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Mistress Miller and Dr Pauling smiled at each other. Unusually for the room they were both dressed, her in an elegant black gown and he still in his dinner jacket and black tie. Her dress looked a little ruffled from her previous activities at the orgy. His suit was immaculate.
Kim’s collar now felt a little tight and her Mistress had gently pulled her closer. The Mistress stood up, pulling Kim up so her naked body was in front of Dr Millar. The young man the doctor had on a leash was stood just behind him. He was naked except for the collar, his small cock surprisingly flaccid.
Dr Miller said, “You doth teach the torches to burn, seeming to hang upon the cheek of night like a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear. Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.”
Mistress Miller gave him a slight bow then led Kim to the tables. She handed Kim a couple of towels and signalled for her lay them on the table. The doctor had followed and on a table besides Mistress Millers, close enough that Kim could comfortably reach out and touch its top, signalled for the boy he was leading to do the same. Then, as if in a dance, Mistress Miller and Dr Pauling dropped the leashes they were holding and swapped places, giving each other a slight bow of their heads as they passed. The doctor and the Mistress faced each other across the tables.
Dr Pauling looked directly in the Mistress’ eyes and raised his hand, “If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this.”
The Mistress looked severe. Dr Pauling leaned round and gently stroked Kim’s cheek before letting his hand follow her back until he cupped her buttock. The delicate touch brought a blush to her face and blood to other parts of her body that made standing still uncomfortable. His touch was so delicate it tickled making her skin yearn in anticipation as the hand fell. It was a struggle not to moan when the hand paused. She wanted more of it.
“My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.”
Still looking at the Mistress he leaned down and kissed Kim’s cheek. She was hot, would ordinarily have turned to return the kiss and invite a more passionate response from his lips. Instinct told her that was not the game they were playing.
Now the Mistress spoke, “Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much which mannerly devotion shows in this.”
At which she roughly pushed the young man face down on the table. Her hand also moved to his buttocks but then hovered above it.
“For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch.”
She brought the hand down with two sharp slaps, one on each of the boy’s buttocks. He groaned but Kim could see a faint smile.
“And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.”
Accompanied by four more slaps again on alternate buttocks. The mistress did nor raise her hand, instead now gently rubbing. The boy shuffled slightly, raising his buttocks slightly. His eyes were closed. Kim could not work out if he was inviting more spanking or had an erection that was making lying face down uncomfortable.
The doctor’s hand had now moved to her back and he gently pressed her face down. She placed her arms over her head. She was looking straight at the doctor’s crotch and could see that despite his calm demeanour he was excited. His hands had again brushed down her back and slide over her exposed butt to her upper thigh. She felt sensitive, exposed to the air, needed the tingle in her skin broken before it became too intense.
Now it was his turn, “Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?”
Then silence. His hands remained still, resting on her upper thigh. She could not hear her mistress making any move. She was conscious of her nipples on the towel, of the edge of the table lightly pressing her thigh, of his strong fingers. She sensed her heart pumping blood through her chest. The paused continued. She wanted, needed it broken. She desperately wanted to move her hands between her legs to relieve some of the tension. She pressed her lips together to stifle a groan.
Simultaneously the Mistress said, “Ay pilgrim”, she felt sharp pain in her buttock and there was a slapping sound.
“Lips they must use in prayer”
Now she let out the groan as there was another slap then two more. She heard the man groan and turned her head. He was now smiling. Now two more slaps. She saw that each time she was spanked, the man was also.
Now the doctor, “O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do.”
The slaps stopped.
“They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.”
The next moment his soft damp lips roamed over her sore buttock. It was ecstasy. Now she could also see the mistress doing the same for the young man, her eyes looking towards where her skin was savouring the warm soft touch.
She held her hands tightly together forcing herself to remain in position. She had never wanted, needed a cock inside her more in her life. It was not desire, it was hunger, as deep and primal as a starving man grabbing at food or a mother defending her c***d. It was far more agonising to do nothing than the spanks had been. Still the lips moved, now moving between her legs, not quite reaching where his tongue might enter her.
The mistress stood up again and the lips left her body. She hated him for that. Wanted to slap him, kick him in the balls for doing this to her. She dug her nails into the palm of her hand to find an alternative pain.
Then the spanking resumed, harder, more relentless this time. The mistress was concentrating on each swipe, the young man was grimacing.
She spoke while she slapped, “Saints do not move, though grant for prayers sake.”
He replied, “Then move not.”
Giving two spanks so hard her body flinched and she involuntarily lifted her head. Both he and the mistress paused.
“While my prayers’ effect I take, thus from my lips by yours my sin is purged.”
He now came into view and gently kissed the Mistress on the lips.
She smiled at him and stepped back saying, “Then have my lips the sin that they have took.”
He winked and took her hand , “Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged.”
He walked towards a matress but was halted because the Mistress had not moved. She cocked her head slightly.
“You kiss by the book.”
