The Maestro

by Leo Barton

  Then another game. Matteo took the bottle of champagne that he had carried upstairs with him, while Hugo stuck the nozzle up her and squirted another stream of water up through her anus. It was a different but equally tantalising sensation. At the same time Matteo poured a copious amount of champagne onto her tender inner pink flesh. The champagne went everywhere, soaking her, trickling down the inside of her thighs. She felt Matteo's mouth slurping on her greedily, spreading his long tongue all over her.

  The sight was obviously too much for Hugo, and dispensing with the siphon, he took the bottle and poured more champagne over her. She felt it tingle against the knot of flesh between the bottom of her quim and then against the puckered hole of her anus. Then Hugo's tongue dived between the cleft of her bottom.

  It was wonderful to feel two men drinking champagne from the most secret parts of her body, two tongues spread all over her, two expert tongues enjoying the taste of their champagne and the taste of her juice and flesh. She wanted it to go on forever and ever. Delicious though it was she knew that she was in no danger of having an orgasm. Their tongues did not settle on one particular spot long enough for that, but instead she felt like she was bathing in a deeper lake of sensuality, something more primitive, more tactile than the insistent throb of orgasm.

  Hugo's hands had also exposed her breasts by this stage and she could feel them flattened by Hugo's chest, pushing down on her hard, while Matteo's hand pressed down on her abdomen, making her strangely breathless, the force of his hand adding to the delightful almost oceanic stirrings inside her.

  Both men suddenly withdrew their tongues and leaned beside her. Pouring more champagne all over her body, her middle, down the slant of her breasts up to her neck and chin, the dregs for her mouth, they licked her all over with broad sweeps of their tongue. Hugo frigged her insistently with two fingers while he and Matteo seemed to lick every inch of her flesh.

  Matteo an inch away from her face asked, 'Do you like it?'

  'Mmmm,' Linda moaned.

  'Now we are going to change, Linda.'

  'Yes,' she said distractedly as Matteo licked her across the nape of her neck.

  'Do you know why I like my study?' As he spoke, he lifted her up until she was standing on the mahogany desk. Hugo was also standing beside her.

  'No.'

  'Because it has these delightful wooden beams. You see?'

  'Yes.'

  'They are not original of course.' Hugo was now tying a knotted cord around her wrist.

  'No?'

  Matteo began to tie her other wrist.

  'No, they are not. They are the only fake things in the room really.'

  Linda was in a dreamy state after all the delicious attention she had received, her skin seemed to prickle in the afterglow of their ministrations to her, and in the back of her consciousness, with the vague understanding of what they were about to do to her.

  Hugo expertly looped one end of cord over a beam that lay a couple of feet away from the desk.

  'I always let Hugo do this. He had a time as a sailor. He should tell you about it some time.' Matteo was talking in the confident genial voice he had employed when they had been sat around the dinner table. It was as if he was passing a glass of champagne to her or encouraging her to try one of the special delicacies prepared for the table. But as he talked Hugo had managed to fasten Linda to the wooden beam, Matteo grabbing her taking the full weight of her body as she was lifted off the desk.

  Her arms were rigidly stretched now. Hugo had managed to fasten both her wrists together and to tie her to the beam. She felt no pressure on the muscles of her arms yet. She knew that she would.

  While Hugo slowly climbed off the desk Matteo let her body fall, Hugo catching her as she swung towards him. At first she enjoyed the sensation of being suspended from the beam while the two men stared at her fulsome figure, glistening under the electric light, her sweat mingling with their saliva and the copious amounts of champagne that had been poured onto her body.

  'You are beautiful, Linda, very, very beautiful,' Matteo said.

  Hugo muttered some line that sounded as if it had come from a poem, forcing a sigh from Matteo.

  'Es verdad,' Matteo said, concurring with whatever approbation Hugo had complimented Linda on, though Matteo decided not to share with her what Hugo had actually said.

  'There are so many things that we would like to do to you. Would you like that?' Hugo asked.

  She looked down at them and moaned her acceptance, feeling the first time a pressure in her arms and shoulders that was now carrying her weight.

