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The Master-bedroom at Cragness presented a peaceful picture. Melissa and Quentin lay naked on the four-polster. They were asleep... an excess of brandy having finally overcome them. A senseless Julia had been removed and was under Treatment. It would be several days before she was fully fit to resume her duties. Havers, who had been summoned to take the weal-scarred girl away, had seemed slightly puzzled. He could not understand why Melissa was sitting at a dressing table, wearing a negligee and combing her hair. He was about to query Quentin, but then thought better of it. He’s really done for Julia this time, he thought. Havers had never seen the effects of a rhino-whip on a woman’s body before. He almost felt sorry for Julia!
After about an hour, Melissa awoke. How wonderful it was to do so... and not have that instant, hideous realisation of a slave existence! She was free! FREE! The memory of whipping Julia was still hot upon her. She felt no regrets; had no conscience about it. Julia would have been delighted to do the same to her... so she had deserved all she got. Moreover, Melissa was now fully convinced that Quentin had meant everything he had said. And that he would certainly marry her. Otherwise he would certainly never have allowed her to administer such a flogging. It had confirmed her position of Mistress of the House! Melissa turned to look at Quentin. He certainly could not be said to be attractive. On the other hand, now that she did not have to submit to him, Melissa found a certain brute a****lism about him which had some appeal.
I must have developed a liking for that sort of appeal, she reflected. At one time, she had been quite fastidious, wanting her men young, slim and handsome. The variety of ravishments she had had to endure had somehow roused a basic a****lism in her too. Now I rather liked being fucked crudely, she thought... and was a little surprised by the realisation. She even thought about Ahmed and Jason and decided that, now she was free, she wouldn’t mind having them on occasions! She slid down the bed and carefully took Quentin’s flaccid penis in her hand. Then she bent over and put it in her mouth, beginning to suck it gently. I’ll give him a treat to wake up to, she thought, with an inner smile. She heard Quentin grunt. Then he gave a sudden snort. A shudder ran through him. He’s dreaming, said Melissa to herself, and wondered what about. She felt the organ beginning to swell and thicken in her mouth. A series of shudders... a jerk... a moan... Quentin was coming to the surface... Melissa went on sucking steadily.
“W-What... what’s... going... on?” Quentin was suddenly awake. Melissa felt his hand touch her head.
“Ohh... that’s very nice...” he murmured drowsily. He came quickly to full erection as Melissa continued her ministrations. “Oh lovely... lovely... mmmm... lovely...” Melissa continued to suck for about a minute or more. How marvellous to know that she was doing this voluntarily! That she could stop whenever she liked! Do whatever she liked! Melissa stopped. Then she moved and straddled Quentin, facing him, looking into a face which was heavy with both sleep and lust. She guided the root to herself and lowered her haunches. Quentin sighed contentedly.
“Nice?” asked Melissa.
“Superb,” replied Quentin.
“Good... because your wife-to-be has a few requests to make.”
“What... now?”
“Right now. What better time, than when I’m pleasing you so much! How could you refuse me?” Quentin grinned.
“Clever girl,” he said. Melissa was undulating very slowly but very sexily up and down. “It’s about Rosalie... and Havers...”
“Ah yes... I thought we’d come to that. What do you want done, my dear Melissa?” Up and down... up and down... so sinuously... so seductively...
“I want Rosalie sent to the ‘Paradise’.”
“Fair enough. That’s easy to arrange.”
“Good. And I shall have some rather special instructions for Miss Judith.”
“I’m not surprised,” said Quentin with a smile. Melissa had begun to move her haunches a little faster. He was beginning to wonder how long he could hold out.
“As for Havers,” said Melissa. “I intend to castrate him!”
“What!” Quentin half sat up, looking momentarily startled. Melissa checked the movement of her hips and then sank down.
“You look surprised,” said Melissa. Quentin was silent for some time.
“I’m startled,” he said. “I didn’t realise you were such a tough cookie, my dear.”
“You... and others... made me tough,” responded Melissa. Quentin nodded. Then he smiled faintly. “It’s about time that greasy crook had his come-uppance...”
“So you agree?” Melissa began to raise and lower her haunches again.
“Oh yes...” Melissa began to move faster. And faster. Quentin began to gasp and grunt.
