“Oh, Mr. Jack, have me, do me, then, but for God’s sake put down that dreadful rod!”
“Why, the sinful baggage,” Marion now played her role as my assistant even more delightfully than I could have hoped for even if I had coached her in advance. “Such presumptuousness, to offer herself so shamelessly and in my presence! She deserves no mercy, Jack, and if you are softhearted enough to spare her, I shall attend to her myself when we get home.”
“Oh no, no, ma’am. You don’t understand-I can’t bear such pain. It will kill me, surely it will. Oh, he’ll let me off if I let him have me, and I can’t stand it-I must-oh, please, ma’am, say you understand and forgive me that I can’t endure such torture,” Kay sobbed wildly. She turned her face imploringly over her shoulder towards her mistress.
“I think, Marion,” I said with false gentleness, for my voice was trembling already with desire, “that she has learned her lesson. I would put her on probation. Of course, a strict probation, with the understanding that if she once more offends you, her punishment will be even more severe. Won’t you excuse her from further birching this evening, now that she has shown herself to be humble and contrite?”
“Oh, very well. But all the same, the naughty hussy is getting off far too easily.”
I now turned my attentions to the sobbing redhead, who hung there in her bonds, exhausted and weeping, utterly distraught.
“Do I understand you fully, my girl?” I said. “In return for my sparing you any more cuts of the rod, you wish me to have you? You are aware, I take it, what such an offer implies.”
“Oh, yes! Do it and end my suffering. Do it!” she moaned.
“I had thought you much more chaste than this,” was my ironic comment. “Can it be that you are not the vaunted virgin your mistress and I believed you to be? Let us find out.”
With this, standing close to her, I put my hand lightly over the huddling, birch-warmed cheeks of her naked backside, and with my right forefinger probed between the twitching outer lips of Kay’s cunt She moaned and turned her face away, tears running down her face, as I pursued my inspection. Once past the inner lips which guarded the citadel of her love channel, I felt not the least obstruction, and this I announced to Marion.
“Why, she is not at all a virgin, my finger tells me!”
“You wanton little trollop!” Marion denounced her. “How comes this loss of virtue? Was it in my service? Answer, or I shall have Mr. Jack take the birch to you again, and it would be appropriate for him to punish you in the very place with which you have offended.”
I sent Marion a look of boundless admiration; she was a woman after my own heart, and it had come intuitively to her exactly how to speak and act during this voluptuous chastisement of her beautiful maid.
“Oh, I-I couldn’t help it, ma’am, truly I couldn’t.” Kay was crying like a naughty child who has been found out.
My forefinger remained in the depths of her cunny all the while, enjoying the most delicious sensations of her palpitations.
“He-he made me, ma’am. I couldn’t help myself, truly I couldn’t.”
“Who made you?” Marion demanded.
“Oh, don’t make me tell, please don’t!”
“I will cut the skin off your big backside, miss, if you don’t speak,” her mistress spiritedly rejoined.
“It was your-your h-husband, ma’am,” Kay groaned in a dying voice.
“Oh, the ignoble wretch! And then you had the gall to reproach me for not being a proper wife to that scoundrel,’’ Marion burst out enraged.
“Oh, forgive me, do forgive me, I’m so ashamed! Oh, have mercy!” Kay sobbed.
“I think we have had the truth at last, Marion,” I interposed. “And as I told you before, this dolt of a husband of yours was the chief protagonist of all your unhappiness. You are well rid of him. So this afternoon has not been without accomplishment, for I daresay you will bring home with you a wiser and more discreet servant-isn’t that so, my girl?”
“Oh y-y-yes, sir, she will never have reason to complain of me again. Please, won’t you untie me now? My b-b- bottom burns me so I can hardly stand it.”
“You are forgetting your generous offer to me a moment ago, which I am resolved to take advantage of,” I twitted her.
Unbuttoning my trousers, I liberated my massively swollen cock and stepped forward to service the delicious, naked redhead. I circled her quivering, creamy supple waist with my left arm, so she could not pull away, and then, using right thumb and forefinger, yawned apart the portals of her slit and introduced the tip of my bulging cock between them. Kay moaned and closed her eyes, as a long tremor swept her
Kay’s cunt was gloriously tight-yes, as tight as her mistress’s-and it was evident that even if Marion’s errant and boorish husband had taken her prize, he had not thoroughly acquainted her with the delicious art of fucking, for she gasped and wriggled like a true virgin when she felt my spear impale her to the hilt.
I lifted my hands to cup her bubbies now and to revel in their springy feel to my fingers, as I stood up against her, buried in her tight warm cunt, feeling the indescribably thrilling pulsations of that vaginal sheath which so snugly housed my rampant rod.
Suddenly Kay jerked and uttered a scream, turning her face back over her shoulders. Marion had taken up the birch, and resuming her stance behind her maid, laid a bold stripe across Kay’s already furiously striped hind quarters.
“Oww! Oh no, ma’am, please no morel I’m doing what he wants-you know I have to! Aiii-oh, sir, have her stop-I’m dying-oh, Lord, it’s too much,” Kay wailed as a second stroke of the rod danced over her shuddering hind quarters.
I was speechless with delight, for Marion had a flash of inspiration to furnish me with this memorable episode of whip-fucking. I had only to stand firmly and to cup Kay’s heaving bubbies, while under Marion’s inspired cuts, the naked captive procured for me the maximum of sensations in her sporadic heavings and wrigglings; and in her frenzied gyrations each time the birch cut across her backside, her weavings, she directed upon my aching cock the most exciting of frictional caresses, so it was not long before I uttered a cry and, digging my fingers into those welted nether globes of hers, spared her further damage by the birch as I deluged her warm tract with a bubbling drench of spunk.
Chapter 16
When at last I withdrew my limpened weapon from Kay’s dripping, contracting lovesheath, the lovely redhead hung in her bonds, violently shuddering in aftermath. The birching had drawn her very near to climax, as I could tell by the significant flexions of her naked, long, creamy thighs and the moans and sighings which made her beautiful, perky bubbies rise and fall with the most desultory of rhythms.
“I rather think we may now extend the laurel wreath of forgiveness to this naughty girl,” I said languidly to my beautiful brunette mistress, “and in token of this new enlightened state of harmony which I trust will exist between you two henceforth, it is only meet that you give her the kiss of peace and bring her to pleasure.”
“Why, whatever do you mean, dear Jack?” Marion enthusiastically demanded as she came to stand beside me and to stare greedily at the quivering nakedness of her servant.
I whispered into Marion’s ear, and she gasped and blushed, flashing me a dewy look which bespoke a considerable lascivious eagerness.
“Oh, I should never dare,” she whispered, but her eyes were dancing to belie that negation.
I took my handkerchief out and mopped Kay’s cunt, at which the naked sufferer squirmed and moaned and wriggled again, obviously just on the verge of the appeasement which the whipping and the fucking had procured.
“It will bind the two of you closer together, Marion,” I hinted, “and this evening you may discover that though no husband is on hand to grace and warm your bed, your maid will be only too eager to render you sweet service.”
Marion gasped, as her eyes widened. Then with a soft, husky giggle, she murmured, “What a naughty idea!
