by Penny Birch
The strap cracked hard against Amber’s now naked bottom, making her moan deeply. That made six and I knew she was ready to come, but added three more before stepping away and admiring my handiwork. She had most of her weight on her arms, hanging from the pole with her head down and her hair in a bedraggled mess. Her breasts were dangling beneath her chest, the nipples stiff and the skin shiny with sweat. The surface of her bottom was covered with red marks, the full cheeks moving slowly with her muscles. I knew that what she’d be hoping for was a face between her thighs and a tongue to lick her clit and bring her to orgasm.
‘She’s excited, of course,’ I said to Anna. ‘Perhaps Poppy would oblige?’
I wasn’t at all sure how Anna would take it. Poppy, I could see, was keen. She’d been giggly at first when she was just thinking of how Amber was going to look, but now might as well have had her tongue hanging out of her mouth with excitement. As I waited for a response, I saw a hand signal pass between Anna and Poppy, evidently the way they communicated their real wishes to each other.
‘I think that would be a salutary lesson for both of them,’ Anna answered me. ‘For Penny, to express her shame at having become excited during punishment; for Poppy, as punishment for having aroused Penny in the first place. She is an incorrigible flirt; indeed, it is hard to get her to keep her clothes on at all, in the house.’
The depth of Anna’s fantasy was rather beyond me, but her reaction was great. Poppy curtsied to her mistress, then to me. Amber was looking back between her legs, and I heard her sigh when she saw Poppy drop into a squat, her face beneath Amber’s pussy. I watched with my own excitement building quickly as Poppy pulled Amber’s panties off, then took her ankles gently and opened her legs again. She hesitated, looking at the open vulva she was about to lick, then buried her face in between Amber’s thighs.
Amber started to moan as soon as Poppy’s tongue touched her clit, but Poppy was a tease and obviously not a novice. Within a minute, she had Amber wriggling and squirming, trying to push her bottom back in Poppy’s face but only getting worse teasing for her efforts.
It seemed pointless trying to stay demure, so I put my hand down my panties and started to play with myself as I watched Amber writhe. This was perfect: my mistress was naked, her bum was the colour of a ripe cherry and she was begging to be allowed to come. True, I’d enjoyed every second of the numerous punishments she’d given me, but revenge is revenge, even when the victim comes to orgasm over it.
Amber was begging and pleading, totally uninhibited in her need, but Poppy continued to torment her until a word from Anna changed her licks to full bodied slurps directly on Amber’s clit. That did it, and a moment later, she screamed her ecstasy out in a voice that must have been heard for miles. The only trouble was, she screamed out ‘Penny’.
Anna gave me a curious look but said nothing, instead coming up to help me untie Amber from the post. When Amber was free, I cuddled her, finding her shivering in my arms. The breathless ‘thank you’ she whispered in my ear was one of the sweetest compliments I have ever had. We kissed for a moment, as equals, indifferent to Anna Vale’s opinion.
Back in the house, with Amber dressed again and serving tea, Anna began to explain her philosophy. It was a strange combination of feminist and authoritarian principals. The ideas were interesting but too rigid for my taste. Also, from the way I had seen Poppy transmit her hand signal when she wanted permission to lick Amber, I suspected that little Poppy in fact had a good measure of control.
‘Each woman,’ Anna was saying, ‘has a natural level of precedence, and so within any group of women a hierarchy is bound to exist. That physical discipline should be given by those higher in the hierarchy to those lower inevitably follows.’
I wasn’t at all sure it did, but nodded politely in any case.
‘Take us four, for instance,’ she continued. ‘All intelligent, mature woman, yet among us the hierarchy is clear.’
That was all she knew and I again wondered what she’d do if Amber just casually took her across her knee.
‘Poppy is the one most suitable for taking punishment and least suited to giving it,’ she asserted. ‘Penny the next; indeed, I suspect that, in any relationship between Penny and Poppy, Penny would be the mistress.’
‘I’m sure you’re right,’ I agreed, glancing over her shoulder to catch a wonderfully wicked look from Amber.
