by Felix Baron
He stood. She braced. The next blow fell an inch higher, quickly followed by a third, fourth and fifth. The shock of the rapidity of those cuts brought tears to her eyes but Wanda bit her lip. One foot came up off the ground as her leg bent in a protective reflex. She forced it back down. She would stand fast. She wasn’t going to struggle or cry out, no matter what.
‘Beautiful,’ he said. ‘I’m so proud of you.’
Wanda glowed. This was what she’d secretly dreaded and lusted after for a long, long time. Her fear had been that she wouldn’t be strong enough to endure the pain. Now it was happening. She was proving herself. Those hairy crocodiles would have to accept defeat.
When Henry started striping the cheeks of Wanda’s bottom, he alternated each stroke of the switch with long slow caresses. It was almost as though he could read her soul through the Braille of her welts. Flowers of pleasure-pain blossomed and spread … She could feel her own arousal dripping down the insides of her thighs. The sensations were agonising bliss. Even so, the pain was at her threshold. Wanda knew that, if she had to endure just a few more blows, she’d disgrace herself by crying, ‘Red.’
And he stopped. He told her, ‘I’m very proud of you, Wanda. You are a brave girl.’
That alone made all that she had endured worthwhile.
Wanda heard his zipper hiss. A hand steadied her on the small of her back. His erection nudged the lips of her sex. There was no resistance. Her body would have sucked him in, if it could. His shaft moved into her at a tantalising pace. It seemed to take forever before she felt the fabric of his jodhpurs press against her burning thighs. She was full.
He withdrew just as slowly, all the way out, so that she was totally void for eternal seconds before he made contact and fulfilled her once more. In deep. Out. In deep. His rhythm slowly accelerated until he was pounding furiously, heedless of her punished bottom. His arm wrapped around her. His fingers found her clitoris and strummed. His other arm reached up to caress the back of her neck and slide into her hair, where it became a fist that drew her head back mercilessly.
Wanda made little yelps. She had no choice. All self-control had left her. He commanded her, body and mind and soul. Flames of liquid lust engulfed her loins. She climaxed, once, twice, three times. During the inner convulsions of her third joyous explosion, she felt the flood of his male essence sluice into her most convoluted depths.
When Wanda woke, at dawn, her hands were still knotted between her thighs. They were sticky with her spending. There was no soreness or stiffness in her lower body. One day, she swore, there would be. That would be a glorious day.
Would it be as a result of Henry’s ministrations? She hoped so, but now she’d tasted the perverse pleasures of corporal punishment, even if only in a dream, if Henry failed to provide them for her, she’d simply have to find someone who would.
Oh! Had she really thought that?
Chapter Ten
Wanda lay in. Consuela sent a tray up but Wanda just nibbled at the bacon. There were tumultuous emotions she had to deal with, all inspired by her depraved dream. Did she or didn’t she want those terrible things in real life? If she did, what did that say about her? She’d known she was naughty for a long time but that sort of sex was beyond ‘naughty’. It was downright bad.
Still, enjoying pain and discipline in fantasy didn’t mean that she’d like it in reality. Or that she wouldn’t, come to that. Her laptop was in a drawer beside the bed. She’d record it all, in every shameful detail, and let Dr Sullivan sort her feelings out for her.
Lunch was an assortment of quiches, including one that was very garlicky, made with escargots, and a delish Waldorf salad.
Kitty asked Wanda, ‘Are you going to try the escargot quiche?’ When Wanda shook her head, Kitty declared that, in that case, neither would she.
That was interesting. When it was ‘both of us or neither’ for a garlic dish, it signalled imminent kissing, didn’t it? As if to confirm the notion, the mothers polished off that aromatic quiche between them.
When the cock is away, the hens will play?
The hypocritical mothers declared that they were off to the ‘swimming hole’ for the afternoon. The way they said it, they weren’t asking Wanda or Kitty for company. There’d be cowboys at the pool, Wanda assumed. If not, the mature women always had each other. Wanda was slowly getting used to the idea that her mother was not only a cougar, but she was also bisexual. It was nice that she still enjoyed sex, at her age, but she really should afford Wanda the same privilege, at hers.
