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"He's a little backward," said Mildred, "but very affectionate and loving." She laughed, gently. "Sometimes he reminds me of a big, friendly dog that wants to paw you and lick you all over."
Doris half-choked over her drink. He'll do more than paw me if he gets half a chance!
They were sitting, Mildred and Doris, at the dining room window, sipping their third glasses of liqueur and watching Willis as he ambled about, aimlessly, in the grounds of the manor.
Mildred took out a cigarette, lit it without offering one to Doris. "He's a very--" she drew in smoke, expelled it, "virile boy," she said, carefully, "very strong and well-developed in some ways. It's hard on him sometimes, being cooped up here. He has no--no outlet for his--his energies; it makes him nervous at times, and excitable..." Her voice trailed off and she sipped at her drink, thoughtfully. When she spoke again, it was as if she was changing the subject. "How do you like being here, Doris, at Romily Manor?"
The liqueur had made Doris feel relaxed and mellow; her body still felt sexually excited and thrills continued to ripple, at unexpected moments, from her belly to her clitoris, but she was getting used to her state of sexual arousal and the constant sensation of eroticism was becoming intensely enjoyable.
"I like it here, Mrs. Wynton," she told her employer, "but I haven't done much work for you yet."
"You will in time," said Mildred. She smiled at the young girl; noticed how she was holding her thighs pressed tightly together, and how tiny ripples ran across her flesh from time to time.
"You're a very pretty girl, Doris; very attractive."
Doris glanced at her employer, flushed, then: "Thank you, Mrs. Wynton. It's kind of you to say that."
"It's perfectly true, Doris. You have a wonderful figure--a very enticing figure." She paused, added: "You don't have to call me Mrs. Wynton my name's Mildred."
Doris nodded, sipped at her drink again. The liqueur was going to her head.
"Have you a passionate nature?" Mildred asked very softly.
"Well," Doris hesitated, "I--I don't know maybe I have."
"When I was your age I was very passionate," Mildred laughed, "still am, in fact." She kept her eyes on Doris's face until Doris met her gaze. "I still enjoy my diversions," she said quietly. "I have ways of appeasing my demands."
Doris glanced at Mildred's set expression, then emboldened by the drinks, she said: "By disciplining your staff?"
Mildred's mouth relaxed, then she laughed. "That's one of my foibles." She leaned forward, spoke eagerly. "I have some discipline to administer tonight--would you like to watch?"
The little thrill spiraled round Doris's navel then zoomed down. "H- How?" Her voice was excited.
"I have to punish my cook and chauffeur for performing an unspeakable act in the kitchen this afternoon; if you'd like to be an observer, you can come to my bedroom tonight."
What would I do? The exciting question flickered in erotic circles from Doris's mind to her belly, making her tighten her abdominal muscles, squeeze her thighs together even more tightly. What weird act would this cool woman perform upon the helpless flesh of her servants?
"I--I think I'd like to," she whispered, "but--but wouldn't they mind my watching"
"Mind?" Mildred echoed, "George and Mabel? It doesn't matter whether they mind or not--I'm the mistress of Romily Manor!"
"Of--of course," murmured Doris.
Mildred turned her head, stared through the window. "Where's Willis?"
Doris strained her eyes in the dusk. "He's at the far end of the grounds, standing beside a tree," she peered through the gloom, the seems to be moving himself back and forward, I don't know what he's doing."
"I can imagine," said Mildred, drily, getting to her feet and moving to the door. "Don't forget, Doris, be in my bedroom about ten o'clock!"
"Y-yes, M-Mildred," said Doris, calling her employer by her first name for the first time. "I'll be there!" And she felt a crazy feeling of erotic anticipation coursing through her body.
Willis was talking to a tree in the grounds. "I'm going to fuck my Doris-doll's wet cunt," he told the tree, pointing his exposed cock at the trunk, "with this," he added. "My cock--my big cock. She wiped her pussy on my napkin; I saw her, it was all wet, her pussy, an' she wiped it then gave me the napkin." He smiled slyly, squeezed his thickening shaft. "I smelled it after, an' it smelled of cunt, Doris's cunt, so I sucked it--an' tonight I'm gonna fuck it!" He slithered his hand up and down his jerking cock.
Doris glanced at her watch; it was five minutes to ten. A fresh tremor of excitement flickered through her flesh. It's time to go to Mildred's room and watch the performance! Doris giggled; she felt high with liqueur and anticipation. She passed her hand across her breasts, felt the nipples hard and stiff. I feel so worked up that I may come--really orgasm--just by watching Mildred spanking their naked bodies!
Her thighs felt damp, so she dried them with a wadded tissue, then hurried to her bedroom door.
"Come in, my dear, come in," Mildred said when Doris tapped at her bedroom door.
For a moment, Doris stared in surprise at her employer. Mildred had changed her clothes; she was wearing her short leather skirt, high leather boots which came above her knees and skimpy leather halter.
She became aware of Doris's gaze, and laughed. "You like my outfit?" She spun around for Doris's benefit.
The leather skirt lifted as she spun, and Doris saw that her employer was nude beneath the leather. Above the high boots, her bare legs gleamed and Doris was surprised at how well-shaped, firmly-fleshed they were. Her naked buttocks were rounded and fleshy, and Doris detected faint lines across the whiteness as though the mistress of Romily had, herself, been disciplined some time in the recent past. Who disciplines the disciplinarian? she wondered.
"Well?" Mildred asked when Doris didn't answer the question.
"It looks well, exciting!" Doris said.
