giggled girlishly. The dark woman glared at her and Janet fell silent. Paul eased his fingers slowly from inside the maid’s wetness. Lisa watched fascinated as the engorged sex-lips seemed to grip him as he withdrew. He smoothed her juices over the soft, white globes of her backside. The sunlight caught the delicate curves so that they glistened.
Mike moved over and knelt behind the girl with his face inches from her bottom. ‘Teasing,’ whispered Madam Stone to Lisa. Mike took a deep breath then blew gently over the firm mounds then leant forward and kissed her gently between them. He began to move his head around and Lisa could see that he was licking every inch of her bottom, soaking the smooth skin with his saliva. He moved back, and nodded to his colleague.
Paul raised his hand high. ‘You have been very naughty, Anne. You know that skirts and dresses must be extremely short. I am going to sting your little bottom with my hand. Are you ready?’
‘Yes,’ whimpered the maid.
Paul looked up at the group. ‘What do you think? How many strokes shall I give her? Ten? Twenty?’ He looked back at the perfection of the maid’s bottom again without waiting for an answer. There was a long pause. Lisa noticed that the young girl was beginning to tremble.
‘Torment,’ said Madam Stone.
Suddenly, Paul brought his arm down quickly and delivered a resounding blow to the young girl’s buttocks. The sound of flesh on flesh seemed to echo around the pool. The maid didn’t make a sound. He slapped her again, harder this time and she gave out a muted yelp. A third stroke, then a fourth smacked against the quivering flesh. Lisa could see that the maid’s skin was beginning to glow bright pink.
Two further stinging blows of Paul’s hand to her backside resounded like the cracking of a whip. The maid was clawing at Paul’s legs with her fingernails. There were six further slaps delivered in quick succession until, suddenly, the maid’s body stiffened and she squealed in orgasmic joy.
‘And satisfaction,’ breathed Madam Stone. She stood up and grabbed the hapless girl by the arm to drag her to her feet. The tall woman’s expression was severe, but Lisa realised that it was all part of the game. The maid, however, appeared to be terrified.
‘You may not display pleasure in the company of senior members of staff,’ the fearsome instructress snarled. ‘You will go to my room and await further punishment! Now, go!’ The maid scurried away into the house. Madam Stone turned to the others. ‘It is so difficult to get good staff,’ she said, nonchalantly.
As the afternoon wore on, it became clear that the American flight must have been delayed. Madam Stone had disappeared into the house, probably to torment the maid some more. The group began to exchange accounts of past sexual experiences, more as a way of passing the time than for any other reason. The conversation, however, became more and more frank, and the stories increasingly bizarre.
The subject finally turned to surprise encounters. Janet recounted the story of their recent experience with the postman and Lisa added to the tale by telling them about the somewhat erotic holiday photos. Mike volunteered to be the next to confess all.
‘You mentioning the holiday snaps reminds me of something that happened to me,’ he began, ‘and it’s weird. It was almost a mirror of what you did with the postman. It was actually my first time. I suppose you could say that I was a bit of a late starter. I was nearly eighteen, and more interested in spending time working out in the gym than chasing girls.’
‘No change there, then,’ joked Paul.
‘Oh, very droll,’ Mike sneered. ‘Anyway, it was a hot afternoon, much like today, and I was walking back from a really good session at the gym. Because of the weather I hadn’t bothered to change, and was still wearing my training gear – you know, low-cut T-shirt and tight, lycra shorts. I was carrying my normal
Mike moved over and knelt behind the girl with his face inches from her bottom. ‘Teasing,’ whispered Madam Stone to Lisa. Mike took a deep breath then blew gently over the firm mounds then leant forward and kissed her gently between them. He began to move his head around and Lisa could see that he was licking every inch of her bottom, soaking the smooth skin with his saliva. He moved back, and nodded to his colleague.
Paul raised his hand high. ‘You have been very naughty, Anne. You know that skirts and dresses must be extremely short. I am going to sting your little bottom with my hand. Are you ready?’
‘Yes,’ whimpered the maid.
Paul looked up at the group. ‘What do you think? How many strokes shall I give her? Ten? Twenty?’ He looked back at the perfection of the maid’s bottom again without waiting for an answer. There was a long pause. Lisa noticed that the young girl was beginning to tremble.
‘Torment,’ said Madam Stone.
Suddenly, Paul brought his arm down quickly and delivered a resounding blow to the young girl’s buttocks. The sound of flesh on flesh seemed to echo around the pool. The maid didn’t make a sound. He slapped her again, harder this time and she gave out a muted yelp. A third stroke, then a fourth smacked against the quivering flesh. Lisa could see that the maid’s skin was beginning to glow bright pink.
Two further stinging blows of Paul’s hand to her backside resounded like the cracking of a whip. The maid was clawing at Paul’s legs with her fingernails. There were six further slaps delivered in quick succession until, suddenly, the maid’s body stiffened and she squealed in orgasmic joy.
‘And satisfaction,’ breathed Madam Stone. She stood up and grabbed the hapless girl by the arm to drag her to her feet. The tall woman’s expression was severe, but Lisa realised that it was all part of the game. The maid, however, appeared to be terrified.
‘You may not display pleasure in the company of senior members of staff,’ the fearsome instructress snarled. ‘You will go to my room and await further punishment! Now, go!’ The maid scurried away into the house. Madam Stone turned to the others. ‘It is so difficult to get good staff,’ she said, nonchalantly.
As the afternoon wore on, it became clear that the American flight must have been delayed. Madam Stone had disappeared into the house, probably to torment the maid some more. The group began to exchange accounts of past sexual experiences, more as a way of passing the time than for any other reason. The conversation, however, became more and more frank, and the stories increasingly bizarre.
The subject finally turned to surprise encounters. Janet recounted the story of their recent experience with the postman and Lisa added to the tale by telling them about the somewhat erotic holiday photos. Mike volunteered to be the next to confess all.
‘You mentioning the holiday snaps reminds me of something that happened to me,’ he began, ‘and it’s weird. It was almost a mirror of what you did with the postman. It was actually my first time. I suppose you could say that I was a bit of a late starter. I was nearly eighteen, and more interested in spending time working out in the gym than chasing girls.’
‘No change there, then,’ joked Paul.
‘Oh, very droll,’ Mike sneered. ‘Anyway, it was a hot afternoon, much like today, and I was walking back from a really good session at the gym. Because of the weather I hadn’t bothered to change, and was still wearing my training gear – you know, low-cut T-shirt and tight, lycra shorts. I was carrying my normal
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