As soon as Lucinda and Martha left the room, Kitty said, ‘I want to work on my tan. I’d love you to join me, Wanda.’
She’d ‘love her to’? That seemed significant.
‘We could let our hair down,’ Kitty continued. ‘Really get to know each other. Dish the dirt, no holds barred.’
That thought was a tad intimidating, but also very tempting. Wanda nodded and said, ‘Ten minutes?’
‘Fifteen.’
With no moms to worry about, Wanda chose one of her sexiest bikini bottoms. The catalogue had called it a ‘dental floss’. The name indicated that the back was no more than a single strand, worn between the cheeks, leaving them totally bare. In this case, the front didn’t cover much more. Wanda had been saving it for her honeymoon, but, to punish Henry, she’d wear it for the first time when she was alone with Kitty. Was that tempting Kitty, and fate? Perhaps. So? Kitty was here for her. Henry wasn’t. If ‘something’ happened, it would be on Henry’s head.
What did she mean by ‘something’? Wanda decided it was best not to think about that. Que sera sera!
When Wanda went through the door to the sunbathing area of the roof, Kitty was already there, in a bikini bottom that covered perhaps twenty-five per cent more of her mound than Wanda’s did of hers. There was an ice bucket on the table, with three large bottles of wine cooling.
Kitty looked Wanda up and down and said, ‘Yummy.’ She dragged a metal chair to the door and wedged it under the doorknob. ‘We don’t want to be disturbed, do we? Not by anyone.’
Wanda nodded, poured herself a glass of sparkly wine and took it to the same lounger she’d used before. Kitty took her same lounger, but it’d been moved. Now it was beside Wanda’s, parallel, not eighteen inches away. It wouldn’t be like they were sharing a lounger for two, but close to it. Kitty swallowed half of the contents of her glass and saluted Wanda. She said, ‘In vino veritas – there’s truth in wine. It’ll oil our tongues so that we can really get to know each other, intimately.’
How obvious a ‘come on’ was that! Wanda took a sip of wine and openly admired Kitty’s pert little tits. From the movement of her eyes, Kitty returned the compliment. They really should start to chat before the tension grew much more, but Wanda loved erotic tension so she decided to wait Kitty out.
‘You must be really suffering,’ the young woman finally said.
‘Suffering?’
‘Frustration? I’m no Sherlock Holmes but I know that you were called back early from your ride with Henry. Your hair was mussed. You had no lipstick on, even though your eyes were made up. Your jacket wasn’t buttoned right and your shirt hung out below it. Henry’s lips were much redder than usual. It all adds up to coitus interruptus – making out that didn’t come to a happy ending.’
Wanda shrugged. ‘What’s a girl to do?’
‘Masturbate?’
Wanda tried to look shocked but a giggle escaped.
Kitty reached under her lounger and pulled something out of her beach bag. It was ten inches of fluted plastic with a smooth lopsided head. How should Wanda react to that? When in doubt, look blank. Kitty obviously misunderstood the look.
‘It’s a vibrator – a toy cock.’
‘Oh?’ Best to play dumb and see where Kitty was headed with this.
‘It works,’ she was told. ‘Unlike some real cocks, it never fails to get you off.’
‘I see, I think.’
‘This is a new one, ju
st for you. I brought it just in case.’
‘In case I was frustrated?’
‘I know Henry and business. There’s always a chance he’ll go flying off, leaving a girl in suspense.’ She poured another glass. ‘Do you …? Would you …? I can show you how it works, if you like.’
Kitty had such a puppy-dog expression that Wanda almost laughed. It had taken Henry’s cousin a lot of courage to get to this point. It wouldn’t be nice to deny her acting out what seemed to be a fantasy that was important to her. Funny, with all Wanda’s erotic dreams, she’d never had one about watching another woman masturbate. This was different. As a rule, she fantasised about things that she’d never done but fancied. This would be a first for her – doing something for real that she’d never rehearsed in her mind.
‘Is it difficult?’ she asked, wide-eyed.
‘Not at all.’ Her face fiery with embarrassment, Kitty dug into her bag again. She produced another vibrator, identical to the one she’d given to Wanda. ‘One each.’
‘So you’ll show me and I copy you?’
‘If you’re up for it.’
