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It had been quite a few years since I had seen Regina. A lot of had come and gone during the intervening time, including both our marriages. We'd kept in touch, sporadically, often by rumor. Since we both ran in the same circles, broadly speaking, we had even run into each other a few times. I had seen her once at the Harlequin Ball in Rome, and them again coming out Club Domino in Amsterdam very late one night. She always looked good. She was never alone. Who would ever have guessed that this elegant and accomplished woman had begun her rise in life from the dim dungeons of „Das Schloss“, a comercial bondage establishment on the Reeperbahn I was managing at the time.
Regina was of a different order, even back then, from the other girls who slaved and sweated, giving and taking their share of lashes, in our little shop of pains and pleasures. Most of the others were lifers, likely to be working in some such place until their working days were done. But Regina, in addition to being the most beautiful woman on the premises, was also the most ambitious. It could see it in her penetrating blue eyes, shielded behind studious round spectacles, as she read her Stendahl between sessions while the others smoked and gossiped and worked on their nails.
Sure enough, one day she had given notice that she would be leaving soon to assume a new position, as Lady Regina Wilkes, wife of Sir Roger Wilkes, our best, not to mention richest, regular client. Sir Roger was about fifty then, Regina not quite twenty.
He had a reputation for cruel depravity well-suited to Regina's particular nature, which was as enthusiatically perverse as any I'd ever encountered. It had seemed an harmonious union until (I had heard) Sir Roger came home one day and found Regina in bed with his estate manager. This breach of class etiquette had resulted in a quick divorce, leaving Regina with a healthy settlement and a young doughter, with whom she now roamed the world, doing whatever she pleased, which was what she did best.
It was not, therefore, all that surprising to see the two of them at lunch together at Lorenzo's in Venice one golden afternoon in the last spring. It was the right place to be on an afternoon at that time of the year. Nor was it surprising to see Regina looking beautiful, blond hair spilling out from under widebrimmed hat, body regally straight and slender in a simple, rather formal white dress cut to celebrate her shape without displaying much of it. The real surprise was her doughter, dressed almost identically, in white as well. In the photograph Regina had shown me a few years back the girl, whose name was Virginia, had been a pretty, if somewhat awkward young thing, with short hair and freckles. Somewhere in between she had matured in a full-grown swan, with hair and complexion a shade lighter than her mother's, the same adriatic-blue eyes and a still-girlish figure with a few distinctly womanly curves here and there. They made quite the stunning couple, leaning together for a conspirational giggle over the passing parade of preposterously-attired tourists.
I didn't think they'd noticed me, sitting as I was in the back of the bar with my nose buried in the Herald-Tribune, until the bartender set an unordered Campari and soda at my elbow. My presence was requested at the ladies table. It was hardly the sort of request that I world be likely to turn down.
Regina greeted me with a social kiss on the cheek. Virginia's handshake was firm, her gaze direct as she looked me over. The resemblance was striking. I couldn't help thinking the old cliche about how they seemed more like sisters than mother and doughter.
Not knowing how much Virginia knew of her mother's and my past association, I started to make neutral conversation about my travels and who I'd bumped into recently. Regina brought me short.
„It's ok, John. She knows.“
I looked back and forth between them, feeling distinctly uneasy.
„It's true,“ Virginia said brightly., „mother's told me all about you, how you trained her when she was young.“
„I still am young,“ Regina corrected gently but firmly. „Virginia and I are much alike, actually. I began to see it in her when she was very young. You wouldn't believe the scene she caused, getting one of the stable boys to whip her over the hitching rail.“
„We were just playing pirates. It was all perfectly harmless,“ Virginia protested with a wide-eyed innocence that struck me as wholly artifical.
„Anyway,“ Regina continued, „knowing my own predilections so well, I felt I might as well bow to the inevitable. I've brought her up a bit in my own image, so to speak.“
I was more than a little intrigued by this notion, going so far as to wonder aloud exactly how far their similarities went. It must have been the right thing to say.
