The Indulgences of Isabelle

by Penny Birch

  'I do beg your pardon, Eliza,' Duncan answered. 'Isabelle, behave yourself.'

  I'd forgotten all about the cane, and I was making faces as I stood up, frightened and excited at the same time, desperate to come but also eager to please. My whole body was wet with sweat, my bottom a blazing ball that seemed to swell from the tangled mess of my dishevelled clothing. Dr Treadle had gone to fetch the cane he kept for our parties, and as Duncan vacated the spanking chair I climbed up on it without having to be told, kneeling with my bare bottom stuck out and everything showing behind, waiting.

  'Very good, Isabelle,' Eliza remarked. 'Now, six of the best, and then upstairs to bed with you.'

  Dr Treadle returned and passed her the cane, an old-fashioned schoolmaster's whalebone that I myself had picked up in a junk shop in Edinburgh. I'd been so proud to have found it, and I'd used it that same evening to reduce Katie to tears. Later I'd administered it to Caroline and Portia at parties. All three of them were now looking at me, and while there was a little sympathy in Katie's eyes there was satisfaction too, while the others were gloating openly.

  Eliza got into position, flexing the cane. I closed my eyes, trying not to think of how much it would hurt but rather of how it would add to my arousal, and how good it would feel to have a set of six neat welts across my bottom again, to stroke as I masturbated over what had been done to me. The cane touched my bottom, laid carefully across the crest of my cheeks for aim, lifted, and then came down again. I screamed as the thin shaft bit into my flesh, my body jerking so violently in reaction that I nearly upset the chair.

  'One,' Eliza said calmly.

  She waited until I could get a grip on myself, then gave me the second stroke, directly across the line of my anus. Again I screamed and kicked, my body shaking with sobs once more as I forced myself to get back into position. Eliza called the stroke and gave me my third an instant later, across the tuck of my bottom, which hurt even more than the others and set me bleating pitifully for a break, at which she waited patiently until I was finally able to push out my bottom into the proper position once again.

  'Three,' she stated. 'And . . . four.'

  Even as Eliza spoke the cane had hit me, lower still, where my bottom cheeks bulged to either side of my cunt, which left me gasping for air and clutching at the back of the chair, too hurt even to control my breathing. Any lower and she was going to get the crease between my cheeks and my thighs, which would be more painful still.

  'Not my legs, please, Eliza,' I babbled. 'Don't cane my legs!'

  'Cane her legs,' Portia advised.

  'Be quiet, both of you,' Eliza said. 'Stick your bottom up a little more, Isabelle.'

  I obeyed, shaking violently as I pulled my back in to make my cheeks rise and flare. Eliza tapped the cane against my bottom, higher than before, lifted the whalebone shaft, took careful aim and slashed it down exactly where she'd laid it, to create a fifth agonising line of fire across my flesh and thrust me forward so hard that the chair fell over, sending me sprawling on the floor.

  'Sorry, sorry . . .' I stammered as I hurried to get up.

  'Stay on the floor,' Eliza said, 'in a crawling position.'

  I got onto all fours, looking up nervously as I opened my knees and lifted my bottom into the position Eliza had taught me. She gave a satisfied nod, laid the cane across my bottom diagonally and brought it down across my cheeks, setting me gasping and thumping the floor with my fists. She'd given me a five-bar gate, just as I had to Portia, and I knew that as with Portia the neat pattern of cane cuts would be decorating my bottom for at least two weeks.

  'Not too bad, if I say so myself,' she remarked complacently. 'Now, Isabelle, off to bed with you, and then perhaps a game of joker, Sarah?'

  'I need to come, please,' I begged, setting Portia and Tiffany sniggering with delight. 'Please, Eliza? Tiffy can do it . . .'

  'Oh, yes please!' Tiffany called, immediately starting to crawl towards me.

  'Oh no, you don't,' Eliza warned her. 'You go straight to bed, Isabelle . . . no, on second thoughts, I think we'd better have your trousers and pants off so you won't need to undress, and Yazzie ought to tie your hands behind your back. Otherwise I think I know what you'll be up to the moment you're alone.'

  'At once, Iemoto,' Yazzie offered, and I had no choice but to peel off my lower garments and cross my wrists behind my back as she bound them firmly together.

