AN ENGLISH ODYSSEY
ALIX MATA

"..I wasn't sure what to wear to a spanking," she whispered loudly and dissolved into a giggle. Frustrated, and yearning for more than social intercourse, a middle-aged roué advertises for a young woman to join him in the English arts with reciprococal rights. When the adventuresome Jennifer responds, he meets more than his match as she gathers a galaxy of nubile contemporaries for their mutual delectation - all of them requiring disciplinary attention, and `sweet afters' - and some with insatiable appetites. But how long can he keep going, how will this unexpected fulfillment of his erotic dreams end`?
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CHAPTER #1

Frustration

	The need to cane a bared, taut, bottom prettily poised high in the air was upon me again. It was often upon me, and there was no readily available solution, that is to say no willing bottom. The literature was no damned help. The naughty novels abounded with lithe little Julies and lascivious Lauras, all ready to subjugate their arses to sadistic tyrants. An hour's thrashing with a bewildering assortment of whips, canes, and birches together with liberal doses of sal volatile seemed to be the attention they thrived upon. They howled in vain, their mouths muffled with their Own cunt-scented knickers. They squirmed in muted agony, tightly bound as they were to leather whipping benches. They mewed and bucked their way to an guished orgasms helped on by stray strokes of the swatches along sopping wet, tender slots.
	The luckier victims received the soothing balm of jetted sperm as an assembled throng of gleeful voyeurs aimed gobs of cum at the bruised bum before them.
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The doses were copious, and they were always wellaimed, oozing into the red raw welts, and the inviting groove between the cheeky buttocks. Then, of course, gigantic engorged phalli jabbed into gaping apertures and comprehensive relief was provided all round. Much mutual moaning as sated slaves were led away, weakkneed and ass-welted to be whipped another day, twice as badly, if the texts I'd read were any guide (which I doubted).
	Christ, I'd settle for a nice bit of nudity bend over my knees, rounded bum naughtily offered, and long lightly muscled legs spread an arm's width at the feet. That should be enough to let the shaven slot peep out, pouting with little wreaths of flesh, tempting to the tongue and fingers. Yes, that was a offering I'd be fall for any time I could get it. I hadn't had it for years, and I couldn't figure out how to get it now. I fondled the only things I did have access to, two nice large breasts, but the target heaved, grunted, and evaded the hands. Middle-aged women seemed to have an overdeveloped need for personal privacy, and no respect for the sexual needs of repressed middle-aged men.
	But action was called for, so, advertising was the only solution. Say what you want, pay the fee, and see what you get. Of course, I have tried answering ads, but I don't have the knack. For example there was the twenty nine year old, 118 lb lady who wanted the chance to `let the loose woman in her out occasionally,' who liked `safe exhibitionism', and who obviously needed what her `wimp husband, under-equipped' couldn't provide. She wanted a `sufficiently dominant male to make her deliver oral pleasures while he (the wimp) watched'. I replied to her in this vein.

My dear lady,

	I am your complement in every way you can imagine, and in some that you can't. I will satisfy your fantasy

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if you will satisfy mine, and I believe that you will. I here enclose a script, which 1 am happy for you to modify to your exact needs. You may also correct my descriptions of you, but only within reason. 1 too live a life of respectability, but my sweet, sly, slut-minded hot-assed housewife, you will do exactly as I tell you, or you will find your delicious little ass stopping my fast hand sooner than I have planned (you may not have planned it at all).
	You must meet me at a coffee house, which you will choose and direct me to. It will large enough to afford a small degree of privacy in the deeper recesses at a quiet time of day. There should be, preferably, medium to high partitions between the tables, and we will need a seat not next to the washroom entrance.
	So, you are a safe exhibitionist. 1 wonder what you mean by that? A few little thrills flashing your tits through a skimpy blouse? Wearing see-through dresses and scarcely any, perhaps no underwear in hot weather? You wouldn't be alone. Being nude in the house for your wimpy husband? I don't suppose he has any friends worth teasing! Not caring if neighbours see you through the windows? Getting screwed in front of your husband, have you tried that, is that safe? Safe? are you getting too careful and conservative as you mature? Where is the fun in being safe, you need the excitement of thrill, otherwise you might as well read a dirty book. Well, you will come to meet me nude, with the following exceptions: white open-net leg stockings to mid-thigh, a saucy hat, a decorative light scarf, white gloves, medium heels, and a white, vinyl, lightweight knee-length raincoat. Should the weather turn unexpectedly hot (and I mean hot) you may substitute a blouse which buttons up the front, and a wrap-around skirt-all the same colour, but cotton. Pay particular attention to these directions. A single stitch extra, or out of place, and your rear will pay for it at a time I shall choose. 1 know that you are a meticulous girl,

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why else would your sexual drive be catered to so carefully, why else would you give your weight as 118 lb? So I expect you to follow the instructions very carefully. By the way, we (you and I) will check your weight.
	When we have met, you will buy the coffee at the counter, for I want to see you move, and I want us both to know your public nakedness, protected only by a single layer. At our table 1 shall ask if all is prepared as agreed, for if there are corrections to the scenario we will have corresponded about them. If you agree at this final asking we shall seal the bargain with a handshake, and a gentle kiss on the lips, tongues just touching. As our lips part (will you let them linger?) you will be entirely in my hands.
	Open your coat, and spread your legs slightly. I must see that you are nude. I may touch your breasts to test the responsiveness of your nipples, and the resilience of the flesh. Should you be found to be wearing any items, you must go to the washroom and remove them, hand them to me, and open your coat again to show you have obeyed completely. You will of course be punished for disobedience (as I have mentioned above), but I am sure you will not decide to test me on that point.
	Now we will go to your apartment. Your first action will be to strap your husband, if he deigns to be present, to his chair. I don't want any untoward interruptions from him. I shan't touch him, but he can watch what he dare and what I permit, and wet his underpants if he will. Some things he will only be permitted to hear. Bring each of us a properly chilled Late Harvest Riesling (Inniskillin, and water for him). You toast (learn the words)

A rock hard cock in a sopping wet cunt,
	First from the back, and then from the front.

I offer my body laced with lust
	Yours to do whatever I must.
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	With your back to him, open your coat. I shall enjoy my first proper full length view of your nudity. You should turn slowly a quarter either way so I may begin enjoy the three-dimensional structure of your body. I do love the nude female body, and I seek to produce for its owner, by my various actions, an inner ecstasy to match its outward perfection. I shall touch you gently, caress your smooth tummy, follow the flowing lines of flesh in to your waist, and out to the fullness of your hips. I will trace my fingers slowly up the inside of your stockings, over the edge at mid-thigh, and on into the delicate softness close to your quim. Perhaps I shall test the springiness of your public hair, freshly bathedor do you flaunt a baby-bare beaver, slightly aquiver with anxiety? Let me run the cool wine goblet, with moisture condensed on its outside like droplets of dew, up between your breasts and see you shiver a little with the shock of the cold and the assault on your pretended privacy, a privacy you have chosen to share with a complete stranger. I will want to tease your nipples with the rim of the wine glass, to erect them if they have so far failed in their duty. When they are provocatively stiff, I shall tie around them the tiny threads of wool which you will have ready in your coat pocket. Now, dressed just as you are with opened coat, you will bring the scales from the bathroom. I will check that they are properly zeroed, you must blindfold your husband. Step on them so that I may read them. This is the baseline figure against which your still hidden bottom must bet its unmarked beauty. Continue to face me and remove your clothes an article at a time, stepping on and off the scales each time. You will call out your progress to him. Leave the stockings for me, I like to peel stockings and reveal bare legs. You must hope that your coffee has not taken you too far from the magic number. When you are quite bare you had better be 118 lb, or there will be a penalty of ten hand spanks per cheek for every pound difference (and part thereof)

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if you stray beyond plus or minus one pound. You will announce the result to your husband, together with the corrective spanks which will be applied. You will be glad to know that 1 am, for the purpose of spanking, functionally ambidextrous. Corrective measures if necessary, will be postponed, for there is more preparation.
	With your actual weight and its forfeit, if any, established, I shall wish to be conducted to your bedroom. You will lead the way, I shall enjoy seeing how your buttocks disport themselves. Do they wobble when you walk, or do they tense into tightly-nested clusters of muscles as the strain comes on to them? I also want to see if they scrunch up against the small of your back at the end of your stride. I find that very attractive. In the bedroom you will remove my clothes, slowly and seductively as a stripper would strip herself. Tell the wimp how you progress. You may touch my body as much as you like, with the exception of my cock. If you touch that in the process of stripping me there will be five more for each of your juicy cheeks, on top of anything you owe so far. So be careful, or it could be a hot session. I will tell you here and now that what you will find is a seven and one half inch probe, five and a half inches round, throbbing and circumcised. When you've finished undressing me my prong will be lurching around like a blind man in a harem looking for a cunt. Now 1 expect some real closeups. Legs wide apart, bum provocatively offered, cunt glistening with selfjuices. Did you ever do gymnastics? I love to see those girls bending in a crab position, pubis probing the air, just begging for a hot tongue or a stiff dick. Can you stand on your head with your legs in the splits? On request you will show me your clitoris, and you will tease it with your elegant fingers, and poke a digit into your own hot channel. You won't be too modest to part the cheeks and give me a good view of your tight little anal cherry. I bet you've have had fingers up that, if only your own. But any considerate lover would plumb

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met those depths with a finger while he had a rock hard prong buried in your cunt, yes I expect that you have had a few in there. Anything larger? Well it can wait.
	Still my dong will wait-with a mounting ache to be sure, but it will wait. Spreadeagle face down on the bed and 1 might tease the length of your back with it. I'll rub your shoulders and the backs of' your arms. I'll run it down your backbone checking each lovely vertebrae, I'll drag it along the cleft of your bottom, stopping now and then to rub my stiffness well down between the firm flesh. Let me touch with the very tip that junction between your thighs and your ass cheeks, let me probe gently between those widespread legs and the slotted offering in the gap between them. Don't dare move. I will enjoy just scraping along the sweet flesh on the inside of your thighs and dribbling a bit of clear pre-come on the lovely delicate skin. Then I shall trail my bulging muscle along your calves, rubbing firmly here and there. Have you ever been tickled on the soles of your feet with, rampant penis. Oh, wouldn't you like a firm thrust somewhere else, higher up? But that will have to wait. Turn over, arch your back and flaunt your breasts properly and I will rub between them to test the resilience of the flesh and how much they have engorged from your randiness. A cock makes a delicate tool when properly used, the better when not used too soon or too fast. I will complete my inspection by moving down you, my head towards your feet, letting my balls rub across your tummy and over your mons veneris. I will let them descend the outer slopes of your vagina, they can find their own way over the folds of the vulva, before I pull them away to plumb the slopes of your inner thighs. When I am satisfied with my inspection of your delights you will rise, and I will drive you ahead of me at the point of my lance as it jabs sporadically into your jaunty bum. Thus we will return to your husband, both of us now naked, and him still strapped to his chair. I may give him my opinion of
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the goods I have seen, and assure him that so far I have not entered you. But I will let him see the size of the cock I propose to feed you with in due course.
	There may be forfeits to pay, and who knows, you may have incurred them deliberately-if you are the hot-slotted cock-teasing slut you like to pretend you won't be averse to a bit of bottom heating. It prolongs the ecstasy for sure, and what exhibitionist wouldn't want to bend over a guy's knee with her bare ass in the air, as if to say 'you can't hurt me, I love it, and when you've finished you won't be able to keep your cock out of me.' Yes, I know the reverse psychology of it. But we'll see what comes. Have you come during a hand spanking? Perhaps so, [By the way, if you want to be freed anytime I'm spanking just yell `gimme cock,' and get on your knees with your ass high -I'll stop on the spot and give it you from the rear (as promised above!)].
	You will offer us all a toast to "my blazing bum, spank away until I come." Then you will bring the items I requested, a flannel and a bowl of water. Lift the blindfold off your wimp's eyes, and let him have a good closeup of your pretty ass. A good clear view, wobble the cheeks for him and let him see that that they aren't blemished. He is going to compare before and after. Restore his blindfold. When you have completed that job, come back to me. I shall be sat on the armless chair, and you will place yourself over my knees. Hands on the ground in front, and be sure they stay there. Your feet will probably just touch the ground behind. I expect in the heat of the coming moments they will come off the ground. Your hips should be on my left thigh, and your left hip and thigh should be keeping my wanging cock trapped below you. That will leave your ass prettily poised over my right thigh. Once you are settled in position, I will begin. No, not spanking, feeling. First I will stroke your back from your shoulders and the backs of your upper arms down to the
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small of your back. Then I will caress the backs of your calves and thighs, the latter with especial attention to the tender insides. Finally I will explore the contours of your bottom, testing the firmness of the fesh, fitting my hand to the swell of the rump rising before me, enjoying the idea that soon I will smack it, hard. I will trace the line separating the cheeks, test your tiny anal cherry with a finger, and eventually explore the gap between your legs. I shall be interested to see if you are juicing yet at the surface, in anticipation.
	Then, when you least expect it the first spank. Firm, crisp, and aloud crack. How will you react? 1 shall enjoy the quickly flushing skin marking the imprint of my hand, I shall hear you react-a gasp, an Ooooh, Aaaah, or an imprecation? And I shall see the involuntary movements of your arse, a tautening of the muscles as the hips thrust forward in reaction, then their momentary and involuntary relaxation afterwards-the point at which 1 shall deliver the second spank. Just as you try to assess the first, how much does it hurt-more than you thought, or less, the second one arrives in a different place. You will expect a third in short order, but no, 1 may wait to watch the reaction. I might just stroke the tenderized skin and watch you shiver. The next smack, the third arrives just where the first wasredoubled heat. And so it will go on, each spank where and when you least expect it. If this is truly your first lover's spanking 1 shall be quite gentle, but can 1 rely on you to tell me the truth? The first spanks will be love taps, nothing more. A firm smack, a quick sting, warmth, and then within the minute no residual effect. I will divide up the dose you have deserved, ney, asked for, into groups of six to ten. After each group you will describe how your bum feels, loud enough for the wimp to hear, and I will check the state of your cunt. Each group will be harder than the rest. You can call the spanking off at any time, but you must use the liberty words `gimme cock,' otherwise pleas to cease will be
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ignored. The final group of spanks will attract special treatment. I shall use the flannel to wet your lovely flushed, heated, juicy globes. Thus you will get a wet spanking (and I will rewet you every other spank.) When I have finished you must stay where you are until I let you go free.
	When I release you, your first job is to take of the wimp's blindfold and show him your hot little ass, and make sure he sees your aching slopping slot, so bend tightly over so he gets a clear view.
	Once that is done, come over to me, kneel between my legs, and kiss my cock to show you have no hard feelings. Then use your hands, your mouth and your tongue to get me to a crisis, but don't let it boil over or you will be over my knee for ten fast smackers. I'm very sensitive, and by now I'll be right on the edge, so your ass will really be at risk, take care. When I tell you OK, head for the bed and get your bum up, legs apart, head on the sheets while I make a very slow penetration. I'm going right to the root in one stroke, but not in any hurry. As soon as I'm buried you can collapse on your tum. I love the look of a (spanked) bent, taut bum and gaping cunt wet with waiting, but once I'm in I find it easier to control the fuck lying horizontal, the flesh of the bottom flexing under the strokes, legs spread lewdly wide. I shall enjoy the view of your elegant back, I shall kiss your arms and shoulders. I shall be close to your ears so that I can call you a tight-cunted hot-assed housewife who would give Messalina a run for her money. The slut with a slot so hot it burns off her knickers. The teenage tart at heart, who just loves to have her friends watch through the windows as she gets screwed in a holiday cabin. I shall whisper in your ears that you should raise your hips a little, because 1 want to let my hand tease the outside of your cunt, stroke the insides of your thighs, and tease out your clitoris for squeezing and rubbing. My fingers may join my cock inside you, and I shall love
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to hear your whimpers as I draw my cock right out to the tip of your cunt entrance before the next stroke. The first time I do this my lovers usually think 1 am withdrawing, but they soon learn the exquisite joys of slow deep stroking with vaginal titillation. My other hand I shall use to stroke your flank from the side of your breast to your waist, round the sides of your hips, backstroking for a lingering caress of the fullsomeness of your bum, then on down the backs and sides of your thighs as far as I can reach, and slowly back again. When our joint crisis begins to arrive, then I shall place both hands beneath you, thumbs kneading your swollen mons veneris, hands and fingers grasping the insides of your thighs just below the cunt so that I have a perfect grip with which to deliver the final fast thrusts, pressing my engorged cock deep within you and feeling your frantic thrusting pelvis weaving and squirming beneath me, desperate for every last inch of penetration, every possible square inch of sensation. I shall tell you to move that hot ass or I'll come out and warm it up again. Hot jets of sperm squirting into you, my shudders and gasps, your own orgasmic anguish flooding through you. Then we shall be two gently heaving lovers, gentle pulses of a still stiff penis, wetly enmeshed in the oven-hot sopping vortex within you, not yet ready to relinquish its hold on the external ravisher that invaded.
	We have fucked each other with great joy and abandonment. Do you now regret being spanked, I think not. How does your delicious little butt feel now? Tight, delightfully warm and not a bit sore. And did not the temporary pain drive you to additional heights of ecstasy? But you are still hot for cock, a girl like you isn't content with a single plunging, she can go on for hours, and you will, given the chance. Whatever inhibitions you may have felt will be totally overcome now. We shall return to the living room, arms round each other's waists, snuggling and nuzzling with the

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love of pure lust. Another shot of that Riesling, when well-chilled its little short of perfection, then let `him' see your wet distended slot. As you bend over in front of him I'll give your bum a playful spank or two.
	Now is the time. My cock is still wet with your come and you will show him how you suck cock. Right in front of him you will suck me hard and long, enjoying the taste of yourself, sometimes licking my balls. I shall hold your head and control the crisis, and you will explore every inch of that cock, 1 shall want to feel your teeth, your lips and your tongue, and when I decide to come you will swallow every little drop. When you have finished with me get his cock out, if its big enough to be let out on its own, and tie a red ribbon round it.
	Now I will have you lie back along the broad wide back back of your sofa, (or something similar), lazy legs dangling, nipples erected, tummy quite fiat, but the rise of your juicy mons blatantly showing itself, and the wet folds of your private treasures glistening like succulent folds drenched with dew. The recent distention, so vigorously enjoyed left a narrow, dark, inviting core to your being. I shall expand on the pleasures of your body and its exhibited beauty. As an amateur artist I have drawn the nude, and am constantly enchanted by the endless subtleties of the human, and particularly the female form. (Still, I have drawn the male figure with great pleasure as well). Perhaps 1 will brush you with your hairbrush (it's a gorgeous sensation on the skin), or I may browse with my lips, and tease with my tongue. 1 shall make my way to that private haven, and taste the juices lingering there. 1 shall probe with gentle fingers and flexible tongue between the folds, up high in search of that stiff little clitoris, wet red with anticipation. First a tongue touch, then an inquistive lick, an enfolding of the whole by open lips, the tongue lashing the erected lady, then teeth gently, Oh so gently closing around it and drawing up to the tip, my wet lips repairing the scraping of the teeth. Then back down, up

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and down, back and forth, can your sensitivity stand the infliction. Will your hands be forcing my head deeper and harder onto your core? If so my tongue will plunge suddenly into the wet depths of your cunt. I shall thrust as deep as 1 can into that contracting passage, while my hands caress your legs, your hips and wind round to your hot tightly-stretched little bottom. My finger will test the dark tight hole behind as my tongue plunges in out at the front. I don't think you will be able to resist.
	Will you try the liberty word, "gimme cock", desperate for just that. If so it will work. I will help you down to the floor, lift your rump and hips so your hot wet quim stares at my rampant machine. I will place the tip at the entrance, and then I will lean forward, very slowly letting my weight insert the full stiff length of my penis deep into your waiting vagina. Your husband will see the `safe' exhibitionist in action, piping hot, uncontrollably horny, panting for a cunt full of cock. We shall give him a real show, for 1 shall pull out, lie on my back, and hold my prong straight up. We will both watch as you impale yourself upon it, and give yourself the fucking of your life. I shall hold your tits, massaging them the more roughly, the faster you go. You will come in your own time. Will you finally lie limp upon me for a final nibbling, for me to eventually grow slack within you? Ahh, those final moments of adulterated lust, no final reckoning just total relaxation.
	Clean up. The two of us in the shower washing every inch of each other, now so familiar. I shall dress. You will dress just as before, and you will take me back to the coffee shoppe where we met. You will show me your lovely ravished body one final time before we part, a tender lover's kiss upon our lips, wet thoughts, and two backward glances. You to walk with a hot bum rubbing the inside of your coat. When will you unstrap him?

	But there was no reply.
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	Maybe I shouldn't have made the spanking such a big thing, too much too soon, and it put her off. Probably all she wanted was an evening in a plush motel room acting as a nude maid to a guy and his friends, serving drinks, bending down to do the dusting. Send them all away after they've had a good look at the mobile bits. "Watch how you drive." They all scamper round to the window on the forest side, the curtains purposely left parted. Then they watch her being taken from the rear as she bends over to pull down the covers on the bed. A stiff shaft quickly sunk, deep moans, dirty talk in her ear "Get your arse on the move, faster, you hot house bitch-those guys want to see you get fucked" that sort of stuff. Plenty of action for the lads, I suppose I could keep an erection up in front of a male audience, especially with hot slot on show.
	Of course I had thought of taking a mistress-which is easier said than than done in a small respectable town. The taking wouldn't be so hard (sorry), its the finding that is so difficult. Its gotten to the point that I don't think my wife, who no longer wants sex, would actually mind too much. She'd be more offended if I fell in love with someone else's mind. Of course, that's a really stopper. How do you tell a girl--we can screw all you like for you're a lot dumber than my wife"?

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CHAPTER #2

An advertisement, a meeting, and a spanking

	So I composed my own advertisement.
	Happily married WM 48, 150lbs seeks slender female, any age, for mutual hand-spankings and delicious afters. Prefer cute bum and small tits, but all considered. Photo requested. Box 69 etc.
	I was pleased with my fluent grasp of the lingo gained from perusal of the appropriate newspapers. I thought I'd better go for the mutual in this modern age, along with honesty about being happily married. I am. And the small tits was a nice touch, I do like small ones anyway, they have greater sensitivity and are much more easily teased. So many guys seem to demand big monster D cups that the small girls with B's
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and even A's get neglected, but when they get attention they are much more grateful.
	The advertisement produced a rash of gentlemen, all of the opinion that their own cute bum was an adequate solution. They didn't mention the size of their tits and their idea of what should be considered `afters' didn't fit in with my plans at all. Indeed `fitting in' seemed to be exactly what they had in mind, and they seemed not to mind if it was theirs, or mine, very eucumenical of them. Then there was what they proposed to do to my ass with their studded belts and paddles. Seems they couldn't read, I had definitely mentioned hands, not to mention females.
	I did get replies from three ladies. The first to arrive was just a phone number. I tried it, to discover than Samantha was indeed available, in a fully-equipped dungeon at a price that was as crippling as the things her phone ad offered to do to my ass. The second was a very well-built piano teacher whose photos revealed a figure tumbling over in all directions. She admitted she was not (now) slender. Even with her legs spread either side of the piano stool it was hard to discern a figure. She explained that while she was happy to trade `tit for tat' as she put it, in consideration of her hands which she needed for her trade, she herself was accustomed to make use of a broad metal ruler. She hurried on to explain that she was extremely experienced and that therefore this need occasion no worry. She really liked my `cheeky' advert and urged me to reply quickly. She enquired about the size of my `dong'. She herself needed something over six inches, in view of the fullness of her figure, or she achieved little satisfaction. If I couldn't offer this please don't reply. Assuming that that was satisfactory, not only was she hot to trot, she said, but if we `got on' she had several female `pupils' to whom she could introduce me-all experienced at playing the organ. That sounded promising if I could stomach the surplus blubber-perhaps her pu
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pils were slenderer than she. Still the photo was no come on, so he put it on the back burner. At the price of a slight to himself he could let her think he couldn't reach six inches. But the idea of her `pupils' was still appealing
	The third letter was a long one from a twenty three year old woman. It was written very carefully on plain white paper, although the quality of the writing began to decline a bit in passages where the writer clearly got very excited. It was very apologetic. She could only provide photos of herself in a bathing suit and a photobooth snap of wistful slender face, framed in red hair, a small mouth, a tiny nose, and blue eyes well apart. She took that one specially, she said. She was sorry she didn't have any without her clothes on but she didn't have that sort of camera (one that developed them while you waited) and she had nobody she would trust to take them. She wasn't sure what I'd think a `cute bum' was, she thought hers was small, but fleshy, and it did seem to stick out nicely. The bathing suit revealed a slender girl with a quite delightful bum, though the cut of the suit didn't flatter it particularly. She thought her breasts were small, her girl friends said she was flat, but though she said it herself they seemed quite nice in profile, especially as her tummy was hard and flat, and her waist narrow. In the photos her breasts did seem to be small, a least they didn't jump out at you. I got the impression they were broadly-based, but lacked a full swell. They'd fill out if she got eroticised, I knew that. I love the feel of tits twitching into action. Her nipples could be seen clearly through the material. So far so good. And further was better. She confessed she'd never been spanked, or anything like that, for she'd grown up living just with her mother. Her Dad had run away years before.
	But she'd found a book on a bus coming back from the city and gotten so engrossed she'd almost missed her stop. It was a series of episodes in which pretty
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girls got caned, birched, whipped, and terrible things done to them. She was really ashamed but it it really turned her on. She'd read the whole book when she got home that night, and she'd had to look after herself several times. She'd tried to smack her own bum with her hand, a leather belt she had, and a coat hanger she'd bent straight. Her hand, the belt and hanger each felt ever so different, and she got so excited she dripped between the legs. But she didn't think it was like having someone do it to you. Thinking about that made her feel funny all over. She had found more of the books in Skoob's bookstore. She was surprised, she didn't think they'd have that sort of book. It took her a week to get the nerve to buy two of them and the girl looked at her queerly and had wanted her name and address for the receipt. Said they used them to develop mailing lists. Odd she thought, but she didn't buy books that often and perhaps they'd changed the rules. Anyway she'd looked her straight in the eye, and said she needed them for research she had to do on abuse of women (well it was true wasn't it?). Those books were just like the others, some of the same girls in fact, and almost the same stories. They still turned her on, but she wanted something different. She knew she needed the real thing.
	She'd bought the sex newspaper at random (well it had the least sexy cover, though that wasn't saying much) at a newsagent in town and found my ad. She thought I sounded much nicer than the other guys who wanted to spank girls, and I offered to let her do it too. She wasn't sure, but she thought she might want to. Anyway she could try it, and if she didn't want to, well then I could just spank her, and she wouldn't care provided it turned out she wanted it. She wanted to be sure I'd stop if she asked me to. She wasn't really worried, she knew it was bound to hurt, and her bottom would get hot, but she didn't know what a lot would be like. Those books had girls' bottoms thrashed badly

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for hours. She was sure that was impossible, it must be an exaggeration. She had smacked herself ten times quite hard in the same place and she could bear that OK. It was just a tiny bit sore, then hot, and actually quite nice and toasty after a bit, and even that made her horny. She supposed that I'd smack her all over her bum, and in different places, so actually she might be able to take a lot. Wouldn't my hand get sore? I bet that's why they use paddles, and rulers, and stuff like that.
	Oh dear, she'd been rambling on, hadn't she. Well, at least I could see she was excited by it. She begged me to meet her, or at least to write back and tell her where to come and find me. Such a small city, yet where was I? Oh, she forgot. The `sweet afters.' Did that mean fucking? She knew she would need lots of fucking if she got spanked. She hadn't been fucked for ages, and it hadn't been very good even them. She just knew it must be better than that really. Anyways she hadn't had much and she thought she was still quite tight (men liked that didn't they?), but she knew she'd be sopping wet if she so much as bent over my knee.
	To finish with, did I want to know she always went round the house quite bare. Her Mum did too. Except when her Mum had her fella in, then they both acted respectable. But her Mum was the lucky one. She had heard them in the bedroom. I don't think my Mum gets her bum smacked, even though its quite like mine. And she'd soon see if she did, the marks would show, wouldn't they?
	It was signed,
	Yours to be smacked, Jennifer.

	Well, that blew me away. After that I had to thrash my cock to eject the juices and change my underwear. I could hardly write for trembling. Don't blow this one I thought. This is what I wrote back to her.

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My dear Jennifer,

	What a wonderful surprise to receive your letter and to know that there are open-minded, adventurous women like you out in the world. What a surprise for you to discover the nature and depth of your feelings. 1 can see that you are greatly excited and rightly so. Self-revelation comes rarely, and in your case there may still be much to learn. As you may imagine your letter greatly affected me, and like yourself, I have had nobody to share my feelings with, at least not until you wrote.
	I must tell you at once how absolutely lovely your figure is. I have never been one for excesses, and although I must confess to a predilection for neat and well-rounded rumps, I do not seek out those which carry fullness to excess. Your lithe slenderness is perfectly suited to my taste, I am .sure we will get on splendidly. I can see that below a modest and gentle exterior there is an uninhibited lady with truly erotic sensibilities anxious to explore the limits of her sensuality. I trust you will find the enclosed photograph satisfying. You do not mention your taste in men so I must hope that I come close enough to your ideal to tantalise you. I also enclose a drawing I have done of myself in a state of arousal, in fact achieved by reading your letter. I might have held back from sending it if I did not sense from your letter your sensual openness-] hope that just as your letter excited me, mine will cause you to thrill. Do 1 sense stiffening breasts, erecting nipples, and a dampening down below?
	I have the books you mention, or some like them. I think you are quite right about the excesses. Nobody could endure such continual whipping and birching, night and day°, and without a break. The bruises front a good hard caning would .surely last for days, probably over a week, and the welts would be very painful for several days. The agony of being whipped with a

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riding crop, or thrashed with vinegar-steeped birches on top of all that would, I am sure, induce trauma beyond the recall of sal volatile. It is just a sadistic fantasy, and like yourself I am almost ashamed that it causes such outrageous lust in me.
	Of course, you have to remember that the more jaded the sexual appetite, the more extreme the stimulus needed. That, I am sure, accounts for much of the writing. Carefully written, much less beating in a truly erotic atmosphere, should produce equally orgasmic results-that is to say quality, not quantity counts. The cheap novelist fills his lines with the Ohhhhhhhhs and Wahhhhhs brought about by repeated vicious cuts of the thick bamboo cane to the base of the bottom, and elsewhere.
	On the other hand of course, one gentle smack, even on the tenderest of pale silky-skinned bottoms brings no great peak of ecstasy. And a hand can scarely cover the fullness of a rounded rump, unless its a tiny bottom and a huge hand. Those of us who are average must perforce use several smacks just to cover the entire flesh of a bared bottom. Perhaps between six and ten are needed to ensure a once-over coverage. Remember that there are two delightful globes to be attended to, not to mention the upper flanks, flaring sides, and the upper thighs, just below the crease of the bottom where it joins the legs. Then, to get a hot glowing pink bum, and to stimulate the nerves between the legs, these once-over smacks must be repeated several times. It is advisable, too, for there to be small rest periods between groups of spanks. This rest serves several purposes. It prolongs the spanking, which, when it is applied by mutual consent as an aphrodisiac to lovemaking, allows the excitement and stimulation on the part of both the spanker and the spankee to build to the point where they are both frantically lustful. It allows the bottom to be inspected to make sure that the spank distribution is even, (for deep pain for punish
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ment is not our purpose), and it allows, as the books we have both read say, for the bottom cheeks, legs and the intimate areas between to be 'manualised.' This means of course that fingers can tease lines across hot tender fesh, and seek out the private petals of the dampening cunt, or the raging cock, to check the level of engorgment. Finally, it is only proper that the spanker enquire of the squirming and willing victim whether he/she is OK, or at least provide an opportunity for the 'liberty' word to be spoken. This is especially important towards the end of a spanking when the pain, and the heat from the pain begins to accumulate and is quite noticeable.
	In early encounters it is best, however, to have an agreed number of total spanks that is acceptable to the spankee, and which is within, or not too far beyond what has been previously borne. The advantage of this method is that the final cluster of spanks should be parting shots, a little harder than previously. This signals the end, and provides a climax to the epsiode, one where the spankee might really wish to `let go' by shouting, knowing that the end is near.
	The 'liberty' word should be carefully chosen-it must not be one the willing victim might use as part of the vocalisation accompanying the spanking. It must be short, clear and not readily confused with any other word. Its use should also be agreed. Will it mean `STOP RIGHT NOW IT'S WORSE THAN 1 THOUGHT' or will it mean `I'M NEARLY THERE, TEN MORE GOOD ONES AND STOP.' For beginners the first is best, but once both partners are more used to each other the latter is preferable for it allows the balance of the entire spanking to be controlled better.
	You will see dear Jennifer, and how I long to meet you, that I have given very careful consideration to the matter of how we shall conduct ourselves. 1 maintain the offer of my advertisement, and l ask that you choose who will be spanked first. You are no wimp, so I sug
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gest that we begin with forty spanks each, and since you are young and tender, in both hand and bottom, and I am older and horny (in two senses) I think you should bring a hairbrush, 1 will use my hand. In time, and if all goes well, we may develop scenarios, but I think in this first instance it should be a plain oldfashioned affair, over the knee, down with the knickers or underpants, and off we go. 1 suspect we are both very excited by the prospect, when it is all over we will compare notes (and glowing bottoms)-nestled nicely nude in the aftermath of a good solid fuck! I noticed that you liked plain language, and that you know what you want and will need. That is an attitude I like.
	First, however, it will be easier to settle the final details, of where, when, and what the liberty words will be, if we meet beforehand. I suggest the Donut Shoppe at the corner of King and Queen, 10 o'clock any morning next week and the next until we effect a meeting. I don't know your schedule so I hope you can work round that.