„Why don't you come over and find out for yourself. We have a place over inGiudecca for the summer. It's most interestingly furnished. I know Virginia would be pleased if you visited. Isn't that right, darling?“
„Oh yes,“ Virginia chirped, „I'd love to see if you're really as wicked as mother says.“
I ask you, how could I decline such a challenge? The very next day I took a vaporetto across the lagoon from my hotel to the adress Regina had given me. It was in the older, quieter part of town, away from the camera-clicking hoards. The house itself was a typically Venetian palazzo, with striped marble mooring posts outside the half-sunken first floor.
Regina herself welcomed me into a marble-floored foyer with stained glass windows. Today, she wore an all-concealing, floor-length black robe, buttoned at the neck, that came all the way down to what looked like some very nasty boots with truly extreme heels. She clacked up the spiraling marble staircase in them, explaining as she went. I following along.
„I've been very selective with Virginia. Left to her own devices, she'd have had her way with half the boys at school and threequarters of the girls. As it is, I've allowed her only those experiences that I felt would enhance her education.“
When we reached the top of the stairs, she turned to face me.
„That's why I asked you here. I want you to show her some of the same ruthlessness you showed me.“
„I'm very flattered.“
„You should be.“
Regina suddenly threw her arms around me and kissed me passionately, the heat of her body radiating through the thin, silky material of the robe. I kissed her back. Marveling once again at the narrowness of her waist as my arms fell around her. She only let it go on long enough to get interesting before turning to open an arched door at her back. She ushered me inside.
The chamber into which Regina led me was like something out of Sheherazade, a fantasy seraglio of huge cushions and heavy d****s. It could have been day or night, as the windows were completely covered and the only illumination came from ranks of candles arrayed around the room. And oh what those candles illuminated!
In the middle of the chamber, Virginia was tied spread-eagled between two posts, which had been festively wrapped in bright ribbons. She was completely naked but for a high, black leather collar locked onto her neck with a little silver lock, matching wrist and ankles cuffs with similar locks that held her to the post by short, gold chains, and tall-heeled black pumps with round babydoll toes. Virginia's slim body, with its small, firm, upturned breasts and flat belly, was the perfect picture of recently-ripened womanhood. Her golden tresses spilled down over her shoulders and bosom, partially hiding her flushed face. Her body was otherwise completely shaved, the better to show off her neatly symmetrical labia, and the tiny silver padlock that held them together. The hasp of the lock was pierced right through the flesh of her lower lips, forbidding entry to the pleasures therein to any but the holder of the key. Virginia's eyes rolled back and she moaned when Regina took the little lock between her fingers and gave it a slight tug.
„You see the means I've had to resort to to keep the vixen in line. Of course, knowing her, she probably just uses it as an excuse to suck more cock and take it in the ass more often, the little slut.“
With that, she gave the already-panting girl a sharp smack across the cheek with her open hand, sending Virginia's hair flying out in a great cloud as the sound of slap hung in the muffled air. Virginia shook her locks back of her face, upon which the imprint of Regina's hand was quite vivid across one cheek., and looked us straight in the eye.
„Are you going to let him fuck me?“ she asked evenly.
„Perhaps. After you've been properly whipped.“
Regina stepped back and undid her robe, leting it drop and then casually kicking it aside with the toe one of those ever-so-shy boots. Regina was otherwise bare, except for a rather severe black leather cincher around the waist and a tiny gold key on a light chain around her neck. The years had been kind to Regina. Her body, always exquisite had hardly changed in the years since I'd first seen her. Except for her breasts, which were somewhat fuller and heavier than Virginia's, their bodies were remarkably similar, smooth and perfect. For a few moments, Regina stood directly in front of Virginia, stroking and caressing the girl with the hands that, after all, knew her better than any in the world. The suction of Regina's full, sensual lips soon leased Virginia's tender, pink nipples into a blushing stiffness, while the tip of Regina's finger probed delicately above the tiny padlock insinuating itself toward Virginia's clit.
The chains rattled musically as Virginia squirmed under Regina's touch.
Ragged sighs emerged from between her pouting, parted lips. Unable to resist the impulse, I seized her face in both my hands and pressed those lips against mine. A curious little tongue slithered in between my teeth. Even the kiss felt familiar.