  'Now, up to bed with you,' Eliza ordered as Yazzie tied the cord off around my waist. 'A spare room has been made up for you. Sarah, would you be so kind as to give Isabelle a hand on the stairs?'

  'Of course,' Sarah agreed. She rose to take hold of my bound wrists and steer me from the room.

  The room next to the bathroom, the smallest in the house and furnished in a plain, masculine fashion, had been made up for me. A bed stood under the window, freshly made and with a green coverlet, which Sarah turned down along with the corner of the sheets and blankets beneath. I had to sit my hot bottom on the bed and swing my legs around to get in. By now I was almost out of my mind with frustration and self-pity at the thought of being sent to bed while the party continued downstairs.

  'What just happened to you was well deserved,' Sarah remarked. 'And I think you ought to know that it won't be the last time.'

  'What do you mean?' I demanded.

  She merely gave a chuckle and turned away, only to stop, hesitant, glancing at the door and clicking her fingers in an irritable, indecisive manner that I'd seen her use before. Suddenly she nodded, as if she'd reached a conclusion, and pushed her jodhpurs and knickers down with one smooth motion, baring her full womanly bottom almost in my face.

  'You are going to lick me, Isabelle,' she said, twisting sharply around. 'And not a word to Eliza.'

  I didn't answer, because even as Sarah finished she took a firm grip on my ponytail and pulled my face against her sex. She was twisting my hair hard enough to hurt, and I was fully aware that she wanted me to lick her as much to exert her dominance as for the physical pleasure it would give her. That didn't stop me poking out my tongue and lapping earnestly at her pussy. I'd been spanked and caned, along with a dozen powerful accompanying humiliations, from having men watch me being chastised to being made to kiss Caroline's bottom, and I was in no state to resist an order to lick pussy from one of the women who'd beaten me. Sarah gave a quiet chuckle at my obedience, then a sigh as my tongue found her clitoris. She pushed her belly out, hard into my face, and twisted my ponytail tighter still.

  'Lick, you slut,' she ordered. 'That's right, just there . . . harder . . . oh, you sweet little tart . . .'

  She came, grinding herself against my face. It was no more than a minute since she'd put me to her sex, and now she pulled her clothing back up as swiftly as she'd stripped. My mouth was full of the taste of her cunt and my pride was long gone, leaving me babbling as she smoothed her jodhpurs around her bottom.

  'Do me, Sarah, please . . . rub me off, please . . . please, Sarah?'

  'What, and risk having Eliza catch us?' she laughed. 'I don't think so. Night night, Isabelle – sleep tight.'

  'Sarah, please!' I begged again, but she was already at the door, which she left slightly open, no doubt so that I'd be able to hear the sounds of the party as I lay in my solitary bed.

  Great sobs were racking my body as I let my head fall back onto the pillow. It was agony, worse than all the spanking, worse even than the cane, at least mentally. My bottom felt huge and hot, my pussy swollen and sensitive, both parts of my body in urgent need of my fingers. Eliza had known exactly what she was doing when she had made me strip from the waist down, leaving me acutely conscious of my bare bottom and legs and cunt, far more so than if I'd been completely in the nude. She'd known full well that left to my own devices I'd have rubbed myself sore over what they'd done to me, so she'd bound me to make sure I was well and truly punished, while being made to lick Sarah and left with the taste of her sex in my mouth added a last agonising touch to my frustration.
r />   I could have screamed, and the tears were running freely down my cheeks. It just wasn't fair to treat me like this when they were going to play joker downstairs. I could already hear laughter, and Sarah's voice as she ran through the rules again. They'd have Katie, I knew they would, and at the thought of her with her white jeans and the polka-dot panties she was wearing pulled down and her pretty bottom stuck high for a playful spanking from one of the other girls I gave way completely, blubbering out my emotions in a full blown infantile tantrum of self-pity and resentment.

  With that I wet myself, not because I couldn't control my bladder but because I just didn't care. I felt it start to come and I just let go, pee spurting from my pussy with every wrenching sob to trickle down my thighs and backwards along my bottom crease and down my bum cheeks. The hot sharp piss made my welts sting furiously, but I didn't even try to stop it, letting spurt after spurt gush from my body to wet my skin and soil my sheets until I was lying in a soggy, sticky puddle of my own making.

