Robert Taylor - Whipped bitch

Barbara intervened. "Ma'am, half of it should be Burt's anyway. Couldn't we – forget it?"

Pleading for her lover, Janey thought.

Mrs. Claymore's whip hand twitched. "No! I mean to protect my Ribbon Girls. I know that Mr. Smith left a tip, and Akito has searched every cranny of her room. The money is not there. Thus, I believe Janey. Burt, you have a choice. Either leave my employ at this minute – and I would hate to see that, for certain lady clients cannot get enough of your long cock – either that, or take your punishment."

"It's just her word against mine," he whined.

"I have decided."

Burt glared savagely at Janey, then stepped to the black horse and bent over it.

"Akito," Mrs. Claymore said, handing the whip to the Oriental.

"Not him!" Burt cried.

"Akito," she repeated.

The black-clad Oriental was smiling as he took the whip and strode to Burt. The gold whip leaped up and slashed Burt's hard, white buttocks, the blow sharp, snapping out like a pistol shot.

Burt screeched and slammed against the horse, almost spilling over it. The fiery line across his buttocks was uneven, Janey saw, as though the whip had twisted as it struck.

"Four more," Mrs. Claymore said.

Janey winced as the next blow landed, angling across the previous one. A spot of blood marked the crossing of the lines. Burt was writhing in pain, clinging frantically to the black horse.

She did not gloat over her victory, fearing that every whiplash would make Burt hungrier for vengeance.

Mrs. Claymore was smiling. As the third blow landed, she reached down and squeezed her pussy. Her hips were moving. She was enjoying it!

And Akito had a fierce erection stretching his leotard.

The third stripe crossed two previous ones. Three drops of blood now, and flecks of it on the whip.

The fourth and fifth left Burt's buttocks crisscrossed with welts, and blood oozed out in a dozen places.

He hung over the horse, panting, seemingly exhausted, sweat dribbling down his back.

Mrs. Claymore said hoarsely, "Burt, if you lay a hand on Janey – or any Ribbon Girl – the next whipping will be between your legs. Now go. Take tomorrow off I don't want to see you until the next day."

Groaning, Burt pushed from the horse and went out of the room, not once looking at Janey.

Mrs. Claymore said, "Barbara, you've trained Janey well. There will be a pay bonus for you. But darling, I know that last night you and Burt slept together. Really, I'd rather you sleep with a girl. It makes for less complications, besides being much more loving, a far nicer form of sex. You may go now, Barbara."

When the Apron Girl had gone, Mrs. Claymore said, "Akito, you poor thing, you've got a huge hard-on and you didn't cum, did you?"

He shook his head.

"Janey, we can't leave poor Akito to masturbate, can we? Akito, would you like to fuck Janey?"

Grinning, the man nodded vigorously.

"Very well." The woman went over to the bed and sat on the edge. "Janey, come kneel with your head on my lap. Akito always screws from behind."

Janey, aghast, could not quite believe this was happening. She found herself obeying, going to the woman on trembling legs, dropping to her knees. The woman drew back her skirt and spread her legs, brought Janey's face down into her pussy.

"If you don't mind, Janey. Such a beating excites me, especially if it's a man. I'm already close to a cum."

Dutifully, Janey nuzzled in and licked the drooling split.

She felt the ribbons being brushed off her behind, then hands – small and smooth they were – spreading her ass-cheeks.

"No, Akito," Mrs. Claymore said. "Not up her ass. She's not been properly stretched for it. Into her cunt. Do it quick-quick, get your load off because we have many things to do tonight."

Janey felt a prick slip up her vagina. How small it was after that thick prong of Bill's!

"Janey, give my clit some of those sweet little sucks, and that should do it, precious."

Tonguing the nubbin out of its protective hood, Janey gasped as Akito's cock rammed in. He was panting, shoving in hard and flattening her buttocks, rooting around on each shove.

She caught the woman's clit between her lips and tugged.

"Ah-hh!" Mrs. Claymore cried. "Oh-hh, Janey, that's such a sweet little pull. How lucky I am that you like cunt!"

For the first time, Akito spoke, laughter in his voice. "Quick-quick!" he chortled. "Lady, I quick-quick fuck!"

Between them, Janey felt waves of heat wash through her body. Despite being used like an animal, she was getting a wrenching, scalding cum!

"Precious!" the woman cried, hips jerking now, squashing her honeyed cunt into Janey's face. "My sweet darling, I am cum-ming!"

And Akito's cock began a jerking that was so rapid that Janey, her vagina gushing on it, lost track of individual strokes. It was like nothing she had ever experienced, the prick whipping in and out faster than she could measure.

She sucked Mrs. Claymore's clitoris into her mouth and held it as her vaginal muscles pulled in on the slender prick, drew hard, yanking herself into the full, fiery turmoil of her cum. As she let go, she felt his charge spurt up her hole.

"Good fuckie!" the man chortled. "This girl she good fuckie for Akito!"

"You can have her any time you want, Akito," Mrs. Claymore said.

And Janey, cunt-sucking through the aftermath of her orgasm, knew she would have to just accept it.

In her room, Janey removed her garments, bathed, and climbed into bed.

Exhausted.

The day seemed to have gutted her. First, the frustrated and yet delicious experience with darling Gracie. Then the black-booted punishing of the Smiths. Then Bill and Alice. The trouble with Burt.

Too much.

She tried to envision the world outside Palm Cove. It had not been raining tonight. Sunshine? But she could only picture the palm trunks bending like whips before blasts of wind, and icy rain wetting her through to the bone.

Here she was warm, the bed soft.

She drifted into a troubled sleep full of gold whips and ribbon-girl whips with phallic-shaped handles. Black chains snared her wrists. She was being chained to the black horse. Behind her, Burt wore a black mask and belt and hip boots. His cock stuck out like a pole as he reached his whip arm back to strike.

She raised up, fighting out of the nightmare.

"Hi, sweetie pie!"

A small form tumbled onto the bed and into her arms, soft titties melting into her own.

"Gracie!"

"Don't look so surprised, honey pot. I told you, when I got off duty." Grace pushed a thigh between Janey's legs, and hugged her. "Hey, don't I get a kiss?"

Sighing deeply, the nightmare fading, Janey squeezed her lover close and sought her mouth, found it luxuriantly soft and wet, opening to enclose hers. A hot but brief loving kiss.

Grace nuzzled her cheek. "I feel all better now."

"Did you have a bad evening?"

"No, the usual. But lonely."

They lay together sharing warmth. Janey felt content enough to purr.

Grace's head rested on Janey's shoulder. She pressed a kiss to her lover's forehead, then fell back smiling. She combed her fingers through the other's red hair, idly luxuriating in the clinging silkiness of it.

"Janey. Love me?"

"Uh-huh." She squeezed the girl's warm shoulder.

"It's nice to have somebody." Then, "You're not very hot for me, are you?"

"Right now, I just want to lie here and convince myself that it's real, that we'll take care of each other. At least, as much as Ribbon Girls can."

A hand cupped Janey's breast and squeezed it. "Well, I feel horny."

Janey giggled. "Silly little red-haired twat!"

Grace twisted down and kissed the nipple of her tittie. "Can I suck it?"