Becky Ball - The Rich Bitch

"Clive!" Arabella yelled loudly. "Assemble the servant's immediately."

Arabella turned again to face the trembling Claire.

"And whom?" She demanded. "Gave you permission to sleep with my servants?"

Claire looked at her quizzically.

"But you did…Madam!"

"Liar!" Arabella screamed loudly, her face close to Claire's and spittle spraying out in her anger.

The servant's came out onto the terrace and formed a single line facing Claire. All were naked as was usual and black bow ties around their throats.

"This bitch" Arabella announced loudly to the servants. "This worthless slut, has the audacity to call your mistress a liar!"

"No!" Claire protested tearfully. "I didn't mean that!"

Arabella whirled to face her.

"Didn't you?" She asked sarcastically. What then did you mean, slut?"

Claire sobbed, she was confused and shivering in fear. It was all so humiliating and in front of all the men even more so.

"I don't know, can't think," Claire sobbed pitifully. "You're confusing me."

"Punished," Arabella sneered gleefully. "You will be whipped for your insults."

Arabella stepped back and raised the cop high above her shoulder.

"Oh God!" Claire whispered urgently to Arabella. "I need the toilet – badly."

Madam lowered the crop and tapped the tip against Claire's pussy.

"Huh!" Arabella announced loudly to the servants. "The bitch is going to pee herself!"

Claire groaned in deep humiliation, her face bright red, she simply wanted to hide her face but wasn't able. Her hips jerked forward in reaction, a dazzling flash of shock hit in her brain as the pain registered. The searing agony in her buttocks then burned deep into her soft flesh.

"Suffer bitch," Arabella screeched. "Suffer for your wanton ways."

Claire's eyes locked wide and her mouth gaped open as the second lash stung cruelly at her tender backside. Her bladder throbbed its need to deflate, her pussy muscles clamping tightly in an effort to hold back the flow. Her body jerked as the third lash of the crop stung at her and then it happened. A slow trickle at first oozed from her pussy, the hot urine trickling down the inside of her thigh. A fourth lash of the crop bit home and Claire screamed before sobbing in humiliation as the urine spurted forcefully from her. Deflected by her labia, the warm flow sprayed her thighs and legs to puddle between her feet on the grey slabs of the terrace. Claire sobbed in great body jerking heaves, she just wanted to die.

The continuing lashes of the crop seemed unimportant now, numbed and distant even as she hung her head in shame before the watching men. The flow down her legs just simply too humiliating to accept.

It took her by surprise, no warning given by her body, the orgasm shot through her with the force of a tornado. Her body locked, her head threw back and she screamed as she came. Claire's knees buckled and she slumped to the floor panting hard in her pain and pleasure mix.

"So?" Natalie asked excitedly. "Tell me!"

Claire moved around the broad mahogany desk and eased the telephone lead over the blotter, then settled herself in the big leather chair. She held the receiver close to her face and talked with great enthusiasm into the phone.

"Listen, Natalie. It is simply great! Can't say too much at the moment but when your turn comes – you will love it!"

Natalie's pleading voice came back down the line.

"You can't do this to me – we had an agreement! I need to know, the others want to know."

"Patience bitch," Claire said sensually.

There was a stunned silence and then.

"What did you say? What did you call me?"

Claire giggled.

"Only one night here and I've got to grips with the local phrases and terms already."

No reply came.

"Wait and see, Natalie. If I tell you it would ruin the surprise."

A pause followed and then.

"Bitch you really are!" Natalie moaned playfully.

"See!" Claire giggled. "Getting into the swing of it already aren't you? Talk on Monday, bye for now."

Claire hung up and sat back smiling. She had discovered so much about herself in such a short time here. The pain from her beating as she reflected on it had actually been in a way, pleasant. Agonising at the time it certainly had been and a real shock to her but it had been so very horny too. The humiliation that she had suffered had been deliberate, she understood that now. Unpleasant though it had been at the time, the men here seemed to accept it with a casual ease.

The orgasm that she had experienced during her thrashing, well that was the stunning part. Orgasm from pain and humiliation, Claire would never have thought it possible. So powerful and racking made all the more intense by having an audience to witness her ultimate and usually private pleasure.

No doubt about it she thought, her levels of acceptance were changing – and for the better.

The marks on her buttocks still were sore but she bore them with pride now. She considered them the price of learning and looked forward very much to the day she would herself graduate.

A thick rope pulled her knees in tightly together to make even standing a difficult operation much less walking. Her wrists were bound tightly behind her back and the elbows pulled painfully in together and tied equally as securely. The thick collar around her neck rubbed uncomfortably against her soft throat as Arabella pulled hard on the long leash attached to it.

"Stop dawdling slut and get a move on," Arabella snapped in irritation.

She swiped cruelly with the thin cane at Claire's outer thigh to bring a low grunt of pain in response.

The rough ground, stones and twigs all bit harshly into the soft soles of Claire's bare feet. The narrow track that led into the woods was dry and sun-baked giving little comfort to the shuffling motion of her legs that Claire was obliged to take. Stumbling and waddling Claire worked her legs hard to try to keep pace with her mistress.

She tripped, sprawling headlong into the thick undergrowth, sharp thorns tearing at her soft flesh. Only the ball-gag in her mouth muffled her cries of despair as she rolled to a sitting position in an effort to stand.

Arabella towered over her, the long boots finishing just above her knees to show her slender thighs to great effect. Tight little panties in soft pliable leather and cut high on her hip made her legs look even longer than they actually were. Her breasts, perfectly symmetrical and supported on what were just platforms rather than a bra were naked and exposed. The long rubbery nipples jutted out temptingly in hardness to portray her rising excitement. Little golden rings hung from each of her firm buds to glint brightly in the sunshine.

"You continue to mock me, don't you slut?"

Claire shook her head rapidly, her eyes wide with fear. The cane sliced through the air to cut hard into the soft thigh of the cowering girl. Twice more she lashed her before grasping her hair roughly and hauling her bodily to her feet.

"Keep up or suffer," Arabella snapped and strode off again pulling on the leash to drag the struggling Claire behind her.

At length they reached a wooden gate, about five feet in height and six feet wide it had three main horizontal bars and was of a heavy construction. Arabella drew Claire to a halt and removed the ball-gag.

"You slut, displease me. Your constant failure to comply, your half-hearted attitude toward your training is unacceptable. Punishment inevitably follows such failure."

"Yes Madam," Claire responded dutifully.

Her knees released Claire was guided up to sit on and astride the top rail of the gate. About five-inches wide the thick top rail slotted between her thighs and proved an uncomfortable seat for the young woman. The leash pulled Claire's head down close onto the rail in front of her and was tied off securely to leave the girl in a 'jockey' position astride the gate. With her buttocks high and her pussy pressing down on the thick wooden spar it was an ungainly and most precarious position.