Bait In the Trap

by Monica Belle

  Chapter Two

  I WENT BACK TO bed and didn’t surface again until nearly noon, waking to find the sun high and brilliant, the day hot and still. Julian was gone, the house empty, and while he’d left a note, it was pretty cryptic, saying that he’d gone to fool the geneticists. While I was attempting to puzzle it out over a cup of coffee Vanessa arrived, gave me some new brochures, told me off for still being in my robe at midday, informed me that we had another coach party that afternoon and returned to the gatehouse. I’ve always been quite good at accepting criticism, or I like to think so, taking on board what’s been said instead of getting resentful, but this time I found being told off really quite exciting, and not so much in spite of it being unfair, but because it was unfair.

  Inevitably I found myself imagining a rather different visit, when instead of rushing in and out of the house in a matter of minutes she’d given me a good spanking for being so lazy before putting me on my knees to lick her to ecstasy as I contemplated the injustice of my punishment. It was rude – too rude to resist – and accompanied by only a little guilt, even when I’d brought myself to orgasm sitting at the kitchen table and not only imagining the scene but half hoping, half dreading that she’d come back, catch me playing with myself and make the fantasy a reality.

  There was still no sign of Julian, and I realised that I was probably going to have to take the coach party alone. That no longer bothered me. If anything it was a challenge, and it was also exciting, because they could hardly fail to see our now dried arrangement of hoof and foot prints. Hopefully some would draw the conclusion that a girl had been chased down, caught and fucked by some diabolic creature, and that that girl was me. Or so I thought.

  They didn’t even notice; admiring the house, the view, discussing Lady Howard, John Aylsham and the sensation of dread with real interest and enthusiasm, but while standing on the very spot I’d been put on my knees and fucked just a few short hours earlier. I tried my best to lead them without being obvious, but they didn’t even manage to find the folly. They were random tourists and had no particular interest in ghosts or the occult, but I was still left astonished at how unobservant they were.

  The rest of the week followed much the same pattern, with plenty of visitors but none of them inclined to take the bait. A few seemed to notice the marks we’d left and several discovered the folly as they walked in the grounds, but not one seemed unusually interested, let alone disturbed. Julian thought this was because if anybody noticed evidence of satanic rituals they were hardly likely to alert the Satanists themselves – meaning us – to the discovery, but I wasn’t so sure. He would spend a couple of hours each evening surfing the net in an effort to find comments, but while there was quite a lot out there, it was all mundane. Plenty of people were discussing the mysterious sense of dread and the Hall in general, but if anybody had worked out the implication of the prints or the state of the altar they were making an excellent job of keeping it to themselves.

  We soothed our growing frustration with plenty of wine and plenty of sex, often taken together in the folly. More and more we would talk as we made love, and I now felt I could tell Julian anything, as no matter how outrageous my fantasies, he seemed to approve. He also spanked me, three times in the week, never as hard as the first, but always in some way guaranteed to really bring out my feelings. On the first occasion it was over the altar, with me bent across the top, my hands gripped to the far side with my black dress rolled up and my knickers pulled down. I could see out across the fields towards the river as he spanked me, with the masts and aerials of boats moving beyond the bank, so that if anybody happened to be standing on the roof of their cabin, or if a particularly large cruiser passed there was a chance that they would see. The second time was less risky, but done in a new and deeply humiliating position. Instead of putting me across his knee or making me bend over something, Julian had me strip, then put me on the kitchen table with my legs held up and my bottom sticking out as if I was having a nappy changed, with every intimate detail of my pussy and bottom on show as I was first spanked and then entered. The third time was more alarming still, and more arousing. Vanessa had arranged a meeting for ten o’clock in the drawing room of the Hall, and with just five minutes to go before she arrived, Julian suddenly hauled me over his knee, whipped up my dress, pulled down my panties and spanked me, ignoring my desperate protests. He had my bare bottom towards the door, and I was in a genuine state, struggling furiously and bright crimson with embarrassment, certain she would walk in at any second. He kept going until he heard the front door open, and I only just managed to cover myself up, which left me flustered and horny for the rest of the morning until we were finally alone and Julian was able to take advantage of the state he had put me in. I still felt guilty about what I was doing, but I’d learnt an important secret: that it was much easier to enjoy it if I didn’t have to ask but simply let Julian decide when, where and how it happened.

