The Persian Girl

by Felix Baron

  ‘Often, a girl who has merited a spanking will be fully clothed. We will pretend that Jia Li is wearing a dress and a pair of drawers. Are you ready, Jia Li?’

  She nodded eagerly.

  I strode to her, took her by the nape and marched her to an upright chair. I sat with my left knee pointing straight ahead and my right turned down and aside. ‘Note the positions of my legs.’ I pulled Jia Li down over my left thigh. ‘Now, I can trap her thighs.’ My right leg crossed over both of hers, just above her knees. ‘You see how she is contributing? If she had started kicking before I had her pinned, she could have fallen or have been harmed. Now, now that I have her safe, she can present a pretty picture of a maiden in distress by flailing her legs from her knees down. Be careful, though. Never kick harder than the man can cope with.’

  ‘In your case, that means as hard as she can,’ Chiku guessed.

  ‘Not all men who spank are as large as I am.’

  Jia Li kicked, but not vigorously.

  ‘To pretend to protest “with feeling” a girl might reach behind herself, trying to cover her bottom with her hands. This gives the man a chance to grab her wrists and pin them to the small of her back.’ I demonstrated, with Jia Li’s assistance. ‘If, however, the girl is more in the mood to “surrender,” she will keep her arms down but hollow her back, raising her head. That is a signal to the man to take hold of her hair.’ I released Jia Li’s wrists and wrapped her long black hair around my fist. A pull on it bent her backwards.

  With doubt in her voice, Tara said, ‘So she is signalling to him, telling him what she’d like him to do.’

  ‘Exactly. That’s what seductive women do – give hints to men about what they’d like – even about things they want to be forced to do against their protests. A siren can be so subtle that she makes her men think that they are doing what they want to do, when it’s really her initiatives.’

  Iola frowned, as if finding the concept hard to grasp.

  I continued, ‘Now I lift Jia Li’s skirts …’ I mimed doing so. ‘… and pull her undergarment down to her knees. Now her legs are tangled. I am free to admire her bottom at my leisure.’ I stroked and squeezed Jia Li’s smooth firm haunches. ‘I am not only enjoying caressing her, as she is happy to be caressed, but I am teasing her. It is a paradox of spanking that even girls who adore having their bottoms tanned are nervous about it at this stage. Jia Li, are you scared?’

  She nodded as best she could with my hand in her hair.

  ‘Are you also thrilled?’

  ‘Please?’ she whimpered.

  ‘Please start or please don’t start?’

  ‘Yes. Both. I want it. I’m frightened of it.’

  I smiled at my class. ‘Strange, isn’t it?’ My fingers squeezed Jia Li’s flesh. ‘She craves what she fears. Right now, there’s a knot in her tummy.’ I lifted my hand. Jia Li tensed. Her sleek little bum clenched. I stroked it some more. She slowly relaxed. I gave her right cheek its first swift whack, not hard but not gentle, either.

  ‘As you saw, I waited for her to become calm and for her muscles to soften. If you are over a man’s knee, as she is, and want him to get on with it, that’s what he is waiting for.’

  I asked Jia Li, ‘Do you like to count?’

  She shook her head. ‘Can’t.’

  ‘Some girls like to count each slap out loud. Some can’t keep track after the first few blows. I’m going to give Jia Li thirty, unless she stops me by calling out “enough”. No girl should accept a spanking without having a way to ask for it to stop.’

  Jia Li’s cheeks twitched.

  ‘She’s impatient. We won’t keep her waiting.’ I slapped again, clipping alternate cheeks, keeping up a steady rhythm. ‘This is painful for her,’ I said. ‘It always is at first. She’s enduring it and wondering why she was so silly as to volunteer but there comes a time, about – now – when the hot glow penetrates and spreads and becomes intense pleasure.’

  Jia Li was writhing and sobbing. Her breath came in short gasps.

  ‘She’s really enjoying that?’ Tara asked.

  Still slapping, I asked Jia Li, ‘Shall I stop?’

  ‘No, no, no, no, no!’

  ‘You see?’ I vocalised the end of my mental count, ‘Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!’

  Jia Li wailed and humped her blushing bottom up at me.