‘Next,’ she said, ‘I feel, would be yourself, and finally me as a natural alpha dominant.’
So that was what all the philosophising had been for. She wanted my knickers down but thought I would be too much the mistress to agree if I were asked a straight question. I nearly laughed out loud. She was obviously turned on; we all were, and there was a strong atmosphere of sexual tension. I would have been delighted to take a spanking and then get on my knees and lick her pussy for her. Not like that, though; ‘natural alpha dominant’, indeed!
‘I would argue the opposite,’ I said. If there’s one thing I had learnt from people with dominant sexual fantasies, especially Amber and Michael, it was how to appear cool when you’re actually wetting your knickers. I was now so deep in role, I was sure that I could be as good as either of them. Also, Anna’s philosophy implied that if she only had the right person she would happily submit herself, an idea that really appealed to me. If I went down for her, then I was sure she wouldn’t for me.
‘Really?’ she replied in a voice that screamed for me to get on my knees.
‘Very much so,’ I assured her and began to spin the most outrageous train of lies. ‘I was eighteen when I first caned another woman. She was ten years older than me and rather fancied herself as a dominant as well. Once I’d caned her, she was as meek as a lamb; I remember how she used to beg to clean my boots with her tongue.’
‘That is one of Poppy’s regular duties,’ Anna answered.
‘Very right and proper,’ I continued. ‘Do you know Virginia Scott?’
‘No,’ she admitted. ‘Should I?’
‘She’s bisexual, so perhaps not. She runs a stable of pony-boys down in Wiltshire, at this wonderful park she owns. They believe her dominance to be absolute but, just the other day, she rang to ask if she could visit me for punishment. I’m the only person she’ll submit to. She asked to be naked, except for a pony-girl tail and some rather sweet nipple bells I make.’
The look on Amber’s face was wonderful, that on Anna’s even better. Not only was she swallowing my propaganda but her sexual excitement looked to be approaching desperation. Poppy hadn’t said a word, but her big eyes were round and moist and the skin of her neck was flushed red. Having them so turned on gave me a glorious feeling of power and I wondered if I could get what I wanted then and there. Poppy would be utterly willing, I could tell. Anna still had some control left.
‘Possibly it is I who is the natural alpha dominant,’ I suggested. ‘I may be small but as you yourself admit, it’s all a question of character.’
‘Perhaps,’ she admitted, ‘but—’
‘I can see you’re excited,’ I interrupted. ‘You’re very welcome to play with Poppy, if you like; or Penny could fetch you a vibrator. I’d enjoy watching you masturbate.’
‘Would you?’ she asked; it was almost an admission that she wanted to please me.
‘Absolutely,’ I assured her truthfully. ‘Penny, go and fetch a vibrator; the black one.’
There was only one black vibrator and that was the one fixed into Amber’s leather shorts to make a strap-on dildo. If I could get Anna so turned on that she let me fuck her, then that would make an incredible climax to the day. Amber winked at me and left the room. The thought of Anna’s long legs and tight little bum bare over the table edge while she whimpered and squirmed with eight inches of black rubber in her pussy had me shivering myself. Maybe I should lay her back on the table instead, to make the best of her long legs, with her bottom sticking out over the edge. We’d pull her dress down over her tits, then I’d take her by her thighs and fu
ck her while Poppy and Amber kissed her breasts. I’d put the vibrator to her pussy and watch her come, utterly abandoned in front of me. Lastly I’d have Poppy finish me off, kneeling with her face to my pussy. Anna would lie on the table, exhausted but happy as she watched her girlfriend lick me to orgasm.
‘I …’ Anna began uncertainly, then abruptly changed to her usual style. ‘Poppy, get on the floor, you may do your duty.’
‘Yes, Miss Vale,’ Poppy replied eagerly as she dropped onto her knees to kneel in front of her mistress.