  Matteo produced from behind his desk a thick suede belt and a cane, and passed the cane to Hugo.

  'Enjoy,' Matteo said, reaching his hand over to the engorged lips of her sex.

  Hugo stood behind her with the cane, Matteo in front. Matteo spun her body round so that her bonds knotted above her. They began to lash her. She felt the belt first, hard and fast on her bottom, stinging her flesh and sending her into a delirious frenzy with the sharp smack of the leather. She felt the cane across her stretched abdomen, a more brittle sound, but as she began spinning around slowly, she could no longer distinguish when the cane had hit her or when the belt, or indeed where each lash landed on her trembling flesh. All she knew was that it seemed to cover every part of her lower torso. She was stung across her stomach, on the top of her thighs, the back of her legs, on the ripe globes of her bottom, a cane landed across her exposed sex, the pain sending her wild with its immense thunder.

  Nor was their punishment synchronised. Sometimes she was thrashed simultaneously from the front and the behind as if she had been caught in some mechanical machine enfolding her in its arms; at other times one lash was followed by another as if in a syncopated rhythm. Her body was lashed raw with pain. Her punishment seemed endless, building in waves of pain, until the pain became a vortex she felt trapped inside.

  Suddenly the trouncing stopped. 'Oh Linda,' Matteo said. You look so beautiful like this, when your face twists and you fight your pain. Is it enough or would you like some more?'

  Even though her body ached with pain, quivered and shuddered and reddened with it as it seared through her body and obliterated all other conscious thoughts until there was nothing left in her mind but pain, she did not want them to stop. She wanted to hold on to it, to feel it, to have no thoughts of anything else but the pain, to hold on to it in her mind as if it was a cherished memory, as her spinning body slowly came to a halt.

  'More,' she said through clenched teeth.

  'Fantastic,' Hugo exclaimed, running his hand over the reddened skin of Linda's bottom.

  But there was to be no more spinning of her. Hugo felt the burning heat of her skin with his hands and separated the cheeks of her buttocks, exposing her stretched anus before Matteo's view.

  She knew what was going to happen to her. She recoiled from the idea, but she knew that she needed the white heat of the lash. She waited for it, wanting it to come but nothing happened, the anticipation, another kind of pain, inflaming her consciousness as their rough treatment had inflamed her skin.

  Then it came. The belt landing on the little nub of skin on the surround of her anus, a stinging all embracing pain that shot up her spine as if she had been hit by a bolt of lightening. This is, she thought as the pain reverberated through her, what lightening must be like, like a hammer descending. Again the belt effortlessly found its target, pain overlaying pain, until again there was nothing else but pain.

  The belt again and again on the same spot, the belt deftly applied. Again that knowledge, she had seen it with others in Barcelona of knowing just how much pain to apply, knowing when too much was unbearable, playing along the boundary, dancing so to speak on the threshold.

  They were there, but they seemed to instinctively know. Hugo climbed up and released her, laying her down on the mahogany desk, exposing her again. Matteo removed his clothes until he stood naked before her, his cock twitching before her face, a slithe
r of his seed enticingly dripping down the side of the purple head. While Hugo disrobed, Matteo trailed the hot dome of his cock along the side of her face, before Linda could resist no longer and took him in her mouth.

  She knew what she wanted now, after all that pain. She wanted to be fucked and fucked hard. Her pussy lips still tingled in pain. Her anus seemed enlarged in the agony it had had bestowed on it, as if it was ten times bigger. The top of her legs resounded with pain; there was a dull ache in her wrists and all down her arms, and a throbbing sensation in her shoulders. She'd had the pain, now she wanted the pleasure.

  Hugo stood naked beside his friend as Linda sucked hard on his tool. She took Hugo in her hand, trailed her fingers down the slicked dome, past the thick ridge, all the way down his shaft, cupping his heavy balls in her hands and squeezing hard, until Hugo's face twisted in pain.

  Perhaps she had gone too far. As if to compensate, she took Hugo into her mouth while massaging Matteo's impressive prick. Hugo was even wetter than Matteo. She could taste the salt of his delicious semen.