“I... ahh... I... shall do it... hhhaaahhh... slowly,” panted Melissa. “So slowly!” Her eyes were bright. She was obviously thinking about having Havers at her mercy. Hearing him beg. Hearing him scream.
“Th-Three... days... yes... hhhaaahhh... hhhaaahhh... yes, three days... one... ahhh... one ball the first d-day... aaaahh... hhaaa... one... on the second day... and... the rest... the next day...”
Despite the exquisiteness of the pleasure he was receiving, Quentin felt a little shiver run up his spine. Poor Havers! Poor devil! Above the swinging breasts, he saw Melissa’s teeth bare in a cruel smile. It was almost a grimace.
“No... no... anaesthetic, of course!” she said. Then her haunches went into a jerking frenzy as she brought both herself and Quentin to a prolonged mutual climax.
Melissa sat at the escritoire. It was an hour later and she was now fully clothed. She had on a chic, but simple dress of emerald green, with shoes to match. Her hair was up and she wore diamond-cluster earrings. Three or four gold bangles tinkled on her wrist. And a large diamond flashed on the third finger of her left hand. Her engagement ring! She ended the mail she was writing, then she read it through...
Dear Miss Judith, I expect you will have heard by now that I am to become Mrs Quentin Osman. Naturally, I am pleased at this change in my fortunes... and it makes it easier for me to state that I harbour no grudge against you or your colleagues on the ‘Paradise’. It was simply a matter of Fate being cruel to me for a while. But that is all over now. I am consigning to you a certain ‘Rosalie’ who, until recently, has been the bane of my life. It is my wish that you keep a close eye on her. And I want the disciplines and corrections applied to her to be of the strictest and severest. Even by the standards of the ‘Paradise’! Whenever this Rosalie receives an ‘official’ punishment, no matter what number of strokes are decreed, I always want an additional ten strokes administered on my behalf. She is to be informed of this before each punishment. The strokes from me will be the last ten. Those that hurt most! Also, you should know that Rosalie is a thorough-going lesbian. Accordingly, she will have ‘gold’ status which will make her available to all male overseers and guests. Please give her frequently to Ahmed and Jason. Not only does she not like men, I believe she has an abhorrence for negroes. I like very much the idea of her servicing them both simultaneously. One at one end, the other at the other! The rest I am sure I can safely leave to you, my dear Miss Judith. You have my complete confidence. I should like the occasional ‘progress report’ and, if possible, a few videos. Yours sincerely Melissa Villiers.
With a little smile of satisfaction, Melissa folded the letter, put it in an envelope and sealed it. How strange it was that such a simple act could bring such Hell on earth for any human being! There was a knock on the door.
“Come in...” It was Quentin, now wearing black trousers, a soft-collared evening shirt and a scarlet smoking jacket.
“Hallo, my dear...”
“Polite of you to knock. I’m not exactly used to it!”
“I thought we might go out to dinner. Have a little celebration.”
“Good Lord... of course... yes... go out to dinner! It would never have occurred to me. I really am not used to this sort of thing.” Quentin smiled understandingly.
“You agree then?”
“Oh yes... I’d like that...”
“There’s a place about twenty miles off. Not at all bad. Caters for the grouse-shooters and salmon-fishers.”
“Sounds nice. By the way, what’s happening about Rosalie and Havers?” Quentin smiled again.
“I’ve just put them out cold,” he said. “Gave them some knockout drops in their evening Scotch. They’re both in your old quarters.” Melissa grinned impishly.
“How Heavenly,” she said. “I hope I’m there when they wake up. Are they secured in any way?”
“Just handcuffed.” Melissa pondered for a few moments.
“I think I’d like them both stripped naked,” she said. “And put into heavy fetters and chains.”
“Whatever you say, my dear,” nodded Quentin.
“I’ll go and see to it now.”
“While I get changed into something more suitable...”
“You look quite delightful as it is.”
“Thanks, Quentin... but please understand, I like changing clothes. In fact, it’s heaven having any clothes at all!”
“Quite... quite,” said Quentin. “I’d rather overlooked that.”
With an affable wave, he left the room to go and deal with Rosalie and Havers in this fashion that his enchanting fiancee had decreed!