„Enough!,“ Regina announced abruptly, breaking of our embrace. „Pleasure must be earned. Isn't that right, Virginia?“
She gripped the young girl's chin firmly and made her look in her eyes.
„Yes, Ma'am,“ Virginia agreed hastily.
Regina turned to a low, ornate chest nearby, opened it and began laying out the contents on the Persian rug. There was a lovely riding crop in shiny, red patent leather, quite heavy with a reinforced flap. There was a cat of nine tails with flat, braiding tails and an exquisite inlaid handle. There was a razor-thin dressage with a little red cracker on the end.
„As I recall, you prefer to start with the cat,“ Regina said, offering it to me. She had been a most thoughful slave in her day, I remembered as I took it from her hand. I started to move around behind Virginia, whose eyes followed me every movement. Regina stopped me with a hand on my wrist.
„I just ask one thing,“ she said, „that you give her no less than you gave me.“
She had my word on it. Standing behind Virginia, I stroked the girl's velvety flesh with my free hand, which lingered over her small, hard rump. Her back and bottom were perfectly unmarked. She obviously hadn't been whipped in some time.
„I don't want her to become too accustomed to it, „Regina said in answer to my unasked question.
I started slowly, warming Virginia up with light strokes across the shoulders, alongside the spine, down over the upper curves of her behind, then down further so the lashes tickled her in between the thighs. The cat made a light, staccato smacking sound in time with her small gasps and squeals. Regina, meanwhile, busied herself with the front of Virginia's body, kissing and licking and stroking, working Virginia's locked-up pussy lips back and forth between her fingers. Virginia involuntarily tried to close her knees, but the chains made that quite impossible.
Her fair skin quickly turned pink, then red as the cat did its work ever more convincingly. Her moans turned to yelps as the welts began to rise, long vermillion trails etched with the weave of the braided lashes. Regina smothered Virginia's pleas with a fierce kiss on the mouth as I laid on fully, stretching out my arm, further with each slashing blow.
Satisfied with the evenness of Virginia's initial tanning in the rear, I elected to move around to the front, Regina stepped back to allow me swinging room. Virginia now looked at me with unmistakable fear, chest heaving, tears leaking from the corners of her feverish blue eyes.
„Her nipples are unusually sensitive,“ Regina offered helpfully. I slapped the cat down across the right one. Virginia fell back against the chains, letting out howl of anguish. The evenly spaced stripes across her breast looked most appealing. I gave her a matching set for the other side before moving on down over her flat little belly to her tighs. The tails of the cat brushed over the silver lock, making it dance in the candlelight. Virginia was now fully sobbing in a most fetching manner, much as Regina had when first whipped. Looking over, I could see the feral gleam in Regina's eyes as she relived her own past through the captive Virginia.
Tossing the cat aside I took up the crop, testing its weight and flexibility.
„She picked it out herself in a riding shop in London. It's her favorite.“
I held it up so Virginia could kiss the tip. She closed her eyes and puckered reverently. Tenderized as Virginia's bottom already was, even the comparatively light initial strokes of the crop produced copious new floods of tears and much shaking and rattling of chains as the sobs shook her body. With a rather bizarre sort of solicitude, Regina stepped up and put her arms around the helpless Virginia, pressing the girl's wet face against her full bosom. She stroked Virginia's hair and cooed to her while I whipped away with the crop, leaving a brilliant pattern of crimson splotches flecked with vivid purple spots. Virginia shook with each blow, but her cries were muffled by Regina's flesh.
By the time i got finished, Virginia's behind was crisscrossed with fresh, raised stripes so angry they made her jump at the lightest touch of a fingertip. I had promised no less than I gave Regina.
It was time for the crescendo that is the proper conclusion of any sound whipping. For this movement, I chose the dressage, swishing it in the air a couple of times to try it out. It hissed like a serpent. Delicate as it looked, I knew it would hurt worse than the other whips combined. Regina and I exchanged positions, her behind Virginia, holding the girl's head back by the hair so she was forced to look up and was thus unable to anticipate the pain. I took up my position in front, taking my distance to her still creamy and as yet unmarked inner thighs.