  He kept teasing me, threatening to get Vanessa involved, but I knew he was only doing it because it made me horny. On the Friday I made a bit of a mess of the tour, starting off a few minutes early, so that another five people turned up after I’d set off and ended up going to the gatehouse to find out what was going on. Vanessa was all sweetness and light at the time, telephoning me to wait and bringing them down Black Dog Lane herself, but I knew she’d talked to Julian and I expected to be told off when she came over in the morning.

  She was smartly dressed even by her standards, in a lightweight cotton suit, a white blouse, expensive heels and stockings, while she’d put her hair up too, which made her seem severe. I’d been working outdoors, and was still in badly worn jeans and an old top, which left me feeling a complete scruff as I came into the drawing room to find her frowning at a sheath of papers with Julian sitting opposite looking inscrutable. Vanessa didn’t waste any time.

  ‘Yesterday, Chloe, you set off early. That caused a great deal of inconvenience.’

  ‘I know. I’m sorry.’

  ‘Sorry isn’t good enough. I expect you to do the job you are paid for, properly.’

  She was being harder with me than I’d expected, and a sick feeling had begun to rise in my throat as I wondered if she was about to sack me. I wanted to be at Candle Street Hall more than anything else in the world and I was babbling immediately.

  ‘I’m really sorry, Vanessa ... Lady Aylsham, it won’t happen again, I promise it won’t. Don’t fire me, please, I ...’

  I stopped, because her expression had changed from stern and humourless to a small smile, cruel and amused.

  ‘I’m not going to sack you, you silly girl. I’m going to spank you.’

  Her words hit me like one of the slaps she intended to give me, an appalling shock of outrage and humiliation. Another instant and I’d realised they’d set me up, Vanessa and Julian between them, but the damage was done. Anger, a choking sense of shame and another of self-pity flooded through me, along with relief that I wasn’t to be sacked and a weak-kneed arousal I was utterly helpless to prevent even as I turned on Julian.

  ‘You bastard!’

  He refused to break role.

  ‘I think it’s fair, Chloe.’

  Vanessa was quick to agree.

  ‘Entirely fair and, frankly, I expect it will do you a lot of good.’

  My words came as weak as my body felt.

  ‘Do me good?’

  Julian nodded.

  ‘Yes. You’ll enjoy it, but it will still be a punishment, won’t it?’

  I nodded, because we both knew full well it was true, and that I wanted it from Vanessa almost more than I did from him. Only he shouldn’t have told her, and I was on the edge of tears as I stood there fidgeting with my fingers, too proud and angry to give in to my deeper feelings and crawl across Vanessa’s lap for the spanking I so badly needed. And they were right. It would undoubtedly do me the world of good. She had no such qualms, reaching up to take me by the wrist and draw me gently down onto the sofa.r />
  ‘Come on, Chloe, over my knee you go.’

  Her grip wasn’t even hard, but I went, unable to resist the pressure as I was put into position across her lap, my chest and legs resting on the soft material of the sofa, my hips across her lap to lift my bottom into spanking position. I’d given in, unable to fight save with words as she set about preparing me.

  ‘Lift up a little. I need to undo your jeans.’

  ‘No, Vanessa, not my jeans, please ... oh come on, no ...’

  Despite my protests I’d lifted my hips a little more, to allow her to tweak the button of my jeans open and draw down my zip. I felt my waistband go loose, and then the jeans were being tugged down over my bottom to reveal the slightly tattered pair of white panties I’d thrown on that morning for my outside work. Inevitably Vanessa noticed, and commented.

  ‘You really are a little tramp, aren’t you, Chloe?’