Mildred smiled with appreciation. Her eyes were over-bright and there were two red spots, high on her cheeks, which gave the appearance of her having a fever.
"I'm glad you think that," said Mildred. "That's how I want to look-- that's how I feel." She moved up to Doris, wrapped her arm around her shoulders as she led her into the bedroom. "You look nice, Doris, but-- " she looked into her face, spoke intimately, "I have something to give you something that I don't wear any more. I think it'll fit--and suit you--perfectly."
She rummaged in a drawer, then took out a flimsy piece of silk, held it up in front of Doris's face.
"It's a shortie-nightie for a baby-doll!" She laughed very softly, held it against Doris's body. "Put it on!"
Doris was startled. "Right now?"
Mildred nodded eagerly.
Shyly, Doris struggled out of her dress. Mildred drew in her breath when she saw that Doris was completely nude beneath. "Your figure, Doris darling, is completely delicious!" Her eyes roved hungrily over her employee's young flesh. "Turn around," she whispered.
Doris turned; Mildred focused her eyes on the rounded bottom.
"You've got the most delightful little bottom, Doris darling," Mildred laughed, breathlessly. "You make me want to dream up an excuse to spank that tempting flesh." She moved up to the young girl, let her hand drop on her buttocks, stroke gently then probe in the cleft. "You're adorable, Doris," she whispered, touching the anal orifice with her fingertip, "so very, very sweet!"
Doris's face was hot; she picked up the baby-doll nightie with fingers that trembled. "I--I'd better put this on," she murmured.
"Oh, yes," whispered Mildred.
The nightie was so short that its hem was above the base of Doris's pubic triangle, and when she turned, the crevice of flesh that crossed in a delightful hollow below the rounded bottom was clearly visible.
"I'm so glad you're here!" Mildred said devoutly, pressing her hand between her own thighs and leaning forward as though she was holding something inside her crotch, "so very glad!"
The tips of Doris's red nipples were visible through the transparent silk, and the rustle of the fabric made her think of static electricity. Electricity! All inside me--I've had electrodes in my pussy and up my bottom. No wonder I'm excited, worked up and passionate. I want to play with my clit, tickle my pussy--I'm so goddamned excited I want to orgasm right now!
"You look very tense!" Mildred murmured. Doris nodded, then swallowed.
"You're ready to watch the discipline--is that what's exciting you?"
"Y-yes, partly--and--" Doris hesitated.
Mildred nodded in understanding. "This afternoon--the electrodes haven't worn off--"
Doris was startled. "You--you know?"
Mildred nodded again. "I know about Basil's tests." She gave a short laugh. "Well have to see what we can do--" She let her voice trail off. "Shall I call in the--" she hesitated, then laughed and said: "victims?"
Doris flushed, nodded. Mildred went to her bedroom door, opened it, said, "You can come in now--both of you!"
Doris watched as Mabel and George ambled into the room. The chauffeur didn't look like the same aggressive man who had raped her--double- raped her--in the bush that afternoon.
"Get the punishment stool, Mabel," Mildred snapped.
Mabel shivered with fear. "Oh, no, Ma'am--not that, please not that!"
Mildred picked up a short whip off her dresser top, shook it, menacingly. "Don't make me angry, Mabel!"
Mabel shivered again as she went to a closet, dragged out a bizarre piece of furniture. It was something in between the kind of vaulting horse that was used in gymnasiums and an old-fashioned praying pew. The top was covered with leather and it had four sturdy, sloping legs.
The cook dragged it into the center of the bedroom, then stood, shaking, beside it.
"Now undress, both of you completely!" Mildred snapped.
Doris's eyes flickered wildly from the disrobing figures to the weird contrivance on the floor. There were leather straps, with cuffs attached, fastened to each leg. What in the world are they for? Doris wondered. Her eyes skimmed back to the cook and the chauffeur.
Apart from startled glances when they had first entered the room, the two servants had ignored Doris's presence in their mistress's bedroom. Now, Doris observed the rolls of fat and flesh that shook on Mabel's body. Her breasts were too full, hanging down low when she removed her brassiere, and the nipples were over-large with flattened tips as though they'd been pinched, bit or abused too many times. The gross cheeks of her bottom spread open when she bent to remove her panties, and Doris stared at the folds of flesh, the wide cleft with a growth of hair between and the back of her slitted vulva, its darkish-red lips spread open obscenely.
George was naked now; his body was firm rather than fat and his buttocks were muscled instead of flabby. Doris stared at his flock. The gross organ that had ravished her young pussy, then slid into her bottom and spewed its hot load, was limp now; dangling in front of the slack, low-slung balls.
Mildred took her eyes off Mabel, scrutinized George. "What's the matter with that?" she asked, prodding his cock with the butt of her whip. "It wasn't all soft like that this afternoon when Mabel was sucking it off!"
Doris drew in her breath. So that was what Mildred had caught them doing! She looked at George with a different expression. Didn't he ever have enough? He screwed me twice, once up my pussy, and once up my ass, this afternoon--and then he still wanted the cook to suck his cock off for him! She stifled an urge to giggle. No wonder his cock was soft and limp--it'd had a very busy day!
A cruel smile crossed Mildred's face. "Well have to see what we can do about that, won't we, George?"
Doris thought his face turned paler.
"All right," Mildred nodded to Mabel. "Bend over the stool!"
Reluctantly but obediently, Mabel went up to the strange stool, leaned her flabby body over it.
Doris watched as the fleshy buttocks spread open, and she saw a trickle of wetness sliding down the insides of Mabel's fat thighs.
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