The dressage cut through the air to strike just above the knee. Virginia shriek echoed even in the thickly-curtained chamber. Her screaming had a certain, familiar melodious quality. I remembered having told Regina years before that even her scream was beautiful. The dressage struck again, higher up. I laddered the stripes up each thigh, placing them an inch or two apart.
Virginia wept and howling, twisting and writhing against the implacable chains that held her in place. I didn't stop until I'd given her a full dozen, leaving a double row of thin, nasty stripes that, I was certain, would be at least a month in fading. By th time I was done, Virginia hung limp, sobbing weakly as I released the chains and let her sink into Regina's embrace.
They held each other a moment, breast-to-breast, before Regina finally consented to the promised reward for Virginia's heroic suffering. With an hand on the shoulder, Regina pushed Virginia onto her knees in front of me, locking Virginia's wrist cuffs behind her. Virginia's kneeling, whip-striped body trembled at my feet.
„Thank him correctly,“ Regina commanded firmly. Virginia bent low to kiss my boots, small, pink tongue licking out for a taste of leather. I felt Regina's hand pulling down my zipper. Her touch had lost none of its art as she slipped my cock free. Lifting Virginia's head by the air, she pressed the bound girl's mounth to its target. She opened wide and took me in deeply. Regina knelt next to her, guiding the movements of Virginia's head as she sucked and slurped.
„That's a good girl. Remember all the things I've taught you,“ she said encouragingly. She had taught her well indeed. Looking down at Virginia's sweet, tear-stained face, I felt myself getting lost a bit too soon.
„There's something else I want,“ I said. Booth of them looked up at me. From my smile, Regina knew exactly what I wanted. She lifted the tiny key on its gold chain from around her neck. Reaching down between Virginia's open thighs, she opened the silver padlock and deftly slipped it free.
„Let's see now...“, Regina mused, remembering, „that's right, now I remember.“
She quickly positioned Virginia on all fours, head down, rump well up in the air. Kneeling next to her, Regina gently spread open the pink lips of Virginia's pussy in welcome. I sank down behind her, my lips meeting Regina's even as my cock found its way into Virginia's depth.
„All I ask is that you save a little for me,“ Regina whispered. I promise I would. It was certainly the least I could do under the circumstances.
Regina was of a different order, even back then, from the other girls who slaved and sweated, giving and taking their share of lashes, in our little shop of pains and pleasures. Most of the others were lifers, likely to be working in some such place until their working days were done. But Regina, in addition to being the most beautiful woman on the premises, was also the most ambitious. It could see it in her penetrating blue eyes, shielded behind studious round spectacles, as she read her Stendahl between sessions while the others smoked and gossiped and worked on their nails.
Sure enough, one day she had given notice that she would be leaving soon to assume a new position, as Lady Regina Wilkes, wife of Sir Roger Wilkes, our best, not to mention richest, regular client. Sir Roger was about fifty then, Regina not quite twenty.
He had a reputation for cruel depravity well-suited to Regina's particular nature, which was as enthusiatically perverse as any I'd ever encountered. It had seemed an harmonious union until (I had heard) Sir Roger came home one day and found Regina in bed with his estate manager. This breach of class etiquette had resulted in a quick divorce, leaving Regina with a healthy settlement and a young doughter, with whom she now roamed the world, doing whatever she pleased, which was what she did best.
It was not, therefore, all that surprising to see the two of them at lunch together at Lorenzo's in Venice one golden afternoon in the last spring. It was the right place to be on an afternoon at that time of the year. Nor was it surprising to see Regina looking beautiful, blond hair spilling out from under widebrimmed hat, body regally straight and slender in a simple, rather formal white dress cut to celebrate her shape without displaying much of it. The real surprise was her doughter, dressed almost identically, in white as well. In the photograph Regina had shown me a few years back the girl, whose name was Virginia, had been a pretty, if somewhat awkward young thing, with short hair and freckles. Somewhere in between she had matured in a full-grown swan, with hair and complexion a shade lighter than her mother's, the same adriatic-blue eyes and a still-girlish figure with a few distinctly womanly curves here and there. They made quite the stunning couple, leaning together for a conspirational giggle over the passing parade of preposterously-attired tourists.