He tugged her this time and she started walking with him. She turned briefly towards Kim, gave a dismissive flick of her free hand towards the door and followed the doctor.
Kim wanted to join them, even just to sit there and continue to watch this game. The pain in bottom was real but the sensation was entangled with sensations from her skin, from inside, from the purest form of lust. Though her mistress had let her go, she did not want to move. She wanted to fuck.
The young man was obviously also excited because his was moving rhythmically between his legs. His eyes were closed. The smile had returned to his face.
Kim put her hand out to him. His eyes sprung open. Ho looked startled, almost panicked. He draw back slightly so she was not touching him anymore and shook his head. She stood slightly and her hand headed for his groin. He pushed himself up and away from her. She saw his cock, small but almost vertical in its stiffness. Though not long it was thick and the end was surprisingly bulbous.
She looked at the fear in his eyes and despised him. How dare he flinch from her? They had both been part of the game between the mistress and the doctor. They both had a collar and leash. She had earned that cock through her discipline during the pain. It was hers to take. He was plain selfish for denying her desire.
She stepped forward and push him back onto the table. He tried to stand. She was on top of him using her weight to unbalance him. She grabbed his lead where it was attached to the collar and yanked him. He lost his balance as his hands came up to his neck. There was panic in his eyes, obviously struggling to breath.
“Don’t fucking move bitch.”
She brought her free hand to the top of his chest and pushed him down. Then absorbed his cock, pushing him hard against the table as it finally entered her properly. He squeaked in pain. That made her push harder, made what was she doing feel more right. Her next thrust was as much intended to hurt him as pleasure her. It made no difference, she felt pleasure from his pain. Now she was in complete control she let go of the collar. He looked relieved. So she slapped his face. The bitch was not allowed to enjoy this.
He was still hard. She moved herself round his cock, hoping she was bending it inside her. He groaned. She was not clear if this was pain or pleasure so she slapped him again.
“Pickle dicks deserve nothing you fucking ladyboy.”
She came then, the excitement of his submission pushing her over the edge. She drove her tongue into his mouth, r****g it in a parody of intimacy. Her lips not touching his but rasping them. She stayed astride him a moment and looked over to the mattresses. The doctor was flipping over the Mistress. His cock was huge and hard. He raised her dress, then slowly entered her to, as the mistress herself might have said, make her bottom feel appreciated. The Mistress gasped in pleasure.
Kim looked back down at the young man. He was smiling. She stood up. His cock was still erect, so he had probably not come. She gave it a gentle caress, then kneed him in the balls. The pleasure was going to be all hers.
Kim’s collar now felt a little tight and her Mistress had gently pulled her closer. The Mistress stood up, pulling Kim up so her naked body was in front of Dr Millar. The young man the doctor had on a leash was stood just behind him. He was naked except for the collar, his small cock surprisingly flaccid.
Dr Miller said, “You doth teach the torches to burn, seeming to hang upon the cheek of night like a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear. Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.”
Mistress Miller gave him a slight bow then led Kim to the tables. She handed Kim a couple of towels and signalled for her lay them on the table. The doctor had followed and on a table besides Mistress Millers, close enough that Kim could comfortably reach out and touch its top, signalled for the boy he was leading to do the same. Then, as if in a dance, Mistress Miller and Dr Pauling dropped the leashes they were holding and swapped places, giving each other a slight bow of their heads as they passed. The doctor and the Mistress faced each other across the tables.
Dr Pauling looked directly in the Mistress’ eyes and raised his hand, “If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle fine is this.”
The Mistress looked severe. Dr Pauling leaned round and gently stroked Kim’s cheek before letting his hand follow her back until he cupped her buttock. The delicate touch brought a blush to her face and blood to other parts of her body that made standing still uncomfortable. His touch was so delicate it tickled making her skin yearn in anticipation as the hand fell. It was a struggle not to moan when the hand paused. She wanted more of it.
“My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.”
Still looking at the Mistress he leaned down and kissed Kim’s cheek. She was hot, would ordinarily have turned to return the kiss and invite a more passionate response from his lips. Instinct told her that was not the game they were playing.
Now the Mistress spoke, “Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much which mannerly devotion shows in this.”
At which she roughly pushed the young man face down on the table. Her hand also moved to his buttocks but then hovered above it.
“For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch.”
She brought the hand down with two sharp slaps, one on each of the boy’s buttocks. He groaned but Kim could see a faint smile.
“And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.”
Accompanied by four more slaps again on alternate buttocks. The mistress did nor raise her hand, instead now gently rubbing. The boy shuffled slightly, raising his buttocks slightly. His eyes were closed. Kim could not work out if he was inviting more spanking or had an erection that was making lying face down uncomfortable.
The doctor’s hand had now moved to her back and he gently pressed her face down. She placed her arms over her head. She was looking straight at the doctor’s crotch and could see that despite his calm demeanour he was excited. His hands had again brushed down her back and slide over her exposed butt to her upper thigh. She felt sensitive, exposed to the air, needed the tingle in her skin broken before it became too intense.
