The padded leather seat of the stool came up to my waist. When my pubic hair was just touching it, there was a prod in the middle of my back and I was forced to bend right over so that my head and arms fell forward over the other side of the elephant. I balanced with my bottom elevated. The first time that Madame had beaten me I had just rested over the stool, and so I waited for my beating to begin. I was surprised when Madame gripped my right wrist and wound a black silk cord around it before tying it to the nearest leg of the elephant. She repeated the action with my other arm and my ankles. I struggled a little but found that I could not move neither arms nor legs or shift my position on the stool even an inch. The cords, though soft on my skin were as strong as ropes of flax.
“There is no point in trying to move, Victoria. You are bound tight. I do not want you shifting while I select the site for my stroke.” Immobile, I felt completely defenceless and exposed.
Nothing happened for some time except for rustlings behind me. I wondered if Madame was moving my clothes from where they had fallen. With my legs secured wide apart and my hands also tied firmly I was not comfortable but knew full well that my comfort would decrease considerably very soon. Then I heard Madame’s soft breathing behind me and knew that my punishment was about to begin. I tried to clench my buttocks but with my legs forced apart knew that my crack was wide open.
“I want you to know, Victoria, that what you about to receive is not a punishment,” Madame spoke quietly and calmly, “It is a part of your training. You will acquire the skills that we teach here at the Venus School for Young Ladies but you will also learn that pain and humiliation are a powerful tool in the arts of sexual pleasure. Today you will suffer the pain and humiliation; soon you may be administering it.”
I had no idea what Madame was talking about. I had thought that our lessons were to give us skills for pleasing the men who would be our husbands. Did some men like to beat their wives or even be beaten by them? These thoughts were swept from my mind when the first blow arrived. The air screamed and my right buttock exploded in a foot long strip of pure pain. I yelped; in fact, I more than yelped, I shouted, not words, but an animal noise that I did not know could emerge from my mouth. The heat began to subside just a little before the second stroke came, this time on my left cheek. I screeched again and sobbed and begged.
Madame was an expert. She knew just how long to wait between strokes to build up the anticipation and terror and she had the skill to place each one exactly where she wished. Every stroke of the crop extracted the full measure of response from me. When she was done my bottom and upper thighs were ablaze with the six stripes she had administered and my throat was raw from screaming. My wrists and ankles pulled involuntarily and ineffectually at the bonds but I knew that Madame would not release me yet.
I recalled what had happened after my previous beating and suddenly my body was desperate for her touch and I knew that my sex was swelling. I imagined that Madame was waiting and watching, observing the growing pinkness of my lips and perhaps the first drips of moisture running from my vagina. It seemed that an eternity passed before that first exquisite contact; the lightest of touches; a finger nail against the top of the crack between my buttocks. Gently, tantalisingly, deliciously, the finger travelled down, over the puckered skin of my arsehole and then between my swollen lips. It explored between them, each movement making me shudder with pleasure. I expected her to enter me but the finger withdrew. I was sad and nonplussed. I wanted her touch, my body needed her touch. While my beaten buttocks still burned my desire burned even hotter.
But then something round and smooth and cool pressed against my fanny. Fingers parted my lips and the object slid into the vestibule to my hole. It felt like a vast hard ball was pushing against me. Then with a little more force, it entered me. I gasped as my canal opened to receive it. I realised that it was the huge ebony dildo that lived on Madame’s desk. I was horrified. It was so large, surely it could not enter me; I would be torn asunder. Nevertheless, slowly and skilfully Madame introduced it into me. It felt as if I was being impaled on an admittedly blunt and smooth but nevertheless immense stake. It threatened to pierce my whole body and emerge through my throat. Each thrust pushed it a fraction of an inch up my tunnel and each movement sent spasms of pleasure through my clitoris. While my head swam with delirious ecstasy I realised that Madame really knew how to use a dildo. She didn’t just force it into me, she withdrew it a little way and twisted it and each re-entry renewed the feelings that rippled through me.
At last it seemed that no more of the long black instrument could be forced into me. Now Madame began a repetitive oscillation that made the whole of my insides vibrate in unison. If I had been delirious before, now I was raving. I moaned and screamed as wave upon wave of orgasm passed through me. At the end I think I did swoon because the next I knew was Madame untying the bonds around my ankles. The dildo had been removed but my vagina, like my buttocks, burned with the memory of what it had experienced; the vastness of the rod and a vacancy where it had been. Madame pulled on the cords binding my wrists and the silk fell away.
“Get up, Victoria,” I slid off the elephant, my legs like jellied eels. I had to rest my hands on the top of the stool to steady myself, before slowly turning to face the headmistress again.
I gasped with surprise when I saw her. Madame Thackeray was naked. I couldn’t help but examine her body and she stood calmly while I looked at her. For a woman passed her youth she was extremely handsome. Her breasts were not large but were firm and her nipples pointed upwards. They and the aureoles were a deep red. Her stomach was flat and her thighs smooth and strong. Her skin was smooth and unblemished. My eyes were drawn to her sex. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed and formed in tight blonde curls. Her skin glowed pink and showed a sheen of perspiration from her exertions. A few moments passed then she smiled and held out a hand.
