by Lindsay Ross
But there was nothing ethereal or unreal about the pain when it came. Northam had picked up a whip in place of the cane and curled the lash over my vulva making me bite hard on the ball gag. I could tell he was still furious that he had lost his bet and suffered a loss of face in front of his friends and there was real venom in the way he lashed me. It was no accident he caught my pussy lips, he was deliberately whipping my slit. I wondered how he would have felt if I had flogged his cock or aimed every stroke to cut him across his balls. He found it hard enough to endure when his buttocks were whipped.
I knew they would hear muffled sounds from inside the hood and was glad they couldn’t hear me give full vent to my anguish. It would have been impossible not to cry out when the whip was so intimate with me, actually parting my outer lips on some occasions, almost forcing its way in like some cruel lover.
When Northam gave my pussy some respite it was to thrash the insides of my thighs, another tender place, from behind my knees all the way up to the fleshier parts closest to my bottom.
My belt of thorns dug into my flesh as I swung on the chains adding to my suffering. I was in as much agony as Povey’s Matilda. It had struck me that he was probably writing about events that had taken place here at Baildon Abbey rather than pure fiction. I had thought his descriptions were the product of a fevered and corrupted imagination when I had read them back to him now I was convinced they were thinly disguised accounts of what happened at Baildon Abbey
Eventually I was released from my chains and my upper body lowered onto the table. At first I was too sore to move and this left me with my legs splayed. I must have looked every inch the whore, body bathed in sweat, face covered, nipples clamped, legs open as if craving the attentions of a man’s rigid cock. Northam entered me first, leaning over me with a hand on the table each side of me, pushing hard between my throbbing lips, bringing me more pain. I was dry at first but my juices began to flow as he rogered me with vigour, grunting as he did so, and when he had come he was replaced by one of his friends for they were forming a queue to fuck me and I was powerless to prevent them.
***
The next day Sister Agnes took me to another part of the Abbey to an upstairs room which looked out over cloisters. Going to the window as she bade me, I could see nuns perambulating in pairs, one in each pair ahead of the other. I was surprised to see they were naked and were engaged in flagellation but even more amazing was the fact that one woman in each pairing wore a massive dildo.
“All tastes are catered for at Baildon Abbey. These are the cloisters where girls with Sapphic tendencies come to be together,” said Sister Agnes, putting an arm round my shoulder as she stood behind me surveying the scene.
I felt myself blush deeply and knew Agnes would see my neck and face turn bright red. I could rarely hide my embarrassment.
“I’m not sure I…” I began.
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” said Sister Agnes. “I hoped you might pair off with me. I liked you the moment I first saw you come through the gates, my darling.”
I wondered why I was being so coy after my capers with Margaret and Millie at Drydon Hall, and I should not have been surprised to find lesbians in a nunnery even in a modern imitation like Baildon Abbey.
“I like you Sister Agnes and you have been kind to me but I usually go with men.”
“Do you not find them brutish and coarse?”
I thought of what Northam and his friends had done to me the day before and could not disagree with her.
“They are often so,” I began, “but some men are sensitive and know how to please a woman.”
“I think I could prove a more considerate lover,” said Agnes, “if you would give me the chance.” She looked a little forlorn and I felt sorry for her. She leaned towards me and I let her kiss me on the lips. It was not an unpleasant sensation though she kissed me forcefully like an ardent lover.
Agnes took my hand and guided it to the front of her habit and I felt something hard and knew she was wearing a dildo under her habit.
This did not frighten me as I’d been pleasured by one before.
I simply smiled at Agnes and nodded.
She was quite frenzied as she pushed up my habit and pulled it off and then undid the binding round my breasts. As soon as my boobies were naked she was kneading and caressing them and whispering endearments in breathless tones.
“I need to fuck you with my enormous cock, Matilda,” she whispered in my ear.
“I thought we were going to join the procession in the cloisters,” I said before she could penetrate me.
“I would like to show you off to everyone. Will you mind being flogged again? I saw how striped and bruised your body is…”
“I don’t mind, Agnes. Strip yourself naked and let me look at you.”
Her habit was hoisted above her head and thrown on the floor.
Agnes took my hand and led me down stone steps to the cloisters outside. I looked at her naked body. It was not unattractive, very slim and very white.
As we entered the cloisters I saw Agnes go to a large oak chest, throw back the lid, and reveal a vast variety of whips and canes and masks and dildos. She selected a martinet and instantly lashed my back, continuing to cane me as I stepped in front of her and we both joined the procession. When Agnes had made my back very sore she began to belabour my bottom and the backs of my thighs and though she professed to like me she did not spare me the full force of the blows.
There were other pretty girls there some doing the flogging and others being flagellated. The fact that they were lesbian did nothing to detract from their beauty and there was nothing mannish about them, even with no hair, apart for two or three who strode along with walks that were not very feminine. After we had walked round the cloisters many times we returned to collect our clothes and then repaired to Sister Agnes’s bedroom.