‘I wonder if I am?’ Wanda mused. ‘Why don’t we try it and find out?’
‘Am I shocking you?’ Kitty asked, frowning.
‘Not yet. You can try to, if you’d like.’
‘We can’t do it properly with our bikini bottoms on.’
‘I suppose not. You first.’
Kitty, gazing across the narrow gap into Wanda’s eyes, tugged on the bow at her hip. The bitch took her time, pulling an inch, then two, then on the other loose end. Finally, the bow unravelled. The skimpy covering flopped, halfway exposing Kitty’s mound. It looked to Wanda as if the girl shaved it, or something. The baldness didn’t make her look any the less feminine. Perhaps more so.
Kitty lifted up, swiftly tugged the other bow undone and tossed her bikini bottom aside. ‘There,’ she said. ‘That’s me, absolutely and completely stark naked.’
‘You’re beautiful,’ Wanda told her.
‘Thanks. Your turn.’
Two can play at teasing. Wanda hooked her thumbs into the sides of her thong and pushed down on the right, then the left, peeling fabric off her mound a fraction of an inch at a time. Kitty bit her lower lip. When all that held the fabric in place was the cling of her pussy’s lips, Wanda raised both legs up high, toes pointed, posed for a second then bent her knees and whipped the garment away from under herself in one smooth motion. It dangled from one toe until Wanda flipped it aside.
‘And that’s me, also naked,’ she announced.
‘Ready?’
‘Nervous, of course,’ Wanda lied, ‘but as ready as I’ll ever be.’
‘These vibrators have two speeds,’ Kitty explained. She demonstrated by twisting the base of her toy. ‘Start slow, till you can’t stand it, then fast when you go for the finish.’
‘That makes sense. You promised you’d show me.’
‘It works best if you think about something sexy.’
Wanda made a show of letting her gaze wander over Kitty’s body. The girl arched in response, spreading her ribcage like an erotic fan, lifting those cute little breasts to point her nipples skywards.
Wanda asked, ‘Do I need to, when I’m already looking at something very sexy?’
Kitty’s eyes widened. ‘You like me “that way”?’
‘Who wouldn’t? If I wasn’t engaged to your cousin, I’d have been all over you by now.’
‘Oh. Now it’s you who is shocking me.’
‘In a bad way?’
‘Not at all. I just didn’t realise. I’ve been lusting after you since we met at that brunch.’
‘Mutual.’
‘What are we going to do about it, Wanda?’
‘Right now, you are going to teach me how to use a vibrator.’
‘Doing that, looking at each other while we both masturbate, you don’t count that as cheating on Henry?’
‘We aren’t touching, are we? Sisters get to see each other naked, don’t they? Even sisters in spirit?’
‘While masturbating?’ Kitty lifted an eyebrow.
‘I wouldn’t be surprised, knowing some sisters. So, when does this lesson start, Sis?’
Kitty rolled onto her back with her knees up and spread her thighs far apart. She turned the vibrator on low and ran its head from just above her right knee all the way to her groin.
‘I can’t see,’ Wanda complained.
‘Sorry.’ Kitty rolled to her side, facing Wanda. Her left knee stayed lifted. Her right leg drooped off the lounger.
Wanda followed suit. With just eighteen inches between the loungers, their dangling legs were perilously close, but not actually touching. That’s all that counted, right?
Kitty repeated trailing her vibrator up her leg. Wanda imitated her. It was interesting to get the chance to take a close look at another girl’s pussy. Wanda had only seen one before, and the light had been dim under the sheets. Kitty’s lips were a bit crinkly, where Wanda’s own came together smoothly. The wrinkles weren’t unattractive. It made them very feminine and perhaps a little more mature-looking than Wanda’s.
Kitty stroked those lips, where they met, with the tip of her toy. Pretending it was her first experience of that inanimate caress, Wanda did the same, and shivered. The shiver wasn’t put on. She’d done it before, with a similar plastic penis, but never with a very pretty girl watching her.
The lips of both pussies began to thicken and part.
‘Nice?’ Kitty asked.
‘Mm.’
‘Now we tease ourselves.’ Kitty drew the head of her vibrator up along the crease of her left groin, dawdled it across the lower curve of her tummy and down the right crease.
