Random Acts of Lust

by Primula Bond

  Mimi watches Annie’s reddening bottom as Jacques whips it again, hears Annie’s whimpers of pretend distress and the way her tongue flicks cat-like across her mouth and she mouths the word yes as the whip lashes down. Her squeals turn into moans of wicked and unmistakable pleasure. Doesn’t the voice of a woman being whipped or fucked, the man’s grunts of lust, just turn you on?

  Mimi glances at Regina and her body goes tight with wanting, because Regina’s red lips are parted, and she’s panting, dancing from foot to foot. She’s bristling with triumph. And she’s very horny.

  ‘Your turn, Mimi.’ Regina spins round and heat floods through Mimi. ‘You deserve punishing for being so up your own arse, so above it all this evening.’

  Mimi flushes, feels sweat springing in the tight arm holes of her blouse. Now she has Regina’s attention, humiliating as this is. It’s either this, or she slinks away after Olivia, and disappears out of Regina’s life for good.

  ‘So punish me, Regina.’ She keeps her eyes, and her voice, lowered. Even that tiny, fake gesture of submission excites her. ‘I’ve been naughty. Very naughty. I haven’t contacted you for years. I haven’t been polite this evening. I haven’t joined in –’

  ‘Not contacting me for years is the worst of it.’ Regina says, very quietly, her Latina accent suddenly strangling her voice. Mimi knows what that means. That Regina is letting go. ‘So it’s time to say sorry.’

  Mimi bends over slowly, praying that Regina will relent. But nobody rescues her. Acute embarrassment shears through her as she grips the back of a chair. No way is she going down on all fours.

  Jacques tosses the whip over to Regina. Annie’s bottom is striped with red. Her bottom opens and closes as she wriggles and squirms and protests and giggles. Jacques settles himself behind her, opens up her bottom so they can all see the secret flash of darkness. When he shoves her head down further so that her cheek is resting on her arms, they can all see the seam of moisture seeping between her pussy lips.

  And so can he, because out thumps his permanent erection again and he’s up and at her, humping rapidly and vigorously like a dog.

  At last, everyone’s eyes turn to Mimi.

  ‘When I got my first spanking, I was made to lick out another girl while he was doing it,’ murmurs Suzanne, nudging Chloe, who is twiddling her fraulein plaits. ‘I dare you, Chloe. Go and spread yourself in front of little smart-ass Annie-’

  ‘Not right now. This is going to make such a series for my next exhibition,’ says Chloe, grabbing her camera off the table. ‘And I’ve waited years to see this! One princess chastising another!’

  ‘Lift up your skirt, Mimi.’

  Mimi lifts it up, exposed inch by inch. She’s facing out across the swimming pool, over the shadowy countryside dipping towards the sea. And she’s facing her old schoolmates, girls she used to tease and taunt for being uncool, now sexy young women with long tanned legs and very much the upper hand.

  There is a pause. She scrapes her fingernails across the flagstones and remembers what Olivia told her once, that hot summer after they’d all left school, when Mimi had made a surprise return visit in her sports car to collect something and found Livvie digging the rose garden with Sister Benedicta sleeping in the shade. Olivia had told her all about the flagellation she’d got when they found out about her and Sister Benedicta, how she’d prostrated herself on the cold floor of the chapel beside her beloved. Imitated the grunt of the Mother Superior as she brought the whip down on them, and the quiet panting and pleasured moans of the other sisters as they watched.

  ‘I’ll get a good thrashing tonight for talking to you,’ Olivia had whispered, wiping the sweat off her face as Sister Benedicta woke up, hitching up her skirts to scratch herself. ‘Can’t wait!’

  Someone pulls Mimi’s knickers down and now the warm night air ruffles over her bare bottom, creaking and hissing with the cicadas in the shadows.

  ‘Lift your bottom up higher, Mimi, where we can all see it. I want you to feel every inch of this fucker.’

  The air shivers with anticipation and muted laughter from her audience.

  Mimi straightens abruptly, tries to cover herself. ‘Come on, Regina. It’s me. Mimi. I can’t do this –’

  ‘You’ll do it, bitch, for not getting into the spirit. Bend over!’

