress.
In due time, those two youngsters, Maria and Heidi, would be very well trained indeed. It would be nice for a man in his early fifties having two ripe, shapely teenagers, doing anything he wanted. And doing it very well.
Still, Quentin deserved it.
Melissa finished her glass of ice-cold orange juice which Julia had brought her earlier.
“More orange juice, slave,” said Melissa snapping her fingers.
Julia jumped up immediately and came hurrying across the bedroom, breasts swinging and bouncing. In keeping with her bottom, they were excellent breasts. Well rounded, high and firm. Quentin had been a good picker when he chose this woman to be his fiance. Pity she had cheated him. Pity for her that is! She must have regretted it considerably since, reflected Melissa with a wry, inner smile.
Julia returned in no time at all and placed the glass deferentially on the bedside table. Then she went back across the room, went down on hands and knees, pressed her nose into the corner and thrust her curvaceous hindquarters high. Unless ordered otherwise, it was the position and posture she had to adopt until she was required again. Rather undignified...
Not that Julia thought of it in that way. She had become so accustomed to indignities as to be virtually inured to them! Poor Julia. It was not pleasant to be one of life’s losers. Melissa knew. She had had some experience of it. Still those days were over. Well over. Long gone. Melissa smiled at herself in the big wide mirror on the facing wall. She liked what she saw. The rich, dark-auburn hair (like red beech leaves in Autumn)... the dark, luminous eyes, wide-set... the full mouth, the perfect teeth... the flawless complexion. She liked, too, the quality of her breasts, well made and firm, like those of Julia. She, too, was naked as she lay propped up in the double bed. But, she thought with a stab of something like exultation, what a world of difference there was between voluntary nakedness and enforced nakedness!
Julia had been kept naked now for months.
And would continue to be kept naked.
Contentedly, sipping the glass of fresh orange juice, Melissa contemplated the day ahead...
Maria and Heidi had been under sedation for forty eight hours now. And undergoing Healing Treatment. They would be fully recovered by now. Not a mark to be seen on them, despite the severe thrashing each had received. It was time to renew their training. It would be interesting to see if they were just a little more obedient. Not quite so reluctant.
Still, one couldn’t expect miracles at this stage.
There was no hurry, however, because it seemed that Quentin was in no hurry to enjoy the fruits of her efforts. Indeed, so easy-going about the whole set-up was he that he had given full permission for them to be given to Hans or Cassim. Those two, you might say, were to be sexual guinea pigs. Lucky them! Already they had felt young lips and tongues at work. However unwillingly. Things would soon be taken a stage further.
Beside Melissa, Quentin stirred lazily, then opened his eyes.
“Good morning, my love,” said Melissa, patting his balding head.
“Morning, my pretty,” he replied with a yawn.
He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Then he spotted Julia kneeling in the corner and a grin broke over his rather craggy features. He recalled with pleasurable amusement how, the previous night, Melissa had been rather too tired for his attentions, so he had fucked Julia instead. Fucked her while she was kneeling on the floor as she was at that moment. Except that her thighs were wide, of course. It had been a most satisfying poke. Brief but stimulating. Julia sure knew how to use that arse of hers. She’d had plenty of practice, of course!
Despite those nocturnal exertions, Quentin realised he had a hard on. Well, he thought, there’s life in the old dog yet! Those pills of Madame Vesta’s were marvellous. Often it seemed he could well have been in his twenties or thirties rather than his fifties. Well, if he wanted, he could fuck Julia again. Or, naturally, he could have Melissa. It might be polite... tactful, indeed... to give her the option.
“Sleep well?” enquired Quentin.
“Beautifully, thanks. And you?”
“Mmmm... yes... I was pretty tired.”
“I’m not surprised, I heard you enjoying your fuck in the dark.”
“Oh, that didn’t tire me. Just getting some dirty water off my chest. No, I spent too long at the tables. Must have been two before I got in.”
“Did you win?”
“Not a lot.” Quentin chortled. “I see Julia lost again.”