  ‘She’s desperate for more, poor girl. She could likely climax from it if I went on long enough.’ I flipped Jia Li over, releasing and trapping her legs once more, and bent her backwards over my knee until her head brushed the floor. My hand forced her knees apart, exposing a swollen clit and an engorged and saturated cunny.

  ‘Maria, she needs your tongue.’

  The Spanish girl knelt at our feet, parted Jia Li’s nether lips and set her mouth to work.

  ‘Now I want you all to pair off. Decide between you who gets the first spanking. You’d better agree on how many slaps before you start. Any questions?’

  Elsa said, ‘There’s nine of us now. Who gets left out?’

  ‘I think that you do. You know how to spank, don’t you?’

  ‘Of course.’

  ‘And you’d find it very difficult to let yourself be spanked. If you were, you’d get no more pleasure from it than I would, right?’

  ‘Thank you, Richard.’

  At that moment Jia Li’s little shiver told us that she’d climaxed. I picked her up and carried her to the divan. ‘Come here, Elsa. Jia Li needs more than one climax. I imagine that watching me spank her has made you horny?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Then you two can comfort each other for the rest of this lesson. Don’t forget to be masterful and demanding, Elsa. She needs that.’

  Fatima looked at my cock and asked me, ‘What about you, Richard? Don’t you need …?’

  ‘I can wait,’ I said, hoping it was true.

  They paired off quite quickly, no one objecting to anyone else. Of course, there were natural pairs. Asp and Hanna seemed to have taken quite a fancy to each other, perhaps because of Hanna’s services as a translator, perhaps because they could converse without the others understanding. Fatima and Maria were old friends. Chiku was having fun teaching Tara the Sapphic arts so that left Asuka and Iola as the last pair by default.

  I wandered around my ‘classroom’ adjusting a knee here and directing a hand there, alert for any real cries of pain. There were none, but the sights, sounds and aromas stimulated my senses so intensely that my lust became unbearable. If the statue of Lilith had been made of anything softer than bronze, I’d have ravaged her then and there.

  Tara, she who boasted of accommodating three men at a time, rolled off Chiku’s knee with both hands clutching at her own groin. ‘Holy fuck!’ she groaned. ‘Me sainted Mother would never believe it. Who’d have thought a bum-beating could make a girl so horny? Do me, someone. In the name of all that’s unholy, somebody do me.’

  Nothing fuels my passion like the knowledge that a girl is consumed by lust. Tara’s pleas fanned my fires. I strode to her and gathered her up in my arms, facing away from me, warm soft bum pressed against my belly, and carried her to where Adam stood with his bronze shaft stiff and ready.

  Tara soon understood my intent. ‘You’re as twisted as me Da’s shillelagh, Richard,’ she told me.

  ‘Lucky for you that I am.’ I heaved her up at Adam. She spread her thighs wide to greet his metal cock. Her arms wrapped around his bronze neck. With a little manoeuvring, we lined up her cunny with his prong. She sank down, impaling herself. Her hips began to pump. I stilled them. ‘You like more than one man at a time, don’t you?’

  She nodded. I mounted Adam’s plinth, guided my staff up between her plump rosy buttocks, and thrust. The metal member that filled her cunny rendered her back passage doubly tight. I surged up for half my length and paused, in case I was hurting her.

  ‘Do it, fuck you,’ she shrieked.

  I gave her the rest of my shaft. It felt strange, fucking again
st the thick metal column’s resistance, but lust overcomes all. I pounded into her. She was unable to move much, being doubly impaled, but Tara was very vocal. There was no mistaking her joyous cries when she climaxed, nor her continued desire when she called out, ‘Don’t fucking stop, you fucking English fucking bastard! Don’t you dare stop!’

  It was my thrusts that were sliding her up and down Adam’s member, so, in effect, I was rogering her from the front and from the back at the same time.

  Reverting to her native Gaelic, Tara screamed, ‘Taim ag teacht!’

  I’m not conversant with the language but I recognised ‘I’m coming!’ One happy holiday that I’d spent in County Cork, when I was but a lad, there’d been a parlour maid … But that’s another story.

  Now that Tara had warned me of her climax, I forced my thrusts to judder to a stop and caught her before she collapsed. I admit that although I lifted Tara off Adam’s unyielding pole with great tenderness, I couldn’t resist a few more grinds into her bottom as I did so.