The hotel restaurant was old-fashioned but luxurious. The food and wine were excellent. Melissa ate and drank almost voraciously, careless of her figure. It was such a change from the plain diet of cold water which she had been accustomed to. Quentin watched her affectionately. Almost like an uncle taking out his schoolgirl niece to dinner. What an age it seemed already since Melissa had had to play the role of schoolgirl for him!
This was another world... and a quite different woman. “There’s something I haven’t’ told you yet, Melissa,” said Quentin, when coffee and liqueurs had been brought to them. Melissa looked up apprehensively. For a moment, there was a f lash of fear in her lovely eyes.
“Oh... what’s that?” she asked cautiously.
“Don’t look so worried, my dear,” said Quentin. “It’s good news. ”
“I’m glad to hear that,” replied Melissa with relief.
“You remember when Madame Vesta came to Cragness?”
“Yes... indeed I do.” Melissa shivered. “Even now that woman gives me goose-pimples,” she said.
“Understandably,” smiled Quentin. “Anyway the point is, she told me she was going to send me two youngsters.”
“Really?” Melissa looked suddenly excited.
“Yes... originally they were intended for the ‘Paradise’. But when Madame Vesta saw my set-up, it gave her the confidence to send them to me. For training, you understand?”
“I do indeed. How thrilling!”
“Yes... they’ll both be starting absolutely from scratch. It should be the greatest fun. Can you imagine?”
“I can indeed,” said Melissa. “Oh those first canings...”
“You know all about that!”
“You’re not k**ding! How old are they?”
“Only sixteen and s*******n.”
“That’s terrific!”
“And they’re sisters...”
“Oh I like it... I like it!” Quentin took two photographs out of his pocket. “Here they are,” he said.
Melissa studied the photographs carefully. Both girls were shown in swim-suits. They looked a little similar but one was blonde, the other a brunette.
“Both well developed for their ages,” said melissa.
“Yes... aren’t they? I particularly like the look of the arse on the blonde. That’s Heidi... the younger one.”
“Made for the rod, isn’t it?” Quentin was faintly surprised how readily Melissa was slipping into the role of dominatrix. But he was very pleased, too. “The brunette’s name is Maria. Lovely high, firm tits, eh?”
“She should have, at her age.”
“Yes, I suppose so.” Quentin collected the photographs and put them back in his pocket. “Well, that’s what’s in store for us. In about a month’s time.”
“Great!”
“After we’ve taken a holiday.”
“Oh... where are we going?”
“My place in the South of France. Near Cannes.”
“Sounds wonderful.”
“You can do with a holiday, I’m sure. Get you fit and refreshed for your new duties.”
“Of overseer and trainer?”
“That’s right. Think you’ll make out OK?”
“With my experience... could I fail?”
“I guess not, my dear Melissa.”
Melissa was happily drowsy in the car. She was thinking about what she was going to do on the morrow. The prospects could not have been more pleasing to her! I think I’ll birch Rosalie, she said to herself. Yes... that would do nicely. I’ll birch that plump backside till it’s as red and raw as rump steak! And as for Havers. Yes... Havers. I’ll use that rhino-whip on him, she decided. She’d flog him into a whimpering, grovelling jelly. A babbling hulk of flabby white flesh. And, of course, she must remind Quentin to buy her a scalpel. Soon! Melissa opened her eyes. In the bright moonlight, the gaunt outlines of Cragness could be seen a few miles ahead. What secrets it held! What terrors and torments! But what delights, too!
“What’s going to happen to Julia while we’re on holiday?” asked Melissa suddenly. “I’m sending her back to the ‘Paradise’,” replied Quentin.“ With Rosalie for company. She’ll stay there for a month. On a kind of ‘refresher course’.”
“What a marvellous idea!”
“Yes, it is rather. I’m sure Miss Judith will be most pleased to see her again.”
“Not to mention Ahmed and Jason!”
“No... not to mention those two black charmers.” Melissa suddenly clasped her hands to her breasts.
“And to think it might have been me!” she said in a halftrembling voice.
“But it isn’t...”
“No! It isn’t! It isn’t!” Into the headlights came the iron gates of Cragness. Quentin operated the combination which set an invisible beam in motion. The gates swung silently open. Then clanged heavily behind them after the car had swept through.
