"You can't mean it," I gasped in surprise. "Not the fabulous Deny Lorrimer-surely the family are quite wealthy though not immensely so."
My friend smiled. "Not now, Peter," she replied. "You have been away quite a while and many things have changed in that time." She went on: "The Lorrimers have come down in the world with a thud, at least as far as family finances are concerned. Soon after you departed on your American tour George Lorrimer was killed in a car crash and his wife badly injured-she will recover physically, probably, but she has had quite a serious nervous collapse as well."
"How terrible," I answered. "But that still doesn't explain why-"
Judith cut in. "Let me finish," she said. "In one way and another George Lorrimer was involved in a number of quite large deals and the one common denominator of most of them was that he was working with money that he hadn't. All right while he was alive, as his credit and reputation were good, but his untimely death brought the whole financial edifice tumbling down and the upshot is that his family are not only penniless but a pretty big sum is owing."
I sat back and digested this for a moment in silence, while Judith eyed me quietly, a faint smile tugging at her lips the while.
"As I remember Deny had a brother, I think," I murmured.
"Two, my dear," was the reply. "Both in early teens and of course still at school."
"Mother a helpless dependent and two boys still at school," I mused. "What a hopeless position for a lovely young girl-but surely she will be able to pull off a rich marriage pretty soon with what she's got!"
Judith laughed at this. "It's not for want of trying, even now," she chuckled. "But really most people of our circle want a wife with money as well as looks and apart from that there are not all that many eligible wealthy men looking for wives at the moment. Indeed, most that I know have already been claimed by some discerning woman long before now."
She went on: "No, Peter, there's a good chance that she might be in the market for what you enjoy, if the terms are right-in fact, I've already sounded her out-no names involved as yet-and the reaction was not totally unfavorable. So I will work on her for a little while yet."
We discussed it a little longer and then our conversation drifted off into other channels, but I could not entirely put from my mind the picture that Judith had conjoured up-the chance to enslave the magnificently beautiful Deny Lorrimer! Later, after my guest had departed I amused myself by reviewing some of the cruelly voluptuous possibilities of this situation; thus roused and heated, I spent a somewhat restless night....
A few days later Judith requested that I entertain Deny and herself to a private dinner in my house and this I immediately arranged. At the due time my two guests were announced and an excellent meal passed off very pleasantly, both ladies, the older and darker Judith and the younger and more fair Deny, behaving in every way as if it were a purely social evening. Once the meal was over and we were lingering over our coffies and brandies, however, Judith started things moving!
"Deny is pretty well ready to do what you want," she said bluntly. "Subject to terms being arranged, of course-terms of which you already have a good idea. So the purpose of our visit is to complete the deal, if possible, and to settle some details of what you wish her to do for you."
She then addressed herself to Derry. "Perhaps it would be as well if Peter were to be fully informed of what he is acquiring, my dear."
Deny paled a little ... then she pinked a little ... her bosom rose and fell to her quickened breathing. She knew what she had to do.
Slowly and gracefully she rose to her feet. Not only in high heels she was very tall and, unlike many tall girls, in high heels was she very tall and, unlike many tall girls, not afraid to use every inch of her height, so that she seemed to for a moment, she then turned away and took a few paces into the centre of the room and stood still again briefly and the center of the room and stood still again briefly and [original pocketbook left this sentence unfinished]
Then her hands began to pass to and fro over her dress, concerning themselves with various fastenings, as I watched with bated breath. It seemed a lengthy period, but was only a matter of seconds, before this preparation was ended and, quite suddenly, her long, white silk dress slipped quickly to the carpet. Deny stepped out of it and then swiftly pushed it aside. All this while she presented only her back.
With the blood beginning to pound in my temples I surveyed this attractive view as she stood still again. Her undergarment was a moulded corslet with a low back, very skillfully built to her figure. This carried suspenders which held up her dark, sheer stockings (these with a pronounced seam) though I observed that with the long hose she was also wearing thin garters. Meanwhile, Deny was busy with the corslet, unfastening the suspenders and then loosening the garment itself, at last it was free and she stepped out of it for this item to be cast aside in its turn.
With her now completely bared rear portions still exposed to me Deny began to display herself. Obviously, it seemed to me, Judith had been doing a little coaching!
Here, perhaps, it might be as well to describe the magnificent Deny in greater detail. She was quite young, twenty-two, and absolutely fit. Of unusual height, over six feet, she was so splendidly proportioned that even indoors (granted, in large rooms) she did not appear to have that build, that bulky or gauche look which is a feature of so many tall girls. A tawny blonde, with skin to match, her exquisite bloom was tanned that wonderful golden-brown that such girls attain to-quite flawlessly; there was not a blemish on her satiny epidermis.
She was quite small-waisted and above, her strong, flat back tapered out to quite broad shoulders with long, lithe arms. As I gazed entranced she raised her arms and lowered them, raising them again to clasp her hands behind her head. The play of the muscles as they rippled up and down that bare back was exciting in itself, my eagerness mounted....
The round of her hips was not unduly wide-Derry could in fact be called slim-hipped for such a tall girl, but her backside was a delight. Though the cheeks were not so large, they were very full, firm and round and with that particularly entrancing "tight" appearance. As I thought of my extensive collection, I licked my lips at the thought of applying strap, birch and whip to that crupper! And even more so as she then demonstrated the vigor and pliability of her haunches, clenching and releasing the fleshy rounds alternately and giving me quite a dance of the buttocks.
For a moment she became still again, then lowered her arms to her sides. Then a brief but noticeable quiver ran through her nude frame. She drew a deep breath and turned to face me....
Gosh! What voluptuous treasures yet with which to regale one.
Previously I had heard that Derry was magnificently bosomed but I had never been afforded any scrutiny of this useful item-my information had come second or third hand from one or two people who had seen the gorgeous creature seminude at the occasional private beach party, and even during the meal earlier in the evening, my lovely guest had been dressed in such fashion that it had not been possible to assess the development of. her breasts (though under her gown she had not seemed to be deficient in any way!) Now, however, the opulent globes were prominently displayed for my approval....
Let us say that they were just big breasts-very big, and with fullness to match-but their size was not accompanied by any tendency to sag, rather the splendid globes seemed to be reveling in their new-found freedom from the confining restriction of her corselet. They jutted perkily out and up in arrogant erection, each tipped by a pinkish nipple like a young rosebud.
Deny let me devour her nudity with my eyes, then clasped her hands behind her head once more, at the same time arching her belly and tautening the torso muscles so that the gorgeous globes seemed to thrust forward even more ... really, she was superb!
At this point Judith broke the silence. "Perhaps you'd like to make a closer inspection, Peter," she smiled. I needed no urging; at once I was on my feet ... Derry's, hands still clasped behind her head, turned away as I stepped forward. My hot fingers played over the planes of her firm back-then I quested lower, to that lovely soft bottom. Not too gently my lusting hands clutched at the ripe mounds, squeezing and reveling in the springy ripeness of the flesh, and pulling apart the cheeks to expose the narrow, deep nick, with the crinkly brown hole at its base. She quivered as I thrust one questing digit further forward....
"About turn, Derry," commanded Judith sharply. With cheeks flaming, the tall beauty obeyed!
At once I clasped her great breasts. They were big, all right. Though long-fingered I could hardly span the full round with my hand. The clasp confirmed their firmness. Slowly, gently, I began to squeeze and stroke the gorgeous udders, with quick results. Derry's breathing quickened and I felt the soft globes begin to harden rapidly; the pink nipples rose up and dug flint-like into my palms. Evidently she was well worked up too!
Reluctantly I attended elsewhere. Running my hands down her belly I was struck by its firmness-the naked beauty was certainly no weakling. Good enough, she would need to be strong!
Only one more treasure invited exploration.
Gasping, Derry opened her thighs as I sank down on one knee to kneel before her to delve into her love-nest. She lacked nothing, the lips of the vulva were ripe and the clitoris was quite large; I worked deeper into the warm, moist and trembling body. She was not a virgin, it seemed, though her vagina appeared to have had little use-it could even have been that she had had no lover as yet. At this moment I cared naught for the possibility-before me stood Deny Lorrimer stark naked but for shoes and stockings and I had my fingers buried in her body....
With an effort of will I turned from her and addressed myself to the quietly smiling Judith.
"I'll take her . ... "
* * *
The preliminaries were soon settled. The financial arrangements were satisfactorily concluded and Deny entered my big house as my slave.
For a few days we gave ourselves over to the delights of the flesh and Deny soon showed that the promise of her voluptuous body was not a false one-she amply demonstrated the truth of the adage that one volunteer is worth three pressed men (or, in this case, women).
But in these days I began to discipline and train her to her bizarre duties. Several times each day the order was given:
"Strip, slave!"
Deny was as yet wearing her own clothes and these she rapidly cast aside, to stand naked before me, parting her thighs for my exploring hands to plunge into her warm sex. Laughing, I spoke. "This is the pleasure of a slave owner, my dear Derry, and it is one of which I shall take full advantage." Then, naked, she would have to stand facing the wall rigidly at attention and for ever longer periods standing absolutely still.
Then I decided to let her attain a more complete idea of what she was in for!
She was well aware, of course, that I not only wanted her for my slave, but also for the pleasure of whipping her naked body, the ultimate dominance and thrill of a sadistic master, but it was possible that she had not grasped quite what was in store; from her conversation she was inclined to imagine that it would not be vastly different from a good hiding at school-worse, no doubt, but only an extension of what she had already experienced in her young life. Poor kid, little did she know!
So one morning I gave her the now customary order to strip and after the now equally customary inspection and handling of her choicest charms I deviated from routine in ordering her to come with me. We left the study in which she had disrobed and walked together to the floor below, a semi-basement which she had not previously visited. Derry was naked but for her shoes, stockings and garters, so that her bared flesh wibble-wobbled most entrancingly as she moved, muscles rippling, bottom wriggling and big breasts bobbing to each pace. Really, she was gorgeous!
Once below, we passed through a big, heavy door which fitted snugly into its frame. Behind it was a small anteroom, with a door on one side and in front, another door, plain and heavy like the first. This I opened and together we entered the room beyond.
This was quite large-it was in fact several basement rooms knocked into one-and the naked beauty stared around her with a mingling of interest and astonishment, paling a little in apprehension as she began to fathom the purpose of this secluded place. No instruments of punishment or torture were in sight, but the profusion of chains and manacles which met the eye were indicative enough of a more than usually grim use. Manacles were mounted here and there on the walls, or were set into the floor, while others dangled on chains from the ceiling, while yet more such and heavy straps decorated the various oddly-shaped frames and benches set at various parts of the room. In one corner a stout post with sundry shackles stood from floor to ceiling.
I let her study this unpleasant room and its array in silence, which she did for a little while, paling yet more while her strapping breasts rose and fell more vigorously to her heightened breathing. At last she spoke.
"Wh-what is it for, this place?" she asked, with quite a quaver in her normally confident voice.
"This, my dear Derry," (I paused for effect), "is a WHIPPING-ROOM!"
As she swallowed dumbly and trembled with rising fear, I went on: "Here you will be whipped as I wish, my beauty! Here you will experience the pleasure and sport of your master-me! Here you will suffer and scream and beg for mercy as I flog that lusty bare flesh of yours!"
I paused and continued more quietly. "Don't imagine that you will be whipped near to death or frightfully cut up for all that-I am too experienced in this sort of fun to go to the extent of doing you serious harm or injury. But you must be prepared to suffer far more intensively than you have hitherto imagined would be the case. The two maids, Colette and Flower, who already attend to you, are highly experienced and competent in attending whipped girls and will look after you very weU indeed; you need have no fear. But don't think that it won't hurt a great deal-it will!"
Derry stood quivering but silent as I spoke and gradually she regained control of herself-quite a display of courage, I thought. Most girls would have just turned and run for it, naked or not.
"Now let's have a closer look at the furniture and fittings," I chuckled. "You will become acquainted with them all in due course, so you might as well be introduced."
I took her by the arm and led her over to the nearest frame. On top was a curved wooden saddle with a heavy waist strap and at the side were handcuffs. Ankle straps were fitted low down on the sloping planks.
"This is where you will have your first flogging, on your bare bottom," I laughed. "See how this saddle puts your body in the correct posture-bottom humped. As you place your belly on it the pull of the strap arches the torso to the curve of the wood so that the bottom is humped and the breasts jut out, while the legs are spread wide when the ankles are shackled. Thus everything is wide open to the whip per's pleasure," I gloated.
Derry groaned in anguish of soul. Already she clearly saw how she had misunderstood the rigor of the ordeals before her. Worse was to come!
"These chains hanging from the ceiling," I continued. "With wrists shackled at or above head height you are otherwise quite free to dance and can thus absorb more pain. A well-thrashed beauty can demonstrate extraordinary agility under the lash'"
"Here," I pointed to the wall nearby. "This is the ladder. Once quite a favorite of mine, but hardly used nowadays. Laid face down or up and with the limbs bent round the rungs, some effective postures can be devised."
"The whipping-post," I continued, "is not greatly used either, but it is well suited to a formal, old-fashioned flogging on the bare back. Stripped to the waist, with the wrists shackled over the head, the recipient is both nicely positioned and is free to dance vigorously. Of course it can be used in other ways-a naked wench fastened back to it and limbs round the post displays her titties and torso particularly well!" Derry swallowed and trembled but she did not speak while I was expounding.
We moved along the room and viewed other objects. "This is a great favorite, probably more used than any of the others," I murmured. "The good, old-fashioned triangular whipping-bench probably has no superior for securing a lusty beauty for her medicine. Look-the head and shoulders overhang the apex so that the wrists can be handcuffed near to the floor and those scallops at the apex allow the breasts to hang freely instead of being crushed against the wood. See, where the ankles are strapped to each corner, so that the legs are wide apart. If a little mushroom is placed under the bottom of the belly it humps the backside quite prominently and you can imagine how much of these you are showing by then-" I tugged the hairs of her love-nest and Derry blushed furiously through her pallor.
"This last item, the adjustable frame, is really the same thing," I said as we passed on to the next object. This was a frame set in the floor by a stout central square post and on top of it was an arrangement of three broad, stout planks, two flat in the form of a V with the apex continuing into the third plank, this latter being on edge. Ankle irons and handcuffs were attached. The position of anyone laid on this frame was identical to being on the bench. However, I went on to detail the differences between the bench and the frame.
"The frame can be adjusted in angle of slope anywhere between horizontal and vertical by means of this crank." By winding the handle I raised and lowered the frame. "And by means of this handle the height of the frame can be varied from fairly high to very low near the floor." This also I showed to the naked, quivering girl. "Upright it serves as a triangle for a formal whipping, face to or face out."
At this moment we were joined by Colette, the young, perhaps, more accurately, youngish-smart maid, one of the two engaged to serve Derry. She remained quietly in the background for the moment.
"Now you know the positions in which you will take your punishments! I grinned. "So we'll carry on by you seeing what will be laid to that lusty flesh of yours!"
THE END wall of this great flogging-room formed a recess and this was curtained off. To this I now led my naked slave and pressed a button; the curtains parted in the middle and drew to the sides. Derry gave a gasp of mingled fear and horror at the sight revealed to her dilated eyes: she involuntarily stepped back....
"On your knees, slave!" I commanded sternly. The shivering beauty obeyed, her gaze still riveted before her.
"Colette will stay and see that you remain kneeling before the whips," I said, in the same grim tone. "Until I return you are not to rise or look away." Dumbly she nodded. I turned away and left her in an attitude of supplication before the great collection of flagellation instruments.
About an hour later I returned to the whipping-room. Derry was still on her knees while Colette sat upon the whipping bench, smilingly regarding her. On walking up to the beauty I ordered her to stand up. Groaning from the soreness of her stiffened limbs and throbbing knees, she obeyed. Taking her arm I led her a pace or two forward.
My extensive collection of whips, canes, birches, crops, paddles, straps, cat-o-nine tails, battoirs, etc., hung on the wall or were laid out on a narrow, silk-covered shelf across the recess. I began to explain their sundry purposes.
"Flogging instruments, my dear Derry, are in essence of two basic types, those which can cover quite an area of flesh with one stroke, such as straps, birches, cats, paddles and hairbrushes, and those which make one thin stripe such as whips, canes and crops. You will probably be beaten fairly equally by both, though my inclination is usually to the thonged whip. One or two of the first type have the additional feature that they can only be laid to half the body at a time, to one breast or buttock per stroke. Usually if a flogging of thirty lashes is specified, this will mean, in the case of these last instruments, thirty to each side or sixty strokes in all!" Smilingly I gazed upon my anguished slave.
"Now let us consider some of their uses in detail. This strap is best for the fleshier parts so it is laid to tender bottoms and lush thighs, but it is suitable for the belly, too, though for breasts, even such ripe beauties as yours, this smaller and lighter version is more applicable. Both are made in the same way with two hard, thin pliable leathers sewn together.
"The hairbrush or battoir is really restricted to the bottom cheeks or the backs of the thighs, especially if made of wood, but a lighter version in rubber can be used for pasting the breasts like patting butter. When pierced with small holes it is excruciatingly painful, for each stroke rams flesh into the holes and so produces blood-blisters. As stroke follows stroke the blisters run into each other, forming large areas of blazing pain until they burst.
"These paddles are very similar in use and you will see that one or two of them are pierced.
"The cat-o-nine tails is a severe weapon-the birch and it are probably the two worst and I usually reserve them for formal punishments-there are two weights and sizes for the back and a smaller and lighter one for the breasts and torso in general. Actually this smallest one-the 'kitten'-is the most effective.
Light as the lashes are, their bite is enhanced by several tiny lead weights worked into the cord of each thong. This leather five-thonged cat is a speciality, being throughout made of thin, plaited leather and it is a "universal" tool, light enough to be suitable for all parts of the body.
"The leather quirt, with a weighted upper lash is used anywhere. It's very handy for wealing juicy thighs!
"The birch rod comes in various weights and sizes, including, as you see, the inevitable breastweight. Some I keep with the buds still on, so that they gouge the flesh more severely. These on show are really reserve stock; those in use are pickling in this brine tank under the shelf.
Now look at these crops. Long, thin and extremely supple. Mostly made of kangaroo hide with a whalebone core. These crops are extremely suitable for application to almost any portion of flesh and they inflict acute pain-this titty-tupper has a savage kiss....
"These are the thonged whips proper-the blacksnakes as our American cousins call them, very appropriately, too! They have a venomous bite. Again, as you see, they come in various lengths and weights, but this thin six-footer is perhaps my favorite-quite the handiest and light enough for the most delicate meat. With these one has to be something of an expert handler or one could easily inflict dreadful injury, but you need not fear being carved up:
I have had plenty of experience."
Perhaps my white-faced and trembling slave could do with some reassurance; so far she had heard only a recital of undiluted misery!
At least my beautiful Derry now knew the worst. For the five years of her slavery every inch of her magnificent young body was to be mercilessly thrashed again and again, her lovely fair flesh bruised, wealed and blackened, while the big whipping-room would ring with her cries, groans and entreaties, all to satisfy my brutal lust and cruel pleasure! It was a chilling prospect for the young and beautiful creature....
* * *
Nor was she kept waiting long for her first ordeal! The next morning, as we lay in bed, the Chinese maid, Flower entered carrying breakfast, but this time only for me. I gave Derry's bare rump a slap and commanded: "Get up now, Derry, and go with Flower. Colette is waiting; do exactly as she tells you." Obediently the naked girl went out of the room and disappeared with Flower.
