Of Pain and Delight (9 page)

‘Still she made me wait. I lay on my back with my legs apart and my fingers dipping into the soaking lips of my pussy. I pressed my knuckles firmly against my clit and rubbed myself harder and harder. I turned over so that I was kneeling on the bed with my bottom waving in the air and my fingers still clawing at my oozing sex lips. Why didn’t she come to me? Why didn’t she fling the door open and lash me until I screamed?

‘I pushed my fingers deep inside and then smoothed my juices over the cheeks of my bottom. I knew it would look good; I knew my unblemished skin would glisten invitingly in the candlelight. I dipped my fingers into my hot little pussy again and then brought them to my mouth. I licked my cream from my fingers. It tasted sweeter than any wine. I began to wonder if Mistress Cale’s juices would taste so nice.

‘I rubbed myself again, this time concentrating on my erect bud. I knew I would come at any moment, and was actually crying with lust. I thought of my two soldier lovers and of how well they had serviced me with their cocks. I needed them to come back to me. I wanted them so badly that I felt I would explode with frustration.

‘Suddenly the door opened. I was still kneeling on the bed with my bottom presented to the intruder in the most blatant and obscene manner. My heart was pounding in my chest and I was panting for breath. I looked over my shoulder, and Mistress Cale was standing behind me. She was naked, save for a pair of black leather boots that stretched to just below her crotch. The bush of dark hair between her legs was thick and luxuriant, the curls shining with wetness. She was holding her teaser. I stared at the tawse and began to tremble. There was no fear in my mind, no terror of the pain that was to come – just pure, unadulterated lust.

‘She moved to stand at my side and regarded me contemptuously whilst stroking the tawse across her fingers. “Well, princess,” she said, “it seems you are more than ready for your punishment.”

‘She raised one leg and rested her foot on the bed, close to my face. I could smell the scent of her leather boot and found the odour intoxicating. I glanced up at her crotch. The lips of her pussy were open and inviting. She was clearly very highly aroused. There was a long silence, and I watched as a sliver of her juice slipped from within the engorged flesh and trailed slowly down to her foot, looking for all the world like the silk from a spider as it builds its web. For some reason the sight of her vulnerability gave me new courage. I bent my head towards her and licked her cream from her boot. The taste was exquisite.

‘I looked up at her, hoping to see some sign of delight within her normally sour expression, but there was none. I glanced back at her crotch. I wanted to bury my face in the soft folds of her cunt. I had never felt that way for one of my own sex before. Thoughts of my two male lovers, and even the tawse, were momentarily dismissed from my mind. After all, she had come to me virtually naked. Surely there was more in her mind than merely a thrashing?

‘She reached over and touched my bare bottom with the tips of her fingers. I wanted her to slip them within the folds of my slippery opening, but she merely smoothed the palm of her hand over my plump globes. Her breathing was heavy and laboured. I turned my face away from her and licked the toe of her boot again, savouring the acrid taste of the leather. This seemed to please her. She stood erect while I traced the shape of her foot with my tongue, then moved her foot away and presented me with the other boot.

‘I licked obediently. I licked upwards, over her ankle to her calf. Her breathing was becoming even more stilted. I moved higher and circled her knee with the tip of my tongue, then higher still until I lapped hungrily at her thigh. I breathed deeply and the scent of her arousal filled my nostrils. I began to finger myself as I moved my face ever closer to my ultimate goal. I don’t know what I was thinking; my mind was racing. The thought of touching another woman in a sexual way would previously have repulsed me and yet, here I was, fully intending to lick the saturated flesh between her legs!

‘The tip of my tongue found the smoothness of her bare skin at the top of the boot. I stopped for a moment; for some reason I felt I had gone too far. I looked up at her face. She seemed like a giant, towering above me. Her expression was cold but unthreatening. I licked her thigh again and then moved my body forward. My mouth was less than an inch from her pussy. I remember wondering how many cocks had slipped between those lush folds of sex flesh. I took another deep breath. Her scent was strong but fresh, the scent of a real woman.

‘Suddenly she grabbed me by the hair and rammed my face against her groin so that my mouth was pressed hard against her cunt. I began to lick her immediately. She circled her hips and gripped my hair tightly, moaning softly to herself. I pushed my tongue inside her as far as it would go and then moved it in and out like a little prick. Her juices filled my mouth as I suckled her. Her taste was divine. I swallowed avidly and then drank more from her. I drew her outer lips between my teeth and chewed them gently, at the same time delving my tongue between them.

‘She leant forward over me and gripped my bottom, still grinding her crotch against my face. I felt the stiff bud of her clitoris against my tongue. I raised my head slightly and drew the little button between my teeth and pressed my jaw hard against her mound. I flicked the tip of my tongue rapidly across her clit. She groaned loudly and dug her fingernails into the firm flesh of my bottom. I licked her even faster, up and down and from side to side. It seemed to come naturally to me.

‘Suddenly she squealed and clawed at my buttocks. Her pussy lips appeared to open even wider and my face became soaked with her juices as she came to a shattering climax. I continued to lick her whilst gripping her leather-clad thighs with both hands. I rubbed my face against her soft wet sex lips and lapped hungrily. I licked, probed and suckled her juicy flesh until she could take no more. Eventually she pushed me away and staggered over to sit on a nearby stool. She was panting like a galloping horse, her breasts heaving and her legs trembling.

