by Robin Bond
“Oh,” said Miss Jones in surprise.
“Good,” said Miss Brigstone. “Again.”
Cordelia slapped Miss Jones’s breasts, first one then the other, over and over, a dozen times. She could see her breasts were getting red.
“Harder,” said Miss Brigstone.
Cordelia did her best and made Miss Jones squeal.
“Good,” said Miss Brigstone again. “What else would you like to do?”
A fierce desire now possessed Cordelia, like something she had never known before. She put a hand between Miss Jones’s legs, gripped her over her shorts and squeezed as hard as she could. Miss Jones cried out and tried to get away, but she was still held from behind by Miss Brigstone, and Cordelia was not about to let go.
“I think I’ve been too soft on this little cunt,” Miss Brigstone said. “Let’s give her a real working over.”
She grabbed Miss Jones by the hair again and marched her upstairs. Cordelia followed as they entered a large bedroom. Miss Brigstone pushed Miss Jones onto the bed. “Take her shorts off while I find something to spank her with,” she said.
Cordelia quickly unzipped Miss Jones’s shorts and pulled them down. Miss Jones wore no knickers. Cordelia noticed that Miss Jones had her cunt shaved, just like the girls in the Circle. Did this indicate an inferior status? That seemed likely. Cordelia pulled the shorts right off over Miss Jones’s ankles and turned her over. It was a pretty little bottom, Cordelia thought. She’d never done a spanking before. It might be fun.
Miss Brigstone came back with some leather cuffs for wrists and ankles. Cordelia helped put them on, clipping the wrists together and then the ankles. Miss Jones looked a little nervous, she thought, once the cuffs had secured both her hands and feet. Miss Brigstone had also brought a flogger, a soft one made of deerskin. Cordelia had experienced such a thing herself; it didn’t really hurt much unless you used it with full force.
“I’ll hold her down and you whip her ass,” said Miss Brigstone, getting a good grip on her wrists. “If she wriggles, do it harder.”
Cordelia measured the distance, trailed the flogger briefly over Miss Jones’s ass then whipped it. The flogger made a nice loud crack. Miss Jones gasped. Cordelia hit her again. This time there was no sound from Miss Jones. Cordelia decided she needed to go harder. She put a good deal of force into the next stroke and was rewarded by hearing a sharp intake of breath from Miss Jones. Already there was a faint flush on her bottom.
“A little harder,” said Miss Brigstone. Cordelia brought the flogger down with a sharp snap. Miss Jones squealed and moved a little.
“Keep still,” Miss Brigtone said sharply.
Cordelia hit her again, and again, and again. Then she tried to hit her as hard as she could. Miss Jones gave a cry of pain. Cordelia could see her bottom quivering.
“Time for something a little more forceful,” Miss Brigstone said. She fetched a heavy leather strap, narrowed to a handle at one end. Cordelia took it, feeling its weight. She stood over Miss Jones, raised her arm and brought the strap down full across both cheeks of her ass. Miss Jones wailed.
“Take no notice,” said Miss Brigstone. “She always makes a lot of noise. If it gets too bad we’ll gag her.”
Cordelia hit her another blow. Already new marks could be seen, laid over those made by the flogger. They were broader and a darker pink. Aiming for the centre of Miss Jones’s bottom. Cordelia laid another stroke on top of those already delivered. Warming to her task, she made the next one harder.
“Good,” said Miss Brigstone as Miss Jones let out a cry.
Cordelia began to use the strap harder and harder. Miss Jones began to struggle against her bonds, but Miss Brigstone held her firmly on the bed. Her bottom was now crossed with many marks, and becoming dark red.
“I don’t usually stop until it’s purple,” said Miss Brigstone. “I like the bruises to last at least a week.”
Cordelia raised her arm to its fullest extent and brought the strap down with a vicious blow. Miss Jones screamed. In response, Cordelia hit her again. Her blood was up now; she would never have believed that beating another girl would excite her so much. She knew she was getting wet between her legs. She hoped it didn’t show.
“Time for the paddle,” said Miss Brigstone. She got a smooth wooden paddle and gave it to Cordelia. “You can do some serious damage with this, believe me,” she said. Cordelia saw her eyes were shining with excitement.
The paddle was heavy but it had a nice balance in the hand. Cordelia tried a light swat first. Even that made Miss Jones gasp. The next blow, not full force but firm, elicited a loud cry of pain.