  But there was a burning need to have one of them inside her. As if Matteo realised this he went and lay behind, and stuck the tip of his cock into the waiting mouth of her quim, passed the tumescent lips of her sex, swollen in pain and excitement. He grabbed a firm hold of her breasts, kneading them in his hands as he slid inside her.

  Now there was motion. As Matteo fucked her in a steady rhythm from behind, he dictated the pace of her movements on Hugo's shaft, the harder his stroke the more her mouth would be propelled onto Hugo's twitching cock.

  Her body resounded with a mixture of pain and pleasure until she could no longer decide which was which, and all she felt was the tingle of the beginnings of her orgasm accumulating inside her. It became an insistent need, the outer burning of her skin suffusing the inner burning of her sexual climax, seemingly incorporating every nerve and muscle tendon and sinew of her body. There seemed to be a blinding light inside her, completing her. As Matteo jismed into her quim and Hugo spent in her mouth Linda experienced a dense but bright heat reverberating through her body.

  She writhed and writhed against their manly constriction, her orgasm exploding inside her so that she thought she would burst and her body shatter into a thousand pieces.

  Chapter 12

  Linda woke the next morning feeling surprisingly well considering how much pain she had suffered, no matter how delectable it had been at the time. It surprised her that the sharp aches she had suspected were dull, and acted more as an aide memoir of her previous night's sexual experience than as present discomfort.

  Her experiences with Hugo and Matteo had slipped into her dream world and lingered in her consciousness when waking, in slithers of memory. It took some time for her to decipher what had really happened from her nocturnal fantasy.

  The part that she remembered most clearly was in the aftermath of their simultaneous orgasms. Hugo and Matteo had taken her to the bathroom and bathed her in tepid water, then they laid her out on the bed and with a scented cloth tended to the bruises that Linda had imagined they left on her skin.

  Whatever it was that they applied to her body had a deep soothing affect on her skin, as did the infusion that Hugo had insisted she drink that would further relieve the intense pain she felt once her orgasm had subsided. Then they had trundled her off to bed where she'd fallen soundly asleep.

  She felt around the lower part of her body. There was only a little slight swelling, a couple of scratches but no trace of anything more serious. In a way, although she was quite happy to feel relatively normal, she felt a little robbed. It might have been more pleasant to run her fingers along her skin and feel a bump or an indentation, knowing what pleasure had been given to her in her correction.

  She was aware again of being in Maria's bed, but how she had got there, she was not sure. She had a vague sense of deja vu when Maria entered, again with a tray and two glasses of orange juice. She couldn't remember Maria in the room where they had put her, and the room itself had been different.

  And then the worst thought of all returned. She remembered Delgado's visit, and how he had said that her work was more or less useless. The memory of his cold eyes, of that measured voice trying to tell her that all her work had been in vain cast a long shadow over the happier memory of her sexual excess.

  Maria smiled at her as she sat up in bed, to take the juice that Maria now gave her.

  'What happened?' Linda said, not as perturbed as she had been when she asked Maria after her first night in Barcelona.

  Maria looked mystified. 'You mean you can't remember?'

  'Not everything. I can't remember coming to this room.'

  'Would you like the whole story?'

  'Is it interesting?' Linda still couldn't stop thinking about what Delgado had said to her. Maybe she could, as she had done last time, lose herself in one of Maria's erotic tales.

  'Very.'

  'Please, go on then.'

  'Well when my father and Hugo went to have a chat with you...'

  'Some chat.'

  'I know what my father is like. I'm not so sure I approve of what he did with you last night. You are my friend, not his. We have a kind of unwritten house rule. Adventurous though I am, there has to be boundaries. I know what he gets up to, but he is supposed to keep off my territory as I keep off his.'

  'You think he stepped over the mark last night?'

  'I do, I told him. I don't blame you though. I suppose he is quite a handsome man, but he spoilt my game a little. I had plans for you and Hugo. Well at least I got Hugo.'

  'So what happened after we left?'