	Yours, with a friendly spank, you know where (and bare),
	Keith

	It isn't hard to guess that I was at the Donut Shoppe sharp on Monday morning, and I'll be quite honest, I could hardly restrain my cock, even though if she did turn up I wasn't going to be able to put her over my knee there and then!
	Devastation! She didn't come that day, nor the next two. By Thursday I was quite dejected and not a little impatient, even though I had set the timetable myself. If she failed to come again I was going to go and read a vigorous bared-ass caning in one of my secret cache of books, just to cheer myself up. Of course I should have remembered the mail, it was so slow she didn't get the letter until late on Tuesday (as I discovered

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later). She had to arrange for time off her job on the pretext of a doctor's appointment on Thursday. Well, I do have a PhD, so it made an honest girl of her, inadvertently.
	I was sat supping a large coffee and eying the waitress, who for once was nice to look at, slim and lively with a hint of hidden voluptousness, with thick dark hair, when Jennifer arrived, quite suddenly it seemed. She was, as I knew, red-haired; a rich auburn with long flowing curls, longer than the photograph. She was smaller than I'd imagined, quite petite in fact, 5' 1 " and a squeak (as she put it), and 107 lb (as they put it in the ads). She hadn't mentioned her statistics in the letter. She wore a slightly transparent sleeveless white blouse with a deep v-neck plunging to the cleft of her breasts and which just revealed a skimpy white lace bra. I deduced that the bra was more for show than necessity, for it left the tops of her breasts quite bare (beneath the blouse), and as I suspected (and was able to confirm first hand later) her breasts, although a trifle small for some tastes, were quite firm and needed no help in supporting themselves. To complement this tantalising top she wore a wrap around pleated green/grey skirt, which stopped about three inches above her knees. When she sat, her slender and gentlymuscled legs, were bare from well above the knee to the ankle. She wore white leather sandals with a medium heel, and when I followed her later I saw that it had the effect of making her lean brown legs look exquisitely elegant.
	"You must be Keith, I recognised you easily. Jennifer. "
	I stood. It seemed odd to shake hands, but that is what we did. She had a firm handshake, and when our hands parted, quite slowly, she ran her fingers up my bare arm to my elbow. I countered this in turn by taking her elbow in my hand and helping her to sit down. All the while we looked into each other's eyes. Hers were

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sparkling, and there was a quizzical smile at the ends of her mouth.
	I called over the waitress and she took our orders demurely, quickly and efficiently and then left. She was quite a treat herself.
	"You look very lovely," I said to Jennifer, my manners fully oiled.
	She looked round the room. There was only an old geezer at the far end, buried in a tabloid and smothered in fag smoke. The waitress was filling our order.
	"Thank you. I wasn't sure what to wear to a spanking," she whispered loudly, and dissolved into a

giggle.
I decided that with her boldness was OK.
	"As little as possible, especially in some places. Are you expecting one today?" I asked, a little surprised, for I had thought this meeting was merely a prelude to set times and dates. But I could think fast if I had to.
	"Oh, yes. I've been dying for it for ages, and the other too! Oh dear, won't you be free, it never occurred to me! You see the house will be empty all day so it will be OK."
	I wasn't going to pass this up. I spoke in a low clear voice.
	"Don't worry, I'm free, I just imagined you'd want to look me over and be quite sure and all that."
	"I'm quite sure. I liked your letter, very thoughtful, and it got me really hot. And I had a good look at you through the window before I came in. You were eyeing the waitress. I bet you want to spank her too."
	"Well, the thought had crossed my mind."
	"I know it had. I don't mind though! "
	We talked of this and that and then I said that we had better fix the `liberty' words. I had said they should be short and brief so why not cunt for me and cock for her. "Fine" she said "I really don't think of them as dirty words, just as straightforward ones." I had to agree, and then we were both quiet for a moment as

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we took our coffee orders and exchanged pleasantries with the waitress. Jennifer was incorrigible for she chatted freely, remarked on the fine warm weather, and told the waitress with a conspiratorial smile that we had met here for the first time, and were shortly going back to her place for the day, all alone together. I was almost choking but managed to hide it. The waitress wished us a good time and said she wouldn't be free till two in the afternoon, she didn't like being cooped up inside. "Have a nice day," she said, with quite a conspiratorial smile of her own. My eyes followed her gently flexing rear as she returned to the counter.
	When we were alone I said, "Wasn't that a bit risque, why did you tell her all that?"
	Jennifer said, "Nothing ventured, nothing gained, I wanted to see her reaction and besides, I thought you fancied her. She looks alright to me."
	"I do, but right now my mind is on you."
	"I'm glad to hear it, but wouldn't you like two girls twice as well as one?"
	"You are ambitious."
	"Well, perhaps that's true," said Jennifer, "You must be bringing out the racy side of me. It doesn't seem to matter what I say, I'm really bold! Anyway, talk is free."
	I had noticed that she was well spoken, in contrast to the lowclass style of her letter. I said so. She admitted she had done it as a come-on, as an alter ego, and because she hoped to turn me on with it. I said it had done just that.
	I took it that everything in my letter met with her approval, for she had made no attempt to bring any matters up. She agreed. I said, "So, will it be ladies first in the spanking stakes?"
	"Certainly", she replied. "You spank me first, then it will be my turn to baste you. I do have a handy hair brush so I'm taking you up on your offer. Also, you can lie over a thick stiff bolster on my bed, it will be
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easier for me than trying to fit you over my knee. As you can see I'm not very big. Besides, I may not be too keen to sit down right away!" With this remark she gurgled a happy low laugh, and said she must go to the ladies room.
	While she was away I ruminated over her feisty personality, a definite plus over what I had expected, and looked around for the waitress, for I was hoping to see her bum in profile as she passed a gap in the counter. But I could only hear her busy with some task in the back room. I was already quite hard in response to all the sexual innuendos floating in the air, not to mention the visual treats I was getting and the workout my imagination was giving itself. I could feel my tool bent over and straining to straighten in my underwear and I knew I was beginning to seep semen at the tip. I gave it a few muscular flexes and a quick manual squeeze through the cloth of my pants. I wasn't a practiced masturbater for nothing.
	When Jennifer returned she proposed that we go directly to her home. Her mother would be out until six, and the house was a ranch house in the country, set amongst trees and nicely isolated. There was also a large pool-their one luxury-where we could skinny dip. Sounded good to me, and with my heartbeat racing I followed her home and parked behind her in the double drive. It certainly was isolated, the next houses were half a block away on either side of the country road. You couldn't see the pool at the back for the sides of the house were set close with mature shrubs and beyond with orchard. I could just see a narrow path leading to a side door.
	She gave me a tour of the yard and then the house. The pool was completely isolated, and of remarkable size-a full forty feet long with proper deep end and small springboard. There was a generous patio area within the pool limits at the house end, well supplied with chairs and mattresses. Vines and creepers fes
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tooned the regulation five foot chain link fence, and above them either mature trees or properly pruned cherry trees blocked the view outwards. It was very private. She told me to sit and wait while she brought a drink. She came back with two large brandies! We enjoyed the silent country air, if you discounted the distant drone of a tractor, and the row the birds were making. The house air conditioner was chuntering along just round the corner. I was pleased about that, sex can get altogether uncomfortable if there is too much sweat around-especially if you are trying to act cool.
	She said, in a delightful deep gurgle, "We can skinny dip later, it will too distracting if we do it now. Its nearly time for skinny spanking." Although I started all this, she seemed to have it all planned out! Well, why not let her have her way. We dawdled a little longer, and enjoyed looking at each other, and me especially at her. I could see the upper bare roundness of her firm small breasts, the narrow waist, and because she sat shamelessly with her legs splayed apart I could see a good deal of her smooth, tanned, inner thighs before the shaded gloom under her skirt hid what I was hoping to see. She read my thoughts, it wasn't hard.
	"Naughty, naughty, all in good time, you will see it all later. Greedy boy."
	"It is you who is naughty, that's no way for wellbred young lady to sit before a strange man. You know better than that."
	"Are you a stranger? Anyway a real gentleman would avert his eyes. Come on, you've finished that brandy, come and see the inside."
	There wasn't a lot to see in a plain three-bed ranch house, and we left her mother's door, on the other side of the house from hers, unexplored. So we quickly arrived at her room, with my heart pounding with a mounting excitement.
	Her bedroom looked out over the pool in the back. The room was of moderate size, and I noticed immedi
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ately that it contained a full length mirror at the end of a double bed, or rather a low frame futon and an abundance of cushions, pillows and bolsters. One particularly stiff-looking bolster already seemed to beckon me. It must be the one Jennifer proposed to lie me over, my cock jabbing in its side, while she blasted my bare bum with her hair brush. More seepage, I could always tell when it was happening. I also noticed a low armless chair, and in the corner there was a television and a VCR.
	"A penny for your thoughts," said Jennifer, and jerked me out of my reverie for I had been quiet while she chattered away during the house tour.
	"A nice setup you have here," I remarked, "modest, efficient but welcoming. I fancy I recognize that bolster you mentioned. "
	"Yes, and chair's for me, if that is how you want me. Or we could use the bolster for me if you wish. But I think the chair is more apropos for a naughty girl like me, don't you? More like the way its done in the books," and she flounced her hips, looked at me saucily and put her the tip of her tongue out between her lips.
	"Yes," I said, "and its high time you met your come-uppance." I pulled her to me, held her tight around the waist with one arm, and grabbed the back of her head with other. I kissed her firmly on the mouth.
	"That's one thing you've been wanting, and now you've had it. But there is more coming, and quite different. Now you obey me, or my hand will fall heavy, do you understand?" I said all this forcefully in the authoritative voice I normally reserve for large noisy classes.
	"Yes, oh yes," she said in a small voice. "What must I do? What are you going to do to me?"
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young waitress think. I was sure she knew how to behave properly. Her remark about `what to wear for a spanking' had been loud enough for the patrons to hear, indeed I was sure that the old geezer had slopped his coffee at that moment, and it was quite enough to give him a heart attack-especially in this staid city.
	"It isn't true," she tried to protest, "he was as deaf as a post. "
	But I wouldn't let her finish, "And now you are arguing with your betters. You will have to be spanked," I remarked nonchalantly
	"You aren't going to spank me?" she whimpered interrogatively, but quietly, almost to herself.
	"Yes, I am, and what is more you are going to undress. You must offer yourself contritely, in a state of nature, over my knee. Remove that blouse to begin with." I was quite firm.
	"But I can't be naked in front of a strange man."
	I reminded her that she herself had implied I was not a strange man. Besides she was twenty three, I was sure she sunbathed nude, and I didn't doubt she taken off more than her raincoat for several young men with nary a thought of the impropriety. As she was objecting to stripping before me, then it could only mean that she feared would not forget this particular session, which was what I intended. I said I had decided on forty spanks, with my own hand, delivered in groups of ten, but they wouldn't necessarily be regular. It was important for me to assess her obeisance and her progress.
	"If there is any more objection and procrastination I shall add ten more spanks, Now remove that blouse and stop pretending you are shy." I looked at her fiercely, as I was well able. Now I had the patter line going it was much easier. Long practice in the lecture room had taught me spin out thin material for minutes on end. I thought she was acting up very well.
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pet rabbit about to be scragged. But she slowly unbuttonned her blouse, slipped it off, folded it and then came and gave it to me. She looked me straight in the eyes, her delicious little breasts heaving within the skimpy cups of her bra, and asked me if I would be so kind as to unhook her brassiere as her fingers were trembling. She turned round and waited as I unhooked it and slid the thin straps down over her lean smooth brown shoulders and along her arms. It fell away at the front I knew.
	"Stay like that" I said as I placed it on her blouse. "Put your hands on your head and turn round." That surprised her I think, for when she faced me her eyes were a little less certain in the playacting defiance. But I was enjoying the way her small, round, normally slightly flattened, breasts were thrusting upwards and outwards. They were already engorged with excitement. The nipples were erected to an enormous length. Later I found them to be the length of the end of my thumb, and extraordinary sensitive. I was glad to see she was out of control. She might still look demure and collected, an innocent abroad, a virgin about to be ravished, but we both could tell she was off and running.
	I was dying to fall upon those tender tits, to knead them, rub them, drive her to total distraction as I knew I easily could. Instead I told her, "You have a lovely straight back, and breasts which are picture of provocation. But I will not be distracted. Now remove that skirt." In truth her slender, unaffected elegance took my breath away.
	I thought she was about to refuse. Her movements were so slow that I was not at all sure she meant to obey. Her penetrating blue eyes never left mine, no sign marked her face, other than the deep distress of her complete, and pretended, humiliation. She was teasing me to the utttermost limit. She was breathing deeply and while her hands fiddled tantalisingly behind her back at the clasp of her skirt, her lovely breasts jiggled
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ever so slightly. They were firm and resilient, almost a match for my cock, now straining as never before within my trousers.
	Very slowly she opened the back of her skirt, I could see the slackening of the tension at the front, and more slowly still she lowered it over her hips, at the same time opening the wrap. More and more gentle brown flesh was revealed, a continuous sweep of perfect flesh. Eventually she reached the full width of her slender hips. She paused, looked at me with quizzical eyes, then continued the agonisingly slow descent and the unwrapping. Suddenly it became clear that she worn nothing beneath. Not a scrap. No underskirt, no panties. When she had cleared her hips she let the skirt drop suddenly, and stepped out of it, away from me, but still looking at me.
	"Well, young lady. I see I was right about you. You behaved in a cheap and vulgar way by wearing no underclothes in public. Corrective measures are needed. Place that skirt with the other clothes, then come here."
	I enjoyed the sight of her bending and moving. When she came to me I could see that by now she really was nervous, despite her play acting. She had introduced a twist to challenge and thrill me, and she wondered how it would work out. Well, I could play the twist too. I would.
	I made her turn round, merely for the sheer joy of seeing her nude body, her small round bottom with a nice wide cleft, the lean legs with a wide gap between the legs, the clean sweep of her figure, endless delicate curves sculpted in a perfect complexion, and all slightly browned. Best of all she had shaved her pubic hair. She was utterly bare, completely mine. I had never felt so deliciously depraved.
	I told her, "Place yourself over my knee, and don't dawdle. "
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and balanced on her toes where they touched the floor. Her hands were flat on the floor before her. I learnt later she had practiced with bolsters until she was sure she had what I would want.
	I said, "I am pleased to see you place yourself correctly, but I am a little surprised that one of your pretended modestly knows the position so well, not you will admit, a modest one."
	She said very simperingly, "I knew you wanted me to do it right. You won't hurt my bum too much will you?" she asked plaintively, although she knew there would no discussion of that matter.
	I said to her sternly, for wearing no knickers the last ten spanks are going to be extra hard, and her bottom was going to be wetted for them. Did she understand. She did, she nodded that she did, and I felt her hips heave slightly against my legs, a slight thrust from her toes. "Keep still," I intoned.
	I was in no hurry to begin, the sight before me was altogether too gorgeous to despoil immediately. My eyes, and then my palm and my fingers, ran the length of her body, flowing with the gentle curving contours which led down her back into the waist, and then upwards out and round her rear. The perfect firm fleshy offering presented to me was immaculate. I placed my fingers in the central crack, my thumb to the side and I squeezed the flesh causing it to bulge up slightly. I moved my hand over and enjoyed the other cheek. Then I replaced my hand on the cheek. nearest to me and slid the hand down the bottom until my fingers trailed along the inside flesh of her thighs and my thumb was running along the outside of thigh. I let my hand model itself to the contours of her leg as far as I could reach. I repeated the action on the other side, but brought my hand back up the inside of the leg nearest to me. When I reached the gap between her legs I allowed the side of my fingers to slide down and between them. As I quickly encountered the moist outer folds of her quim,

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I let the tip of my index finger run along the slit, trying only to part the folds, but not to make entrance. I pressed firmly as I reached the far end as my finger ran onto the fleshy pad of her shaven mound. Then I retraced my steps letting the finger stop and start, rub and probe as it went.
	She was quite unable to control her reactions to these digital explorations, her legs parted, the bared rump contracted and relaxed several times, almost involuntarily it seemed, and eventually the whole pelvis area tried press itself onto my hand.
	"Keep still, young lady, I am trying to ensure that you are not using this discipline as a means to provide yourself with perverse pleasure."
	I decided to prepare her for the spanking. My left hand reached across her waist and around to grasp the top side of her hip where it joined the waist. I tapped my right hand firmly on the under side of each cheek, then on the crest, and finally round the outer slopes and on the top slopes where the targeted globes ran seemlessly into the dip of her waist. I told her that these were the places where the spanks would land. I was now ready, and decided not to warn her. She thought I was still feeling her, instead I landed a firm smack on the base of her right cheek. There was a nice smacking noise, a gasp she tried to control, more of surprise than of pain, and a contraction of the buttocks. I loved to see them clench together tightly down the middle, and then relax. As they relaxed I landed the mirror image on her left cheek. This time she controlled herself, but the bum contracted all the same. I knew that she would not allow herself to shriek or shout, she wasn't that sort of girl. She would be as noiseless as she could, but being as horny as she must be by now, there was not going to be a lot she could do about her muscular reactions.
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group of spanks, to ten, were designed to be quite gentle, so there would be little initial pain, just a little stinging lasting for a minute or so. I knew this for I had experimented on myself at some length. Thus I knew that I would have little immediate chance of much reaction. She would resist me, I must tread carefully.
	The next four smacks I distributed more or less as I had originally indicated, although not in that order, and with irregular intervals between them so that she would be kept guessing. But by the time I had given her six I had covered the bulk of her bottom (luckily I have quite large hands). The next two I landed on the outer side of each cheek overlapping with those delivered earlier on the crest and under side. Each time I enjoyed some sort of muscular twitch as the reaction to the spank, and each time of bright pink hand print marked the lightly tanned skin.
	The final two smacks I delivered quite quickly, but not harder, full upon the crest of each flushed cheek. The bum reaction was a little stronger I noticed, for the area was already slightly tender from previous blows.
	"That was the first ten," I said matter-of-factly. "Is everything satisfactory?" It gave the opportunity for her to call it off, although I knew she wouldn't so soon in the game. At the same time it maintained the pretense that I was spanking her for her own good, and that she was appreciating the moral value of the corrective action she was receiving. Either way the game was maintained. Meanwhile, I continue to stroke her upreared pink rump and unblemished legs, dipping at the end of each stroke into honey pot between her legs and pressing a little harder than previously. The reaction to this was just as it was before, pulsing muscular surges of the hips and a gentle pressing onto my hand.
	"Yer not hurting me Mister. Them smacks wouldn't kill a mozzy on a baby's arse," came the vulgar reply.
	I was sorely tempted to smack very hard, but I resisted. For one thing she was going to go at me with
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a hairbrush, so getting carried away might easily cause me more grief than her! And of course she was deliberately teasing me into a quick hard reaction.
	"Is that so," I replied. "There are plenty more to come, Jennifer, and you will feel each one of them," and I continued to stroke, especially the soft insides of her thighs. When I judged she was relaxed, I raised my hand very quickly as I changed the position of my next caress and gave two fast loud spanks over as much of the fullness of her flushed bottom as I could manage. There was no respite between, and I heard the recalcitrant Jennifer catch her breath, though she tried to hide it. She had grown accustomed a rest between successive spanks, so I left a very short gap and gave her naughty bottom five firm spanks, each in a different place, and separated only by the time it took to select the next target.
	The bright pink bum before me now took on a life of its own. As it tried to adjust to randomly spaced and painful smacks on tender flesh the hips and the muscles where thrown into violent squirming as the contracting and relaxing cheeks tried to dispel the spreading pain. Even Jennifer's toes left the floor as her lean calves flailed upwards.
	"Keep still, my dear, I understood these smacks were not hurting you." I said in as level and as patronising a voice as I could muster. Then as the heaving in front of me calmed a little I gave the final three blows of the second group, hard and quickly. They fell in a line along the base of her bottom from the outside to the inside, a spot as fleshy as her tight little ass and bent over position could offer. They overlapped a good deal so I knew that the re-doubled strokes would build the stinging burning pain along that width of softer flesh. I heard Jennifer draw in her breath as reaction to these vigorous smacks, and I was pleased. I wanted her to acknowledge the attention she was receiving.
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quire of her welfare she did not offer a vulgar witticism or a tart criticism.
	She said, "I done nuthing wrong. You're doing this to get a hard on and to feel me up. You're enjoying it, and you'll come in your pants yer dirty bastard."
	Well I had to admit that she was right on all counts, as she well knew. But I merely replied that she had to be disciplined, as her mother hadn't done it, it was up to me to correct her wilfulness. Clearly she was still in there for the next group of ten. By now I was sure her perfect little taut derriere must be nicely ablaze with the hot stinging that accumulates under repeated spanking.
	Jennifer was still squirming on my hip. Thus time I withdrew my hand and spanked just about as hard as I could. I hit regularly, with two or three seconds between the noisy and now painful landings, and I continued until I had consumed the entire group of ten, it was like wolfing two bars of chocolate, each mouthful feeding the desire for the next. It was the same with the spanks. I knew she'd be tenderized all over and quite sorely tried, though not agonizingly so. Those hard smacking spanks were what we had both worked towards. We had built between us a lusting love and these ten cracks of my hard mature hand on her young, provocative, and willing bared bottom was the beginning of our consummation of that love. I knew well the painful effect I was having. She had no time to measure her reactions, and although she did not cry out I could tell from her breathing that she was working hard, if not outright, to control herself.
	Of course Jennifer's wiggling, and self-animated rear told its own story. Flushed bright scarlet with painful hand prints, that priceless item was beyond control, and as I inflicted my hand on her sweet defenceless ass I was like a little boy kicking footprints in virgin snow. When I stopped I wondered if I had overdone it. I thought not, for the two or three seconds between the
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spanks was quite adequate time for her to call "Gimme cock," and she made no noise of that sort.
	"And now, my dear, you must pay for your earlier indiscretions. Rise from my lap, bring a bowl of tepid water, and a flannel. Be quick, I shall count to ten slowly, and there will be an additional stroke for every number I count past ten if you aren't back."
	Jennifer was off and running, rubbing her bum as she went. I notice that her tits were so stiff and engorged they scarcely wobbled, even though she was hurrying. The nipples stuck out like tentpoles. She was back by before I got to nine, placed the water beside the chair on my left side, and draped herself quickly over my knee. She took the opportunity to spread her legs and rub her pubis on my right thigh as she positioned herself. I let it pass and ran my hand along her sopping wet slot as a surreptitious reward for promptitude.
	I reached down, wet the flannel, and then laid it on her buttocks, first one cheek, then the other pressing firmly as I did so that water would adhere to her skin. Jennifer shivered nervously and squirmed, for even tepid water feels cooler out of the bowl, and by now her rump was well and truly heated. Trickles of water dribbled down from the swelling curves of her bottom: down both sides of her hips, into the back of her waist where a few of them collected, and into the open crack of her bottom and so down to join the moisture already present along her cunt. It tickled of course, and she wriggled around to try and relieve the itch.
	I removed the flannel, tapped the tops of each globular hemisphere, and then spanked very hard on the top of each. Still she offered only a sharp gasp in response, but her whole upper body from the waist to her head jerked up, and her hands left the ground and flailed at her side.
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kiss the huge lateral dimples her bum cheeks made in contraction. But still the only vocal reaction I could get was vigorous puffs, gasps and blows as she strove to resist. I was running out of spanks. Only six more. I decided to concentrate on that fleshy line along the base of the bottom where it joined her thighs. I wetted her again along that line, and hit hard and cleanly with three successive, overlapping and very noisy splats. I don't think I could hit harder with my hand from a sitting position. Still she only gasped, loudly but with control. I could only hear air, she would not activate her vocal cords.
	I felt I should warn her the end was near, like calling match point in a tennis match. Just in case she had lost count in the concentration of her effort to endure the self-inflicted spanking.
	"Just three more, then I am entirely in your hands. Once you get off my knee, I will obey you. You may rise when I tell you," I said ruefully, for I knew what was coming. Would I survive, I wondered, she had manifestly.
	We both knew she had won this battle, but I wetted her again along the same line, and put everything I had into three final blasting spanks, almost along the same line as before, just a fraction higher. I left a little gap between each, and I did hit hard. She heaved under the blows, thrashed her legs, raised her head and jammed her hips against my legs, spreading her thighs as much as she dare to rub her bald pubis against my knee. But apart from powerful deep breathing she held her tongue. I left her there about fifteen seconds, thrashing about like a landed salmon, her skin moist from the wet spanking and with the perspiration of her energy, and of mine. I revelled in the frantic weaving, heaving, beauty of the despoiled nude before me. Slight, slender, spanked and spunky. Her small bottom a bright scarlet split globe, the rest of her body a gentle brown tan. I had never spanked a girl before. I wanted to do it again.
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I said very quietly, "Jennifer, you may rise."
	Despite what must have been some anguish in her overheated backside, Jennifer slid sideways off my knee with control, stood before me, hands demurely clasped before her, and said in a quiet low voice, "Thank you, kind Sir, for disciplining me. You have spanked me very hard and well, and it was very good for me."

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CHAPTER #3

My turn for a roasting

	There was a very brief silence, for I knew matters were in her hands now. She had completed her part in my `scene' and was effecting the change of mood for her to take charge. So I kept my silence.
	"Put your hands behind your back." I did so.
	She moved forward assertively and sat astride the end of my knees. Despite what I presumed was her sore bum, she did so with only the slightest apparent discomfort. But then I supposed that the pressure afforded her aching cunt some essential relief. Her breasts were jabbing the air magnificently but as I admired them she brought me to my senses.
	She looked over to her dresser and remarked, "I see Mother has been using my hairbrush again. You must stay absolutely still, exactly as you are, while I retrieve it.
	She rose and left the room as steadily as a perfectly nude, desperately horny, well-spanked young lady is able. I knew she would be a good few seconds so I

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brought one hand round the front to give my cock a quick squeeze. It had been raging for ages inside my trousers, only concentration on my disciplinary task had prevented me from coming in my pants, as I would have had I read this sort of stuff.
	It was a mistake. She looked back in through the doorway.
	"I said you were to remain absolutely still. I shall exact further punishment for that disobediance."
	Damn, damn, damn. Jennifer had set and sprung a trap, and I had been caught like a little baby rabbit out for its first free lettuce in Mr MacGregor's garden. I didn't dare move any more, I had a great respect for my bottom. She came back as silently and suddenly as she went. And I must say with great effect. She had got herself up in black garters (but no panties), net stockings, a black strapping that went round her breasts but left them open, and medium black stillettos.
	Swish, swish, serwish she went with a thin whippy three-foot bamboo cane. My heart raced ahead. Was I to be caned, just for moving my hands? She had a large hairbrush in the other hand.
	"I am Mistress Jennifer, and don't you forget that!"
	"No," I said.
	"No, Mistress Jennifer," she corrected, and gave me a crisp tap on my leg with her cane.
	"Now, you dirty old man, stand up. You are to be disciplined for nuzzling the knickers and feeling the cunt of one of my senior pupils. It won't do. Remove that shirt. "
	I did so. She walked round me, taking stock of my firm tanned upper body. There wasn't much else to see. She placed her implements on the chair, undid my belt and dropped my trousers. I stepped out of them and kicked them aside. My cock was stretching my underwear something awful. She went round to my back and pulled down my underpants. My huge straining dick burst free at the front and was wanging up and down

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when she arrived back at the front. She picked up her cane. "Yes, I thought that was the cause of the trouble. It's disgraceful, getting an erection at your age. I've a good mind to take a whip to it." My cock sprang up and down all on its own at this news, and I began to lick my lips which were very dry. I was about to argue the point, but I remembered the thin bamboo.
	"Get over that bolster and jab your penis underneath it, I don't want that getting in the way."
	I hurried over and obeyed. The pressure on my cock was delicious for the bolster was a little rough and it was a tight squeeze. She manhandled me a little to get exactly the posture she required, and I think she was enjoying the feel of me, for she took her time and her thighs, hips and breasts touched me more than once. She made no effort to remove then in a hurry. When she was finished I saw that I had a clear view of her in the mirror, kneeling upright beside me. I was sure that was intended, and I had to admit it was a turn on for she was a stunning sight. Auburn hair in a tight bun now, a gentle tan on her slight frame, and that outrageous black, mistress outfit with her small tight tits thrusting out through the gap in the strapping. The fact that her own pretty ass was blistering hot and bright red could not be seen, and so did not spoil the picture.
	She proceeded to follow a similar pattern to myself. I was a little relieved to see her put down the cane and pick up the hairbrush, but I had given up hoping that Jennifer was a weakling. She was altogether too hot, horny and well-coordinated for there to be any relief that way.
	She told me just what I had told her about the groupings of the blows, and she said, for my disobediance earlier she was going to put me a proposition before the last group of ten and I could choose which alternative I would take.
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	I had hardly finished when she hit me. I had expected to her feel me up, just as I had roamed the light fantastic over her lovely body, including the obvious spot. Clearly I didn't have such a lovely body. In retrospect I could see she was right. She hit quite hard, and it may have been my imagination, the hairbrush, or both, but it it was my distinct impression that I was getting it harder at the start than she had. C'est la vie, and what could I say?
	I tried to assess the effect of spank. "Ouch", inwardly. But she was hitting with only a slight interval, no more than a couple of seconds, and all I could manage was a generalized impression. A crisp loud smack, a vigorous smarting and stinging with the heat becoming apparent, and then a slow decay into a warm bright stinging, a little like sparklers on your bum. She worked her way over the expanse of my flesh, but not systematically. Even though in theory I could see her in the mirror as she moved about, because my attention was distracted by the building heat all over my arse I often forgot to try to predict the next shot. The fleshy expanse my bottom was bigger than hers, but she was using quite a hefty hairbrush which flattened itself on my skin in a different way to my hand.
	Jennifer stopped, but I kept moving, thrusting my cock under the pillow, and making some progress towards a crisis.
	"Stop that", she ordered and grabbed my scrotum to enforce the command. "You are a disgusting little man, I trust you are learning your lesson," but at the same time she reached underneath me and just grazed the side of my cock with her fingers. I felt stiff nipples graze along my back, and in the mirror I could see Jennifer's ecstatic face, her eyes shut while she grazed on brief sensual pleasures. Then she was up again and spanking. Harder, quite hard, and now quite a sharp pain as the hairbrush spanked already tender terrain. I regulated my breathing so as not to react to each blow,

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but her strokes became more erratic, and I couldn't stop heaving into the bolster. She spanked hard around the flanks of my cheeks along the topside, round the side and across the bottom, but there was enough pain now for me to lose track of the pattern. I was praying for the pattern break when it came, but not until after two vigorous blasts right on the crests of each cheek. I was heaving and blowing like a dolphin, but I kept my trap shut.
	I could hear Jennifer's heavy but frantically erratic breathing too. Suddenly. it struck me that she'd had an orgasm towards the end of the group. She was probably going to blast off regularly now, and heaven help me.
	"Are you all right?" she asked in a rasping voice. "Yer dirty, cunt-grasping sod," she added so that she maintained a tenuous link with her own scenario. I wondered if she thought she had overdone it.
	"Yes, Mistress Jennifer," I croaked out. I had expected to come from the friction on the bolster, but there so many emotions to contend with I hadn't the time.
	"Good, well here is the next round, which you fully deserve," she cried in a more controlled voice.
	And it began again. Fierce, passionate pain, blotting out coherent thought. God, I must be a coward. She gave me no respite, but I think she was frantic herself now. She had never done this before, and my thrashing of her backside had taken her further than she had allowed for. It mattered who went first, and next time, I would have reflected if I'd had a second to frame the thought, I will go first, and then watch out my delicious little arse bandit. I don't think I was vocal, but I gasped with best of them, and that was all automatic. I even lost count, even though it was only ten. The last three splats burned their way across the fleshy base of my arse. Very fitting, for I had done the same to her.
	When it stopped, I could tell from the little noises in her throat that she was firing away on all cyclinders.
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I vaguely remembered that there were still ten to come, come, come-blast that word-and knew I was in for more blasting agony. Still there was the chance she couldn't hit any harder. Jeez. I remembered that cane, and her proposition, just as in a halting voice she began to make it. She was kneeling over me again, getting some relief from the body contact, almost stage whispering in my ear. Ah, the exquisite pleasure of those burning nipples again, ohh, ohh so good, she presses further and I feel the firmness of her breasts.
	"Do you remember your disobediance?" she breathed in my ear. It seemed a lifetime away now, I nodded as best I could. She continued. "You have the option, if it suits you, of either ten strokes with bamboo now, or four now, and ten with the hairbrush later today, at a time of my choosing. Choose. I will count to ten." She began to count slowly and with some vocal difficulty it seemed. Even I could see that multiple orgasms could get in the way sometimes. Why the hell did she she want to give me ten with the brush later on? Had she become a sadist that fast? Always a possibility I reflected. I lusted after her, and I desperately wanted her now (I knew she wanted me too, but she wasn't letting up without a deal she wanted). Five. What the hell, I'll be sore later, but ten won't be too bad then. Seven. And that bamboo looked wicked now. Nine.
	"Four now, ten later," I gabbled, "Please, Mistress Jennifer," I threw after it, in case it mattered.
	"Well, then, four with the bamboo. Try to keep still, I want to be precise. When I have finished, stay where you are until I give the command. When I do, I will be waiting beside you and you will be free."
	I nodded. I felt her place the bamboo across my bottom. The touch itself tingled on the tenderized surface. Whooww. A hot line pasted itself across the top of my buns. I surged, and then controlled myself though the pain spread like wildfire. I looked at Jennifer
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in the mirror. How I wanted Jennifer under me. Just seconds now then my . . . . Wowwowow, parallel to the last and burning. Out went my breath. Wishup, crack, Ye Gods, that was the third. As I tried the control the linear agony bisecting my rear I heard her shuffle beside me. Thwack, I drew in gollops of air in an uncontrolled stutter, and then blew it out, heaving and squirming in an effort to dispel the intensity of that fire across the very base of my bum. She'd learnt her own lesson and applied it to me. It was over. I lay there thrutching about in an uncontrolled writhing heap, ass still high in the air over the bolster. I remembered my manners.
	"Thank you, Mistress Jennifer, I shall never forget that lesson in self-control," I only just managed to blurt out. I was not released yet.
	I heard her move. Then she was lying on her side next to me, for the bolster had been on side of the futon. Quelle femme., quelle vision.. I had never been so close to such a seductive sight. She was breathing deeply, glistening with perspiration from beating me and coming like a machine gun. She had a gentle but beckoning smile, and every tiny bit of her was offered to me. Her lusciously lean gleaming legs were lewdly and invitingly spread, one stretched out on the futon towards me, the other was bent upwards and outwards. Between them her bare pubic mound glistened and her cunt-what else to call the dripping slot?-was gaping, the wet pink folds dripping like a rose in the morning dew, but a dam sight hotter, I'd be bound. She still wore her outfit. But she was now just Jennifer, spanked and spanker, waiting for me.
	She said in a sweet low gentle voice, "Come on you old cunt hound, we both need your cock, and what a lovely monster it is."
	That moved me. I rose, kicked the bolster away, and went to her. I went between her legs and began to pull down her stockings and garters.
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	"Don't you like my outfit," she asked, slightly hurt, but helping me remove it all the same.
	"Its ravishing," I said, "perfect for the part. But right now I want you, completely bare you, you with not a scrap else on."
	As I removed her lower bits and pieces I took the opportunity to lick and kiss my way up the insides of her thighs. I licked the salty outfolds of her cunt. She groaned and tried to force my head down. I sucked her clit hard, for three seconds, and quickly plunged my tongue deep into her slot. At the same time I slyly squeezed her bum. Jennifer arched up like a cat's back, squealing with a mixture of pleasure and pain. She dislodged my face from her crotch in her vigor. I moved higher and removed the strapping bra contraption, being careful to avoid contact with straining tits. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me as I did so. When I'd finished I said. "Now that you are a properly spanked, perfectly naked little lover, put that cock in your cunt, and hold tight."
	She didn't need a second invitation. Nor I. We'd had enough foreplay to fill the Kama Sutra, and she'd already had innumerable orgasms at my expense. She placed the end of my cock at her opening, splayed her legs wide, wide apart and just moaned like blue murder as I thrust all the way in. I wasn't going to hang about. Normally I'm very considerate, but my burning assand I could feel it behind me like furnace-drove me in. I felt her limbs enfold me completely as she crushed her eroticised breasts onto to my chest and rubbed them back and forth to relieve their aching need. I began to lick and to bite her shoulders, working up to her neck. I withdrew to the tip of my cock. Sure now of my stroke, and the carnal territory beneath, I thrust in fast, firm and deep. Jennifer rose to meet me like a great surf wave and dragged her nails down my back and over my agonising arse. She left a burning trail of fire, and that was more than enough. I was over the hill

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as the climax shot through my fibers to every tingling extremity. I reached beneath me, took a small hot fleshy painful globe in each hand and lay there jabbing uncontrollably into her, squeezing her bottom. I was vocal now. Squeaks and guttural groans released the erotic energies I had been containing. Jennifer joined me in a reprise of her earlier personal ecstasies. I felt my cock flooded with wetness, gripped by vaginal muscles, milked with lust. She wriggled lasciviously beneath me escaping the ass pain and searching for cunt pleasure. But she was too far gone to really care or even tell the difference.
	There was nothing to say, not yet. When I came to my senses I was still solid within her. That was normal with me. I began to thrust gently in her, slowly increasing the length of the stroke. I was rewarded with her vocal response. For minutes on end I kept it up, and she was never quiet, but neither did she ever utter a single intelligible word. Slowly did my crisis come. Just as slowly she matched me, penis stroke for pelvic thrust. Eventually we climaxed together like lifelong lovers, almost as violently as before, and just as noisily. Her eyes were wet. I kissed them dry. I stayed inside her but lay still, revelling in the feel of her young, slim, strong body next to mine.
	Eventually she whispered, "You are still a big boy, have still got some left for me?"
	"He always tries to stand up in the presence of lady."
	She gurgled prettily at that.
	"Turn me over. Roll me over. Do it again."
	"Alright I will, and I'll kiss your bum better before I start. But I'll have to get out first, so don't cry because you'll losing your toy." We kissed, and I gave her tits a passing rub, and her nipples a tweak. She gave me a lovely smile and put out her tongue before she rolled over, flexed her sinuous body a few times, and spread her legs.
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"How is it?" She asked lying her head on one side. "I might ask you that! Looks pretty hot from here," I said, for I was lying with my head between her legs, my arms along the backs of her thighs. I had a real close-up view. I caressed the basal slopes of each cheek and watched her flinch and twitch. I could still see my latest handprints where I had grasped her bum as we fucked. "I haven't drawn blood! but there's a lovely all-over glow."
	"I bet. It's burning hot. That wet spanking really crackled. It was like a spiked drink, or super hot sauce on a curry, not exactly what I had expected." She said all this in a ruminative manner, exploring the experience.
	I began to kiss her tender globes very, very gently. I followed that up with a broad tongue lick right across the base, exactly where I had hit hardest and last. That had an effect. Her whole pelvis region flexed away from me into the bed, and then rebounded like an elastic ball up into my face, her legs spreading further apart as she rose. When I could get time for a breath I said, "Is that OK?"
	"Ecstasy, unbelievable, like a stream of kisses from an overheated mouth. I get a whole series of miniature comes. "
	So I repeated the action, at the same time stroking the sides of her body from the outsides of her breasts to as far down her calves as I could reach. Jennifer was soon completely out of control, so I decided to join in. I was fed up with prodding the bed with my cock. I moved up over her, nosed my knob into the general area between her legs and under her bum. In a flash she reacted and I was buried within. I let myself down gently, for my stomach covered her sore ass. But it didn't seem to matter to her and we quickly attained a steady rythym. Her bottom crunched up against. the small of her back with every thrust I made. I figured she must re-live the entire spanking every time I

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pounded in. And it did begin to pound in. I reached beneath her and used one hand to diddle her clit, and I let my fingers join my cock in the outer part of her cunt. My other hand got a breast, and she arched her back to give me access. I got quite rough with that as well, kneading it hard, drawing my nails down and around, teasing the nipple.
	It was only because I was lying all over her, and because she had a perfect sense of herself, and me, that we stayed together. She bucked like a bull in those TV cowboy shows, but I stayed with her. From what I knew of her now, it was pointless waiting for her orgasm-she was in the middle of several just while I thought about it. I put both hands down between legs from underneath, fingers joining my cock in her cunt. That way I had a really good grip on her, however she moved. I nuzzled her ear and licked.
	"Jennifer, here come the juices", and I bit her delicate shoulder.
	She timed it perfectly, every muscle she had seemed to contract onto my cock when it was fully in at the end of next stroke. Nirvana. I just hung on, jabbing spasmodically, along for the ride as Jennifer squirmed below me. All the sensations of the day collected in one place, then shot through my body. Adjectives were useless. Besides I was speechless.
	For all that my cock showed no sign of giving up. Jennifer, who was still squeezing it gently within her, expressed amazement and asked if it ever went down. "Well," I said, "a shaved cunt is enough for two. Spanking a beauty like you is bound to get me three. And don't forget you gave me a hell of going over, so four may be on the cards. But not now," I added. "I could do with a drink, I don't know about you."
	She agreed, dreamily, and slowly permitted me to withdraw, still stiff and beginning to be quite tender. Just as well she hadn't whipped it as she had threatened.