“Now we’re getting through to her” said Miss Brigstone. “She’ll remember this for a while.”
Cordelia hit her a little harder. Miss Jones’s body shook and she made a loud moan. Cordelia kept it up with the paddle, hoping they would not have to stop yet. She saw how under the continuous strokes of the paddle Miss Jones’s ass was turning colour, dark red, even purple, but at the centre of each buttock there was a lighter patch, almost white. Cordelia wondered about that. Was the sheer weight of the paddle forcing the blood away? She must ask Miss Bridget, the fount of all knowledge on matters sexual.
Miss Brigstone made one more visit to the drawer where she kept her equipment and returned with a thin, whippy cane.
“I regard the cane as the essential finish for any thorough beating,” she said. “Its marks are elegant and its sting is unparalleled.”
Cordelia took the cane and swished it around. She liked the noise it made; it threatened pain. She measured the distance carefully and slashed the cane full across Miss Jones’s rump. A scream followed.
“Ignore her,” said Miss Brigstone. “We’re nearly finished now so it’s not worth gagging her.”
Cordelia delivered twelve strokes of the cane, each carefully measured, each of equal and telling force. Then Miss Brigstone indicated to set the cane down. Each separate stroke of the cane was firmly marked upon the delicate skin of Miss Jones’s ass. Miss Jones was quietly weeping. Miss Brigstone held her and gently stroked her hair and kissed her. Cordelia was moved by this display of tenderness and emotion after the cruelty.
Miss Brigstone got to her feet and began to take off her clothes. Cordelia watched Miss Brigstone get naked. She had a long, lean body; it looked like she worked out, and there was not an ounce of spare flesh. But Cordelia noticed that Miss Brigstone had a luxuriant bush, one of the most impressive she had seen. Obviously, here it was just like it was at St Swithin’s; the ones with power kept themselves natural, those without had their status marked.
“Come here,” said Miss Brigstone to Cordelia. Cordelia went over to her. Miss Brigstone put her hands on Cordelia’s breasts and squeezed them. Then she put a hand down between Cordelia’s legs. Cordelia blushed, knowing what she would find. Miss Brigstone smiled. “So, you enjoyed that a lot, it seems.”
“Yes, Miss Brigstone,” said Cordelia.
Miss Brigstone put her hand to her nose and sniffed, then licked her fingers. “I’m going to fuck that juicy little cunt of yours,” she said. “Very hard.”
She went back to the drawer where she kept her things and pulled out a harness and a large dildo to fit in it. Cordelia watched with a mixture of lust and apprehension. The dildo was not especially long, six inches perhaps, but it was thick, thicker than anything she had seen. It would certainly stretch her. Would it hurt too?
“Get on the bed, kneeling on all fours,” she ordered Cordelia. Cordelia did as she was told. Miss Brigstone undid the buckles on Miss Jones’s wrists and ankles and addressed her. “You little slut, lie underneath Cordelia so that your mouth is resting just by her clit. While I fuck her you are going to lick her. If you don’t manage to give her an orgasm before I leave off fucking her, you’ll be whipped again, this time by me. And you know what that means.”
Miss Jones looked genuinely scared and scrambled to lie under Cordelia. Miss Brigstone took up her position, k
neeling behind Cordelia, who felt the dildo nuzzle up against her. Miss Brigstone moved it around a little, then thrust in. It was tight, very tight. Cordelia was sure it would have hurt had she not been so wet. As it was, being filled so fully was just what she needed and she groaned as Miss Brigstone thrust hard, pushing the dildo in further and further. At last it was in up to the hilt, penetrating her as she had never been penetrated before. Miss Brigstone paused for a moment and Cordelia absorbed the full sensation of the dildo’s girth, then Miss Brigstone began to fuck, slowly, then faster and harder. Cordelia gasped. And then she felt Miss Jones underneath, her tongue on Cordelia’s clit, circling. It was almost too much, and yet it was the most wonderful feeling. She wanted it never to stop. It didn’t take her long to come; Miss Jones was skilled and experienced, and Cordelia’s clit swelled and began to tingle and then throb. She came hard, Miss Brigstone fucking her right through. Then Cordelia collapsed onto the bed and Miss Brigstone pulled out.