A little while later I rose, showered and dressed in light shirt and slacks and eventually closeted myself in the study. It was by now mid-morning and soon a tap sounded on the door and Flower and Colette entered, escorting the naked Derry into the room.
The latter was fully clad in an exaggerated form of the maid's dress of an earlier era, except that the full skirt was not so long. She wore a black satin figure-hugging gown with a tight waist and the dress was topped with an unusually high military-type collar. She wore high-heeled button boots of leather and of mid-calf length, and black gloves to suit. The effect of such a tall and beautiful girl in that attire was striking; I gazed at her with uninhibited pleasure and pride for a moment or two before speaking.
"You are going to have a flogging this morning, slave," I murmured abruptly. "Twenty-five or thirty on that bare rump of yours to initiate you into the joys and sorrows of the rod and to give you the first real taste of a slave's discipline."
Derry was not entirely surprised by the announcement; she paled and her bosom heaved, but she did not speak or flinch.
"Strip her!" I ordered the maids. "Stand quite still, slave!"
The tall girl stood still and erect as she awaited the activity of her maids. The pair began to disrobe her; Flower reached up to loosen her collar while Colette busied herself with various fastenings. Quickly undone the dress fell rustling to her ankles. Derry stepped out of it and it was cast aside. The big breasts were cased in a black brassiere and immediately Flower removed it. It joined the dress on the floor and the lovely breasts were bared to my avid gaze.
During the operation Colette had stood aside but she now laid hands to the lower garments. This was a plain black brief triangle which could be removed by unfastening a single button on each hip. This was enough to draw it from between the thighs, so that her belly was denuded. All that remained was a waspie corselet from which two straps ended in suspenders to hold up her long, dark sheer stockings. Flower started to remove this, but I intervened. "Leave that as it is," I ordered.
I rose from my seat and approached my almost nude slave, the two maids retiring a pace or two as I did so. Now that Derry was stripped, I intended to inspect her rich person thoroughly and intimately.
The examination was brief but extremely searching. I began behind her, examining her neck, ears and long silken hair, then ran my hands down the satiny planes of her bare, strong back, but really to play with her fine bottom. Cupping and squeezing and stroking the plump cheeks and savouring their springiness, I eventually pulled them apart to view the little brown hole.
Turning to her front, I began to toy with the opulent breasts, cupping and squeezing them, pulling and fingering the fruity pink nipples, feeling them begin to go hard at my caress. Derry was a warm girl! Even at this moment she could not prevent-if she wished to do so-the vigor of her young sex rising in response to the intimate caresses. I noticed both Flower and Colette were smiling; they were evidently enjoying the sight of the naked beauty's submission. Reluctantly I abandoned the rising hillocks, I played lower feeling and testing the firmness of her powerful torso and the response of her arching belly....
Finally I invoked the slave-master's privilege of delving into and exploring the intimate warmth of her moist love-nest, nipping the lips and clitoris and working a finger or two right into her body. Only briefly, though, as I did not want to bring her to heat at this stage. This was only a light-hearted play; a gloating tit illation preceding the real sport to follow-the flogging of the beautiful naked Derry!
I stepped away from my slave and addressed the two maids. "Take Derry to the whipping-room," was my order. Each took an arm and they led her from the room. I followed behind, enjoying the view presented by Derry's bared rear, especially in contrast to the fully-dressed maid on each side of her.
Leaving the waspie corselet on had been a happy thought, it bisected her bare body and accentuated the beauty of back and bottom alike. Above the black belt of the midriff her back rippled to the play of her fine muscles and her back was fine indeed-flawless, with the small waist made even smaller and the quite broad shoulders combining to form a pronounced triangle of smooth skin.
Below the waistband, however, was the enticing voluptuousness of her bared bottom. This delight was thrust out more than usually by her very high heels, so that it thrust back arrogantly to any fortunate viewer from behind. As before, the roundness and fullness of the cheeks was very accentuated by the compression of the waist. As she walked the twin cheeks wobbled and tossed, twitched and quivered to their owner's movement. I drank in their lusty dancing; I visualised how they would dance and twitch when I really began to lay the rod across the tender mounds-my breath came more rapidly in eager anticipation . .,. .
The beauty of movement of her long thighs in the sheer hose was a delight, too, as they swung and rolled to each pace. The long stockings set off the beauty of her limbs to perfection and in this respect the meticulously straight seam of the hose gave added joy. To me the seamless stocking is a de-sexer without equal.
Thus happily engaged in contemplating the bare beauty of my slave and anticipating the soon-to-be-experienced joy of applying the rod to her unprotected flesh, I followed the trio downstairs to the basement punishment room.
The maids led Derry along the short passage from the stairs and passed through the first door. Once through the second door they halted in the middle of the room to await my further orders. The maids had already been informed of which frame Derry was to be secured, but first I wished to go through the formal ceremony which was to precede the actual flogging and in which she had already been well drilled, so no excuse was acceptable if she failed to do it properly now.
I had given some thought to the tool to be applied for the first whipping-I was eventually to use the long leather whip more than anything-but to initiate her this might be rather overpowering, and I had finally decided upon the crop.
So while the naked slave with her escort of maids stood in the middle of the room, I browsed among my collection and finally made my choice of a long, thin and very supple polo crop before returning to where Derry stood, pale and trembling but fully in control of herself. My slave had been rehearsed in the ceremonies which preceded and followed chastisement, so with no further speech on my part she began to carry out her pleasing little routine.
Now standing before her, I held out the long crop and Derry sank to her knees, took it in her hand and kissed it two or three times to show her submission to the mastery of the rod and handed it back to me.
"Please flog me soundly for my good, master," she said clearly, with only the slightest tremor in her voice.
"Good," I replied. "Now what do you say after the whipping is over, slave?"
"Thank you, master, for whipping me so well," she answered.
"Don't forget to say it on your knees, kissing the rod again, or you'll suffer extra stripes," I warned. But I was lusting to feel the rod slicing into that fine bottom!
"Stand up, slave," I ordered.
"Put Derry over the vaulting horse," was the next order and the two maids hastened to obey. Taking the naked girl by the arms again they led her over to where the horse stood and faced her to it. Obediently the silent slave laid her bare belly over the top. Passing round, the two each took a gloved wrist and pulled her upper body right down so that they were able to handcuff each wrist low down on the legs of that side of the horse. Then returning to Derry's rear they each took a leg and spread the long limbs to shackle each ankle to the legs of the horse, wide-parted in similar manner to the arms. Derry was now fully humped and helpless for her fate!
With some appearance of reluctance, the two maids then left the room.
I let them depart before strolling over to my shackled slave and examined the results of their work. Poor Derry's rump was high and proud while her upper body hung down, her long tresses hanging loose.
More immediately my concern was with her strapping backside lush, ripe, well-haired sex almost obscenely exposed between nicely humped, the long, stately thighs well parted and her of an expectant young girl; certainly they were to receive them. The full lips were slightly parted, rather as the mouth of an expectant young girl: certainly they were to receive a caress or two, but perhaps not of the desired sort!
"I think I'll make it thirty strokes, my beauty," I grinned. "Plus or minus one or two. This should be quite a good initiation to your servitude and will suffice to show me how well you can stand up to being flogged."
"Are you ready?" I continued after a slight pause. Derry was trembling, her bare body glistening with moisture in the warm room-I was to learn that with pain and fright she sweated profusely-and she nodded. "Yes, master," she whispered.
The crop was a beauty-over a yard long and at the whipping end extremely thin, very hard and supple. Care was needed not to carve up the soft flesh but within that limitation it was a wicked tool to play with. Derry was going to suffer pretty severely!
Without further ado I positioned myself to her left and measured the length of the swing by gently laying the crop to the bare cheeks. The nates, already squirming in dreaded anticipation, jumped and clenched instinctively to the touch. "It's nothing to how they'll jump to a full-arm swing of the crop," I laughed. Something like a muffled sob came from the far side. But enough of this play....
My arm rose and the long crop swung up and back, it paused, then slashed down! I was getting the action I wanted!
CHAPTER TWO
The bite was cruel! Full across Derry's plump haunches it fell, my wrist feeling the caress that its impact made on the bare flesh, my blood tingling to the thrill of mastery! The pinioned beauty gave a loud gasp and her blonde head jerked back, while within the limits of her not too rigid posture her crupper heaved to the pain. Gloatingly I watched the rounds squirm and knot, unclench and knot again as the fiery throb ran through her limbs; as the pain cycle traveled to her fingers and toes and then returned to the point of impact, where now a thin, hard red weal had risen on the fair, tanned skin.
Once again the pain cycle had completed itself, and she reveled in pain.
Once that the agony had replaced itself, the bare beauty relaxed and the breathing became more regular-it was time for the next stroke....
"SWISHHH,......!!" just below the first.
Derry jumped again but this time was quite silent....
"SWISHHH......!!" a little above the first cut ... oh but I managed to keep quite silent. ... jerked each cut but was quite silent....
"SWISHHH......!!" high on the cheeks, just below the 'tail', thighs and it was good for a muffled squeal! thighs and it was good for a muffled squea!
But if I thought she was ready to crack I was mistaken as the rod continued to ravage her now wealed crupper....
"SWISHHH......!!" middle again and she was quite silent....
"SWISHHH......!!" lower and though Derry writhed madly, no sound yet left her lips. Gosh, she was game, offering a real challenge to my mastery, a sporting contest between whip and will....
"SWISHHH......!!" number nine I laid to the neglected top cheeks and I was rewarded by a loud gasp....
"SWISHHH......!!" this cut low againvery low-and for the first time the pain wrung quite a loud groan from her now bitten and bleeding lips. ... I determined to finish it, to crack her stubborn resistance, to sound the ringing music of her scream of pain!
"SHISHHH......!!" to exactly the same spot the cruel crop whistled home! It was sufficient indeed....
"AAAARRGGHHHH....!! OH ...!! Oh!!" she yelled.
"Splendid, slave, now you are beginning to learn what a real flogging is like!" I exulted. "How a man is master of a naked woman with a whip or rod in his hand!"
After a dozen cuts the bottom was well wealed, the hard red ridges covering the full cheeks, though there was as yet plenty of unmarked skin. The nates danced, squirmed, clenched and shivered continuously now as the fiery blaze was stoked even higher, apart from some darkening of the flesh where the ends were impinging around the curve of the right cheek. The gorgeous sufferer sweated heavily, her writhing form gleamed wetly, she sobbed and gasped in pain....
"SWISHHH......!!" for good luck I let the same spot have another juicy cut Derry screamed in anguish ... she was fully mastered now!
"SWISHHH.....!!"
"SWISHHH..... .!!" twice more I laid to the middle and top cheeks then decided that a little spread of strokes would not come amiss-after all, those gibbering, fair-haired lips, so prominently projected by her posture, had yet to learn their master's pleasure! I took a slightly different stance ... and swung ...!
"SWISHHH......!!" full across the ripness of her sex!
"EEEEAARRGGHHH ...!! AARRGGHHH ..,..!!...."
Derry's agony reached a higher note than any which had yet escaped her distended mouth, while, eyes dilated in suffering, she leaped and writhed to the limit of her bonds.
"The pussy-cracker is better than purple hearts!" I laughed in sheer joy. "That's why you'll be fastened with parted legs whenever possible for flogging, so you'd better get used to the idea of the undercut." The naked beauty babbled something among her sobs: perhaps it was just an appeal....
"SWISHHH......!!"
"SWISHHH......!!"
"SWISHHH......!!" three measured cuts, top, middle and low. Derry howled to each. Then, for once I deserted my position on the left and paced round to the right of her....
"SWISHHH......!!" the twentieth cut of the cruel punishment slammed home to the pouting pubes....
"EEEAARRGGHHH....!! AARRGGHHH....!! OH...!"
I thought it time to give her a rest; each stroke had been well spaced from that which fell before to give her time to catch her breath between each cut, but the cumulative pain was now very severe and a relaxation was necessary. Besides, I wanted to examine her more closely.
Certainly she was distressed, crying, groaning and writhing in anguish. Her heavily wealed backside was turning a darker hue in places, at the bases of the cheeks and the hollow of the right haunch. This and the base of the right cheek had several blisters rising-a few more strokes would burst one or more to draw the first blood.
The whipping-room was always kept very warm, to reduce the shock effect and I was sweating both from the exertion in the heat and my rising passions. I slipped off my shirt and slacks, leaving only a thin girdle; this was already bulging with my pride and joy. Before long I must come....
Satsified that Deny would endure at least the full thirty cuts that I had prescribed, I prepared to resume. The helpless, sobbing girl jerked her tear-streaked face at me in supplication. Then she turned away in suffering resignation. The long crop swung up ... and down....
"SWISHHH......!!" the few minutes rest had done her good; the shriek that followed was louder and stronger....
"SWISHHH......!!" twenty-two....
"SWISHHH......!!" twenty-three....
"SWISHHH......!!" and with that hard cut the now big blister on the right cheek base burst to dapple the flesh with the first blood of the flogging and to show a red rivulet down to her stocking-top....
"First claret drawn, slave," I murmured. "Probably more to come yet."
"SWISHHH.,.....!!" twenty-four, across the middle....
"SWISHHH......!!" again between her straining thighs and what a lovely cut-the tip actually vanished between the parted, pouting lips of her sex!
Derry screeched in agony and supplication as a bloody streak spurted from her sex!
Relief came more from my straining desires than from a sense of mercy-the crimson oozing from her pubes was maddening and I. had just time to rip off my strap as my penis rose high, the knob hard and swollen red!
To the floor the crop fell as I dashed between her legs and drove into her; clutching her breasts I rammed away, to the tune of her fresh yell of pain as my fleshy spear rammed into her pain-racked body. Regardless of the state of her flogged rump my belly hammered up and down on the wealed flesh as I rode-briefly, for my heated lust was so far advanced that only a few full drives were sufficient for me to deluge Derry's vitals with a surging flood of stickiness, while I gave a howl of relief and triumph!
For a few minutes I lay on her, gasping, but soon I had recovered my breath and I hauled myself off, my now limp penis emerging covered in spunk and blood. Her naked ladyship was still owing the full tally and there was no reason why the full tally should not be laid to her soft flesh!
So yet again I plied the mastering crop....
"SWISHHH......!!" twenty-six....
"SWISHHH......!!" twenty-seven ... this time I popped the big blister on the middle right cheek for a fresh splatter and stream to decorate the straining thigh....
I crossed once more to the other side....
"SWISHHH......!!" twenty-eight, low down....
"SWISHHH......!!" twenty-nine, this time high up ... "
"SWISHHH......!!" thirty ... to the base again. The full tally had been laid on now but I was determined to pop the large blister on the left cheek....
"SWISHHH......!!" still no luck ... I grimaced and took careful aim
"SWISHHH......!!" to the tune of a searing yell from the tortured Derry the rod bit across the savagely punished flesh and this time success! Fresh crimson spurted on the raw backside, this time to dapple the left thigh.
It was enough-perhaps more than enough-for a first flogging. My naked Derry had borne it uncommonly well and it was time to give her some relief.
So without unfastening the yelling beauty, I hastily daubed her raw, bleeding backside with a quick-acting surface dope that eased the pain markedly in a short time, and I left only her slashed pubes untreated. Having relieved myself only a few strokes earlier, I was not as hot for her as I would normally have been by then and I could afford to be easy with her. Not that I was going to let her off any of the submissions that followed a flogging-I was determined that the beauty would start as she would have to continue. Thus after a few minutes when, still sobbing, she had regained some measure of self-control and strength, I unfastened her bonds and assisted her to lift herself off the vaulting-horse. Groaning, she slumped to her knees as I turned away to pick up the discarded crop-the crop that had splendidly ravaged her fairest flesh....
"Kiss the rod, slave," I demanded.
Deny took it in her shaking hands and raised it to her bleeding lips. It took one or two tries to do it but she eventually made a creditable effort to kiss the punishing rod.
"Now speak up, slave," was my next injunction.
"Thank you ... thank you ... m-master, for ... for punishing me so well," Deny got out between sobs as she shivered on her knees, the absolute picture of a humbled slave before her master!
"Good, now never forget to say that or you will suffer the more," I answered more gently, but I had not yet finished. There remained one more act for her to perform to complete her submission and to acknowledge my total mastery (and to complete my triumph and pleasure on this historic day!).
"Slave, suck me off," I ordered-harshly once again.
Derry groaned and her mouth opened and closed convulsively, now to her mental anguish. The demand was not altogether unexpected, for while we had not up to then performed the game I had intimated that I would require her to thus serve me, in the present state of my penis it was not an inviting prospect!
But when I flicked the rod across her bare shoulders she began to work forward on her knees so that she could bring her face close to my organs. Tremblingly she took my half-hard tool in her hand and with a final groan she let her lips close over the now swelling knob. Sticky as it was with blood and spunk she took it in and I felt the wet warmth of her mouth envelop its hot shape. For a moment I toyed with the idea of making her lick it clean before mouthing it, but decided that enough was enough for one day.
Derry was not unaware of what was required, either. Not only was she sucking but her warm tongue was busy licking at the big bulge in her mouth and thus it was only a short time before I shot, with a shout of pleasure, to fill her mouth with sperm. Gasping and choking, she obediendy swallowed the lot as I roaringly commanded her to do so!
However the whipped beauty was exhausted and she had done enough-she had in fact been very brave and strong and it was necessary not to break her nerve and health. So for a few minutes I let her lie on a couch that stood against one wall while my not yet sated desires built up again. Once more I determined to enjoy the flesh of my whipped slave before calling the maids to remove her for rest and attention.
Derry groaned as I lay upon her but obediently opened her legs to admit my rising blade, though she made little attempt to respond to my caresses as I began to ride her with increasing vigour. Up and down I rode, pistoning in her body with greater and greater energy as the last heated desires came to fruition, but she managed to work her sore loins to answer my last efforts before her sex was deluged once more.
I was by now quite exhausted and lay for a short while on the naked body beneath me before climbing off to ring the bell for Colette and Flower. The pair came in at once and bore off their charge for treatment, quite careless of their employer's spunk and blood-smeared nakedness. That they had seen often enough before!
The skilled treatment of Colette and Flower combined with Derry's magnificent physique and spirit to make a rapid thing of her recovery and after a couple of days in bed she was fit enough to be up and about, though not actively for a day or two more. I took advantage of this period to spell out to her in much greater detail the organization of her duties and various demands that I would make upon her.
In essence, of course, it was that I wanted her as my absolute body-slave, to serve me naked as required but always so in the evenings, to serve all my bodily lusts to the best of her ability and to suffer such physical chastisement on her bare body as I should wish to inflict or consider necessary to maintain the most rigorous discipline. This latter feature of her servitude had naturally to be kept within reasonable and endurable bounds and, punishment floggings and minor chastisements excepted, she was to suffer a flogging not more than once a month. The severity of each whipping was a matter of my choice, but equally limited both by my wish not to break her spirit or to inflict lasting injury or disfigurement.
To this end I laid down a scale of flogging----
"A flogging on back or bottom or both (including the thighs) will be either twenty-five or thirty lashes (or the equivalent).
"A severe flogging will be either three dozen or forty lashes, which you will find to be pretty severe indeed. You should not often be whipped so hard for either sport or punishment....
"A full flogging will be fifty lashes. I know that it sounds terrific but will be rarely if ever inflicted-sleeping with another man will be about the only offence to carry that sentence.
"For the front torso, as the implements are usually much lighter, the categories are raised, so....
"A flogging will be thirty or three dozen lashes .,.