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	She rolled over and wanted to inspect my cock close up. She handled it, kissed it, licked it, and remarked on the fact that our juices together tasted quite different to her own. I got the distinct impression she liked it. For my part I stroked her breasts and cupped then gently in my hands feeling their tight firmness and weight.
	"I really hurt you, didn't I. Let me look."
	So it was my turn to roll over. "Pretty fiery," she remarked thoughtfully, "and I got the cane prints perfectly parallel, you should see them."
	I said I could feel them quite well, and I put my hand behind me and tracked them, gently.
	"Quite right," she said, "and, remember, I've still got ten with the hairbrush in the bank. You will enjoy those! "
	I turned quickly, "Yes, what was that all about?"
	She grinned mysteriously. "You'll see, I hope. And if I don't cash them in today you're home free. I'll go easy anyway, I promise."
	I knew that in a curious way I could trust her so I left it at that, but from time to time the thought of what was coming chilled me a little. How had I got the raw end of the deal? After all, it was my initiative which had set it all up!
	She got up and brought some chilled white wine, but we cuddled back together again and reached for it at intervals from a low side table, rubbing each other as we did so. Usually we shared the one glass and would then return to nuzzling and caressing. My cock began to prong about again. She took me in hand. It seemed the right moment to enquire, so I did.
	"Jennifer, we don't seem to be finished, but what is your opinion of a `mutual lover's spanking' so far."
	"Out of this world. I love it, even when it hurts, and some of it does. But still that's only a part of it. The whole scene is so exciting. I love being nude, but I'm used to that. But being forced to meet you, and to strip for you, and having to get over your knee knowing

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you were going to blister my bared bum, I've never experienced anything like it, it was a totally exciting sexual experience. I was desperate to jump all over you, jam your cock inside me, and all that, even before you started, more so once you started spanking. The pain is there, eventually, but its only a tiny part of it all. It drives you on. Well, it drives me on."
	She was silent while we both absorbed her excitement. I kissed down her breast and teased her nipples with my teeth. They sprang outwards.
	"And spanking me?" I enquired.
	She grinned. "Much the same, but different. I was boiling by then, and I guess I got carried away after twenty. It might be different if I did it first."
	I told her she sure did. She went away, and came, like a freight train with a thousand wagons. She admitted it. "I can see that things could get out hand if you weren't careful."
	"You were careful?" I asked, incredulously.
	"You know what I mean, you're still here." She paused, then added, "Come on, lets swim."
	We met in the shallow end and frolicked. She was sleek and swift in the water, both a water and a sexual nymph. As she swam the twin red globes of her rump bobbled the water surface most seductively. On the other hand a stiffening cock was a definite drag for high speed swimming. I could see why the Greeks had no swimming in their Olympics.
	She told me she adored my cock, it was so uncontrollable, and such a beautiful shape. I praised her breasts and flicked her nipples, which were quite stiff too. "Snap." She laughed.
	I was starving and said so. Pizza in a microwave, more wine from the fridge; so it is that seductive days are saved in a land without servants. At least for the likes of us.
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ass was hot enough without it getting sunburn. Flies sat on it all the same, they never seemed to choose Jennifer's.
	"Don't be offended Jennifer, but how much sexual experience have you had?" I asked when I had appeased my hunger.
	"Very little. I told you in my letter. Five years ago, a few days during one summer with a kid down the block. He was just in and bang. Then he found another girl and that was me left in the lurch. I was lucky I didn't get pregnant, I heard he did get another girl in trouble and fled town. I got some pleasure, I have to admit. But not much, and I've had more from my hand since then than I ever had from him."
	She paused. "But today was something else, delirious it was, and always getting better. No wonder my mother is keen to keep getting it. Might have known she'd be onto a good thing, though I don't think she was ever spanked, not in this house. You know, parents never take you on one side and say `Jennifer, what you need is riotously good fuck every week to keep you sane.' Oh no! they just say, `now dear be very careful with that young man, and be back by midnight, and all that crap.' "
	I said she was very attractive, there must have been some interest. She admitted there had been. But she had found masturbation was a lot better than the experience she'd had, so she hadn't been keen to take risks, or experiment. The men dropped away when it was clear nothing was doing, and celibacy has become a habit, more by accident than by design.
	"You are certainly making up for it today."
	"So I am. There's almost nine hours left, and I'm not through yet!"
	No, she wasn't. Neither of us had forgotten my debt of ten spanks. If I could have borne ten with the cane back then, I should have spoiled her fun now, or soon. I wasn't sure which I preferred. But as I thought about

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it my rod began to stiffen beneath me. I couldn't call that a decision, perhaps an act of rod!
	"What if I'd called `gimme cunt?' " I enquired, interested to hear how she would reason.
	"I'd have give it to you willingly. You know you can trust me."
	"It'd be a coward's call though, wouldn't it?" I persisted, gently.
	"No. Not if you really couldn't take any more pain. That's why we have the liberty call." She paused, then she said in low quiet serious voice, "I know I really hurt you today. More than I meant too, and I have to admit I enjoyed it."
	I noticed that she hadn't apologised. She was merely stating the facts. She moved towards me and climbed upon me, straddling her legs wider than mine so that her mons veneris was rubbing my very sore bottom. She lay forward so I could feel the tight hot spikes of her nipples, supported by the stiffness of tight young breasts, throbbing into my back. She began to move upon me, just as if the positions were reversed, and I was fucking her. She stroked my body and kissed the side of my face. I twisted enough to meet her lips and she plunged her long tongue into my mouth. She reached underneath me and took hold of my cock. Then Jennifer began to whisper in my ear what I must do to her. I was to screw the living daylights out her, she was a cock-happy slitslotted slut, I was to pump her harder and faster than ever before, and if I roughhandled her hot-spanked butt then she'd remember why she was thrashed in the first place.
	I bucked her off me, and leapt upon her. She was waiting. She was off the ground from her shoulders to the soles of her feet, legs gaping wide, in a sort of half-way crab-position. She was strong enough to hold that position as I rammed unmercifully into her. I enveloped the middle part of her body with my arms and grabbed chunks of her hard sore ass in each hand. She
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made unearthly noises as I stabbed my iron hard muscle into her. I found a breast and began to bite and chew it. She was far more noisy than she had been when I'd spanked her. With good hand holds on her arse I could pump fast and furiously and to spice things up I worked my finger up her bum hole. Soon I could feel my cock sliding in and out.
	Jennifer's reaction was cataclysmic. She raked my back with her finger nails, lowered her back to the mattress, wrapped everything she could around me so her feet were pounding my back, and flung herself about like an electrocuted frog. Her nails brought me off, so as I shuddered helplessly within her she managed to roll us both right over so she could pump herself on my cock. She did this while squashing herself all over me and smothering me with wet kisses.
	"A gorgeous number four," she whispered in a shaky voice when she had finished herself off.
	"I hadn't planned that," I said.
	"No, I snuck up on you and got a free banger. A real firecracker. I'm amazed how we can fuck in such different ways, and it feels so different every time. I wonder if my mother gets them as good as this?" She added thoughtfully.
	"Who knows, if not now, maybe once. We were all young once," I reminded Jennifer.
	"She'd get good ones if you gave them to her."
	"Jennifer! that's getting close to incest!"
	"Oh don't be stuffy, you'll like her. And I told you she has bum like mine. Not surprising really. Oh I do so want to suck your cock properly, but we never seem to get round to it. I'll save it till later." She lifted herself slowly off me to see my taut but slackening penis emerge from within her, wet and gleaming in the sunlight.
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I might tell a child that after strawberries and ice cream for lunch, it would have to wait till later for a lollipop.
	She wrapped herself round me once again and lay still as I fondled her tits. "And don't think this leading anywhere," I told her, "I'm just enjoying the look and the feel of you." And I was.
	"Tease! Its not wrong to be horny!"
	"No, but my cock's wearing out."
	"It didn't feel any smaller."
	"Behave yourself."
	"I am, I'm absolutely still."
	"You must be up to something. Dirty thoughts?
	"Nothing, I'm basking in attention and the sun."
	"Could you take ten more?"
	"Now, do you mean?" Jennifer was interested, surprisingly interested I thought.
	"Uh uh."
	"Of course I could. I could have taken them then, easily, at least if they were no harder than the last ones. "
	I was surprised for they'd been hard and wet. And I knew that wet ones really did hurt alot more.
	"But do you know what?" she added.
	"Tell."
	"I think I'd like to squawl a bit. It'd be easier to take if I howled and moaned. I was determined not to say anything when you were spanking. You know, first time, personal honour. Girl won't cry for a boy. All that. I was getting close though."
	"Me too on both counts, especially as you hadn't."
	We laughed, hugged, felt each other and kissed.
	Jennifer said, "In those books screaming doesn't help the girls, but they do anyway, and those bastards are trying to beat them to pulp and make them scream. Nobody ever keeps quiet, except for the first few, unless they are gagged."
	I told her. "You are right. The noise would add to our fun. We'll both agree to shout once we need it to
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control the pain, maybe even if we don't. OK? Nobody's honour impugned." We agreed, and swigged the remains of our wine to seal the bond.
	She asked, "Do you want to give me ten more, now?" She rolled on her tummy and offered her blazing rump to me. I knew she meant it.
	"Yes, very much, the sight of your bum is so tempting. But I won't, I'd rather save it for the moment, and then perhaps I will ace you. "
	"You can if you wish. Please, I'd rather like it. Honest!" She used a pleading voice and undulated her rump very slowly and suggestively.
	"That's one reason I'm not going to just yet. Anyway you're so feisty with any luck you'll deserve it before the day's over. You've had quite enough of what you want so far, ten minutes ago in fact." I leant over and smacked her bottom noisily all the same.
	"Rotter!" But she hugged me all the same. She had offered herself again, openly and sincerely and I was pleased. She had trapped me earlier, but now she offered herself freely. For the sheer erotic hell of it. I did admire her. More than that, I lusted for her. Was love too strong a word too soon? Probably.
	I might well have been overcome by my own open lust for Jennifer, and her willingness to explore her sensual limits when there came an interruption. The approaching roar of a motor cyclethat in itself was not so unusual for I'd heard several-but this one clearly turned into the driveway, for there were no near neighbours. The engine died announcing the arrival of a visitor. Jennifer rose, and walked sensuously and nakedly into the house. The red-rumped sensuality of her walk was inevitable, especially in my state of lust for her and her willingness to arouse it. But her nonchalant nakedness seemed shocking in the face of this unexpected visitor. The cacophonous arrival obviously announced a visitor who was determined to come. And the visitor was not welcome to me. And Jennifer was
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quite naked. So was I, but she would meet the visitor first. But inwardly I knew Jennifer was not at all nonplussed and was not at all put out. Since she and her mother were habitual nudists they obviously had housecoats available for such occasions. I supposed she would deal with the arrival efficiently, and that I should shortly hear the motor cycle depart. I got off the mattress and lowered myself gingerly into a chaisse longue. I sipped my wine and waited confidently for the explosive roar of departure, and Jennifer's re-appearance.

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CHAPTER #4

A visitor

	I waited in vain. There was no noisy departure, nor any reappearance of Jennifer. I couldn't go into the house, for all my clothes were inside. I felt trapped, although I knew Jennifer would think that that was silly. Nothing but my modesty was stopping me from going inside. In retrospect that seems very silly.
	I decided to wait it out while I enjoyed the sun, the wine and all the hedonistic memories of the day. I found some crackers, and I had my mouth full of dry crackers, all of them wedged in awkward corners of my mouth, when I heard voices from the house. Looking up my mouth fell open, releasing some damp, chewed crackers to feed the birds.
	Jennifer was accompanied by a slim, dark-haired girl, as naked and unconcerned as Jennifer, and with an equally sinuous walk. The sight of both caused an instantaneous cockstand. Well, not quite like the novels, but by the time they arrived at my chair it was raging as badly as it had when it last entered Jennifer. In my
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chair it could be concealed by the bend of my body, but I felt constrained to stand to meet the newcomer, whom I quickly recognised as the Donut Shoppe waitress. So I stood straight up and my reacting dick stuck straight out at the two of them, wanging up and down.
	Jennifer gravely introduced Lisa, and said, "This is Keith, and his erection. Why don't you two kiss?" So we did. Lisa put one arm up round my neck, and with the other she took my rampant pole gently in hand and shook its shaft, so to speak. I still had a mouth full of cracker crumbs but all the same I managed a satisfying full mouth kiss. Lisa seemed in no hurry to part, perhaps she was hungry. One of my arms embraced her firm smooth back and my hand rubbed it up and down pressing her breasts against my bare chest. There was a different feel to her than Jennifer, but I wasn't complaining. The other hand started from her narrow waist and allowed my fingers to stray down over the sharply curving flesh of her rump. The only reaction was a slightly positive one, she squeezed my cock and wanked it very gently.
	Jennifer said ironically, "Well, I'm glad to see you two are getting on so well. I told Lisa that erections around here were liable to get out of hand, but that trade was little slack at the moment."
	Lisa's light musical voice queried, "You mean that's all on my account?"
	"Must be, it was pretty much shot the last time I saw it, and Keith was complaining I was wearing inches off it."
	They both sat down on chaisse longues, Lisa opposite me, Jennifer beside her. I embarked on an erotic assessment of Lisa, aside that is from the vote my cock was giving. She was the same height as Jennifer, but her thighs were thinner for the gap between her legs was quite marked and there was even less flesh at the top, at the base of the cunt cavity, where a guy's balls could dangle without being squashed to an aching pulp. Her

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hips seemed slenderer than Jennifer's and her waist was small and sharply defined, everything curved in strongly to the waist. Her breasts, from a smaller base than Jennifer's, were more globular but well-separated and their undersides jutted out more strongly. The nipples, already prettily erected, were bright pink on a darker aureole, and not as long as Jennifer's. Lisa's shoulders were partly hidden by cascading locks of black hair but what I could see of them, peeping out between the luscious locks, suggested a tender mouthful, and an apt target for tongue and teeth.
	Directly facing me, apart from Lisa's brown eyes, was her cunt. Her legs were well apart so I could see the long bulging folds of her vulva and the dark inviting slit between. The tight dark curls of her pubic mound was neatly trimmed to the shape of a heart leaving the skin around it quite bare. Pretty. She cared about someone that was clear. I kept thinking of those lovely lean legs gripping the seat of motorcycle and promised myself an engine transplant when I got my income tax rebate.
	"You are getting a good eyeful," remarked Jennifer.
	"And very lovely it is too," I retorted, "Lisa doesn't mind, and she's free to enjoy my cock." I turned back to Lisa. "I am admiring your body, I know you don't mind, or you wouldn't be here. You are truly exquisite, and I trust that somebody is making you very happy. I have a personal predilection for bottoms . . . "
	"I noticed when you kissed her," said Jennifer.
	` . . . for bottoms," I repeated, "don't mind her Lisa, she's only jealous, but I have only glimpsed yours so far..."
	Before I could finish Lisa rose, rubbed her rump with her hands, presumably to remove any of my stray crakers, and to iron out the creases. She moved alongside me and paraded for me, flexing her hips and thrusting out a dream butt. Like her breasts, the twin globes were more globular than Jennifer's. Indeed both above and
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below the curves seemed almost disjoint with the back and the thighs. The cleft between the globes was nicely wide, like an open vee, and her dark pink anus was in clear view. If I ever saw an ass that was purely provocative, merely on its own, Lisa's was the ass. I reached out and stroked the gorgeous smooth flesh.
	"Thank you, Lisa, you are extraordinarily attractive. "
	Slowly Lisa sat down again. Even Jennifer was surprised and attracted, I could see that, though she pretended to affect disinterest.
	The most erotic aspect of Lisa was her tan. Her body was burnt a deep brown, apart from her bikini outline. This had covered two thirds of her butt, the more bulgy bits, and most of the flesh of her breasts. Thus, the spots of most obvious interest where powerfully highlighted.
	Jennifer decided to call a halt to all this admiration and announced we should swim. She led the way, her own delightful rump a red beacon of temptation, its spankedness obvious even to the untutored eye for my hand prints remained visible. Lisa followed, and I in the rear enjoyed both their rears until they upended in a dive and disappeared underwater. I joined them, and we all played dunking and feeling. Lisa grabbed Jennifer from behind, and not to be outdone I grabbed Lisa likewise. My cock stiffened and rested along the open cleft of her bum. Lisa was masturbating gently on Jennifer, rubbing her mound on her bum while kneading her tender and easily-teased tits. I began to do the same to Lisa and we all enjoyed ourselves immensely for several minutes until Jennifer deliberately dunked herself and we all fell apart. In the. ensuing melee I managed to slide my cock between Lisa's legs, and achieve a few deft thrusts along the outer folds of her cunt. She reacted as well she was able, but Jennifer called us all to order.
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	"Wine and cheese," she called, "and the last one out get's a spanking."
	She had a head's start, and Lisa proved remarkably nimble. I stumbled in the shallow water and was an easy last.
	"Good," said Jennifer, "Keith gets ten with the hairbrush, Lisa and I will share them." I saw Lisa's eyebrows raise quizzically, a mere fraction, when her eye's met mine. I shrugged and smiled, for I knew I had it coming, and I wasn't going to care which cunt caught the stiff end of my cock when they'd finished.
	Jennifer knew well how to raise the tension, for she began the scenario she was apparently planning by bringing out more wine and the promised cheese, not to mention the crackers. She was the model hostesshanding titbits around and making `polite' conversation as she did so. She told me that poor Lisa had been recently been unlucky in love, her lady friend had walked out on her on the eve of a party they were both to attend. I took this in carefully. Was Lisa lesbian? Or was she bi as the newspaper ads so frequently proclaimed? She wasn't a day over twenty, so was she sure of her tendencies? I recalled that she had not flinched from the tentative probings of my cock, she had welcomed them I thought. Well, time would tell.
	Lisa seemed happy to talk about her jilting.
	"My lover and I were to go to a rather special party. Everyone is so worried about AIDS that a group of us decided we could have some thrills, yet stay safe. The idea was that everyone would come nicely dressed, to a small select, couples-only party, with good food and drink laid on. It was to be a large house, and everyone was invited to sleep over, each couple with their own sleeping quarters. Oh, it was a big house, and there was a huge basement room with a bar, but there were to be only six couples, and one pair was the couple hosting the party."
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happy and relaxed, then, during the dancing, each pair was to take a turn. They would undress, either individual strips or each other, you could do it anyway you liked, and then they were to make love-in front of all the others on a large round bed in the middle of the basement. That way you stayed with your partner and were safe, but everyone had a thrill watching you."
	"We were going to go and . . . I was really excited . . . I was looking forward to it, I wanted people to watch me."
	Lisa gradually lowered a faltering voice through this sentence, dropped her head pensively and supped her wine. She had been badly upset.
	"But Karina left you the same morning?" Jennifer prodded gently, wanting me to hear the continuation.
	"Yes, she left a message on my machine to say she had taken Amanda for training to her cottage and wouldn't be back until the end of summer. No apology."
	"Training?" I queried.
	"Yes, she wanted to train her as a slave, like myself. But why did she leave me?" Lisa's gentle, rising, voice was as querulous as one could imagine it got.
	"So what did you do. Could you go to the party?" asked Jennifer. I could see that this bit was news to Jennifer, who was getting really perky.
	"Yes, I did go, I know the hosting pair quite well, but it wasn't at all what we had planned. All I could do was undress, and use a dildo on myself. I think they liked it, it was new to some of the guys, and they say I'm good to look at. It didn't do much for me although I managed to make myself climax. Of course nobody could help me as they were all paired up."
	I was glad that Jennifer was leading the questioning, I was going a little dry at the mouth and stiffening again in the groin.
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and the missing Mistress Karina. She enquired as tactfully as she could, but it hardly mattered for Lisa was anxious to unburden herself to a friendly audience.
	"She was going to show them how well I was trained. First she was going to whip me as a demonstration of my submission, gently at first, and then hard. After that I would eat her out until she came. She always came screaming, but it would be a long time coming. It really turns me on, you'll have to believe me. "
	We believed her, every inch of me believed her, and showed it. Jennifer's dual interests stuck out in their own way.
	It seemed superfluous for Jennifer and I to show our inflamed posteriors, but we did anyway. Lisa was a little surprised, especially by my rear. Like us, she was used to her own interests, but surprised when others shared them. She had noticed Jennifer's rear and had assumed that was my work. She said she had never been caned when she saw my stripes, although she was frequently whipped. She had also received a good tanning with a wide belt. She was impressed with doses we had given each other, she said it was quite heavy for a first time, although it would not be too bad if we had built it up slowly.
	"Karina used to whip me all over my body, even breasts and between my legs. She was gentler there, it was never a full force blow." Lisa explained all this carefully. "I'm a true submissive, so I don't think I would wish to use the hairbrush on Keith."
	Damn, I was hoping with all this talk that Jennifer might have forgotten that. Now she would be reminded. I realised now she had known Lisa was coming, and was hoping to get her hooked by spanking me-again. At least the tables were turned for a time!
	Lisa wasn't finished. Out of the blue she asked "Jennifer, are you bi or straight?"
	Jennifer was caught on the hop.
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	"I'm not experienced really. On the one hand I've certainly enjoyed Keith, several times today. On the other hand I like women's bodies. I'll try anything, so I suppose I'm curious."
	Lisa said, "Its funny, I feel rather the same in a different way, only I've never had a man. You see my first sex was with a woman, and we found I was a submissive, so I never got the chance to try a man. But I'm curious too. Keith got me quite excited in the pool, I liked the feel of him next to me, and along my cunt."
	Jennifer pulled a face in mock disgust, and said Ihad appalling manners, that was why she had had to spank me in the first place, for mauling young girls. Then what had I done but prod her visitor in the pool.
	Lisa laughingly said we ought to experiment. I agreed, provided we had some more wine first. So we did-have some wine. I wondered how we would experiment, I was certainly game to try anything with Lisa. I was sure Jennifer would be making plans, and I expected to hear about them soon. I didn't doubt that Lisa would be at the centre of them, bottom up, but as she was once more sat opposite me with her legs spread wide other things were preying on my mind, if you could call it that.
	We had to get started somehow so I suggested that we all say what we would like to do to each other, because I said, with all this talent around it would be a pity to do it to ourselves. I proposed a toast to "bare bums and loving lust."
	We chinked away and swigged our wine. It makes us sound like tipplers, but I don't think we had more than two good glasses each, but it was enough to loosen us up. I made another suggestion. As Lisa was our guest she should speak first what was on her mind.
	She giggled a little and said she wasn't used to having a choice about what happened. But, as she was currently a free agent, though not of her own will, she would indicate her present preferences.

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	"I believe I am bi, that is to say that I can enjoy men as well as women as sexual partners. I want to test that idea, with Keith. As part of that I wish to fellate him-suck his cock." She said this so sweetly that it sounded as if she wanted to borrow her grandma's cookbook. My cock was already voting, as both Jennifer and Lisa could see. They were grinning at me. But I could see that both of their nipples were erected. I said so. Jennifer said it was a democracy, anybody could vote, just as I was.
	Lisa added, "However, I am a still a well-disciplined submissive, and odd as it sounds, I think that first I want Jennifer to spank me hard with the hairbrush, and then I wish Keith to cane me. After that I will suck his cock as I said."
	I demurred to Jennifer who said, "I want to know if I am bi. Well, I don't need to know. I am. I'm dying to dive in between Lisa's legs, and I also want to spank her, so that fits. I suppose I'll give up on spanking Keith-for the time being."
	I said. "It looks like an exhausting time coming up. I too am dying to sink myself into that gorgeous wet slot that Lisa's been showing me all afternoon. I think she should be caned, just for teasing me so much. But Jennifer also announced she was quite happy to be caned, just before Lisa came. 3o maybe I can work that in too."
	Lisa looked pleased, but Jennifer shot me a very surprised look. To forestall further debate I said, "Here's a top up all round, `bottoms up', and then it will be just that," and I went round topping them up. I asked Lisa what her liberty word was. "Sex" she said, and we told her ours.
	"I've only used it once. That was towards the end of my training when Karina got carried away. She was upset from work, and it carried over to me."
	"What happened?" Jennifer asked, and Lisa replied. "She seemed to lose track of herself, and she was beat
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ing me very hard and fast on the ass with a thin leather belt. There were no breaks and after I'd already come twice, the agony from the unrelenting thrashing began to get to me so I just couldn't stand it any more. I couldn't see where it was going. So I yelled `sex.' " She stopped instantly. I was glad it worked for I was hurting badly and there was none of the pleasure I get from it usually."
"Go on," prompted Jennifer.
	"Karina was abject. She realised what she'd done and was horrified, she'd taken her anger out on me. That's a No No, and dangerous. Well, she was all over, hugging and kissing me, fetching a drink, apologies, rubbing a soothing oil into my bum, all that. After about half an hour when I was feeling reasonably OK, and she had absorbed the enormity of her mistake she suddenly made a decision. Off she went. She came back with a four foot bamboo, half an inch thick at the business end. I had never seen it, or any canes before. She had had on all her fancy domination gear for beating me, but now she stripped naked. She took me back to the special dungeon where we have our scenes. She had me tie her down spreadeagled on the bed, stretched along a big stiff bolster that stopped under her hips. The bed was all fitted up for this, for she had done that to me many times."
	"She wanted you to beat her?" asked Jennifer, incredulously. "Did you?"
	"Oh, yes, I did. She told me that this was her punishment, it was not revenge for me. There was nobody else to do it, so I must. Because it was punishment she had no safety word, and I was to ignore her reactions. I was to cane her as hard as I could, thirty strokes. She knew I was quite strong so if I tried to go easy she would refuse to continue with me as slave and her as mistress."
	I didn't want to lose her, so I had to obey her, and I wasn't going to risk her anger, so it had to be done
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well. I sensed that immediately. I play a good game of tennis, so I do have a strong right arm. But I had never done this before. So, with her tied down, I took another bolster and tried some practice swings. I told her what I was doing, and I could see her arse clenching, relaxing and squirming about as I practiced. I think it made her flesh crawl seeing me practice for her, but she never spoke of it later. Once I was used to feel of the cane and had the right timing I went back to her. She was a tall, well-built girl, that is to say muscular in a pleasant way, blond and beautifully proportioned. I could see men going wild over her, stretched out and tied down with a golden all-over sunburn. Her buttocks partook of her general muscularity, for they were long and oval with a long deep groove between. Even relaxed they had this shape with long concave dimples parallel to their narrow crests.
	I asked her if she was ready. She yes, quite ready, she would count before the stroke, and when it was over I was to leave immediately after untying all but one hand of her bonds.
	She called out "one" and I flashed down the first stroke. It caught her on the very central summits with a fierce crack, and as the cane rebouded from the firm muscles I saw the red weal begin to form and colour. She gasped, but immediately called "two." I hit her again on the very base of the arse with the same result. She called "three" and I hit my hardest yet between the first two. She was working to control her breathing but with the third stroke her hips which had been still, apart from the impact of the cane, now began to heave and the muscles of her rump reacted involvuntarily and clenched together before relaxing again. "Four." This time my direction was not so perfect and the stroke landed across the first one. She shrieked as the pain coursed through her, frantically pulled and stretched her cords and thrust her hips into the bolster to relieve the agony. There was a delay before she called "five."

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When she did she must have been hoping I would hit a different spot. I did, I went for the upper slopes. The pain, though fierce, was more bearable and she made it through to ten with only strong gasps and vigorous heaves of her pelvis. By now the ten broad red angry stripes from the fat cane covered a good deal of her bottom and the remaining strokes were bound to overlap existing ones, perhaps more than once. So it proved. By the time she called "fifteen" her voice was a croak, gasped out when she could find manage a space between moans, and her spreadeagled body was in an agony of motion trying to relieve the burning fire and deep dull aches all over her raised rump.
	"Did she make it to thirty," asked Jennifer with wide open eyes, and I thought, a little nervousness in her voice, as if to say that this was out of her league. I was wondering too, but I didn't dare ask.
	Lisa said she had. By twenty she was howling with the pain of each stroke and its accumulated burden and could scarcely call for the next. Her whole up-ended arse was an agitated mass of squirming flesh, and it was a vicious colour of red and purple as the weals swelled and coalesced. Lisa hadn't dared to lessen the stroke, and she hadn't tried to hit harder, for she thought that probably Karina was in such pain she wouldn't be able to tell. Thus they had struggled through to thirty. Before calling `thirty' Karina managed to say the final one must be as hard as Lisa could hit. She called it, and Lisa had hit, very, very hard at the base of Karina's tortured bum. She had screamed blue murder in response. Lisa had flung down the cane, dressed as fast as she could, and then released Karina, all but one hand. But Karina was heaving, weaving, crying and sobbing on the bed and had made no attempt to further release herself. Her upraised rear end was an angry mass of dark red welts in stark contrast to the golden tan of her back and legs. Lisa had fled.
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after that. Lisa replied that although she would not have expected it, the beating she had given Karina, on top of the uncontrolled thrashing that Karina had given her earlier, made her desperately horny and she had spent the evening with her largest vibrator until she fell asleep with exhaustion. She had heard indirectly that Karina had called in 'sick' and had been off work for several days. Karina had told her not to call so that it was two weeks before she had heard from her. When she did call she demanded that Lisa come that night. She had given her the hardest beating ever, but said Lisa, it was wonderful, Karina had always been in control and Lisa had had an almost continual orgasm once she was well into the whipping, which was all over her body with a variety of belts followed by a `cat o' nine tails.' When it was over Lisa had buried her tongue deep inside Karina's shaven cunt, and Karina had been incoherent with ecstasy. Subsequently she repaid the compliment to Lisa, for whom this was a less frequent experience. She had almost fainted with the exquisite pleasure of it.
	"Come, Lisa," I said, "a different experience awaits you." I decided to take the bull by the horns for fear we should lose our resolve in the aftermath of Lisa's recitation. I worried that after the revelation of that heavy scene we might never get started, and I was aching to taste the range of pleasures that Lisa's gorgeous body offered. I led the way inside with an arm around the waist of each of my beauties. Their smooth swelling hips brushed against my legs and I responded as any virulent man might. I kissed both of them as we went. Lisa indicated her pleasure with gentle body language but said nothing. Jennifer wanged my prong and said that she could see I was ready again. I said in response, "And are you ready again, Jennifer?" Her reply was a squeeze on my cock and firm kiss.
	"Ready, Lisa?" I asked.
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You have heard my desires, though they count for little. "
	Jennifer could see that I had a plan in mind, so she allowed it to unfold. I arranged Lisa on the Futon lying with the bolster lengthwise beneath her back, but stopping at her bottom. Her legs I splayed and tucked back to the sides. Her lovely cunt was perfectly displayed, damp and slightly parted. I turned to Jennifer, handed her the hairbrush and said, "All yours, once I'm nicely settled, give me the ten I owe you." She was surprised!
	I knelt between Lisa's delightful thighs, settled my arms over her thighs and around her hips until I could get a good grasp of her bum. I lowered my head to her wet slot and began to lick along it from the base to the top. I was immediately rewarded by a gurgle from Lisa who put her hands on my head, and a crashing blast on my sore, upraised arse. My reaction delighted Lisa for I surged into her crotch and plunged my tongue deep within. Thereafter Jennifer timed her strokes to perfection, waiting, for example, until I settled to relatively routine manoeuvers about Lisa's clitoris before belting me for all she was worth. As lips, teeth and tongue lashed her clitoris in reaction to the searing pain, Lisa's reaction was like a crazed person. She held my head in place with her hands as I rode the heaving pleasuresodden flesh beneath me. The moaning cries of my delighted victim were half human and they were orchestrated by the feisty red-head with the hairbrush. The ten she gave me seemed to last forever for she used them to drive my lingual assault on Lisa to new heights, and she spaced them well apart in response the undulating cacophony of ecstasy that Lisa was producing.
	I didn't realise she had finished until I felt her stiff young tits pressing into my back and her hot whisper, "Now its my turn." She pulled me off Lisa, wrapped her arms round me and said "I lust you like mad. Give me ten and don't spare your arm." She handed me the cane. Quickly she replaced me between Lisa's legs and

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as her tongue got to work the raphsodic melody below her resumed.
	I took the cane, eyed once more the gloriously rounded tight rump, and kissed that bright pink but perfect target with a fierce caress of bamboo which whistled in the air and cracked-crisply on the bare skin. And so in my turn I whistled and cracked the cane upon those gorgeous globes, already highly tender. Their owner responded as I had done by feverish activity upon Lisa, who rewarded us all with her highly original orgasmic song. I was pleased with the cane prints which adorned Jennifer's bottom when I had finished. I spared her no vigour with my arm, and the marks would last a day or two, as would mine. When I pulled her up she embraced me fiercely and would have impaled herself without further ado on my rampant rod if I had not handed her the hairbrush, whispered, "Twenty," to her, and told Lisa to get up.
	I placed myself where she had been, and Lisa knew what was wanted and was upon me in a flash. She had scarcely settled to my cock when Jennifer flashed down the first stroke. Lisa's juicy fleshy rear absorbed it with hardly a sign. Jennifer went to work and it was not until the eighth stroke that I could feel from Lisa's sudden movement on my cock that Jennifer was making an impression. But Lisa was well trained, she licked and sucked my cock with relish, her teeth scraping the tight muscles until I burst in her mouth. Nothing Jennifer could do upset her her rhythm, although as a reaction to a fierce crack she would sometimes swallow over half my cock. I was quieter than Lisa herself had been, although I moaned nicely enough, even though I say it myself. I was approaching a second crisis when Jennifer's twenty came to an end. I motioned Jennifer down into my place and took my place behind Lisa. Her bottom was half-bent, but it was still quite fleshy, for it was naturally protuberant.
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had bambooed Jennifer. Lisa surged forward and Jennifer squeaked, I think with pleasure. I measured my strokes with pleasure having no fear of hurting Lisa beyond endurance. She was noisy in her attentions on Jennifer, who in turn was soon matching the aria that Lisa sung. Lisa had been learning her trade on my cock, although I think she had practiced at home on her dildos. But for Lisa, a cunt was home territory and Jennifer's had hardly been played before. For Lisa, enduring pain in pursuit of pleasure was second nature, so my flashing bamboo only added a searing piquant sexual sauce to her enjoyment of Jennifer. It also raised my cock to new heights of rigidity. When I flung down the cane I placed myself behind Lisa and sank slowly to the hilt until my belly was braced against her sore bum. That produced frantic pelvic motion that the cane could not. I grasped Lisa around the waist and pumped her gently. Both she and Jennifer wailed in response to my motions, Lisa because of me, Jennifer in reponse to Lisa's tongue. Lisa's rump and cunt quickly learned the art of milking a cock, and her muscular control soon extracted my seminal tribute. I shuddered upon her, and she allowed her body to lay flat on the bed, while never neglecting her oral attentions to the still whimpering Jennifer. I pulsed gently on Lisa, still stiffcocked, but now very tender.
	I nuzzled her ear through her thick hair and whispered to her that she had an exquisite derriere, a delightful pelvic motion, and succulent cunt that it was a joy to know. I told her I wanted to cane her again sometime, or perhaps use a cat o' nine tails. She wriggled and squeezed my cock with her cunt. I withdrew from Lisa, and asked Jennifer if she wanted me to finish her, and if so which way up. She pushed Lisa away gently and lay there, wide-legged, sopping wet and gaping wide. I plunged in and banged her vigorously about ten times. She screamed like a banshee, almost tore my hair out, wrapped her legs around me and pounded out