I didn't think they'd noticed me, sitting as I was in the back of the bar with my nose buried in the Herald-Tribune, until the bartender set an unordered Campari and soda at my elbow. My presence was requested at the ladies table. It was hardly the sort of request that I world be likely to turn down.
Regina greeted me with a social kiss on the cheek. Virginia's handshake was firm, her gaze direct as she looked me over. The resemblance was striking. I couldn't help thinking the old cliche about how they seemed more like sisters than mother and doughter.
Not knowing how much Virginia knew of her mother's and my past association, I started to make neutral conversation about my travels and who I'd bumped into recently. Regina brought me short.
„It's ok, John. She knows.“
I looked back and forth between them, feeling distinctly uneasy.
„It's true,“ Virginia said brightly., „mother's told me all about you, how you trained her when she was young.“
„I still am young,“ Regina corrected gently but firmly. „Virginia and I are much alike, actually. I began to see it in her when she was very young. You wouldn't believe the scene she caused, getting one of the stable boys to whip her over the hitching rail.“
„We were just playing pirates. It was all perfectly harmless,“ Virginia protested with a wide-eyed innocence that struck me as wholly artifical.
„Anyway,“ Regina continued, „knowing my own predilections so well, I felt I might as well bow to the inevitable. I've brought her up a bit in my own image, so to speak.“
I was more than a little intrigued by this notion, going so far as to wonder aloud exactly how far their similarities went. It must have been the right thing to say.
„Why don't you come over and find out for yourself. We have a place over inGiudecca for the summer. It's most interestingly furnished. I know Virginia would be pleased if you visited. Isn't that right, darling?“
„Oh yes,“ Virginia chirped, „I'd love to see if you're really as wicked as mother says.“
I ask you, how could I decline such a challenge? The very next day I took a vaporetto across the lagoon from my hotel to the adress Regina had given me. It was in the older, quieter part of town, away from the camera-clicking hoards. The house itself was a typically Venetian palazzo, with striped marble mooring posts outside the half-sunken first floor.
Regina herself welcomed me into a marble-floored foyer with stained glass windows. Today, she wore an all-concealing, floor-length black robe, buttoned at the neck, that came all the way down to what looked like some very nasty boots with truly extreme heels. She clacked up the spiraling marble staircase in them, explaining as she went. I following along.
„I've been very selective with Virginia. Left to her own devices, she'd have had her way with half the boys at school and threequarters of the girls. As it is, I've allowed her only those experiences that I felt would enhance her education.“
When we reached the top of the stairs, she turned to face me.
„That's why I asked you here. I want you to show her some of the same ruthlessness you showed me.“
„I'm very flattered.“
„You should be.“
Regina suddenly threw her arms around me and kissed me passionately, the heat of her body radiating through the thin, silky material of the robe. I kissed her back. Marveling once again at the narrowness of her waist as my arms fell around her. She only let it go on long enough to get interesting before turning to open an arched door at her back. She ushered me inside.
The chamber into which Regina led me was like something out of Sheherazade, a fantasy seraglio of huge cushions and heavy d****s. It could have been day or night, as the windows were completely covered and the only illumination came from ranks of candles arrayed around the room. And oh what those candles illuminated!
In the middle of the chamber, Virginia was tied spread-eagled between two posts, which had been festively wrapped in bright ribbons. She was completely naked but for a high, black leather collar locked onto her neck with a little silver lock, matching wrist and ankles cuffs with similar locks that held her to the post by short, gold chains, and tall-heeled black pumps with round babydoll toes. Virginia's slim body, with its small, firm, upturned breasts and flat belly, was the perfect picture of recently-ripened womanhood. Her golden tresses spilled down over her shoulders and bosom, partially hiding her flushed face. Her body was otherwise completely shaved, the better to show off her neatly symmetrical labia, and the tiny silver padlock that held them together. The hasp of the lock was pierced right through the flesh of her lower lips, forbidding entry to the pleasures therein to any but the holder of the key. Virginia's eyes rolled back and she moaned when Regina took the little lock between her fingers and gave it a slight tug.