Envoi Melissa wriggled her toes in the warm sand. Wearing a clinging, one-piece white bathing suit, she was lying under a beach umbrella gazing out at a sea so smoothly blue it could only be the Mediterranean. It was mid-morning and the sun was just pleasantly warm. There was a glass of iced Pernod on a small table by Melissa’s side. Far out to sea, there was a wake of white foam. That was Quentin - her husband Quentin - on water-skies. That was all part of his plan for slimming down. Melissa was aware that she was frequently the focus of numerous male eyes which passed. Deliberately she would pose herself provocatively from time to time. Sometimes lying on her back with thighs parted. At others on her tummy, her bottom curvaceously displayed. Though a majority of the women on the beach were topless, that was not for Melissa. I’ve had enough of that, she reflected! How extra-ordinary, she thought, not so long ago, if any one of those passing men had so much as snapped his fingers, I would have had to go crawling to him... giving myself... doing whatever he demanded! Yet, already it was beginning to seem impossible that she had had to do such things. That she could have done them. The powers of recovery of the human body and spirit are truly remarkable! Melissa stretched luxuriously and let her mind drift... She thought of Havers. And his hours of screaming torment. Few men could have more richly deserved what he had got, she thought. Now Havers would spend what remained of his days in some Middle East male brothel being buggered by Arabs. A halfdemented, gibbering eunuch, he had been d**gged, crated and despatched to just such a place before she and Quentin had left Scotland. She thought about Rosalie. Perhaps, at that very moment, she was scrubbing the decks of the ‘Paradise’. Feeling Miss Judith’s tawse blazing across her bare buttocks. Or perhaps she was on the treadmill, sweating and straining in agony. Perhaps... perhaps... Oh there were so many perhaps! All of them delightful! She thought about Julia. Dear Julia! Poor Julia! Unlucky Julia! What were they doing to her at that moment, she wondered? What were they making her do? Maybe either Ahmed or Jason was enjoying her. Maybe both of them were. Simultaneously. A ‘refresher course’ would do Julia no harm at all, reflected Melissa sipping her Pernod. Her mouth twisted in a little smile. Well... perhaps she hadn’t put that very well! For, doubtless, Julia was getting her backside tanned pretty frequently, however submissive and obedient, she might be! She will, thought Melissa, be a most excellent example for young Heidi and Maria to model themselves on! The white wake of foam was approaching a small wooden pier jutting into the sea. It was Quentin returning. Melissa snapped her fingers as a sign that she required another Pernod. The ‘beach boy’... an athletically handsome young man in brief trunks, superbly sun-tanned... came running. His eyes were filled with admiration for the lovely women whom he was delighted to serve...
After about an hour, Melissa awoke. How wonderful it was to do so... and not have that instant, hideous realisation of a slave existence! She was free! FREE! The memory of whipping Julia was still hot upon her. She felt no regrets; had no conscience about it. Julia would have been delighted to do the same to her... so she had deserved all she got. Moreover, Melissa was now fully convinced that Quentin had meant everything he had said. And that he would certainly marry her. Otherwise he would certainly never have allowed her to administer such a flogging. It had confirmed her position of Mistress of the House! Melissa turned to look at Quentin. He certainly could not be said to be attractive. On the other hand, now that she did not have to submit to him, Melissa found a certain brute a****lism about him which had some appeal.
I must have developed a liking for that sort of appeal, she reflected. At one time, she had been quite fastidious, wanting her men young, slim and handsome. The variety of ravishments she had had to endure had somehow roused a basic a****lism in her too. Now I rather liked being fucked crudely, she thought... and was a little surprised by the realisation. She even thought about Ahmed and Jason and decided that, now she was free, she wouldn’t mind having them on occasions! She slid down the bed and carefully took Quentin’s flaccid penis in her hand. Then she bent over and put it in her mouth, beginning to suck it gently. I’ll give him a treat to wake up to, she thought, with an inner smile. She heard Quentin grunt. Then he gave a sudden snort. A shudder ran through him. He’s dreaming, said Melissa to herself, and wondered what about. She felt the organ beginning to swell and thicken in her mouth. A series of shudders... a jerk... a moan... Quentin was coming to the surface... Melissa went on sucking steadily.
“W-What... what’s... going... on?” Quentin was suddenly awake. Melissa felt his hand touch her head.