  Only when I'd finished did I slowly begin to return to my senses, and then my raw, unfocused emotion to gave way to a great wave of humiliation at what I'd done. To be spanked and left tied up was bad enough, a perfectly good reason to get in a bit of a tantrum, but for me, a grown woman, to wet my bed . . . it was just too much. They would find out, too, because whoever came up to release me could scarcely fail to notice and she would be sure to tell the others. In my imagination I could already hear Portia's laughter as she discovered that I'd wet the bed, and I began to panic, wriggling in my pee puddle, only to freeze at the sound of a footstep on the landing. I heard the bathroom door open and relaxed a little, only to stiffen once more as the door to my own room swung wide. My vision was hazy with tears, but the flame-red hair and riding gear of my visitor was unmistakable – it was Tiffany.

  'Hello, Isabelle,' she said, her voice cruel but also conspiratorial.

  'You . . . you can't come in here!' I blurted out, starting to panic once more. 'Eliza said—'

  'What's she going to do, spank me?' Tiffany cut in. 'That would be lovely.'

  'You made a real fuss last time!'

  'I like to make a fuss. Now hush, I'm sure you want this as badly as I do.'

  She had reached the bed, and now she put out a hand to stroke my hair. Just her touch was enough to make my pussy tighten and send a jolt of longing right through me, but it was not enough to overcome my shame for the state I was in.

  'Look, Tiffany . . . Tiffy,' I gabbled. 'I want you, I really do, but . . . but this is not the best time, really . . .'

  'Oh yes it is,' she said softly. 'I like you, Isabelle. I like the way you're rough with me, but I like my revenge too, and I don't suppose I'll often have you with your hands tied and your bottom spanked to get you in the mood.'

  'The mood for what?' I asked. But she just giggled and continued to stroke my hair.

  'Tiffany . . .' I began, but she put her finger to her lips and quickly turned around.

  'I'm going to sit on your face,' she said. 'First, though, you know I never wear panties under my jodhpurs, don't you? And so . . .'

  Tiffany had stuck her bottom out as she spoke, showing off the seat of her jodhpurs. They were truly tight, outlining not just the contours of her sweetly formed bottom but of her pussy too. She giggled and began to push her jodhpurs down at the back, gradually revealing her bare bottom, the neat freckled cheeks apart to show the tangle of ginger hair at her crotch, with her anus showing as a moist pink spot and her pussy lips pouting out from between her thighs.

  'You like to spank it,' she said, 'so I hope you like to lick it too.'

  'I . . . look, Tiffy . . .'

  'Hush, just do as you're told for once,' she said, pushing her jodhpurs down and off, taking her boots with them.

  She climbed onto the bed, cocking one leg across my body to spread her naked bottom over my face. My mouth came open by instinct, for all my unbearable shame.

  'Do it well, and I'll return the favour,' she promised. Then she sat down on my face.

  I'd tried to answer, to tell her that I'd do as I was told without expecting anything in return, but with her bottom in my face all I could manage was a muffled gulping noise.

  'Come on, Isabelle, lick,' Tiffany demanded. 'I know you want to, and I know you like it, because Portia told me. She told me you lick girls' bums, Isabelle, so do it for me.'

  As she spoke she wiggled her bottom, rubbing her pussy and her bumhole against my lips and nose. I couldn't stop myself. My tongue poked out, lapping between her sex lips to draw an ecstatic sigh from her above me. Again she wiggled her bottom, pressing herself firmly against my face, with her anus rubbing on the tip of my nose.

  'Lick my bottom, Isabelle,' she begged. 'Please lick my bottom. I'd do it for you—'

  She broke off with a moan as I gave in to her filthy demand – not that I'd had much choice. As she'd spoken she'd moved to bring her anus against my mouth, and I couldn't stop myself from doing it, sticking my tongue in up her rubbery little hole and filling my head with the taste of her.

  'That's nice,' she sighed. 'I knew you were a dirty girl underneath, Isabelle. Oh, yes, like that. Isn't it nice to lick, just to be friendly . . . and why not do it to each other's bottoms when it feels so nice . . .'