“Yes... that girl’s a born loser, I’m afraid!” Melissa smiled at Quentin. She was feeling faintly randy. Would Quentin have recovered adequately? If not, she could always make use of Julia. Still, she felt more like having a piece of cock. At that, Melissa thought suddenly of Hans and Cassim. There were a couple of hunky young brutes for you! Very well hung. Soon she would have a little fun there. She turned to Quentin and planted a kiss on his forehead.
“Fancy anything?” she asked.
Quentin fondled the lovely bare breasts available to him. “Mmmm... you... ” he murmured.
“Good... I fancy you, too.”
“Like to come on top of me?” That was one of Quentin’s favourite ways of enjoying Melissa. It always had been.
“Sure. But I’ve got an idea. Let’s have Julia warm us up a little first. I’m not quite ready.”
“Fine... ”
Another snap of Melissa’s fingers. “Slave... over here!”
Back came the swinging, bouncing breasts. Melissa pushed down the bedclothes, pulled up her thighs and parted them. There was no need to give Julia any further orders. In moments she was on the bed and down between Melissa’s parted thighs. Almost feverishly her lips and tongue went to work.
Melissa turned to Quentin and smiled. Then, glancing down, she saw his tumescence.
“You don’t seem to need any warming up,” she said.
“No... all the same, a little bit of sucking won’t come amiss.”
“I suppose not... ” Melissa stretched up her arms and clasped the bedhead, her features happily relaxed. She was by no means a lesbian, yet she enjoyed Julia’s attentions. As much as anything because of the humiliation they imposed on Julia - who was also not a lesbian. It was something which had been forced on both of them when they had been on the ‘Paradise’.
Melissa closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations of Julia’s darting tongue.
“That’s it, slave... now suck my clit’“ she sighed.
The lips did at they were told. Melissa sighed again. Her thighs fell even wider apart. Oh that ‘Paradise’... what a set-up it was! How lovely to know that Rosalie was on board the vessel at that very moment! Oh God... that gipsy-bitch... how she deserved to suffer! Once she had been one of Quentin’s servants, in charge of Melissa. Now it was her turn to know unrelieved agony of mind and body. Perhaps, thought Melissa, at that very moment she was feeling Miss Judith’s tawse across her bottom. Maybe she was sweating and straining on the treadmill. Perhaps one of the giant blacks was fucking her brutally. Rosalie wouldn’t enjoy that at all, being a true lesbian. Melissa sighed again, feeling the lustful joy mounting within. How good it was to know that it was she who had consigned Rosalie to the ‘Paradise’... and that she could keep her there as long as she wished.
“A-Ahhhhhh... ” she sighed, haunches jerking, “eat it, slave... eat it, then... ”
Julia did just that and Melissa came to shuddering orgasm. For a few moments, she lay there breasts heaving.
“Now go and suck your Master,” she ordered.
The mouth departed. The mouth took in Quentin’s thickly-rounded prick. Quentin was certainly not long but he had good girth. Melissa found him surprisingly satisfying.
Suck... suck... suck... suck... suck... suck...
Julia was as zealous with Quentin as she had been with Melissa.
That was how a slave had to be. Quentin half turned and began to fondle Melissa’s breasts again.
“Do you know, I really fancy you this morning... ”
“Good... I’m glad... and you’re going to have me. When this thing has got you ready for my pussy.”
“Mmm... yes... yes... I want it... ” Quentin was looking at Julia’s naked bottom, reflected in the wall mirror. The lust within him was mounting ever faster. Soon, he though, it will be young Maria... or Heidi... doing this. When they had been trained. Oh lovely... lovely! Oh how young they were!
Suddenly, he realised that Melissa had yanked up Julia’s head by her hair.
“Don’t be greedy, slave,” she said.
He heard Julia panting. It had only been just in time.
“Sorry darling... I was getting carried away.”
“It’s mine... and I want it.”
“You can have it... ” Quentin kicked Julia off the side of the bed. “Kneel, slave,” he ordered. “You can watch.”
