Becky Ball - The Rich Bitch

Arabella ate heartily, ignoring the tethered girl until Claire brought attention to her.

"Natalie seems to have adapted well and quickly," she observed.

Arabella picked up the long serving spoon and lashed it hard and spitefully across the tethered girl's upper thigh.

"You have haven't you little slut?"

Only a pained grunt came from behind the gag but Natalie's eyes widened as the numbing pain spread across her thigh. Immovable, she tensed as much as she could within the restricting ropes but could do nothing to ease the dull ache.

"I credit the greater part to you Claire, your introduction of Natalie in to our womanly ways certainly helped."

"She received her punishment?" Claire sought confirmation.

Arabella sipped at her wine and then answered enthusiastically.

"She enjoyed it like the little sex-hungry slut that she is. Natalie warms to the taste of the cane as naturally as she receives a man's cock. I look forward to eating the little bitch's pussy. I like to think of it a one of those cream cakes that you keep in the fridge. You know it is there and delights it can bring but you resist and the waiting then adds to the final pleasure."

"Is she to get the opportunity of repaying the servant that abused her backside?"

Arabella laughed aloud.

"You young girls! The servants stiff cocks are all that you are concerned with. Yes my dear she will and later, but for now he is in punishment preparation. Learning the error of his ways so to speak."

Claire nodded her approval.

"Your friend too must suffer of course, her punishment is only partially complete."

"Naturally, Claire agreed firmly."

She cast a glance at Natalie who responded with the only part of her that was able, her eyes.

"When?" Claire persisted.

Arabella smiled.

"Anxious to taste your friend's pussy juices again perhaps?" She teased.

Claire smiled mischievously.

"Perhaps," she beamed back. "Amongst other things."

"This afternoon perhaps but tell me first of this other friend Amey."

Claire thought for a moment.

"Small – tiny is the word, she is neat and petite her looks far younger than her true age."

"Mmmm," Arabella muttered. "I remember little Amey, the freckly little flat-chested girl that used to annoy everyone."

"Not now," Claire corrected eagerly. A full and attractive chest and body to match, the freckles are still there but faded. She is, we think, still sexually inexperienced."

Arabella stopped eating, her eyes staring up with a hint of devilment and salacious longing.

"Virgin?" She drooled hopefully.

"Almost certainly. She has gone to great pains to have us believe otherwise but, as you know, a woman can detect these things."

Arabella sat back, she reached out to the servant beside her and gripped his cock. Her delicate fingers teased as she talked and once he was erect she broke off to suck him.

Her soft mouth worked sensually, closing tightly around his thick shaft and drawing back up his length before plunging back down on it. For several minutes she worked on him, her other hands teasing at his balls. Arabella sucked greedily as she came, shooting his sperm deep into the back of her throat.

"Sorry, do continue," she said casually as she pushed the servant away. "Can't go without my afters."

She wiped at her mouth with the napkin and stood up.

"Shall we take tea on the terrace? It's far too nice to sit in here on a day like this."

She turned to address the servant. "Bring the slut on the table and put her next to my seat on the terrace."

Claire and Arabella strolled together around to the side of the house. At the cobbled entrance to the yard beneath the great brick arch Madam showed Claire the servant in punishment. He was naked as usual, his feet forced apart by a stretching bar secured to his ankles. A thick leather belt around his waist had two side straps that pinioned his wrists. A harness around his shoulders held him leaning forwards at a forty-five degree angle supported by a heavy chain attached to the wall. Around his cock a cord supported weights that swung free and pulled harshly downward on his cock. The servant was gagged, effectively and seemingly painfully for his mouth was forced wide by the ball inside it.

"Every half an hour he receives two buckets of cold water and six lashes of the cane," Arabella explained. "He has been here all night and the other servants have taken turns throughout the night to ensure that sleep has not come to him."

Claire was impressed. The man's body was crisscrossed with reddened welts, his hair sodden and stuck to his head. It pleased her to see his pleading eyes looking mournfully up at her.

Arabella moved close, she opened her tight blouse to exposed her little bra and her tight cleavage. Her hand gripped the hair at the back of his head and pulled his face down onto her soft breasts.

"Just get him a little excited," she explained. "It adds to the strain on his cock – and his discomfort of course."

The servant groaned aloud as his cock began to harden against the heavy weights.

"After tea," Madam stated loudly. "You will receive your punishment."

She stepped back and slapped his face twice before taking Claire's arm and guiding her back to the terrace.

"The attack on him by Natalie cannot go unpunished. I must make an example of her, you know that don't you?"

Claire hesitated as they walked up the steps.

"Yes, Madam," she said uncertainly. "You are right."

Claire poured the tea whilst Arabella stripped off her panties, she sat with her knees part wide and pushed her hips forward to the edge of the seat. At a wave of her hand a servant removed Natalie's gag, lifted her and placed her kneeling and still bound between Arabella's thighs.

"Lick me well slut for the degree of severity of your punishment depends on it."

Madam accepted the cup and saucer from Claire and moaned contentedly as Natalie's mouth made contact with her shaven pussy lips.

It had been Claire's suggestion but Natalie had loved the idea and had agreed immediately. Unused to wielding the crop or cane Natalie had refused a substitute saying that she would 'learn quickly.'

All were gathered on the front lawn, the servants in a formal line standing rigidly to attention but their cocks showing less enthusiasm. Madam was seated in her throne chair, totally naked save for the heavy gold bracelets and the velvet choker around her throat. Claire was standing dutifully to the side of Madam in just her boots and makeup, the light breeze teasing her nipples to hardness. Natalie, was in boots also, long and tight they came up over her knees to end mid-way up her slender thighs. She had chosen to wear a tight little Lycra skirt that stopped just short of her crotch and above her waist a tight uplift bra in black.

The servant to be punished was already in place, tied securely to the framework and looking not a little fearful. A low horizontal rail at about three feet off the ground was supported on two thick uprights, he was bent forwards over this with his ankles bound securely to the upright posts. His arms were extended out in front of him, pulled forward by the thick ropes around his wrists and stretched to the thick post ahead of him.

The position was perfect Natalie felt, bent as he was, with legs spread wide, his buttocks were presented high and out. She screamed aloud as she laid the first lash of the cane on him, a savage and meaningful blow delivered with all the force she could muster. It sent a shock-wave of raw delight rushing through her to push her wild excitement higher still.

"Vengeful little bitch isn't she?" Arabella commented easily to Claire as she watched the proceedings.

Seven more harsh lashes Natalie flailed him with, beating his buttocks with a burning anger. She paused only to get her breath and to allow her level of excitement to lessen a little before laying stripe after stripe across his back. So hard did she beat him that the cane snapped in two. Natalie ignored his desperate screams for mercy and used the crop as a replacement.