There Agnes stripped me again and threw me on the bed, impatient to use the dildo. I lay back and opened my legs wide and she got on top of me, pushing the length of her false cock into my pussy exactly like some lusty lad. The dildo was massive in dimensions with an upward curve and I felt pleased with myself that I could take all of it. Agnes thrust with her hips and it was not long before my juices were stimulated. Parading naked in the cloisters and being caned where others could see had already prepared me mentally and now I could give full expression to my feelings.
I squirmed with delight and stroked Agnes’s back with my heels as my legs were opened as wide as was humanly possible. She pushed my arms down flat on the bed so that I was forced into a submissive position and thrust into me so hard I thought she might split me. If I preferred to be fucked by men then this ran a close second. I could feel my orgasm was close and my body began to judder and tremble. My juice was flowing onto the bed. I gave a high-pitched scream and my body was overwhelmed with violent convulsions.
Part Six – John
Chapter Fifteen
I welcome back an old slave and initiate another
Povey brought Bella back from Baildon Abbey badly scarred as had happened with Margaret and others before her. I could easily imagine the vile and degrading behaviour the villainous Northam would have demanded of her. I made her lie naked on my bed and I inspected her body carefully from head to toe, knowing which marks had been there before she set out for the Abbey and which scars were new.
As I expected, Northam and his circle had damaged her particularly around her pussy but there were signs she was healing well.
I should not play the hypocrite and will admit that I like to whip a young lady’s bottom but the thought of the coward Northam and his kind attacking helpless girls who were greatly outnumbered made my blood boil.
I lay on the bed with my trousers down and let Bella take my cock in her mouth and I think the action of sucking on my large member soothed her a little. She was certainly glad to be home for I was sure she thought of Drydon Hall in that way and she liked to attend to my needs.
I
blamed my master most of all. His obsession with flagellation had led him to invest money in Baildon Abbey along with other investors who were members of his club. Although they indulged their passion in the club itself, they clearly thought they would be safer in a building they owned. At the Abbey they were able to behave without scruple or inhibition. I knew exactly what occurred there because Povey had taken me along before Bella was trained to help him. The place presented many dangers to those who attended (if they were not members of Povey’s inner circle) and the first time I went they had regarded me as fair game.
The Abbey was frequented by homosexuals of both genders, as well as heterosexuals, and the males of that persuasion inveigled me into joining them and things happened which reminded me of my life on the island. I am not sure if it is merely my fair hair and fair skin but I seem to attract inverts wherever I go. Suffice to say I was subjected to sodomy and flagellation often in tandem and I was relieved when the master no longer required me to accompany him.
I have observed already that Povey was the most corrupt man I have ever known and at the Abbey he moved between groups indulging his passions, sometimes using his own sex and sometimes ill treating the whores and simple serving girls who were brought there.
I have never pretended that I remained impervious to Povey’s steady drip of corruption which oozed like apple juice from a cider press. Over time I graduated from the role of catamite to be a flogger of distinction in my own right.
The slaves I had now, Margaret, Millie and Bella, were particularly choice and I was able to use other girls from below stairs if I was careful. So life was not bad for me and yet I felt unfulfilled. I knew this was partly because I had promised myself further revenge on Povey. Although I had been the instrument that brought about his blindness I felt there was unfinished business between us.
Povey was taking Bella to his club and to Baildon Abbey more and more frequently and sometimes they stayed at the Abbey for a week or more at a time. This annoyed me greatly for effectively I was being denied one of my slaves and I was afraid my influence over her might begin to wane. I knew she preferred to serve me but was not in any position to resist Povey’s orders. I enjoyed whipping Bella more than my other two whores but I liked to keep them guessing as to who was my favourite.
My master was away at Baildon Abbey with Bella when a young woman called Emma came to Drydon Hall to begin work as a maid. In the master’s absence I appointed her to the position merely on the basis of her looks. In any case Povey would have deferred to me for a description of the girl to help his choice for he was as keen as I am to take on the prettiest girls we could find. Emma was a lovely creature with her dark hair and freckled nose and her figure was full and voluptuous, reminding me a little of Isabel but with a more rounded body. I imagined her bottom would be imminently smackable and could hardly wait to pull her drawers down to view her chubby little cheeks. I determined there and then that Emma would become one of my special girls, my slaves, those I love to dominate. She could fill Bella’s place as my chattel since Povey was asserting his rights of ownership over Bella’s young body.
I was a little concerned that her references were delayed but did not anticipate any real difficulty. She talked convincingly about her previous work in a similar establishment in the North.
Usually I had no trouble in finding ways to become intimate with the female servants who caught my eye, indeed they were often flirtatious enough to open up opportunities themselves. Emma was too shy and quiet for that, quite doe-eyed and naturally submissive. I decided she might respond to the direct, masterful approach.
I waited for her to make a mistake and sure enough she dropped part of a dinner service onto the quarry tiles in the kitchen causing them to smash into a thousand shards.