  'Well, it was a signal really. Isabella looked so sad to have lost Hugo and she was so jealous of you. I really thought she was going to cry. Hugo can be a real heartbreaker sometimes. Well I started to comfort her. I moved her inside the house and I sat beside her on the sofa.

  'Then Laura suddenly exploded. It was a tactic, of course, I know Laura. She started to ask Isabella how dare she be jealous of her husband. He wasn't her property and he was free to do what he wanted. Isabella looked totally stunned. I don't think Laura had ever talked to her like that and she had been staying in the house for over seven weeks. She said that she knew what Isabella and Hugo had been getting up to without her permission. The girl looked amazed. "It's all right when we do things together but you are a naughty girl to go off like that without my permission." Isabella looked so innocent, so naive. "Don't look at me as if I'm stupid. I know what Hugo has been doing to you. I saw you in the garden last week when you thought I'd gone out. The moment my back was turned I saw Hugo pushing up your dress, and that vulgar expectant look on your face. How dare you! Cheating on me like that.'' "But...' Isabella began to protest. "Don't say but. I saw it. He lifted you up over his knee, pulled up your white little tennis skirt, pulled down your panties and spanked you. I saw how you laughed and giggled before you took him in your mouth you dirty girl."

  'Isabella started crying and through her tears she started to mumble apologies, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." "You dirty, rude girl, I think you should be punished, either punished or sent back to that idiot father of yours." Isabella hated her father and he truly is an idiot. "So which is it to be, punishment or home"'

  'She's quite a character, Laura, by the sound of it.'

  'You're right, Linda, she's a very powerful woman.'

  'So I suppose, the girl not wanting to go home, she chose punishment.'

  'Yes, she did. Laura told me afterwards from what she had witnessed during the girl's stay she had never seen another girl take to the whip so readily, so I don't think the girl was exactly trembling in her shoes, unless of course it was from excitement. Although, she was still naive and couldn't understand that Laura was only intensifying her pleasure by this little charade. Isabella might have thought that Laura wanted to really hurt her.'

  'Well do you remember what Isabella was wearing?'

  'You mean that childish little pinafore dress ove
r the mustard tee-shirt?'

  'Yes, the girl doesn't have much of a dress sense.'

  'Yes, she does. You should see her wardrobe. Laura dressed her like that for her own enjoyment, went out yesterday to buy it for her. Well anyway, Laura shouted at her to stand up. The girl really was trembling. "Bend over!" Laura demanded of her, "and touch your toes." The girl did exactly that. I was getting quite aroused to by that stage, particularly as I saw her dress ride out as she bent down. "Stand still and don't move. We are not going to have any of this nonsense from you." Laura said all this while she pulled down the little cotton panties, and then pulled up her skirt and tossed it over her so that it fell to the small of her back.

  'Oh Linda it was a glorious sight, to look at her bottom: two firm ripe cheeks before me. I couldn't resist joining in the fun. "Should I cane her senora?" I said to Laura as if I was her servant. "Yes, I think you should, dear. The rude girl needs to be taught a lesson." Laura answered me in this really haughty voice.

  'Before I smacked her with the cane I stuck it down between her bum cheeks, and pressed against her little bottom hole. Then I smacked her really hard, the girl letting out little yelps that even I could tell were more a sign of pleasure than pain. "Smack the naughty girl, right across her bottom. I want to see it go as red as beetroot," Laura again commanded. I caught her on the top of her thighs and across the meat of her bottom. I could see that all the blood was rushing to her head as Laura had insisted that she remain touching her toes throughout her correction.

  'After I had smacked her a few more times, Laura standing in front of her shouted, "Take off your clothes. I hope you don't think this is the end of your punishment, because it isn't, it's just the beginning." If I didn't know Laura a little better I think that even I would be a little frightened.

  'As Isabella removed the pinafore dress, her little white socks and the small bra that she was wearing, Laura tweaked her nipples until the girl moaned in pain. "No, now it is my turn. But I hope you are going to thank Maria for exhausting herself, for going to all that trouble just to give you an education." I mean, Linda, it was really pantomime stuff, but Isabella really isn't very sophisticated. Although I suspect she's learning quickly, as I did.