Abundant towels waited in folded bliss to be used. Juliette unfurled
one, plush and blue, and laid it by the side of the tub for us to rest our
bottoms on. Then, as Sir L and I sat down, dangling our feet into the
vacant tub, Juliette unfolded a second towel. Or, rather, she simply
tossed it, letting it unfurl itself as it fell haphazardly onto the marble
floor. It fell near a vase of pretty flowers. For a moment I thought it
might hit the flowers. They were roses, mixed with poinsettias, held in a
fragile carnelian vase.
ÒFor you, when weÕre ready,Ó Juliette said simply to me, meaning the
towel next to the vase.
ÒYes,Ó I replied. She got Sir L and I drinks. I sipped mine, she
swallowed hers.
ÒYou might wish to be drunk,Ó Juliette said meaningfully to me. She
sat down next to me, refilled her glass, passed the bottle to Sir L, who had
downed his own in one gulp.
ÒHow do you feel?Ó Sir L asked me. My thigh just touched his. I
glanced at his rod, straining in its excitement between his hairy thighs, a
projectile at least 10 inches in length.
ÒFine, right now,Ó I replied. I tried to drink my champagne a little
more boldly.
ÒThat is good,Ó he said. ÒYou feel no pain?Ó
ÒNo,Ó I replied. I felt young, like a newborn foal, awkward and yet
alive, so alive. Always before a storm the air is at its freshest, cleanest.
The wind picks up and blows through your hair and you know the lightning
will strike soon.
ÒDo you wish to be cuffed? Gagged?Ó Juliette asked me. Her eyes
looked so innocent, her words so smoothly delivered. ÒWe have those
here.Ó
P: No. She wishes to be fucked! FUCK HER!!!
F: You just wanna see some more cock, Peevis.
ÒNo,Ó I replied.
ÒYou wish to play with yourself while it happens?Ó Sir L asked me.
ÒIt is easier for a girl that way sometimes,Ó Juliette said.
ÒMaybe,Ó I said. ÒI do not really know. I have not...Ó
ÒIt is wise of you to do it,Ó Sir L replied. ÒIt will give you a new
sense of yourself.Ó
ÒYes,Ó I said. ÒLike Spring Break, the first time. You party, you get
drunk, stoned. You canÕt exactly remember the boy you slept with the next
day, but you know it was wonderful.Ó
ÒMmmm, if he wore a condom,Ó Juliette said, with a smirk.
ÒWell, then I suppose you simply wouldnÕt remember his NAME, but
you mightnÕt have known that in the first place,Ó I said. I was fantasizing
a little, embroidering my thoughts with stories other, more experienced
girls had told me back home.
ÒHad enough?Ó Juliette asked. She reached out, took hold of my
glass. I relinquished it. I could see she was eager to begin. She was not
as hesitant about her sexuality as I was. Neither was Sir L.
ÒJuliette, this is going to be quite painful,Ó Sir L said to me. His
voice was frank, bold. He made to stand, rose with his cock waggling its
majestic beauty before my eyes. I remained sitting. Juliette took me
under my arm and lifted me slowly, awkwardly to my feet. We were all
barefoot. The bathroom walls muffled the sound of our speaking. Echoed
it within, but beyond, beyond the door Sir L had locked, I knew nothing
could be heard. It was the ultimate privacy. Just us, our nudity. Even the
servant would be unaware of our games. Unheard I would scream within
these four walls. There would be, I guessed, no mercy. No witnesses. Did
I want that? I wanted someone else to decide, that I knew.
I shivered. I faced Sir L. Juliette hovered behind me, admiring my
ass.
ÒIt will be a challenge,Ó Sir L said to me.
F: ÒIt will be a challenge!Ó
P: Shut up, Futthead. IÕm hard now. This is the time to be serious.
F: When youÕre not thinking about my cock, youÕre thinking about yours...
I nodded. Silently, submissively I nodded. Juliette quietly took to pinning
up my hair. ÒMost challenges in life involve studying, like in school, and
certainly require the wearing of clothes. Even the proper wearing of
clothes.Ó His eyes savored my nudity as he spoke. My breasts rose and
fell softly on my chest with each of my childish breaths. I was breathy,
excited. I could feel a swirling in my belly. My nipples were as hard as I
could ever have imagined them to be. Sir LÕs cock stood out just as
forcefully, quivering at the brink of some deep need, some intense
pleasure.
ÒHere, of course, no clothes are required,Ó Juliette said behind me.
ÒThey are not allowed. Your parents would never approve, Melody,Ó
Juliette said to me.