Miss Brigstone lay face up on the bed and ordered Miss Jones to take off her strap-on and work her clit with her mouth, as she had Cordelia’s. “Smack her bottom with your hand as she does it,” said Miss Brigstone. Cordelia wacked the girl hard and Miss Jones whimpered. The poor thing, though Cordelia. She’ll be sore for a week. But actually she didn’t feel sorry at all.
“Let’s go and take a shower,” Miss Brigstone said to Cordelia after she had come. “The little slut can wash us. And if we want to come again she can take care of that too. It’s all she’s good for, giving pleasure. Isn’t that true?”
“Yes, miss,” Miss Jones said.
In the shower Miss Brigstone kissed and fondled Cordelia, pushing her fingers up into Cordelia’s cunt. Then she took hold of Miss Jones by the hair and forced her head into Cordelia’s groin. “Show her what you’re good for, slut,” she said. Miss Brigstone continued massaging Cordelia’s breasts while Miss Jones worked on her cunt. It didn’t take Cordelia long to come again. Then Miss Brigstone grabbed Miss Jones’s hair again and ground her face into her own groin. “Massage my tits, my dear,” she said to Cordelia while Miss Jones got to work.
Soon Miss Brigstone had her second orgasm. She and Cordelia got out of the shower and waited to be dried by Miss Jones. Then they all went downstairs again, still naked, and had more drinks. Cordelia noted that although she and Miss Brigstone had been satisfied, Miss Jones had not. That was evidently the lot of a cuckquean. Cordelia reflected that physical pleasures are not always the most profoundly satisfying.
Chapter Eight
“Asses are so important in our work,” Miss Bridget said as she fingered Jennifer, who was standing naked by her desk. “Of course cunts are important too, and the source of much pleasure among our clients. But the desire for a cunt is after all but a normal manifestation of lesbian sexuality. Lust for an ass, at least to the point to which we allow for its expression, is less common. It speaks of the perverse, of the abnormal. The cunt is universally accepted as a legitimate site of sexual desire. But a liking for ass, whatever form it takes, is often regarded as unnatural. This of course is what draws some of our clients towards it. They have a predilection for kink. That is why they come to us. They know that their desires might be distasteful to some, but we, far from turning them away, welcome such women with open arms.”
“And open legs,” Miss Flora said with a snigger.
Miss Bridget gave her a look, expressive of disdain for smutty jokes. Miss Flora looked suitably chastened.
“We encourage our clients to make full use of the opportunities we offer to indulge themselves, to sup full of the pleasures which a pretty ass may offer. Some like merely to finger,” said Miss Bridget, pushing her index finger hard up into Jennifer’s anus. Jennifer gasped and she staggered a little as she stood holding onto Miss Bridget’s chair.
“Some like to taste,” Miss Bridget said. She took her finger out of Jennifer’s ass and held it up to her mouth. For a moment Jennifer’s face registered displeasure, even disgust. But one look at Miss Bridget’s stern expression persuaded her to open her mouth and suck the proffered finger. Jennifer really didn’t care for the taste. The fact that it was her own ass made no difference. Cunts she would lick all day, but asses? That was something else.
Miss Bridget knew full well that several of her girls had an initial resistance to tasting ass. It was part of her training programme, to cure them of this and to instil in them a willingness to eat ass, no matter whose, to lick it and push their tongues in as far as they would go. Miss Bridget didn’t care if they liked it or not. That wasn’t the point. It didn’t matter at all if they gained no pleasure from such a practice. It was the client’s pleasure which mattered, and that alone.
She pushed her finger, now slightly lubricated from having been in Jennifer’s mouth, back into the girl’s anus. Miss Bridget herself had a well-developed appreciation of the pleasures of the ass. She loved to look at the pretty bottoms of her charges, inspect them, feel their smoothness and firmness and suppleness. She loved to penetrate them, with a finger or an object, perhaps a dildo or plug specially designed for the purpose, or perhaps some object adapted for ass play; a cucumber, the handle of a brush, a bottle. And she loved to watch a girl penetrated by a strap-on, preferably one just a little too big for the purpose. Then she could watch the girl wriggle a little, trying to allow the dildo easy passage, despite its dimensions, or whimper as it was rammed home. Miss Bridget rarely performed such acts herself; she preferred to watch Miss Flora, who had a real appetite for ass-fucking, especially of anal virgins or girls who were especially tight.