"A severe flogging will be forty to fifty lashes....
"A full flogging will be five dozen lashes....
Derry received this exposition with a marked lack of enthusiasm. Perhaps that was understandable, as at the time she could not sit down with any degree of comfort!
Having got that little lot home, I developed the theme somewhat further.
Additionally there will be minor chastisements, usually on a "six-of-the-best" basis for minor offences, usually given on the spot with a cane, though you will have to go through the full ceremonial for them, including stripping down to shoes and stockings. Offences which merit these stingers will be moving or speaking when supposedly standing still during waiting-on, twisted stocking seams, not wearing the proper undies, not having a clean body when inspected and so forth. I'll make out a full list soon and add to it as occasion arises.
These chastisements will be laid once only to any one part of the body. The first will usually be to the bottom and as I don't intend to apply stripes to already wealed flesh, if another caning is needed before the first has cleared from the skin, the second will be applied to the backs of the thighs, while if a third thus is then needed it can be laid to the navel.
"Later, as you become more broken in to this life," I went on, "I'll introduce those fine breasts to such a punishment, for to endure half a dozen painful cuts with even the lightest rod will be a supreme test of discipline. That is something you can look forward to!"
Derry nodded miserably. Really, this slavery business was not all that it had been cracked up to be. It sounded worse and worse.
From all this I began to expound on what I wanted from her in the way of services.
"You already know, slave, that I require you to serve me absolutely day and night, with no other duties at all and that servitude shall include waiting upon me in the nude whenever I wish and unless otherwise ordered, always so in the evenings.
"Generally, you will serve me in the bedroom and dressing room, in the bathroom and at table.
"In the first case you will help me to dress and undress and generally perform the duties of a rather intimate valet. In the daytime you will wear the dress that is laid down, in the evenings normally only in shoes, stockings and thin garters.
"In the bathroom it will be naturally much more intimate and you will in addition be handling my naked body and you will thus be naked for such service. You will have in particular the care and handling of my penis and balls; this on top of the warm and humid atmosphere of the bathroom, will often excite my desires and you will be faced by an erection. When this happens it will be a flogging offence to take down my stand to relieve me by any other method than applying your lips and tongue and sucking me off. Do you fully understand?"
Derry, burning crimson, nodded. "Yes, master."
"Good," I went on. "Your other main duty is to serve me at table. During the day this will not be in any way unusual, but for my evening meal in my own rooms you will attend me in the nude, except for shoes and stocking. From time to time I may desire to vary this latter routine by requiring you to don various bizarre outfits designed to accentuate your superb figure, but primarily your servitude will be in the nude. Nakedness is the badge of the slave and that is chiefly what I wish to have."
"That is clear enough," murmured the subdued girl. "All this is more or less what Madame Judith explained to me when she was first enquiring on your behalf."
"Splendid," I replied. "It all seems frightfully unendurable but you'll be surprised how quickly you will fall into it and you may be sure that Collete and Flower will do a wonderful job of looking after you at all times. They seem quite devoted to you already, even though it amuses me to see you submitting to my desires."
So Derry began to carry out her day to day duties and I must say that from the beginning she performed them exceedingly well. During the day she dressed in similar fashion to the ensemble that she had worn in which to be flogged, except that the dress was shorter and normally she wore ordinary court shoes instead of the especially high-heeled button boots that she had sported on that occasion. Nor did she wear gloves. I insisted on a very high standard of smartness in dress, grooming, posture and carriage, though this was hardly necessary. She walked erectly and gracefully in any case.
In the evening, of course, she was required to perform her intimate duties stripped down to her superb buff and perhaps it really was at table that her magnificent nudity was presented at its best. It always gave me the greatest pleasure, even more than her nude servitude in the bathroom.
We quickly established a routine. Before dinner I would usually be in my study, across the hall from the dining room, the door of which was screened by a heavy curtain. When the meal was ready I would hear a gong sound and I would leave the study and go to the dining room.
And there would be my slave. Stark naked but for the sheer long hose and thin garters, with her magnificent height accentuated by the extra-high-heeled shoes she wore in the evenings, she would be standing absolutely still and erect like some superb statue, holding the curtain aside for my entry. Perfectly still she would remain, even when I paused beside her to play with some delicious portion so generously displayed, testing the firmness and resilience of a glorious breast or pinching a full thigh or buttock. Once through the door, she would drop the curtain and follow me in, to draw up my chair as I sat down to table.
Once I was seated, she would begin to serve the courses from a large sideboard. She faithfully obeyed my detailed instructions: when approaching with a dish it would be held well to one side of the body so that I had an unrivaled view of nature's bounty in action, the ripple of her belly and the lusty wibble-wobble of her big breasts. Similarly, when retracing her steps, she moved so that her bottom juddered excitingly.
Between courses she was required to stand to attention and absolutely still-this was the end to which her earlier training had been directed-displaying her incredible torso to the very fullest, belly in and bosom out, hands on hips and head high. It was not easy to hold such a pose for very long and as I did not hurry between courses, this particular demand gave opportunities for punishment. So much so that after the first few days or so a cane was always ready to hand in the dining room and my lady slave's rump was well striped! She soon learned to keep still and the incidence of chastisement was sharply reduced, though never entirely eliminated.
Collette and Flower toiled upon her ceaselessly, tending the lovely body with loving care. Particularly in the morning, when she was exercised and groomed to be dressed for the day and also in the late afternoon, when she was bathed and undressed for her evening duties. Poor Derry could not claim any portion of her superb anatomy for her own! Either the two maids or myself were endlessly exploring each and every nook and cranny of her most intimate parts!
Her education was continued, too. The odd chastisement wealed her flesh from time to time and once she suffered wealed haunches, thighs and firm navel all in a couple of days. So I introduced her to the painful nag of having to wear punishment drawers next to the whipped skin. These were drawers made of a mesh, knotted together, of thick, coarse string, exceedingly rough and prickly. They were not tight, but made fairly loose so that they worked about on the enclosed body as the wearer went about her duties. They could not be removed by the slave as their belt was locked in position about her waist.
On donning this penitent's garment my otherwise nude slave was made to carry out an hour's intensive punishment drill in the gymnasium, her bare, lithe body leaping and running under Colette's strict supervision and command, so that she suffered acutely from the endless rasping of the prickly cords and knots. At the end, as she stood crying before me, Colette unfastened the girdle and dropped the drawers for my inspection. The whipped portions looked mighty sore and inflamed!
Satisfied, I ordered the French maid to pull them up and lock them in place. Derry then dressed and went about her normal duties, the string drawers only being removed for her evening stripping. Against the immaculate smoothness of her bare body and limbs the punishment on the inflamed parts stood out vividly. Altogether, the canings and the additional treatment had amounted to quite severe discipline.
Not many days later she was introduced to fresh correction. As with the punishment drawers I had used it many times before but it was of course new to her. Again it was very simple, for it also depended upon the enhanced sensitivity of a portion of the female anatomy.
Briefly, it complemented the drawers by being a punishment brassiere, but of a different conception. This was simply two full cups on a broad band which cupped the breasts in the normal way but, as with the other garment, once in place it could be locked in such a way that the wearer could not remove it without tearing the material.
One evening after dinner I decided to let Derry learn for what purposes this little garment had been designed.
At my call she entered naked and awaited my pleasure.
"Fetch the punishment brassiere, slave-Colette has it and will give it to you," I ordered with a chuckle.
Obediently she departed, tto return in a minute or two with the desired article. Kneeling before me, she proffered it.
From my pocket I produced a small box and showed it to her. "This contains itchy powder, Derry, which is probably new to you." She took it as I held it out to her.
The cups of the brassiere were coned at the centre and I then directed my slave to shake a small amount of the itchy powder into the inside of the cones. Only a small area of the inside of the cups was so treated, but that area was liberally sprinkled. This achieved to my satisfaction, we progressed to the next and obvious stage.
"Put it on, slave. Lean forward so that your bubs drop into the cups," I ordered. As she obeyed and the cups enveloped her breasts, I locked the straps behind her back and the garment was fixed to her body.
There was a small buffet only a yard in front of me and just to one side. "Sit on that, Derry," I ordered. "Now open your legs so that I can see your pussy. That's right. Hands on hips and chest out-out!!!" She obeyed to my satisfaction.
"Now just sit there, perfectly still."
Smiling, I relaxed and lay back in my chair. Derry made a pretty picture of a submissive slave, indeed, but her stillness would be of short duration as I well knew.
Quite suddenly her composure was ruffled. Involuntarily her torso twitched as the itchy-powder 'bit' sharply on the most sensitive portions of her treasure chest. For a moment of two she struggled to maintain her rigid posture, to obey my order to sit quite still, but it was an impossible task. Her bare belly literally crawled and shudders ran up and down her long limbs, while sweat started on her agonized face.
"Just keep your hands on your hips-you can wriggle otherwise," I laughed-from previous experience knowing the utter impossibility of attempting to stifle the raging natural reaction of the inflamed nerves to such an irritant. While thus remaining seated, Derry took advantage of my indulgence to squirm and writhe madly, her head tossing backwards and forwards, or revolving right and left on her slender neck.
My enjoyment of this cruel but fairly harmless torment was intense, as the naked sweating beauty jerkily demonstrated the fluidity of her voluptuous body, gasping and sobbing with the unalleviated itch!
After a short while I unfastened the brassiere and released the tortured bubs from their anguish. Gasping and trembling in sheer relief, Derry relaxed upon the buffet.
But I was not letting her get away quite so easily tonight!
"Now open your legs wide and show me your pussy properly," I laughed. "Good!" Derry sat there with her long, lovely thighs well parted and her lusty, ripe sex well displayed as ordered.
Laughing, I continued: "Take the box of itchy powder and run some into your crack, slave. Especially around and onto the clitoris-more-more-that's much better." Gasping, the naked beauty performed this amusing task as I directed.
"Sit upright-legs wide open-and clasp your hands behind your neck," I commanded, before sitting back to watch the fun once more.
Mutely appealing, the beauty obeyed, but had hardly done so when a convulsive twitch racked her taut belly and her lusty thighs jerked in unison. Soon she was writhing and jerking, twisting and convulsing as before, and it was not many minutes before she burst into tears, her sobs mingling with her jerky, gasping breath. The tears ran down her cheeks and dripped onto her juddering, sweaty bosom. The convulsions of her belly and loins were fascinating, almost unbelieveable in their despairing anguish. I could hardly look anywhere else than at that hair-fringed and gibbering mouth.
But this was becoming unbearable torture and not just a little sport with a naked slave. I whipped out a handkerchief and quickly leaned forward to wipe away most of the powder from the moist warmth of her heated love-nest. The relief was immediate but her nerves had been too inflamed for her to stop crying and twitching at once; it was some little time before she was eased to the point where she could have continued with her duties.
However in a while she was more composed and was able to depart, taking the discarded brassiere with her, while I took care to retain the little box of itchy powder. Actually I had plenty in stock but still saw no reason to lose sight of any of such useful stuff. This evening's rather cruel little session was quite unusual as far as Derry was concerned but normally itchy powder has no lack of employment.
It was not a speel that she enjoyed, however-I really thought that she would have probably preferred to have been caned!
CHAPTER THREE
THE END of the first month of slavery for my lovely naked Derry came round and with it was due her second flogging. This was of similar pattern to the first in that her fine young backside had to bear the brunt of my assault. Really the only difference was that on this occasion she lay upon the bench instead of over the vaulting-horse to receive the burning caresses of the long crop. As yet she had not experienced the delight of the whip.
However, I determined that she should experience the lash next time and possibly a little variation of reception area, though as she would not be whipped again until the end of the second month I made no final decision. It would suffice to determine the details much nearer to the due date.
In the meantime, I settled down to enjoy the flesh and servitude of my gorgeous slave and life for several weeks was very pleasant indeed, for Derry composed herself to her incredible submission in an astonishingly facile manner. By the end of the second month she was carrying out her voluptuous duties as though she had been born to the life. Once more the month end approached and the problem of her next discipline required a solution. I had in any case already decided that she must endure the whip, but it remained to decide which whip and which part-or parts-of her delectable anatomy would suffer its vigorous application to her satiny hide.
Finally, I decided upon the cat o' nine tails, but then amended this to be by the five tailed, all leather and pleated whip-a tool almost identical, but if anything, rather more voluptuous. I was rather of the belief that, nothing beats leather.
At the same time her splendid back was selected rather than her backside, with or without including the thighs. Partly I wished to whip her fine back for its own sake but also because such a whipping would have no sexual excitement for her, thus it would be simply very painful. It would be a good example of a whipping administered purely for punishment as distinct from the previous whippings, in which her sexual domination was a primary aim.
The tally of lashes I kept fluid, depending on how she took it when the whipping was actually being applied, but an upper limit of three dozen left a fair margin of adjustment according to circumstances.
Having determined the type of flogging and the weapon to be used, the rest fell into line automatically.
She had to be stripped to the waist, appropriately in this case and after a while, undecided, I left this out to Colette to sort out-I'd no doubt that that very competent lady would know what to do.
For such a flogging the triangle was the historic frame to which the recipient was habitually triced, but this I did not possess in my whipping-room, however, there was quite an effective substitute in the shape of the adjustable frame which could be raised from the horizontal to the vertical. Stripped to the waist, her long legs parted and strapped to the planks and her wrists shackled above her head, Derry would be ideally presented for the lash!
So during the evening prior to her being whipped I called her in.
"Tomorrow you will be whipped again, slave," I announced.
"Yes, master," came the unhappy reply.
"We'll break new ground this time and warm up that splendid back, Derry," I laughed. "It will let you know what a real punishment flogging is like, especially as it will be with the leather cat. Thirty or more stripes will stoke up a pretty blaze in the morning!"
Patently unenthusiastic at the prospect, my gorgeous Derry disconsolately left the room on her dismissal.
* * *
Quite early Colette came into the bedroom and roused the still drowsy girl as she lay by my side, to drag her off to be prepared for her ordeal. Yawning, the naked beauty emerged from the sheets, stretched herself and then arrival with the maids I puttered around placing the I settled down again to await the arrival of my breakfast.
Some time later I wandered down to the whipping-room as for once I intended to receive Derry there and not in my study for inspection as usual. While awaiting her arrival with the maids I ppttered around placing the leather cat conveniently to hand and arranging the whipping-frame, first raising it to the vertical and then adjusting its overall height, lowering it as a whole until the leg-planks settled down onto the floor. Now all was ready-all that was needed was Derry!
Derry was not nude. She was enveloped down to her ankles in a black cloak of silk heavy enough not to give any indication of nudity beneath it. Colette was evidently teasing me by this arrangement, as she had been left to her own inclination to garb the slave's lower parts for this formal flogging.
At the moment of their entry I had been standing by the big recess which was festooned by the dread array of whips and rods (the curtains were drawn back) and there I had remained when they halted their charge in the middle of the room. After contemplating the scene for a moment, I spoke:
"Bring Derry forward to view the whips!"
Smartly the trio marched forward, to halt only a pace from the recess.
"Strip the slave," was my next command.
The two maids immediately seized the cloak and removed it. Flower folded it over one arm.
Derry's magnificent torso was bared to my eager eyes. As requested, she was this time not entirely nude; across her lower navel a triangle of sheer scarlet silk covered-more or less-the intimate junction of her notch, this one garment held in place by a button at each middle hip. From this two scarlet suspenders held up her long sheer hose. As was usual for a whipping, she was wearing shoes with extra high heels.
Above this brief and enticing garment her superb torso rose in all its rich splendour, the firm flatness of her tummy surmounted by those two great hillocks, each tipped by its jutting rosebud.
Her arms were behind her back and as I passed behind to study her rear parts I observed that a light cord encircled her wrists, a neat touch on Colette's part.
"On your knees, slave," was my command.
Derry obeyed and to the five-tailed leather cat she made the humble submissions in which she had been so regularly drilled. It was time to begin....
"Put Derry to the whipping-frame," I said, indicating the item in its vertical position.
Colette slipped the cord from Derry's wrists and the two maids, taking her over to the frame, fastened her securely to it. To handcuff such a tall girl's hands well above her head, Flower had to drag over a set of steps, but it was then quickly done. Meanwhile Colette had taken each long, silk-clad leg in turn and strapped the ankle to its leg board. In a moment or two my near-naked slave was triced up in fine style.
Once the task was completed Colette and Flower left the room, leaving me alone with the pinioned beauty.
She was a most fetching sight, with her long legs straight and wide-parted and her arms raised at almost full stretch; the sheer expanse of her fine back showing quite bare until meeting the edge of the scarlet silk at the top of her bottom, while this garment was so skimpily cut that it left bare most of the lower cheeks so that I could see their nervous twitching as their gorgeous owner quivered in anticipation of what was to come.
It was not long in coming!!!
Once that I was well in position to operate, I lost no further time. I gave a couple of swishes of the cat in the air to loosen my arm-Derry's back crawled as she flinched in anticipation of the imminent burning caress. Then I swung the thongs well behind me to stroke in earnest, as a prelude to laying the cruel, plaited leather hard across that fine bare back.
"SWISHHH......!!" the first lash of the whipping impacted hard and hot to Derry's back. To its brand she heaved and arched to the limit of her shackles, but by now she knew well enough what the bite of the scourge was and she was tight-lipped and stubborn....
"SWISHHH......!!" again....
"SWISHHH......!!" again....
"SWISHHH......!!" again....
"SWISHHH......!!" and yet again, in measured sequence; this last to the sensitive shoulders with a muffled grunt in response.
"SWISHH......!!" again, lower down, and again in proud silence....
I always greatly enjoyed Derry's very brave attempt to hold back her cries-it offered a real challenge to my efforts and her eventual shrieks were the more pleasurable than if she had yelled from the beginning.
"SWISHHH......!!" this time I let the whip wander high up her back again and a low groan forced its way past the bitten lips....
"SWISHHH......!!" but she was silent again to receive the swing of the thongs across the now heavily wealed middle back....
"SWISHHH......!!" just a little higher now, across the base of the shoulders and in return the whimper was much more of a muffled squeal, only just held in. Obviourly she was almost broken!
"SWISHHH......!!" again, hard, to the same raw place! The back must have felt white-hot already as I had laid on heavily enough. As such it was more than she could endure....
"AAARRGGHHH ...!! AARRGGHH ...!! OH! All!"
Derry's first untrammelled scream of pain echoed through the big whipping-room, the cry of the vanquished slave!
"SWISHHH......!!" the poor, wealed shoulders cringed to another such searing lash! Derry screamed aloud again and there would be no chance whatever of her regaining self-control now.
"SWISHHH......!!" high up....
"SWISHHH......!!" low again....
"SWISHHH......!!" right to the top of her shoulders....
"SWISHHH......!!" low middle ... to each lash to these inflamed portions Derry now screamed and yelled quite unrestrainedly....
"AAAARRGGHHH ...!! OH!! OH!!!!......
RCCHHH ...!!"
She was well-mastered now!
"SWISHHH.....!!"
"SWISHHH.....!!"
"SWISHHH.....!! "three sizzling lashes laid to top, middle and low brought thetally to a total of twenty painful lashes. The castigation had been laid on methodically and unhurriedly, but Derry could certainly do with a breather and so could I, greatly as I was enjoying my cruel task.
Yes, the whipping was going very well up to now and my beautiful slave looked good to receive quite a lot more yet of the lash, but it was as yet early days for flogging her and I decided that somewhere between thirty lashes and three dozen would amply suffice for her punishment on this merry occasion.