  I shook my head, a pathetic effort at defiance. She’d got my jeans right off my bottom, halfway down my thighs, no doubt to make sure everything showed, and as she spoke again I realised that it was going to.

  ‘I think we’d better have these panties down too, don’t you?’

  ‘No!’

  She’d taken hold of my knickers, but my plaintive wail of distress only made her laugh and I didn’t even have enough fight left in me to try and hold them up as the tiny scrap of cotton was peeled slowly down over my bottom. Like my jeans, she took them down all the way, leaving both garments tangled together around my lower thighs and my bottom bare and ready for spanking. I knew my pussy showed behind as well, and that they could both see, adding a new horror to the sense of shame that was threatening to choke me.

  I threw Julian what was supposed to be a withering glance, but obviously came across as nothing more than consternation for the position I was in. His response was to squeeze his crotch.

  ‘You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, you bastard?’

  ‘Naturally.’

  I meant to answer, but my words broke off in a gasp as Vanessa’s hand found my bottom – not a smack, but a caress. For the first time in my life another woman was touching my bottom, and there was little or no pretence that it was for my discipline. It was gentle, intimate, her long, delicate fingers stroking my cheeks and squeezing gently to feel the texture of my flesh. I hadn’t thought it was possible to feel more ashamed of myself than I already did, but the truth was that lying bare bottom across her lap had been a mere prelude to the new and agonising emotion as I struggled not to enjoy what she was doing, and lost. A soft moan escaped my lips and I’d given myself away completely. At that she stopped, laughed, and laid a single gentle smack across both my cheeks. It was too nice to resist, pure and simple, and she didn’t stop, slapping my bottom just hard enough to bring home the full implications of being given a bare-bottom spanking across her knee, but not to hurt. Again a moan escaped my lips, and before I could stop myself I was sticking my bottom up for more. She gave a sudden peel of laughter and the next slap wasn’t gentle at all, but delivered with the full strength of her arm. I yelped and bucked in sudden pain, but she caught me around the waist and laid in, slapping hard at my cheeks, yet still laughing and talking as she spanked me.

  ‘You do enjoy it! I wasn’t sure. I really wasn’t sure. I thought maybe Julian was just trying to get his rocks off by having me spank you, but you really do like it, don’t you? Oh, you lovely little tart!’

  Her words hurt almost as much as the slaps, and I couldn’t hold back my response to either – hot, shame-filled tears bursting from my eyes as my body wriggled and squirmed in her grip, my hair flying and my legs drumming on the sofa, no more dignified than when I’d been across Julian’s knee, and even less reserved. I couldn’t even stop myself from bucking up and down, and I knew my cheeks were coming apart to show off my anus and give them an even better view of my pussy, which was wet. Julian could see, and he was trying not to laugh at me but massaging his cock through his trousers at the same time, provoking a fresh burst of battered feelings for all that I’d never wanted him inside me so badly as at that instant.

  Vanessa was enjoying herself too, watching him as she spanked me and now pausing occasionally to stroke my bottom. I tried to resist my feelings, but they knew, and when Vanessa finally let go of my waist I made no effort to get up. She wasn’t finished with me anyway, but had an additional humiliation planned, her hands moving to the hem of my top. I knew immediately that I was going to have my breasts laid bare, and that once they were out it would remove any last illusion that my spanking was anything other than sexual.

  ‘I’ve always wanted to get a proper look at these. They’re so big! Lift up, Chloe.’

  As she spoke she had tugged my top up to the underside of my breasts, and for all my feelings I found myself obeying her. I took my weight on my elbows, leaving my breasts hanging heavy beneath my chest as she first took my top right up under my armpits and then jerked up the cups of my bra, spilling my boobs out, naked. She grabbed one, feeling my size and weight, her fingers rubbing on my already stiff nipple until I’d begun to shiver and moan for her touch.

  ‘Very big, and so soft and heavy. I’m not surprised you get off on her, Julian. She’s lovely, and such a slut.’