Jennifer was just such a girl. Her bottom was particularly cute, in Miss Bridget’s judgement, pert, trim, toned. But Miss Bridget suspected that accommodating one of Miss Flora’s larger dildos might prove a trial for the girl. She rather hoped so. Once she had been broken in, though, she was likely to receive regular bookings from those clients who appreciated a choice bottom.
Miss Bridget pushed two fingers into Jennifer’s mouth, one of them the one which had been in her ass. Jennifer sucked them both. Then Miss Bridget slid them back into her ass, entering firmly, despite a grunt from the girl. She slipped her other hand round to the front and fingered Jennifer’s cunt, then pushed inside her. As she suspected, the girl was wet. She might not be eager to taste ass, but she was happy enough to be fingered there. She would be well fit for purpose once they had trained her.
“Miss Flora, will you fetch your equipment?” Miss Bridget said. “I think this girl is ready for initiation.”
While Flora was out of the room, Miss Bridget continued working on Jennifer’s ass, pushing her two fingers in and out, seeking to open her up just a little more. But each time she pushed in further she could feel the sphincter tense. Well, that wouldn’t do Jennifer much good once Flora got going. She was relentless, not cruel perhaps but undeniably determined to open any girl’s bottom to her purposes, render it compliant and adapted for use.
Jennifer watched with more than a little apprehension as Miss Flora buckled up her strap-on. To her unaccustomed eye the thing looked enormous. Surely her delicate little bottom could not take such a thing? She would split, she would be damaged. Miss Bridget removed her fingers, then pushed Jennifer down over the desk. The girl was naked and she felt the cold wood pressing against her breasts, making her nipples hard. Miss Bridget squirted some lube onto her fingers and began to grease her ass, working the slippery jelly up higher and higher, making sure the girl was good and slick. Despite wanting her to be tight, wanting to stretch her, she didn’t want her to suffer injury. She had already lined up Jennifer for an appointment next week, with Mrs Prentice, who was a true connoisseur of asses and who was always keen to get her hands on a new girl, fresh and tight, as she put it.
Miss Bridget stepped aside. She watched as Miss Flora got behind Jennifer, spread the girl’s legs and began to push the dildo into her. Jennifer grunted. She was still quite concerned the thing would be just too big. But Miss Flora seemed to ha
ve no regard for her discomfort, being intent merely on forcing it inside. Slowly Flora inched it in, thrusting forwards, holding Jennifer by the hips and pulling her back so that eventually the dildo was rammed right up her ass. Jennifer cried out as the last couple of inches were driven in. She was breathing heavily.
“Good work,” said Miss Bridget enthusiastically. She liked to watch Flora perform. It made her feel that sometime she’d like to fuck Flora in the ass too, really hard, make her suffer like she made the young girls suffer. Perhaps even have a couple of the girls watch. That would be humiliating. Sometimes, she thought, Flora was inclined to get above herself. It would remind her who was in charge, that although she had some authority over the girls, it was she, Miss Bridget, who ultimately held the whip hand.
“Give her a good fucking,” said Miss Bridget. “I want to send her to Mrs Prentice. She has a particular fondness for a choice bottom, and particularly for treating it roughly. Jennifer must be prepared.”
Jennifer groaned as Miss Flora thrust harder and harder. The lubrication which Miss Bridget had worked into her didn’t seem like nearly enough. The dildo was simply too big, she was being stretched inordinately. But then Miss Bridget ran her fingers through her hair and stroked her under the chin. “Good girl,” she said. Jennifer beamed. Like all the girls, she put a high value on any word of praise from Miss Bridget.
Miss Flora kept fucking as she put a hand around Jennifer’s waist, then between her legs, finding her clit. She began to work it gently at first, then more firmly. Jennifer grunted. Was she allowed to come? She didn’t think she could help it if Miss Flora continued to finger her. The fucking went on. But after a while it grew a little easier. Jennifer thought that, contrary to what she expected, her ass was adapting, dilating. She didn’t think the effect would be permanent; she would still be tight the next time, but at least she would know what to expect, and the knowledge that her ass would eventually relax would help her. A tense ass was a tight ass, no question of that. What Jennifer perhaps did not realise was that there were some clients who enjoyed a girl who was really tight. The tighter the better, in fact. If they squealed and squirmed a little when the strap-on was forced into them, it added to the enjoyment of a domineering pussy.
