The Price of Desire by N. K. Fox Page A

exertion had made her breathless and her naked body was covered in a sheen of perspiration.
    â€˜I think she’s warmed up nicely, don’t you?’ Mistress asked, in a mocking tone.
    â€˜Yes, Mistress,’ mumbled Georgie, head bowed. She was ashamed of her own readiness to obey the orders.
    The click of heels on the polished floor made Georgie look up. Mistress walked over to the trestle table to which Bunnie was strapped and ran a hand delicately over her pink rump, letting two fingers stroke her slippery pouting sex. Bunnie let out a gasp of excitement, but it was short-lived as Mistress withdrew her hand and turned back to Georgie.
    â€˜Good work, but we still have a long way to go. Your friend doesn’t seem to have responded to her punishment at all. In fact, I think she actually enjoyed it. You’ll have to try harder. Let’s see if we can teach her a lesson she won’t forget.’
    Mistress moved away and stood with her back to Georgie studying the whips, crops and chains on display. Georgie’s heart was beating wildly, and anticipating what was about to happen she wanted to run. But she was frozen, her feet rooted to the spot. And where would she run to anyway? She was stark naked and she couldn’t just leave Bunnie strapped to the trestle with the psychotic Mistress. The only person who knew of their whereabouts was Richard, and as her thoughts turned to her cousin she felt anger replace her fear. How could he have sent them here and placed them at the mercy of this woman?
    Mistress turned and walked back towards Georgie carrying her implement of choice, and a manic gleam in her eye. It was a short leather riding crop, her fingers slowly stroking its length as she approached.
    â€˜Seeing as you’re a beginner I thought we’d start with something nice and easy. Now let’s see what you can really do,’ she said, holding out the crop. The more apparent Georgie’s disquiet became the more Mistress seemed to enjoy it, and at that moment Georgie resolved not to give her the satisfaction. She snatched the crop out of her hand and lashed it down upon poor Bunnie’s bare behind.
    Mistress shrieked with derisive laughter. Bunnie, on the other hand, was caught off guard. Her cry was like that of a wounded animal as she tugged against her restraints, but Georgie couldn’t take her eyes off the delicious vision of her quivering red bottom now sporting an angry red line.
    â€˜I may have underestimated you,’ said Mistress, as Bunnie’s shriek subsided. ‘It looks like you have a little more spark than I gave you credit for.’
    Georgie’s response was to land another heart-stopping thwack across the pink cheeks of Bunnie’s trembling buttocks. The bound girl seemed to freeze, and after a second of silence her agony exploded from her. She wailed and howled, glistening with sweat as she convulsed on the bench. There was something primitive about the way she thrashed against her restraints, and Georgie felt something close to pride as she watched the second red line blossom into an angry welt exactly parallel to the first.
    Bunnie stopped fighting her bonds, her beaten flesh trembling in anticipation of the next stroke, and she didn’t have to wait long. Georgie administered another six strokes before the latex lady gave the order to stop.
    Georgie was breathless and her arm had begun to ache, but that was nothing compared to the quivering girl in front of her, whose buttocks were a latticework of raw welts. Georgie was mesmerised by the beautiful sight and was aware for the first time of the full force of her own arousal.
    Mistress was silent, basking in the glory of successful manipulation, and Georgie was angry for letting herself be so used.
    â€˜You’ve done well.’
    â€˜Thank you, Mistress.’
    â€˜For a first attempt, I mean, but now it’s time to finish the job. I want you to fuck her with this,’ said