„You see the means I've had to resort to to keep the vixen in line. Of course, knowing her, she probably just uses it as an excuse to suck more cock and take it in the ass more often, the little slut.“
With that, she gave the already-panting girl a sharp smack across the cheek with her open hand, sending Virginia's hair flying out in a great cloud as the sound of slap hung in the muffled air. Virginia shook her locks back of her face, upon which the imprint of Regina's hand was quite vivid across one cheek., and looked us straight in the eye.
„Are you going to let him fuck me?“ she asked evenly.
„Perhaps. After you've been properly whipped.“
Regina stepped back and undid her robe, leting it drop and then casually kicking it aside with the toe one of those ever-so-shy boots. Regina was otherwise bare, except for a rather severe black leather cincher around the waist and a tiny gold key on a light chain around her neck. The years had been kind to Regina. Her body, always exquisite had hardly changed in the years since I'd first seen her. Except for her breasts, which were somewhat fuller and heavier than Virginia's, their bodies were remarkably similar, smooth and perfect. For a few moments, Regina stood directly in front of Virginia, stroking and caressing the girl with the hands that, after all, knew her better than any in the world. The suction of Regina's full, sensual lips soon leased Virginia's tender, pink nipples into a blushing stiffness, while the tip of Regina's finger probed delicately above the tiny padlock insinuating itself toward Virginia's clit.
The chains rattled musically as Virginia squirmed under Regina's touch.
Ragged sighs emerged from between her pouting, parted lips. Unable to resist the impulse, I seized her face in both my hands and pressed those lips against mine. A curious little tongue slithered in between my teeth. Even the kiss felt familiar.
„Enough!,“ Regina announced abruptly, breaking of our embrace. „Pleasure must be earned. Isn't that right, Virginia?“
She gripped the young girl's chin firmly and made her look in her eyes.
„Yes, Ma'am,“ Virginia agreed hastily.
Regina turned to a low, ornate chest nearby, opened it and began laying out the contents on the Persian rug. There was a lovely riding crop in shiny, red patent leather, quite heavy with a reinforced flap. There was a cat of nine tails with flat, braiding tails and an exquisite inlaid handle. There was a razor-thin dressage with a little red cracker on the end.
„As I recall, you prefer to start with the cat,“ Regina said, offering it to me. She had been a most thoughful slave in her day, I remembered as I took it from her hand. I started to move around behind Virginia, whose eyes followed me every movement. Regina stopped me with a hand on my wrist.
„I just ask one thing,“ she said, „that you give her no less than you gave me.“
She had my word on it. Standing behind Virginia, I stroked the girl's velvety flesh with my free hand, which lingered over her small, hard rump. Her back and bottom were perfectly unmarked. She obviously hadn't been whipped in some time.
„I don't want her to become too accustomed to it, „Regina said in answer to my unasked question.
I started slowly, warming Virginia up with light strokes across the shoulders, alongside the spine, down over the upper curves of her behind, then down further so the lashes tickled her in between the thighs. The cat made a light, staccato smacking sound in time with her small gasps and squeals. Regina, meanwhile, busied herself with the front of Virginia's body, kissing and licking and stroking, working Virginia's locked-up pussy lips back and forth between her fingers. Virginia involuntarily tried to close her knees, but the chains made that quite impossible.
Her fair skin quickly turned pink, then red as the cat did its work ever more convincingly. Her moans turned to yelps as the welts began to rise, long vermillion trails etched with the weave of the braided lashes. Regina smothered Virginia's pleas with a fierce kiss on the mouth as I laid on fully, stretching out my arm, further with each slashing blow.
Satisfied with the evenness of Virginia's initial tanning in the rear, I elected to move around to the front, Regina stepped back to allow me swinging room. Virginia now looked at me with unmistakable fear, chest heaving, tears leaking from the corners of her feverish blue eyes.