Now it was his turn, “Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?”
Then silence. His hands remained still, resting on her upper thigh. She could not hear her mistress making any move. She was conscious of her nipples on the towel, of the edge of the table lightly pressing her thigh, of his strong fingers. She sensed her heart pumping blood through her chest. The paused continued. She wanted, needed it broken. She desperately wanted to move her hands between her legs to relieve some of the tension. She pressed her lips together to stifle a groan.
Simultaneously the Mistress said, “Ay pilgrim”, she felt sharp pain in her buttock and there was a slapping sound.
“Lips they must use in prayer”
Now she let out the groan as there was another slap then two more. She heard the man groan and turned her head. He was now smiling. Now two more slaps. She saw that each time she was spanked, the man was also.
Now the doctor, “O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do.”
The slaps stopped.
“They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.”
The next moment his soft damp lips roamed over her sore buttock. It was ecstasy. Now she could also see the mistress doing the same for the young man, her eyes looking towards where her skin was savouring the warm soft touch.
She held her hands tightly together forcing herself to remain in position. She had never wanted, needed a cock inside her more in her life. It was not desire, it was hunger, as deep and primal as a starving man grabbing at food or a mother defending her c***d. It was far more agonising to do nothing than the spanks had been. Still the lips moved, now moving between her legs, not quite reaching where his tongue might enter her.
The mistress stood up again and the lips left her body. She hated him for that. Wanted to slap him, kick him in the balls for doing this to her. She dug her nails into the palm of her hand to find an alternative pain.
Then the spanking resumed, harder, more relentless this time. The mistress was concentrating on each swipe, the young man was grimacing.
She spoke while she slapped, “Saints do not move, though grant for prayers sake.”
He replied, “Then move not.”
Giving two spanks so hard her body flinched and she involuntarily lifted her head. Both he and the mistress paused.
“While my prayers’ effect I take, thus from my lips by yours my sin is purged.”
He now came into view and gently kissed the Mistress on the lips.
She smiled at him and stepped back saying, “Then have my lips the sin that they have took.”
He winked and took her hand , “Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged.”
He walked towards a matress but was halted because the Mistress had not moved. She cocked her head slightly.
“You kiss by the book.”
He tugged her this time and she started walking with him. She turned briefly towards Kim, gave a dismissive flick of her free hand towards the door and followed the doctor.
Kim wanted to join them, even just to sit there and continue to watch this game. The pain in bottom was real but the sensation was entangled with sensations from her skin, from inside, from the purest form of lust. Though her mistress had let her go, she did not want to move. She wanted to fuck.
The young man was obviously also excited because his was moving rhythmically between his legs. His eyes were closed. The smile had returned to his face.
Kim put her hand out to him. His eyes sprung open. Ho looked startled, almost panicked. He draw back slightly so she was not touching him anymore and shook his head. She stood slightly and her hand headed for his groin. He pushed himself up and away from her. She saw his cock, small but almost vertical in its stiffness. Though not long it was thick and the end was surprisingly bulbous.
She looked at the fear in his eyes and despised him. How dare he flinch from her? They had both been part of the game between the mistress and the doctor. They both had a collar and leash. She had earned that cock through her discipline during the pain. It was hers to take. He was plain selfish for denying her desire.
She stepped forward and push him back onto the table. He tried to stand. She was on top of him using her weight to unbalance him. She grabbed his lead where it was attached to the collar and yanked him. He lost his balance as his hands came up to his neck. There was panic in his eyes, obviously struggling to breath.
“Don’t fucking move bitch.”
She brought her free hand to the top of his chest and pushed him down. Then absorbed his cock, pushing him hard against the table as it finally entered her properly. He squeaked in pain. That made her push harder, made what was she doing feel more right. Her next thrust was as much intended to hurt him as pleasure her. It made no difference, she felt pleasure from his pain. Now she was in complete control she let go of the collar. He looked relieved. So she slapped his face. The bitch was not allowed to enjoy this.
He was still hard. She moved herself round his cock, hoping she was bending it inside her. He groaned. She was not clear if this was pain or pleasure so she slapped him again.
“Pickle dicks deserve nothing you fucking ladyboy.”
She came then, the excitement of his submission pushing her over the edge. She drove her tongue into his mouth, r****g it in a parody of intimacy. Her lips not touching his but rasping them. She stayed astride him a moment and looked over to the mattresses. The doctor was flipping over the Mistress. His cock was huge and hard. He raised her dress, then slowly entered her to, as the mistress herself might have said, make her bottom feel appreciated. The Mistress gasped in pleasure.
Kim looked back down at the young man. He was smiling. She stood up. His cock was still erect, so he had probably not come. She gave it a gentle caress, then kneed him in the balls. The pleasure was going to be all hers.
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