“Come, Victoria.” She took my hand and guided me around to the side of her bed.
“Get on,” she urged and while I struggled to climb onto the high mattress she slid her bottom on to it and lay back on the pillows resting against the head board. I found myself kneeling facing her. She parted her legs, and then bent her knees, raising her thighs. As she did so her sex appeared, a glistening pink gash beneath the fair wisps of hair. She slid down the satin covers and pulled her knees up to her shoulders. Her lips gaped open.
“Now, Victoria, your education continues. I know that Albert showed you how a mouth can pleasure a woman. Let us see if you learned from the experience.” She pulled her thighs further apart so that her crack widened. A long, swollen clitoris peeped from its hooded nest.
Her words recalled the delight that Albert had given me as his lips and tongue worked at my sex. There was a heat coming from her mount and a sweet odour filled my nostrils with desire. This woman who had beaten me and had excited me so sought pleasure from me. It seemed to me to be a great honour. I tipped forward lowering my face towards her vulva. I extended my tongue and it touched the hot, taut skin. I felt her body tremble through the tip of my tongue. Slowly I licked up her crack tasting the honey that was oozing freely from her vagina. The sweet musky flavour excited me and I pushed my tongue between her lips searching for the source of her juices. My lips met hers and my nose touched the firm but silky clitoris. She sighed and groaned and shifted her grip on her thighs to give me even greater access. I pressed my face hard against her fanny, my cheeks against her groin, my lips pushing her labia apart and tongue questing deeper and deeper.
My tongue was inside her hole, lapping at the juices that were flowing freely. I shifted an inch or so and now my mouth closed around her clitoris. I nibbled with my teeth, pressed my lips against it and rubbed my tongue up and down it in a sucking motion. She moaned and began to thrust her abdomen against my face. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, not stopping her movement but ensuring that I did not become dislodged. She began to scream and shout and wriggle but I held on and kept on sucking and licki
ng and biting and chewing on her sex. All my being was focussed on her cunt; all my desires were directed to her orgasm; time meant nothing. She let out a huge cry and a great convulsion passed through her. A great gush of fluid flowed from her vagina which I drank thirstily. And then she subsided, I let go of her thighs and her limbs sagged on to the bed covers. I backed away panting because for the last few minutes I had barely been able to catch a breath as my mouth was so closely locked to her sex.
I looked up to see her watching me, her head raised from her pillow.
“You do have talent, Victoria. With training you will be a fine cunnilinguist. Next week you will begin to study fellatio – the art of using your mouth to pleasure a man. I have no doubt that you will succeed at your studies. You may go now.” Her head fell back, her eyes closed and her muscles relaxed. I slid off the bed and retrieved my slip. Then I gathered up my dress and petticoats and left Madame snoring softly.
I returned to our bedroom and found Beatrice sitting at her dressing table in her slip writing a letter. She turned towards me as I entered the room, my arms full of clothes.
“Oh hello, Victoria. I presume you have had your interview with Madame.” I dropped the clothes in a heap by my wardrobe. I was suddenly aware that my buttocks were still stinging quite severely.
“Yes, Bea. Madame beat me.”
“I knew she would. How many?”
“Six.”
“Let’s have a look, lean over the bed.” I did as I was told and bent over the edge of the bed quite grateful to rest my torso on the mattress. Bea stood up and came to stand behind me. She lifted my slip and I could feel her gazing at my maltreated buttocks.
“Oh yes, she’s given you six good ones there. Do they still hurt?”
“I’ll say they do. My buttocks feel as if they’re on fire.”
“Let me see if I can help. Stay there.” Bea went into the bathroom and returned a few moments later. She sat on the bed beside me and pulled my slip above my waist. Once again I felt exposed with the weals on my bottom throbbing painfully. Then there was a feeling of cold moistness. Bea put cold cream on my bottom and gently spread it over each of the six burning marks.
“Did anything else happen while you were in Madame’s study?” Bea asked, continuing to apply the cream. Her caressing movements and the coolness of the cream were having a welcome effect. I began to tell her all that had happened after the beating. My penetration by the immense wooden dildo and then Madame’s wish that I use my mouth to pleasure her.
“Ah, yes, Madame’s delights,” Bea sounded wistful. I realised that I was obviously not the first of her pupils to bed the Headmistress.
“Have you, uh, been with –”
“Oh yes. There were many times last year and earlier this term, when she sought my services. Rather like you, a bit of punishment, a bit of pleasure.”
“Does she get all the girls to make love to her?”
“Oh no, only her special ones.”
“Her special ones?”
“Yes, the girls that she thinks have a talent in lovemaking. Me, you, perhaps one or two others. You’ll have been selected for special training.”
“Is the punishment part of it?”
“Most definitely. Madame knows that pain heightens pleasure. You will have more opportunities to learn that fact from now on.” Bea’s hand had lingered on my buttocks her fingers tracing a pattern around each of the stripes, slipping between my legs to caress the soft skin of my inner thighs. I didn’t want to move as I was enjoying her touch so much.