  We paused in our studies for lunch. Halfway through our meal, a pretty bare-chested lad with gilded curls made a delivery to the eunuchs. I sent Tara to collect it. The girls gathered round as excited as though it were Christmas. The Child had kept her word. Everything I’d asked for, she’d provided.

  I gave Maria her blasphemous rosary and cross. ‘May I borrow your chemises, for now?’

  She nodded as she tied her toy about her slim waist.

  Asuka got her fan back but was more excited by the lengths of silken cord I set aside, in two thicknesses and three colours – gold, green and blue. I forgave The Child for not having crimson on hand. I was sure she’d done her best. Jia Li’s eyes widened when she saw the English riding crop in black leather, with a nice long loop at the whippy end. I gave it a swish, just to see gleeful anticipation light up her face. They all eyed the double-dildo, two eight-inch ivory cocks joined in a shallow ‘V’, but I set it aside.

  ‘Today we will learn about the Elephant and the Sparrow,’ I announced.

  ‘Which fucks which?’ Tara asked, grinning.

  ‘They’re two different positions,’ I explained. ‘First, the Sparrow. If a man takes you in this way, be grateful. It’s strenuous.’ I knelt on a cushion, sitting back on my heels.

  Iola was the one who most liked to be watched, so I beckoned her, even though she wasn’t the lightest. ‘Sit on my cock, facing me, legs beside my hips,’ I told her. She sank on to my shaft easily. To the best of my recollection, I never touched one of my girls but she was already wet. It must have been the erotic ambience that governed their mood.

  ‘Fingers locked behind your head. Lean forward and rest your cheek on my shoulder.’ My arms went under her splayed legs, lifting them. I gripped her sides just below her armpits. With her only supports her bottom on my thighs, my cock in her cunny and my arms under her knees, I raised and rocked her.

  ‘Mm,’ she said. ‘This is nice. What do I do?’

  ‘Absolutely nothing. Just relax and enjoy.’

  Tara asked Iola, ‘How does it feel, that mighty pole slow-fucking into you? Is it good? Is he stretching you deep? Look at him, the great handsome ox of a man. He’s strong enough to do you like this for hours. Is that bit of gold around his cock doing lovely things to your clit? You want him deeper? You want him to fuck you so hard he bruises your cunny? Do you?’

  Iola bit her lip and tossed her head. Tara’s obscenities were affecting her. I bounced on my calves, lifting Iola’s bottom clear off my thighs and slamming her down again.

  ‘You’re going to spend, Iola,’ Tara said. ‘Can you make like Hanna, a great wet gush, a fountain of it? Can your cunny clutch at Richard’s cock?’

  I heaved fully up on my knees, flinging Iola so high my cock almost came out of her. I dropped back as she descended so that she landed in my lap with a loud squelch. Iola might not be able to rival Hanna for wetness, but her cunny was oozing enough for any man’s needs.

  It was Hanna who continued Tara’s obscene encouragement. ‘I want to graze on her watercress when she has spent and you are done, please Richard? I’m sure she’s delicious.’

  I nodded. Hanna’s request, that she be allowed to lick the dew from Iola’s cunny, seemed to trigger the Greek girl. She let out a long moan, punctuated by grunts as my thrusts rocked her, and relaxed, sated.

  I lifted her off my rigid erection and set her down, thighs spread wide for Hanna’s convenience. As I climbed to my feet, I said, ‘We’ll get to the Elephant a little later, when my back has recovered. Asuka, pick which cords you would like me to bind you with.’

  The greedy little bitch fetched them all. I was by no means a master of nawa shibari but all Englishmen love fooling around on boats, so I knew how to tie a knot. It’s simple common sense not to cut off a girl’s circulation or tie anything around her neck. I managed a fair approximation of the way Asuka had been bound when I’d met her and stepped back to admire my own work. Her breasts extruded between the cords above and below them, as they had before. The bonds that bracketed her mound weren’t quite as tight so I made some adjustments. Everyone, except Hanna, Tara and Iola, watched. Those three had formed a triangle on the floor, each with her face between another’s thighs.

  Asuka gave me a look that told me, very politely, that she wasn’t satisfied. I took the hint. A double slip-noose drew her elbows back until they touched. I wrapped her arms down from there, each turn close enough to the one before that no skin showed between them. When I reached her wrists and tied off I still had cord dangling and no means of cutting it, so I drew it down between the cheeks of her bottom, parted the lips of her cunny to run it in that soft wet slot and had just enough still left that by stretching the cord taut, I could tie it to the line that crossed her belly, three inches below her navel.