ÒI know,Ó I gulped.
ÒWould you like another glass of champagne before we begin?Ó Sir L
said. ÒIt is not too much to ask.Ó He spoke as if his doing of a favor for
me was a great privilege that he was conferring upon me. An honor.
ÒOkay,Ó I said. My voice was lispy. He got the champagne, filled my
glass, gave it to me. He held on to it as I sipped, then drank more, Sir L
forcing me to take it at an ever increasing rate, tilting the glass farther
and farther. My throat worked as I tried to get it all. Some spilled,
splattered to the floor.
ÒTsk,Ó Juliette said.
ÒIt is not good to waste such expensive champagne,Ó Sir L told me.
The game had begun. I was a victim now. It was my role, my duty.
ÒGo to the towel,Ó Juliette said. She spoke from behind me. My
bottom cheeks clenched, drew in as her words washed over me. With
wobbling, fearful cheeks I walked to the towel. My special towel, next to
the flowers. I knelt down upon it.
ÒAll fours, face on the towel,Ó Sir L told me. I bent over, my knees
on the towel, my back bending until my face pressed to the floor. Right on
the edge of the towel my face was, just my cheek touching it, my forehead
over the hard, glassy marble. My hands gripped the towel, my arms drew
in, squeezing my sides. My wrists pressed against my hanging bosoms. My
nipples sprouted into the towel, felt comfort there. I would sew new
designs on the towel with my nipples.
Juliette picked up the birch rod. She whisked it through the air,
testing it. Her eyes gazed at me, challenging eyes, her lips smiled a rueful
smile. Did she wish to be in my place? I was a rabbit. I was, indeed, the
center of attention. Sir L watched me, not her. I sensed jealously in her
movements. She would control mine now, make me respond to her. For Sir
L. For his pleasure.
I crossed one of my ankles over the other, trying to hide my cunt. It
stared back at them, I knew, tucked just under my bottom, tempting Sir L
to cease my punishment before its time, plunge himself in, forget Juliette.
ÒOpen your legs, you slut!Ó Juliette barked at me. She swung the
birch, glided it menacingly over my arse, just missing. I uncrossed my
ankles. Tentatively I opened my thighs.
ÒWhat makes you think youÕre so special, hiding yourself like that?Ó
Juliette asked me. She had not forgotten my haphazard disobedience.
ÒCanÕt you see my cunt?Ó I could. Between her legs it lay, sweetly, she
arched her hips forward for me to see it better. ÒAnd Sir L?Ó Well, he
was obvious, as all men are. ÒWider! Let us really see your private. This
is a bathroom, god-dammit! Do you think this is the sanctuary of a
church? Do you think youÕre on an alter before God? Get those legs really
WELL open, bitch! Just like you want them to be. Just like you know they
have to be for Sir L to fuck you properly!Ó
As she swung the birch ever closer, sending shivers up my spine, I
spread my legs as far as I could. I was trembling with fear. I could not
believe I was doing this.
Juliette whisked her birch up over my curving hiney, touching it now,
just barely. I quivered as the little buds pricked at my soft cheeks. I was
bare, so bare, before these naked little buds. They would hurt so badly. I
sucked in my breath. It was my last moments, free of pain, free of
anything except an immense longing.
ÒThis will hurt like the dickens, Melody,Ó Juliette said to me,
suddenly compassionate. I gazed up at her tall, nude figure, all curves and
slimness, her boobs sticking out like twin melons, her legs open to display
her lovely bush. Nothing was hidden between us. And nothing would be,
either, once that awful birch rod started in on its task. I would be but
blubbering flesh before her then, crying, pleading. In my humbleness I
would ask for forgiveness.
Sir L passed something to Juliette. A mouth guard. ÒSuch pretty
teeth,Ó she said. She bent low, her breasts swinging. She inserted it into
my hesitant lips. ÒBite down,Ó she said. ÒOffer your bottom now, up,
show me how wanton and bad it is. Tsk, tsk. Something must be done
about your attitude, girl.Ó In the distance Sir L began stroking himself.
He was pleased by my posture, but would not say so. It might reduce my
punishment.
Juliette took up position behind me. She gave one final slash at the
air with her birch. Then, gazing wilfully at me, she aimed. She struck.
I glimpsed it gliding in, as if in slow motion. And then it seared
across my hiney. I lurched forward. I thought for a second that a horde of
bees had come zinging into the lavatory. I bucked forward, my bottom
reared up like a mare in heat. Bounding back down again, I received
another. Wicked stings, all over my ass. The flight of the bumblebees,
without the music.