“Ohh... that’s very nice...” he murmured drowsily. He came quickly to full erection as Melissa continued her ministrations. “Oh lovely... lovely... mmmm... lovely...” Melissa continued to suck for about a minute or more. How marvellous to know that she was doing this voluntarily! That she could stop whenever she liked! Do whatever she liked! Melissa stopped. Then she moved and straddled Quentin, facing him, looking into a face which was heavy with both sleep and lust. She guided the root to herself and lowered her haunches. Quentin sighed contentedly.
“Nice?” asked Melissa.
“Superb,” replied Quentin.
“Good... because your wife-to-be has a few requests to make.”
“What... now?”
“Right now. What better time, than when I’m pleasing you so much! How could you refuse me?” Quentin grinned.
“Clever girl,” he said. Melissa was undulating very slowly but very sexily up and down. “It’s about Rosalie... and Havers...”
“Ah yes... I thought we’d come to that. What do you want done, my dear Melissa?” Up and down... up and down... so sinuously... so seductively...
“I want Rosalie sent to the ‘Paradise’.”
“Fair enough. That’s easy to arrange.”
“Good. And I shall have some rather special instructions for Miss Judith.”
“I’m not surprised,” said Quentin with a smile. Melissa had begun to move her haunches a little faster. He was beginning to wonder how long he could hold out.
“As for Havers,” said Melissa. “I intend to castrate him!”
“What!” Quentin half sat up, looking momentarily startled. Melissa checked the movement of her hips and then sank down.
“You look surprised,” said Melissa. Quentin was silent for some time.
“I’m startled,” he said. “I didn’t realise you were such a tough cookie, my dear.”
“You... and others... made me tough,” responded Melissa. Quentin nodded. Then he smiled faintly. “It’s about time that greasy crook had his come-uppance...”
“So you agree?” Melissa began to raise and lower her haunches again.
“Oh yes...” Melissa began to move faster. And faster. Quentin began to gasp and grunt.
“I... ahh... I... shall do it... hhhaaahhh... slowly,” panted Melissa. “So slowly!” Her eyes were bright. She was obviously thinking about having Havers at her mercy. Hearing him beg. Hearing him scream.
“Th-Three... days... yes... hhhaaahhh... hhhaaahhh... yes, three days... one... ahhh... one ball the first d-day... aaaahh... hhaaa... one... on the second day... and... the rest... the next day...”
Despite the exquisiteness of the pleasure he was receiving, Quentin felt a little shiver run up his spine. Poor Havers! Poor devil! Above the swinging breasts, he saw Melissa’s teeth bare in a cruel smile. It was almost a grimace.
“No... no... anaesthetic, of course!” she said. Then her haunches went into a jerking frenzy as she brought both herself and Quentin to a prolonged mutual climax.
Melissa sat at the escritoire. It was an hour later and she was now fully clothed. She had on a chic, but simple dress of emerald green, with shoes to match. Her hair was up and she wore diamond-cluster earrings. Three or four gold bangles tinkled on her wrist. And a large diamond flashed on the third finger of her left hand. Her engagement ring! She ended the mail she was writing, then she read it through...
Dear Miss Judith, I expect you will have heard by now that I am to become Mrs Quentin Osman. Naturally, I am pleased at this change in my fortunes... and it makes it easier for me to state that I harbour no grudge against you or your colleagues on the ‘Paradise’. It was simply a matter of Fate being cruel to me for a while. But that is all over now. I am consigning to you a certain ‘Rosalie’ who, until recently, has been the bane of my life. It is my wish that you keep a close eye on her. And I want the disciplines and corrections applied to her to be of the strictest and severest. Even by the standards of the ‘Paradise’! Whenever this Rosalie receives an ‘official’ punishment, no matter what number of strokes are decreed, I always want an additional ten strokes administered on my behalf. She is to be informed of this before each punishment. The strokes from me will be the last ten. Those that hurt most! Also, you should know that Rosalie is a thorough-going lesbian. Accordingly, she will have ‘gold’ status which will make her available to all male overseers and guests. Please give her frequently to Ahmed and Jason. Not only does she not like men, I believe she has an abhorrence for negroes. I like very much the idea of her servicing them both simultaneously. One at one end, the other at the other! The rest I am sure I can safely leave to you, my dear Miss Judith. You have my complete confidence. I should like the occasional ‘progress report’ and, if possible, a few videos. Yours sincerely Melissa Villiers.