  Someone pushes her down again, wrapping her fingers round the arms of the chair. Suzanne is there, tying her wrists and hands to the heavy wrought iron with her school tie.

  ‘For that, an extra strike!’

  Then there’s a vicious swishing through the air like the swift winged dart of a wasp, and the switch smacks down on Mimi’s bottom, painting a red hot line of fire and pain across her tender exposed skin. She bites down on her lips – fucked if she’ll give them the satisfaction of hearing her scream – as the harsh sting extends through her, radiating an excruciating, singing pain. She hates everyone.

  But then she feels a hand stroking on that red hot line, soothing her, and the pain recedes into a raw kind of warmth, then a softer throbbing. She relaxes as the throbbing jabs persistently at her cunt and she feels its quick bite of response. Regina’s hand grazes over her soreness for a moment.

  And right there on the same spot, the switch stings down again, and this time she can’t control the spasms which ripple through, making her jerk like a marionette. She opens her mouth and screams, really means to scream but her voice breaks up into a series of orgasmic moans instead because that’s what she really means, and the looks of evil delight she catches from her audience excite her all the more, all swaying and jostling in their circle round her, some moving away into the shadows to stroke or smack or screw each other, who cares? All Mimi knows is that she is one sore patch of bare bottom and Regina is punishing her for being a very bad friend. A very bad girl.

  ‘Please, Regina,’ Mimi moans, as the switch comes down a third time, shaking her with its viciousness, but this time the hot pleasure pokes straight at her cunt as the pain radiates through her like a returning lover.

  And as Regina whips her again, she gets it. As she struggles against the restraints she sees how dark this pleasure is. Being helpless is kinky and liberating. She loves that everyone’s watching. She loves the stinging pain that strikes, then spreads, then stabs at her cunt. The nastier and cheaper the thrill, the better. And the excitement isn’t in her memory any more. It’s all right here, between her legs, and it’s her beloved Regina doing this to her.

  When the whipping stops as abruptly as it started there’s an emptiness, and a silence. Everyone moves away. There’s only the whisper of the breeze in the trees.

  Then fingers are stroking her bottom, exploring each bright red smarting stripe. Her skin is so tender that she flinches even under that soft touch, spasms of real and remembered pain.

  ‘All over. For now.’ Two hands on her shoulders, a warm mouth whispering into her hair. ‘So, wanna see how you’ve turned me on, cherie?’

  The ties slither off her wrists as Mimi nods and tries to stand up. She kicks off the white pants and steps towards Regina in her black stockings.

  Regina leads her to the steps leading into the pool where some of the others are splashing, some clothed, some naked. As Mimi tries to stop shivering, Regina lifts her arms as if they are wings and Suzanne and Chloe, like acolytes, remove her habit. Mimi can see now that it was a stripper’s costume all along, with Velcro instead of the genuine hooks and eyes and buttons Olivia described wrestling with to get at Sister Benedicta.

  And underneath is Regina’s gorgeous, voluptuous coffee-coloured body, the waist tinier, the breasts and hips bigger than Mimi remembers from school days, breasts and snatch kissed by wisps of scarlet underwear.

  ‘Remember how you used to touch me at school?’ Regina’s voice is husky as she takes Mimi’s hand and pushes it between her thighs, up into her crotch, trapping it there against the wisp of red silk for a moment so that, yes, the wetness there tells Mimi how scolding her, whipping her, seeing her
bare bottom, humiliating her, has turned Regina on. ‘Still feels good, doesn’t it?’

  ‘If you wanted me to touch you, I would have done, Reggie. I didn’t have you down as a bully –’

  ‘Dominatrix, stupid. Not bully. She does it for her own, and your, and our pleasure.’ Suzanne comes up to her, with Chloe, and starts manhandling her. ‘Just knocking you into shape, I guess, for being so stuck up.’

  Mimi is too dazed to argue, and lets the girls whisk off her little skirt and the tight blouse, pull off her bra, too, and Regina’s tongue runs across her lips as she steps backwards, still in her underwear, to tug Mimi with her into the pool and under the water.