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an orgasm before hanging on for grim death beneath me as she enjoyed my aftershocks.
	We all settled down into snuggling group, kissing, caressing, cuddling, and nuzzling. Lisa was facing Jennifer and I was spooning myself against Lisa's back. I soon fell asleep.
	When I woke it was to find a slim brown thigh over Lisa's shoulder and to hear gentling sucking sounds and mewing, for all the world like a nest of suckling kittens. I felt around blindly until I found Jennifer's slim scarlet buttocks, I started stroking them at the same time as my other hand began to massage Lisa's scalp through her rich thick hair. My nether regions made a halfhearted attempt to enter the fray between Lisa's legs, but the day had been too much. I couldn't acheive anything more than a nominal thickening despite the heat in my arse. I lay back and enjoyed the spectacle, although it was more a radio show from my position. Since I couldn't join in I cat-called them. I said they were a thoughtless pair waking a poor tired guy like me, and that if I had the energy I'd place them side by side on the bed and blast their bottoms with the hairbrush, if not my belt. After that I told them I'd shaft them both, a stroke on the left, a stroke on the right, and the one who was unlucky enough to miss my final squirt would get a half a dozen with my belt to compensate. To my surprise that produced a frenzy of activity. I was pushed aside and they went at it head to toe with Lisa on top and the noise rising all the time. It was hard to resist Lisa's juicy rump, so I didn't. I had to avoid Jennifer's head, but there remained plenty of cane-scored rump for my hand. It made no difference at first but I soon detected a rise in the pitch of Jennifer's song, and the harder I hit the more violently Lisa's hips mashed into Jennifer's tongue. Eventually a screaming crisis hit both of them, and I marked it on Lisa's rump with some crisp cracks.
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arranged themselves to lie side by side. I made my way between them and made myself cozy with each a hand on a different breast. I rubbed two nipples and they took me in hand, but I had to ask for a respite, my cock was so sore. While we were resting thus the phone rang and Jennifer went off to answer it. Lisa took the opportunity to speak to me alone. She hugged me tightly.
	"Thank you so much, you have been very good to me. Will you cane me again, harder and longer?" She kissed me on the mouth and stroked my chest.
	"Today?" I asked, incredulously.
	"Maybe, why not?-though I do have to go soon. And your cock is exquisite inside me, I'd like that again afterwards. I am bi for sure, I've been wanting to know."
	"It really was my pleasure, maybe more than yours!" I couldn't really comprehend that after a sound spanking from Jennifer, and fifteen or twenty bamboo welts from me, that she could wish for more and harder.
	"You don't really understand my needs yet do you? But you will, I hope you and Jennifer will." She stated it plainly.
	Jennifer came back to say her mother wouldn't be in until late, after eleven so that we had the place to ourselves. I went off to a place by myself, for a pee. When I came back the girls proposed a cleansing swim followed by a snack they would prepare. We cavorted in the pool, then I had a snooze on the deck until Jennifer and Lisa came back with sustenance and still more wine. We ate in a nakedly civilised fashion and spoke only of the weather and local politics. By the time we had finished Lisa remarked that she had to leave to give a relative some promised help-for she had not expected any engagements today-but before she left she had a proposition.
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made me feel, and its the truth. You know I'm a sub, well I'd like be sub to both of you, available to you both together, or separately. What do you say?"
	As quickly as I could I said, "I'll say `yes' for both of us." A glance at Jennifer confirmed my decision, two sparking eyes and a winsome grin greeted my glance.
	"Is that all there is to it?" I asked.
	"No. Normally when a sub is passed on there is a little ritual," explained Lisa, "but in this case Karina has just left me without explanation, and I won't wait until she comes back," she went on. I noticed that being sub didn't prevent Lisa having a clear mind of her own, and speaking it.
	"So what is to happen," I enquired. "What is the ritual?"
	"The dominatrix giving up the sub will mark her. The one receiving the sub has the option to double or quits. So Karina ought to give me about four strokes along my buttocks. Whoever I go to they don't have to be both present together-doubles that at right angles. If, for any reason, the receiver rejects me I go back uncrossed. In this case I suggest Keith gives me four along, and that Jennifer crosses them with eight. That will have to do, Karina can lump it."
	"That's agreeable to us," said Jennifer promptly. "Lets do it now before you go. "
	"Good," said Lisa, "but I would like to have it done inside for I think I will wish to be noisy."
	Jennifer led the way carrying some of the dishes from our meal. We followed the rosy red rump lined with the precise, dark red tramlines imprinted there. More were to come.
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the cane and stood astride Lisa's shoulders with my legs just clear of her armpits, for her arms were stretched out in front of her. It was a perfect position.
	I intoned firmly, "These four are on Karina's behalf, delivered as she would have wished."
	The cane flashed down along the outside slope of her left buttock and Lisa shouted her anguish, but stayed put. The second followed, next to it on the same cheek and along the crest. Another shout, another brightening line of red, a quivering torso, then stillness. I marked the prostrated girl twice more, each marked with howl of pain. But I had to admire the resolute immobility of that tortured rear as it received those hurting, aching, burning strokes.
	I ceded the cane to Jennifer.
	"These eight stripes are a greeting from Jennifer and Keith. Receive them and know that you belong to us, and that we will honour you."
	Jennifer was now hitting parallel to the ten strokes I had already given Lisa. There was no way she could avoid all those angry markings. The agony would be for real, and it was. Each fierce whistle from the bamboo in Jennifer's right arm generated an incoherent but genuine shriek from Lisa. The first four were delivered from one side from the crest to the topslopes of Lisa's arse. Jennifer changed sides for the final four which whistled, cracked, welted and screamed their way to the very base of those stretched and juicy orbs. Lisa had said she would be noisy, and she was as good as her word. From habit she remained where she was. Jennifer realised this.
	"A welcome Lisa, from Keith and Jennifer. Your transition has been effected, come kiss my cunt for a few minutes, then you may go." Jennifer aided Lisa, eyes wet with tears, to her feet. She used the bolsters to support her back and spread herself wide. Lisa plunged in directly leaving her rear high and unprotected. Slurping noises followed. I was raging again
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despite my earlier protestations of tiredness. When I could catch her eye Jennifer nodded. I plunged in equally directly and felt Lisa's vagina grip me like a vice-a hot, wet, omni-directional vice. Merely entering her provoked my orgasm and as I slumped over her shuddering randomly as she milked me with her cunt, pulsing gently back and forth, for her satisfaction as much as mine. At the other end Jennifer came quickly, or was soon satisfied. She was as good as her word and we both released Lisa.
	Lisa told us she would probably be ready again for discipline in a week or two-depending on how long it took her cane prints to die away. It was usual in their circle to discipline only pristine unmarked flesh. However, in the meantime she was available for normal sexual activities subject, of course, to her normal social routine which was not heavy.
	I offered to drive her home for I felt sure she could not bear denim on her tenderized rear, and a seat astride her motorcycle. But she declined and wriggled painfully into very brief panties and denim jeans. I could see from the way she rode her bike that she was used to this dilemma for she lay almost along the seat, with most of that sore, denim-clad rear in the air. She vanished into the gathering gloom as Jennifer and I watched from a window. I made a phone call to `explain' that I wouldn't be back tonight, that something had `come up'. The message was understood, it was part of an unwritten, unspoken arrangement.
	I gathered Jennifer into my arms and cuddled her on the futon, stroking that lean, hard, hungry but temporarily sated body.
	"You are a clever girl."
	"I know, I can hardly believe our luck."
	"It wasn't all luck, some of it was damned hard fuck. Anyway, I can't do another thing tonight."
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you had it in you. I can well imagine you're tired. Let's watch someone else do it instead."
	So Jennifer put blue movies in the video until we fell asleep, covered by a thin sheet.
	Once, well on in the night I awoke and found myself spooned against Jennifer. My cock rose against the round, firm flesh of her warm bum. My bum was pleasantly warm too. I thought she was asleep, but the upper leg raised, a hand found my rod and threaded it into the tip of a sloppy wet slit. I pressed and entered, agonisingly slowly for 1 really was sore. Once inside I stayed there and we rocked gently together as I stroked her flanks and rubbed her bum with a spare hand until Jennifer led out a contented groan and I felt a wet flood enveloping me. I squeezed her breasts and she pushed her bottom towards me. I didn't come myself, nor did I see a silent naked shadow in the doorframe with an active hand between its legs.
	In the morning I awoke from a deep sleep to find myself alone. Jennifer had gone to work.
	"Wakey, wakey."
	Panic, that wasn't Jennifer's voice.
	1 looked round. A nude beheld me. A nice nude. The place was full of them. Of course, Jennifer's mother.
	"Was it you that caned Jennifer?" The voice seemed friendly enough, but it wanted to know. I decided to come clean.
	"Well yes. But it was reciprocal, that was agreed."
	"Really?" The naked voice was ironic and quizzical.
	I rolled on my turn, and pulled down the sheet.
	"I see. But Jennifer had more."
	"Yes, but the arrangement was different, she didn't have any to start with, and I had more with the hairbrush." None of it sounded very probable, in the cold light of morning.
	"Did you? Perhaps. It was looking a bit worse for the wear when I found it. Come on, cheer up, I've brought you coffee, and I'll cook you breakfast later."
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	When I rolled over to get the coffee my cock sprang into sight.
	"Oh, I like that, Jennifer has taste, she always has had, more than me. Her Dad had the taste, that's where she gets it, that's why he left me. Shall I take care of that for you?"
	Before I could reply she was down on the futon and had me in her mouth. To my amazement she gobbled up the whole thing, and in no time at all I ejaculated." She licked the tip dry and watched the muscle droop with satisfaction.
	I decided to drink my coffee before venturing onto a conversation, I was hoping for a few clues about how to behave. I was lucky, Jennifer's mother continued to talk.
	"Don't worry about me, I'm naturally horny and game for anything. Had a rotten time last night though. The guy's been after me for weeks, so in the end I let him. All talk and no cock. Big guy, but not as big as yours and didn't last two minutes. The usual crap. I was pissed off, so I did piss off-warm beer you might sayall over him, then I left. Came home horny as hell and found you two asleep. I didn't even know Jennifer had a guy and there you were glued together. Then I get up later for a pee and what do I see but you two shafting in the moonlight. It's more than a girl can stand. "
	I tried a conciliatory line.
	"Jennifer said I would like you, and I do."
	"She is so sweet and thoughtful. Do you like my body. I'm in good shape wouldn't you say?"
	She did some poses, first like a pinup in the newspaper, but then progressively more risque. It was a good figure, slightly fuller than Jennifer's, the waist a little thicker. The effects of age? Or different genes?
	"I'm Monique. What's your name?"
	"Keith. "
	"Keith, unusual, I like it. Will you do me a favour?"
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"Certainly, but bring the hairbrush first. "
	To my surprise she was off like a flash. I arranged the bolsters. She needed no prompting and quickly put herself over them with her ass in the air, high, tight and waiting.
	"You've done this before."
	"Not for years, but I know I need it."
	"Your word is `cock' but I don't think you'll need it. I'm giving you fifteen or twenty before you get a plunging,"
	She nodded. Before I began I stroked the back of her body all over, first with my hands, and then with the hairbrush, going between her legs and along her nicely matured quim. She was quivering with anticipation by the time I began. I told her it was coming, and then I began, much as I had with Jennifer, but harder for she had done this before. Besides she was desperate.
	She was still until number seven when her buttocks flexed and her hips began to thrust. By ten she was squeaking and gasping and her attempts to masturbate on the rough bolster caused her legs to spread wide and her bottom to rise high as she flexed her back, first one way, and then the other. I steadied myself with a hand in the small of her back and waited for the red rising flesh to tempt me. Thwack, crack and muffled imprecation. Such a mobile bum. Wack, "Ow-wow-wow-wowwow." At fifteen I thrust my hand between her legs and roughly along the wet folds of her cunt. She was just dripping. I gave her arse a good feel, and the backs. of her thighs.
	"That was fifteeen, but stay there. You're getting ten more for shameless exhibitionism and seduction of unwanted houseguests."
	I bent back to my task and plastered the frantic bum beneath me until when I stopped at twenty five it was cherry red all over, and the squirming self-selected victim was an undulating heap of groans and grunts.
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beautifully plastered ass, I love it this way, let's hope you do."
	I fell upon her. She was in no need of delicate handling and I gave her none. An acrobat couldn't have spread her legs further apart than Monique's were when I placed the tip of my prong in her wet pink petalsfor all the world like a red lettuce salad. I let my weight take me in and I was rewarded with a deep unearthly guttural groan. So she did like it this way. She was sloppier than Jennifer in this position. I put that down to twenty plus years of vigorous usage, and thanked my lucky stars, for my cock was still sore from the day before.
	I reached round her waist and got both hands in between her legs alongside my cock and diddling with this and that. She must have felt like she had three guys giving her the goods so I distracted her by licking her shoulders, and biting the backs of her arms. That did it. Talk about a roller coaster ride-I had a free one for five minutes. I only stayed aboard because I had both arms wrapped around her. I didn't have to do anything, her pelvis did the whole job, and she also provided the sound track. I had a few noises of my own but I was drowned out. My exertions with Jennifer and Lisa, after so many months of total inaction, caused my ejaculation to be long delayed. Eventually I sprayed Monique's innards and she responded in kind. I rode her body as its incessant waves slowly spent themselves on a shelving beach of sensual exhaustion.
	I pulled out spent, and was about to lie back when she flipped round flung away the bolsters and guided me ever so gently back inside, this time facing her. She lay still, as did I, but I kissed her breasts, neck, face and her closed eyes.
	She opened them and whispered, "I had a hot dog for breakfast, would you like bacon?" She laughed at her joke.
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She giggled, "I guess we've had all the cream."
	Gently I withdrew and this time she kissed me on the nose, and headed for the kitchen.
	She cooked a hot breakfast and made brandied coffee. Within half an hour I felt like a well-worn, freshlyrepaired secondhand middle-aged man. I told her so.
	She laughed and asked if I preferred older women! I said I always preferred them older than their daughters!
	"I was quite prudish yesterday when Jennifer suggested I should take you to bed!"
	"Did she indeed. What else did she say?"
	"She said you had bum like hers, and its true. That you had men in, she didn't think you'd been spanked (I gather that's not true), at least not here (that's not true either, now), and she complained that you hadn't told her she needed a riotously good fuck once a week to keep sane."
	Monique grinned. "Everyone needs a good fuck, but I suppose its easier to say that to get. But then I'm not as discriminating as Jennifer. You see, she would care about who screwed her-result no screws till now. Me, I take it if I can get it, with a few exceptions. Oh, nothing personal, present company excepted. You were good and you know it, its the best I've had for years."
	She was very open, so I asked, "When were you last spanked?"
	"Funny you should ask. It wasn't long before Jennifer's Dad left me. We used to do it now and then for fun. Mind you it was always me that got it-that's why I was checking up on you and Jennifer-but that last time it wasn't him that gave it me. We had a couple over for drinks and I got the hots for the guy. The girl was a prude, she wasn't interested in Don (my husband) and got upset at me for flirting. When I was fixing drinks I went and put on a skimpy short dress and left all my undies off. Then I bent over plenty in front of him. Don didn't mind much but she got mad and went home. The guy was aching, I could see his cock strain
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ing in his pants. Soon after she went Don took me over to Bill, put me over his knee and told him to spank me. Since I had the hots for him, he said, Bill could get me really hot. Bill had big hands and gave it me good-must have been thirty or more-real burners. When Don knew I was ready he -pulled off my dress and told Bill to strip off and did so himself. I had to suck him off while Bill pumped me from the rear. Don said Bill wouldn't get any joy at home that night so he might as well have it with me before he went. When Bill left Don gave it me twice himself. He left me two weeks later for an elegant girl in his line of business with cash and connections. She was a looker, but for her sake I hope she knew what her ass was in for when she slipped on the ring."
	After breakfast she ran me a warm bath and joined me in it. She washed my cock quite solicitously for I had told her it was sore. We were both tempted but I laid off my cock and stuck to giving Monique a hand job with a side order of tit and nipple chewing. She rode the light fantastic for what seemed hours and nearly broke my hand. He cunt could be quite capacious, but she had muscles like a desk vice when she got excited.
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CHAPTER #5

An evening at home

	When I got the chance that evening I phoned both Jennifer and Lisa. The latter was with the former, or so I deduced from the infor mation I received when phoning the latter's number. Complicated. I presumed that Jennifer was checking for sure that she was bi. I decided to leave well alone and filled in some time answering the mail my advertise ment had generated, as politely as possible. My cock was quite tender, it would be best left to its own devices.
	Polite responses mailed, I returned to consideration of my present state. At the moment I had no need of the fat piano teacher, although given a spare moment I thought I would mention it to Jennifer and see what she thought. That letter remained on the back burner, although it had its own way of smouldering.
	Bored I looked through the sex tabloid again. It was surprisingly easy to miss a potentially productive ad mixed in with so many from which I was specifically
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excluded-`no men,' but there might be something that Jennifer and I could take up together, even including Lisa. But the first thing I came across was a lonely, respectable, 40 year-old very sub housewife burning with sensuality who wanted bizarre and kinky letters. Well I could try that, no harm. Not knowing her interests I decided to let it all hang out. So this is what I wrote:

Dear lonely sub,

How teasing and provocative is your advert! I think that if you are led to make it, then just as 1 am led to read it and believe it, you are a person of outward respectability whose innate and deep sensuality is repressed so that you boil inwardly like an erotic volcano waiting to erupt. You ache with sexual urges you cannot express outwardly, and which consume you with their reality.
	You have a vast repertoire of imaginary erotic encounters-an imagination flooded with outrageous scenes-thoughts that cannot be revealed, even to close or intimate friends. But it takes time for you to relax and to come to terms with your romantic and erotic lust. Perhaps you could relax with someone whose thoughts are as wild as yours-to whom in discreet letters and whispered conversations you can reveal those suppressed thoughts and allow your body to misbehave itself, and let your tingling nerve ends drive your mindscape to a seething orgasmic boil.
	It is my belief that you would like to be seen in public as the hot-blooded whore you offer your lover. First a picture of naked perfection, not a scrap of bodily hair below your neck, an immaculate sculpted nude, endlessly smooth, cool, crisp, inviting, mysteriously scented, a glimmer of an invitation on slightly parted lips, and a shameless view of delicate petals, teasingly folded. Later, glistening with perspiration, as if with a

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seductive skin oil, after a frantic orgasm at the hands of K.. & . . .La Chanteuse . . . but let me start at the beginning.
	I shall take you dancing, a small private club where we can waltz, quickstep, and foxtrot, an all female band and with a slender, throaty, blonde, Quebecoise chanteuse. Low lights and a very select clientele, chic, educated in the very best sense of the word, and not easily shocked, perhaps never shocked at all. The evening is nicely advanced and we are comfortable on the floor after a pleasing meal. It is a slow waltz and you are nestled in my arms. In the hiding gloom you have allowed, nay by gentle movements you have insinuated, my leg between your legs and you are rocking gently back and forth with a beat in time to the music, but also to a private need. You are shamelessly masturbating yourself through the thin material of your summer dress, pushing hard against the firm muscles of my leg. 1 know very well you are quite nude beneath your dress. It is your habit when you want to be thrilled and exhibited.
	I whisper in your ear. "1 want to strip you and whip you, that chanteuse has her eye on you, she'd enjoy that. "
	You crush yourself against me, 1 can feel the hard points of your breasts-the rigid nipples and the firm engorged flesh-hard against my chest.
	"Perhaps 1 shall just strip you, you'd enjoy that, and so would everyone else. I could give you to that chanteuse. What would she do to you?"
	Your body responds, and 1 know you want me, for you are easily roused.
	1 have danced you close to the stage, a muted spotlight floods the area and we are in its fringes. The chanteuse is eyeing us. There is a sharp-edged eroticism to her singing, and her suggestive body movements. She swivels her pelvis and jabs a small, round, tightly denim-clad ass outwards at her audience when
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she turns. She wears a short, sleeveless t-shirt through which small, hard, pointed tits thrust in search of relief. Her stomach is bare and long lean legs are outlined by clinging jeans. She has undone the top buttons on the fly of the jeans so that they are splayed open in a v, and an unfastened thin leather belt hangs down at either side.
	I know you have been looking at her over my shoutder, and I know she turns you on, for I know your tastes. You adore the slutty look, the opposite of your own, natural, sleek perfection. You respond with more shameless rubbing of my leg, and tit crushing on my chest.
	I move my hand down your smooth bare back and track your backbone downwards until l feel the fleshy rise of your rump, then I follow the wide open cleft between those juicy globes. I'm inside your dress now, and my fingers are kneading your bare ass. I turn you so the chanteuse can see what I am doing. She's watching closely, and her motions with the microphone tell me what she would do to you.
	I pretend I have discovered the lack of knickers.
	"Shameless bare-assed bitch. " You love dirty talk in the right place. "Bad girls get spanked on bare bums for bare bums." I feel you mash yourself against me. I squeeze the bare bum in question beneath its thin cover of summer dress. I tease the firm underslopes of your rump and begin to slide my hand between your legs from the rear. I feel you slump your body weight onto my hand trying to trap it between the full fleshy folds of your vagina.
	"Not yet!" you implore me.
	"No, " I whisper, "later you'll be spanked. And very hard. "
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and push it down to your elbow. I do the same to the other strap.
	On my command you release your arms. The dress drops to your waist to reveal your breasts, sweetly full and swelling, milk chocolate brown aureoles raised high and long nipples hard with desire. I take hold of your head and thrust my tongue into your mouth. When your arms wrap round my shoulders I drop mine, reach round and lower the short zip at the back of your dress. With both hands I push the dress over your smooth round hips, pulling my hands down your silken flanks, patting the fullness of your rump as I go. You step out of the shapeless dress around your feet and kick it away. Dark pink, mid-thigh high stockings frame your smoothly widening thighs as they lead the eye to a full rounded provocative rump. Arses are always rounder and fuller undressed than they seem before.
	"Eyes are upon you," I say, "a naughty, nicely nude woman."
	The blonde chanteuse's eye stares, deep, hard, pallic looks. If looks could fuck you'd be on the floor beneath her.
	"Don't worry," I say, "everyone can see you, and that is what you wanted. "
	The floodlight follows us as I dance you round the floor, slowing, stopping before each couple at a table. You hide your face in my shoulder, but I look over your shoulder to the couples. Both men and woman appreciate you, and at my nod they reach out and stroke your offered bottom. The ladies weigh the globes; the men, they are not gentle, even if gentlemen, slide their hands beneath and between those globes.
	"Push it out," I instruct you as they reach to touch you. "They want you in their bed, a juicy naked morsel to toy with." I know that in your present mood you will do anything.
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audience. I dance you back in front of the band, and as we go I unwind you from me and force you to twirl. The full beauty of your smoothly flowing figure is evident, you are soft and sweet, afar cry from the hard, lean, phallic eroticism of the chanteuse. She sees the light blonde curls of your pubic hair, closely trimmed on the mons veneris, removed elsewhere. I pull you back to me, your back against my chest. I tell you, "I shall let her shave your cunt. " 1 feel your delighted shudder, and I feel the fullness of your soft, bared, familiar bottom against my straining cock. With one arm I hold you close around the waist, with the other I tease the frantic tips of your swollen breasts. You have your eyes shut, I know that, though I can't see them.
	You don't want to see people seeing you. You prefer to think it is a dream, even though it is real and you love it. You will deny it all tomorrow when I tell you in the morning bed. I whisper in your ear. "She wants you, that iron-hard, bony chanteuse. She wants to devour you. I think first she wants to whip you."
	"No, I won't be whipped, I've never been whipped in public. " Your voice is quite agitated.
	"No, you haven't. And when you are it will be me that does it. But there is always a first time, shall it be now?" It's a threat 1 sometimes make.
	"No, please, please. " The last `please' was soft and imploring. "Anything but that, not tonight. "
	The chanteuse has removed the belt from her jeans. She holds it in her teeth. Long-fingered hands push down her jeans, over hips, down her thighs. She kicks them away. She is quite bare below her belly, a gaping space between the top of her thighs reveals a pouting shaven slot, glistening wet. A bony hand pumps that slot. With the other hand she takes the belt and slashes the air. Her eyes are dark and haunted, burning with need, they are fixed on you.
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in the air. She is coming down from the stage, closer, closer, closer. "
	You writhe in my grip, the squirming reveals the elegant curves of your pale, floodlit, nudity, like a nymph discovered in the moonlight by a satyr. 1 keep your bottom nicely lodged on my bulging cock, you can feel the erection that is aching to impale you. To keep balance your legs are splayed wide, and I know your cunt will be showing prettily, frothing with need. I tell you to place your arms behind you and to hold onto me. Fully stretched breasts search out relief, casting conical shadows on your tummy as they point towards the floodlight, like blind men seeking out an invisible light.
	The chanteuse approaches. Will she whip you? I have said not. I catch her eye over your shoulder, she drops the belt. But still she advances. Your eyes are still shut. Long hard fingers and scratching nails tear down your body from belly to thighs, raking the tender skin. You scream and shudder, the shock causes you to climax. She rakes you again from shoulder blades, down over full, tender, erogenised breasts, down to your belly, tearing the orgasm from you. Hands reach for your inner thighs and slide their way quickly up to your very being. Her right hand impales you. You shudder and groan, press your weight upon the hand, trap it with strong soft-skinned thighs and worry it to an inarticulate crisis.
	It is gone. I feel your slumping weight. You whimper.
	"There will be more later. I could turn you, she could whip your arse with that thin belt, you could come again, and again. And again at home when I remind you with my hand. " I am teasing you, but you know I may not be teasing, if it pleases me. Another time 1 would permit it, but 1 have other plans, 1 want that chanteuse myself, I want that lean, hard, horny, bitch for myself, sadist bastard that I am, before I let her have you. When she's had you, 1 shall have her

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again. You don't know that. I don't think you have opened your eyes.
	"NO! no! not now. Please, 1 don't want a whipping. "
	I turn you, and 1 squeeze juicy buttocks together from the sides. A narrow firm target, a sharp dark crack between. You may still think 1 shall let her whip you, hard, on the narrow arse offered by my squeezing.
	"You are selfish," I say. "We should all enjoy it. The educated, refined, repressed clientele, you, me, and the chanteuse. We should all enjoy seeing you have your ass whipped. It's a very full, pale and juicy ass, its a wickedly thin, old, hard leather belt. It would kiss you fiercely, you could cry on my shoulder. There would be a mass of thin red welts for me to kiss better. It would take two or three days to get better. You would have to lie on your tummy on the bed. You know how your bum enchants me! I would prong your little bottom hole, when we'd finished with your cunt."
	You are incoherent upon me. The chanteuse has retrieved her belt and looks menacing. I tell you, "If she whips you, there are half a dozen ladies here tonight who will be whipped when they get home, you'd like that wouldn't you? That's real power my dear, yield and wield it, why don't you." I can sound very plausible when I try.
	Still you whimper and implore. You make surprising offers. I tell you. "Next time you come here with me you will be whipped, and fucked, for the audience. Over that chaisse. " I feel you quiver and shudder with nervousness. You know I shall have it done. It is something we have spoken of. But that is next time.
	I am decided already. A head shake from me and the half-naked chanteuse retreats eyes fixed upon you. Disappointed ladies are around me, there are many, very many, who adore a good ass thrashing even though they know it will be their turn later, at home, over the bed. Squeamish men and hard men look sor
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rowed, for the same reason, they will have no handy precedent as a bedroom argument. The spotlight softens and fades. I dance you away nude and illuminated only by your own pale skin striped with the long raw scratches from the chanteuse. You are so near, and for the audience so very far away. Your coat is brought. A taxi is called and while we wait 1 scribble a note and despatch it.
	In the taxi you cuddle close, and 1 put my hand inside your coat. I tell you of one particular lady who was sat there alone.
	"Petite, with long glossy raven hair and a milky skin, a low-cut dress revealing truly exquisite tiny breasts, neat swelling globes of alabaster, daring someone to expose them, excited nipples suppressed by fabric, but the bulges apparent to a keen eye like mine. A tiny waist she had, swelling hips (or else the waist would not look so narrow), and the rest was left to my imagination for she never left her seat. A juicy rump no doubt. She was deeply affected, she was breathing very deeply, 1 could see it in the heaving of her breasts. She was willing the chanteuse to beat you, I saw her jump when she raked you with those claw-like fingers. She had an orgasm herself I'm sure, for she was holding onto the table."
	While I am telling you this you worm your hands into my pants and extract my cock-seven and a half inches of rigid muscle. Delicate hands handle it expertly and soon the tender tip expects a softer touch. Your cunt is out of reach now, so I knead your breasts and tweak the nipples to hurt you enough. You settle to your task, you might moan if you could, but soon you place the tip of your tongue on the tip of my prong and begin to lick. Your mouth slips down over the circumcised hood, further and further while fingernails scrape the shaft. You know your business and shortly you have mine. The crisis comes and 1 spurt hot semen into your mouth. You swallow, lick me clean and re-

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treat victorious as we turn into the street where you live.
	The driver has been enjoying the view, although it is common one for a late night cabbie. I tell you you to wait by the door when we arrive, open it but wait there. I pay the cabbie, open the street door and tell him to watch, there is something to see. The street is otherwise empty. I move behind you to the side of the doorway. You face the cabbie.
	I tell you, "Open your coat, and let me take it off. Turn slowly and walk up the stairs. "
	You do so. In the bright harsh light of the street he sees you, fully from the front. I know how lovely the view is. You linger, his eyes will be taking in the raking red stripes given to you by the chanteuse. Very slowly you turn, so he may enjoy the profile of your full breasts thrust out, the dip of your back and upper rise of a provocative rump asking for the personal attention it may soon receive. Finally you turn, swivel your hips and move into the shadows of your stairwell. You love to show yourself, though you won't admit it.
	Inside your apartment 1 tell you to shower at leisure, attend to your hair, and wait on your bed, spread out wide on your back, like a starfish. Fresh, pink, seeping pink, and waiting. For whom?
	1 do not have long to wait. The doorbell chimes softly, belying the visitor whom I let in. Dark dishevelled hair, dark glasses on a dark night, a worn leather coat and stilletto heels, a lumpy leather handbag.
	1 take off her glasses, we want none of ~ that anonymity. Desires may be dark, but they are openly desired, and the eyes must see and be seen. I take her coat as she removes it, and thereby denude her. It is no secret, it was demanded, and it is given willingly. The stilletto heels throw her thin, lean, slightly muscular legs into sharp relief. There are times when long strained lines of hard muscle appeal, when smooth tight knots of muscle stand out in contrast and demand a handling. This
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is such a time. The rasp of crisp charcoal on rough paper would incarcerate those hungry lines of sexual desire forever.
	But I make her remove the heels in deference to the hard floors and the soft carpets. I fix both of us a drink, a long hard drink. She prowls round the room like a cat, inspecting the tasteful artwork, while I take in the angular lines of her body. We have another drink. 1 am still dressed, though I have removed my jacket.
	"You agree?" I ask.
	"Oui."
	"Menage d trois, ce soir, " I venture, "mais apres . . . "
	"Oui, apres . . ."
	"Bon, et maintenant. . . " I point. She removes the narrow leather belt, her only covering. A twenty-three inch waist, seven inches of overlap, a thirty inch belt. It is dark and narrow, less than an inch wide, but luxuriantly thick, holding its line, not wrinkled and twisted. I remove my shirt. I sit her on the floor, legs splayed wide but bent back behind her. The long welldefined slit between those legs glistens wet, flanked by pouting lips. Hands on her head, head thrown well back, taut tits jutting blindly outwards and upwards, a short stiff curve beneath jaunty nipples.
	I take the belt and test it whistling in the air, I thwack into a cushion. I have its measure. I lay the first stroke firmly and precisely along the inside of her thigh, the end of the belt stops a few inches from the inner sanctum. The lean body jerks, the mouth gasps. 1 repeat the stroke along the other thigh, and 1 get the same response. She doesn't want me, so she won't give me the pleasure of her reaction.
	1 kneel between her knees, opposite their ends. "Keep your head back," I remind.
	1 lay a hot stripe diagonally across the chest, between the wellseparated tight breasts, and onto her flat, hard belly, a hungry, muscle clad belly. A belly for sexual enticement, not fatly fed-a chanteuse does
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not live in luxury. This chanteuse cries a guttural sob. She cries its twin to greet the crossing stripe. Two red swarths of heated flesh cross her front.
"Over and spreadeagle," I instruct.
	She falls forward and spreads out, there on the dark blue shag carpet. I have never had such a lean lady before, no spare fesh, sharply-defined muscles everywhere, except for two tiny, plump, pert buttocks. Buns to dream of, pale buns to beat. As she waits I remove my trousers and I bring an object from a drawer. She will not see it, but 1 want my cock free to respond, though I shall not enter her, yet.
	I run my fingers along the heated flesh on the inside of her thighs stopping as I reach her crotch. I see the movement as her buns clench, she's hot and can't control herself. Good, when she's boiling, then 1 will let her loose. I take the belt. Care is needed as I whip it down along the length of a slender leg. A groan greets the hot flash, another matches the stripe that follows on her other leg. I move to her head. I am sorely tempted by that tiny, pale, perfect ass, but a hard back calls. Three belting cracks I lay upon her long back. They cause her to buck and weave, twisting her back to shake the pain. I am beside her, three more across to mark a tic tic toe. Now I am ready. I bend to her head and whisper.
	"Four to blister your ass, and then I have a tiny whip for here, be sure to wait. Only then may you go, " and I tease the wet lips of her open slot. She tries to ignore my hand. Her mind succeeds, but I know a masturbating body when I see one.
	It seems outrageous, in cold print, to describe what I am about. Whipping with her own belt, a slim, pale, spreadeagled, helpless girl. But it is agreed. She came to do a deal, she can rise any time. There is a price to pay for a juicy morsel of pink, flushed, perfectly-bred flesh. She is paying me the price of access to breeding. It will be well worth it. She knows that.

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Sexual need is a strange bedfellow with logical principles.
	There is no need now to be careful. There is just me, the narrow weighty belt, and that pale erotic target. Whish, cur-rack. What a lovely howl of anguish as 1 hit her hard, and a broad, red track appears like magic on the flawless skin. Such a tiny, narrow ass. The crack of the belt indenting the innocent skin is matched by the shriek renting the air that follows micro-seconds later. A hand flies down beneath her and between her legs. Thrice more that belt flies down, agonising pale flesh, yielding animal howls, a pure sensual reaction to clean pain.
	"Remove your hand. Wait." I had brought from a drawer a miniature masterpiece. Six thongs of leather shoelaces with tiny terminal knots. The thongs are tied to a wooden penis, huge with bulging veins and a fat hood, shaped to the hand. 1 kneel facing her ass, my legs either side of her back.
	"She is well whipped. She's a hot bitch, " a low, clear voice intoned.
	I look up to see you pale, smooth, seamlessly smooth, freshly laundered, lightly scented, quivering as you lean against the doorframe. I smiled wickedly at you.
	I flog. the hot bitch beneath me, along the backs of her thighs, alternate strokes on each leg. 1 work inwards. Several quick strokes, not vicious but firm, deep between the legs. I know how they sting on the wet flesh, for I have tried the whip on my wetted cock. My cock springs in the air before me. Three more strokes, violent convulsions of a pale, redstriped ass, unearthly noises. I turn, still straddling the chanteuse, I place the belt in her hand, 1 bend and whisper, "She's yours.''
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your head trapped between slender, strong calves. Her knees pin your chest and shoulders, and her cunt is mashed in your face. She leans forward and roughhandles your flattened breasts, kneading the flesh, crunching them together till she hears you moan. "Lick bitch . . . faster . . . more," chastises the frantic chanteuse inccessantly, the same words over and over again like a cloistered chant. She picks up the belt and flashes strokes in front of her, aimlessly across your belly, along the front of your thighs, strokes miss and wrap inside. One catches your sloppy quim, wet with juices so soon after a scented shower, and there is a muffled squeak, squirmings like a landed salmon, and frantic activity between the chanteuse's calves.
	The chanteuse is reduced to moaning now, a low speechless noise of agony and ecstasy. She flattens herself along your body and rakes your legs with her nails. She reaches beneath to grasp your fullsome cheeks and her mouth descends to your cunt now widespread, gaping and wet. A long tongue rasps and your whole body writhes upwards in an arch of desire. Long fingers come from beneath and join her tongue within you. A screaming summit is reached by both, a painful climax
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	I have waited enough. The doubled-over chanteuse presents a pretty picture. A broad, open, unmarked vee of flesh between the tiny whipped cheeks, a dark inviting vortex and her murky wet slot pressed noisily against your face. I crawl forward and kneel at your head, and her toes and rear. I touch her and she senses my need and rears that hot ass higher, well clear of your face. I take the shoelace whip and backhand some reminders on the wet slot before my straining prong eases forward to the dark fold. I press forward when I have the tip placed and my stiff fatness pries apart the wet passage as the hungry exterior lips devour my probing monster. What an agonising relief to feel each inch enveloped, wetly clamped until the sloppy lips them
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selves seem to mouth for my balls. I feel for those small hard tits and trap the hard nipples between my fingers. I squeeze hard. I grasp and thrust with a vigour I cannot control. The new sensation overcomes the old, the chanteuse sings a different song, a song of sexual proclivity, an age-old song of cocks in cunts, with a new cadenza of short, gasping grunts. We are all as one, wet and wailing. Your own mewing reaches another crescendo as my victim thrusts a long hot tongue deep into you.
	Spent, we nuzzle together, stroking and kissing, such a contrast to the violence we have done each other. 1 kiss the chanteuse along her welt marks, and especially the ones on her bottom. I am fascinated by that tiny agile bottom. She in turn browses on the endless silk slopes of your body. With the edge taken off her she is touchingly sensual, and I hear you moaning happily to yourself. I drift off to sleep with my head resting on the chanteuse's rump, but when I wake I am pushed off to one side, and she is playing a different tune. She was determined to get her belt's worth, for now I saw that she has you face down and your prettily rounded rump airily poised over a bolster and a pillow. Your legs were splayed wide apart as she knelt between them bent on various noisy lingual tasks. Her arms were clasped around your thighs and lower hips. I could hear her smacking the skin with her long bony hands, and I as watched mesmerised her hands smacked their way up your hips and around to the fullness of your silky bottom's separated cheeks. Her tongue never let up, and I knew from your position and my knowledge of your topography just how nicely she could access the sweet long folds of your pussy, and how easily a long tongue like hers could penetrate your sensitive vaginal channel. The sweet erratic noises you made merely confirmed what I already knew.
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as hard as she could, allowing for the fact that she could only use her forearms to gain speed for the smack. You mewed happily at this usage and as the tempo increased so did the churning of your hips which seemed to follow a figure of eight pattern, as if to catch the tasty stings of her hands without relinquishing any of the indescribable wet pleasures between your legs. As I watched she must have smacked your bottom forty or fifty times and there was a flushed bright tinge to it.
	Suddenly she lifted herself and moved positions. Her face came out from between your legs, she moved astride one of your legs so that she could ride the firm muscles and tendons at base of your thigh to pleasure her cunt. Her left hand went to your pussy and her right arm, now with full freedom, spanked your bum so hard and relentlessly that the heat showed in the flaming crimson which appeared there. You, for your part mixed little squeaks for pleasing pain with unearthly moans of orgasmic pleasure. I know the course your pleasures run and when you are riding along pain driven crescendo only the universe knows what you actually feel, your animal noises are no guide to minor details. The chanteuse knows that too. She reaches for the belt, doubles it and beats a healthy tattoo across the seared flesh. These flashes draw muted screams of ecstasy and I see the chanteuse visibly stiffen and ride her own sharp peak upon your thigh. As she does so her stroke falters. But she sees me watching, grins and gestures at you. I am ready and 1 fall upon you. The entry is easy for the chanteuse has had her hand within. I drive deep and quickly and I hear in throaty gurgles the recognition of a well known cock about its business. Once settled I support myself on my hands and enjoy seeing myself skewering a wet slot in the shade below a crimson welted ass. When I have seen it like that before, it has been my own work.

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	But I am not to be alone. 1 feel the chanteuse embrace me from behind her arms beneath mine, tiny engorged breasts jabbing my back, bare pubis rubbing my own bulging muscular buttocks. Long hands play with my cock as it emerges wet and shiny from your slot. Sometimes they rub your tender bottom and tease my bollocks. There is no point in waiting for you to finish, I know that, infinity is not for mortals. I drive to my own climax until I shudder and spurt within you. I lie forward over you and enjoy the ride, as the swell from a distant storm beats upon the beach. It takes you a long time to subside, and all the time the chanteuse holds tight to me.
	I am still stiff and the chanteuse by blatant exploration has discovered that fact. Gently she pulls me out and off you. As she does so she whispers in my ear "Front fuck me."
	I oblige. I see that you have rolled around and removed the pillows to see what we are about. Curled up neatly to watch. After all the orchestrated violence we have perpetrated between us, this front fuck' is gentle and undemanding. She lies back quietly, draws up her legs and splays them. Tenderly she holds me, and as I mount her and she reaches for me and places the tip of my cock at the mouth of her bare, damp, darkly inviting cunt. It is an action I love to have done for me. Before I sink within I lean forward and kiss her with exquisite delicacy on the end of her nose, her eyes, and finally her mouth. Our tongues enmesh, and as they do I let my weight take me to her inner depths. She utters a groan of quiet delight. When I am in, I reach round to hold her bottom, and slowly I allow a finger to reach inside her bum hole.
	Very slowly we build the rhythm and it never becomes fast, just complete in itself. Long deep strokes, out to the tip, back to the depths as the entrance of her womb teases the rim of my hood. It does not take too

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long, that is not the intent. She comes easily for as I kiss her neck and shoulders, her entire body arches in a rigid greeting, and brings my crisis by running her fingernails down my back. I don't think I have any juices left, but my cock receives a soaking from her spray. I lie upon her until I am slack, resistant even to the ever gentle pulsing of her cunt. She thanks me for everything. I know what she means, it is less the actions than the access for which she is grateful. I fall asleep quickly, arms around any smooth and tender flesh I can reach. When I wake again they are both asleep and 1 drift off again after a blurry vision of pale sweet flesh endlessly intertwined.
	The blonde tries to leave anonymously in the morning. Very discreet, but I see her moving naked around the apartment to get a drink of water, and to shower. Her belt has marked her well. Her legs, back and buttocks are marked with the dull red stripes l placed there as payment for my provision of your acquiescence.
	I go to her as she leaves. Her leather coat is still open, so I run my hands inside and around her and kiss her gently.
	"OK?" I enquire as my hands run over the temping pout of her small round rump.
	She nods.
	"I will whip you again." It is a statement, not a question, and it is not just because of you.
	She meets my eyes and nods quickly in silent agreement.
	1 give her my card. She scribbles her number on another of my cards, and leaves. I do not know her name.
	I return to you with a morning erection before me, strong and proud. You are happy to be awakened, and roll sprawling on your back waiting to accept me, to envelope me with soft, warm, firm flesh. You are as wet as you usually are in the morning, the

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entry is easy, and the rest may be forgotten on this occasion.
	I wonder what you will tell your fellow workers when they ask after your evening.