I could see what she wanted: to come before I managed to persuade her to let go completely. It would have been easier if she hadn’t been wearing a tight thirties-style skirt. This had to come up for Poppy to be able to lick Anna’s pussy, and that meant Anna standing and rucking it up around her waist. I watched as she did so, revealing her stocking tops and suspenders attached to the bottom of a girdle. Her legs were every bit as good as I’d anticipated, long and sleek and running up to a neat rounded bottom. She was wearing white silk drawers, fringed with lace and open between the legs, like my Victorian ones but much briefer.
‘What pretty drawers,’ I said. ‘The back looks really sweet. Show me properly.’
She couldn’t resist it. I knew she was proud of her clothes and guessed she was proud of her body. She gave me a smile and turned her bottom to me, holding the skirt up over her drawers with her bottom pushed out just a little bit. The waistband was tight, the silk clinging to her hips and the upper surfaces of her bottom, pushed out by the swell of her cheeks but loose in the middle where they opened and around the legs; copious lace added to their femininity. There was just the cheekiest glimpse of bare bottom cheek.
‘That’s gorgeous,’ I told her, ‘Pull them open for me.’
She gave a rueful shake of her head but put her hands to the seat of her drawers. This meant bending further forward to keep her skirt up, so that her bottom was stuck out at me as she opened the drawers. Bare, her bottom was even sweeter than it looked in a casing of silk and lace. Apple-cheeked was the description that came to mind, small and so firm that her cheeks were open enough for me to see the dark spot of her bottom-hole. There was plenty of pussy on show, too, her lips pouting out in a thick nest of fur and the opening pink and wet. The sight just made me want to purr.
‘You can lick now, Poppy,’ I said, trying desperately to hold my poise. They couldn’t see under the table, anyway, so I slid a hand down my jodhpurs and began to play with my pussy through the front of my panties.
Anna had meant to be licked sitting down, but she was too far gone to make an issue of it. As Poppy moved behind her, kissed her on a thigh and then the exposed cheek of her bottom, Anna bent fully over, offering Poppy her pussy to lick from behind.
‘That’s beautiful, Anna,’ I told her. ‘You too, Poppy. Anna, your bottom looks so spankable in all that lace and silk. I’d love to hold you around the waist and smack it while Poppy licks you.’
That was when Amber came back into the room, holding the leather shorts in one hand and the rubber strap-on in the other. If she was surprised to see the haughty Anna Vale bent over a chair with her bum bare and Poppy’s face between her thighs, then she didn’t show it.
Anna had raised no objection to me spanking her so I had got up and was walking around the table, eyeing the sweet little bum that was my target. At the sight of the enormous dildo in Amber’s hand she gave a little gasp which sounded to me like resignation.
I’d have done it, I know I would. I’d have spanked Anna and then fucked her. The dildo would still have been in her pussy when Poppy made her come. She’d have been in absolute ecstasy and totally submissive to me. Then I’d have had Amber and Poppy give me the same treatment and shown Anna how much more fun it was if you switched roles now and then.
As it was the whole thing got totally ruined by the phone ringing. Just the sound broke the spell, but I answered it in the hope that it might be a wrong number. Maybe we could have got things back: after all, Anna was on the edge of coming. Unfortunately, it was Mr Novak, wanting to make some additions to his order. He recognised my voice and it was the most I could do not to give the whole game away.
By the time I managed to get rid of him the atmosphere was entirely broken. Anna had rearranged herself and was looking rather wary. Poppy looked really mischievous and treated me to a knowing smile when Anna wasn’t looking. Amber shrugged and went to take the strap and the dildo up to the bedroom.
Anna Vale left rather hastily and was obviously uncomfortable with her feelings, not to mention the state of her pussy. I imagined that they’d be stopping in a wood on the way back and that Poppy would be getting a very sore bum indeed as Anna reasserted herself.
There was a major consolation. I’d put Amber in a seriously submissive mood and, when we’d shut the gates behind Anna and Poppy, she turned to me and asked to stay in role as my plaything for the rest of the day. This cheered me up no end and I took her by the hand and led her up to the bedroom.