  The coolness embraces them as they float up and Mimi is met by the soft bounce of feminine flesh against her hands, and there are Regina’s big round breasts, bobbing on the surface of the blue water. Regina lies back on the side of the pool, arms stretched out along the edge, breasts rolling in the water. Steam rises. Mimi’s limbs feel feathery as the water shifts and the knot of excitement tightens in her stomach as Regina parts her lips, licking the corner of her mouth as if finishing a sugary doughnut. She always had a sweet tooth. She lifts her shoulders right out of the water so that her breasts are in full view. Mimi’s nipples harden like nuts. Her breasts brush against Regina as she puts her arms on either side of Regina, trapping her against the side.

  She can feel no bone, only soft, yielding flesh, and as her hands close round Regina’s breasts, her own nipples startle into stiffness. She pinches Regina’s nipples and feels them sharpen into points. As Mimi starts to tease each tip, Regina smiles and moans and arches her back, wrapping her legs around Mimi’s and tilting back her throat. The desire in Mimi burns. She opens her legs a little so that her parted pussy lips can rub against Regina’s and now under the water they’re grinding against each other and Mimi is greedy for it, greedy really to be alone with Regina on some big white bed somewhere upstairs.

  The dominatrix has gone quiet. The audience has lost interest. Mimi rubs her nipples against Regina’s and when she hears that sexy sucking gasp in response oh God, she wants to come. She leans forwards and tickles Regina’s red lips open with the tip of her tongue.

  It’s the first time, because they never did this at school.

  And there’s Regina’s lovely wet mouth, opening to curl her tongue around Mimi’s, and as they start to kiss there’s the tang of surprise as their sharp nipples scrape and their hips push and grind, legs hooking and tangling, pussies opening like flowers under the steaming water.

  There’s the whirr of a shutter above their heads. Chloe’s creeping round the edge of the pool, snapping from every angle, as the two women make out in the moonlight.

  Under the cover of the water Mimi edges her hand towards Regina’s snatch, parting the soft lips with her fingers, and gasping with surprise Regina falls back, her body rising to the surface again so that her breasts lie invitingly on offer and Mimi can’t help it, she licks her way up Regina’s stomach and nibbles one taut nipple, sucking it into her mouth, her mind blown by the explosive excitement, and she feels an answering pull on her fingers as they are sucked up into Regina’s greedy pussy.

  Mimi licks and sucks. Regina’s cunt tightens and loosens as she starts to jerk and writhe in the water. Mimi sucks harder on the tight nipples, ramming her fingers further up into Regina, just like she did at school, only harder now, faster, further, deeper, she’s the dominatrix now, and then her darling Regina is coming, moaning loudly, her head splashing back in the water, and everyone on the edge of the pool starts clapping.

  Regina smiles lazily, pulling Mimi out of the water with her, accepting the slinky robe that Salome, frowning, wraps round her. She catches the jealousy in Salome’s eyes. Remembers other evenings at school, when sometimes it was the three of them … and it was Salome who brought the big bowl up from the refectory that time, tanned, pissed and reckless after a weekend exeat, and dared them to fuck themselves with fruit.

  ‘We’re not done here,’ she hears herself say to Regina, mopping hopelessly at her naked wet body with her discarded blouse. ‘Your turn to pleasure me now, Regina. I want you to take me to your bed.’

  Regina tries to protest, but then a filthy smile overtakes her. She puts her hand on her hip. ‘And?’

  Mimi picks up a couple of bananas and a candle, still burning, and waits in the doorway. ‘I want you to fondle me. I want to play with fruity sex toys. I want you to roll with my body, fit it with all your curves, I want your big lips kissing me again, going down on me, nibbling my clit, tonguing me –’

  ‘Christ Mimi! When did you get so dirty?

  ‘At school, honey. With you. I’ve just been waiting all this time to get you back in my arms.’

  Upstairs, a little later, Mimi goes limp at last as Regina licks her to ecstasy and Salome awaits her turn.

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