  She went back to spanking me, still fondling my breasts as she slapped at my bottom, alternating the smacks with caresses, and her fingers were getting very, very intimate. I couldn’t stop her. I couldn’t even bring myself to protest, lost in the pain and pleasure and shame of what was being done to me, so that when she finally went completely beyond the bounds of decency and began to tickle my anus all I could manage was a feeble sob even as I lifted my bottom for her attention. Julian swallowed hard as he saw that Vanessa had a finger between my cheeks, and the next moment he’d pulled his cock out.

  Vanessa gave an approving purr and continued with my spanking, watching Julian as he nursed his rapidly growing erection. I was lost, theirs whatever they wanted to do with me, just so long as I wasn’t left out. When Julian came over I simply opened my mouth, allowing him to feed his cock in and sucking eagerly as Vanessa continued to spank me and tickle between my cheeks. Never had I done anything so dirty, sucking my boyfriend’s cock while another woman smacked my bottom, and I knew that it would only take a few touches before I surrendered myself to the final degradation and came under their attention.

  I just couldn’t stop them. When Julian sat down so that my head was in his lap I went back to sucking, more eager than ever. He took over with my breasts, leaving Vanessa with both hands free, one to smack my bottom and one to tease my bumhole and, at last, my pussy. I was already lost, sticking my bottom up and wriggling against her hand as she began to masturbate me. Both of them were laughing to see my helpless ecstasy as I squirmed and wiggled, my head bobbing up and down in my desperation for Julian’s cock as my bottom cheeks bounced to the slaps of Vanessa’s hand and her fingers worked their magic on my cunt.

  When I finally came it was almost too much, every dirty detail of what I’d been put through coming together in my head to make for an orgasm so powerful I nearly passed out – and as a final, filthy touch, Julian came in my mouth at the very highest peak of my ecstasy. It lasted longer than I could possibly have imagined as well, wave after wave of pleasure in what seemed an endless series of shuddering peaks in time to the hard, rhythmic spanks and the motion of her fingers. As Julian’s cock finally slipped from my mouth I was still there, crying out his name, and hers, begging to be spanked harder and promising I would do anything to thank her for what she’d done.

  I meant it too, while I was coming, but when she’d finally stopped masturbating me and my shivers had died away I got my reaction with a vengeance, guilt and self-pity welling up inside me, for all that Julian had taken me in his arms and was stroking my hair and whispering into my ear as he soothed me. Vanessa waited, but not long, maybe just over a minute before she spoke up.

  ‘Come on, no nonsense, Chloe. You’ve had yours, so it�
�s time you gave me mine. Lick me.’

  Julian released me and I turned to find that she’d tugged her skirt up and opened her blouse, leaving her small firm breasts and her sex covered only by a bra and panty set of dove grey silk. Her nipples were stiff, her panties moist at the crotch, while there was a wild look in her eyes. I shared a glance with Julian and he spoke up.

  ‘I’ll do it. I don’t mind, if you’d rather not, Chloe?’

  I shook my head.

  ‘No. I don’t want you to.’

  I really had no choice, or so I was telling myself. It was either give in to Vanessa, or let Julian do it, and that I couldn’t stand. So down I went, full of shame and embarrassment as I got onto my knees between another woman’s thighs for the first time in my life, my hot, red bottom stuck out behind, my bare breasts lolling forward. Vanessa gave a complacent nod, as if she’d known all along that I’d give in, then pulled her panties aside. She was shaved, her pussy smooth and neat, scented with something expensive that didn’t come close to masking the aroma of excited woman. I swallowed, leaned close and I was doing it, my tongue lapping at another woman’s sex, a woman who’d just spanked me and brought me to orgasm under her fingers.

  Julian was watching too, denying me even the modesty of having my first lesbian experience in private. He’d watched me spanked and now he was watching me lick, and before I really knew it my bad feelings had changed to good, my shame now a pleasure. My hand went back and I was playing with myself as I licked, deliberately masturbating for the pleasure of being made to bring Vanessa to orgasm, and as my feelings rose once more my inhibitions fled. I rose up on my knees, cuddling her to kiss and lick at her nipples, and her mouth.