Noting then her general condition I was satisfied that I was not overtaxing her strength and endurance and prepared to carry on.
"How do you like the lash on your bare back, girl?" I laughed.
"It hurts ... urff!! It hurts ... urff! Oh! It does hurt!" she whimpered, still writhin with the throbbing pain.
I can't say that I was exactly comforting at that moment. "It's going to hurt quite a lot more yet," I chuckled. "It's a master's sport to whip his slaves and you were specially obtained for this."
"SWISHHH.,....!!" Derry screeched afresh as the lash ravaged her raw flesh. "SWISHHH....!!"
"SWISHHH......!!" twice more to the same tortured place on her poor back. The especially sore part received my attention. A little blood is never an unpleasant sight and those rising blisters certainly needed popping anyway.
"SWISHHH......!!" yet again to the target area and Derry's yell reached a new peak of anguished desperation, but the concentrated assault upon the blister area did the trick!
The big blister that had risen on her right shoulder blade burst, spattering droplets of crimson around and starting the first wet, crimson rill down to the waist of her briefs.
Good!
Just below both shoulders other blisters had risen so I concentrated on popping them as the next targets. The welkin rang in answer to my efforts! Derry had very powerful lungs and they were very effectively exercised that morning!
"SWISHHH . .,....!!"
"SWISHHH......!!"
"SWISHHH......!!" three powerful drives in succession scoured the target area but against my anticipation the nearest blister was the first to go. The wealed and heaving flesh was again dappled with the bloody spray of droplets and a second streak ran down to the silken triangle.
"SWISHHH......!!"
"SWISHHH......!!" just to break the monotony I tried one high and then one low down on the writhing back and then returned to the primary target.
"SWISHHH......!!" thirty up and Derry stood there howling like a banshee!
"SWISHHH......!!" and yet again to the ravaged flesh and at last the thrill of success! Blood flowed yet again to rill down to a rounded haunch. The upper hem of the scarlet triangle briefs was quite wet now. For the first time, too, my well-whipped slave yelled for mercy.
"MASTER ... OH!! ... PLEASE....!!"
So just once more I lashed her dancing shoulders to the tune of another frightful screech and then brought it to an end.
Well, almost....
For a moment I dropped the leather cat and with both hands I seized the brief triangle that was my whipped slave's only garment. With a quick wrench I tore it bodily from the splendid hips and threw the tattered silk aside. Then, whip once more in hand, I surveyed the spread-eagled and now naked girl.
The contrast between the now fully revealed and unravaged bottom could hardly been more marked compared with the wealed and crimson back. Above the waist the expanse was all red with much of it a darker hue, bespattered with blood and with red trails running down from the devastation. The unblemished crupper writhed and clenched to its wretched mistress' anguish.
My lust had been rising for some time; even during the break I had discarded my shirt and now I dropped my slacks and stepped out of them. As I was naked then my rising penis was unfettered and rising hard, with the colouring knob greatly distended in questing readiness.
Even in her pain Derry had divined my intention and she made a great effort to close her thighs, but in vain against the anguishing straps. So, as nothing occurred immediately, she relaxed and sagged sobbing in her bonds. As she did so I swung the whip....
"SWISHHH......!!" full under her body sang the five searing thongs, to uppercut the warm ripeness of her exposed sex with the brand of a red-hot iron!
" ' E E E E A A R R G G H H H ...!! EEEEAARRGGHHHH ...!!"
Derry's wild howl of anguish echoed around the confines of the big whipping-room; it was, if I may say so, a lovely stroke.
It was also the last one (for this time!) I was bursting for her now and had her wrists and ankles unfastened in a trice. In her pain she slumped to her knees, to kiss the whip as ordained and to gabble her humiliating submissions. That ceremony hastily concluded, the leather was thrown away. Grabbing her hair, I rubbed my now fully erect penis and balls up and down her face before presenting the former item to her bleeding mouth.
The feel of her warm, wet mouth and the lick of her tongue on the inflamed member was maddening and it was not long in my heated state that my raging lust was relieved by an almighty surge. Derry had quite an effort in swallowing that lot-remember she was still sobbing bitterly from the unrelieved pain of her whipping, but after nearly choking she finally got it down.
Naturally, I wasn't leaving it at that! My blood so heated as it was, it was only a few minutes before I was working up again, though I had made use of the interval to apply the dope to her back to take away the worst burning of her pain and laid a cushion on the floor so that she could place her whipped back on it as I laid her flat. On top of her now, my hands worked her sweaty flesh, moulding and caressing her rounded breasts and the heated spike of my rampant penis driving deeper and deeper at each thrust of my agitated loins.
With a gasping shout I rammed a fresh load of sperm into her vitals; I lay gasping and caressing the suffering slave as she lay beneath me, still sobbing. The pain must have been severe as I eventually hauled her upright to sit on the nearby bench, for she shouted aloud as I did so. And again as I pulled the cushion from her raw back, where the drying blood had caused it to stick to her skin.
It was over! Derry had been introduced to a real slave's whipping and had endured it well. I was pleased with the result of my investment in her gorgeous body-so far she had come up to my highest expectations and promised to "wear well" if properly looked after. This latter consideration would be well attended to by the two maids, Colette and Flower, expecially as they had taken an almost motherly interest in their charge from the beginning. This was not to say that they were against her being whipped-indeed, they were almost as eager as I was to lay the last to the superb body, but they repaired the ravages of the flagellations with loving care.
Mentioning the two maids, it was high time that they were summoned to take care of Derry.
I rang the bell for them.
In moments they entered the whipping-room and aided the crying girl to her feet. Then, one on each side, they assisted her to leave the room of pain for the relief offered by their services.
In the ante-room between the two doors was a shower. This was very welcome and handy; afterwards I dressed and left the room of chastisement well satisfied!
Now that Derry had become more aware of the potentialities of the lash upon her wonderful naked body, I maintained even more rigorous discipline for the beauty, completely subordinating her to my will and whims in every possible way. Colette and Flower kept her superb physique in trim and maintained her standard of turn-out at its highest. After all, I was very proud of my gorgeous slave and I wanted the very best for her.
I began to make more use of inspections-body inspections, that is. During the day my slave wore her uniform dresses and that helped. The routine for inspections became quite fixed.
I would ring for her and on arrival....
"Strip, slave!"
Quickly and gracefully she would obey until all her superb flesh was bared, usually, however, retaining her shoes and stockings. Then, standing erect with hands clasped behind her head, she would await my investigations. I rarely hurried, dwelling luxuriously upon the possession of such a bounty of feminine charms.
My hands would caress and dwell upon her firm back, down to her lovely sleek bottom. Here I would linger awhile, stroking, squeezing, pulling, now and then making her jump with a sharp pinch. Similarly a play with her long, velvety thighs until I transferred my attentions to her torso. Here the opulent erection and fullness of her breasts naturally absorbed my glance and hands, the lush beauties swelling and hardening as I played with them, the pink nipples rising and stiffening in concert. But mindful of the sharp taste of the cat on her bare back for lack of control, beauty took care not to ejaculate on my hand as I finally burrowed deep into her mossy love-nest to explore its warm intimacy.
On completion of this routine my slave would take up her clothes and depart, though on resuming her duties I sometimes delighted in requiring her to dress before me.
Latterly, however, I had devised another pleasure to be obtained from the servile beauty, now that she was used to the idea that her body was now utterly my property. It was based on the intimate military inspection known as "free from infection" or "F.F.I." for short.
It followed a similar routine to begin with. On being summoned the beauty would have to strip.
When nude I would say "F.F.I., Derry," and she would then stand in front of me-here I may interject that on these occasions she also removed her shoes and stockings-and show me her feet, parting the toes, and then her hands with fingers spread, first palm upwards and then reversed. Then kneeling before me, she raised her arms and showed her armpits in turn.
Standing again before me she turned around, to show her fine back before placing her hands on her buttocks to pull the cheeks apart and bend forward so that I could take a good look at her little brown hole.
About turn again, the naked beauty's hands went to her breasts, pushing them down as far as they would go until, as her hands slid off them they would leap back into their usual erect, lusty perkiness, jiggling as they regained their freedom. Then the reverse, pushing them up to the limit before they dropped free, bobbing voluptuously. Finally she enticingly pulled them wide apart and then brought them together.
The last part of the act was one which always brought a blush to her cheeks, however long she was with me. It was to place a hand on each side of her navel and then hook a finger under each side of her vulva. By this means she hauled her love-nest as far forward and up as she could. The result as she leaned back a little was a close, deep view of her innermost secrets. Poor Derry, quite a modest girl, really, was always humiliated at thus performing for my possessive pleasure.
Very recently I made a meal of this titillating play. She had earned a minor punishment, but before giving it I called her in to perform the F.F.I. Derry stripped naked and, blushing as ever, carried out the prescribed routine and, disciplined creature that she now was, displayed herself unusually well.
Perhaps it was the thought of the weals to come on her tender bottom that spurred her on!
This time I determined to have the fullest possible pleasure from my slave.
As she completed the routine and removed her fingers from her pubes I smiled and said simply:
"Again, slave!"
Derry began to go through it all again, fingers, toes, armpits, back, bottom hole When she began to flip her breasts I murmured: "Keep that up until I tell you, to carry on with the rest."
I treated myself to a minute or two of the manipulation of the majestic globes before permitting her to drop her hands to the fuzz-patch of her sex.
When she exposed her organs I again made further demands: "Arch yourself back and push your belly out more." She did so to give me a better view. "Now in future always do it like that."
After a moment or two I gave her permission to stand easy, but if the now heavily-breathing beauty imagined that it was over she was quite mistaken. I spoke.
"Again, slave!"
Obediendy the naked girl began again. Fingers, toes, armpits, back, bottom-hole, breasts and the now exaggerated pussy display, she faithfully performed her act. I saw no reason to let her go.
"Again, slave!"
She may well have been thoroughly tired of it by now but she went through it all again and without any loss of vigour, either, as I had always insisted on that.
Laughing now in enjoyment, I said:
"Again, slave!"
Wearily, but no less vigorously, my slave performed her duty of self-display, through from beginning to end.
This time I examined her flesh. With so many repetitions performed vigorously her fair skin was showing plenty of finger-marks.
"Put on your shoes and stockings, slave," I commanded. Patently relieved, she obeyed.
"Fetch the cane, slave!"
To this by no means unfamiliar order, Derry marched from the room, to return with the pliant yard of summary correction which slickept in her room to avoid going to the big whipping-room to obtain it. With the cane held at her side she stood awaiting my pleasure.
"Kneel and kiss the rod, slave," I smiled.
To her knees sank the naked beauty, to kiss the cane that was to ravage the tender curves of her beautiful bottom and to hand it to me.
"Present," I said, rising, cane in hand.
Derry stepped away, presented her fine back and then bent forward and down, right down to touch her toes-a posture that her long legs and high heels made all the more invidious. I tapped the cane lightly against the back of her legs to ensure that they were stiff stretched so that her bottom was humped with the skin tight stretched. "Six-of-the-best" was extremely unpleasant in this position!
The taut nates quivered as I raised my arm....
"SWISHHH....!!" the punch of the cane on her flesh tingled back to my wrist. A good stroke! A hard, segmented weal rose upon the soft skin. From the hurt beauty was torn a whimpering gasp and she partly rose.
A moment later she resumed her stiffened position.
"SWISHHH......!!" a second weal rose a little below the first, which had been high up. Derry was silent, but twitched up a little before re-positioning herself.
"SWISHHH......!!" lower, to the middle of the humped bum.
"SWISHHH......!!" again lower. This time Derry did not rise, though I could see tears streaming. Brave girl!
"SWISHHH......!!" low now. Derry heaved to the bite of that one, though no sound left her lips.
* * *
"SWISHHHH....!!" just over the thighs that cracked. A muffled squeak was my reward and it was with tremendous relief that beauty rose upright. She did not clutch her burning rump, however, until I gave her permission.
As always after punishing her I took her in my arms and bore her down upon the couch. In a moment or two I was into her, to be embraced by her arms and long thighs as I worked the strapping breasts and kissed her tear-streaked face. Soon our rising passions were engulfed in a mutual surge of hot juices; we lay for a while embracing each other.
Gathering up her clothes the punished beauty departed, six dark weals vivid on the whiteness of her skin, to seek her maids and their attention for her throbbing buttocks.
* * *
These minor punishments formed quite an important part of her training-at least as much as the floggings-as the latter were really part of her duty, part of the pleasure in the posession of her. I applied the cane to her bare skin for all manner of offences-having a twisted stocking seam, or not standing stock-still when waiting on. Occasionally I found her not wearing a bra or briefs when dressed, but she quickly learned not to commit these offenses. In a way the necessity to punish her became less as she became more practiced in her servitude.
I introduced a rather cruel refinement to the minor punishment. Instead of dressing completely after having had her bottom so caned, for the rest of the day my lovely slave had to wear a special dress with the back cut away to the waist. As with this dress she wore no drawers it meant that her bottom was bared, revealing the weals of her punishment upon her cheeks. She did not care for this at all!
Incidentally I made a point of never punishing flesh that was already wealed, so that if more than one caning came up in a brief period, she received the next on the back of her thighs. The test came one day, when after two canings in quick succession, she merited a third.
She was ordered to bend backwards over a table after stripping. From waist to love-nest the firm curve of her navel was invitingly displayed and upon the hard flesh I laid my six cuts, the hollower drumming of their impact being in sharp contrast to the lighter, sharper crack of the rod to her rump. This meant that Derry was wealed bottom, thighs and belly. So for the next two days she performed her duties clad only in high-necked military type tunic, her fleshy charms entirely bare below the waist and vividly displaying the many marks of her master's displeasure!
Colette and Flower were particularly amused by this-poor Derry, her cheeks flamed continuously!
* * *
Derry was now thoroughly proficient in the discharge of her duties and her beauty and glorious physique made her a glorious slave. To be dressed and undressed by such a naked woman was to mc a great thrill and to be bathed and dried, my organs washed and handled, by that naked woman in the warm, humid atmosphere of the bathroom was a stimulus that required my slave's lips and tongue for relief!
Yet to have her serve at table was perhaps the most enduring pleasure. To go to the dining room, where a superb naked statue held aside the curtain for me to enter, to follow me in to draw my chair, to sit and be served by the stripped goddess, was a thrill that never lessened. Often her flesh was marked by lash or rod, which enhanced my enjoyment of her servitude.
A good deal of thought had gone into her table routine. She would stand naked but for the sheer stockings and high-heeled shoes that enhanced her splendid height, rigidly at attention, tummy in, breasts high, until it was time to change courses. Then the statue was alive! Smartly she stepped forward to serve me. Smartly so that I enjoyed the full toss of her lovely breasts-she held the dish at the side so that my view was uninterrupted.
After serving she equally smartly returned to her place so that I could feast my eyes upon the ripple of her back, the roll of her long thighs and the wobble of her lusty bottom cheeks, the latter thrust into greater prominence by her high heels. Reaching her alloted place, she turned to maintain her silent, rigid stance as before.
Nearly always she simply wore the high-heeled black shoes, sheer dark hose with a pronounced seam and thin black dress garters, which so admirable set off her otherwise total nudity-in any case she was to have served nude from the start. Now and again, however, I varied the outfit a little. Occasionally I had her serve in net tights, high-heeled boots or shoes and a black waspie belt, or a full "Edwardian" nudity-black high-heeled boots or shoes, net instead of sheer hose, garters, a black corslet and a black choker, with her hair piled high on her head. The tightly compressed waist emphasized the lusty uplift of her ripe breasts and of her fine, rounded bottom.
One rather "fetching" costume was quite elaborate. She dressed-if that is the word-in a sexy variant of one of Frederick's grenadiers. She wore black high-heeled patent leather thigh boots and a high scarlet mitre cap, which really enhanced her height to incredible proportions. The garment she wore was a cunningly-shaped greatcoat. It began with a high, hard collar, but below it was cut away to reveal her whole bosom. At the waist it was held to her body by a shaped corslet belt. At the back the coat was divided into two tails right up to the waist so that one could see the length of the nick of her bottom and the inner cheeks.
Thus the full essentials of her nudity were preserved, breasts, bottom and love-nest, all bared to my eager eyes.
One duty of hers always gave me pleasure, too. Sometimes, having gone out and returning in the evening, I would hand over my car at the garage attached to the general part of my residence and from there press a button to signal my arrival. Then I would walk along the passage that connected with my private wing where Derry, the two maids and myself were normally the only permitted people.
I would walk up the stairs and the living statue would come to life to take my hat and coat if I were wearing them. Then she would walk ahead of me carrying them, to treat my possessive eyes to the roll and judder of her immaculate flesh as she moved. Or sometimes I would walk beside her, watching a glorious breast toss and jiggle to her walk.
And I had the thrill of knowing, too, that at times the nearby whipping-room would echo to the crack and whistle of the lash upon that superb flesh and to her ringing screams of pain!
CHAPTER FOUR
It was indeed not long before my enslaved beauty earned herself a flogging, but a disciplinary punishment instead of the "duty" one that was very soon due in any case.
Her naked ladyship was serving me one evening after dinner. I was watching a television programme and she was bringing coffee. She came in with it on a small tray and approached me in the semi-dark room; whether she tripped in the gloom or if the picture distracted her attention for a moment I don't know or care. I only know that as I sat in the chair the hot coffee cascaded over me. Flay me, it was hot!
But not as hot as her silken hide would be, I vowed!
She scurried round, drying me off and then helped me to change. Apart from giving one hearty slap to the nearest part of her gorgeous frame at the time I said and did nothing, but once she was finished I ordered her to bring fresh coffee while I resumed my interrupted viewing. When she returned and served me I ordered her down onto her knees until I was ready to deal with her.
The particular programme over, I switched off and turned my attention to my kneeling slave.
Seating myself before her I took my time about speaking-she was pale and trembling.
"What have you to say, slave?" I asked at last.
Derry licked her lips before answering. "I'm sorry for my clumsiness, master. I don't know how it happened," she said in a low voice.
"Pure carelessness, then," I murmured.
She was silent.
"You know what happens to careless slaves?" I went on grimly.
"Yes, master," she replied.
"Well, what?" I rapped.
"They are whipped, master," answered the kneeling one.
"Long enough for you to say so," I said more quietly. "So what do you say now?"
"Please, master, give me a good whipping for being so careless."
I smiled. "That's better. At least you know that you have been naughty and must be punished."
Anxiously the kneeling beauty awaited her fate; she was pale and quivering but under control.
I let her sweat a while before pronouncing sentence.
"In the morning you will have thirty strokes of my whip on that splendid bare back, my dear Derry," I smiled. "Perhaps you still remember how the five-tailed cat hurt?"
"Y-yes, master," she murmured disconsolately from her knees.
"Go now and tell Colette and Flower," I ordered.
The quivering beauty rose from her knees and left-her dejection was very obvious as I watched her departing form.
* * *
The next morning Colette and Flower brought her in, prepared. Really the beauty was entrancing. She was nominally stripped to the waist, with high-heeled short boots on her feet, black net tights-which revealed everything of bottom and love-nest-encased her long legs and thighs, and at the waist these were topped by a compressive black waspie. Black arm gloves completed the attire.
ALove the waist her charms were bare, of course. I flipped and played with the big breasts and examined her fine back, caressing the firm planes and soft skin. Yes, the lash there would hurt!
Colette spoke. "M'sieur, we have dressed her in the net tights which have the slit under the body," she said. Laughing, she went on; "You can enter then without dropping the tights."
Derry's face flamed and she wriggled in embarrassment!