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CHAPTER #6

A new initiate

	I met Jennifer three days after we had parted, or rather, after she had left me to the tender, oh so tender mercies of her mother. She was highly amused when I told her the outcome and said she had known we would get on well, after all we had age in common. I caught her an unexpected spank on her bare neat rump, for of course we were naked, standing by the pool. She squealed with delight and twirled away, but told me I had no spanking rights until all her marks were gone, and that would take several more days. I looked carefully and could see that was true, as it was for me too. Well, it was if you counted cane prints as spanks! So I tried it on anyway to see what she'd say.
	"You've no spank marks any more Jennifer, only cane prints. So I can spank you."
	"You could if I'd let you, but I won't, for a good reason of my own."
	"Tell. "
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	So, I didn't press her as I was learning quickly about Jennifer, she usually had a plan. She brought out drinks and settled herself, bottom up, on a mattress while she read through the responses I had had to my advertisement. I preferred a chaise longue with a nice view of Jennifer's elegant brown figure, and the marks I had printed on her firm little rear.
	She threw each letter to one side as she read it, and said little. I watched her carefully since I guessed she might start masturbating her mons veneris against the mattress if she got interested. She snortled and giggled at the fat piano teacher and said she was all mine. I retorted that presently I preferred her, Jennifer, with the hairbrush, at least until she put on some weight. She put her tongue out and began reading again.
	In a little while I saw the tell-tale signs. Her hips were flexing gently, ever so gently and I could see her bum contracting and relaxing-very pretty. After a minute or two more she spread her legs a little and continued. I could see the divided flesh of her pussy. She couldn't easily help herself with a hand for she had propped her head up on her elbows and needed her hands anyway to control the paper in a slight breeze. So I watched with interest. She kept a fairly steady rhythm, it was just a way to get steady relief, and by peeping round her I could see what she was reading. It was the letter I had written on spec to the bored housewife. I had brought along a photocopy of the original.
	Jennifer's movements had brought me to a head so I called, "Body language tells me you're interested."
	She replied, without turning her head, "Come and see if we speak the same language, besides I need help."
	I could see she did, so got up, and moved over her and rubbed my stiffened cock along her bum cleavage while I nuzzled the back of her neck. I saw she had reached the bit where I was whipping the chanteuse.
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	So I readjusted my aim and speared the fluid flesh a little lower. The bottom reared up to welcome me and made sure I was nicely buried, a delicious warm enveloping feeling.
	"Just steady," counselled Jennifer, "I don't want a gallop until I finish this."
	I matched my motion to hers, enjoying the sight of her lovely welcoming body, until I felt her pace quicken. She flung the paper aside saying she'd get the last fuck later, but she needed hers now, and lets be away to races.
	I bent to the task with abandon, wrapping my arms around her waist and letting my hands join my cock in teasing the outer folds of her pussy, and occasionally accompanying my cock within her. This was still novel enough with Jennifer to drive to her to distraction, especially when I licked roughly and wetly the back of her neck and shoulders. We kept at it for minutes at a time while she moaned happily beneath me. I slowed down to control my climax but her reaction was to milk me with her cunt, both flexing her hips up against me more vigorously and using her vaginal muscles to squeeze my cock firmly.
	Well, if that was what she wanted she could have it. I grabbed hard onto her taut tits and thrust mightily. She wailed with great delight and matched every move I made. I told her what I would do if I had that hard little ass over my knee right now and that seemed to do the trick for both of us. I shuddered and shot and she uttered a series of stattaco gasps I hadn't heard before. My cock was enveloped in hot deluge. I kissed her ear and shoulder and told her we should go on the stage.
	Jennifer gurgled, "Maybe we will." Cold chills went up my spine now that I knew Jennifer as I did. She reached for the paper she had thrown away and read `the last fuck' as she had styled it. I was still inside her as she did so but I didn't try to start anything.

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	"I really like this, can I keep it," asked Jennifer, "there is someone I want to show it to."
	"Of course," I replied, "what do think the bored housewife's reply will be like?"
	"Probably like mine, but doing it herself! She'll be dying to meet you, but I don't suppose there is such a club, even in big cities."
	"No, I suppose not, though you might manage something at the sort of do that Lisa was telling us about. That reminds me, Lisa! I gather you were checking to make sure you were bi the other night. That's how I read it. "
	"You're nosy"' said Jennifer, "but yes, I am truly bi, and it took me hours to be sure."
	"I'll bet, it looked dead certain to me the first time you met."
	"You can't trust male intuition," remarked Jennifer, and laughed. "Seriously though, I learnt a lot from Lisa about what she expects of us. Basically she'll do anything for us, she likes being used when she's being submissive, and anything goes. But it doesn't have to be beating hell out of her every time we meet. "
	I said, "I'll bet you have some things in mind."
	Jennifer replied. "I do, but get off now, I'm expecting company."
	I extracted myself and went back to my chaise longue. Jennifer positioned herself with splayed legs so that the sun burnt into every little crevice. Then she unburdened herself.
	"Do you remember I told you how the girl at Skoobs took my name and address."
	I recalled that she had and said how odd it seemed.
	"Well, she phoned me yesterday and said she wanted to interview me about my book reading habits as part of a reader survey, and could we meet? So I agreed to be interviewed but only here. I invited her to come but told her she would have to obey the customs of the house, which were a little unusual, and that I would

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explain them when she arrived. She agreed, and did sound nervous. Very tentative. What do you think?" Jennifer asked me.
	"Sounds completely fishy to me. I doubt that Skoobs do their surveys that way, if they do them at all. Least of all would they use their salesgirls." That was my view.
	"Just what I thought. I think she's trying to make contact with people like us, and is very clumsy."
	"What's she like?" I asked, since I could see we might have another recruit.
	"Rather nondescript. Pale brown woollen dress, mousy blond, slight build, scarcely any breasts showing, and I didn't even see her bum. Nothing to get excited about. "
	I said, "We'll see. She might be better starkers than she is dressed. And it doesn't sound as if she was trying. She might tart herself up if she gets interested in something. What are you going to do?" I asked with interest.
	Jennifer grinned. "First she'll have to strip-house rules-then after a swim, plenty of wine and cheese she can state her case. I'll turn the tables on her pretty easily, and threaten, ever so gently to go to Skoobs. Then she'll have to bend her bottom to my will, which whether she knows it or not, is what she really wants. You can watch from afar, but I think she might need you towards the end."
	With that Jennifer looked significantly at my rising monster.
	She said, "Come in the house, its nearly time for her. You can watch from Mum's bedroom."
	We went inside and within a few minutes a car was heard to arrive. I secreted myself with the bedroom door slightly ajar.
	I heard the ejaculation of surprise from the visitor on being greeted nude by Jennifer. Jennifer was very polite about it, took her to her bedroom where I presume the
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stripping was accomplished before she was led out to the poolside. I couldn't hear the conversation, but without much delay they both dived into the pool. Jennifer brought her guest round to the small springboard so that I should have a better view. It wasn't such a bad view after all. A narrow back and neat waist, slim legs, and a lean oval bottom cheeks with a tight cleft between. When I saw her rear in profile I saw that it swelled out nicely from her lower back and waist, but that the backs of her thighs seemed to merge seamlessly with it without the characteristic undercut separating the flesh of the bottom from the thigh. It occurred to me that while spanking and caning the disciplinarian would have a lot of judicious options to exercise as to where the bottom stopped and the legs began. The thought attracted me.
	The body displayed before me was lightly tanned apart from the vinyl white strips marking the position of a previously present bikini. The breasts were small globes but not unattractive for they were slung low on the chest, as if stuck on at the last moment. They were relatively wide and swelled nicely, and there was a short sharp underside where they curved to meet her body. The cool water had erected small pink nipples which contrasted sharply with wide brown aureoles and very pale flesh.
	The visitor dived first, followed by Jennifer who I suspected of hiding her bum stripes until an opportune moment. This suspicion was confirmed, for Jennifer always faced the girl from Skoobs. Eventually they went to the poolside seats and talked, but I couldn't hear the conversation. In due course it seemed to me, from the body language of the guest, that Jennifer had turned the tables and had her at a disadvantage. Shortly afterwards Jennifer contrived, by having her guest face away from the house, to leave her there without her neatly printed rear being seen. She came to fetch refreshments, and I hoped, to consult me.
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a quick tongue. "We were right, she's acting entirely in a private capacity and was only keen to make contact. But I don't think she anticipated being found out so soon. I've told we would have drinks and talk about it. She doesn't know it yet but I'm going to insist on spanking and caning her before she goes. I don't think it will be hard, for the idea attracts her anyway, she admitted as much. She's much like me before I got your letter, but a lot more timid."
	Jennifer busied herself getting drinks and some small eats at the same time talking to me in low whisper. I checked our visitor. She was sitting still, but stealing glances back to the house and with one hand moving gently between her thighs. I pointed this out to Jennifer who was pleased.
	Jennifer whispered, "I must go, but I'll bring in her for the discipline. I think she might be ready for a fat cock afterwards, and I expect you'll be ready. She won't see you looking or coming. I'll start her off with a small dildo, then offer her the real thing when she's getting beyond control."
	I grinned at Jennifer, and patted her bum as she left. She shoved it out at me and skittled out of the kitchen as lively as she dared given the tray she carried. Jennifer left me a healthy glass of wine, and so I went back to watching discreetly through the window.
	Jennifer had taken the bottle with her, and she fussed around the visitor to ensure she was well supplied, especially with the wine. I couldn't hear what was said, but I could tell that Jennifer was waxing enthusiastic and that the visitor was getting shyly interested, an attitude Jennifer fostered with the wine bottle. Suddenly Jennifer rose and spun round to show her imbibing guest the cane marks striped neatly across her taut young rump. I could easily see the surprise that engendered. Jennifer straddled and backed up the low chaise longue until her rear was laid across the upper thighs of her visitor. She let her upper body down so that she

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lay along the legs of her visitor, with her own legs stretched out and down to either side. Obviously in response to Jennifer's verbal `egging on' the visitor reached out and tentatively touched her bottom, making her fingers trace the lines of the cane across the sunburnt flesh. In response Jennifer pushed her rump upwards, very provocatively, for the slit of her pussy was clear to me, even twenty yards away.
	Slowly the visitor carressed and fondled the bottom proferred her, and then very, very gently she began to smack it. The bottom weaved gently in response, partly because Jennifer was enjoying herself, and partly to tempt the seated visitor. I didn't doubt that Jennifer was urging her visitor on, and eventually, to prove me right, the visitor made some quite hard smacks on both buttocks and then touched the cunt between. At that Jennifer thrust out and forced the hand inside her, almost before the vistor could resist. Jennifer enjoyed that vigorously for a time, and then she disentangled herself, turned round and sat facing her visitor with her legs straddled across the visitor's thighs. She reached forward and kissed her on the lips at the same time as both hands teased the visitor's breasts. I wondered what her name was, even as a voyeur it seemed rude to enjoy a fingering vicariously without being able to invoke her name silently.
	That concluded the entree, for Jennifer rose abruptly, pulled her visitor off the chaise in a friendly fashion and marched her inside with her arm around her waist. I scuttled into hiding and awaited developments. They weren't long in appearing. Jennifer placed the visitor face down over a heap of cushions, pillows and bolsters in her own room with instructions to remain like that. She came to her mother's room, where I was, invoked me to silence with her finger, and donned her dominating mistress clothes. My cock sprang up from the semi-turgid state it was enjoying, and Jennifer bent down and kissed it while massaging it briefly with her

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hands. But she left me, with a wicked grin, in a state of crisis, and returned to her charge.
	I soon heard her invocations, and I learnt that our visitor's name was Heather. She was given the the liberty word `cock' and reminded her that the agreed `dose' was to be twenty five spanks with the hairbrush (in groups of five), and eight strokes with the cane (two groups of four). Jennifer made her repeat the dose verbally, which she did in a very dry, almost choking voice. She was told she might shout and scream as much as she liked-the doors and windows were closed-but only the liberty word, which was not to be used lightly, would stop the treatment. When Jennifer had finished the `treatment' she was to remain in place. Did she understood? The answer was a nervous squeak of "Yyyesss." The preliminaries over, Jennifer fussed over her position like an old farmyard hen. She moved the pillows around until Heather's rump was perched high with the white bikini mark cresting the rise, nicely set off by the light golden brown of her legs and lower back. Jennifer forced Heather's legs a yard apart at the toes, and then began an exploration of the various treasures so revealed. She moved in from the backs of Heather's calves and thighs until she was caressing the inside of the legs close to her cunt. The said cunt was in clear view, a long dark damp cleft flanked by plump lips, and just in view, trimmed pale curls of pubic hair on the padded venusian mound supported by the bolster. Jennifer teased the outer lips, prodded gently the hidden mound and fondled the pale crests of the lean oval ass before her. She soon had some involuntary motion from her victim, but not even Jennifer was going to call a penalty for motion at the line of scrimmage, whether or not the juices were flowing!
	Presently she reached for the hairbrush and began to brush the tender skin before her. More involuntary motion, especially when it brushed deeply between the legs. The legs parted further and the rump levitated,
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for poor Heather could not help enjoying the erotic sensations perpetrated upon her. Wicked Jennifer allowed her several minutes of pleasant and increasing undulation before she withdrew the brush, tapped the pale bare summits, and cracked two ear-splitting whacks, one on the crest of each cheek. Heather shrieked incoherently. Jennifer got a firm grasp around Heather's narrow waist and blasted two more, each a little lower than before, and where I could see the crimson splat. Two more howls which Jennifer punctuated with a crisp stroke which straddled the twin summits and overlapped the first two blows. That was the first five, and true to her word Jennifer rested her victim whose rear was weaving with a vigour and direction very different to that imparted by the stroking of the brush. She was breathing hard too, but managed to acknowledge Jennifer's polite enquiry as to whether she was OK.
	Jennifer thoughtfully stroked the reddened patches with soft brush strokes, before once more returning to the fray. This time she cracked five fierce strokes with an implacable rhythm around the flanks of the long oval targets. Heather's responding howls remained nonverbal and the hefty thrust of her pelvis into the resisting cushions caused some leaks at the end of my cock. Her legs flung themselves around freely but kept themselves well splayed. Jennifer paused, enquired, and remarked that Heather was doing well, she must expect pain, she must ride with it, not resist it. Jennifer stroked the plumply puffed-out cunt before her then returned quite arbitrarily to the hairbrush. This time she burnished the narrow bottom before her, splatting noisy spanks onto areas that had been missed before, until the twin-crested surface was a blazing crimson sheen. Heather shrieked, and seemed to be complaining that it hurt. In her next rest she begged not to be spanked in the same place again. Jennifer responded by delivering the next group hard and fast down the cheeks and into the backs of her thighs. As she was stretched tautly

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over the cushions it was impossible to even see the normal crease between her bum and her legs, for as I had noticed earlier the two merged seamlessly in the rear anatomy of Heather, a very distinctive and pleasing shape. Jennifer's `mercy' brought the count the twenty, and when she paused she reminded Heather that there were just five more to come. But Heather was far past small talk, and her tortured rear was in vigorous motion trying the relieve the burning heat.
	Jennifer glanced at me with a grin, and then repeated the first five strokes she had given, even more vigorously. The agitated Heather was poetry in motion to a horny voyeur like myself, and I was pulling on my dong with unrelenting vigour. But Jennifer was a hard mistress. While she fetched the cane, she left me to my own devices, and Heather to her heated agitation.
	I wasn't sure that Heather would take the cane, she seemed to be in such agony from the hairbrush, and knowing how Jennifer could lay it one I could sympathise with her. Jennifer returned to Heather. She fondled her between the thighs and relieved her needs temporarily, while whispering in her ear that she had been very brave, and that all that remained was eight strokes of the cane. Heather was instructed to be still, and to close her legs. She tried to obey, but stillness was not to be. However, all things are relative, and when she had quieted somewhat Jennifer whistled the cane down, and striped the first crisp stroke across the top of the blazing ass before her. Heather greeted it with a low howl, as she did the three following stripes that burnt their way in slowly-spaced succession across her poor backside.
	The promised pause followed and again Jennifer softtalked and fondled her victim into compliant stillness. I heard her mention the dildo that would follow, and the `treat' after that. For all her soft talk, Jennifer's last four cane prints where no soft option. She layed them across the top of Heather's slender thighs and up onto

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the base of her tight little arse, and when Jennifer had finished there were eight neat parallel dark red stripes across Heather's bottom. The room seemed to echo with Heather's sounds of agony as she heaved and sobbed over the pile of cushions.
	Jennifer found her small five inch dildo and wasted no time feeding it to her victim. It slid into the juicy and voracious pussy with the minimum of effort and Jennifer pumped it in and out as a simulated fuck. But the anxiety of the pussy to consume the dildo was quite evident. If Heather had once had inhibitions she had none now. She needed a big cock badly, and Jennifer had fed her a small one simply to to ensure she would be unable to resist a bigger one. I saw Jennifer bend over Heather's head, murmuring, while her hand thrust with vigour at the rear. Jennifer raised her head, grinned and nodded me to come over.
	I almost ran in with my huge dong wanging up and down. I got between Heather's slender legs, and knelt over her while Jennifer placed the tip of my cock at the entrance of her cunt. Then when all was set I leant forward and slid in. Heather groaned a deep contented noise and the sore bottom rose to meet my tummy. It flinched at the contact, but I reached around Heather's waist and got a good grip on the outside of her cunt from below. Once that was in hand I withdrew to the last half-inch and pumped deeply with a regular rhythm. Heather soon matched the strokes. She was very tight, but very hot and wet. I whispered in her ear the beauty of her figure, the excellence of her ass, the wish that it had been me spanking it, and the deliciously tight qualities of her cunt.
	To finish her off I told her I was about to come and that I should squirt spunk deep in her cunt. I also told her that if she didn't come when I did I'd put her over my knee and give her my own really good spanking. I felt her internal explosion and heard her cacophony of moans. I shuddered my spunk into her and kissed the

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back of her neck and shoulders. It was a long time before she allowed me to withdraw, indeed she begged for another `come' in a hoarse voice, and so valiantly I obliged her. It was no real trouble after watching Jennifer thrash her, I was still as hard as a rock. I treated her more roughly this time round, but she seemed to enjoy it and asked for it `harder.' I jammed one hand inside her cunt along with my cock and smacked her flank with the other. She met me more than half-way-squirming and moaning with pleasure, and shoving her heated ass hard into me. As we approached the second orgasm I told her she was a tightcunted little hot-assed slut and that did the trick-I got an all over wet bath of come. I stayed in her until my cock began to slacken, then I pulled out with it glistening and made her suck the come off it, which she did very willingly.
	Jennifer was quite put out! But she bore it bravely and brought drinks all round. Heather inspected herself in the mirror and went to kiss and cuddle Jennifer. We congratulated her on her initiation, and she admitted it had `hurt like hell,' but that she had known that it had to, or it would be worth nothing. The fucking was a real bonus, she said, she hadn't expected that. It turned out that like Jennifer, she had hardly been screwed at all and being both highly intelligent and reticent, found it hard to get the proper connections. She had turned to the erotic literature to satisfy her libido. Her exploratory foray towards Jennifer had been a first. She said that she realised now it was a dangerous venture for she had no idea what she might have gotten into. On reflection she might have gotten into a lot of trouble and lost her job.
	Jennifer said she would never have done that to her. She had used that angle only to make it easier for Heather to accept a spanking from her. I told Jennifer that she had better check Heather for other propensities! She took the hint and soon had her head buried between

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Heather's legs. Heather was quickly beside herself with pleasure and for my part I gave Jennifer a good feeling all over. She soon worked herself up until her tight little striped rear was pointing my way. I knew she was hot for cock but decided to make her wait. First I hand fucked her with my left hand and felt all round her genitals with my other. Then I insinuated a pussydrenched finger up her bum hole and plied that trade for a few minutes. She rode it so well I was tempted to try my cock. But although I ran it up and down the bum cleft and teased the rear entrance I thought better of it. Jennifer was still concentrating on Heather, to the latter's total abandon. In the end, as things began to die down a little, I plunged in the usual entrance from the rear and quickly came to head. Jennifer seemed to have no trouble matching my timing and as I pumped spunk into her I received my usual hot cock bath. I stayed stiff within her for some time, pulsing gently as was my usual wont, and getting many a friendly squeeze from her cunt. She probably wanted another dose, for the thrashing she had given Heather was bound to have roused her libido to its limits. But she would have to wait until much later to have any hopes of another from me. When I was slack I withdrew.
	Luckily Heather recovered enough to reciprocate between Jennifer's thighs. This time I kept out of the action, for I knew Heather's novice tongue would put Jennifer on until later.
	Eventually Heather went home with her very sore candy-striped bottom but a much lighter heart, happy in the contacts she had made. I slept with Jennifer, apart from a few minutes in the middle of the night when I found my cock stiff and Jennifer's legs sprawled apart. I slipped in with no trouble and kept my weight off her. She quietly groaned and moaned in half-sleep and pleasure. I knew she came for her legs wrapped round me and she heaved her pelvis up at me. She dropped off to sleep immediately, and when I withdrew

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still long and hard, I felt the soft flesh of another body close to me. I rolled over and had no wish to resist as Jennifer's mother buried me within her. I'm not even sure what happened after that, but I know she was in bed with us for some hours. When I woke I was alone. Jennifer had gone to work, and her mother was busy in the kitchen, nude and making breakfast I surmised correctly.
	As we were now acquainted Monique wasted no time getting down to business when we had eaten. She went to work on me and soon had a stiff reward for her efforts. Then she vanished and returned with the cane,
	"Are you serious?" I asked.
	"Absolutely," she said, kneeling beside me, cuddling my torso and making sure my cock kept up by squeezing it gently. "I haven't been able to control myself since you spanked me. I want a dozen or so warm ups with the hair brush, then ten crisp ones with this. And when you've finished, a nice rough front fuck."
	And so it was. She took the hairbrush fairly quietly but with a fair degree of movement. The caning, which she requested without a break, really made her squeal and howl. I gave it her slowly for I enjoyed the sight of her full rump squirming in response to each stroke, and the way she tamed her agitation in anticipation of the next one. The howling simply enabled her to take the pain. I separated the stripes and placed them in random order, and at irregular intervals. When I placed the final one along the base of her buttocks she had a pretty collection of prints. When I gave her the release she rolled over and offered herself wide and gaping, with her hips in the air so that her very sore bum didn't touch the bed. I slipped in easily and slowly pumped her down onto the bed. She was so horny that she was soon relatively oblivious to the pain in her rear, especially as she got closer to orgasm. As I began to get serious I grabbed her bum with both hands and thrust

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hard and fiercely into her. Then she really began to move in earnest. She used her nails to bring me off. We collapsed eventually into a side by side position and I stroked her back as we kissed quietly.
	"Jennifer does have a lovely and naughty mother," I said, "who is a good cook with an eminently spankable bottom. "
	Monique laughed. "There's something else you can do to my bottom next time you come," she said, "you can bum fuck me. Oh, don't worry, I have had it in there plenty of times, though none quite as big as you. I bet Jennifer hasn't tried that yet, but I expect its only a matter of time."
	"I expect so," I replied, but I wondered about that. It was new to my experience, and was new to Jennifer's too apart from my passing finger. But I was sure she would try it as soon as the idea occurred to her.
	Meanwhile I wanted to check out the bedroom motions of Lisa, so I phoned her as soon as I was back in town, and arranged a meeting for the following evening. It had to be in a motel for neither of us could take the other home, and we both wished just for our own mutual company. I made the arrangements and looked forward to some `quality' time with a deliciously voluptuous young lady. Our timing was such that she would arrive an hour before me, but she said that that didn't matter, she would have plenty to do to fill in the time.

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CHAPTER #7

A night with Lisa and a morning visit to Heather

	I phoned Lisa at the motel so that she would know it was me at the door. I walked in through the unlocked door and was careful to lock it behind me. Lisa ran to greet me clad only in a low neck, sleeveless, transparent nightdress that reached to her knees. Her deep tan, and very pale untanned areas, were plainly visible and I could see her neatly trimmed pubic hair as a dark triangle.
	She wrapped her arms around me, and was most loving, though quiet, in her greeting. She kissed me and felt me and finally begged to undress me. I wasn't going to refuse, and when she had finished we were both in possession of a raging erection, me in my own right, and Lisa with the shaft in her hands, and her mouth teasing its hood. But I wanted a long night so I forbade her to take me to orgasm.
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obeyed instantly. Still clearly visible was the fierce cross-hatching on the pale juicy globes with which Jennifer and I had marked her to signal our formal possession of her from the vanished Karina. I touched them but she did not flinch. I moved alongside her, my cock rubbing her flanks, and felt the fullness of her rump, the cleft between, the backs of the darkly tanned slender thighs they led to and the long dark wet folds between. When my hand moved inside her she could not resist flexing her knees and contracting her cunt to hold my hand. I allowed her the pleasure of an exploring hand for a few minutes, as I supported around the waist from the front and nuzzled her neck gently.
	"Come, my little cock-teaser, give me a nude massage." First I led her to the bed and removed her nightdress. I lifted it over her head from behind and allowed myself plenty of body contact, including resting my cock on the rising cleft of her arse and cupping her neat round breasts with my hands. I climbed on the bed and lay face down. I felt her climb on top of me, straddling my thighs with her lean firm legs. Then she reached forward and began to massage my back. As she reached up to my neck I could feel her firm breasts on my back, and the soft hair above her cunt just touching my muscular rump. She gave a good sensual massage using every available inch of her body to touch me and arouse me, without failing in her duty to massage with her strong hands. My rod of iron was trying to penetrate the mattress and as she worked down my back and worked on my rear end I could not help a masturbatory heave or two. She encouraged this by working along the inside of my legs. When she reached my feet she requested me to turn over and began to work back up towards my raging cock. She managed many stray touches before she arrived in the region of my balls and I told her to keep coming to my shoulders and face, and on no account to bring me off. She straddled me, her legs either side of mine, and reached

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round and over my cock to effect her massage. Her tummy, though held tightly in, touched the tip on occasions, but she managed not to trigger the explosion, although I noticed she eased the ache of her stiffened nipples by pressing them into my chest.
	When she reached my shoulders and neck I whispered in her ear, "What would a horny girl like?"
	She whispered back in mine, "Well, just this once, I'd like a naughty lover's spanking, and a missionary fuck. About two weeks from now I'll want the full treatment from you, up to the cat. But I am sure I can sneak a spanking past Jennifer right now, it won't show past tomorrow, and I'm not seeing her for several days. We're on the end of the motel, and the next two rooms are empty because I checked, so the noise won't matter. "
	I fondled her succulent pendulant breasts and kissed her gently on the eyes and the nose. "All right then, naughty lovers get it with the hand over the knee, with a few at the end with the sandal so they won't forget their lesson. See to it."
	She jumped, ran to get her sandals and offered me both. Did she think I was ambidextrous? I told her to hold on to them, I'd ask for them in due course. She dragged me to an upright chair she fetched from the desk, sat me down and draped herself over my knee with alacrity.
	I was faced with those deliciously full pale globes, scored with the cane marks Jennifer and I had imprinted, the whole framed by the dark rich tan of her legs. I first treated myself to a wholesale fondling, from her waist through the fullness of her hips and pale proffered rump, to the lean elegance of her tanned thighs and the wet treasures between them. My stiff cock was trapped below her, the tip prodding her belly. My digital explorations revealed to me that even if Lisa wanted heating up with a spanking, when I probed her slot and touched her clitoris her motions were unmistakeably

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those of a girl hot for the cock. Still, I obliged her. I began spanking quite gently with my hand and built up the force gradually as I dispersed the blows all round the the juicy target. When my hand began to feel rather warm, I called for a sandal. She passed one up in a flash, and as I -held her waist firmly and began to plaster her bottom with good hard cracks, she began to wallow and heave, spread her legs and squirmed deliciously. Often her red rump rose to receive the whack and I had to spank the backs of her thighs as well in order to deceive her anticipations which were clearly designed to augment her pleasure. But often I had no wish to disoblige her.
	Meanwhile my cock could hardly contain itself. I told her, "ten more real blasters, then you get your wish." I smacked her ten real screamers, but she hardly seemed to notice. When I stopped she tumbled off and scuttled to the bed. She was gaping wide when I arrived. As I knelt over her she reached down, grabbed my cock, and pulled it straight into her. I sank into the tight wet furnace to a babble of ecstatic moans and found myself completely embraced. I kissed her neck and felt the first hot cock bath of many. When my hands reached below her and took hold of her burning fanny there was vigorous verbal gurgling and another wet explosion. Once I could get a good grip on her bum, and a finger up her rear end, I began to deep stroke her. She met my rhythm like a seasoned lover and stroked my back with long sweeping movements of her hands. Quite suddenly she raked her nails down my back. That was quite enough, I arched violently, and shuddered my spunk into another hot bath within her. She hung on tightly with her legs wrapped around my back.
	Of course I was still stiff and pulsing gently. After a time she whispered, "Now the other way." She pulled herself off, flipped over and offered her rear. I was tempted by the bum hole but settled for the rear

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entry to the regular slot. The different approach set another whole set of nerves atingling, and Lisa was so new to the cock that every entry was still a delicious novelty for her. Her tender bum was raging hot in my belly but she didn't seem to notice, and responded to my lengthy stroking with gentle motions that matched mine. Eventually though she began to exaggerate them and pushed her bottom upwards and outwards very vigorously, trying in a sense to capture more and more of my cock. Her vaginal mucles started to milk me in no uncertain terms.
	I took advantage of her outward flexures and reached round underneath her to take hold of her inner thighs. I let my fingers stray to join the base of my cock at the entrance to her cunt and to diddle her clitoris. She squealed in delight and immediately flooded me again. With a hot bum on my belly, and a hot wet cock newly flooded I lost no time in thrusting hard and deep and holding there using my hands on her thighs and mons veneris as a grip. As I bit the back of her shoulder and jetted into her, she arched her ass as hard as she could against me and stayed like that, squirming and squeaking with pleasure.
	When I eventually withdrew she wriggled around and wrapped her arms and legs around me as tightly and as closely as she could. I prised open a bit space between us to enjoy the firm fulsome feel of one of her breasts, a pleasure I occasionally relinquished to stroke the length of her smooth back to the hot bulge of her bum.
	"How's my naughty lover?" I asked.
	"Nice warm bum, and an ecstatic cunt. I love cock, or at least I love yours. I'd no idea what I was missing." Lisa was quite forthright, and I was delighted with my ability to make her feel good, though I knew it wouldn't last for ever. New cocks do new nerves find, I was sure.
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gether," I enquired, trying to make it sound like a routine veterinarian question.
	"Yes, next time it may have to be both of you, though one day I will want it just from you." She squeezed my cock with this revelation. I told Lisa about Jennifer's taming of Heather. She was very pleased and said Jennifer would soon have a whole stable full of fillies to horse whip-the more the merrier, for sometimes people got sick, or had to go away, and it was useful to have backups. She made it sound like running a bus company.
	I suggested a bath to wash away the sweat. So Lisa went off to fill it, and I day-dreamed in half-sleep until she called. I joined her in the bath and greatly enjoyed the pleasure of looking at the sheer beauty of her figure. She was a little surprised at this, and genuinely pleased. After a time I had her lie back against me while I fondled the whole of her upper body with particular attention to her shoulders and her full firm breasts, stiffnippled from my attention. I whispered in her ear some imaginary details of the thorough thrashing I was going to give her a few weeks from now. She undulated gently as she listened and happily masturbated as I described the potentially painful parts.
	Eventually I took her to the bed and posed her, legs lewdly splayed in the sprawl of a languid lover with an insouciant look on her face. I got my sketch book and took more than an hour to get the basics of her pose committed to paper-it always takes what seems an inordinate time to the non-artist to get the lines down and shadows blocked in. I was pleased with the result for I knew it could be completed at leisure with the colour notes I had made. Meanwhile Lisa fell asleep as I imagined she might. She was mine to command so I slowly woke her by burying my tongue in the tight pink vortex she was revealing. I think it interacted with a dream for it was some time before she realised what was happening and when she did realise her hands came
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down on my head and pressed it into her mush. I finished her off with some vigorous clit sucking and my tongue as deep as it would go up her cunt. She pulled me up so I lay on her, and took my cock in her hand.
	"I didn't expect that," she said, "I thought it was a dream."
	"That was the idea."
	"Lovely idea, and it worked. I want to suck your cock now. Can I?" she asked in a sweet, low and eager voice.
	"Well, I suppose I've had a good look at your delicious cunt, so its only fair that you get your share of my cock."
	Without further ado she worked it over, with lips and tongue, teeth and finger nails. She would bring me close to a crisis and then back off and I was amazed at the way she could swallow, or so it seemed, the bulk of the shaft. As she worked on me I enjoyed massaging her neck and shoulders, and I would occasionally handle the juicy succulence of her breasts and tweak her nipples. This always produced an extra burst of energy in her attentions to my cock. Eventually, when she sensed I was completely out of control she sucked vigorously, brought me off, and swallowed everything I squirted out. She squirmed up my body and pressed the turgid remains of my cock into the warm cleft between her breasts at the same time smiling up at me very demurely.
	We dozed like that for half an hour, quite happy in sensual silence. Eventually I came back to life. My fingers found her rump and I caressed its smooth firm contours, down to her thighs and up to her neat, narrow waist. Lisa undulated happily with my attentions, especially when my hand strayed between her thighs and teased the succulent outer folds of her slot. I bent my head to kiss her, and slid my fingers up inside her as I did so. As her lips fastened onto mine she pressed hard against my hand. I did the gentlemanly thing and

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masturbated her to a groaning conclusion although it took some minutes. When she had finished she snuggled up closely again while I stroked her back, for it was hard to resist such exquisite curves so readily to hand.
	I was wondering whether to drop off to sleep, or assay another entry, when suddenly she whispered, "I brought some whips and things, do you want so see them?" I nodded, in some surprise for I did not expect a self-confessed submissive to be equipped so.
	She stretched deliciously, rolled off the bed and brought an attache case, fully three feet long, a foot wide and several inches deep. It looked like a musical instrument case, but its contents would make and induce a different sort of sound. I propped myself up with pillows against the back of the bed and Lisa sat cross-legged beside me with the box between us. When she opened it I was astonished at the variety of disiplinary instruments it contained. Lisa slowly and methodically displayed each in turn and explained its purpose, from flat leather spankers with a convenient hand grip, through small tit and cunt whips with numerous, quite short and very thin leather thongs, small and medium sized horse-whips to a `cat o'nine tails' with two-foot thongs of hard leather, tightly knotted at the ends. The handle was a hand-carved wooden dildo, at least eight inches long and nicely thick. The rim of the circumsized hood made for a convenient handhold.
	Finally she extracted, from its own long narrow compartment, a genuine three-foot bamboo tapering from just under half an inch to a little over a quarter of an inch in diameter.
	"I knew you'd like this." said Lisa looking me directly in the eye. "Try it for size." She clambered over my thighs so her bottom was poised tight and high before me, already fiercely criss-crossed from the thrashing Jennifer and I had given her some days before. I placed the cane across her proffered ass, pressing
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it into welts we had placed there. Then I began, very carefully, to tap her bottom with the bamboo placing the crisp little taps along existing welts. Lisa began to get excited and I gave her a miniature caning in this way for nearly five minutes although I doubt it hurt her at all. I concluded by pressing it into the cleft of her bum while I teased her slot with my fingers.
	"Let me test the others," I said. "just for size and stroke. "
	Lisa loved this game and posed herself willingly and provocatively for each implement. Each time she told me how to use it. In this way, after her miniature caning, I gave her mock blows of the cat across her back, rump and thighs, and then her breasts. She writhed realistically and told me how the knots burnt hot kisses into her flesh at the end of hard welts whipped into her tender skin. Of course, there were not marks on this occasion, but she came to me and held me tight, kissing me between sentences, as she told me how she was to be flogged hard with it in a few weeks.
	I tried out various horsewhips and belts in a similar fashion until we descended to the cunt whip. Lisa said the marks only lasted at the most two days but it really got her dreadfully horny.
	"Well, even though you are horny enough anyway, we are going to finish this evening with the cunt whip and this handy spanker. You said yourself you thought you could sneak a spanking past Jennifer, so lets be having you. When I'm done you'll get the last fuck of the night." I was getting tired, but this was going to be enough to get me on end again, and I was determined to enjoy the lovely Lisa to the end.
	I made Lisa face me with her eyes shut and her hands on her head. I whipped her breasts, tummy and upper thighs until she was covered with a fine tracery of thin red marks. I turned her and whipped her back, upended her and covered her welted rump and thighs. With her legs splayed wide and her ass high I whipped up the

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inside of her thighs and up onto her cunt, where the same blows had more effect on account of the greater sensitivity. I could deduce the effect for she suddenly began to move more.
	Once she was undulating nicely I switched to the leather spanker and without warning, and hardly without a break in the blows, I whalloped her bottom with ten spanks as hard as I had at the start of the evening. Real blasters, I could hear her gasping after each one. Before she realised I had finished I was upon her gaping wet slot and buried myself deeply. I was in no mood to tease. I got a good grip and fucked her so vigorously we both fell flat on the bed. I was still in her and pumped away with my arms round her waist, my fingers alongside my cock, and my tongue rasping her neck. Her moans of enjoyment were so general I simply satisfied myself. I stayed in her when I finished and she pulsed happily beneath me until we both decayed into stillness.
	Beneath me she whispered, "That was lovely, thank you. Just stay inside and keep holding me."
	I replied, "I shan't let go. I've never had an evening like that." Which was true.
	I fell asleep soon after.
	I woke once in the night. My cock was out of Lisa but her warm firm body was close. I rose against her flesh and she sensed it. She turned, wriggled against me, took the cock in hand and guided it into her. I came almost at once, and fell asleep again.
	The room was very warm when I awoke and we had flung off the sheets. I saw Lisa's lovely nude body stretched out face down beside me, her head was turned the other way. I was relieved to see that the final whipping I had given her was already very faint. I admired her contours for several minutes before mounting her. An entry was soon effected and once again I roused her gently from reveries with delightful results for both of us. Her deliciously agile rear quickly milked my