“She said that I had talent with my mouth.”
“You have more than just that, Victoria. Don’t forget I watched you with Albert. You have the potential to become a great lover.”
“But I failed. Albert came five times.”
“As he was bound to. He is so young and inexperienced. You had him dangling time after time. Considering you didn’t suck or fuck him you couldn’t have done more.”
“So my punishment–”
“Was an excuse. An excuse for Madame to get you into her room, an excuse to beat you, an excuse to play with you and an excuse to get you into her bed to give her what she wanted.”
“What should I do?”
“Relish the opportunity. Madame is a wonderful woman, is she not?”
“She is very fit and handsome.”
“And she will teach you, as she has taught me, everything there is to learn about enticing men.”
“Is that what it’s all for?”
“Isn’t that enough? With the skills that we learn here we can enter society and achieve all that you desire.”
“A husband?”
“If that is all you want. But the arts of pleasure can bring you fame, fortune and power.”
“Power?”
“Yes. Men may think they rule the world but a knowledgeable woman can manipulate them to do anything that she wishes. Men are guided by what hangs between their legs.”
“I think I understand. But why are we permitted, encouraged even, to pleasure each other, and women such as Madame herself?”
“Why not? If we have the techniques why not also take pleasure for yourself when the opportunity arises. Talking of which, the sight of your beautiful buttocks has got me excited. How about using your talent on me.” Bea pulled the slip over head revealing her white skin and ample bosom. She slid further on to the bed, tugged my slip off me then threw herself into the middle of the mattress and lay back.
“Come on, get over me, I want to taste your cunt while you’re licking me.” It sank in what Bea wanted. I clambered on to the bed and straddled her, facing her feet. She took hold of my hips and pulled me back until I felt her nose touch the crack between my buttocks. She pulled harder and I gasped as her tongue slipped between my lips. Her mouth worked away sucking my lips and licking up and down my dripping crack.
I bent forward and buried my head between her thighs. She raised her knees and pushed her sex towards my face. I lapped at her vulva, running my tongue from her clitoris to her arsehole, each long slow stroke creating ripples of movement in her thigh muscles. With her mouth firmly locked in my fanny and my head deep in hers we moved together, rocking back and forth. Because we were both working hard, concentrating on each other we couldn’t give up ourselves to our own excitement. Our orgasms were delayed but the pleasure went on and on and when we came, we came together. Our arms tightened around each other, we thrust our tongues and mouths deeper into each other’s fundaments and the waves of orgasmic convulsions paralysed us and locked us together.
Gradually the trembling passed and I regained control of my muscles. Bea subsided and I fell off her and lay by her side.
“You’re becoming quite an expert,” Bea sighed.
“Madame says we will learn how to suck a man tomorrow.”
“Ah, now that’s a talent I enjoy,” Bea smiled as she drifted into a doze.
Noisy Neighbours
by Teresa Joseph
If Jonathan Hargreaves had known just how much work it would be to supervise and manage a ladies dorm building at the local university, he was sure that he never would have applied for the job in the first place.
At first his position as building supervisor had seemed like a pretty good deal. A decent wage, free room and board and having all his utilities paid had attracted him to the post. And besides, how difficult could it be to fix a few leaky taps and lock the doors at eleven?
Sadly however, what John had failed to take into account was that the antics of a gang of bawdy female students could put a rugby team to shame. And so when he wasn’t cleaning up their drunken messes, picking up rubbish or fixing the windows, toilets and various other fittings that had ‘broken for no apparent reason’, John was kept awake all night by the girls non-stop parties and unbearably loud music. And after four weeks of perpetual misery, he finally decided that enough was enough. It was time to put his foot down.
The party in the room upstairs had been going on for f
ive solid hours now, and as the girls who were throwing it had unplugged their phone, Jonathan decided that is was time to go up there and set them straight himself.
“What are ya’ gonna’ do about it?” smirked the impudent little blonde who was throwing the party. “If you call the police we’ll just stop the music till they leave and then turn it up back up full blast.”
John did his best to keep his temper.
“For the last time, I am asking you to please turn the music down.”
“Or what?” laughed the blonde, playing up to the jeering crowd who had now circled around the doorway. “Are you going to spank me?”
“I might,” said John, folding his arms defiantly. It was four o’clock in the morning, he hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep in over a month, so he felt quite sure that if the music didn’t stop soon, he’d be capable of anything.
“Go on then,” mocked the blonde, pulling her jeans and knickers down as she turned around and bent over, showing off her pert, round rump and sure that the sight of it would make John turn and run away with his tail between his legs. “Give me a good hard spanking. Teach me a lesson.”
“Okay,” he said, grabbing the girl by the wrist and dragging her over to the empty settee. And taking a seat on the middle cushion, he pulled the girl over his knee and began to smack her pert, young bottom as sharply and as firmly as he felt that she could take.
Stunned into complete silence, the party guests simply stood around watching as their hostess was punished in front of their very eyes. But though the shock of being pulled over Jonathan’s knee had kept her mute up until this point, now she was kicking and struggling with all her might and shouting for Jonathan to let her go.
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