‘How did this feel?’ asked Shona, batting his already stiff cock in its fetish covering. ‘Could you walk properly in it?’
‘Almost,’ he said softly, glancing at me. ‘It’s very snug. I was hard all the way here, pretty sure some people might have noticed.’
‘And seen what a dirty little bitch you are,’ approved Shona. ‘Great. Do you think he’s a dirty little bitch, Vix?’
I cleared my throat. ‘I … do, yes,’ I said.
Sam shut his eyes, enraptured.
‘OK, Sam, I’m going to get the high stool out for you to bend over. While I’m doing that, Vix, could you get the biggest butt plug off that shelf there and lube it up for me?’
‘Yes, ma’am,’ I said enthusiastically, glad to be a part of the scene. Sam stood with his head bowed and his bottom facing me as I applied slippery lube to a big black rubber plug. I’d barely be able to get it in my mouth, let alone up my bum. I shuddered for him slightly, even though I was looking forward to seeing it go in.
‘Right then, Sam, over we go,’ said Shona briskly, placing a step stool in front of him. He shuffled meekly forwards, until his knees were on the lower step, waist bent over the upper, still wearing the ludicrous thong.
‘Hand me the plug, Vix.’
I gave it to Shona, who smiled back at me.
‘Do you know what sometimes happens?’ she said to me in a confidential tone. ‘Sam here gets so excited just by having the plug put inside him that he comes really hard, before I’ve even started his real punishment. It’s naughty of him, so I punish him all the more – plus it means that he doesn’t get to enjoy the caning, because he’s had his little moment already. Of course, I never let him off. Do I, Sam?’
‘No, ma’am,’ he said dutifully, then he groaned as Shona began to press the plug firmly and inexorably between his defenceless cheeks. She took it slowly, twisting it, withdrawing it a little, pushing it further, making it last an agonisingly, gorgeously long time. I felt my pussy twitch and I clenched involuntarily, wondering how that monstrous thing would feel in my own smaller back passage.
‘Are you going to come today, Sam?’ she asked, devilish in her manipulations.
He was panting and whimpering like a little animal.
‘Trying … not to … ma’am,’ he gasped.
‘Keep trying,’ she advised, unperturbed. ‘There, it’s all the way in now. How do you feel?’
‘Very … full, ma’am,’ he said.
‘Can you see where it is, Vix?’ said Shona. ‘Give it a little jiggle if you like. A little tap.’
‘Can I?’ I hesitated.
‘Go on. Do as you’re told.’
I was galvanised. I pushed my fingertip against the black rubber flange, feeling how Sam’s flesh and muscle shifted under the pressure. He gasped again.
‘Now, Vix, I want you to go round to the other side of the stool and make sure he keeps his eyes open while I’m caning him. Sam, you have to keep eye contact with Vix at all times. Is that clear?’
‘Clear, ma’am,’ he said, and I was pretty sure he wasn’t going to be able to keep his orgasm back much longer. He was red-faced and sweaty, and his eyes were glazed with a kind of tormented joy.
By the second stroke, he had come, in a welter of little sobs and sighs.
I gave him an encouraging smile, but he just stared at me, his eyes almost popping out of his head.
Shona, absolutely without pity, continued to the twelfth stroke, and then held out the cane to me.
‘Want to give him one for luck, Vix?’ she asked.
My jaw dropped.
‘I’m … not sure.’
‘Either he gets the thirteenth stroke or you do,’ she said, smiling sweetly. ‘Which of you is it to be?’
‘Give it to her, ma’am,’ said Sam, suddenly finding his tongue. ‘She deserves it. She’s been making fun of me all through my punishment.’
‘Vix?’
I nodded slowly.
‘I’ll take it,’ I whispered.
Sam rose stiffly from the stool and went to stand, at Shona’s direction, in the corner, his hands clasped over his striped bottom, kneading it compulsively.
As for me, I replaced him, the room swooping around me as I positioned myself as correctly as I could, my cheap net petticoats flaring out around my upthrust bottom.
Shona scooped them up clear of the target area, leaving it bared and ready.
‘No knickers, Vix – did you forget?’ She stroked the naked curves, making me tingle.
‘No, ma’am,’ I admitted.
‘You did it deliberately? Well, you certainly do deserve this then. Just the one stroke, to give you a taste. Hold tight.’
I held tight. In the corner, Sam twisted his neck to look at me, despite orders, and I looked steadily back at him, glad to have a witness.
Shona tapped the thin shaft of wood against the centre of my bottom, lightly, consideringly, sizing up her tactics.
I clung tighter and uttered a silent prayer. Just do it.
With a swish and a thwick, the stroke landed. I waited for it to hurt, thinking perhaps this was all a con and it didn’t really, but true knowledge followed, with an unbelievable burn.
‘Oh, my God!’ I wailed, clutching the long line of pain in both hands.
‘That’s what horny little maids get,’ said an amused Shona. ‘Don’t forget it. Sam, would you go to the bathroom and freshen up for a minute or two?’
Sam, rather reluctantly, shuffled off, retrieving a pair of clean boxer shorts from his backpack en route.
Shona took my hands away from my bum and traced the stripe with a gloved fingertip.
‘Are you OK?’ she asked, leaning down to whisper into my ear.
I nodded.
‘God, that hurt,’ I said. ‘But I kind of liked it.’
‘Naughty girl.’ She kissed the hollow under my earlobe, making me flutter all over. ‘Listen, I’ve got another half-hour with Sam, but why don’t you go and wait for me in your bedroom.’
I looked at her, my pulse quickening.
‘Really?’
‘Yes, really. And look in the second drawer down. There’s a strap-on. Might as well take it with you.’
‘Yes, ma’am.’
I did as I was told, took out the strap-on and went to wait for my new sex life to begin.
It’s the eyes. It must be his eyes. Pure white whites around centres as rich and gleaming as dark chocolate melting in a pan. Or maybe it’s the cheeks, with that constant hint of a blush upon them to show his innocence;