With a little smile of satisfaction, Melissa folded the letter, put it in an envelope and sealed it. How strange it was that such a simple act could bring such Hell on earth for any human being! There was a knock on the door.
“Come in...” It was Quentin, now wearing black trousers, a soft-collared evening shirt and a scarlet smoking jacket.
“Hallo, my dear...”
“Polite of you to knock. I’m not exactly used to it!”
“I thought we might go out to dinner. Have a little celebration.”
“Good Lord... of course... yes... go out to dinner! It would never have occurred to me. I really am not used to this sort of thing.” Quentin smiled understandingly.
“You agree then?”
“Oh yes... I’d like that...”
“There’s a place about twenty miles off. Not at all bad. Caters for the grouse-shooters and salmon-fishers.”
“Sounds nice. By the way, what’s happening about Rosalie and Havers?” Quentin smiled again.
“I’ve just put them out cold,” he said. “Gave them some knockout drops in their evening Scotch. They’re both in your old quarters.” Melissa grinned impishly.
“How Heavenly,” she said. “I hope I’m there when they wake up. Are they secured in any way?”
“Just handcuffed.” Melissa pondered for a few moments.
“I think I’d like them both stripped naked,” she said. “And put into heavy fetters and chains.”
“Whatever you say, my dear,” nodded Quentin.
“I’ll go and see to it now.”
“While I get changed into something more suitable...”
“You look quite delightful as it is.”
“Thanks, Quentin... but please understand, I like changing clothes. In fact, it’s heaven having any clothes at all!”
“Quite... quite,” said Quentin. “I’d rather overlooked that.”
With an affable wave, he left the room to go and deal with Rosalie and Havers in this fashion that his enchanting fiancee had decreed!
The hotel restaurant was old-fashioned but luxurious. The food and wine were excellent. Melissa ate and drank almost voraciously, careless of her figure. It was such a change from the plain diet of cold water which she had been accustomed to. Quentin watched her affectionately. Almost like an uncle taking out his schoolgirl niece to dinner. What an age it seemed already since Melissa had had to play the role of schoolgirl for him!
This was another world... and a quite different woman. “There’s something I haven’t’ told you yet, Melissa,” said Quentin, when coffee and liqueurs had been brought to them. Melissa looked up apprehensively. For a moment, there was a f lash of fear in her lovely eyes.
“Oh... what’s that?” she asked cautiously.
“Don’t look so worried, my dear,” said Quentin. “It’s good news. ”
“I’m glad to hear that,” replied Melissa with relief.
“You remember when Madame Vesta came to Cragness?”
“Yes... indeed I do.” Melissa shivered. “Even now that woman gives me goose-pimples,” she said.
“Understandably,” smiled Quentin. “Anyway the point is, she told me she was going to send me two youngsters.”
“Really?” Melissa looked suddenly excited.
“Yes... originally they were intended for the ‘Paradise’. But when Madame Vesta saw my set-up, it gave her the confidence to send them to me. For training, you understand?”
“I do indeed. How thrilling!”
“Yes... they’ll both be starting absolutely from scratch. It should be the greatest fun. Can you imagine?”
“I can indeed,” said Melissa. “Oh those first canings...”
“You know all about that!”
“You’re not k**ding! How old are they?”
“Only sixteen and s*******n.”
“That’s terrific!”
“And they’re sisters...”
“Oh I like it... I like it!” Quentin took two photographs out of his pocket. “Here they are,” he said.
Melissa studied the photographs carefully. Both girls were shown in swim-suits. They looked a little similar but one was blonde, the other a brunette.
“Both well developed for their ages,” said melissa.
“Yes... aren’t they? I particularly like the look of the arse on the blonde. That’s Heidi... the younger one.”
“Made for the rod, isn’t it?” Quentin was faintly surprised how readily Melissa was slipping into the role of dominatrix. But he was very pleased, too. “The brunette’s name is Maria. Lovely high, firm tits, eh?”
“She should have, at her age.”
“Yes, I suppose so.” Quentin collected the photographs and put them back in his pocket. “Well, that’s what’s in store for us. In about a month’s time.”
“Great!”
“After we’ve taken a holiday.”
“Oh... where are we going?”
“My place in the South of France. Near Cannes.”
“Sounds wonderful.”
“You can do with a holiday, I’m sure. Get you fit and refreshed for your new duties.”