„Her nipples are unusually sensitive,“ Regina offered helpfully. I slapped the cat down across the right one. Virginia fell back against the chains, letting out howl of anguish. The evenly spaced stripes across her breast looked most appealing. I gave her a matching set for the other side before moving on down over her flat little belly to her tighs. The tails of the cat brushed over the silver lock, making it dance in the candlelight. Virginia was now fully sobbing in a most fetching manner, much as Regina had when first whipped. Looking over, I could see the feral gleam in Regina's eyes as she relived her own past through the captive Virginia.
Tossing the cat aside I took up the crop, testing its weight and flexibility.
„She picked it out herself in a riding shop in London. It's her favorite.“
I held it up so Virginia could kiss the tip. She closed her eyes and puckered reverently. Tenderized as Virginia's bottom already was, even the comparatively light initial strokes of the crop produced copious new floods of tears and much shaking and rattling of chains as the sobs shook her body. With a rather bizarre sort of solicitude, Regina stepped up and put her arms around the helpless Virginia, pressing the girl's wet face against her full bosom. She stroked Virginia's hair and cooed to her while I whipped away with the crop, leaving a brilliant pattern of crimson splotches flecked with vivid purple spots. Virginia shook with each blow, but her cries were muffled by Regina's flesh.
By the time i got finished, Virginia's behind was crisscrossed with fresh, raised stripes so angry they made her jump at the lightest touch of a fingertip. I had promised no less than I gave Regina.
It was time for the crescendo that is the proper conclusion of any sound whipping. For this movement, I chose the dressage, swishing it in the air a couple of times to try it out. It hissed like a serpent. Delicate as it looked, I knew it would hurt worse than the other whips combined. Regina and I exchanged positions, her behind Virginia, holding the girl's head back by the hair so she was forced to look up and was thus unable to anticipate the pain. I took up my position in front, taking my distance to her still creamy and as yet unmarked inner thighs.
The dressage cut through the air to strike just above the knee. Virginia shriek echoed even in the thickly-curtained chamber. Her screaming had a certain, familiar melodious quality. I remembered having told Regina years before that even her scream was beautiful. The dressage struck again, higher up. I laddered the stripes up each thigh, placing them an inch or two apart.
Virginia wept and howling, twisting and writhing against the implacable chains that held her in place. I didn't stop until I'd given her a full dozen, leaving a double row of thin, nasty stripes that, I was certain, would be at least a month in fading. By th time I was done, Virginia hung limp, sobbing weakly as I released the chains and let her sink into Regina's embrace.
They held each other a moment, breast-to-breast, before Regina finally consented to the promised reward for Virginia's heroic suffering. With an hand on the shoulder, Regina pushed Virginia onto her knees in front of me, locking Virginia's wrist cuffs behind her. Virginia's kneeling, whip-striped body trembled at my feet.
„Thank him correctly,“ Regina commanded firmly. Virginia bent low to kiss my boots, small, pink tongue licking out for a taste of leather. I felt Regina's hand pulling down my zipper. Her touch had lost none of its art as she slipped my cock free. Lifting Virginia's head by the air, she pressed the bound girl's mounth to its target. She opened wide and took me in deeply. Regina knelt next to her, guiding the movements of Virginia's head as she sucked and slurped.
„That's a good girl. Remember all the things I've taught you,“ she said encouragingly. She had taught her well indeed. Looking down at Virginia's sweet, tear-stained face, I felt myself getting lost a bit too soon.
„There's something else I want,“ I said. Booth of them looked up at me. From my smile, Regina knew exactly what I wanted. She lifted the tiny key on its gold chain from around her neck. Reaching down between Virginia's open thighs, she opened the silver padlock and deftly slipped it free.
„Let's see now...“, Regina mused, remembering, „that's right, now I remember.“
She quickly positioned Virginia on all fours, head down, rump well up in the air. Kneeling next to her, Regina gently spread open the pink lips of Virginia's pussy in welcome. I sank down behind her, my lips meeting Regina's even as my cock found its way into Virginia's depth.
„All I ask is that you save a little for me,“ Regina whispered. I promise I would. It was certainly the least I could do under the circumstances.
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