ÒHow do you feel now? Does it hurt?Ó Sir L asked me. I looked up at
him in my nakedness, tears in my eyes. I gagged, murmured over the bit in
my mouth. It was there for my protection. It kept me silent.
ÒGive her another,Ó Sir L said. ÒShe will ask forgiveness soon
enough.Ó
WHACK! I bounced, my fanny cheeks flexed, contracted, bulged out.
My eyes squeezed shut. I felt flaring bites all over my precocious rump. I
sobbed, spit out my bit. ÒNo more!Ó I cried.
ÒSix at least,Ó Juliette replied, and told me to ask for the next.
I shook, I sobbed. Valiantly I tried to maintain my posture. Bent,
submissive, the perfect pose for deep fucking. Sir L gently replaced my
bit in my mouth.
ÒAsk,Ó he said. ÒSay it. I can hear you.Ó Finally, squeezing my
cheeks, releasing them, squeezing again in self-protection, I asked for the
next. A murmur, that was all. But he understood.
ÒGo,Ó Sir L told his lover. She swung in and cracked me hard against
my hiney.
ÒOh, woh!Ó I gasped. It stung beyond belief. I scampered off my
towel, howling, my bottom waggling like a newly branded heiferÕs.
Juliette ran after me. Barefoot she ran, her mane flying. Her arms
were slim, elegant. She came upon me cowering in a corner. There was
nothing but stern marble walls around, behind me, Juliette in front. ÒGet
back to your towel,Ó she ordered.
ÒNo, thatÕs all!Ó I cried. My mouth guard lay out beyond me, dropped.
My hair tumbled in strands down over my eyes. I wished to hide within it.
Juliette reached down, caught me by my hair. She pulled on it.
ÒOwwww!Ó I cried. Like a dog she dragged me back to the towel. She
made me reposition myself. I sobbed the whole time, pleading. My breasts
shook like ripe gourds about to fall from the vine. In the storm. In the
wind of the storm.
SWAAACK! She did not wait for the perfect pose. Unpoised, bawling,
she gave me my next stroke. I was a baby now. A baby in the delivery
room. Getting my bottom smacked. A new life in a new world.
WHAAAAACK! A final tribute across my ass. A loving swipe, coming up
underneath me, lifting me by my tenderest portions up into the air, hitting
me right where my ass liked to crease into my thighs. Where my cunt lay.
Nipping just the outermost bit of my fig. I shrieked. I leapt up. My hands
flew to my ass. Running barefoot across the floor I ran to my corner
again, huddled in it. I glanced back over my shoulder, saw them gazing at
me, laughing. I rubbed my heinie with brisk hands, tears streaming. I
danced from foot to foot upon the cold marble floor, wishing. Wishing the
paint would go away, please go away, it hurt so much.
ÒWhen youÕre done fooling around, its your turn to do me,Ó Juliette
smiled. She tossed the battered birch rod at my feet. It slid on the
marble floor. I flinched, drew away from it, deeper into my corner.
Sir L took Juliette into his arms. They kissed. They looked like
Adam and Eve. Was I the snake? Sir L had the snake, pressed up against
JulietteÕs belly. For a long while they kissed, me their naughty child,
standing in the corner, weeping over my scorched ass. Did some parents
punish their children this way? I wondered. It was erotic, wholesome
somehow. Everyone naked as jaybirds, punishing each other for made-up
sins in the privacy of the bath.
Juliette knelt, brushed back her hair. She bent over the gold faucet
on the tub and got it running. She sprinkled in bubble bath. Sir L came, got
me, guided me over to the towel where I had so recently paid my penance.
Still rubbing my bottom, I bent and picked up the birch. Juliette rose from
the faucet and walked over to me. She was chic, graceful. She smiled at
me, a bit uppity. Then she got down on the towel, and offered me an
elegant pose. Her ass spread before me. Her face dropped onto the towel,
wet with my tears. She reached back and pulled her fanny cheeks apart.
She smiled at me, then stunned me by letting out a little fart. I was
shocked. Sir L laughed. ÒYouÕd better punish her for that,Ó he advised me.
P: Hey, what happened to the story?!
F: ItÕs over, Peevis.
P: But I need at least one more ÔRoller Intellectual Moment!Õ
F: Maybe heÕll read Alice in Wonderland, or something.
P: Yeah, Alice at least has a hole in it, and somebody going into it.
F: Two people, actually.
P: Whoa, now youÕre getting kinky.
F: Well, oneÕs a rabbit.
P: Cool, man! Lemme see if I can find that one on a.s.s.!
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