  Tiffany's voice trailed off to a sigh. I licked as best I could, eager to get my tongue as far up her bottom as it would go, but she'd lost control. She was squirming herself against me and purring like a cat, her bum full in my face so that all I could see was the twin curve of her little freckled cheeks rising above me. I could barely breathe, my mouth was full of the taste of her pussy and her bottom-hole, and she had me completely under her power. My thighs had come up and open, spreading my own sex for her, and I was wriggling my bottom against the soggy mess of the sheets where I'd wet myself.

  Tiffany gave a little whimper, said something I didn't hear, and suddenly the bedclothes had been jerked down, exposing me completely. Shame and self-pity welled up through my ecstasy as she saw what I'd done and gave a squeal of shock and disgust, but she kept her bottom firmly in my face, and her words were broken and urgent as she began to talk again.

  'Oh my God . . . you've wet yourself! You've wet yourself, Isabelle . . . Portia used to make me do that, and . . . and do it on me, but I'm not licking you like that, not like that . . . I don't want your pee in my mouth . . . I don't . . . oh God . . . fuck it, I have to.'

  As she spoke she went down, burying her face between my thighs. Her tongue found my pussy and she was licking with frenzied urgency, lapping up the taste from my cunt. I rolled up, crossing my legs to trap her body, my cunt now spread in her face and hers in mine, both of us licking, pussies and bottoms too. She licked my cane welts and licked my anus, even rubbing her face in the pee-soaked sheets, while I did my best to return the favour, lapping her the length of her pussy crease and on up to her bumhole.

  In no time I'd started to come, almost lost in ecstasy with Tiffany. But I was still conscious of the fact that had I not had my bottom smacked, not been caned and tied up, not been sent to bed in disgrace, and not got into such a tantrum over it all that I'd piddled in my bed, then I would never have known the moment of exquisitely filthy rapture that was now sweeping over me. Tiffany made it too, an instant later, and we came together with our mouths now pressed hard against each other's cunts for perfect mutual satisfaction. But as I came slowly down I was babbling my thanks not to her but to Eliza.

  Six

  Tiffany and I got away with it, but only just, and the aftermath was a nightmare. While the two of us were still head to tail Eliza called up to ask what was going on. Tiffany was forced to grab her clothes and make a run for the bathroom, from which she provided the highly undignified excuse that she'd got constipation. All I could do was wipe my face on the pillow and await my fate, which consisted of a brisk spanking with my face pushed into my wet sheets, being made to clean up my mess and remake the bed, then being sent down to Dr Treadle to apologise in
front of everybody before going over his knee for yet another spanking.

  All sorts of things had been going on while I'd been upstairs. Caroline was in the nude and she'd had her bottom caned, with what showed of her big pink cheeks as she nestled herself on Walter's lap stripy with stroke marks. Portia had been tied across the table and her blouse had been opened for hot wax to be dripped on her breasts by Jasmine, and she had apparently made an extraordinary fuss about submitting to her rival. Even Katie was bottomless, with two rosy cheeks showing behind as she served drinks, the result of a spanking from Duncan.

  My ideas of making Sarah or even Eliza submit as well had seemed impossibly inappropriate, and I'd been too exhausted to try anyway. Even being naked from the waist down seemed completely natural, as did having my bottom patted and my breasts touched, although all the while it was as if it wasn't really me it was happening to.

  It wasn't until the following morning that I was even roughly back to my normal self. But I could remember how I'd behaved, and how much pleasure I'd taken in what had happened to me. Katie was in bed with me, so I gave her a sound spanking and sat on her face in an effort to reassert myself, but that only went so far. I'd behaved like a brat about my punishment, and a complete slut too, letting everybody see how turned-on my spanking had made me, throwing a tantrum and then allowing Sarah and Tiffany to use me without so much as a whimper of complaint. That wasn't for me. That was for other girls: lovely girls, desirable girls, but still other girls.

  I needed some time alone to think, because my feelings were so confused. That was impossible while I was with Katie, and also during the week ahead because I was determined not to let my emotional state get in the way of my studies. There was also the issue of what I had promised Tierney, which was distracting to say the least. All week he seemed to be everywhere at once, around every corner in college, and even in town, so that I'd quickly begun to suspect that he was following me. Twice he suggested going to my room to have his cock sucked, and both times I managed to make an excuse rather than refusing outright.