‘That feels nice,’ Wanda said as she copied.
‘Try this.’
Kitty applied the shivering plastic to her mound, just above where her sex’s lips met, and pressed.
‘Oh yes! I do like that! I can feel it all the way …’
‘To your clit? Inside your quim?’
‘Quim?’ Wanda asked.
‘It’s English for pussy. It’s a word I learned when I was on vacation in London last year. They’re a kinky lot, those Brits.’
‘Travel is broadening, I’ve heard,’ Wanda said.
‘Oh yes, the museums, the art, the theatres, all very mind-expanding.’
‘And the sex?’
‘I learned a thing or two.’
‘That you’ll teach me?’
‘That’s complicated. Let’s wait and see, OK?’
‘OK.’
Kitty was running her toy up and down the crease where her pussy’s lips met. They sighed apart as they engorged. Wanda felt that her own were doing the same.
‘Do we put them inside us?’ she asked.
‘Are you ready for that?’
‘I’m just following your lead.’
‘Wherever it takes you?’
‘Like you said, “Let’s wait and see.”’ Meanwhile, let’s turn the volume up, shall we?’
The slow penetration tensed Wanda’s legs, so that her dangling foot rose. Its instep fitted neatly into the smooth warm curve of Kitty’s arch. It felt good. They’d agreed ‘no touching’. Wanda thought about that. A foot caressing a foot didn’t count as really them touching, did it? If not, how about ankles? Knees? Thighs? Thigh-rubbing-on-thigh would definitely count as touching, so it was a slippery slope. Wanda had lots of willpower. She could limit herself to just foot contact. Of course she could. Easy.
With her foot definitely caressing Kitty’s, Wanda followed the girl’s lead by feeding plastic into herself low, where her sex’s lips met, then drawing it up to press on the underside of her pubic bone. Oh yes!
Kitty husked, ‘When you get to the head of your clit, you have to experiment a bit. It’s too intense for me, right on the button, so I fold my lip over, like this –’ she demonstrated ‘– and lay the vibe alongside, to my left. That way, it’s exactly right, and afte
r a little while … A little while …’ Her voice deepened. ‘It. Begins. To make. Me. Oh yes. Make me. Oh, fuck, Wanda, I can’t stand … You’re so lovely! Come with me, darling. I love you! Come with me!’
Kitty knotted at her belly and shivered. Wanda increased the pressure she was putting on her own clit. It’d be nice if they did climax simultaneously, though not vital.
Kitty arched up and virtually did the splits. Wanda tried hard to get there but her orgasm came after Kitty’s by a good ten seconds. Oh well, next time, maybe.
Exhausted, in a very nice way, Wanda flopped onto her back. There was a flash of light from the tower in the far corner of the ranch house. She told Kitty.
‘Oh fuck!’ was the response. ‘There’s an old telescope up there. It belonged to Henry’s dad. It’s ancient but pretty powerful. Someone’s been watching us.’
‘Hell! Who? I mean, who do you think?’
‘I don’t know but I know how to find out and, when I do, someone is going to be very sorry.’
‘So we can’t do this ever again?’ Wanda asked.
‘Sure we can. Anyway, this isn’t the only private spot in a thousand acres. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of the spy.’ She paused and frowned. ‘Wanda?’
‘Yes?’
‘What I said, back then …’
‘About loving me?’
‘Let me explain …’
‘No need. I love you too, Kitty, as a sister.’
‘Good. I didn’t want there to be any misunderstanding.’
Wanda levelled her gaze at her newly intimate friend. ‘I think we understand each other very well, Kitty, don’t you?’
Chapter Eleven
That night, while the moms watched game shows on TV and Wanda and Kitty read, Kitty passed Wanda a note. That made Wanda nervous. What would she do if it was a declaration of undying love? It’d be flattering but damned awkward.
In her bedroom, she read it.
Wanda, I have hatched a devious plot. Tomorrow, at breakfast, announce that you are going to spend the morning sunbathing again. It doesn’t matter if the moms offer to join you. I will myself, later. If you are alone, just put on the best show you can for our Peeping Tom. When I come up, I’ll knock 2-1-2. I’ll explain later.