"Take Derry to the whipping-room," I ordered them.
The semi-nude slave walked between them and I followed as usual. Her out-thrust bottom seemed no less voluptuous by virtue of the net covering and her superb back rippled to her movement.
We entered the whipping-room with its grim appurtenances and the great rack of whips and rods.
"Put Derry to the whipping-post," was my command.
Colette and Flower stood her belly to the stout wooden post that was fixed from the floor to ceiling and clamped her gloved wrists above her head. Thus apart the bare-backed beauty was unfettered-she could leap and dance at will.
I selected my plaited leather whip; she had danced to it last time. She winced at the sight of it and her bared back crawled in anticipation of the imminent anguish as I held out this cruel whip for her to view.
"Now, Derry," I smilingly said. "This will stoke up a pretty blaz" upon that fine skin, but you can dance to your heart's content." She flinched and trembled as I ran my hand up and down her back, while a tear gleamed in her eye.
"So we will begin, my slave," I said.
Derry was standing motionless at the whipping-post, with her back quivering and her plump bottom twitching, her head bowed between her raised arms. By now I was well positioned to her left side, arm raised and the supple lash dangling, eager to begin. To the swing of my arm the cruel thong hissed in the air; her back flinched to its arrival.
"CRACKKKK......!!" it was, if I may say so, a nice opening gambit. Neatly across the middle of her back leaped a thin red line curling slightly upwards. She jumped to the lash-a sort of "ouch" came from that bowed head.
"CRACKKK.......!!" slightly above the first and parallel to it. My slave was silent but one boot began to stamp. These lashes on her back certainly hurt.
"CRACKKKK......!!" a little below the first, the tip went further round her ribs and her head whipped back. That boot stamped a little harder.
"CRACKKKK......!!" higher again, across the base of the shoulders, a most painful lash. Derry leaped to it and she writhed more and longer.
"CRACKKKK......!!" as low as I intended to go, not much above the waspie. Both the gasping beauty's heels were drumming now.
"CRACKKKK......!!" high on the shoulders a hard lash, wringing both a loud gasp and a vigorous leap from the pinioned beauty.
She was whipping well, my lovely slave, brave and stubborn as ever. This was what I wanted her for-the lash!
Slowly I moved to the other side to even the strokes on that fair skin. Six vivid weals now flamed on that fair, tanned back. The area crawled and quivered to the pain and tears ran down her cheeks.
"CRACKKKK......!!" from the opposite direction the thong peeled across the middle. Derry leaped and danced.
"CRACKKKK......!!" a little higher-I was repeating the first half-dozen.
"CRACKKKK......!!" a little lower.
"CRACKKKK......!!" to the lower shoulders now and Derry whimpered. The half-naked beauty was suffering! She leaped and danced to each lash, her heels drumming a veritable tattoo on the hard floor.
"CRACKKKK......!!" the very low cut produced a moaning wail.
"CRACKKKK......!!" to her writhing shoulders the lash seared and was rewarded by a strangled yell. It would be very soon now.
This was the last of the back-handed half-dozen but as she was on the point of breaking I carried on from there.
"CRACKKKK......!!" and it was enough! Savagely laid to her shoulders, Derry's stubbornness cracked on a ringing scream of penned-up but now unendurable pain!"
"AARRGGHHHH ...!! AARRGGHHHH ...!!"
"You're in good voice, my slave!" I laughed in triumph and swung the whip again.
"CRACKKKK......!!" to the same sore spot.
Derry howled and danced-she was really hurt now.
"CRACKKKK......!!" down to the middle to give those raw shoulders a rest.
"CRACKKKK......!!" low this time. At each lash Derry danced and screamed, her pent-up anguish venting itself via her powerful lungs. Her legs pistoned, her boots clattered on the floor, her head tossed and revolved on her shapely neck.
I paused to examine her back. Lashing from both sides had produced quite a diamond pattern of weals and the whole area from neck to waspie was well covered. Here and there a lash-tip had snicked the skin and at one point on her left shoulder where several lashes had crisscrossed a thin red rill was oozing. So far so good!
Back now to my original stance on her left side I resolved to stay there for the rest of the flogging.
"CRACKKKK......!!"
"CRACKKKK......!!"
"CRACKKKK......!!"
"CRACKKKK......!!" four measured lashes traversed her back evenly from bottom to top and Derry's yells and gyrations reached a new high. I was glad she was so free. It meant she could much more readily absorb the pain of a severe lashing.
Twenty had now been laid on. I paused and addressed my suffering slave.
"Perhaps you are feeling a little sore now?" I inquired grimly.
"Y-yes, master ... it-it hurts ... Oh! my back," whimpered the crying girl.
"What are you being whipped for?" I prompted her.
"For-f-for bb-being careless!" she sobbed.
"Would you like to say how sorry you are?" I went on.
"Master, p-please ... I'm-I'm sorry!" eventually she got it out between sobs.
"And what else?" Pitilessly I pressed her.
"P-please give ... me ... a ... good whipping!" she groaned more in supplication than anything.
"You were to have thirty lashes and you shall have all the remaining ten, my dear!" I went on more gently. "This is deliberately a severe punishment, do you understand?"
Dumbly she nodded, head bowed in suffering.
"CRACKKKK......!!" in answer to the whistling lash she screamed.
"CRACKKKK......!!"
"CRACKKKK......!!" twice I scoured the soft, sore shoulders.
"CRACKKKK......!!" low down and round her ribs.
"CRACKKKK......!!" to the middle again.
"CRACKKKK......!!" the previous two to the shoulders had drawn blood almost round to the armpit, now this repeated lash to the middle did the same, both streaks on the right side.
"CRACKKKK......!!"
"CRACKKKK......!!"
"CRACKKKK......!!"
"CRACKKKK......!!" to end the thirty lashes I again traversed her poor back from bottom to top, fresh red now welling under the left shoulder. And as I cast the whip aside and looked at her wealed form, I noticed that one or two other rills were showing round the right ribs. By gosh! Her back looked sore! There was no sexual satisfaction, either-it was simply all pain.
I unfastened Deny from the whipping post and laid her on the floor. She took her weight on her elbows to avoid rubbing her whipped parts on it-the muscular effort of her flogged back made her cry out in pain again-and opened her legs wide. Her well-mossed love-nest gaped wide through the under slit in the net tights. With my passions raging I now stripped. For these occasions I usually don shirt and slacks over a brief belt. All three were whipped off and my rising blade swung into view before her pain-dilated eyes.
In a trice I was down on top of her and pushing my way in. It was noticeable that she was not as ready to receive me as usual-her own passions had not been stimulated by her whipping. I found that I had to force my way in and her sex took some punishment on its own account as my heated weapon battered its way deeper and deeper. And when I finally discharged into her deepest crevice she did not mingle her juice with mine.
Naturally still on heat, I spent a moment removing her boots, corslet and tights, denuding the beauty, and then settled her on a bench with a cushion under her raw back. By this time I was half erect. I settled on her for a second ride and steadily worked up. I shot again and relieved myself more fully.
In answer to my ring Colette and Flower entered. Ignoring my bespattered nudity they approached the still-reclining and sobbing girl. Gently but firmly they hauled her to her feet and began to move her out. Derry for once was sluggish but Colette gave her a slap on one shapely haunch and the crying beauty moved herself more smartly then.
* * *
I still had not quite finished punishing Derry then. She spent the usual time in bed, of course, to recover, but her back was still heavily wealed and sore when she was up and about. On the first day of her return to duty I paraded her.
"For a week you will dress to show the whipping you've received," I pronounced. "I want this lesson well engraved on your mind, slave."
There was nothing really suitable, but the maids conjured up quite an attractive if scanty outfit for her in the end. Her day shoes and sheer hose, with garters served as a basis. Then she wore a frilly black satin skirt, so short that it only reached to the extent of her notch and in front this was topped with a maid's black silk apron which only partly covered her big breasts. Specifically she was not allowed bra or panties.
The effect was quite amusing!
As she walked, the frilly skirt always lifted and both the intimate pussy and the buttocks were bared to view, as much to the enjoyment of Colette and Flower as to mine, while the bouncing of the breasts carried the riotous pair well beyond the confines of the upper part of the little silk apron. Derry went about her duties during the day in a blaze of cheeks and confusion. She was such a modest girl really.
More seriously, of course, it left her splendid back and shoulders bare so that the eye was drawn inevitably to those areas, so the observer was immediately struck by the severity of the whipping that had been applied. It was the first time that my slave had been compelled to advertise that she had been flogged and she really hated it!
It was a very relieved Derry when the seven days of parading her now vanishing weals was ended!
CHAPTER FIVE
It must not be thought that all my cruel enjoyment of my lovely slave consisted of laying rod or lash to her tender flesh. Many other diversions of a less painful nature could be employed for disciplinary purposes and these were often indulged in. They were facilitated by the lonely position of the house, it's total enclosure and extensive grounds.
Sometimes I just had her spread-eagled in the sun-stripped, of course. It made for a feast with the insects. When the flies got especially bad, I would rather calmly sit down in a deck chair beside her naked frame. Simply, four stout pegs were driven into the ground and with one wrist or ankle tied to each the beauty lay, with arms and legs wide. As this was for several hours at a stretch, I took care to allow her limbs a little play to avoid cramp.
As the burning sun was beating down on her it was wise to cover her head and eyes with a cloth.
She was usually pegged out on a small, quiet lawn and was thus not too uncomfortable-for a while, though in the end it must have been sorely trying. Sitting close, I could watch her wriggle and twist to ease her stiffening limbs. She would be thirsty in the heat, for she had nothing to drink while spread-eagled.
Of course if the flies were troublesome she was tormented and this was not infrequent; the sweating torso twitched and writhed more savagely as they nipped, but she could not ease herself much. And when flies or creepy-crawly things discovered and explored the crannies of her love-nest she really heaved! In the end, laughing, I usually had to relieve her.
And in the end relieve myself. She would be lying helpless and blind, baking and sweating, when a body would descend without warning upon her-cutting off the burning sun-and a hot rampant penis would force her unprotected sex. I never hurried a consummation on these occasions. I played and rode entirely at my ease, reveling in the possession of my slave as a completely helpless prisoner while I ravished her voluptuous charms.
In one respect also the first time that she was spread-eagled was rather funny. When she was released she complained of being very sore between her legs. I personally examined the area. I deduced that as her under-body was not suntanned like the rest of her body, it had actually been burned by several hours' exposure to the hot sun during the spread-eagle. Poor Derry, her nest was burning with more than love-heat for days!
* * *
She became very good at marching and drilling under my direction-she learned very fast. It helped her movements as a maid, carrying herself to display her figure at its very best.
Drill was divided into two sorts-ordinary and punishment. The ordinary was unexceptional, even though much was at the double, but the latter was harsher under the burden of pack and pouches filled with sand. It was a heavy load and even Derry's strength was tested to endure it for long. For ordinary drill she dressed in white silk tight breeches and scarlet or white silk tunic, boots, shako-style headgear and with or without light webbing.
But under punishment conditions her outfit differed. She wore the same headgear, boots and gloves, but apart from the webbing, only a tunic, or equally often, nothing, so that her splendid nude portions wobbled and jumped to the vigor of her body at the drill movements.
For punishment drill there was a touch of the inevitable stimulus to that flesh!
Correction followed a pattern!
Derry would be called to a halt and to attention.
"Two paces forward!" I commanded.
"Legs at wide easy."
"SWISHHHH....!!" my little supple cane would be then brought sharply up between those shapely thighs, an underchop to her pubes that must hurt acutely. However, my slave had to stand unmoving and unflinching as it might be my wish to administer a second such. But this was the limit for one occasion though she might receive more than one such punishment during the course of the drill.
Derry did not care for punishment drill.
* * *
Nor for the log discipline either. For this she presented herself in headgear, boots and gloves only. Then, holding a fairly heavy wooden log or bar above her head, she had to double up and down at the word of command. As might be expected, the arms tired rapidly and running was in any case made much more arduous by the inability to swing the upper limbs. Fit as she was, she was quickly distressed. It could have been very severe if I had pressed her. I did not use this punishment after the first two occasions.
It was in use until recent years by the Royal Marines.
* * *
Shot drill was more within her compass. This was a direct adaptation from old Army discipline.
The idea was that a person undergoing shot drill had to pick up a cannon ball from a row along one side of a parade ground and double with it to the other side to put it on the ground there and then double back for another and so on until all the cannon balls had been laid down on the far side. Then the procedure was repeated in the opposite direction. As the drill was awarded for a period of time-say one or two hours-it followed that the shot might pass from side to side a number of times before it was over.
In this case the parade ground was a wide lawn and I liked the odd occasion when I put Deny to the drill and as I didn't press her too hard she didn't take it amiss. I was quite content to see that lovely form in continuous motion, running and sweating, all her voluptuous flesh rolling, bobbing and leaping as she doubled about.
She preferred this to most, in fact!
* * *
There were, of course, many other punishments that I could have amused myself with and provision for some was actually to hand, but there was a limit to the amount of real pain that one could inflict on a slave that was a volunteer. As Derry received a flogging at more or less regular intervals, with odd canings interspersed between these, I considered that she bore quite enough. She could-in theory at any rate-walk out on me in the next ten minutes. There were no wardens, no locked doors.
So I discarded the possibility of employing such devices as the wooden horse, upon which one sits astride with a weight on each leg. This can be an agonizing device, according to the length of the 'ride', the weights suspended on the limbs and the angle of the inverted V on which the prisoner sits. In Cromwellian days it caused a great many ruptures among the unlucky soldiers that were condemned to it, which was one reason why it was replaced by flogging as the standard method of maintaining discipline in the reign of Charles the Second.
Similarly the stocks-which can take a variety of forms-I regarded this as an inane punishment anyway, as most of mine for Derry had a basis of sexual stimulation, for me always and for her quite often.
Equally, more savage devices like hauling her up by her wrists or thumbs to tiptoe, so that when the feet tired all the weight was on the upper limbs. This would have been particularly agonizing for such a big girl-in this respect the better power/weight ratio of the Dresden china doll type is a big advantage to the little ones. It was something to which my slave was never subjected.
As mentioned before, provision was made for all this in a part of the gardens, totally enclosed by a thick belt of trees and shrubs and entered only through a locked gate. The center of this area was a small flagged space with a whipping post in the center. Around this was a circular path, off which were a number of 'alcoves' in the trees and shrubs and each 'alcove' was equipped with one of these devices-stocks, wooden horse, arms stretch, etc. One more that I might mention was the cartwheel. Set on its side and revolving on its hub, a victim could be spread-eagled on it in the same manner as on the ground. Derry was to experience this variant.
One or two more of these 'alcoves' were equipped as flogging positions and it was one of these that I had originally selected for her next discipline until her carelessness had caused me to use the whipping post in the big flogging room. I had no intention of letting her off the original punishment, but obviously it could not just follow immediately on the quite severe back whipping. So I had to postpone it for another week or two.
My lovely slave was not left in ignorance of the position and forlornly contemplated the ensuing dance of her buttocks.
Meanwhile she went about her duties as usual.
One such chore she had to perform I christened "Queen of the Whipping Room." Each week she cleaned and dusted the big room and each article of 'furniture'-naked, of course: for her not to strip in there was a flogging offence. Once a month she also oiled, polished or waxed as appropriate every whip, strap, crop, etc. as need be. So on that day she spent most of her time among the tools of her pain, perhaps not the most pleasing duty that her servitude demanded.
This was always followed by my inspection, first of the room and then by a more detailed and careful examination of the flagellation instruments as I tested them for polish, suppleness or cleanliness. Her naked ladyship meanwhile stood at attention beside the row of tools, no doubt fervently hoping that I would not find fault with the result of her hours of toil.
Stripes followed upon that silken skin if I did!
Always at the end I inspected the center of all this organization-the bared body of my delightful slave. Naturally, after so long at work she was not so intimately clean as usual-she was usually sticky and moist-but this inspection was only to play with her.
Finally, after kneeling before the whips for a few minutes, Derry kissed each one individually before departing, leaving the big flogging-room ready for her next major punishment.
Derry was brought in for her whipping by Colette and Flower, bathed, groomed, stripped stark-naked save for her usual shoes, stockings and garters. I made my usual examination of her bare body and then looked it over again.
To Colette I said: "Drop her garters to just above the knees and then roll her stockings down to them." This the French maid smartly performed.
I explained to Derry: "I'm going to pay rather more attention to your thighs, my dear-they are marvelous for whipping and they have not had their full share of swishy treatment."
This was not pleasant news for my slave, who probably thought that transference of lashes to her thighs would not necessarily mean that her rump would suffer the less, but she accepted this without question. The naked beauty marched to the whipping-room as usual. Once more I feasted upon the delights of her flesh; the motion of back, thighs and bottom was an eternal titillation.
Once inside the whipping-room, however, I simply made my selection from the great collection-a medium weight quirt of some three and a half feet of length, of soft, plaited leather, very pliable and biting. Derry looked about her to see to which bench or frame she was to be secured for her fustigation.
I had other ideas.
"To the punishment garden," I ordered the trio. As we left the big room I said to Derry: "You can have this flogging out in the fresh air, my dear. It will be a change for you to have the sky above and the trees enclosing us instead of walls and ceiling."
I did not think at the moment, but Derry's idea of a flogging was simply how long and hard it was going to be!
We marched out into the fresh air and along the enclosed path to the punishment garden. Passing through the thick belt of trees we entered the circular path which gave access to the 'alcoves'. About the sixth along was our goal.
We all entered the place. Derry had not seen this particular one before and looked about her with interest; as for the two maids, they might not have done so either. But that I cannot say with certainty.
It consisted of an open circle of grass lawn some twenty feet in diameter, encircled" by thick bushes and with trees all round at a somewhat greater radius. Embedded in the center of the lawn was the whipping-frame that my lovely slave was to grace. It consisted of a beam about four feet long set on the ground with ankle shackles at each end. From the middle of this horizontal beam rose another, not vertically but at a fair slope and at the top of this second beam was a shaped wooden saddle arrangement which accommodated an arched torso, from lower navel to about the bottom of the breasts. A strap clamped the waist down into the curve of the saddle so that the buttocks were well humped. Down the sloping post was a handcuff at each side, for the wrists. It was all very similar to the one in the whipping-room.
For flogging bottom and thighs it was a neat position and the sex was extremely prominent, too. Indeed the breasts were exposed, dangling free just above the end of the saddle and a rising slash of the whip could be laid to the beauties without obstruction from any part of the structure.
Before being secured, Derry knelt and kissed the quirt as she had been taught to do, repeating the formality of begging a good whipping as well.
Rising, she stood ready.
"Put Derry onto the whipping-frame," I ordered the two maids.
Colette and Flower took the naked slave and laid her torso to the saddle. The girl held her body to fit it and Colette quickly and firmly fastened the strap to hold her down. Flower took her wrists and handcuffed them to the wooden upright. There now remained only her long legs; each maid took one, drew it outward and then shackled the ankle to the horizontal beam.
Their tasks completed, the pair departed.
It was Derry's first experience of being flogged in the open air.
The 'saddle' arched her body back, so that her fine backside was pleasingly humped and prominent. As her thighs were well parted (as usual!) she showed her ripe and lusty sex. The lovely creature was too well aware of my methods to imagine that those tasty parts would escape attention from my supple quirt!