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threaded rod and we soon concluded our bout. We took a mutual shower before dressing for a lover's breakfast, at least as well as can be effected at a cheap restaurant.
	I was delighted to see that Lisa had a healthy appetite and that she could sit without trouble. The heat of her two spankings- had abated as she had said they would, although it had seemed to me in the shower that her rump was nicely flushed. She agreed, from a quick view in the mirror, but said it would be gone by tomorrow.
	I suggested that after breakfast we wend our way to see Heather at Skoobs. Lisa was delighted, for she was intrigued that Jennifer had recruited another submissive so quickly, and was equally anxious to see her. We decided to walk, partly to fill in the time, and partly to enjoy the warm sunny day. We held hands like the lovers we were, stopping from time to time for an embrace and a kiss.
	During one such embrace, as I squeezed her rump cheeks together, both of us knowing how they has been used of late, she said, "Have you been in a bum hole?" I told her no, and did she think she could cope with me, she replied. "I've had a big wooden dildo in there, so I think I could. I want you in there before Jennifer bags you."
	I told her I could hardly refuse Jennifer if she brought it up, and what was more, her mother was after the same thing next time she had me alone. Lisa grinned and said that since I was so popular, she would have to make me an offer I couldn't resist. I told her she could, but it could hardly be here, and now!
	We left it at that and walked on to see Heather. As we walked, Lisa grilled me about Heather until she knew almost as much about her as I did.
	"Do you know what?" asked Lisa.
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	"Well, if she has no other guy like you said, she'll be so horny by now she'll jump all over you."
	"You speak from experience?" It was more a statement than a question.
	"Of course, I'm dying for it for weeks after a session. Didn't you notice?" Of course I had, and said so.
	"So Heather will need me now?"
	"Guaranteed. You see."
	"So I had better go and give it her. I must say, I hadn't realised the flip side of running a punishment harem. "
	Lisa laughed and squeezed my hand tightly. I gave her bum a light tap through her summer skirt, and she kissed me as we walked.
	We entered Skoobs separately, for Lisa said her presence would only confuse Heather, who was sure to need me. It didn't take long for Heather to spot me, for the shop was almost empty and I stayed in clear view of the till, where she and another girl were. She scuttled over to me with sparkling eyes, a light summery dress, and she could hardly keep herself off me. It was only her official position that her kept away.
	"God I need you," was her opening remark.
	"That badly?"
	"Yes, that badly," and she really meant it.
	"Tonight?" I suggested.
	She hesitated, looked round, and blurted out, "No, right now. Look, I'm in charge till my boss arrives at noon. I'll tell Jane you've come about an order and that I have take you in the stock room to check the invoices. "
	"Will it work?" I asked.
	"It will have too. I can't wait, and luckily she's pretty dumb."
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I saw Lisa grinning as we disappeared. I was glad she understood.
	Heather took me to the furthest corner where there was a space cleared to act as rest area during breaks. There was even a very wide sofa. I helped Heather drag the cushions onto the floor before we both stripped. She came at me and dragged me down wrapping her firm nakedness around me and pumping my cock with her hand.
	"I've had days of foreplay just thinking about this, just come inside." So I did. I enjoyed the feel of her slender tanned body and her firm low-slung breasts were pleasantly noticeable against my chest. She developed a nice rhythm to match my long deep thrusts and groaned quietly with pleasure as I kissed and licked her neck, shoulders, and upper arms. After quite a time she whispered in my ears, "I've already come twice, but you'd better come now, I'll have to get back to Jane." As I grasped her bum she squeaked a little, but she used her nails down my back and I shot into her.
	"Sorry. I daren't stay any longer," she said, and was dressed in a flash. I togged up as fast as I could and hoped my cock would diminish before we reached the shop floor. It didn't, I could feel it poking up inside my trousers, but I strode straight out as if I was about business, and down to the nearest coffee stand. Lisa joined me there with a quizzical grin.
	"I was used," I said. "She was good though."
	"Well, that's what you are for, to service your slaves!" She went to get me a coffee before I could reply. It was only then that it occurred to me that Heather had had me so fast I hadn't even seen her stripes, though she'd squealed when I held her bum at the end. I was a little sad, for I wanted to see Jennifer's handy work.
	I decided I would, and I figured out how to do it. I told Lisa who agreed to go along with my plan. We finished our drink and returned to Skoobs which was

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still empty. Lisa went in and selected a row of books against the back wall of the shop at which to browse. I returned to the counter and surprised Heather. I made an excuse and said there was something I had forgotten to mention and I needed to show her the actual book. Once more she left her assistant, but this time we made our way to where Lisa was.
	On the way I said to Heather, sotte voce. "That girl is a friend of mine and Jennifer's, and she shares your particular interests." I said it with meaningful stresses. "I didn't even see your stripes in the back room, so now you can show them to both of us."
	Heather looked alarmed. "Its all right, just a brief viewing, and she knows very well you've just fucked me," I reassured her.
	We arrived at the back aisle and I said. "First I'm taking your knickers off, face the front of the shop, look as though you are looking through the books, and keep your legs together. " Heather was horny and bright so she obeyed. I knelt down beside her, out of sight from the front of the shop while Lisa kept guard. I reached up and pulled down her skimpy knickers caressing her legs as I did so. I put them in my pocket. I could feel Heather trembling, and I knew it was nervous excitement. I reached up inside her skirt, touched her bottom and let my thumb tease the folds of her wet slot. She wobbled as she tried to stay still and look calm and collected.
	"Is the shop clear? What's your assistant doing?" I asked quietly.
	"Its OK she's just checking stuff through under the counter, she'll pay no attention to me, she never does."
	I stood up. "Pull up your dress and show us both your prints."
	Heather pulled it up round her waist, and the eight stiff prints across her lean oval bottom showed prettily, split by the tight cleft between her cheeks. The shop was still clear, and the assistant was still glued to her

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work at the counter. First she showed them to Lisa, then me.
	I said quietly from behind her, "Kneel, head down, bum high. Keep quiet. Lisa will watch out."
	Heather was so hot she obeyed. I had pulled my rod out through my fly when she faced Lisa to show me her prints. I wasted no time. Her cunt was well-poised and in clear view. It was still wet. I slid in with no difficulty. I knelt behind her and thrust quickly to a climax, this one was for me. She'd had her fun back in the storeroom, but I didn't think she was going to complain. I waited until most of the spurts had come, before slipping out and wiping myself on Heather's knickers. I stuffed my cock back inside my pants as Lisa watched nonchalantly. I put Heather's knickers back in my pocket.
	"I'll keep these," I said. "You get back to work. Go on, there are some customers now."
	Of course when Heather stood up, and her dress dropped, there was no sign of her recent usage, apart from a flushed face. It would take a skilled eye like mine to detect her lack of knickers. But her walk was a little unnatural-its hard to look like a bored shop assistant when you've just been shafted on the floor!
	Lisa and I repaired to the coffee stall again.
	"I really enjoyed that. Jennifer did a good job didn't she? You too." Lisa was grinning again. "I must be a voyeur, I wonder if little plain Jane is too?"
	"Who's plain Jane," I asked.
	"Heather's assistant."
	"Why should she be a voyeur?" I persisted.
	"Because," said Lisa with a happy grin, "the shoplifting video was trained on you two, and plain Jane was watching something avidly. I think Heather may have some explaining to do." She burst into laughter.
	"Oh shit," I said, but I joined in her hilarity.
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over and over, and we would soon vanish into a chaos of magnetic particles! Still, Heather might have to confess to plain Jane. No doubt we should hear about it.
	When we had calmed down a little Lisa leant over and whispered in my ear, "I've two hours before work, and I want your cock right up the middle of my hot little bum before I go."
	"I'm being over-worked," I complained.
	"It comes with the territory. Of course if you can't get it up . . ." Lisa teased.
	"I'll get it up, but where shall we go."
	"I know a nice quiet spot in the woods not too far from here. Only twenty minutes walk. Come on." She rose, took my hand, and led the way swaying her rump quite lasciviously, and I knew, with an exaggeration designed to interest my mind however sore my cock might be.
	She was good as her word, the spot was well away from the beaten paths, and it took some brushing aside of undergrowth to reach a small grassy glade mottled with sunlight. She stripped herself quickly, pulled off my clothes and sucked my cock to a full erection. She got some ointment from her handbag and covered my cock. She stood facing me, my cock in her hand and said, "You'll find it easiest if I lie face down, nice and relaxed. Don't bother with foreplay. Just work it in at your own speed, and don't worry about me."
	She lay face down, nice and relaxed, legs slightly parted. A voluptuous suntanned body with a pale crosshatched ass. It was a very tempting sight, as Lisa knew quite well. I knelt between her thighs and once I was on top of her I placed the tip of my cock at the tip of her prettily exposed anus. I pressed as hard as I could and, after a little resistance, breached the rubbery ring. I was surprised to find she could take me in so easily. It was very tight and a quite different sensation to her juicy young cunt, but she began to pulsate her rump to aid me and within a couple of minutes I was well bur-

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ied. I began to hump her slowly, reaching beneath her with both hands to feel for her mound and cunt to get a grip. I kept my strokes short for two or three minutes before I whispered in her ear that I really should have spanked her first-very hard-for after my all exertions so far that morning I was having a hard time juicing up again. The juicy bottom enveloping my cock squirmed and clenched upon me with that thought, and rose voraciously with a mind of its own to bury me to the hilt. It squeezed me so tightly, especially at the very base of my cock, that I came in a flash. My juices were limited by the tributes already pumped into Lisa herself, and Heather that same morning, but I enjoyed the nervous sensations flooding through me all the same.
	"Next time you'll be well spanked before I breach you, and you'll get my first load of the day, not what's left after you horny little bitches have milked me dry."
	Lisa gurgled in delight and seemed not a bit worried or repentant. I pulled out slowed for I was very tender, and fetched her a loud smack as I stood up. She laughed and hugged me and said she was so to glad to get my first bum fuck. As she wrapped her arms around me, pressing her stiff young breasts against my chest, she told me I'd enjoy it more with her after I'd given Heather, Jennifer and her Mum the same treatment. So I stroked her lean, hard back and the rising fullness of her cheeky plump rump. She whispered in my ear, "When my skin is pristine and I'm hot for cock, and hump-horny, I'm beginning to think I want to be whipped just by you." I told her that Jennifer might be cross, since we shared her by rights, as her hotcrossed rear bore testimony. But Lisa reminded me that the agreement was that we could use her separately or together. She wanted me first. There would be lots of time for both of us later.
	I went home to nurse my bruised cock. It was several days before it was back to normal, but I hoped the rough usage would toughen it for further action.
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CHAPTER #8

Jane is initiated, an arrangement is complete

	Things never seem to turn out the way I expect, and with the cock-happy harem I had to keep happy that was just as well. They all seemed only to willing to offer their beautiful bared bottoms to a leather slipper or a whippy bamboo in exchange for a safe cock sensitively unloaded into their hot tight grasp ing cunts. What was more, they seemed to be arriving in droves-after Jennifer, there was Lisa, Jennifer's mother (I counted her as strictly on the side and in exchange for breakfast, but I think she had `plans' be yond that), Heather, and, I was soon to discover, `Plain' Jane wanted to join us and wouldn't take no for an answer. I had to give up recreational masturbation so that I could cope with the demands placed upon me. On top of all that, Jennifer made an `arrangement' for me with a `third party' which she expected me to fulfil in the near future.

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	When next I phoned after my self-enforced penile leisure Jennifer told me that she and her mother were leaving town to visit relatives two provinces away on urgent family business. Not exactly a funeral, but the awkward aftermath of one which would take them both a couple of weeks to sort out. However, she offered me the free run of their house for any escapades I had in mind, and a free rein with our little collection of lovelies-no hard feelings whatever I might do, at least not from her. And she told me about an `arrangement' she wanted me to complete. She had left carefully written instructions in an envelope on the kitchen table, and she told me I should need a willing assistant, with an unmarked rear end-for demonstration purposes. That was all she would tell me.
	Needless to say I mentally selected Lisa for the forthcoming `arrangement'-even before I had read the envelope. I was also in touch with Heather who explained that `Plain' Jane had been applying pressure to join us in our next session-all on account of what she had witnessed in Skoobs a few days ago!
	So, after consulting with Lisa, I decided to host an evening at Jennifer's place for all of us. I left out the information about the arrangement for the time being, for I wanted to read the letter in privacy, and see what had to be done. And if `Plain' Jane wanted to join us, well then we could all have some fun while she was initiated-if that was what she wanted. The thought of having her ass whipped might be one thing (good for a pair of wet knickers any day); consenting to having it whipped might be quite another. Surely there couldn't be an endless supply of ass-happy submissive ladies around! Heather had told me that Jane knew the score for she had insisted on a full viewing of Heatherquite nude-in the privacy of the stock room, and a full account of Heather's encounter with us as the price for voiding the video tape.
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looked like, she had been just a figure in the distance behind a counter. But I consoled myself with the thought that quite nondescript young women often looked a lot better naked and figures which would sag and bulge with age were still full and firm in late teens and early twenties. Even flabby bottoms improve a lot when bent tightly over the arm of a sofa, and they provide a large target and can absorb a longer spanking. That is what 1 told myself.
	I took myself out to Jennifer's as soon as I could to read the letter. I stripped off and lay on her bed to read it. She had also left out a selection of `interesting' videos for my subsequent delectation, but the letter was quite enough to get my cock rock hard.

Dear Keith,
	Do you remember that lady I mentioned at work-a real blonde stunner in personnel? I let her take your 'story' away and she came back practically begging for a beating. She was so curious 1 had to show her my rear in the stock room, then she took me out for dinner just to get the full story. She's reserved, but actually as horny as hell, and hooked. Her husband is away, and even when he's back he isn't much use--a workaholic. Little sex, no children, and a lovely empty house. She needs thrills, she's had lovers but she's bored and needs a real challenge, to her mind as well as her body. So you, and either Lisa or Heather will give it to her. I told her you will give a brief demonstration on your assistant who will then take her upstairs to prepare her. With a succession of increasingly heavy whips you will beat her whole body, front and back, till she is nicely warmed up. Next strap and cane her bottom (which is absolutley delicious-I had her show it to me). These should quite hard strokes, but not a great many, a dozen with the broad strap, six with the thinnest cane-these will sting like wasps-but take your time, she needs time for her mind to play with her

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body. In conclusion shaft her quim from the rear (I want her bum hole left for the future)-I guaranteed she would be ready it for it and would not resent it. Leave Heather or Lisa (whichever) to `comfort' her afterwards, for I want her hooked good and proper. I know I'm right. Good luck, and even better fuck!
Love, and dripping
	Jennifer
	PS If Lisa needs a good thrashing don't deny her on my account, for I shall need a thorough going over myself when 1 get back, and 1 want the whole lot of them to watch-someone has to set standards don't they darling!
J.

	I was leaking like a sieve when I finished it, not least at the thought of giving Jennifer what she wanted in front of a group. Still, I got the number she'd attached and made the call right away. The arrangement was made, at least on the other end of the phone, in the hushed tones of a nervous and uncertain supplicant. My voice was crisp and reassuring, but determinedly firm. I outlined again what would happen and insisted that certain equipment be acquired; I read out a list of items and how they were to be used. She confirmed that there would be no difficulty acquiring or using them. I mentioned my assistant, the demonstration downstairs, and the need for a pleasant social setting. She confirmed her understanding of these matters of etiquette. Finally I said, she must confirm to me her willing participation. The tense voice came back down the line just above a whisper.
	"I know what I am doing, I do it willingly, I want it badly." The voice was low, clear and tinged with a hint of anticipation.
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there must be no self-gratification until we meet, in that matter you are on your honour." She quite understood and promised willingly, although I wasn't sure she would keep it. Still I'm told good athletes stay off sex before a big race.
	I bade her good evening and rang off. But I found myself in a quandary for although I wanted to take Lisa, there remained the fact that she was working herself up to have me give her a thorough thrashing, as Jennifer had mentioned, and as Lisa herself kept telling me in no uncertain terms. But the girls had a sensible rule that once marked they should not to be touched again until their skin was quite unblemished (leaving aside minor skirmishes mutually agreed!). If I took Lisa, even for a short demonstration, it would delay matters for a couple of weeks and neither of us really wanted that. So perhaps it would have to be Heather.
	The next evening I had Lisa, Heather and Jane out to Jennifer's for substantial nibbles and drinks. Jane turned out to be a pleasing contrast to the rest of my harem: she was short with thick, pale brunette hair, and a firm, wide, strong muscular back curved strongly downwards and inwards, and then out to a juicy, full, twin-globed rump. She sported hard globular, but wellseparated, breasts and nicely-moulded flesh to connect up the bits and pieces. Her waist was well drawn in and emphasised the voluptuousness of her hips and rump. It occurred to me that she offered a substantial acreage of flesh to the assiduous flagellant.
	Despite the epithet of `Plain' she had an exquisite skin complexion-all over her body, and her face was bland and tightly drawn rather than plain. Her face was wider at the jaw than at the cheeks, and she had a wide mouth, but the effect was not unpleasant. When animated in amusement it was very cheery and her dark brown eyes bored into you deeply. She had trimmed her pubic hair to a small triangle of tight brunette curls.

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Her long vaginal lips were surprisingly thin for one so fully fleshed otherwise.
	As soon as we were introduced she wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed herself hard against, me forcing my cock up against her rounded belly and her breasts against my chest. She offered herself for, and enjoyed, an open mouthed kiss probing hard with her tongue. She drew her head back and announced sweetly that she would suck my cock. Before I could respond she was on her knees feeding my cock into her mouth. It wasn't in my game plan but I let her have her head. Quite soon I spurted in her mouth-she swallowed it all and stood up licking her lips, grinning wickedly.
	"It's a nice big cock," was her only comment.
	Lisa and Heather stood open-mouthed in astonishment, and I could see I had better assert myself before I lost authority. She had certainly raised the ante. I must respond in kind.
	I said, "I can see that the normal pleasantries are not called for. Jane deserves immediate correction for selfishness. She has asked for it, and she will get it. When that is complete we will initiate her in the usual fashion-if she still wishes it."
	Jane drilled her eyes into me, smiled sweetly and parted her lips lewdly and quite deliberately. She allowed herself to be led by Lisa and Heather to the broad low back of the sofa in Jennifer's room. I searched Jennifer's cache of implements for a short many-thonged whip whose every tendril terminated in tiny knots. I had the girls blindfold her, and then I pronounced sentence-three dozen strokes shared amongst us, and I motioned silently to them that her bottom must be left pristine. They held her firm against the sofa pulling her arms forward, but not bending her. I laid six strong fast strokes across her back. The myriad thongs laced her sweet flesh and the tiny knots kissed fiercely. She gasped and writhed with each stroke but uttered no other noise. I took Lisa's place

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holding an arm-an arm whose hand gripped, squeezed and stroked me as the punishment was inflicted. Lisa whipped the backs of her legs from thigh to ankle-six fierce strokes for each leg. No sound.
	Lisa and I pulled Jane's arms tight behind her, leaving her breasts thrust out. Heather, eyes sparkling with the thought of erotic revenge, took the whip and thrashed it across her belly and breasts, taking care to deliver vigorous backhand undercuts to the undersides of those stiff globes. She had the satisfaction of hearing sharply drawn gasps from the victim. When I returned to the fray I circled her, the girls shifting their holds to reveal her to me. Two across the hot tracks on her breasts just laid by Heather, two across the back of her thighs rising close to her untouched bum and a final pair, as hard as I could with the short whip, across the base of her back but above the upper swell of her buttocks. She squirmed in silent anguish. We removed the blindfold and let her go. Lisa brought all of us glasses of wine.
	Jane turned, looked at us quizzically, and said, "Thank you, I am glad to know you are serious. You all whip well. I am ready to be initiated. I presume that is why you left my arse." She raised her glass in silent salute, and we all touched glasses to the forthcoming initiation.
	I decided to use Jane as practice run, so to speak, for my forthcoming `arrangement." But I also intended to allow the girls to share in the initiation just as they had in the punishment. Females were not necessarily any more gentle than men-take Jennifer as a case in point, and Lisa, who had had to flog her former Mistress. Jane, if she didn't know that now, needed to learn it.
	We made small talk, drank some more wine, and showed Jane all the implements in Jennifer's collection. Much was made of the type of pain that each inflicted, and Jane to give her credit, did not flinch at all, despite

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some rather graphic accounts from Heather and Lisa, especially the latter.
	When she seemed relaxed we explained the time had come, and tied her wrists together. These we connected to an overhead ring in the ceiling and pulled it taut. We blindfolded her, and then I took the lightest of the whips and demonstrated the thorough body treatment she was to be given. She was already tender in some places from her earlier punishment, but I proceeded methodically to cover her with brisk brushes from the lightest whip. Then I left her to the tender mercies of Heather and Lisa, each to share half of the next two whips. As I left I could see Lisa taking her part very seriously, and Jane was beginning to react to the heavier blows.
	I went to watch a blue video in Heather's mother's room. I needed to relax for the efforts ahead.
	When the girls called me back Jane was a sight to behold. She was breathing deeply in an effort to control herself and her pale skin was flushed a bright pink, marked with innumerable traces of the whip thongs.
	"Is she ready for the strap?" I enquired.
	"We think so," said Lisa, "unless you wish to proceed to another level of the whip first."
	I pretended to think about this before they took Jane to the bed and placed her over a stiff bolster and tied her limbs to the corners of the bed, but then I said, "Tie her to the bed. Lisa, the heaviest strap, for Jane is well-fleshed about the bottom."
	It was brought, and I let Jane feel its weight across her tender rosy-pink whip-marked bottom. It was arched nice and high. Her legs were splayed wide, her long lean-petalled slot, already whipped to a wet frenzy by Lisa and Heather, was gaping wide with hope.
	"At least a dozen, Jane, more if we judge you need them. "
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react involuntarily. I teased the insides of her thighs, letting my fingers run towards her cunt. Eventually I trailed the length of her with my fingers, and then I let the stiff leather edge of the strap ease into the central folds. Jane's pelvis pressed up into the strap seeking relief. I masturbated her with the strap, first the edge, then with the flat until the leather was wet with her juices. I waited until I judged she was lost in these reveries.
	THWA.A.ACK. The wet strap exploded across the pink flesh of Jane's rump. She gulped down a shriek of surprise and surged her pelvis into the bed. As it rebounded upwards the next CRA. A. A. CK of the strap plastered itself across the base of her bum and drove her back into the bed. We watched her swivel and squirm in reaction. When Heather nodded I delivered the next hard and fast to the pale stripe of skin left between the first two crimson tracks.
	Jane's bottom was full and voluptuous. It was now in a state of vibrant agitation as it sought to dispel the mounting fire which built there. Because the strap was heavy and thick it lacked the ability to mould itself to all the full curves of her fulsome rear. I compensated by moving around and making sure that I strapped the outer and top slopes of her cheeks. I knelt between her legs and laid the leather along each separate buttock, crossing the tracks of the earlier strokes.
	I returned to her side and whispered in her ear.
	"A few repeaters, for I want you really hot and polished for the canes." I let my diction dwell on the plural.
	I relaid my tracks across her writhing, agonised bottom with noisy vigour.
	When I'd finished I said to everyone, "Jane was keen to taste cock, and to help herself. She can have it now as she is caned. It will teach her to appreciate the cock and to treat it carefully. It will force her to
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dissociate what we do to her, from what she does for us."
	I addressed Jane. "Here is my cock, suck it while Heather and Lisa give you six strokes with the canes. Should your teeth touch me, they will begin again until you get it right."
	I placed myself before her, and allowed her to mouth my cock. Her lips enveloped it, and I could feel her long hot tongue along the underside. Delicious and cosy. I nodded to the girls.
	Their strokes were perfectly timed and placed. Jane convulsed under the surprise and shock of double strokes, one across upper slopes, the other across the base of her full crimson upraised rump. My cock pumped in and out of her mouth as she reacted in surprise, but she kept her teeth clear. When she had settled I nodded again. The girls repeated the strokes closer together. Jane's hips pumped in the pillow with the pain and my cock slid in and out her mouth, almost automatically. But she relaxed her concentration, for as it slid in the second time her teeth just grazed the shaft. It was rather nice in fact, but against the policy I had stated.
	"Dear, dear Jane, you just grazed my cock with your teeth, don't you know its very sensitive? Begin again girls," I ordered. I took Jane's head gently in my hands and her brown eyes opened wide in frantic alarm.
	Heather and Lisa struck again in their first location, and their strokes had not relented. Jane convulsed, uncontrollably it seemed at the re-iterated pain on the already sore stripes, but she kept her mouth wide open. This time Jane really concentrated and although her rump and hips weaved a frantic dance to relieve the fire that streaked across her sorely strapped buttocks as two strokes coursed the red-hot skin simultaneously, never did her teeth touch my cock. She kept them well drawn back and her lips tightly clamped round my cock. She drew in breath as her mouth, gaping as wide

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as it could, slid up my cock, but she was careful to settle back at the halfway mark with her lips round the engorged shaft. I thought she managed admirably, for Heather and Lisa thrashed hard and in unison in an effort to break her concentration. But I controlled the timing with my nods and I allowed Jane enough respite, not much but enough, to regain some control. I'm not sure she was actually grateful, but I think she realised I could have let them loose on her without mercy.
	"To conclude matters I will give you the concluding cane stripes."
	The girls placed her on her back, a cushion in the small of her back, her legs bend over so that she could clutch them tightly around the ankles. Her slim slit was scarcely protected below the backs of her thighs so revealed, her full tortured rump was tightly stretched.
	"Hot cross buns," I announced, and whistled the bamboo so it cut diagonally from the tight crest of one bum to the back of her thigh on the other leg.
	"Whowwwww . . ." Jane shrieked gratifyingly in genuine agony.
	I repeated the stroke on the other diagonal and received a similar reply. I moved up and crossed her buns so that a stroke fell diagonally across both tight cheeks, and so the pliable cane bruised the slender wet folds they tried to protect.
	Jane howled without respite. I gave her the twin stroke in the other direction without waiting for her to subside and the howling simply hiccupped. We had broken her reserve. She was truly initiated, free of inhibitions.
	I don't think she was paying a great deal of attention to me as Heather and Lisa pried her legs apart and held them high and wide. I placed my huge aching cock at the tip of her very lovely cunt and leant forward for my weight to drive me in to her very base. She groaned an indescribable sound that signalled agony and ecstasy, wrapped her arms around me, and flung off the captors
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of her legs so that she could do the same with them. She had me nicely pinioned to her. I took hold of her sorely battered bum cheeks and pumped long and hard. She matched me stroke for stroke with the same vigour she had lately offered to the cane. I came quickly, but I kept pumping her out of good manners. When I felt myself coming for the second time I poked a finger up her bottom hole and I squeezed her cheeks tightly together. The volcano beneath me erupted in a paroxysm of energy and a cacophony of moaning. Her own wet juices flooded my cock as I shot and shuddered my sperm into her love channel.
	We took along time to die down together, squirming and fondling. Finally I smacked her bottom and pulled out. I bowed to the spectators and waved in the girls. Lisa plunged into her cunt with no further ado, and Heather offered her slot to Jane's face.
	I staggered off to the bathroom, poured myself some white wine, and found myself a dried out sandwich. Then I sat down to watch them ring the changes in a sloppy, lapping, cunt-happy threesome that seemed to last for hours. I could see the need for some extra cock, for the cunts I could see poking high in the sky, and recently tongued, surely begged for something long and hard.

	While Jane lay face down on the bed, her face cradled on Lisa's soft mons veneris with her sorely striped bottom in full view, I broached my need for an assistant with a pristine bottom a few days hence, and explained why. They were both intrigued, but it was no contest, for Heather's marks were almost gone. Lisa's skin was obviously more sensitive for a few fading stripes remained, but she pretended to bear her loss well, in any case she consoled herself by fondling Jane. We both

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knew she had plans of her own, that she wished to share only with me.
	I made my arrangement with Heather before she and Lisa left, leaving Jane to me for the night. It was likely to a long night for there is nothing so horny as a thoroughly flagellated woman with no inhibitions. Luckily she was asleep at the moment as physical exhaustion, wine and the emotions of the evening caught up with her. But I did not doubt she would awake in due course hot, wet, and in urgent need. I would be ready to serve her, as was required of me. It was required of me, and I served her hard and long. Coming back from the toilet in the grey twilight of dawn I could not resist the view of the sprawling initiate and I woke her, first quite gently with a leather slipper, and then with the morning vigour of a cock thrust in from the rear, aided by hands grasping her swollen tits.
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CHAPTER #9
Jennifer's 'arrangement'

	When Heather and I rang the bell three days later at the appointed place, at the appointed time, we knew little of the lingering days of nervous anticipation and vivid imagining our ring brought to an end. The lady within shivered uncontrollably at the thought of the forthcoming experience. She tried to walk slowly, and in control of herself to the door, but it seemed even to her that the roll her hips, normally a natural swing of elegance, was stiff and exaggerated.
	"Please come in," she said in a voice modulated by tight nerves.
	"Good evening," I replied in as unforced and controlled a tone as I could manage. I strode in carrying a long attache case, followed by Heather who was clad in a tightly-fitting black skirt and longsleeved polonecked black sweater. She carried a black, metre-long tube and looked slender, fragile and pale. The lady looked surprised, but then remembered that an assistant
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was part of the arrangement. She started a little at the thought of this feminine intrusion on her nervous, shameful, private `business.'
	We were led into a reception room. It was large and airy, but the shades were drawn according to instructions, despite the thick masking shrubbery beyond and the slowly fading light. A small table was set with drinks, crackers, cheese and other small niblets. A lowbacked padded chair had been placed facing the fireplace, but otherwise the room was as it always was.
	In silence the lady poured champagne into tall stemmed glasses and placed them on a tray. As she did so, Heather and I watched her with what we hoped looked like professional interest and aplomb. We had agreed that Heather would say nothing to me in public, she would speak only to the lady, and then, with one exception, only when she was alone with her. It did not seem likely to be garrulous evening. I had a patter to deliver, and a demonstration to give, before we got down to the real business. We had practiced our moves, especially those leading up to the demonstration, and over dinner the night before we had discussed how the actual session was to be orchestrated. We left little to chance, but we were also willing to play it by ear should it be necessary. Whipping a perfect stranger requires as much personal flexibility as the implements in use.
	The lady, and that she was most certainly, was of average height, perhaps five feet five inches, but medium heels, the deep backless swoop of her damask evening gown, and the high roll of her swept-up blond hair made her look taller and exquisitely delicate. The eye flowed down from her slender neck into a flawless back quite exposed by her gown. The deep cut of the material's edge terminated in the very deepest recess of the small of her back so that it seemed as if the swelling rises of her delicious rump, just beneath the cloth leapt out at the beholder more than if their swelling cleavage

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had been actually revealed. The cut of her gown exaggerated the narrowness of her waist, and the material clung wantonly to the perfect curves of her rear, whose shapeliness was slightly revealed by gentle motions as she poured the drinks. There seemed no doubt that her hips and legs would complete the symphonic assemblage to perfection. It was a speculation supported by the neat ankles in view below, and by the lean lines of her bare arms as she manipulated the glasses.
	I was greatly excited by her perfection. Jennifer had told truly, and I could kiss her for it. The lady turned round and stepped across the room to bring us our drinks and a selection of edibles. The light outlined the curve of her collar bone and the gentle shadows began to outline the developing broad cleft between her breasts which started high on her immaculate chest but which, it seemed, were long, firm and well-separated rather than large. The gown covered each breast but left clear the cleft of perfect flesh between as a bare vee of skin plunged down onto her flat stomach. The neat waist swelled gently to entrancing hips, the flowing lines were unbroken.
	"You are nervous, my dear. Understandable," I said, "and a good sign too," I added. Heather undulated very gently alongside me, oscillating her agreement.
	"To self-knowledge, and total satisfaction," I raised my glass in a toast which we all repeated, chinking each others glasses.
	"I, . . . . . . " the begowned lady seemed to be having difficulty finding words, "I w..w..wonder if this is really wise. I fear I may not be able to go through with it . . . " The words came in a rush. Her drink swayed perilously in her glass and she put it down hastily, but then seemed at a loss with her hands.
	"My dear lady," I intoned (in part because I knew not her name), "you have had several days to think this over. If you weren't serious you would never have
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dressed as we agreed. You have everything ready as agree, have you not?" I enquired in a crisp and affirmative tone, daring her to disagree.
	"Oh, oh yes." Her voice was low and quiet, a little quavery and slowly delivered.
	"Then you are serious, and you will go through with it. The waiting makes you nervous, it is meant to, without it there could be no satisfaction, no release, no selfexploration, no release from tension. If we left now you would feel worse tomorrow, from not knowing, than you will from anything you will experience this evening. I guarantee that." Privately I wasn't so sure, but I had to trust Jennifer's judgement.
	She stood there with head dropped, but not drooping. Slowly she raised it and looked me straight at me with clear pale blue eyes. I met her look with what I hoped was understanding. Slowly her face relaxed a little, a suspicion of a crease appeared at the ends of her mouth-a presmile. A very, very slight movement of her head indicated compliance. Perhaps after all she had been testing me.
	"We do understand that you are a novice, but we do promise very considerable enjoyment, in due course." I added the last clause after a slight pause, and I enunuciated it very clearly. She nodded very slightly again. She was not used to complying with instructions from anyone, least of all strangers.
	"We are nearly ready to commence," I said, "but first we will have a refill, if you please." The lady collected them, and moved across the room to the champagne. She took some time because her hand was trembling, and she overfilled one glass and had to dab up a spill on the tray. I enjoyed watching her, knowing that the full flow of her figure wa's shortly to be revealed and offered in sacrifice. Its delectable curves were revealed and displayed by slight movements, swings, sways, and partial bends as she went about the task. She was, for once, self-concious about her body, and
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in consequence moved it more than usual. She might as well be nude before my eyes. She was thinking much the same, and her brain was racing at the sheer stupidity of her agreement-to strip before strangers, to be taken upstairs and whipped of her own volition, and then to be fucked-she cringed inwardly at the word, the phrase-but surely it was to be sheerly crude in contrast to her normal experience of lovemaking, and what else could you call it? Why else had she decided to undertake it?
	Eventually she turned around with the drinks, and nearly dropped them. Heather had stripped and stood there quite nude, barefoot, and totally unconcerned as she took her re-filled drink. A slight smile played around her lips. Her slightness was very real, for her slender lightly-muscled limbs were scarcely fleshed out. Her waist was neatly drawn in and narrow, the stomach flat, the hips a trifly bony, and in contrast to her waist they seemed quite wide. Her breasts were not high and taut, as is often the case with slim girls, but low-slung and surprisingly full though by no means large, their neat globularity highlighted by white skin in contrast to a light body tan. When Heather moved, her breasts had a fascinating wobble, and her proudly erected nipples stood out and slightly upwards to add a provocative sexual element to the tense atmosphere.
	I took my glass and met the lady's penetrating blueeyed gaze.
	"I did mention that Heather is my able and very necessary assistant. Now I believe you would like to see the equipment." I took the lady by her bare elegant elbow and led her to the attache case which I opened as is lay upon a side table. I pointed to a selection of multi-thonged whips, and I described what she could plainly see, that they graduated by increasing length from ten to thirty inches, and with gradually thickening leather thongs in a balanced proportion. Each had a polished handle shaped like a penis-each also in pro
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portion to the weight of the the whip. They ranged from less than five inches in length to nearly nine inches, and with commensurate thicknesses. I explained that these whips were used to build up gradually the stroke which the body could bear, and that they would be used over the entire body to build up an overall tenderness and skin heat. I knew my descriptions would enhance the tension.
	Then I brought out the three straps, each thicker, wider and heavier than the last, and each with a fat leather handle. These, I explained with authoritative calm, were used to build up heat and to bring the area in question to a highly sensitised state of `polish.' I mentioned that I normally carried a range, from which I could make a judicious selection as required. I handed each implement to the lady who hardly knew what to do or say, I could see her swallowing with nervous fear and suppressed excitement. Her eyes dilated remarkably and I could she was developing an involuntary shiver. It was a sign that she was excited. Heather took care to make her swish the whips and weigh each belt, before relieving her of them as I handed on the next one.
	"We normally conclude an introductory session with the birch or the cane, but birches are more awkward to transport, and difficult for you to acquire. Thus I am sure that the cane will be found satisfactory. " I used as neutral a tone as I could for my explanations. I felt that such an approach would insinuate itself under the skin of her upper middle class reserve, and have her inwardly crawling with nervous apprehension, far more effectively than a blunt line like `this is for really thrashing your hot little ass.' She might appreciate the crude lines when I knew her better, but better safe than sorry, I opined to myself.
	"The canes, Heather."
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handed me the tube with its end open to reveal a graduated set. I made a deliberate play of selection, the second thinnest, eyeing Heather's rump with professional objectivity before choosing it. I flexed it vigorously, and flashed it through the air only inches away from the unperturbed Heather. She was doing a wonderful acting job, for only I knew that this would only be her second taste of discipline, and that she had told me as we came how nervous she would be, partly because she knew how much it would hurt. I reminded her how brave she had been the last time, that this would be less severe, and that she could have her share of the action later on.
	"Now, let me show the effects of each implement." I picked up the third whip in the sequence of seven. As the lady's mesmorised eyes followed my actions like a rabbit she saw that Heather had placed herself against a high-backed easy chair. Her pert rump stuck out, her neat waist was tucked in, and her head was bend slightly forward so that fullness of her back was presented to me, with her bottom as a lower and subsidiary target. She had parted her legs a little so that the cleft of her bottom flowed downwards to the split beginnings of her pretty plump quim.
	"Feel the coolness of the skin," I requested, and made the lady feel her back, waist, buttocks and thighs. She was tentative about this, so I aided her hands with mine, making them fondle the lovely flesh.
	"Stand clear," I intoned, and I began to whip Heather's back with firm downward strokes. Her body reacted, but she held her position, and I knew that I was only stinging, not hurting her badly, for it was a light whip and I was hitting just hard enough to mark her. I placed about a two dozen crisp strokes, working my way down both sides of her back, through her waist and across the crest of her rump to its base with a steady beat. A tracery of curling red tracks marked her.
	"Now feel the skin," and I made the lady the feel
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Heather across her bottom, where the thongs had fallen close together and flushed her skin hot pink. The lady hardly dared to feel, but she acknowledged with her eyes the feeling of heat. I pointed out how the thongs left much skin untouched, but that a more thorough whipping, with the full range of whips, would remedy this deficiency. "Nevertheless," I added, "look how the flexible thongs can follow the curves, see how these, low on her bottom, have curled between the upper thighs and have nipped the outer lips of her vagina." I bent Heather over, and had her raise a leg, to make sure the lady could see this desirable detail.
	"Now we will show you the strap." Heather brought me number two. She kissed it along its length as she held it across her two hands, keeping her eyes fixed to mine as she did so. They showed she was a little scared, but she moved to a low sofa, and bent over the back of it with her feet on the floor, and her hands on the seat. Her pose was very pretty for her buttocks, provocatively pert in profile were now tight and elongated. The long plump slit of her wet vagina was very obvious, for juices were trickling down the inside of her legs.
	I stood beside Heather, raised the belt and cracked it very firmly across the upper slope of her bottom. You can't strap gently. She gasped, and drew in breath. I rested her a several seconds, seconds that can seem like an eternity, to allow her time to absorb the stroke, and to build the tension. She repeated herself at the next thwack, just below the first, and again with the third, which implanted itself across the very base of her deliciously tight bum. I knew she felt those strokes, but it had to be done, if only to help her pussy. I hoped she had found somewhere to rub her clitoris.
	The strap left broad red flushes to mark its presence. Again I drew the lady's fingers across them, and we watched as Heather flinched. I explained that a succession of strappings would raise a fine hot polish on the