  Asuka gave a little wriggle, testing her bonds to see if they were uncomfortable enough for her liking. Apparently they were, for she beamed and honoured me with a little bow.

  ‘The Elephant?’ Maria reminded me.

  ‘I hadn’t forgotten. This one is easy on the man, so if your lover is feeble or simply tired, you might want to suggest it. Traditionally it is performed on the floor, on cushions or pillows, but I’m feeling lazy. Maria, up on the table with you.’

  She almost leaped on to the flat surface. Her heavy cross clunked on the polished surface. I arranged her, on her side, knees bent up to her breasts, with her bottom and cunny just projecting over the edge. With her legs tightly together, the treat between her thighs was squeezed to protrude backwards. I slid my shaft into it.

  ‘Twist your upper body towards me and lean up on one elbow,’ I instructed. ‘It’s important to look into your lover’s eyes and show him your adoration.’

  ‘Even if you don’t adore him,’ Elsa added.

  ‘It’s even more important then.’ I gave Maria a couple of slow strokes. ‘Maria, you may use your free hand to diddle yourself. This position is very pleasant for the man but isn’t likely to take the girl to her climax.’

  Fatima peered closely at where my shaft was pistoning into Maria. ‘You could bugger her in this position, couldn’t you, Richard?’

  ‘Like this?’ I pulled all the way out and re-entered Maria between the cheeks of her bottom.

  She grunted. ‘Yes. That’s different. I like that, a lot. Do me hard, Richard.’

  I put one hand flat on the small of her back and gripped her thigh with the other. My hips jerked, faster and faster.

  ‘Perhaps you will come this time, Richard,’ Fatima urged from close behind me. Her hand, between my parted thighs, toyed with my swaying sac and encouraged me further. ‘Help him,’ she called to the others.

  I was touched by their response. The Sapphic triangle on the floor broke up. Hanna, standing to my left with a breast pressed to my arm, whispered, ‘Please come, Richard. I so want to taste your hot cream.’

  Tara, on my right, told me, ‘Fill the Spanish whore! Flood the bitch’s tight little bu
m-hole.’

  Asp made a long leg and mounted the table with one lithe step. Standing astride Maria’s head, she trust her pubes at me, parted her cunny’s petals and finger-fucked herself. ‘Come when I do, Richard! We’ll spend together!’

  No man could ask for more encouragement than those girls gave me, but to no avail. Maria climaxed three times, making very sure that I knew how wonderful each spasm was for her.

  As I’d said, it was an easy position for a man to roger in, but even so, my back gave out before my lust was released. With a sigh, I staggered back and sank into a chair. Iola’s mouth was on me almost before my rump hit the seat. My class was determined to make their tutor happy, but a gong sounded, and our day was done.

  On the way back to my cell, I asked Kashk, ‘In the late evening, a gong sounds and then a little after, there’s another. What for?’

  ‘You needn’t worry. You’re always snug in bed by then, safe behind bars. The gongs sound for us, not you. The first is a warning, to get behind closed doors. The second signals that her two cousin-wolves are loose in the corridors. Anyone they find, they eat.’ He grinned. ‘Would you like to take a midnight stroll, Englishman?’

  I told him, ‘No thank you,’ although that was exactly what I intended, as soon as the time was ripe.

  Thirty-two

  THE FOLLOWING DAY, Asuka appeared still bound as I’d left her. Someone, likely Jia Li, must have helped her with her ablutions and so on. In any case, it was the Chinese girl who fed the Japanese with bite-sized portions of the baked unidentifiable fish and spoonfuls of couscous. Asuka had refused the borsht.

  I doled out Maria’s chemises to Iola, Tara and Chiku to try on. ‘Before you can show your lover your fantastic bedroom skills, you have to entice him into your bedroom.’

  ‘Or entice her,’ Elsa offered.

  ‘Or her,’ I agreed. ‘The men, or women, that The Child sets you to seduce will be rich and powerful. They won’t lack for lovers. If you are one of three, or ten, lovely girls who are subtly offering themselves, you must ensure that you’re the one he chooses.’