Her upper body was nearly horizontal, so that her fine breasts hung away from her chest, elongating under their own weight. I cupped the nearest beauty, squeezing and jiggling it for a few moments. "It's about time these lovelies tasted the lash," I murmured. "I've waited quite a while to let you get used to the whip and I think you are ready, so next time you will feel it on these!"
Derry gave something of a sob at this, though it was no surprise-I often mentioned striking her proud mounds. For a moment, too, I tickled and teased her prominent slit and delved down. She wriggled at this liberty, though it never seemed to be unwelcome.
"Time to begin," I murmured, picking up the quirt.
Choosing my spot to stand, I gave one or two preliminary swishes of the quirt in the air. In spite of her self-control Deny could not entirely escape the anticipatory flinching of her bared flesh and one of my joys of whipping her was to observe the twitch and quiver of the threatened parts; she did not suppress it on this occasion. Her bottom clenched convulsively and her long, trembling thighs tensed to the pain to come.
Raising my arm I viewed the impressive display of the bared nates. I selected the middle of the cheeks and my arm swung-
"SLASHHHH!!" As the opening gambit carved the fleshy rounds Derry heaved and grunted: the vivid weal rose on her fair skin.
"SLASHHHH!!" I christened the upper cheeks-
"SLASHHHH!!" The tender base of her buttocks flamed to their first caress-
"SLASHHHH!!" Again to the ripe haunches-
However those quivering, statuesque thighs invited my attentions!
"SLASHHHH!!" I leaned a little forward and wound the thong right round her far thigh like a garter, just above amidships. I'll bet it stung!
"SLASHHHH!!" After that I could not show partiality, so I equally treated its velvety twin. It was fun to see the weals leap up right round them.
I crossed over to the other side.
"SLASHHHH!!" The middle crupper received its share!
"SLASHHHH!!" Now low again-
"SLASHHHH!!" For her left thigh a second garter, just above the first-
"SLASHHHH!!" And a second garter for the right thigh.
"SLASHHHH!!" A straight cut across the tops of both thighs. I was keeping my promise of giving them both plenty of attention!
Derry was suffering acutely now but maintained her stubborn silence, though her wealed flesh was now one continuous jump and writhe.
At this point I introduced something of an innovation. Previously I had given little or no warning of an undercut but this time I made an exception. Slowly I drew the length of the quirt along her gaping sex; Derry groaned and lifted her head her tear-wet eyes dilated with pain, as I lifted my arm. As I made to strike, her head dropped again-
"SLASHHHH!!" The viperish thong sang full between her lusty thighs-and I didn't get a squeak from her!
"SLASHHHH!!" Vengefully in answer to her stubborness I lashed her bottom hard. At least this time I was answered by a strangled groan-
"SLASHHHH!!" A new approach-from the base of the right buttock round and down diagonally across the tender inner thigh. Derry squealed to this new pain.
"SLASHHHH!!" Having paced back to her right side I treated the left thigh to an identical lash-
"Isn't it about time you allowed yourself the luxury of screaming, dear Derry," I smiled down to her. She just shook her head, but she couldn't take much more.
"SLASHHHH!!" Brutally hard across the top of the shuddering backside. The squeal was repeated-louder!
I poised myself for a hard lash to the same area again and swung-
"SLASHHHH!!" And it was enough!
"AARRGGHHHH!! OH-!! OH!! OH!!
The familiar and welcome sound of my mastery was wrung from my whipped and obstinate slave!
"SLASHHHH!!" I topped her fine thighs again-
"SLASHHHH!!"
"SLASHHHH!!"
"SLASHHHH!!" Three measured strokes in succession traversed her rump, top middle and bottom. Derry was in fine voice now; she howled loudly at each lash.
"SLASHHHH!!" For the second time I undercut those ripe gash lips-she yelled blue murder!
"SLASHHHH!!" On the upper right thigh I marked out another red garter-
"SLASHHHH!!" And the same to its twin-
"SLASHHHHM" The mid-bottom was very sore-looking-
"Phew," I said, laying the quirt aside. "It's damned hot in the sun." It was and Derry showed it. Her naked body baked in the heat, while her mounting pain made her sweat the more; glistening wetly in the strong light she was quite in a muck-sweat!
While she composed herself somewhat, I stripped off my clothes, including my shoes and socks. After a moment I slipped out of my brief girdle, too.
Quite naked now, I felt my manly blade rising and it would not be long before I was randy for her. Meantime the groaning, writhing girl had settled to some extent, so I resumed-
"SLASHHHH!!" To the flinching base cheeks, on the right of which the usual blisters were rising.
"SLASHHHH!!" To the tune of Derry's ringing scream I lashed there again. A red spurt followed and ran down the plunging thigh. First blood!
"SLASHHHH!!" A cross-cut across the thighs, as low as I could get to cover both with one lash-
"SLASHHHH!!" The upper cheeks received a delayed kiss.
"SLASHHHH!!" And the undercut again! This time I tapped crimson from the gibbering pussy-
I was now in heat! I had not finished punishing the naked girl-I had intended at least three dozen for her by using this light and short whip-but I was too advanced in my lust to deliver the remainder without first relieving!
Derry was in any case too beautifully poised for mounting without being unfastened from the frame.
Quickly I was onto her, pushing my inflamed knob into her partly opened slit. A vigorous push set me well into her and settled my body over her whipped bottom, my hands seeking and finding those dangling breasts. As my navel came down onto her backside I was struck by the heat of the whipped cheeks-it must have been awfully sore; it certainly looked as if it was!
Rapidly I worked away, grunting as I rammed my rigid tool in and out but always further in until I was embedded deep into her vitals. Only just in time, too, as I ejaculated almost as soon as I rammed down.
Gasping I drew off her and stood behind her, my belly and loins dappled with blood and spunk, regarding her ravaged bottom and thighs before picking up the quirt again.
"SLASHHHH!!" I began with a 'Garter' to the top of the right thigh-
"SLASHHHH!!" And so treated its twin-
"SLASHHHH!!" Over the top of her writhing backside.
"SLASHHHH!!" A lusty cut to the quivering cheeks that popped a blister in the hollow of the right haunch.
"SLASHHHH!!" And a low cutter that trimmed a final bloody streak from her left wobbler-Thighs and rump were now well anointed-heavy pattern of weals covered the parts and my lovely slave was well mastered and distressed.
It was time enough to end it!
"SLASHHHH!!" Again to the ravaged pussy! The whipped slave leaped as far as her rigid posture would allow.
I was in heat again but not so urgently as before, so I was able to unfasten her wrists, ankles and waistband and help her to raise herself off the whipping-frame. She sank to her knees, hands gingerly feeling around her whipped bottom, still racked by sobs, but I stood before her with my sticky and sanguinary penis rising hard again-
"Suck me off, slave," I rapped.
My smeared tool must have been a repulsive sight but Derry was too punished to disobey and her lips closed over the red knob.
Convulsively, between sobs, she sucked on my swelling horn. The triumph was overwhelming-I could think of no greater triumph than being sucked off by such a beautiful, naked, whipped girl who was my utter slave! I roared with glee as my surge filled her mouth-she knew what to do and desperately gulped-down it went. Triumph and lust were strong today but as my first raging desires had been assuaged, I was more gentle as I laid myself upon her carcass.
This time as I pistoned into her she began to respond; her body came up a little to meet me, her wealed thighs clasped me, her strong arms embraced me and this time our love juices mingled in a consummation that left us both weak and gasping. We lay a while fused together before I summoned the maids.
As we were some way from the house they brought a trolley for Deny and assisting her to her feet, they loaded her face-downwards on it to transport her back to the house for much-needed treatment. I was in no hurry. Sitting on the grass in the hot sun I let them go before rising to follow, clothes in hand and still naked. There was no point in dressing before taking a needed shower. Lazily I sat and watched the two wheel the trolley out of sight before I moved myself.
CHAPTER SIX
On rarer occasions I indulged in the luxury of using Derry as riding mare or pony. This could not often be, for to indulge in either sport entails liberal use of the whip and that would be more than she could stand on top of her regular flogging-this latter being part of her duties.
Now and again, however, I had my lovely slave saddled. Stripped to running boots and gloves, she was then fitted with a special harness which corseted her waist and padded on to her shoulders. The waistband carried handcuffs on a few links of chain to shackle the wrists.
At the rear of the harness, about level with the base of the shoulders was the little saddle, carried like a frame rucksack on the harness. It was fitted with stirrups. A bridle-bit went in her mouth, buckled behind her head and it was fitted with short reins as the medium of control. One could embellish the outfit but plumes on her head were a nuisance, as when in the saddle, they waved in my face. So she did not wear them.
Again, one could fit a small horse's tail, either directly to the rear of the waistband or actually clipped to the bared flesh. It gave a piquant touch to the bizarre outfit but being directly under the saddle could not be seen when mounted, so she did not carry that either.
I rejected a control device that was popular with some riding-mare owners. In place of reins to a bit, clamps with small teeth that could be closed by turning a knurled screw over tasty nipples and fitted with reins, could be used. In that a sharp tug could tear away one or both nipples they were dangerous-I have seen mounts dribbling blood from their torn breasts through rough use of this device.
In my opinion Deny was not absolutely suitable as a riding-mare. She was in fact too tall-the rider's centre of gravity was too high-and one seemed to be very high off the ground when mounted on her. Naturally, for carrying a man's weight the tiny, baby-doll wench is useless, as no amount of whip can make a small girl run with a thirteen stone man for more than a few paces, but the best type is a strong, fit, more heavily made woman of good middle height. Derry was relatively too slender for her six feet one and that in spite of her exceptional strength.
I would like to point out here that urging such a mount requires skill and presents problems. Spurs are obviously useful if one is prepared to rip one's mount to ribbons-with Derry I was not-while whipping their backsides properly when they are directly under one's own is not all that easy-just try it!
The mount's torso comes far more easily to the natural swing of one's arm. One can carry a crop or quirt long enough to reach down the mount's belly and upper thighs and it can be fun searching for their fuzz-boxes, but such a whip is unhandy for their breasts which are nicely to sight and reach as one leans forward. For these a very short quirt is best. So one really needs two whips for effective use.
For all these reasons I rode Derry but little, reserving it for a rare thrill. It was a thrill, mind you, for once she was under way she was fleet and enduring. Her limitation was in sharp turning-she would have been useless for a game of naked women polo, in which I have played, or a race involving a narrow circuit; she would have been a sure winner on a long straight flat race or a wide circuit.
And for just these reasons she made a wonderful pony girl. For pulling a gig her high e.g. did not matter for really tight turns were not needed. What she had in abundance were strength, stamina and lithe long legs. Riding behind her was sheer joy. Unless one wanted some impossible performance very little whip was needed, for she maintained a good pace on her own.
To prepare her one began as for riding. Stripped down to mid-calf length running boots and similar length gloves, the main item of harness was simply a shaped corslet from which a navel strap dropped down to her crotch, where a bifurcated pussy-bracket allowed her love-lips to protrude. Behind this a very thin strap ran up the nick of her bottom back to the waistbelt-the strap was so thin that the entire cheeks were bare.
The pussy-bracket incorporated a clip to accommodate the end of the draught pole beneath her. The pole sprang from the gig, which was simply an ultra-light two-wheeled carriage, with bucket seat, armrests and a footboard. Brakes were fitted for use on gradients on which the gig might overrun the pony. To reduce weight to the minimum the equipage was mostly constructed of light alloy.
It will be appreciated that the low sitting of the pole under her body instead of to the waistband enabled the driver to cover the full width of the unobstructed bare backside with a single slash of his whip!
By the same token the love-nest was exposed by the bracket to a curl of the lash over the hip round to the groin and into the sex. Bull's-eyes came with practice.
Another pleasantry could be performed on the upper body. When the pony was in full run the wild juddering of the bottom was a great temptation to the lash, so one rarely bothered with the back. What did intrude, particularly with loose or full-breasted ponies, was the flip-flap of their udders as they ran, i.e. these swung in and out of view from behind their arms.
So the driver merely lashed around the arm just above the elbow and could hardly fail to score on the bounding beauties most painfully. One could either lash round each arm to weal the pair in turn, or lengthen the reach to lash the pair with a single stroke. Either way hurt a lot!
Control was again by bridle-bit and reins. Short chain held the handcuffed wrists close to the waist-belt. Punishment was far easier as everything was easily accessible.
For this rig head plumes were a more practical as well as decorative addition while the addition of a "tail" did not intrude on the use of the whip. Breast reins were as objectionable as for a mare, while the freak conception of shodding the pony in gear shaped like horses' hooves, was not suitable for high-speed of prolonged running. These items boiled down to the usual choice between mere effect or performance. I usually harnessed Derry very plainly.
My estate was very suitable for this kind of relaxation being very isolated by woods which were part of the property. On die far side, not many hundred yards away in a straight line, was the beach, which ran in a long curve between two headlands. All this was my private ground; intrusion was so rare as to be discounted.
But my predecessor (to whom I owed the punishment garden) had laid out other paths to the beach beside the short direct one. These ran to the ends of the beach and their lengths were further increased by being very winding in parts-due, perhaps, to the fact that great care had been taken to keep them absolutely level. They were ideal for pony-girl work and I suspect that they had been laid out with just that in mind.
So a good, long run could be taken in lovely conditions from the house, along one path to the beach, along the beach to the other end and back to tie house along the other path. The run was about six miles and a first class girl could do it in an hour or less. Derry performed that with ease.
I enjoyed driving her on the round trip, always, especially on a warm, quiet day-we did not always do the run in one stage. I would often unharness her on the beach or in the woods, to sit and play with her and to mount her lovely charms in the quiet and solitude. Derry always seemed to enjoy that part, too, especially if I had not used the whip on her soft flesh up to then.
A typical run with her was like this: Derry was suitably booted by her maids and then in the garden they produced the gig and harness. I watched with enjoyment as my naked slave was fitted with her belt and the cuffs snapped onto her gloved wrists, the gig pole slid under her body into its bracket and the bit and reins attached to her mouth. She looked the very picture of beauty dominated, the ultimate naked slave.
At last I mounted and plucked the whip from its socket on the armrest. Derry remained motionless until I gave the signal to start, which was to crack the lash in the air-quite near to her, too! Throwing her weight against the harness to get us rolling, she broke into a jog-trot.
The distance to the gate in the outer wall (which was opened by remote control) was quite considerable and lay along winding paths, so a slow trot was adequate and sufficient to break that glorious flesh into motion, rippling back wobbling buttocks, lithe, pistoning thighs.
Once beyond the outer wall she either speeded up or the whip cracked in the air as a reminder. Soon we were swallowed up among the trees. I have said that these paths wound a great deal but after some hundreds of yards this one opened out into a long straight of perhaps a quarter of a mile and here I always put my lovely pony to the test. On entering it she put her head down to another whip-crack reminder and accelerated rapidly. If not then she sprang to the first lash, to her juddering haunches. Then she really ran, the bare flesh rolling at a high crescendo and her big breasts heaving in and out of view beyond her body as she really ran at speed for a good stretch.
I reined her in at the end of this straight as she was due for a breather and in any case some sharp winding lay beyond it. She dropped to a walk to get her second wind. Exertion and heat had already had the effect that she was sweating well already, gleaming in the sun and trickles now showing on her fine bare back and legs.
For the rest of the run to the beach she loped along at a steady trot, but dropped to a walk again as we came to the shore, at which point the path sloped gently down to merge into the sands. The breather was necessary as I always expected her to make good time along the mile or more of level beach-if not, then it was the whip in earnest-so once well on the sands she speeded up to a full run. It was a real thrill to be behind the flying beauty as she sprinted steadily and it was rather a shame that twice my eager whip traversed the juddering, tender bottom and the weals sprang into view.
When she was tired I let her drop down into a trot and then to a walk for a short spell until, refreshed, she again began that easy, loping trot, continuing in such fashion until we reached the exit at the far end of the beach.
This exit was not so easy to negotiate as the other. While the descent was reasonable, the ascent from the beach was too steep for a pony to drag up a laded gig, so at this point I dismounted and walked Derry up the slope and on to the path (eventually I had this gradient eased to suit the other) giving her the opportunity to gather breath as well. By now she was lathered in sweat, little rivulets running down her back and the nick of her bottom, and others between her breasts and down her belly. The weals stood proud on her tanned skin.
The way back to the house along the other path was very winding nearly all the way and Derry walked, trotted or ran as appropriate or as best she could. But just before the outer wall of the house was another long straight and along this I again pressed her to full speed. Tiring now, she collected another two lashes to keep her at it. Then we passed through the outer gate and along the enclosed garden ways to the house. By now Derry was tired and gasping, dusty and sweaty and smarting.
Colette and Flower unharnessed their charge and led her away to be bathed and refreshed. Except for the whip, she probably enjoyed it.
Still, regular pony work would have seriously interfered with my more intimate enjoyment of her as my slave and would have greatly reduced her effectiveness as my maid, which was paramount, so I only harnessed her on odd occasions.
* * *
For most regular enjoyment of girls as ponies I depended on my friend who had originally procured Deny for me. She had an "Organization" which supplied women and girls to satisfy bizarre masculine amusements-on a hire basis. Not all the wenches were "pros." Indeed there were to be found housewives and secretaries within their ranks. I had tried several such and one or two were very good for the job including the odd coloured girl, but she was not so enjoyable. No fault of hers, as she was a fine runner, but I greatly prefer to lash white girls as the weals stand out so much more vividly upon the white skin.
As these girls were well paid there was no nonsense of treating it as a game as with Derry. Once they were in that harness they knew that they would be well thrashed before they were released and I've given the equivalent of many a flogging to my naked horses. So I was not a popular customer with them, but at least I was known to be very generous and I never found difficulty in being supplied when I wanted this particular amusement.
That is why I sought the peculiar misgivings of those that I wanted to control with my desires.
CHAPTER SEVEN
As previously mentioned on several occasions I have always had the ambition to whip my slave's magnificent breasts as they were so large and inviting, but I had deferred this desire until she had been fully broken into her servitude and until the idea of such flogging was not so unfamiliar and frightening as it would have been at the beginning.
But I had decided that she was now sufficiently wedded to the lash that her breasts and belly could well be seared by the whip on the occasion of her next flogging and I was looking forward to administering this treat with unusual pleasure and satisfaction.
Her regular whipping was indeed due in a few days, but fortuitously an incident occurred that both hastened her punishment and gave me an excuse to be unusually severe.
Not for the first time, of course, had I taken Derry in the car for a visit into town in the morning. Dressed very simply in high fronted and low backed dress, Derry went round with me very happily among the streets and shops of the town.
I was not quite so happy on this occasion-though that was to some extent a manufactured emotion, in a way I was quite proud. Derry's dress showed off her wonderful figure to good advantage, but what really drew everyone's eyes (male eyes, anyway!) was the extreme liveliness of her ripe body-the tossing of her breasts and the wobble of her bottom were conspicuous in the strong light through the plain dress.
Obviously she was wearing no bra and possibly no panties, either.
If that were the case she was in trouble, for I was very strict on this point of dress.
We continued in town until lunch-time, upon which we quickly drove back to the house.
Once inside Derry was about to depart to her own room with her purchases.
She was unlucky!
"Strip, Derry," I sharply ordered.
With a gasp she turned to face me, first flushing and then turning very pale. She put down her parcels and stood with fluttering hands for a moment before tremblingly beginning to unfasten her dress.
A moment later she cast it aside and stood quivering before me.
As I thought she was naked-stark naked-not even a girdle!
She could take no comfort from my grim face as I surveyed her charms in silence. However, at last I spoke.
"Well, slave?"