“Of overseer and trainer?”
“That’s right. Think you’ll make out OK?”
“With my experience... could I fail?”
“I guess not, my dear Melissa.”
Melissa was happily drowsy in the car. She was thinking about what she was going to do on the morrow. The prospects could not have been more pleasing to her! I think I’ll birch Rosalie, she said to herself. Yes... that would do nicely. I’ll birch that plump backside till it’s as red and raw as rump steak! And as for Havers. Yes... Havers. I’ll use that rhino-whip on him, she decided. She’d flog him into a whimpering, grovelling jelly. A babbling hulk of flabby white flesh. And, of course, she must remind Quentin to buy her a scalpel. Soon! Melissa opened her eyes. In the bright moonlight, the gaunt outlines of Cragness could be seen a few miles ahead. What secrets it held! What terrors and torments! But what delights, too!
“What’s going to happen to Julia while we’re on holiday?” asked Melissa suddenly. “I’m sending her back to the ‘Paradise’,” replied Quentin.“ With Rosalie for company. She’ll stay there for a month. On a kind of ‘refresher course’.”
“What a marvellous idea!”
“Yes, it is rather. I’m sure Miss Judith will be most pleased to see her again.”
“Not to mention Ahmed and Jason!”
“No... not to mention those two black charmers.” Melissa suddenly clasped her hands to her breasts.
“And to think it might have been me!” she said in a halftrembling voice.
“But it isn’t...”
“No! It isn’t! It isn’t!” Into the headlights came the iron gates of Cragness. Quentin operated the combination which set an invisible beam in motion. The gates swung silently open. Then clanged heavily behind them after the car had swept through.
Envoi Melissa wriggled her toes in the warm sand. Wearing a clinging, one-piece white bathing suit, she was lying under a beach umbrella gazing out at a sea so smoothly blue it could only be the Mediterranean. It was mid-morning and the sun was just pleasantly warm. There was a glass of iced Pernod on a small table by Melissa’s side. Far out to sea, there was a wake of white foam. That was Quentin - her husband Quentin - on water-skies. That was all part of his plan for slimming down. Melissa was aware that she was frequently the focus of numerous male eyes which passed. Deliberately she would pose herself provocatively from time to time. Sometimes lying on her back with thighs parted. At others on her tummy, her bottom curvaceously displayed. Though a majority of the women on the beach were topless, that was not for Melissa. I’ve had enough of that, she reflected! How extra-ordinary, she thought, not so long ago, if any one of those passing men had so much as snapped his fingers, I would have had to go crawling to him... giving myself... doing whatever he demanded! Yet, already it was beginning to seem impossible that she had had to do such things. That she could have done them. The powers of recovery of the human body and spirit are truly remarkable! Melissa stretched luxuriously and let her mind drift... She thought of Havers. And his hours of screaming torment. Few men could have more richly deserved what he had got, she thought. Now Havers would spend what remained of his days in some Middle East male brothel being buggered by Arabs. A halfdemented, gibbering eunuch, he had been d**gged, crated and despatched to just such a place before she and Quentin had left Scotland. She thought about Rosalie. Perhaps, at that very moment, she was scrubbing the decks of the ‘Paradise’. Feeling Miss Judith’s tawse blazing across her bare buttocks. Or perhaps she was on the treadmill, sweating and straining in agony. Perhaps... perhaps... Oh there were so many perhaps! All of them delightful! She thought about Julia. Dear Julia! Poor Julia! Unlucky Julia! What were they doing to her at that moment, she wondered? What were they making her do? Maybe either Ahmed or Jason was enjoying her. Maybe both of them were. Simultaneously. A ‘refresher course’ would do Julia no harm at all, reflected Melissa sipping her Pernod. Her mouth twisted in a little smile. Well... perhaps she hadn’t put that very well! For, doubtless, Julia was getting her backside tanned pretty frequently, however submissive and obedient, she might be! She will, thought Melissa, be a most excellent example for young Heidi and Maria to model themselves on! The white wake of foam was approaching a small wooden pier jutting into the sea. It was Quentin returning. Melissa snapped her fingers as a sign that she required another Pernod. The ‘beach boy’... an athletically handsome young man in brief trunks, superbly sun-tanned... came running. His eyes were filled with admiration for the lovely women whom he was delighted to serve...
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