pile of pillows at the head of the bed, her slim, muscular thighs spread wide. Adrienne crouched between them, her tongue running up and down Maria’s hairless slit. Adrienne’s bottom was pushed high by her position. It glowed from the hand-spanking Maria had demanded she take, face down on the bed, to “warm your lovely arse up”. Adrienne had at first been surprised at the pain, but also at how quickly she grew used to the crisp cracks.
Now Maria was using the cat. She could just reach Adrienne’s bottom, and the leather tails of the whip were perfect for wrapping around her tightly bent curves. Every time the lash landed, Maria would urge her on to greater efforts with her mouth. ‘That’s it, slut… Yes, lick me harder… Oh yes, push your tongue right inside me!’
Adrienne revelled in the play-acting, taking real pleasure in debasing herself for this woman. But, as she forced her tongue into Maria’s vagina, she was surprised to hear Maria reach for the phone on the bedside table. Adrienne tilted her head to see what was going on but an extra-sharp swipe with the whip, and a curt order to “get on with it and mind your own business”, soon had her back at her task. Nevertheless, she listened and was stunned to hear Maria speak into the phone.
‘Hello? Yes, I’d like a large deep pan four seasons, with garlic bread and a jumbo bottle of cola. The address is …’
It had been an uneventful night for the pizza delivery boy. This was to be his last job before calling it a night. He found the right flat and rang the doorbell. He was totally unprepared for what he saw when the door opened.
The petite brunette appeared to be wearing nothing except her blouse, and that was only held together by two of its buttons. The girl’s make-up and hair were messy. As she handed over the cash and took the food from him she smiled sweetly. There was a movement behind her and he craned his neck to see over her shoulder.
Behind her was a bed, a bed which contained another girl. This one was blonde, and very beautiful. With just her head, bare arms, and shoulders showing above the duvet, she could well have been naked too. She gave him a knowing smile.
With a final “thank you” the brunette turned to take the pizza back to her friend. As she did so, she lifted her left leg and kicked the front door closed. As it swung shut, the pizza boy clearly saw two marks on the brunette’s right thigh. The marks were long, straight, and red, almost as if they had been drawn with a lipstick and ruler.
The bemused youth headed back to his moped. He did not have a clue what the marks were or how they had got there, but guessed it might have been a lot of fun to hang around and find out.
Chapter Seven
At work the following day no one said anything about how tired she looked, or that she was wearing the same, somewhat wrinkled, clothes as the day before. Even if they’d noticed, but been too polite to comment, Adrienne assumed everyone would think she had enjoyed a night of debauchery with a man, rather than a pretty 22- year-old girl with a penchant for having her bottom smacked. It was a wicked secret, and it was all hers.
Back home, she thought about reading another of Catherine’s letters, but was too tired. She made a plan to decipher the copperplate handwriting again the following night.
However, a meeting went on much longer than she’d expected, meaning she did not get home till ten on Friday, once again too exhausted to do anything but eat, then sleep. She lay in on Saturday, until Rachel called and demanded they go shopping. The night was also spent with her: a trip to the cinema, a Thai meal, then an hour sitting in the corner of a pub they often went to. Rachel was, as ever, on the lookout for talent, but made none of her usual flirtatious approaches, sensing that Adrienne would not go along with her. Adrienne used her break-up with James as an excuse, saying she was “off men” for the moment. If only Rachel
Now Maria was using the cat. She could just reach Adrienne’s bottom, and the leather tails of the whip were perfect for wrapping around her tightly bent curves. Every time the lash landed, Maria would urge her on to greater efforts with her mouth. ‘That’s it, slut… Yes, lick me harder… Oh yes, push your tongue right inside me!’
Adrienne revelled in the play-acting, taking real pleasure in debasing herself for this woman. But, as she forced her tongue into Maria’s vagina, she was surprised to hear Maria reach for the phone on the bedside table. Adrienne tilted her head to see what was going on but an extra-sharp swipe with the whip, and a curt order to “get on with it and mind your own business”, soon had her back at her task. Nevertheless, she listened and was stunned to hear Maria speak into the phone.
‘Hello? Yes, I’d like a large deep pan four seasons, with garlic bread and a jumbo bottle of cola. The address is …’
It had been an uneventful night for the pizza delivery boy. This was to be his last job before calling it a night. He found the right flat and rang the doorbell. He was totally unprepared for what he saw when the door opened.
The petite brunette appeared to be wearing nothing except her blouse, and that was only held together by two of its buttons. The girl’s make-up and hair were messy. As she handed over the cash and took the food from him she smiled sweetly. There was a movement behind her and he craned his neck to see over her shoulder.
Behind her was a bed, a bed which contained another girl. This one was blonde, and very beautiful. With just her head, bare arms, and shoulders showing above the duvet, she could well have been naked too. She gave him a knowing smile.
With a final “thank you” the brunette turned to take the pizza back to her friend. As she did so, she lifted her left leg and kicked the front door closed. As it swung shut, the pizza boy clearly saw two marks on the brunette’s right thigh. The marks were long, straight, and red, almost as if they had been drawn with a lipstick and ruler.
The bemused youth headed back to his moped. He did not have a clue what the marks were or how they had got there, but guessed it might have been a lot of fun to hang around and find out.
Chapter Seven
At work the following day no one said anything about how tired she looked, or that she was wearing the same, somewhat wrinkled, clothes as the day before. Even if they’d noticed, but been too polite to comment, Adrienne assumed everyone would think she had enjoyed a night of debauchery with a man, rather than a pretty 22- year-old girl with a penchant for having her bottom smacked. It was a wicked secret, and it was all hers.
Back home, she thought about reading another of Catherine’s letters, but was too tired. She made a plan to decipher the copperplate handwriting again the following night.
However, a meeting went on much longer than she’d expected, meaning she did not get home till ten on Friday, once again too exhausted to do anything but eat, then sleep. She lay in on Saturday, until Rachel called and demanded they go shopping. The night was also spent with her: a trip to the cinema, a Thai meal, then an hour sitting in the corner of a pub they often went to. Rachel was, as ever, on the lookout for talent, but made none of her usual flirtatious approaches, sensing that Adrienne would not go along with her. Adrienne used her break-up with James as an excuse, saying she was “off men” for the moment. If only Rachel
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