For once she seemed dumb. Not easily frightened, my Derry, but on this occasion she was. She knew at once that she was really in for it!
"Explain this impudent flaunting of your body before other men," I went on. "Come along!"
"It-it-it was so hot," she eventually stammered.
"Hot indeed, as if that was a consideration!" I replied harshly. "How hot will the lash be in comparison?"
She hung her head and shivered.
I spoke again. "Take up your dress and parcels and go and fetch Colette immediately."
Briefly she returned, bringing with her Colette, whom I addressed.
"Colette, Derry is to have her first whipping on her breasts and as she has been naughty and disobedient as well it will be a severe one." I looked at the clock. "Please bring her here, prepared, in an hour's time."
For a moment poor Derry's hands clenched over her treasured breasts while unmistakable appeal despairingly showed in her eyes. Perhaps until that moment she had hoped that this dreaded assault on her bosom would never take place?
If so, it was a vain hope. Colette led her away to be prepared for a cruel ordeal.
I had a quick, light lunch, not eating much as I was really excited-this was to be the realization of one of my ambitions in the person of my slave-and nearer to the time I showered and changed into my usual garb for such operations, girdle, shirt and slacks.
Promptly at the stated time the door opened and Derry was marched in by Colette and Flower. Rather more than usual she was ceremoniously paraded by the maids, who on this occasion stood on each side of her, rather like a prisoner's escort-as indeed they were.
Mind you, my slave was bewitching! Naked as ever but for her boots and gloves and with that perfect body bathed and groomed, she was at her best and for this occasion her pale face and quivering figure was highly appropriate. The two servants had performed their usual first-class job of preparing her.
I made my usual intimate inspection of her body, perfunctorily enough on this occasion; my one desire on this memorable day was to lash those superb breasts.
"March Derry to the whipping room," I commanded.
Colette and Flower took the naked beauty and walked her out, with me bringing up the rear as always. This time, while I rested my glance on the vision of flesh in motion, it was not the prominent buttocks, wobbling away so entrancingly just before me, that really held my attention. For once, they were not to be "treated."
Once inside the by now familiar place of pain Derry was stood while I selected the whip. She knew the one-to it she had already danced and more recently it had painfully seared her bare back. Long, light and pliant and formed of finely plaited leather, it suited all parts-a true universal. Derry was to receive more of this beauty than any that I had in my collection.
She groaned in horror and the sight of it.
But she was disciplined enough to sink to her knees as I held it out to her, to place her lips and utter the formal:
"Please whip me well, master!"
She said this before she handed the whip back to me and rising to her feet.
"Put Derry to the back-rest," I ordered.
The naked beauty was set against the wall with her back to the spring-loaded flap and the two maids raised her arms up and back to handcuff her wrists to the shackles set in the wall. Then, each taking a leg, the limbs were drawn out and back to be spread-eagled to the wall in their turn. The result was that she was cross-spread facing outwards, while the slope of the back-rest and its push forward arched he upper torso upwards and forwards very nicely. The two beautiful mounds which were to bear the brunt of this exercise were most prominently displayed!
Colette and Flower were not yet finished. They began to rub the superb torso down with an astringent lotion, to tone up its sensitivity, a refinement that I had not expected and which they had apparently concocted between them. Deny was silent and wide-eyed during the preparations to torture her fine body.
At last the pair were finished with her and stood back to contemplate the finished job. Very reluctantly, I'm sure, they then departed, leaving their naked charge to my sadistic pleasure!
Whip in hand I took up my position before and to the right of the helpless beauty, eagerly ravishing her voluptuous charms with my eyes as I did so. The straining torso swelled and trembled to the imminent anguish. Derry's breathing was harsh and irregular; she realized that she was in for an unusually painful punishment.
Before commencing the merry work I spoke: "Now to really well weal those lusty treasures," I gloated. "Before I've done with you this time you'll have learned not to flaunt yourself as you did today, my brazen slave!"
Now well set I swung my arm without further ado. Her dilated eyes followed the flicker of the curling thong.
"CRACKKK....!! Across the middle of her belly leaped the familiar thin, red weal. She gasped loudly and strained against the shackles. After a moment she relaxed, navel twitching to the burning throb of the lash.
"CRACKKK.....!!" right down to the tops of the thighs I wielded the thin cutter.
"CRACKKK.....!!" across her torso again just above the bellybutton and from hip to hip.
"CRACKKK.....!!" low on her navel, topping the love-moss and with the lash-tip digging in to her groin. She grunted to that one.
"CRACKKK.....!!" the diagonal raker scalded her navel, from upper right thigh to left hip, making her jump now with a bigger leap than before. It was stimulating her!
"CRACKK.......!!" this time a carefully placed lash across her tummy, perhaps an inch below those agitated, trembling breasts.
Here I paused, whip dangling from my hand, for a moment. I had deliberately wealed her lovely body anywhere but on her breasts, keeping her in fearful suspense as to when the glories would be lashed. But half a dozen lashes had warmed her up and it was the moment to let them have it!
I spoke to the crying beauty.
"Now at last for those gorgeous, rubbery beauties, my dear-I've waited a long time for the pleasure of flogging them, so-take that...!"
"CRACKKK.....!!" across the tops of the proudly jutting belly and a similar quantity to the breasts, each separately leaped in her shackles to her limit of movement while a low, gasping wail was wrung from her lips. After a moment or two she relaxed and her shuddering breath eased.
"CRACKKK.....!!" a little lower, above the perky nipples while their owner jerked madly, writhed and twitched, her head back.
"CRACKKK.....!!" an upward rake to the undersides so that the mounds jumped and jiggled. Derry gave a meowing whimper.
"CRACKKK.....!!" almost to the same spot! My slave's head revolved on her shapely neck in pain but, to my surprise, she was silent. Evidently she had decided to be obstinate.
"CRACKKK.....!!" right to the center of the rising globes sizzled the thong-one nipple was actually lashed! How she halted her screech of agony at her very lips, I don't know, so I continued with my wrath against her lithe and sinewy body.
"CRACKKK.....!!" again across the center of the boobs. I was again disappointed in my expectation of the first scream from her-the noise she made was actually indescribable but it was still repressed.
"How do you like it, my slave?" I grinned. "No worse than your back or bottom?"
She was crying now and did not answer, but a moment later she shook her head sharply.
I had intended from the beginning to let her big paps bear about half of the total tally, which would be quite enough to give a heavy concentration of lashes upon such a relatively small area, but the measured first half-dozen to the belly and a similar quantity to the breasts, each separately was a purely opening gambit and was not to be the pattern for the remainder of the flogging, which from now on would be an irregular ranging from breasts to upper thighs-and anyway she had not yet tingled between her legs!
Still, the next objective was to make her scream!
"CRACKKK.....!!" her wealed belly flamed to a cutter low on her hips.
"CRACKKK.....!!" Derry gave quite a squeal as I lashed her heaving belly.
"CRACKKK.....!!" back to target one-the cut to the middle of those ripe mounds was rewarded by a strangled howl! She was near to breaking.
"CRACKKK.....!!" my savage upward lash to the erect breasts made them jump-and it worked!"
"AAAARRRGGHHHH ... OH ... MY! OH MY FUCKING TITS!!!!
My whipped slave's pent-up agony burst out in a shriek that rang through the whipping room.
I celebrated my belated triumph by undercutting her for the first time!
"CRACKKK.....!!" laid full between her parted, straining thighs the lash cruelly savaged her tender, agitated sex. " OH MY!! OH!! OHHHHH!! MYYYYYY!!!!! AARGGHH.....!!"
Derry was in fine voice today!
"CRACKKK.....!!"
"CRACKKK.....!!" while around the area in general I gave a curling lash round to top of each thigh to remind the stately columns that they were not forgotten.
"CRACKKK.....!!"
"CRACKKK.....!!"
"CRACKKK.....!!" the venomous thong made three consecutive, measured strokes to her heaving bust. Top, bottom and middle cutters, each neatly placed. Derry thrashed and stamped in her shackles while her powerful young voice made the welkin ring.
"CRACKKKK........!! Again to her arching tummy.
"CRACKKK.....!!" lower again across the taut, strong belly which had been neglected of late.
This made a couple of dozen and I gave her a much appreciated rest-myself, too, as I was feeling the pace! I dropped the whip onto the floor and began to undress sitting on the nearby whipping bench to remove my shoes and socks and then tossing off my shirt and slacks. As when using the quirt on the previous occasion I had the idea that I might not be able to restrain myself until the end.
Then I examined Derry. She was moaning and sobbing bitterly and in the warm whipping room she was sweating profusely, her bared body was quite wet and little trickles of moisture ran down her belly and thighs. She shivered in pain, breath coming in great gasps, yet she looked good for plenty more. Satisfied on that account, I searched for damage.
Her belly had a thin bleed on the left side, while the right breast showed a big blister under the nipple where several lashes had crossed and one or two more of the like showed on its twin. There were a number of abrasions from the lash tips, but none so marked as to be bleeding freely.
I gave her a cooling draught of brandy and champagne, both to relieve her parched lips and to act as a fortifier. It was not in fact a kindly gesture if my intention had been to whip her as long as possible and thus prolong her pain to unendurable limits.
"CRACKKK....!! " Derry screamed unrestrainedly now as I slashed her treasure chest once more on resuming the merry work.
"CRACKKK.....!!" and again. This time one of the large blisters burst on her left breast and the spraying blood spattered the wealed globe and trickled redly down her belly.
"CRACKKK.....!!" this was another cross-belly slash from hip to hip.
"CRACKKK.....!!" right low on her navel this one, with the lash-end to nick the top of her left thigh to spring a thin red rill.
I returned to Target Number One.
"CRACKKK.....!!"
"CRACKKK.....!!"
"CRACKKK.....II" thrice again my snaking, merciless thong impinged upon those tossing titties. Gosh! They looked sore now! Derry yelled dementedly. Still, however, her voice was strong, the draught had maintained her power.
"CRACKKK.....I!" yet again to the writhing belly.
"CRACKKK.....II" to the breasts yet once more and this time I popped the big blister under the right nipple. It was quite a large one and the crimson splashes ran and dappled her heaving, sweaty torso. It was a lash that must have hurt particularly, too, for Derry heaved back so violently that the back-rest was nearly flattened to the wall.
I was really randy now. I tore off my girdle and my stand was well up immediately!
"CRACKKK.....!!" to the tune of a frightful screech I lashed her underneath-hard enough to nick something for the red showed on her thigh.
Whip cast aside, I clasped her in my arms, pressing my naked body onto her sweet, whipped, hot flesh, driving into her vitals. My chest against her bleeding breasts, my belly slapped against hers, ramming in as quickly as possible before I shot. Sure enough, I was barely in when I engulfed her sex in a surge of sticky sperm!
Gasping I hauled myself off and picked up my whip.
What Derry in her pain must have thought in the next few tortured minutes I cannot say, except that she must have imagined that she was in the hands of a demon. As naked as herself, I whipped her, my organs smeared with blood and spunk. It must have been a Satanic sight!
"CRACKKK.....!!" a reviver to her patterned belly.
"CRACKKK.....!!" an uppercut to the wretched breasts.
"CRACKKK.....!!" low, just above the thighs.
"CRACKKK.....!!" the left pap blister burst as the bosoms jumped. Her whole torso was well reddened now.
"CRACKKK.....!!" another slash to her raw belly.
I could feel my weapon stiffening as I plied the whip!
"CRACKKK.....!!" one last lash to the bleeding breasts, those same bleeding breasts which I had viewed so many times with envy.
"CRACKKK.....!!" up between her straining thighs to end it.
Naked and randy I jumped forward and released her; as she slumped weakly to her knees, hands pawing at her ravaged beauties, I seized a strap and bound her wrists at her back.
Perhaps she expected the suck me off, but apart from grasping her hair and rubbing her tear-wet face against my heated and smeared organs, I was for once not interested. I had fresh lusts to satisfy on this memorable occasion!
Taking her whipped breasts in my hands, careless of their raw, anguished bloodiness and her yell of pain, I pushed them together over my rampant penis. While she shouted at this assault, I rubbed my hot monster between her wealed paps until my sticky, hot surge brought relief!
Weakly now I stepped back from my thrashed slave. Derry presented a pitiable sight with her pain-wracked and tear-streaked face and her wealed and thrashed torso now smeared with a mixture of blood, sweat and sperm. She looked all-in, the complete picture of the utterly mastered and punished slave.
Quickly now I pressed the bell. Colette and Flower must have been waiting outside, for they were through the door and to her immediately. They had taken the precaution of having with them the trolley that they had used before. They gently assisted the sobbing girl onto it and she lay moaning and writhing as they wheeled her naked body from the whipping room.
It was over! I had given Derry her best and most voluptuous whipping so far.
The films and sound-track came out perfectly, too!
CHAPTER EIGHT
Now that Derry had received such a severe torso whipping so as to culminate her initiatory period as my slave, I resolved to go easy with her for a while. The vigorous and cruel lashing of her splendid breasts had meant that every portion of her anatomy between neck and knees had been flogged both back and front. At last she had endured the full range of floggings and had borne them all exceptionally well.
As a matter of future policy I intended to give her a torso-whipping every second or third time, with her bottom (or back and bottom) taking the rest. Purely punitive floggings I only reserved for some misdemeanour that merited the lash and which would be applied usually to her fine bare back.
In the meantime, as the beauty recovered from her ordeal, I decided to reward her a little and give her an easy time for several weeks. Pursuant to this I called her in one evening after dinner, a few days after she had returned to duty. Surveying her splendid naked torso, I was pleased to see that the industry of the two maids had substantially reduced the inflicted havoc of the whip; the basic pattern of weals was still visible but fading.
"Derry, my dear," I smiled. "You have suffered my pleasure so much and endured it so well that I think I really must show my appreciation in some way."
My naked slave brightened a little-she had been subdued since her last flogging.
"The regular flogging to mark your sixth month of service in a week's time, as you will be aware," I said. "So as a reward for your willingness and bravery I am going to remit it."
Highly relieved, no doubt, my slave broke into a smile.
"Thank you, master," she said warmly.
She returned a little later and made herself very, very pleasant.
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Afew days later I made a gesture that really delighted her.
Derry was a splendid young horsewoman and in the days when her family had been wealthy she had owned a magnificent black stallion called "Satan"; this horse had been sold to another owner but as soon as she had entered my "service" I had made it my business to trace the purchaser and obtain the animal. Since then it had been stabled with friends who had a number of horses-my own stables were very small. In any case it would have been impossible to keep it secret from her.
One morning I led her outside into the gardens and into a small flagged yard. The beautiful horse was standing there held by a groom. Silently I indicated it to my slave.
Deny caught her breath and held her hand to her throat.
"It's ... it's ... Satan!" she gasped.
"Quite right," I laughed.
"How ... how ... why is he here?" she said, wide-eyed.
I paused before answering. "He is a present for a very brave girl," I said deliberately.
Derry paled and blushed alternately for a minute, too surprised to take it in. Then she squealed in delight and ran forward to throw her arms around its neck and slobbered over him-not the usually rather dignified girl that I knew. The steed knew her at once and whinnied joyfully. For a while they were oblivious to the world.
Then Derry left the horse and came back to me. She seemed quite restrained for a moment, then she flung her arms around my neck and kissed me with a passionate warmth, hugging me with all the strength of her powerful young body. I must say I was very pleased with myself.
It was quite a morale booster for my slave!
Afterwards I promised Derry that she would be able to ride "Satan" purely for pleasure and that no element of her slave duties would intrude on her enjoyment of him. The only provision I made was that she should not go riding without an escort and as this already applied, it meant nothing to her.
On the occasions which Derry had gone riding with me in the past she had worn ordinary riding gear, but now that she had her own horse I thought that she might as well dress for it.
I procured new clothes for her. Exquisite high-heeled riding boots and riding breeches-tights, more accurately-of black, smooth stretch cloth that were tailored too tight for her figure and in consequence when worn were tightly stretched over her hips, bottom and thighs. The result was an exciting accentuation of every curve and cranny. Amidships the breeches were tailored into a tight fitted waist. Above she wore a loose silk shirt with long sleeves, the front split down to her waistband.
The one provision I made, subject to the usual disciplinary penalty of the lash, was that she was never to wear a brassiere when riding except when I specifically ordered her to do so.
Derry entered into the spirit of the thing. Knowing my enjoyment of her body, she rode in such a manner as to enhance her charms. In particular, aware of my absorption in her breasts, she facilitated my enjoyment of their life and vigour. Riding beside me, she would place her nearside hand on her rear hip and then turn very slightly towards me, sitting very erect in the saddle, so that I had an uninterrupted view of her lovely breasts leaping and bounding under the silk shirt. Not always under, either, for the open shirt revealed much cavorting flesh in all its glory.
In the saddle, too, the tights superbly presented the roundness of buttock and thigh and, all in all, gave me the greatest pleasure.
Her "display" position in the saddle could not well be held at the gallop, of course, but for the trot or canter it was sheer delight and this was one immodest display of her charms that did not distress my lovely slave.
This is not to say that Derry did not occasionally amuse herself by pleasing me. There were times when she lightheartedly slipped off her shirt for a while and rode stripped to the waist. There was the time when, dismounting to relieve nature behind some trees, I emerged to find a completely naked girl on horseback-a perfect picture which I appreciated more than I can say.
But once she was established with "Satan" Derry blossomed out. Quite often in the warm evenings, late when the moon was out and her table duties over, we would go riding and my beauty would rarely dress then. She wore high-heeled riding boots and gloves and enveloped herself in a knee-length cloak to mount and ride until we were clear of the outer gardens and the enclosing wall.
Then as we passed a certain tree off would come the cloak and be tossed over a particular branch overhanging the path and Derry would be stark naked in the saddle for the ride.
I began to do the same. Really she was a lovely pagan!
We introduced a new kick into the rides. In the warmth of the nights with our bare bodies heated with the exercise of the ride and the titillation of our nakedness, it was not long before our passions rose in response. At first we would halt and on the sands or in the grass would soothe each other in the mutual mingling of our love juices, but eventually we improved upon this "ordinary" satisfaction.
It was a way that did not interfere with our horse riding.
Derry simply rode alongside me. Then, assisted by my arm, she would swing across until she was seated in front of me. In this position her bottom was directly in front of and somewhat above my penis and the lengthening and stiffening of this worthy did the rest. It sought its prey by natural selection, as it were! Soon I would be in her and then the rest followed naturally.
The trot was the best. The walk was too jerky and too slow, the canter or the gallop too rapid. The thing was that I was riding in my stirrups and Derry was sitting loose on the saddle front, the responsive movements of our bodies to the rhythm of the horse did not coincide and the result was that the rise and fall of our bodies did not coincide, so that her vagina rose and fell upon my penis in exactly the same way as in normal lovemaking. The leather saddle front was splattered with our sticky sperms.
She varied it sometimes by sitting facing me, rather than facing forward as we had at first tried it. By this position she was enabled to return my caresses, while her navel was jammed to mine. It was a moot point as to which was the best position for her, to me or facing forward. I only know that I enjoyed both. Perhaps the main and only advantage of the belly to belly ride was that after the culmination of our desires I was more easily able to leave my penis in her, letting it pickle in her wet sex, until it rose again in its warm wet jogging sheath, to pour more cream upon our heated desires.
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Do not think, however, that horse-riding was purely a pleasure and relaxation for Derry. There were times when I punished her through the medium and then these occasions were nothing like so popular with my lovely slave.