By the time we went to sleep I’d come three times. Twice with her kneeling between my legs, and once in her own favourite position, but with me sitting on her face instead, my fingers on my clit and her tongue well in my anus. After the first orgasm, she served me dinner and I had her kneel to be spoonfed her own, then had my ice cream off her breasts.
I also fucked her, which was glorious, with the shaft of the dildo sliding in and out of her pussy as she knelt with her bottom raised and her cheeks still red from the strapping I had given her. At bedtime, I had her bathe and powder me. Then, as I walked into the bedroom, I saw the hairbrush she had so often used to spank me. I ordered her to kneel on the bed and gave her a dose of her own medicine. When her bum was hot and she was moaning softly into the pillows, I told her to open up her bottom-hole with a wet finger.
I watched in delight as she reached back between her buttocks, found the little hole and slid her finger in. I let her play with her anus for a bit, then had her take her finger out and replace it with the hairbrush handle. She groaned as it slid up her bottom, and I told her to come, naked on her bed, with the hairbrush sticking rudely out of her bottom. As a last humiliation, I took a photograph of her at the moment of orgasm, with her face pressed in the pillows, breasts dangling, sticky fingers working in her pussy and a hairbrush protruding from her anus.
Finally, we went to sleep with her head cradled on my chest.
Eleven
I woke up with my head cradled on her chest instead, which I suppose is deeply significant. Amber was out for the count, but I felt full of beans and was in a really good mood. The previous day had really put the seal on my relationship with Amber. I now felt perfectly happy and completely at home. The feelings of guilt I’d had before just seemed ridiculous, and my doubts about the sex not being completely fulfilling were gone, too. I went out to the yard to check that we hadn’t left anything suspicious lying around, then tidied up the kitchen and started to make breakfast.
Just as the bacon was beginning to brown to my satisfaction, Amber came down. She was wearing a T-shirt and looked at me archly as I turned around.
‘Good morning, Miss Penelope,’ she said. ‘I have a small bone to pick with you, this morning.’
‘You do?’ I asked, all innocence.
‘Yes,’ she replied, turning and pulling up the tail of her T-shirt to show me her bottom. She had no panties on and the results of her punishment the day before were still clear.
‘Oh,’ I answered. ‘Might we wait until after breakfast before my first spanking, please? There’ll be time before the shop has to be open.’
‘Actually, I want to go into London,’ she said. ‘I’ll spank you before I go, if you like, but I was hoping you’d look after the shop for me, this morning.’
‘Sure,’ I agreed, feeling slightly disappointed that we wouldn’t be spending the whole day together. ‘Will you be back for lunch?’
‘Yes; I only have to go to Southgate,’ she answered.
‘What for?’ I asked her.
‘You’ll find out,’ she said. ‘I just feel that, after yesterday, you deserve something really special. I haven’t got the details worked out yet; anyway, I wouldn’t want to spoil it for you.’
She left me with that — well, that and a quick over-the-knee spanking with my jeans and panties just far enough down for her to get at my bum. When she got back, she ate quickly and disappeared into the workroom.
For the rest of the week she was equally mysterious, twice disappearing in the evening, keeping the workroom locked and refusing to tell me anything. I was on during the middle of the week, but that only meant I took my spankings with my panties on. Other than that, things continued much as before, with plenty of sex and me submissive to her, except when we were actually in bed at night. If anything, she was more cuddly and friendly than during our first week together. It was perfect, yet there was the nagging uncertainty of just what she had in store for me at the weekend.
It started to rain on Tuesday, a warm, depressing drizzle that lasted for days. We spent a lot of time just cuddled up in bed together, watching the rain outside the window. By Friday morning the soil, which had been parched, was a sea of mud. That afternoon, the rain stopped and Saturday morning dawned clear and fresh.
Amber was in a very good mood indeed and suggested a trip out to the woods. She was dressed in green corduroys and a cream jumper, casual and not at all suggestive. I knew she wasn’t wearing anything kinky underneath, either, and she had no tack on her, so I was completely unsuspecting when she pulled the car onto a track about twenty miles from the village and told me to undress.