In the sharpest of voices I ordered her to go to my room and await my arrival. I made her wait for a long time before I joined her, and when eventually I strode purposefully along the corridor towards her, the girl was crying quietly to herself and shaking with fear.
“You are a butterfingers,” I said. “Get yourself inside.”
“I am sorry, sir,” she said contritely once she stood on the rug in my bedroom, hands clasped together, eyes directed to the floor.
“I should charge you three months wages,” I said. “But there is another possibility.”
“I am quite willing to do extra work, sir,” she said.
“This involves you accepting punishment instead of paying for the service to be replaced.”
“That sounds better, sir,” said Emma. “I am grateful for your leniency.”
“The other girls prefer punishment because it is over quickly and doesn’t hurt them in their purses.”
“I would echo their sentiments, yes.”
“Then if you take down your drawers and lift your skirt you will be ready. Simply kneel on that ottoman with your bottom raised.”
“Oh, but sir…”
“Have you changed your mind?”
“No, sir. I did not think I would have to remove any of my clothing.”
“It is the custom at Drydon Hall for punishments to be carried out on the bare bottom. It is a fleshy part of the body where no damage is done in the normal way of things. Still, if you would prefer me to dock your wages…”
“No, sir.”
“Then quickly, please.”
Emma shyly removed her lacy white drawers and lay in the required position. Her white cheeks looked soft and downy and I rejoiced that I had another virgin bottom to work on, convinced she would never have felt the cane before.
I think she expected me to spank her but I had picked up one of my trusty bamboo canes, this one was the schoolmasterly type with a curved handle, and landed it across the meat. She squealed foolishly and tried to rub her bottom so I struck her hands.
“Don’t try to cover yourself. It will result in a more painful experience,” I said.
Emma bent further over this time with her cheeks pulled tight. Her bottom was as inviting as I’d imagined and I gave her a severe second stroke. Thwack! “Aghhhhhh!” she cried. “Owwwwww!”
I gave her six altogether and lectured her about the need to take care with expensive crockery. She was hugely apologetic and grovelling as she pulled up her drawers and smoothed down her skirt, finally granting me a demure little curtsy.
“I will try to give satisfaction, sir.”
“Back to work, my girl,” I ordered her.
***
Bella was downcast when she heard a new maid had become one of my slaves. By the time she returned with my master from their latest stay at the Abbey, I had initiated Emma fully into the submissive role in flagellation. As I had expected, she took to it easily, having the right temperament to be a slave. When I first stripped her naked I marvelled at the beauty of her body. She was as curvaceous and dimpled as I had imagined with skin like white porcelain.
I let Bella sleep in my bed on her first night back at Drydon Hall as I usually did. Although she was exhausted and her body showed the wounds from her brutal treatment at the hands of the Northam coterie, I was unable to resist giving her a good whipping myself as I had missed the pleasure despite Emma’s arrival. Bella almost seemed relieved to feel my lash again and looked at me with adoring eyes. Her doggie ways were now ingrained; she showed the expression of a faithful bitch as if it was natural. But I was to discover later that in forming that opinion I had made the gravest misjudgement of my life.
Chapter Sixteen
Theft at Drydon Hall casts Suspicion on All
Mr. Povey summoned me to his presence one evening.
“John, we appear to be harbouring a thief.”
“What do you mean, sir?”
“Some objects are missing from these display cases.”
He waved in the correct direction having a good sense of the lay out of his rooms. “Are you certain, sir?”
“Quite certain. See for yourself.”
At first I could see nothing amiss, b
ut closer scrutiny revealed some gaps, the outline of where some articles had rested on the velvet could be discerned by the absence of dust in contrast with the surrounding area.
“When I get my hands on the culprit…”
I knew it was no idle threat coming from Povey.
“Who should we suspect, sir?”
“It looks as if a woman has betrayed me, Margaret…Millie…the new girl Emma? What do we know about her? I left the matter in your hands, John. Did she come with a good character?”
“I am still waiting for her reference, sir.”
“Why is it delayed? Is that not suspicious?”
“Possibly, sir. What about Bella?”
At that moment I felt more protective of my new slave rather than Isabel Dance.
“Nonsense! The girl is always naked, where would she hide anything she took away? And why would she steal when she has no opportunity to sell the items, being confined to the house? No, I fear your Emma is the guilty one. Bring her to the dungeon in half an hour. We will wring the truth from her.”
I wondered which form of torture Povey would use on Emma knowing the range of equipment available and his full repertoire when it came to extracting information or administering punishment.
First he required her to be naked and I had the task of undressing her.
The girl was trembling with fear as I took off her bodice and kept looking up at the chains and pulleys above her as other victims had done before. Well she might look to the ceiling as I was certain Emma would be suspended by one method or another.
Povey ran his hands over her full breasts and the rounded curves of her naked body.
I was assailed by a familiar temptation.
Why did I not strike him down there and then? Why did I not eliminate this travesty of a human being who had so abused me in the past that I was almost as corrupt and vile as he?
Why did I hesitate?
If I killed him now, Emma would escape punishment.