Simply, riding another horse than Satan, she mounted the saddle naked at the house and during the day. Readers who wonder at this open nudity may be informed that the gardens were tended only two days a week and of course nothing "special" was done on those days.
Her bare body bobbing up and down, Derry would ride with me to beyond the outer walls and along the paths in the woods-or in some cases, right onto the open beach which was preferable, because it meant that we could gallop at full speed without keeping one eye on the navigation. I soon had her punishment down to a routine.
Imagine us riding on the golden sands, the wind whistling around our ears and the thunder of racing hooves sounding loud above the endless roll of the waves. I had Derry on my right side, about a yard in front of me and little more between us. At close range, therefore, the bare humped rounds of her bottom swelled before my eyes as she leaped forward in the saddle, riding with might and main. Could any man wish for a more tempting target?
This punishment was a high-speed, titillating "six-of-the-best." My right hand gripped my riding-whip, my arm swung it behind me and then with a vigorous swing I gave my beauty a hard slash on her juddering crupper.
Derry made no effort to be brave on this occasion!
She gave a yell of pain which rang loudly above the hammering of the horses' hooves.
In no hurry I rode with her, watching the writhing of her bare bottom and the raise of the red weal on the soft skin.
Then at intervals I gave her the rest of the lashes, each one being rewarded by her naked ladyship's vocal expression of pained reaction: a lusty howl of anguish.
The loudest screech, mind you, was due to the last lash being very neatly placed. As her backside rose and as the saddle parted her thighs widely, it needs little imagination to visualise what she was well displaying. So my last swing with the horsewhip was directed underneath her now bared nates. A most painful slash on her pouting gash resulted, an excellent aim considering the pace at which we were riding.
Almost at once we were at the other end of the beach and we drew rein. Derry was crying with pain, tears wetting her cheeks and her hands went to her smarting bottom as she dismounted to join me on the sand.
I led the horses up to the trees and hitched them there.
Then I went back to the beach where Derry was lying, still snuffling, and took her in my arms. Together we bore on the sand and I consoled my punished beauty in the best and only way I could. I skewered her ripe young sex on my ever eager penis and was soon deep down in her, riding away on the saddle of her lovely thighs as vigorously as a few moments ago I had in the other saddle.
So it was a little while before we mounted again to ride off. Derry stood pretty well up in her stirrups!
I could have made it more-very much more-unpleasant by ordering my naked slave to cross her stirrups over her saddle, thus compelling her to settle that wealed bottom on the hard leather. Then the ride back at the trot or the canter would have immeasurably further punished her. But as I said earlier, it was a "Six of the best" only punishment. After all the riding whip was a venomous substitute for the cane upon the tender rounds of her bared bottom.
So by letting her ride in her stirrups she had a relatively easy trip home, an occasional groan coming from her lips as the wobbling of her throbbing bottom cheeks nagged them painfully.
I did, however, once let Derry see what a flogging on horseback could be like. One day one of the professional flagellants gave her the lesson.
The girl, largely Italian, I think, was a secretary, but my friend used her from time to time as a demonstrator or farmed her out for the usual substantial fee.
Marcella was of medium height, reasonable good looks and a very ripe body, though of quite different proportions to Derry. Rather thickset in the Italian mould and of medium height, with heavy thighs, wide hips and heavy buttocks, strong back and very full, heavy and rather pendulous breasts, she was lusty enough for any sort of good whipping. One of her best attributes was that her endurance was outstanding.
So one day Marcella, Derry (masked) and myself mounted and rode out to the beach, the two girls naked, of course. Marcella was tied to her stirrups while a collar round her neck secured her arms behind her head, so that her naked body was exposed back and front to the sweep of the lash. I was armed with a supple but not very heavy horsewhip.
We reached the shore at one end and I put the horses into a gallop. The three nags were tied together, Marcella in the middle.
I began to wield the lash to the naked, juddering flesh of Marcella at once-a raking slash to her bare back, a cruel slice across her heavy bottom and a savage backhander across her breasts that doubled her up screaming with agony. Those three lashes set the pace for the rest. Impartially lashing every fleshy portion without mercy-back, bottom, belly, breasts, thighs too, I flagellated the shrieking woman all the way along the beach, delivering that ferocious uppercut between her thighs just before reining in at the very end of the golden sands.
Derry regarded this assault on the other with horror-she had been cruelly whipped herself at times, not in this brutal way, for I had always given her carefully measured punishments-especially at the way I was damaging the other's skin. I was whipping hard and each tip of the lash had drawn blood; the trembling sweating skin was streaked with crimson rills as well as crisscrossing weals.
Then back again along the sands in the same manner! The naked prisoner yelled dementedly as each full-arm slash of my supple leather bit into her fleshy parts and by the time the long stretch had been re-traversed she was very well whipped indeed. We cantered through the woods with the groaning and wailing Marcella still secured into her saddle with her arms still up and her wealed body trickling blood from every part.
Giving the wretched woman over to Colette and Flower, she was soon soothed to some extent and put to bed. She was undoubtedly very strong and a week in bed made her fit enough, though she would be some time before enduring another flogging.
Perhaps such a lesson was not wasted upon my naked slave!
Perhaps such a lesson would not be forgotten as an unjustifiable act of mental homicide, but rather one of my overwhelming love.
CHAPTER NINE
With letting Deny off one whipping it seemed quite a long time until she was due for the next one, but the time came round eventually.
As I often did, I called her in one evening after she had finished serving me. She came in answer to my ring.
"Your next whipping, slave," I said formally.
Deny immediately went down on her knees to hear me pronounce her fate-at least the fate of her backside, or something.
"You will be flogged in the morning, Derry," was my declaration. "Your fine bottom can bear the brunt again and I have in mind a taste of the strap for the cheeks."
"Yes, master," she said, from her knees.
"Twenty-five strokes of the short strap on each soft cheek, then," I went on, "Colette and Flower will prepare you as usual and shoes and stockings will do."
"Yes, master," answered my slave submissively.
Derry remained on her knees until I dismissed her, upon which she departed. Later, when she was with me I playfully squeezed her ripe haunches.
"It seems quite a while since I tanned these properly, doesn't it?" I chuckled. "I hope I haven't lost the knack. However, twenty-five whacks on each of these should redden them up very nicely, I should think."
Derry smiled a little wanly. She never greeted sentence of flogging with what you could call enthusiasm, but she made herself companiable just the same. I often did this in the later evening, called her in on a more or less equality basis-save that she retained her nudity. Or we often made love without going to bed for it.
The next morning at the appropriate time Colette and Flower brought Derry in for my inspection and approval. Stripped, bathed and groomed, my slave presented her usually immaculate and peerless self, towering over the two maids in her high heels, her long legs clad in the sheer hose with the stockings held up in the usual manner by the thin black garters.
She looked wonderfully fit.
I made my customary detailed and intimate inspection of her person, scrutinising her back and arms, the ripeness of her thighs, hips and bottom, the springy fullness and erection of her wonderful breasts and the hard flatness of her taut belly.
Then between her legs, to delve and finger deep into her warm slit, nipping the pubes, the clitoris and tickling around her love-nest in general before ceasing my possessive attentions.
Colette and Flower watched with amusement. This was one little ceremony that always tickled them.
I announced my satisfaction with the result of the intimate examination of my slave. Derry stepped back to her position between the two maids.
"Take Derry to the whipping room," came my inevitable and now familiar command.
Once more we followed the regular routine that led up to my beauty's punishment. Derry walked erect between the two servants along the passages that led to the chamber of pain and as usual I walked just behind her, taking my enjoyment from the close view of the ripple and beauty of her back and shoulders, the power and roll of her long thighs, and the wibble-wobble of that exquisitely-formed posterior, thrown into more than natural prominence by the arching effect of her very high heels.
Then we entered the room of punishment.
The three halted before me once inside and as usual looked about them at the various benches and positions, the shackles, chains and the great array of whips and rods.
To this latter I made my way and unhurriedly made my selection, browsing among the leather and cord like the student among the books of a second-hand shop, though I had determined my choice the previous evening and Derry had been informed of it.
Finally I picked up the short strap.
About sixteen inches long and three inches wide, it was formed of two layers of leather, hard but pliant, stitched together. The last eight inches of this strap were weighted inside, so that it could impart a pretty whack!
This was what was to warm Derry's bare backside!
Smiling, I carried it over to the waiting trio. Derry was now trained in her submissive routine.
Down she went upon her knees, took the strap in her hands as I held it out to her, kissed it and returned it to my grasp.
"Please thrash me well, master," she said.
"Put Derry to the whipping-bench," I ordered the two maids.
Colette and Flower marched Derry over to the bench and helped her to crawl onto it before laying her body flat on the boards, with her head and shoulders overhanging the apex at which Flower bent and taking the naked girl's gloved hands fastened them in the handcuffs low down on the leg of the bench.
Rising, she joined Colette. Then each took a leg and drew it straight down and out to the corners, where each ankle was then strapped tightly to the bench. Derry's nude frame was now quite helpless against what was to come.
Their duties now completed for the time being, the two maids then left the whipping-room.
Indulging in my fancies for the time being, I played with the opulent charms so invitingly displayed, stroking and feeling a long thigh, tickling and patting the strong firm back, reaching down to flip and squeeze a dangling boob and finger-nip die little pink tip, to slap and stroke her soft bottom and tickle the lusty vulva lips as they parted mutely between her stately thighs.
Derry always regarded the floor steadily during these essays. Her mind was much more on just how much it was going to hurt this time! The answer was that it always hurt a lot, but sometimes the lot was much more lottish than others!
I picked up the strap and selected my position for striking from her left side. Though a methodical and unhurried flogger I am not usually a cross-over type, i.e. one who thrashes from both sides to even up the effects upon the left and right sides of the parts being treated. Normally I whip to my natural swing as a right-handed operator, that is, from the left side of a victim lying face downwards. It follows that the right side of the victim suffers the heavier impact and this I usually accept.
However, flogging on each cheek separately can best be performed by stroking to the outer cheek, so from each side is more suitable in this case.
"Ready, Derry?" I inquired.
My slave as usual did not answer, but her head nodded as she lay flat on the boards.
I swung my arm and the heavy, short strap whistled through the air.
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" the upper part of the right cheek bore the brunt of a good whack. Derry heaved in silence, while a broad red flush spread over the affected part. Once more we were in action.
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" the next stroke exploded loudly upon the fair round, a little lower, edge to edge with the first. Again the buttocks heaved; the reddened area grew to match.
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" edge to edge, lower, well down to the middle of her full rounds now.
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" lower again, almost on the base of the cheek. The red area spread with each stroke.
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" The last stroke was laid hard to the overhang above the thighs. For the first time Derry's head flew back in response. The stroke had been half horizontal to follow the round of her buttock, the plump flesh seemed to compress upwards before springing back.
The bottom was evenly reddened over the right cheek. I crossed over to her other side to attend to the left cheek.
I repeated the progression.
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" at the top of the cheeks.
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" lower.
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" lower.
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" well down now.
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" lower ... and
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" the diagonal stroke that squashed the wobbling buttock upwards. It must have hurt particularly.
Derry had meanwhile endured all this without uttering a sound louder than a gasp. She was a tough and stubborn creature. Her whole bottom was now red all over. Regarding the first half-dozen weals I noticed that the end of the strap was biting harder than the rest. This was showing in the darker hue of that part of the weal. This darker part was well round, mostly off the cheek itself. I needed to shorten my stroke to bring the end of the strap closer in to the centre of her cheeks, more on to the full meat.
So, back to my original stance, I stood further away by two or three inches and let fly again.
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" I abandoned the top to bottom progression and began with the middle this time.
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" this one was a little higher.
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" below number one.
"Swishhh ... SPLAITT.....!!" to the top of the cheeks.
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" low now, closing that sensitive overhang ... and
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" hard again to just above the thighs ... this last stroke nearly cracked Derry-quite unexpectedly as she had hardly uttered a decent groan up to then, but it resulted in a strangled yell as she heaved up remarkably high on the bench.
Again I moved to backhand her.
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" she meowled again as I whanged the middle of her cheek. The sum total of pain was just getting too much.
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" a rising squeal as I lammed lower. Yes, she was cracking fast!
"Twenty-one and key of the door, my dear," I murmured and swung....
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" the low swing to all intents and purposes did the trick but her yell was sufficiendy muffled to indicate that she still had a vestige of self-control.
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....II" hard and true to the overhang above her right thigh I laid it true and Derry's vocal reply rang loud and unrestrained this time!
"AARRGGHHH!! OH!! OH!! OH!!"
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!"
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" this last pair of the fourth half dozen were laid to the neglected upper cheeks to even the score. Derry now yelled vigorously to each whack.
I paced back to the original side and looked at the bottom for a moment or two. With a full dozen to each cheek the whole of her buttocks were flaming red, with the heavier flush now covering more into the centre of the cheeks as a result of lengthening the range. I held my hands close over the swollen cheeks-the heat emitted was quite astonishing.
"Roasted chestnuts or potatoes tonight, Derry?" I laughed.
The crying girl, with a bottom already at red-heat, hardly appreciated levity just then. As was usual when a flogging was well under way she was sweating freely.
I began again....
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" her right cheek bounced to a low whack.
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" high, near the top."
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" middle once again.
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" the overhand spanker.
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" low middle this time, to cover the cheek pretty evenly. I had drawn the strap end in even closer to the middle of the cheek so that the heavier flush was spread even wider.
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" my last whack was different and not really in the book-for this sort of flogging anyway, for this time I plunged the strap end well between her thighs, pounding the soft sex with a cruel undercut!
"EEAARRGGHHH!! OH!! OH!!"
Derry's peal of anguished surprise rang round the room as she plunged and writhed on the hard boards.
Satisfied, I proceeded to backhand the next half-dozen equally vigorously to her swollen left cheek.
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" a top one to begin this time-I had finally abandoned a fixed sequence, content only to cover the whole cheek in the half-dozen, without concentrating on any one part.
" 'Swishhh ... SPLATTT!!" a low-middle wallop.
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT!!" a high-middle one.
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT!!" the thigh overhang-Deny's yell had a particularly high note-here I may add that she had shrieked to every stroke since first cracking.
"Swishh ... SPLATTT!!" the very top leaped.
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT!!" a low biter that squashed her writhing buttock again.
Three dozen laid on and Deny howling like a fog-horn! Phew! It was warm work!
Once back to my original stance I decided to remain there for the remaining strokes but I laid the next six to her left cheek only.
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT!!"
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" these three I laid from middle to top.
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" the thigh overhang....
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!"
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" twice hard to the lower part of the cheek.
Derry was screeching blue murder and heaving like an all-in wrestler but it was nearly over now. I transferred to the right cheek....
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" I decided to progress evenly from top to bottom.
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!"
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!"
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" getting low now and Derry's ringing scream was for the first time followed by an appeal.
"PLEASE, MASTER, NO MORE ... NO MORE ... NO MORE!!"
"Swishhh ... SPLATTT.....!!" again to the soft, bruised flesh as the last thunderous whang rammed home.
Derry gave a last howl and bounced to the hard boards, wriggling to the fearful burning of her heavily thrashed buttocks.
While I was stripping I examined the area with cruel satisfaction. The whole of the cheeks was of brightest blood red with great patches, particularly on the lower cheeks, much darker-purpled and even blacker. The poor bottom looked-and was-frightfully sore.
I held my hands over it for a moment again. It blazed like a coke stove!
I was naked in a moment. My passions were well roused and my penis in straining heat, already stiff and eager and waving in the air as I moved around the whipping bench to where her head overhung the end.
As she raised her head to meet me her face with its streaming tears and pain-dilated eyes was lifted up and my straining organs were on much the same level. It was too good an opportunity to let pass!
"Take it in," I ordered her. "Take it in and suck me off at once, Derry."
Still sobbing bitterly, the wretched girl obeyed, her mouth distending wide to take in my big knob. Her firm lips closed on it and I felt the warm wetness of her mouth and tongue as she began to suck on it.
It was not long in my heated state that the treatment was effective. I could not restrain a roar of satisfaction as my spunk surged, hot and gooey, into her open mouth. The suffering girl made a desperate effort and swallowed it down. I stepped away for a moment, always thoroughly enjoying inflicting this supreme obedience upon my slave to culminate the mastery of her so well established by a flogging.
Temporarily relieved, I applied my soothing mixture to her great swollen bottom before releasing her as I thought she had suffered enough. Then I unfastened her wrists and ankles and helped her to her feet.
Taking a cushion I placed it on the whipping bench and then laid my slave's naked and purple backside upon it as I thrust her upon her back onto the bench. She knew what I desired and obliged by opening her legs to let me enter her properly, as my cock was rising again. Quickly I was embedded in her and began to work up to a steady ride. Well thrashed as she had been, Deny gripped me firmly with her long thighs and responded extremely well in the circumstances. More slowly this time I worked up to shooting heat, this time for her to mingle her juice with mine.
We lay clasped together for a little time after this orgasm but Deny needed proper treatment after her severe beating; I lifted myself clear of her and summoned the maids. Colette and Flower came at once and assisted her away for soothing and bed.
When Derry returned to duty she wore for a week the dress without a back skirt and no drawers. Thus she was compelled to display the marks of her heavy punishment on her bared buttocks. The two maids were always entertained by this, as I was myself and poor Derry suffered from the enforced humiliation.
Nevertheless, even when beaten it was a beautiful bottom!
Life became uneventful for a few weeks, since Derry performed her duties with precison, and earned very little in the way of punishment. However, the day came when things changed. She was attending me at dinner one evening and she looked splendid in a crushingly tight white leather corset, but could not stand still, and so set herself up for a caning.
After dinner, she bent over for me and I savored the slashing pleasure of caning my beauty's bare ass, and of the cries that rang from Derry's lips.
The next flogging I gave Derry was witnessed by Colette and Flower, and it was going to be a lashing to those fine, round bubbles of hers! Soon it was Derry in the whipping-room getting upper-cuts to the boobs, bleeding and gushing the liquids of pain, and loving every moment of it.
One of the last flogging's Derry has received I jokingly call a "six-of-the-best" flogging.
This time I returned to the use of my favorite leather whip and as her last whipping had been on her breasts it followed that bottom or back/bottom would serve time. I settled for a "neck to knees" which if Derry was horizontal, would mean the bench or she could be suspended as an inverted Y, with wide-spread ankles chained to the floor and arms above the head. This latter posture had the advantage that every portion, back and front, could be swept by the lash, but it was rare that I gave a back and front whipping-at least, I had refrained in Derry's case.
On the appropriate evening my naked slave received sentence of the lash on her knees-a proceeding with which she was now completely and wearyingly familiar. It was to be a dancing whipping, back general and up to three dozen. Quite enough to make her wince!
When Derry came in, her high heels made her tower over them. She was naked as required, except for the usual flogging rig-out of extra-highheeled boots to calf-height and similar black gloves of equivalent length on her arms. Apart from any question of this accentuating the superb nudity of her charms, the leather at wrists and ankles protected those parts from bruising and chafing by the straps and manacles.
The order to take her to the whipping-room was given at last and with Derry in the middle and myself in the rear as usual we went to the place of pain. On entering the trio halted and stood while I selected my whip. Derry then performed her usual submissions on her knees, returned the whip to me and stood up.
"Shackle Derry to the hanging chains," And the two maid led Derry to where these hung from the ceiling and quickly had her wrists secured.
Whip in hand I stood and regarded the glory of my slave for a moment or two. Her voluptuous frame quivered; satisfied. I positioned myself to begin the flogging-only one of many more that would be Derry's and Derry's alone!