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skin, finely sensitised for the cane or the birch. Heather rose and brought the cane I had previously selected.
	"You will wish to see the cane in action." It was a rhetorical question, but the lady was quick to answer.
	"No, no," she put in hastily, "I ccaaann im .......
	". . . imagine it very well?" I completed the sentence for her. "I'm sure you can, as you are aware nearly all of this is imagination, that is why we are here, is it not? But still, it will do not harm to see it, and besides, I may say that my assistant is expecting it, wishes it." I did wonder if Heather was wishing it. But she was going to get it, for it was Jennifer would had initiated her. I had not yet caned her and I could not resist her tight young profile.
	"The cut of the cane," I intoned in a neutral voice, almost as if I were discoursing on varieties of cabbage, "leaves a wickedly burning line, but for those who love it," and I helped Heather position herself along the sofa, with two stiff cushions beneath her hips, "it brings a climactic ecstasy beyond compare. I allowed my hands roam freely over Heather's well bent bottom. Her lean legs tapered till her toes supported them just where the seat met the arm at the end. Her hips (and therefore her rump) were two hard cushions high. From the crest of the tight target her back dipped strongly and she was supporting her head and shoulders by her forearms resting on the other sofa arm. She was in no position to clutch her bum, however hard I striped it.
	I allowed my hand to stray along the length of unmarked legs, and my fingers to trail along the sweet inner flesh of her thighs until I reached the wet folds between them. She was dripping-I hoped that the cushions were washable. To help Heather I stroked her hot sore bottom, scraping a nail across the hot flesh before I teased and stroked the length of her aching cunt. I let a finger trail deeply, and I pressed enough to enter her very slightly. I used the wetted finger to trace the length of her open bum crack to the top, and
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then back again and into the honey pot. Heather groaned ever so slightly and flexed her hips up and down, so I knew I had been of help to her. She would need further help soon.
	"The parallel stripes of the cane, well executed, are much prized in some quarters. We prize quality as much as sheer quantity. A large undisciplined bottom is generally much less sensitive than a small tight one, such as this. Thus we prefer a small bottom, neatly caned, to a huge mass of flesh which wears out bamboo before the same effect is achieved." I made these comforting remarks in unimpassioned tones. As I made them I placed the cane across the back of Heather's ankles and stroked the backs of both legs with it very slowly, by bringing the cane up over her calves (which, I helpfully mentioned, would be striped during a true reformatory punishment caning) across the back of her knees, and slowly, oh very slowly up her thighs until the cane rested at the swell of her rump. I repeated the action across the glowing tight skin of her bottom until I reached the small of her back. Heather flexed her hips under these ministrations. I lifted the cane and drew the tip along the cleft of her parted mounds until it followed the curve between her legs. I looked carefully and ensured that it ran along the slit of her quim, as if a tiny cock was taking its rest upon her elongated petals. I let her press back against the cane to insert it and to achieve some more relief-but not too much for I wanted her right on the edge, both now, and for later.
	"Watch, there will be three."
	I withdrew the cane, the last several inches glistening with Heather's fresh juices. If I was accurate, Heather's right buttock would burn more fiercely from the wet end, than her left. I placed the cane across the top of her bottom, raised it, and whistled a fast stroke to the exact position. There was a muffled squeak, and she squirmed delightfully for several seconds before she uttered another as the second stripe appeared two inches

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above it. The final stroke I further delayed to enjoy my observation that her right side was feeling hotter, for there was a definite skew to the churning of Heather's hips. I placed the last stroke where I judged the base of her bottom was, for Heather's rear, as I have remarked before flowed seamlessly into her upper thighs. Two gasps, one from Heather, the other from our spectator who tried to hide it. Her eyes were wide, and I wondered for a second if I had overdone the demonstration to the point where she would refuse to accede to her own forthcoming epsiode. I moved quickly.
	"Rise." Heather removed nimbly herself from the sofa. I could see her eyes were a little watery, her lips were slightly, and her chest revealed deep breathing.
	"Notice the remarkable self-control for one so young." I said. "It normally requires someone older to have such abilities, one with experience of life's pains and troubles."
	The lady was greatly affected by the demonstrationshe too was breathing deeply, I could see that her nipples were uncontrollably erected under the thin covering of her gown, and I began to suspect of her of having achieved an orgasm while she watched Heather being basted. The time had come, I decided, to get the real show under way.
	"The time has come, dear lady, for you to present yourself to us." She knew what `present' meant from the instructions I had given her over the phone, and after my courteous and neutral commentary during the demonstration, my tone was suddenly firm, just a little less conversational, and would obviously brook no refusal. She found herself faced by Heather who obviously intended to help her remove the gown. Heather moved behind her.
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I had suspected she wore nothing beneath it, and so she stood before me, a nude supplicant, offering herself in submission to a Master. I enjoyed the confirmation of my speculation about the flawless flow of her figure-of her type she was sheer perfection.
"Step sideways."
	She did so, and the movement was exquisitely provocative to the viewer, despite the thumping heart which seemed to render her movements elephantine to herself. We had not just statutary excellence before us, but a sonnet in motion.
	"Turn sideways, and keep your arms up." The pale perfection of her smooth form was revealed anew, from her neck to the fierce interruption of her erected nipples as they erupted above the geometrically perfect quarter circle which carried her breasts to her abdomen. The sophistication of the gown was no vain conceit, for the object of all our immediate interests was now revealed: a rounded rear in provoking profile. But it did not disturb the elegance of her figure which continued into lean and nicely-muscled legs. Rather it crowned her dorsal profile and provided a natural resting place for the eyes, just as as her nipples did at the front.
	"Face my assistant. "
	Heather enjoyed one view, I enjoyed the other, the one I was to devote some labour upon, with great pleasure I expected. My turgid cock reflected my interest in the lady.
	"Face me." After she did so I saw Heather rub her bottom furtively, and I desperately wanted to help her.
	"Ah, how charming." She was quite devoid of pubic hair, and this came to me as slight surprise, although I expected that she would be trim in that region, for she was not the sort to leave her natural hair flourishing unchecked.
	"Your choice, or your lovers," I asked quizzically.
	"My own, although my lovers like it." Her voice had a renewed confidence.
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	I was surprised, even pleased, that she responded. I had not expected it. It indicated mental resistance, not a refusal to perform or submit, but a determination to establish her own ground. That was good, I did not wish to whip inert flesh, its owner must have a life and mind of her own.
	There was a pleasing gap between her thighs, below her cunt, which was now to be seen in blatant profile against a light background. I could see too that my demonstration had had its effect, there were juices dribbling down the insides of her thighs. She would not turn back now for she had climaxed when I caned Heather. In due course she would want to cane Heather herself.
	"Lower you hands. You are every bit as lovely as my informant described, and I use the word lovely with care." She inclined her head in acknowledgment and managed a very slight smile. "Now, there is something you must tell me, is there not?"
	She hesitated, or rather I should say she very carefully played. a deliberate pause to heighten the drama we were playing out. First she looked intently at Heather, then she looked me directly in the eyes and said in a clear, low voice with careful phrasing:
	"I offer myself freely, I submit to the accoutrements and implements of discipline, and to intimacies thereafter. "
	Heather, who stood behind her to one side, winked at me and smiled. I had worked hard on the formalities of that statement, she had said it well. I suspected her earlier hesitancy was a deliberate test of my own resolve.
	I said to her, "Good, go with Heather, she will prepare you to be whipped. You must obey her at all times." It was the first time I had mentioned her name, and I did so to signal that the three of us were mutually engaged on a group enterprise, although I still did not know the lady's name.

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	Two nude ladies left the room. One, for all her outward calm, was chilled with apprehension despite the warmth of the room, and her beautiful, smooth, pale, matchless rear orbs seemed to linger at the door, as if reluctant to leave their sanctuary. The other, who followed still rubbing her rear, was in a dripping state of heated frustration. Her pink tram-lined rump bespoke the events which were yet to unwind for the lady ahead of her.
	The lady mounted the stairs slowly, but she moved more readily when Heather placed her hands on the flare of her hips, and drew them down either side while her thumbs, one behind the other, traced the open cleft between the full firm globes with a gentle but detectable pressure. The lady tried to escape with speed but the whipped wraith behind her trailed close, and grasped the firm flesh with either hand.
	The lady resented this assault on her flesh, for she had steeled herself for days against the anticipated onslaughts of the whip, the strap and the cane, with no thought of the firm feminine touch which assailed her now and intruded on her thoughts. She broke free with long strides across the landing and into the bedroom. She stopped abruptly besides the bed as Heather entered behind her and shut the door.
	They both knew she was not destined for the bed, not yet, but there was necessary equipment on the bed. Heather fastened leather handcuffs to the lady's hands, and a short chain between was quickly fastened to a rope which ran to a pulley on a strong ceiling hook, recently installed. Heather pulled the other end until the lady stood beneath the hook with hands above her head, and then she tied it neatly to a wall ring. A dark velvet blindfold was placed upon her, and all was ready. The bed was huge and comfortable, but across it lay a very large stiff bolster. Elsewhere one side table was set with drinks, another with flannels, towels and a bowl of water.

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	Heather, as she told me later, could not resist running her gentle hands over the exquisite figure of the lady who tried to squirm from her reach, and expostulated "NO, . . . . please no." She pressed the lady's breasts upwards, to tease the erected nipples, and hugged her from behind to rub her own aching pussy up against that perfect rear, and to press her own turgid breasts against the flowing curves of her back.
	"Don't resist Ma'm, you must be made ready," Heather insisted," as she shamelessly masturbated against the flawless rump at the rear, and explored the lady's thighs and mons veneris at the front. She needed relief and she was going to get it
	"Keep your legs apart, as they are now. You are ready, the Master will whip you now."
	Heather came to the door and let me in. I was dressed in a black body suit, and the most evident item was my swollen cock straining at the crotch. I had changed downstairs, and now I selected a tiny whip from my case, the six thongs not more than eight inches long.
	"Your discipline will begin with a body whipping, and I shall use three graduated whips. Feel the first." I trailed the thongs along the top of her rump letting them swing back and forth, and then across the upper swell of her breasts, at which she gasped.
	"I shall begin." I did so across the front of her thighs, and then their insides, but well clear of her dripping cunt, another surprise to her, I think, for she could not see me, or hear me move across the soft carpet. The strokes were short and firm, but they did little more than sting very gently, the sting subsiding almost immediately. I knew this well, for I tried various implements upon myself, and I had even had Heather test some on me in a trial run earlier in the day.
	The lady bore it well, as I expected, the stinging was not indeed unpleasant. I beat her methodically with a regular rhythm, occasionally leaving a longer gap when I shifted position. I worked down her legs right to the
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ankle moving from one to the other. Then I worked up the sides of the legs and to her sweetly swelling hips, across her abdomen, and slowly up towards her breasts.
	"Keep you head back, Ma'm," I instructed before I whipped the underside of those delicious globes with quite gentle backhand swings, (my backhand is quite excellent from a long career in squash and table tennis). I swept the open cleavage between them both up and down, almost as if I was removing dust, before I beat the tops of her gorgeous tits. Still she was quiet, although I could see her grimacing. This was not a punishment so 1 left her breasts and worked up to her collar bone, out to her shoulders and up her outstretched arms, rarely striking any place more than once.
	I moved behind her and worked the miniature whip as briskly as ever from her shoulders to her waist, across her quite perfect globes. I thoroughly enjoyed my first touch, but I was careful not to overdo it. I used backhand again for the underslopes of her bottom, and insides of her legs.
	She bore it all stoically without a sound, but flexing her body every few strokes as if to relieve an itch. She thought I had finished, but a crisp rising backhand into the gaping space between her legs saw the thongs kiss parallel to the wet folds of her quim, perhaps sinking into the slit itself. I am sure the tips nipped the soft pad of her mons. She yelped and lifted her body to tiptoe, swaying delightfully from side to side.
	"You surely did not think I had forgotten that precious part," I told her as I moved to her front and backhanded the same place again. She squealed and lifted again, for skin wetted from her own juices certainly made the whip kiss more fiercely.
	Heather sat leant back against the bed with her hand pumping her slot. Her mouth was wide open, and her eyes were fixed on the spectacle.
	"The next whip," I told her, and let her feel its longer heavier thongs across her bottom. I knew that
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by now her body was feeling pleasantly warm, not more, and she could not claim any pain once the immediate sting subsided. It would be the same with the second whip, but the kiss would be hotter, the sting on already sensistive skin more intense, and the resulting heat greater still. Even her squeals when I whipped her cunt were more of surprise, than responses to real pain. But, it pleased me to think, her mind would be waiting for those heavier strokes to her unembarassed cunt, for she could no more restraint its physiological reaction to stimulation than she could halt my whipping.
	I resumed my attentions, stroking her body with the stinging heavier thongs in the same routine as before. Because her skin was now more sensitive she undulated more frequently as the stinging tracks I coursed across her burned into the skin, diffused and relaxed into glowing heat. She grew visibly more agitated as I retraced the topography of her bottom in the same order as before and approached the climactic strokes with the second whip.
	Heather, leaning against the bed, was having a flurry of minor orgasms from the excitment of the spectacle and the ministrations of her hand. I nodded at her to hold the lady's legs apart, or I feared the lady might try to protect herself. Heather knelt low between the lady's legs and wrapped her arms around her legs. She kept her back low and left me plenty of space above.
	The lady was expecting strokes between her thighs so I hit very firmly, twice and quickly, across the fullsomeness of those beauteous globes, now painted a glorious pink from a mixture of the delicate tracery of pretty red whiplines and the unblemished white skin between. These strokes caused her to undulate back and forth unexpectedly, and as she flexed back towards me the second time, I caught her with the rising backhand, exactly where she had expected it two strokes previously. The lady stammered out a gasp, and an incoherent moan. I moved to the front and stung her inside

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track before even she expected it, and she had to double track her moans and gasps.
	Heather scuttled away and I let the lady simmer down as I changed whips, but still I let her feel it trail across her heated rear. I knew that now the touch of those dangling thongs would rise tingling tracks. I knew too that her body would feel very warm, the sort of heat that overcooled flesh experiences as it warms up to room temperature.
	She was a truly beautiful sight as I viewed her. A figure of immaculate and unflawed beauty, a glorious glowing pink, and moving gently, as if the wind was blowing her.
	"Whip number three."
	I repeated my routine. The six thongs were now twenty inches long and substantially thicker than the first. In order to whip properly a heavier stroke was necessary, otherwise it would fall flat and have no effect at all. Whereas before I had used my wrist and forearm, I now used my whole arm. The longer thongs covered more flesh, and I compensated by delivering fewer strokes to each area. The heavier whip on the very warm and skin meant that the sharp `sting' was now better described a crisp cut, for it felt as if it was biting into the flesh, as indeed it was. The thin lines of biting hurt it inflicted died down to a sting, and then to a diffusing warmth which, added to previous effects, left the body feeling hot. The pain, for such it was, was easily borne despite the sensitivity of skin for it was arrived at gradually. I was careful to slow down the tempo a little in recognition that this was the lady's first whipping. Thus, the blows delivered were more easily absorbed, although the mind had longer to dwell upon the next stroke. I tried to balance these to effects, time to think and time to recover, and especially I wanted her to be surprised. Thus I changed slightly the route up and down her body to keep her guessing.
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sued in accompaniment to deep breathing, to limited crescendos as I reached especially tender places across her breasts, her shoulders, and her narrow waist. I took her early through the legs for I felt sure she would try to anticipate those strokes, and I had not yet sent Heather back to hold her. I did not hit viciously, but hard enough to carry the thongs through from the front and up the underside of her glorious bulbs. She tried very hard to mute a shriek, panted very hard and managed to control it. Her legs squeezed hard together, more I think to get a relief for the continual crisis in that region than for protection. When I repeated the stroke from the rear a little later, the response was similar, and the body movement left no doubt in our minds that she was close to orgasm.
	I completed the third whip with neat forehands and backhands across that most exquisitely rounded target. She gave deep guttural groans and tried hard to shake off the burning in her bared bum by flexing the cheeks most vigorously.
	Heather and I let her squirm for a minute or so. I knew that now she would be feeling hot all over, and I wanted her to have time to think, and to feel the heat spreading into every fibre of her body. I nodded to Heather, who embraced her from behind rubbing her hard breasts against the lady's tender back, and fondling her overheated tits around the front. The lady went into paroxysms for her body was ultra-sensitive to every touch.
	In truth she was hardly thinking-she was flux of ever-changing sensations. She had found the traverse of the first whip almost pleasant, like brushing the scalp with a wire brush, a different sort of massage. She had been horror struck, but mainly with surprise by the strokes sweeping up between her legs. She had never expected that. She allowed lovers to masturbate her, she let them, made them lick her cunt and clitoris, but never, ever, had she contemplated being whipped there.

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She had shrieked in surprise, and the thongs did sting harder on the wet folds, but mainly the whip fueled her aching cunt to pulse and drip still more. The whipping of the assistant had greatly excited her, it seemed a terrible thing to do to the girl, but she could not deny that her own cunt throbbed in response, and she had streamed during the caning. Of course, why should she not, for the `story' Jennifer had lent her had kept her going for hours. Jennifer's private revelation of her bottom in the storeroom, and her confessions afterwards over dinner left little doubt that this was a sexually exciting activity. Everyone at work thought what a lovely, outgoing and agreeable girl Jennifer was. She seemed well adjusted, just as she herself felt she was mature and responsible. Yes, responsible, responsible for her own mental health.
	The second whip was definitely harder but entirely bearable, the warm glow of her body got warmer still and she moved her body because she felt the need, not to avoid or invite strokes. Suddenly it occurred to her that there would be harder strokes along her wet slot and a little chill crept into her thinking. When the girl got between her legs and held them she knew the strokes would hurt, but the Master fooled her. He hit her rump and waited for her to undulate in response, almost as if it was a dance. When she did, he caught unexpectedly where she feared most, but before she expected it. But the strokes were less vigorous than she expected and almost relieved the urgency between her legs. Her guttural response surprised herself when she heard it. She had heard men do that as they climaxed within her, but it was her habit to enjoy herself in silence. It was a habit developed from many nights of guilty masturbation in the small house she had grown up in. Perhaps her silence during lovemaking was the reason that lovers dropped her so quickly, for they were always ecstatic when they first saw her nude, quite overcome with her beauty.

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	The third whip hurt. But he hit her with intervals between the strokes, and less often, and the pain was subsiding from one stroke before the next arrived. The bastard was clever. He followed a different route, and long before she anticipated it he cracked her along the crease. Once more it was a lighter stroke than the rest, but there was sudden searing pain shooting along and up onto her bottom. That had hardly died down before he took her in the same place from the other direction. She stifled her natural shrieks as best she could, for she was determined to hold out and give no satisfaction. His final strokes across her bottom told her all she needed to know, he too was seduced by its beauty, like all the others. It was full, round, tempting, provocative, but he paid his compliments to it in a very different manner, and with a vigorous pleasure.
	Before she had time to think the assistant enveloped her, embracing and feeling her. Iron hard nipples, backed by firm swollen flesh, jabbed points of burning agony into her back. She heard a gentle whisper in her ear.
	"You took the whipping well. I will remove your blindfold, and you must get upon the bed, face down with your hips on the bolster. Your very lovely bottom must be high and well rounded. Its a glorious glowing hot pink now. Come."
	Heather led the shackled lady to the bed and unfastened the central link between her wrists. She clipped on other lengths of cord and ran them to leather rings around the bed posts. She laid her pretty victim in the required position, and tied her ankles to bedposts at the bottom of the bed. She was now star spreadeagled, her glowing pink hot bottom tightly stretched over the stiff bolster, her slender limbs and torso seemingly focussed entirely on that one spot. Her shaven cunt, streaked with whip tracks in every crevice, was in brazen view like a fresh-split peach, the slot wide and wet, the whole pulsing gently as the lady's hips surged against

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the bolster in a steady and inexorable rhythm. Any responsible person would attend to the desires it expressed. A tender tongue, a pronging cock, a flailing whip?
	Above the cunt was the bottom, inexpressibly desirable, the cleft deep, wide and open, offered like a skater's thrust-out ass, teasing the judges and inviting the audience. The anal rose was bright pink, but the pale innermost flesh was untouched by whip tracks. What a tempting morsel. I had left the room, but it was the sight which greeted me on my return.
	Heather told to the lady to turn her head. When she did she saw that a cunningly angled mirror afforded a complete view of herself, and the spot from which her Master would soon command her. She was surprised to see that her skin glow was a pleasant pink, not the scarlet red which its heat foretold. Prominent was the rising crest of her rear poised high and bare in the air by the bolster. However, the brazen neatness of that spreadeagled ass was hidden from her view.
	"Don't move," instructed Heather, in a voice which would truck no nonsense. She clambered up beside the lady and began to stroke the backs of her helpless thighs, and Heather's hands gently and teasingly worked their way up towards the gaping, sodden quim. Fingers described slowly the perfect geometry of the junction between the legs and the bottom, and they did not neglect the engorged flesh along the central line of symmetry. Fingernails left fiery trails as they moved to delineate the human form. The human form began to writhe and weave. So fingers probed the wet slot, and entered for an inch. A thrust rump tried to bury the fingers, like a venus fly trap after an unsuspecting victim. But these fingers were too fast and their welljudged delicacy of touch stretched out the aching agony. One hand worked over the tender flesh of the rear while the other worked the secret clefts between.
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female and Heather had designs. She knelt between the thighs and touched her hard-nippled breasts to the twin peaks of the bottom, and began to massage them. What in ordinary circumstances would have been a lover's tease now burnt into the hapless lady like spatters of hot oil. She could not control her motions, and Heather knelt upright, grasped the cheeks of her buttocks and began to massage them redoubling their agonising heat. Heather could not resist two quick hand smacks before she bent and kissed the crowning summit of each with open lips and a hot probing tongue.
	Suspecting she may have overstepped the mark Heather dismounted, and with a private smirk unrepentantly opened the door for me. Through the mirror I could see the lady react with horror at my all-black skin tight outfit, for she had not seen me during the whipping. From her angle, and because of the matt black cloth, she could not see the huge bulge of my cock at the front. But she could see the broad strap I carried, number two, the one Heather had tasted. She had seen it downstairs, and in operation, but now it had an immediate import, and she shut her eyes tightly. An oscillation of nervous surprise superimposed itself upon the masturbatory flexing she was already practicing. She might have tried to control either in normal circumstances, but the whipping had heated her loins, as well as her skin, to an almost unbearable pitch even before Heather had taken such shameless advantage of her.
	I stood beside the bed and measured my stroke without the strap. Then I placed it gently across the crest of her bottom, and she surged in reaction, thrusting her hips into the bolster. I had decided on a dozen good firm strokes, following Jennifer's sound advice, which I intended also to use upon her in due course.
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	TW . . . . . . WALK, the leather sang out as it blistered the skin across the upper slopes of the proferred bottom, "W . . . ooow," answered the lady, and the dance of the ass began. The whole pelvis convulsed as a twist was added to the straight thrust, almost as if an aerial skier added a new twist to her acrobatic flight. The strap waited three or four seconds before adding the next three inch stripe of bright red skin. A thin line of unstrapped skin separated the two tracks. The ass dance continued, the lady's eyes remained tightly shut, but she began to issue guttural moans. I added stripe after stripe, with a firm hand and a methodical manner, using six in all to reach the sweet, tender, undercurve of her bum, now almost eliminated by her tautly stretched position. She was resisting me rather nicely, extremely well for a novice in fact. Only her noise level was a little above that usual in a welltrained submissive.
	I decided that the tracks of blazing heat she now endured would be relaid as precisely as the first time. I took more time, and let her mind play upon each coming stroke, for she could sense my pattern, and I knew that half the agony was in knowing where it would fall. The pelvic motion was frantic now, plunging and thrusting like a ship in a rough sea. The bum muscles clenched tight and then relaxed at short intervals, as if trying the throw off the burning heat which afflicted them. For all that I perceived a new pattern in the motion. It was fast and furious after the strap landed, but it had time to settle down in the interval I allowed between strokes. It seemed to me that as the motion calmed, the delectable bottom, blazing and agonised, nevertheless posed itself for the next stroke. The lady's belly pressed hard into the bed, hollowed the small of her back and thrust her globes upwards in spendid isolation. At the same time she tried to drive her knees up the bed, with the same effect. Thus the bottom was posed, as if to offer the least painful region to my attention.
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	I obliged her for when a lady sees fit to offer her bottom unconditionally to a gentleman, respect shall be shown. I slowed the down the last few strokes each time until her rear was high and almost still. Then I placed the fiery strap hard and accurately, the last across the base of her cheeks. I waited long enough that she would suspect, but not be sure that I had finished strapping her.
	"There remains the cane. Six very crisp ones on very warm skin." I wanted her to know exactly what she was in for.
	She opened her eyes, wet and wide. In the mirror she saw my cock, released and powerfully erect. She saw two pale arms wrapped round my black torso, two hands massaging my abdomen, the front of my thighs, and weighing my testicles, but avoiding contact with my weapon. It thrust up in a gentle curve, huge and demanding. A bead of juice glistened on the end. A hand pressed it down and released it. It slapped my belly and wanged up and down. The same hand offered a thin whippy bamboo, nearly four feet long. I took it. The denoument was about to be delivered.
	When the next stroke failed to arrive when expected, the lady waited and then opened her teary eyes. She saw the towering black figure and a ballet of arms playing with a cock, a huge stiff cock which her predicament had produced. She was long past rational and considered thinking for her body, heated by the whipping and her delicious little ass, basted by the strap, burning like an inferno and feeling like a balloon, had long taken control of her being. She heaved and thrust upon the bolster, squirming and flexing her bum muscles. She was desperate to thrust a hand up herself and to initiate a really through climax, for she was teetering along on the brink of a continual orgasm. Two strokes of the strap, those at the very base of her bottom, had driven her so close to coming that she had almost shrieked "fuck me." If only she could squeeze her
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thighs together she could do it, but they were spread wide apart with no prospect of relief.
	The only remaining action was to thrust her ass up to the strap in the hope that the next burst of agony across it would trigger the crisis. It wasn't, as we have noted the action of a reasoning mind, but of a desperate body in need of relief. Had she had time to remember she would have recalled a lover who could maintain an erection for hours without coming. He had masturbated so often that his cock was quite insensitive, even to the versatile maneuovers of her tight, squeezing cunt. But he had told her that she could trigger orgasm by raking her nails down his back. She would let him thrust her gently for an hour before she relieved him, and it certainly worked. Once started he would grasp her tight buttocks and shaft her vigorously with the full length of his cock before staying in deep and shuddering hot jets of sperm into her.
	Her body wanted the cane, she wanted to come properly with gushing streams of juice. She saw a long thin bamboo offered to the Master. A reasoning mind would agonise at the thought of the searing cuts that whistling bamboo was about to inflict across a burning bottom. Her body flexed her rear upwards off the bolster and her body fretted that it could not brings its knees any closer to the bolster to aid in that endeavour. It would have to do, but the bottom would need a hard caning if there was to be any hope of completion. This was not a time for half-measures.
	She watched through the mirror in fascination, like a rabbit trapped by fox, as the Master placed the cane across the crest of her upraised and perfectly poised rump. Her body felt a delicate hot track where it rested. She wondered who the lady was that lay upon that bed. She knew herself to be a hot-assed cock-happy slutit couldn't be her. She felt she had an acquaintance with that lady, but she knew her to be so uptight, prim and proper that she could not imagine why she was

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lying there, spread so lewdly, for surely her cunt must be clearly visible. She expected that even the bright pink opening of the wet slot itself could be seen, just like those splayed-out bitches she had found in her husband's secreted copy of Hustler. If he was interested in that sort of thing why was he not interested in her, all her friends, and her easily acquired lovers were agreed about her beauty, and . . . .
	A whistling swish, the loud crack of bamboo meeting flesh, and a hot line of white fire across the red furnace of her ass interrupted those reasoning thoughts. She convulsed and her body raised itself a notch towards completion. Deep guttural moans were driven from her.
	A delay until the bottom was on offer.
	Thw. . . . wack.
	The bamboo cut another searing line below the first.
	"The bastard is following the pattern of the strap, working down from the top to the very base of my bum." Fast rational thoughts left unspoken. "Good, a few more like that, and one across that very tender part at the bottom will do the trick," spoke the body to itself, and got on with making its next submission to the Master. "I can't believe I'm doing this." Another thought interrupted by another streak of white fire.
	I worked my way down that very submissive, and remarkably cooperative bottom. I caned. It danced a short pas-de-deux with two very mobile globes of taut red-hot flesh, and then it was ready again. She kept her eyes open, I could see her in the mirror. She was breathing very hard and groaning with sharp incoherence after each stripe. I was glad she was watching for I knew I had separated her reasoning mind from her body, and we had left reason behind as both of us watched her do what she had wanted me to do.
	I blasted the final stroke just a fraction harder than the others. But I was careful, for I knew she wanted a culminating orgasm. One to flush through every fibre of her body. One to convert agony into ecstasy. I could
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easily have done that for her, but, there was also my cock to consider.
	Someone tied down on the verge of a sexual climax is desperate to reach out and touch. So Heather and I had planned her release in stages to allow her some contact, and we were not unkind. Heather clambered round the head of the bed and released her arms. at the same time trapping her head between her splayed legs and offering her a pretty dish to lap. She cradled the lady's head towards her own desperately juicing pussy as I climbed on to the bed from the rear, cock swollen and thrusting high. With her arms freed the lady thrust her torso down the bed, drew in her knees beneath her, still spread wide, and jabbed her red-hot striped bottom lewdly high in search of relief. I got behind her, steadied myself on her hips, and placed the tip of my cock in the obvious place.
	The lady could not see me now for Heather's legs, but at the first touch that hungry cunt tried to grasp me. I drove in steadily and without stopping until I was completely buried. A guttural wet splutter was the response at the front for she was busy between Heather's legs, and her arms were wrapped round Heather's hips. I drew out again until my hood was just within her sopping wet lips then I plunged again. More pleasurable sounds from in front, and they became more intense as I pistoned in and out of her with a steady rythmn. After a time I signalled Heather who eased herself free and untied the lady's legs. I wrapped my arms around and underneath the lady, feeling for the inside of her thighs to tease with wandering fingers the outer lips of her quim and her stiff clitoris. I let my weight rest over her and began pounding vigorously her flexing pelvis to bring my orgasm. The crisis soon arrived, and as it did I felt beneath her chest with one hand to massage her breasts. She raised her back to allow me access while her rear end went into overtime, thrusting up to meet my strokes, squeezing my penis tightly as I pulled

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back to extract every juice and sensation. I shuddered suddenly and randomly, squirting hot semen deep into her. I was greeted with a hot wet bath which immersed every surface of my cock and send tremulous nervous quivers to every corner of my body.
	The lady convulsed below me and reached round behind her to embrace me. I nuzzled her neck, and sucked her earlobe, and then began to lick slowly with open lips and probing tongue the length of the back of her shoulder and the backs of her arms. My cock did not slacken and so, still stiff, I began to stroke in and out again quite gently as the glorious sensitive rear beneath me went into action once more. The hot bum cheeks squirmed and pushed to tease me, the pelvis thrust up brazenly into my belly begging me to fuck it deeply. I did, but then I would withdraw to the very wet folds of the entrance and rub my cock along its length. The sounds were plaintive as the fleshy folds weaved and wiggled to catch my cock. I leant over and whispered in her ear, "Hot cunted bitches get their pretty bare bottoms leathered with a sandal."
	The lively hot bitch beneath me reacted like a dog with shotgun pellets up its rear. With surprising speed and strength she wriggled free, rolled me over onto my back, and leapt upon me. She grabbing my cock and stuffed it up her cunt without ceremony before pounding herself up and down with amazing speed. She moaned a cacophony of incoherent sounds and as she bend over me I squeezed her globular tits without mercy. She slowly lost control and collapsed onto me, pulsing up and down on my cock without any loss of speed. As she got closer I pulled her down, reached behind her and began to smack her bottom gently but noisily with my open palms.
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	As she bent to her task, Heather left her bottom high and dry, but her cunt was dripping as I could well see, and aching I was sure. So I helped her out with several fingers, an easy pleasure for me, and some relief for poor Heather who went at her cunt cleaning with renewed vigour. I was stiffening up again, but much as I wanted to shaft Heather, I felt I should keep it in reserve for the lady. I was right. I believe she was in a state of almost continual orgasm for the quietly modulated sounds of her pleasure beneath Heather never ceased. I sat quietly upon a low upholstered, but armless, chair watching the activity on the bed. Perhaps I should have been there stroking a leg or two, but it didn't seem necessary. Eventually, the lady reached down and pulled Heather up until they were face to face, kissing and cuddling. The lady's lean legs were wrapped around Heather, her heels rubbing her bottom. There was some whispering I didn't catch and slowly Heather was released.
	The lovely ruffled blonde remained on the bed, her skin still flushed from the whipping. She looked at me with passionate intensity, her body sprawled brazenly before me, lust oozing out of every pore. She wanted me again. She fixed me with her eyes like a fox trans-

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fixing a rabbit, and slowly eased herself off the bed, keeping her brazen sexuality in my full view. She came and stood over me panting slightly, legs wide apart either side of the chair, and her glistening petalled slit poised above my lap. Her breasts seemed to be swollen with urgency and sprang out more than I remembered. My cock was high and hard as she leant over me and held the high back of the chair so that her hard globes pressed into either side of my face. Very erotic, most sensual, as my lonely pronging cock indicated. I sensed Heather behind me.
	"I want your cock again," it was a low pleasantly demanding contralto which hissed in my ear like a static-ridden radio. "In my cunt, then up my ass. When you've finished go, but leave her."
	Before I could answer she lowered herself onto my cock and began pumping herself up and down using her legs on the floor. I tried to restrain myself, but even so after several minutes of vigorous action, mainly on her part, I was a goner. I was holding her tightly and raking her back, but she made no objections to the affections I bestowed upon the parts of her I could reach, sensitive as they all were. I was feeling rather shattered when I climaxed for the third time, and I felt myself drooping almost as soon as I had withdrawn. I was mindful of the second part of her request. She was ready.
	"Use this."
	She handed me a stiff-soled leather .sandal, and placed herself across my knees, her feet well separated, her roasting rump perfectly placed and her arms stretched out to the floor in front. I revelled in her beauty and celebrated it with the sandal right on the crimson crests of her rear. I wanted two blazing red cheeks to bisect. I held her narrow waist firmly and walloped away, repeatedly, from the top to the undersides. I could hear her loosing her restraint, for her breathing was erratic and muttered imprecations began

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to emerge, more I think at herself in her self-imposed predicament, than at me. I rose again and my cock began to probe her hard tummy, and I felt her hand reaching beneath me to pull upon it. I flung away the spanker and gave her some purely personal and pleasurable spanks with my hand, before indicating she should get on the bed.
	She did, reaching back and pulling her cheeks apart as she lay over the bolster once more. Heather prepared the way with a gob of lotion, and I worked my way into that exquisite bottom with astonishing ease. It must have been used before. I enjoyed the sheer visual beauty of seeing myself slowly disappearing up the anal cleft of the one of the most perfect rears it had ever been my pleasure to touch. Still it was very tight compared to her cunt and I pumped very slowly until we were used to it. Her anal ring squeezed the base of my cock so hard it induced orgasm rather readily, despite my endeavours already that evening, but I had little juice to offer, and my spasms had lost their length and vigour. I promised myself an earlier entry into that delicious bottom should I get the chance again.
	I drooped again as I pulled out, and I left quite drained. As I departed they were both nudely entwined, kissing noisily, and showing their hot little bottoms. I took my equipment and presumed that the lady would run Heather home. I slept like a log, and I even failed to get my usual morning erection.