Julia knelt erect, placing her hands on top of her head. Quentin looked into her despairing eyes as Melissa mounted him. Oh what a revenge he had had upon this woman! A hundred-fold revenge. More! He felt the hot succulence of Melissa as he slid up into her.
Delicious! Oh quite delicious!
Those haunches began to undulate up and down...
Superb!
What a woman this was! His. Just as Julia was. But in a quite different way. As he wife, she had freedom to accept of reject him. Julia had no such freedom. If she was told to proffer her sex she had to do so without delay or demure.
Melissa was different.
She gave herself voluntarily.
Quentin placed his hands lightly on the smoothness of the rising and falling buttocks. What a bottom! His... all his!
“Lovely... oh so lovely... ” he said thickly.
“You feel good, husband,” said Melissa. “You’ve got a beautifully solid prick. Mmm... yes... yes... ” The undulating haunches began to move up and down a little faster. Quentin smiled into Julia’s watching eyes. Rejection, he reflected, could often be as enjoyable as possession.
What wouldn’t have Julia given to be able to change places with Melissa!
“Oh... hhaaah... darling... I can’t hold out... m-much longer... hhaaahh.”
“I... hhaaah... don’t mind... ” The haunches began to move even faster. “I... I’m going to c-come... too... soon... hhhhaaahhhh... soon... ”
“Yes... ahhhhh... yes... come then... because... I... hhhhaaaaahhhhh... I’m coming... yes... yes... hhhhaaahhhh... nooo... oowwwww!”
Quentin groaned and gasped as he jetted... hearing Melissa whimpering as she jerked and squirmed in the fierceness of her own orgasm.
It was good... oh so very good...
Both of them were breathing heavily as Melissa slumped down upon Quentin. “Lovely,” she sighed.
“Mmmm... yes,” said Quentin, patting the soft-warm bottom which, in former days, he had so often made squirm for very different reasons. Never again though. Those days were over. Melissa was his wife. In many ways, the perfect wife. Quentin opened his eyes... to find himself looking straight into the eyes of Julia who, of course, still knelt erect by the bedside. Those eyes were blank; the features set. It was a mask which hid a turmoil of emotions, he knew. A mask contrived and perfected out of long experience of slavery.
Quentin grinned faintly. He felt very, very contented. On the other hand, what man wouldn’t, he reflected... with a wife like Melissa and a slave-girl like Julia! He continued to pat and caress the beautiful bottom atop of him.
“Any plans for today?” he asked after a while.
“Training resumes,” replied Melissa.
“Uh-ha... ”
“What about you?”
“I shall go sailing, I think.”
“It’s alright for some,” said Melissa.
“Oh you poor hard-working girl,” said Quentin mockingly. He knew very well that his wife was going to enjoy herself no end.
“Yes... it’s tough,” sighed Melissa. Then her voice changed. “Go and run my bath, slave,” she snapped.
Julia was on her feet in an instant. “Yes, Mistress... at once, Mistress.”
Quentin turned his head to watch the weal-striped bottom joggling delightfully as Julia hurried from the bedroom. “It must be nice to have a personal slave,” he remarked dreamily. “I have to run my own baths... set my own clothes out... ”
Melissa snorted. “Why don’t you get yourself one then?” she asked. “I’m sure Madame Vesta would oblige.”
“I might do that,” he replied. A little plan had been forming in his mind for some time. But it did not involve Madame Vesta. Quentin was working on the details. Working carefully. There wasn’t going to be any slip up... and, at that stage, he wasn’t even going to tell Melissa. He felt his wife ease herself up off him and then slip from the bed. Quentin closed his eyes. He felt a little lazy. Two good fucks within eight hours made a man of his age a little tired. There was no reason why he shouldn’t drop off to sleep again for a while. Just as he was doing so he was re-awakened by the sound of Melissa’s voice raised in anger... followed by a series of whacking sounds. Gasps, too. Doubtless Julia getting a strap or the sole of a slipper across her tender backside.
Very probably, the bath-water was not exactly to her Mistress’s liking.
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