Becky Ball - The Rich Bitch

Natalie was in Madam's study, naked and leaning forward on the desk. Her hands were planted firmly on the top and her legs spread wide apart. Her slender long legs and thighs were braced as were her arms. The smooth curve of her arched back flipped up to the rise of her taut buttocks and her head was held high.

"Six strokes today," Arabella said firmly. "A mere introduction to the cane for you and a little part of your punishment as a starter."

Arabella moved close, the fingers of her left hand eased the lips of Natalie's labia apart and she slipped the plastic vibrator fully up inside.

Natalie grunted at the stiff intrusion, her clitoris jolting in response to the warm fingers on her sex. Her body closed around the long probe inside her to gain delightful little ripples of exquisite pleasure.

"You will," Arabella stated. "Hold this inside with your internal muscles during the caning. Should you not – then we start all over again."

Arabella stepped back, raised the cane above her shoulder and paused.

"Count them bitch."

She swung hard down, the thin cane slicing through the air to land with sickening thud on Natalie's backside.

Natalie screamed, her body tensed and bucked, the vibrator plopped out and fell to the floor.

"Oh dear," Arabella said in a level tone. "I think we may be here for quite some time."

She picked up the vibrator and reinserted it inside Natalie's pussy, allowing herself a loving stroke of the girl's wonderful full buttocks.

The cane bit deep, stinging harshly at the firm rounded flesh. A deep burning sensation seeped through Natalie's buttocks, she gripped with all her might to hold the vibrator inside her. The combined clamping action and pain produced the most wonderful sense of pleasure in her. Hurt and sweetness both introduced as one to mingle, to tease and then tear at her nerve ends. Her head threw back and she screamed loudly as the next lash stung at her lithe body. A cruel and devastating blow that cut across the buttocks just at the top of her thighs. The vibrator was propelled out of her body to thump heavily on the floor.

"Dear me," Arabella tutted mockingly and pushed the vibrator back in again. "Your pretty little backside will certainly suffer today."

Further caning saw the vibrator drop from Natalie's pussy on several more occasions. It seemed to happen all at once, Natalie felt her pussy grip but in a different way. The warming heat of her pain seemed spread over her buttocks and down between her thighs to excite her pussy. Her muscles gripped around the stiff rod inside her to envelope its whole length and to send the wildest of exquisite sensations pounding through her. The thwacking cane on her sore flesh was welcome now and her body pulsed in eager expectation of it's cruel sting. Her heady filled with sound deadening mist that swirled around confusing her emotions further still.

Natalie jerked forwards, the force of the surge taking her breath form her. She braced her body and began to howl then screamed a long and high-pitched wail of deep pleasure. Her body quivered, her head and arms slumped to rest on the desk top and she shook uncontrollably in orgasm.

From somewhere far off she heard voices, the words mumbled and mixed so as to be intelligible to her. The after tremours racked her body sweetly and she rested there accepting them. Her hair was roughly grabbed, her head pulled back hard to raise her head up and to strain against her shoulders. The vibrator was pulled roughly from her sated body, slipping out easily over her orgasmic juices. She cried out as the huge cock pushed into her pussy in one easy move to fill her completely. Natalie grunted in tandem with the servant's hard thrusting as he slammed his hips hard against her firm buttocks.

The introduction of the cock into her pussy, so warm and pulsing after the hard feel of the vibrator was so wonderful. Her pussy, still sensitive following her orgasm was buzzed by a thousand little sparkles of sheer teasing delight. As Arabella's hand cupped her breast and pinched at her nipple Natalie came again.

The room was obviously little used and Claire had found it purely by chance as she had wandered the upper floor. The single item that it contained however had taken her interest instantly. Obviously fairly old and coated in a layer of grey dust the wooden seat construction has been very specifically designed. It had a shaped, sloping seat that rose up and out to render the seated person inclined backward with their hips thrust forward. A back support also shaped to accept the rounded contours of a body and leg supports that would splay the seated person open. Two things about the chair were of more interest to Claire though; the thick straps attached that would secure the wrists and ankles and the sculptured wooded cock that stuck up from the seat. It was inclined backward at just the correct angle to slip up inside a woman's pussy.

Claire called out, holding the door open to shout excitedly along the corridor. It took moments only for a servant to respond to her bidding and to come running along to the room.

"Get me a duster and polish – now!" Claire demanded impatiently.

She stripped her clothes from her body as the servant rubbed hard to bring forth a deep reddish mahogany glow to the wooden structure. Her body pulsed in high sexual anticipation as she moved to the chair, placed her hands on the arms and began lowering herself down. At first she was seated with the tip of the wooden cock just an inch from her pussy. She fitted her legs into the supports and gently allowed herself to slip down onto the hard wooden phallus.

Hard and uncompromising the thick cock was but it held delight and mystique of its own as it moved up inside her. At last she was there, fully down on the hard phallus with her legs wide and body leaning back against the support. In any other circumstances her position would have been deemed as crude and indecent but at the manor it suited admirably. Claire's legs were open, her hips forced up an her mons presented high, the mound of her pussy level with her throat and her shoulders in line with her thighs. A cunningly designed bump on the top side of the base of the wooden cock pressed against the underside of her hard clitoris.

"Strap me in," Claire told the servant urgently.

A thrill shot through her as she was secured immovably into the framework. The thick straps pinning her defenselessly and feeling so strong in their imprisoning grip. Her position was surprisingly comfortable and not just a little exciting as she relaxed to savour the feel of the rod inside her pussy. She found herself complimenting the designer of the chair as the servant knelt between the opened halves of the leg supports before her open pussy.

"Tongue me," Claire ordered, closed her eyes and slunk her head back.

It was heaven! Pure heaven, the soft loving mouth kissing her enflamed labia, the snake-like tongue flicking out to taste her wetness and those strong hands caressing the insides of her thighs. Claire struggled weakly against the restraining straps and wriggled down onto the wooden dildo. His tongue moved, in long cat-like licks he scraped the flat of his rough tongue over the tip of her hard clitoris.

Claire bit her lip, she panted heavily with mouth open, gulping in air to feed the electric sensations that were rushing through her. She came, her pussy gripping hard around the wooden phallus and her whole body shaking in involuntary spasms of exquisite pleasure.

This chair she thought, would be a firm favourite with her from now on, she fully intended to sample its delights again.

Natalie was kneeling on top of the long dining table, she was naked and bound between her two Mistresses. Her elbows were pulled back harshly behind her back and tied tightly together. Her wrists were bound and secured to the ropes around her ankles behind her and she was gagged.