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CHAPTER #10

Heather and the lady return

	I learnt the next day that Heather stayed the night, and that she had twice spanked the lady with the leather sandal. When Heather found me in the late afternoon she said she was desperate, dragged me out to Jennifer's and virtually raped me. Heather, for all her slender stature and demure looks, was very aggressive and demanding when she was in a rampant mood. In the middle of our tryst she suddenly upped, brought a short strap, and draped herself over my knee. I took the strap to her behind for a good few minutes, finishing the unfinished job from the previous evening. She offered her neat taut rear most provocatively, weaved it up and around like a dancer and she splayed her legs wide to be sure of catching the strap from every angle, even inside her legs. I obliged her. But of course she was even hotter after it than she had been before. When I let her up she sucked my cock noisily and then popped up her rear and `offered' me (quite vulgarly) her bum

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hole to fuck. I greased the aperture and eased my way in, but it seemed not to bother her, and eventually 1 fucked her neat little red hot ass quite vigorously. She squeaked an obligato accompaniment to my endeavours and groaned in ecstasy when I unloaded.
	When she finally calmed down I asked her about the extra spankings.
	"Well, we played with each other for what seemed hours, doing everything you could think of. She was very hot and quite uninhibited. She brought out a huge collection of dildos and we used those too. She would even swallow one while I pumped her pussy with another. She had a strap for one and she put it on and fucked me almost as vigorously as you do. Then I did the same for her."
	"Eventually we broke off to have a bite to eat and a bottle of wine between us. In those quiet moments she told me how grateful she was to both of us, and she was full of praise for you, only regretting now that she had made you go. She couldn't believe the gamut of sensations she had run, for she thought she had known what she was doing when she agreed to arrangement, but she hadn't. Bored out of her mind, she had been after new sensations, but they hadn't been what she expected. She'd been as nervous as a kitten for days, and she had been quivering with self-inflicted terror on the day itself. Our demonstration had made her skin crawl, but at the same time her cunt was positively drooling and she had been quite embarrased when she had stripped for us to find that she was oozing juices down her legs."
	"She liked to be nude for her lovers but our joint critical gaze, assessing, she presumed, her whippability, had made her feel completely naked and by the time I tied her hands to the ceiling she was determined to give us no pleasure, no satisfaction. She might have made a mistake in agreeing to the scene, but she wasn't going to let us know that fact. But neither was she
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going to co-operate. She hadn't the time to work out the consequences or to doubt her ability to resist. Always she had been used to getting her own way, and it didn't occur to her that she would not get it now."
	"Her downfall had been almost immediate-the incremental stages of the whips had `warmed' her up without shocking or brutalizing her. As she resisted them in her mind, her body accepted the sensations, for you could not call it pain any more than you did when you scratched yourself, or smacked a leg to kill a mosquito. She had been horrified when the whip hissed and kissed her pussythat she had not expected, but of course once done the thought of more blows between her legs had occupied her mind completely. She expected to be agonized with harder strokes, but of course she had not been-they had been strokes of surprise, strong sensations, perhaps verging on pain in an abstract sense, but not agony."
	"The stages of the whipping were like a gradually intensifying itch and scratch and as the strokes progressed over her body she could not prevent herself knowing where they were about to fall, and nor could she stop herself proffering flesh to the forthcoming blows. And so it had gone on, she was completely seduced."
	And so Heather retailed the story to me.
	Heather had asked the lady how she felt now, and she had said deliciously warm, cooling down, and remorseful that she had sent the gentleman away.
	Then she taken Heather gently in her arms, caressed her stiff breasts, kissed her nose, and had said in a sweet low voice, "Give me a good hard slippering. Really hard, don't stop until I'm crying tears and wailing. Will you do it," and her voice had risen interrogatively and pleadingly.
	Heather had returned her kisses, stroked her back and bottom, and had said in a firm understanding voice, "I will do it long and hard so it hurts a lot. All over your
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bottom and your thighs until you're weeping like a little girl. What is more I will wet the slipper with juices from your slot as we go along. My Master will wish to see it. Set up the video camera."
"You videoed it?" I asked incredulously.
	"You bet, I was guessing she had one, and she did. It didn't take long to set up. She brought the slipper and kissed it. She gave me a complete body embrace for a minute or two, kissing me vigorously, and rubbing herself all over me like a cat. Look, its all on the video, lets go."
	Heather jumped up and set it running. She snuggled up to me and took my cock in her hand, wanking it gently as I stroked her breasts.
	It was as she had said. The lady was all over Heather, before she placed herself bottom-up over a bolster. Heather kneeled to one side so as to provide a clear view for the video. She dipped the slipper in the lady's slot till the end glistened, and she proceeded to slipper her soundly with hardly a pause. The sobs began to rise against the steady crack of the slipper, which Heather plastered with considerable verve all around that exquisite rear and along the backs of her thighs which she pulled wide to provide full access. From time to time she dipped the slipper into the wet slot between and below those glorious globes and delivered noisy wet cracks on the full crests. Finally she reached for the remains of white wine in a glass beside her. She poured it over the crests of the blazing cheeks and then blasted them until they were dry. The lady gasped at the shock of the cool wine on her burning rear. She shrieked and wailed her echos to the fierce cracks of the slipper but stayed in place until Heather was finished. When she did the lady was heaving with sobs and her rump was a brilliant burning crimson.
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for minutes on end. I switched off the video and ruffled Heather's hair as she sucked me to completion, gobbling up all the last drops, and milking my shaft with her hands to be sure it was all out.
	"Tell me about the second spanking, Heather," I said.
	"Oh, that was in the middle of the night. She didn't ask for it in so many words. I came back from a pee and was tempted by her flaming ass asking for it so to speak. It is so gorgeous I couldn't resist. So I slippered her awake, and then manhandled her with the dildo until she fell asleep again. To tell you the truth I think she thought it was part of her dreams!"
	"Oh, did I tell you she's coming hear tonight for a dose of your cock?" She grinned wickedly.
	"You little vixen. You've helped yourself to cock first, knowing full well I'll have to give it her as well."
	"She wants you to whip me then fuck her."
	"Does she indeed, did you tell her I would?"
	"I said you would have to decide, but you can't altogether blame her. Remember how horny I got after Jennifer and you first did me!"
	I remembered the episode in Skoobs all too well. But I like to think it had toughened up my cock.
	Shortly afterwards the doorbell rang. Heather ran to let the lady in. I brushed my hair with one of Jennifer's brushes. I wanted to look my best, even if my locks were greying and my tummy bulged more than it should. I was still holding the brush when Heather arrived with the lady, as deliciously nude as she had been the evening before. Every bit of the pale skin I could see was streaked with a welter of hot pink whip marks. I took her hand and kissed it. She pulled my mouth and her hand to her own lips and gave me on openmouthed tongue-probing kiss that brooked no inhibitions. I put my arms around her and gently caressed her tender back as we kissed. Perfect breasts pressed into me, nipples iron hard in their amorous greeting. 1

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squeezed her buttocks together and felt her flinch
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	Finally she disengaged, after at least a minute or more of mutual enjoyment.
	She said, "Thank you for the whipping yesterday."
	I replied, "I am glad it gave the pleasure I designed it to give."
	She looked at Heather, "You must whip her for me. Now."
	I said, "She has already been soundly strapped this afternoon, show her Heather."
	Heather turned and bent over, her rose-red wellstrapped rear was evident.
	I added, "She has also had my cock three times, once in each of her openings. In our circles it is considered rude to ask for another to be whipped. It is you who must be corrected, Madam. Please hold the ceiling ring with both hands and do not let go until I tell you. You will taste whip number six for your impertinence. You may refuse, but none of us will meet with you again if you do."
	The lady looked at me with cool penetrating eyes trying to detect a sign of weakness. I returned her stare until she turned, walked over the metal ring and grasped it facing me. I knew she had been testing me again. I adjusted its height so her arms were stretched. I ordered Heather to bring the whips.
	I walked up to her, looked her straight into the eyes, and whipped diagonally across her belly. She reacted with a quick indrawn gasp, for the stroke was a biting one on tender flesh, she had not been warmed up as she had been the previous day, and it was a slightly heavier implement than the last one I had used yesterday. As I worked my way over her I hit hard but not viciously and she retained her composure, with an effort, even as I laid stripes across her breasts and erected nipples, the many thin thongs curling round the full curves and biting into hidden nooks and crannies. I

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worked my way down her hard stomach and onto the fronts of her thighs and the inside of her legs. She was expecting the backhand between her legs and I looked her straight in the eyes as I gave it her, firmly. She rose on her toes, and panted erratically, but she was determined to give no quarter and kept her gaze fixed upon me. I could see her gritting her teeth. I gave her two more to be sure that all the folds of her damp cunt were kissed by wet leather, and to be sure the tiny knotted ends of the thongs nipped the underside of her rump.
I brought a chair and stood upon it before her.
	"You wanted my cock, you may have it. Take me in your mouth and wrap your arms around my rear. You wanted Heather whipped, instead she shall whip you. If I feel your teeth on my cock while she works you over, she will move up a whip and start over, so you had better be careful. The same will happen if I come out of your mouth. If I come in your mouth swallow it. "
	I flung the whip to Heather who waited until I was nicely buried in the lady's mouth. The lady took me in easily enough and seemed not at all unwilling. Her fingers began to caress my ass, safely out of Heather's sight, and a finger began to probe my tight bum hole. I nodded to Heather to begin, and she began to lay crisp overhand strokes across her back. She worked down slowly and methodically from the shoulder to the waist, enjoyed some vigorous slashes across that most perfect and tender of rumps, and then whipped a harder stroke than usual up between her legs. The lady rose on her toes, squirmed her rear end and buried me in her mouth, but her teeth kept clear of the skin, even when Heather tried her sorely with an even harder repeated slash. Her nails dug hard into my ass in response to these strokes. I could see her heated buttocks waving in the mirror and it seemed to me that they thrust out even more after these two strokes as her knees straight-

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ened. Heather struck again, and the lady swallowed me whole, her nails jabbing deep into my ass, but her teeth remained clear. It was alright for Heather to extract subtle feminine revenge by hitting her cunt harder than I would have done, but my ass was being tome to shreds. My eyes drove Heather down onto her legs, and comparative safety for the lady and myself.
	I had not come in the lady's mouth despite Heather's efforts. In part I think this was because the lady was too busy concentrating on preserving her skin from the severity of the seventh whip than in trying to bring me off. Well it served us both well. When Heather had slashed her calves, I called her off, and gently withdrew the lady's head from my eager rod.
	"You have been punished for your brazen demand. However, Heather has a debt to pay as well." Heather handed me the whip with bewilderment in her eyes.
	"Heather, you deliberately came here and had me three times before you mentioned that our guest was arriving in need of my attention, as is only natural after yesterday. Thus you took the cream off my cock, and quite possibly the edge off her enjoyment. I shall need spicing up if I am to serve her in the way she deserves. Hold the rings Heather, with your back to us."
	I sat upon the chair, and turned the lady round to face Heather. I took hold of her by the hips and eased her down until my stiff cock was embedded in her tender wet slot. She needed no encouragement and splayed her legs wide either side of the chair for balance. I reached around her and handed the whip to the lady.
	I nuzzled into the thick blonde hair and whispered, "She is all yours. Thrash her as long and hard as you wish. She's a cock stealer, and it isn't the first time she has helped herself without consideration for me."
	Although she was sitting down, the lady packed power in her right arm, I presume from many hours of tennis. The whip was long enough to reach most of
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Heather's back and legs, but her rump, piping hot from my recent strapping, was the prime target. I hoped the lady had a vicious backhand. I didn't watch all of it for I was intent on enjoying the delicate flesh of the neck and shoulders before me. I heard Heather's gasps, and I felt the reaction from some the blows as the lady's cunt pumped up and down upon my cock. I stroked blindly the inside of her thighs, massaging them upwards towards her cunt. I could feel that that excited her for she rose and fell upon my rigid pole like an ocean swell, and her blows at Heather became more erratic. I left a hand to stroke her cuntlips as they grasped and greased my slithering cock. The other hand I used to tease her recently whip-kissed breasts and their stiff probing nipples. This drove her to distraction, and she mashed her hips down onto my cock trying to find more of it.
	I murmured in her ear, "Slash her cunt, then I'll give you a proper banging on the bed."
	Heather shrieked as a vicious backhand caught her. I took hold of both of the lady's tits and squeezed, trapping the hard nipples between my fingers. Heather shrieked twice more.
	"On the bed, bitch."
	The lady tore herself off me, flung herself on the bed and sprawled on her back. I fell upon her, plunged in, took a hold of her ass, a sore juicy cheek in each hand and pumped her with long pounding strokes for five exquisite minutes. Not a sensible word left her lips the whole time. You could say that she whimpered with pleasure.
	I felt myself coming and clamped myself around her. I held her arse tightly with one hand as my spunk spurted into her. The fingers of my free hand raked her whipped body unmercifully. She howled, squealed and groaned and soaked my cock with a tribute so hot it felt like a private whirlpool bath. We lay tightly wrapped, and I saw Heather gently grinning on the

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other side of the bed with hand up her own cunt. I slowly slackened within the lady's cunt, but she did not let me out, and we stroked each other for long minutes.
	Eventually she said, "I've had sensations in the last twenty four hours like nothing I've ever known."
	I said, "Let Heather lick your cunt clean. When I'm ready again I'm going in here." I buried a finger up to the second knuckle in her bum hole.
	"Good, I like it there, I want you to fuck it hard." She whispered, and her anus clamped my finger in welcome.
	I got off her and motioned in Heather. She knew what to do and did it. I went to pour some wine and to find something for all of us to eat.
	We ate, drank and talked. Eventually I told Heather to leave, for it was only fair the lady should have me tonight. When I heard the car drive off I turned to the lady and said, "What is your name? Jennifer never told me. "
	"I never told Jennifer." She paused. "Call me Mysterique, my real name is nothing special."
	We were lying close together, our limbs entwined, and she was pulling gently on my half turgid cock while I fondled and teased her breasts. Occasionally we nuzzled and kissed-mouths and noses, ears and cheeks, nipples and chests. I said, "Tell me, Mysterique, was Jennifer's arrangement to your satisfaction?"
	"Completely, and then some, but its hard to say what I expected. That story of yours had me dripping all over, I was almost disgusted with myself, but I never imagined, even so, that someone could do that to me. I mean, I didn't imagine I could survive it. Not without screaming blue murder and demanding that you stop. Even when I saw Jennifer's marks, and heard her story. I still thought she was different, specially tough, something like that."
	"But you agreed to it."
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lovers do is fuck me. They love my body, but they can't think of anything else to do but fuck it. Some won't even lick my cunt. Most want to shove it up my bum for me-you noticed that that was no problem for me-but that is the height of their imagination, and they suppose no else has ever thought of it."
"Where you nervous beforehand?" I enquired.
	"Oh God, yes. I was quaking for days. And that demonstration scared the hell out of me. The shock of seeing Heather nude all of a sudden. The marks on her skin as you whipped her, and then the noise of the strap and the cane. But as you saw when I was stripped, it excited me dreadfully." She paused, lowered her voice as if we we were being overheard, and looked me in the eye. "I want to bamboo her bottom myself. I will be quite merciless."
	In reply I pressed my mouth to fiercely hers. At the same time I pressed my hand down her belly, over her full, bare mons veneris, and down into her slot. I pumped her hard and she responded like the luscious horny slut she was. I left my hand pumping inside her and released my mouth.
	"Perhaps you will cane her, or someone else, in due course. Anyway I let you whip her just now. But now you must tell me about your own whipping." I masturbated her gently, letting my thumb tease her erect clitoris.
	"It seems silly to say so but it was wonderful! Being tied up I was quite helpless and my mind was soon seduced. There was little pain at the beginning during the three whips, just sharp sensations I could easily bear. Later, when you strapped me, the pain seemed quite natural, a part of what I was experiencing, nothing unusual, although I could feel it well enough and it hurt me quite a bit, in retrospect. When you caned me it was agony for a few seconds, it coursed right through me then settled like a line of fire on my bum. I almost knew where each next stroke was coming, and again it

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seems silly to say it, but I actually wanted you to cane me. It seemed odd when it stopped, I wanted more, and harder. I wanted an orgasm from the cane."
	It was her turn to kiss me passionately at the same time squeezing and pumping my cock as hard as she could. I fondled her tender, perfect bottom. I felt a crisis coming from the vigour of her attentions.
	"Swallow my come." I croaked it out.
	She slipped down and popped me in her mouth. She matched sucking to hand motions and within a minute or two I stiffened, quivered and shook, and I tingled at all my extremities. She tidied up the stray drops and then restored herself to where she had been cuddling before.
	I told her in a quiet voice, "You have just drained me. We will have start all over again."
	She grinned and stroked my thighs and grazed the half stiff sausage of my cock with her nails.
	I said, "However, your wish can come true tonight."
	"Which wish?" She looked surprised.
	I stroked her breasts, rubbed stiff nipples with my thumb, and I chanced my arm. She was a surprising woman. How surprising, I wondered? "You wanted more of the cane, and harder. You wanted to be caned to orgasm. You just said so. You wanted it last night and were denied. I'll give it you tonight. And it will harden me up for your bottom, you'll like that too."
	She reached for her wine and drank half a glass slowly, glancing from our naked limbs to my eyes and back again to my cock.
	"You are a very hard and cruel man." She hadn't refused the offer, yet. She was considering it, testing me, as she had before.
	"I'd be cruel if I made you do it. Perhaps I was cruel last night, for stopping when I did. I knew you wanted more. I could see it from the way you put your rear up each time, high and tight. But I wanted you to get relief from my cock, not the cane."

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	"I'm still very tender, the stripes are sore, and that bitch Heather made it worse." She was looking for excuses, a good sign.
	"Turn over, let me look." She rolled onto her tummy and I bent over her perfectly delectable derriere. Perfect, firm globes, provocatively rounded, a rosy glow decorated with dull whip marks, and striped with six neat cane prints from last night. I pulled her legs together and knelt over her, knees either side of her thighs. I began to massage those perfect posteriors, using my fingers and thumbs on sensitive nodes to induce a masturbatory pelvic motion. It wasn't hard, and although she flinched at first on account of their tenderness, I soon had her flexing gently in front of me.
	I stopped and let my tummy rest on her gently pulsing bottom. My mouth reached her ear and said, "It seems in perfect working order to me."
	"You bastard. You just want to thrash my ass again." She was trying to blame me, but she was pumping her rump harder beneath me.
	"Yes, I do. Its a tribute to your perfection. But I won't do it unless you ask me."
	"I don't think I could bear it again, not so soon. It will hurt much more than last night, I know it."
	"Last night was an experience, not a challenge. Tonight is a challenge, it will hurt, there will be clear pain until you come. Afterwards it will be at one with the pleasure. Decide for yourself, a real challenge, a boring lover, or a grey area in between." I whispered hoarsely in her ear as she flexed sexually beneath me. She spoke almost primly aloud, but her bum spoke lasciviously, it was on a roll.
	There was a long delay while she considered this.
	"You will stop when I come?" She was exploring the parameters again.
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replying, and contracted her bum twice very tightly but in a very unhurried fashion.
	"No. If I agree to it I will control my own submission. "
	As I leant over her my cock was stiffening again and it pressed on the wet open cleft at the base of her juicy globes. The talk of beating her, and the attraction of her rump on its own merits were erecting me. She pushed back a fraction harder and lodged the hood of my cock in the entrance of her pussy. I could not resist and shafted myself to the hilt.
	She said, "You are an easy con. Pump away until you've given me a little squirting, and you've had your thrill." I began to oblige myself. She continued, "And when you've quite finished you can bring that whippy bamboo, the thinnest one, and we'll see if you can get us both some real satisfaction." She jabbed her ass into my belly to emphasize her point and started to milk my cock with power and vigour. She was serious, she was going to milk me dry before I got to that bamboo, and she seemed just as intent on draining her own juices too. We were both excited by her submission. I let her spread her legs, and she wrapped her calves back over my thighs as I pumped her hard and deep, withdrawing each time to the wet folds at the opening before driving as deeply as I could. She matched my rhythm perfectly with her own upward pelvic thrusts as I impaled her. As well as I could, given our heaving motion, I gasped filth into her ear. As well as I could tell she loved it. That slopply-slotted cunt lapped up stiff cocks like the proverbial bitch in heat. When I mentioned the bareassed thrashing she was going to get next with a whippy fire-kissing bamboo on skin already tenderized by a day's beating she went absolutely wild beneath me. So wild I had to stop tweaking her nipples and grasp the front of her cunt with both hands just to maintain my position.
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ten minutes to calm down after I shot my load and she squealed like a stuck pig. It sounds odd, but that is how it sounded. She was silent. I mouthed and kissed her shoulders, arms and back, and stroked her belly and breasts. We both knew what was coming. I slipped out of her eventually, slack and glistening.
	She turned her head to look at me. She smiled very, very slightly with the ends of her mouth and said, "Bring the bamboo, you must begin to cane me. Beat me, anywhere, until I come and you can put your cock up my bottom." We both knew it could be a long session, and painful.
	I rose, a little nervously, and went to bring the thinnest bamboo in Jennifer's redoubtable box. It was very flexible and swished loudly when I tried trial strokes. She had made herself ready for me. She was on her back, bend double and holding her ankles with her arms. Her rear was taut, and a glowing rose from earlier sessions, already marked with dull red lines from yesterday's cane. Her posture presented the backs of her thighs and the slightly bulging muscles and flesh as they merged with her tightly bent rear end hardly seemed to protect the fleshy folds of her pussy from which I had so recently withdrawn.
	My cock drooped with no hint of interest. I raised the cane and swished crisply the twin crests of her perfectly poised rear. She drew breath sharply between her teeth, and then blew it out. I repeated the stroke harder, half an inch lower with a similar result. I kept caning her, laying wickedly burning stripes across her bottom as I slowly approached the crease at the base of her bum. Several strokes re-inflamed yesterday's marks, and she gasped and blew more loudly, at the same time hugging her ankles more tightly and rocking a little from side to side as if to waft cool air across her burnished bottom.
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I laid the cane along the shining wet folds and wetted the lowest foot of the cane. Swish, crack, swish, thwack. Two yelps as I caned the length of her legs. I re-wetted my cane and flashed it twice more, this time nearer the cunt. Two muted involuntary howls, much loud puffing, and a strongly rocking target. I rewet the cane, move to the side, and let it fall with fierce vigour across the flesh of her cheeks protecting her cunt. Not protecting enough, the flexible cane sinks into the centre and kisses the tender folds. A fierce shriek of anguish. Swish, another shout. I move between her legs again and rewet. I let the cane fall along the slot, not hard, just with its own weight and my gentle guidance from two feet up. A muffled gasp, and then two more at short intervals.
	"Bring the legs down." She obeys. I move to the side and cane the delicate muscular rise on the tops of her thighs. Ten crisp strokes, and her legs flex up and down to relieve the pain.
	"Spread wide, draw up your knees." She does it. I catch the inside of her legs slant wise with quick fast stinging slashes, timing my strokes to catch her legs wide, for she is flexing and rocking, and I can see she is coming. I have risen in salute. I wet the cane throughly along her juicing cunt.
	"Turn over, lie flat, spread wide." She lies face down spreadeagled, but with nothing beneath her rump to raise it for me. It lies there, sore, red-raw, angry but plumply provocative. She is close, and I want her to be ready for me. To the side. Swish, crack, moan, swish, crack, moan. A steady beat. She is almost there. The breathing is erratic, the heaving is spasmodic. Three fast flashes at the tender base. She arrives. The noise is unearthly, her hands are beneath her deep inside herself. I am a bone hard bastard. I kneel across her, find the small aperture and push. It goes in easily, as it did last time. I am so close I almost come as I arrive at the base, hotly and tightly grasped. I tell her

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as I fuck her tight hot ass hole, "The bastardly beast has beaten and buggered the beautiful bitch." Our fingers entwine as both our hands disappear up her cunt. My belly bulging against her bum must be paining her, no wonder she contracts her ass and squeezes my cock so tightly I explode within her.
	Eventually I pull out. She washes my still stiff cock with cold water, quite a shock, and mounts me. I like the look of her, neat breasts abnormally fulsome from the pull of gravity, her blonde hair tumbling down around her shoulders. Her eyes bore into me and she comes for a kiss-wet and tongue entwining. My hands find her tits and knead them, I stroke her elegant but invisible back.
	She says to me, "The bastard caned my cunt."
	I said, "He had no choice, it was brazenly displayed, and got in the way. She is a beautiful bitch. Quite beyond compare." Her pelvic cradle entertained itself on my cock, pulling up to the very tip and then rocketing down to the base again, time and time again.
	She said, "He caned me with my own pussy juice."
	I said, "He had to, a wet cane is the only way to tame a cock-hungry ass. He would do it again." I kissed her nose and rubbed taut, rough nipples with careless thumbs. She pumped happily and let her juices run down over me.
	I said, "I think the bastard really hurt that bitch's taut ass."
	She said. "The bugger gave the bitch clean, pure pain, I'm sure of it. The bitch's bum is blazing now." I was enjoying this third party dialogue, but I did think that if she wasn't sure, nobody was! Meanwhile she groaning happily from her gyrations using my cock as a fixed point. I had a final offer to make, for it was high time to put her cunt to lingual tests. I hadn't yet had the joy of tasting it and it had an elegance to match the rest of its environs.
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wondered if she had any limits, and thought that this might reveal them. Besides I wanted to thrill her.
	She said, "This hot bitch will go for anything right now. "
	I said, "I'll lash your insatiable pussy, with either the number one whip, or my tongue. As long as you like, and the choice is yours."
	She leant forward and nearly smothered me. Her whole body was massaging me. The sudden change of position brought me off in her cunt, and she noticed, "The dirty bastard is .squirting come in the greedy bitch's cunt. The greedy bitch wants both-the whip and the tongue." And she was as good as her word. She brought the tiny whip, and offered herself just as she had to be caned. I took it and began to deliver quick little cracks with the tiny knotted thongs. I worked back and forth from the inside of her legs to the gaping wet slot. Crisp stinging cuts, cunt-wetted thongs nipped at tender skin. I made sure the pale shaven plump mound above was kissed with miniature lines of fire, a tracery of hot pink threads. Mysterique squealed quietly and regularly, spread her legs wide and offered her terribly tempting target to the searching whip. I treated her thus for five minutes or more, sometimes flicking a backhand to flagellate the curves heading to her burning bottom.
	Quite suddenly she called out in a raspy voice, "Tongue me. "
	I plunged in, for the target has been pinkly erect for the whole time I had been whipping her. I buried it in my mouth and teased it with my teeth. The effect was galvanatic, her legs clamped my head, her hands held my hair, and she rammed her whole damp being into my face. I wouldn't let go of her clit and chewed on it fast and furiously. I managed to reach round her hips and grasp her buttocks. I could go at her now from three directions, and she simply could not resist. Unrepeatable sounds and unmentionable words followed.
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She thrashed on the bed like a fish out of water. Suddenly she let go of me, slid down the bed and popped me in her mouth. I squirted weakly but pleasure flooded through me nevertheless.
	I pulled her up alongside me. I even pulled a sheet over us. We wrapped around each other, squirmed gently, said nothing, and were soon asleep. Before I dropped off I marvelled at her agressive masochism and fell asleep counting to myself the separate beatings she had deliberately endured. In the sleeping dark of midnight we were not disturbed as quiet footsteps entered the house, shone flashlights inquisitively on lust-twisted torsos and a crimson well-whipped and whealed bottom, and retired.

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CHAPTER #11

When will it ever end?

I was awakened, or rather I was made conscious in the night by the lascivious activities of Mysterique whose hand and tongue stiffened me. Before I knew it she squirmed a sloppy, pussy over and onto my tender cock. I flinched as she pressed herself upon me, so tender was the bright pink hood of my valiant tool. Once ensconced I was grateful that she did the work. I reached for her bum to aid us both, and the rough, lightly welted skin of her much-attended rear was easily stimulated. She squealed quietly from the echoing pain of her canings as I pressed and stroked it, and quite quickly she flooded me with a hot sticky welcome. I could feel it oozing out to the base of my cock, but I was too tender to withdraw, and too sleepy to even consider it. Still she pulsed upon me but I fell asleep dreaming of an endless fuck with a fallen angel of exquisite beauty. I was happy.
It happened again the next time I was conscious, only this time we were spooned, her hot rump-and I could
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feel the blazing heat it still possesed-pressed into my groin. We must have slipped apart when I was sleeping. She reached a hand up between her legs and squeezed the base of my cock. When she had it ready she managed to effect a rear entry, always a favourite position of mine, and flung a lean leg back over mine to ensure easy access. I rubbed and squeezed her taut tits and whispered in her ear that if she didn't calm her cunt down soon I'd take a heavy five inch wide strap to her lascivious little ass. I pushed against the same little ass to re-awaken its sensitivity and I was soon flooded once more. She was streaming so much pussy juice that I was reminded of when I had a nose cold that wouldn't stop streaming. But to be honest it was more like a private whirlpool, for her juices did bathe and restore my cock, provided I left it inside her. Still she pulsed back upon me and complained she was horny. She spreadeagled as I climbed ontop of her and flexed her rump to meet my gentle, tired, strokes. Her pale beautiful, body was flooded with moonlight. The once-red whip marks and cane weals were grayed out and seemed like the shadows of praire grass stalks mutely following the sensuous curves of her body. I halfexpected the shadows to move as the grass moved, or as she undulated in sleepy pleasure beneath me. They didn't, for she had been whipped and caned, and those tortured nerves inflamed her voracious pussy with fires my cock was trying to quench. I wrapped my arms tightly around her waist and breasts, and she squirmed to let me do so. Never had I been able to take such intimate liberties with such perfectly beautiful person. I pressed hard to flatten her hot, sore rump against my belly, squeezed a nipple, pressed her pussy pad up towards me and bit the soft flesh at the back of her shoulder. She convulsed within my grip, and did so for every nip and every cock stab I gave her. It seemed to satisfy her.
I fell asleep again still buried deeply from the rear.
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I was so tired now that I seemed to be drugged even when I was awakened, and I have no clear recollection of the rest of the night. I woke, I slept, and parts of my body were handled and used, or so it seemed. I let them have me, whoever they were, cock and balls, arms and legs. It was a dream in which several naked women were using me, all of them playing with me at once, each with a separate limb. I could feel all of them at once, and yet I could enjoy what each was doing to me in her own right. It was multiple pleasure multiplied, but I could not quite see who it was who was playing with me.
	My cock seemed to go on snakelike explorations of its own, entering a tight bottom and worming out of a cunt, only to sink directly into another. It seemed to me that I went up a wet vaginal passage, turned somersault and exited through soft lips, the sharp enamel of teeth, and so to the rasping of a long tongue which seemed able to wrap itself around my cock several times, before probing each testicle separately. I began to wonder if I was separate from my cock, and even which was which, me or my cock so to speak. Meanwhile and simultaneously, and perfectly aware of the fact, my tongue and lips grazed on tender thigh flesh, baby smooth bottoms, on the glowing cane-welted flesh of a strapped rear, and then on to several stiffly-erected clitorises all in a row, hot pink with pointed perky excitement as they peered out in search of gratuitous suction. I nipped each in turn, and it seemed to me they squealed like shy little girls, kissed by their favourite bully. And they came back for more, nervy and quaking with anticipation. It was naughty wasn't it? I nipped them all again and dared them to stay still while I kissed them, and spanked their tight little girlish bums. And they did. Each poked her taut bottom at me, had a crisp hand spanking, and offered her cheeky little clitoris to my tongue again.
	I licked my way all the way up the back of along
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lean leg, over the rising, flexing, muscle-rippled flesh of an excited bottom quivering like a wetlands after an earthquake, down into the firm territory in the small of the back and then tongueing vertebrae by vertebrae to the nape of the neck where my teeth sank gently into the flesh at the side of the neck. I chewed my way along the neck and out on the perfectly rounded shoulder-satin bare flesh, taut and sweet. My tongue plunged into the cleft between the back of the arm and side of the back, there was a tiny gap and my tongue pretended it was a pussy. I sucked in the skin at the back of the arm and bruised it. Both my hands had hold of a pussy, and my thumbs were buried in bottoms. I wondered if God chose to live in an earthquake zone, for although this was heaven, the ground did not stay still.
	I don't know if I became conscious, or whether I just seemed to wake up. At least, as I seemed to wake up I found myself curiously immobile. Nothing seemed to move apart from my cock which was buried in a pussy which appeared to have an intimate acquaintance with my cock. I felt warmth in my groin, on my thighs and against my belly, and a soft tightness around the end of each limb. It was for all the world as though I was tied on top of one of my naked charges with my pronging great dong deep inside her cunt from the rear. And insofar as I was ever sure I was awake that is exactly how it was. Tights bound my ankles to those of my `victim'-but who was the victim? Her legs bend back on top of mine, and my wrists were similarly bound to hers. A strap seemed to bisect my bum and bind my waist to hers
	A voice just like Jennifer's whispered in my ear, and perforce the lady beneath me must hear too, "The bitch needs spunking again Keith, every hour on the hour, and you are getting just a little tired. You musn't fail in your last duty so Mum and I will liven you up."
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on my bum, not quite at the same time. But I wasn't one to complain, they had their timing perfectly after the first two strokes and I convulsed with frantic thrusts, driving my cock into Mysterique. The twin fires on my rear, re-ignited every few seconds, drove a frenzied fuck deep into Mysterique and my only consolation was that my belly massaged her sore ass with every stroke, but it was hard to tell which squeal, squeak, gasp and shout belonged to which excited part of her anatomy. I decided to thrill her again, so I panted as well as I could between my own vocal reactions to my double spanking "You cock hungry little masochist, next time I have your delicious pristine derriere beneath my whip I shall have it plugged up with a wooden model of my cock before I begin, then you can enjoy both at once."
	She went wild at that, and I was only sorry I couldn't manhandle her tits. Her cunt exploded, another whirlpool bath around my deeply-embedded cock, and she rocked so wildly I took advantage and rolled us right over. She was presented, arched up over my body, her lean come-soaked legs splayed wide and held down by my legs, her shaven mound glistening and her cunt lewdly distended round my cock.
	Jennifer and her Mother never missed a beat. They took their leather sandals to her tempting lean muscular thighs. They beat the tops and the insides, and they worked their way in tandem towards her cunt. The strokes stung more on the damp flesh. They beat her belly, and they alternated strokes on the plumply offered rnons veneris. All the time I pumped her from below, greatly excited by her brazen position, and my ability to keep her in it. Her head was flung back alongside mine, so I told she was lucky they didn't take the whip to her, should I suggest it to them, and she was even luckier to have a nice big cock buried inside her all the time to comfort her. But Jennifer read my thoughts. She found the number one whip, discarded from the night before, and took it to the conjugal pair
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the wetly meshed cock and cunt. I rose to new levels of agony and ecstasy as the wet whip thongs curled round my cock. I jammed into Mysterique and arched her high in the air. Jennifer with great skill flicked and nipped the whip both sides of her cunt, and then wrapped it around both of us as I emerged on the rebound. As the whip kissed my stiff and tender cock every nerve ending in my body exploded.
	My deep groan triggered Mysterique and we climaxed together with a babble of unspeakable sounds as my orgasm seemed to shriek through every sinew of my body and hers. We shuddered and shook chaotically, Mysterique stayed high, arched and perfectly displayed. Jennifer flung away her whip and her tongue joined our conjugal flush and lapped up the juices. I found my limbs unbound. I cupped and fondled Mysterique's breasts and stroked her face as we both enjoyed Jennifer's ministrations at the other end. I kept quiet, for from experience I was beginning to realise that any suggestion, even in fun, that I would spank, strap, whip or cane her again seemed to be taken up with alacrity. On top of that I didn't think my cock would recover for a week.
	I was saved by Jennifer's mother who made breakfast, and eventually broke the spell. For once, circumstance and sheer exhaustion saved me from any chance that I would have to service Jennifer's mother before I left.
	I took my coffee and toast to the pool patio. It was still early, but pleasantly warm. Jennifer joined me. I gave her an exhausted look and said, "I wasn't expecting you back so soon."
	"So we gathered. Don't worry its no problem, I'm glad you used the place."
	I said, "Don't expect anything from me, Mysterique is insatiable, I shall have to sleep for a week."
	"Mysterique? Oh, you mean Mary! I thought she
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might be a handful, but I thought I'd leave you to find that out for yourself. "
"You rotter, you deserve a spanking for that!"
	"I shall look forward to it." She pulled her long tongue at me. "But I can see it would be useless now. Why! We even had to give you a warming over so you could finish off Mary, the poor little dear. Turn over and let me look." I did so carefully, and I handed my cock into a safe position beneath me.
	"Oh! You are a nice bright pink. Still we got the job done and I don't think it will show by tomorrow. How does it feel?"
	"Nice and warm," I told her truthfully, "but I'm keeping it out of the sun!"
	"I'll kiss it better for you." She was as good as her word. She bent to her task with warm wet open lips and stroked my legs with her hands. The inevitable happened beneath.
	"Jennifer, be careful, do you know what you are doing to me?"
	"I can guess, even though I can't see. Relax and just enjoy it, just because a girl has her hand on your bum there is no need to think that you must rise to the occasion. "
	So I tried to relax while Jennifer gave a brief account of her trip. Now she just stroked my back, bum and legs. My conciousness came and went in the warm morning sun and in any case I wasn't paying that much attention to the family details, the endless trips to the lawyers, and the disposition of the will until she said, "So you see I'm a rich little bitch who can indulge her cunt to her cunt's content."
	Having missed all the details, I concentrated on the essentials.
	"So how do you to propose to do that?"
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you might say. You'll love them, and you will be the cock of honour! We'll have it over an entire holiday weekend. "
	I groaned. "Jennifer! Mary and Heather between them nearly killed me in the last thirty six hours. And there are Lisa and Jane besides, not to mention you and your mother." I was virtually weeping.
	"Jennifer, I can't cope with you all as it is, more would be worse! How many more have you seduced for god's sake."
	"Only four, five maybe. Oh, don't worry, I've found some strong young cocks who need training to service. I've tried them out. They can do the job, but they don't have your patience and finesse. But I have two gorgeous new girls for you, for all of us!"
	I moaned again, `Jennifer, no please, my cock is coming up. Don't tell me. . . ."
	But she told me anyway.
	"Our family has had some cross-cultural marriages. Actually I never knew about them, but the upshot is I have a delicious oriental cousin. Her exact ancestry is not known for she was an orphan and part of our family adopted her. She married young, lost her husband in accident very soon afterwards, but has not remarried. I put some numbers together.." "And got sixty nine?" I interrupted. "Ouch!" Jennifer smacked my bottom twice for the gratuitous wisecrack.
	"Still, you are right. It didn't take long for me to get her interested, and we had some extremely engaging times. She now sports ten thin red stripes on her tiny round rump. Its a sweet little bottom. She is very submissive, does everything I tell her." My prick was aching and straining against the mattress and the pain was almost more than I could bear.
	"Jennifer, I need an ice bath on my cock . . . . . I'm serious," I moaned plaintively and turned on my side to relieve the pressure, but she paid no attention.
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Caribbean and utterly devastating. I can't keep my hands and tongue off her and she doesn't try to stop my attentions. in fact she encourages them and she made . . . . ." Jennifer's voice tailed away in my unconsciousness. The physical pressures of the last two days was too much for my tired old system. I drifted into sleep as Jennifer expiated on the voluptuous dark delights of Delilah and rubbed my bottom gently with her slim fingers.

	"Wake up you old fool! Nothing's wrong, you've had a nightmare." A familiar voice in my ear, my body being shaken.
	"I can't, I'm too tired, I'm too old, I've nothing left, it'll kill me, really it will. Don't make me do it!" I pleaded with all my heart, even though I was still half asleep. Jennifer had lulled me off to sleep and now she was demanding action, and I couldn't perform any more-least not without more rest. It was all my own fault for chasing so many young women.
	"If you feel that bad, you'd better go down t-) the doctor instead," the voice was low, gentle and sympathetic, "but if you don't get up now you'll not make your 8.30 lecture."
	Slowly the dim light of dawn, and the other dim light which was awakening in my old tired brain, began to re-orient me.
	"Tell you what," the gentle voice continued. "I don't feel too bad today, I'll run you up there instead."
	The dismal truth dawned just as the figure leaning over me saw something.
	"What's that doing up like that, no wonder you're tired. For god's sake don't dribble on the bed, I've just changed the sheets. Put this under it. I'll put the kettle on."
	A towel was passed over, left over from the usual twice-weekly nightly natural hair drying. It was too late to explain about diurnal hormone balances, she'd got up and gone. I tried to fall asleep again but it was no

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