‘I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her. Although a large woman, she was very attractive for someone of her age. Her fine body was covered in sweat that trickled down over her skin in tiny rivulets, and she was still clutching the tawse. I couldn’t believe it – surely she wasn’t going to punish me now, not after I had given her such intense joy with my tongue?

‘She seemed to read my thoughts. “Well, princess,” she said, in the most menacing way, “now your punishment will be doubled!” I asked her why; hadn’t I pleased her? But she just sneered and stood up, slapping the teaser against the side of one leather boot. “Not only do I find you allowing your royal body to be impaled by common soldiers, but you then have the temerity to seduce me! Is there no end to your debauchery?”

‘I pleaded with her, begged her, but it was all in vain. I no longer craved the pain of the tawse; I wanted gentle, loving sex. I yearned for her to put her mouth to me and to lick me in the same way I had pleased her, but she clearly had other things on her mind. “Place a pillow under your hips and lie on your stomach, princess,” she ordered. I obeyed immediately. “Spread your legs!” she barked. I opened my legs until my toes gripped the two opposite edges of the wide bed and gripped the iron bedstead tightly with my fingers. My bottom was slightly raised by the pillow, which was rapidly becoming wet with my juices. I buried my face resignedly in the other pillow and awaited my punishment.

‘I felt her stroke my bottom again with her fingertips. “Such a perfect bottom,” she said, “it’s a shame that soon it will be marked and bruised.” She ran her fingers in the cleft between my buttocks and touched my anus, which made me jump. She eased her fingertip inside the little hole. It hurt, and I cried out. “Ah,” she muttered, “a virgin there, it appears.” I said nothing. Thankfully, she removed her finger from me and stroked my bottom again.

‘Then I felt the tawse being gently dragged across my skin. I could feel the gnarled ridges and could sense the hardness of the leather. I shivered uncontrollably, something that Mistress Cale could not have failed to notice. But she said nothing, and instead tapped my bottom with the teaser. “Such ripe, delicious flesh,” she said quietly, almost to herself.

‘She moved behind me and I felt her kneel on the bed between my legs, and then she parted my buttocks with her thumbs. There was a long pause, and I strained my neck and squinted over my shoulder. She was staring at my bottom and licking her lips. From the expression on her face it was clear that she was savouring the sight of my virgin hole. I turned my head and pressed my face against the pillow once more. There was something incongruously exciting in what she was doing, although I couldn’t explain it. It was as though I was taking pleasure in this basest of subjugation.

‘Nothing more happened for what seemed like an age. She just knelt there, studying my behind. I could hear the sounds of the palace from the other side of the door. I heard a group of soldiers marching along the corridor and couldn’t help wondering what they might have thought had they seen their princess in such a predicament.

‘Mistress Cale must have moved her face closer, for I could feel her warm breath against my bottom. Then suddenly I felt her kiss me, a gentle kiss at the top of the valley between my buttocks. I held my breath, wondering what she was going to do next. Was this a precursor to the beating I was about to undergo? She kissed me again, a little lower this time, and then I felt her tongue sliding wetly along the crease. She moved the tip up and down, allowing it to progress ever lower. I thrust my buttocks upward and felt her part the cheeks further with her thumbs. Her tongue reached the spot just above my little hole. I raised my groin from the pillow completely and thrust my bottom up as if offering myself to her.

‘I
was
offering myself to her!

‘I desperately wanted her to lick me – there, in that special place.

‘She teased me unmercifully, licking around my tight little anus but never once allowing her tongue to touch me there. I could feel the wetness of her saliva dribbling down over the little hole to mix with the juices that seemed to be seeping from my pussy. I began to tremble with lust again. I realise now that this was all part of her game of torment but then, in my innocence, I thought she really was going to lick my bottom fully. And oh, how I wanted her to!

‘She drew back after giving me a playful kiss between my buttocks. I lowered myself down on the pillow again, bitterly disappointed. The pillow was wet, a clear testament to the strength of my arousal. I lay in silence for some minutes as she resumed her posture behind me and stared once more at my bottom. My disappointment was rapidly turning to anger. I had satisfied her, I had sated her with my tongue, and yet all she did was tease me.

‘I began to wonder just what it would be like to feel a warm wet tongue slipping and sliding over my anus, and even probing inside, and the very idea made me squirm. I vowed that I would demand such treatment from my next lover, whoever it may be.

‘Suddenly my thoughtful meandering was cruelly interrupted by a loud thwacking sound as leather hit soft skin, and a searing pain tore through my poor bottom. There had been no warning, not even the drawing of breath from my tormentor. The suddenness of her assault caused me to cry out and wriggle over the bed as though to escape. “Lie down, princess!” commanded my torturer. “Take your punishment willingly or the king will hear what his sweet daughter has been up to this day!”

‘I had no choice. The king would be furious if he heard I’d consorted with soldiers and, worse still, if Mistress Cale told him what I’d done with her. No doubt she would weave a convincing tale of how I’d seduced her through wiles, or ordered her compliance. The painful stinging sensation in my bottom was increasing in intensity rather than decreasing, and I wasn’t sure how much punishment I could take. Nevertheless, I moved back down the bed to my original position with the pillow under my groin and my bottom offered to her delectation.

‘The second stroke came almost immediately. The sound rang in my ears but the pain didn’t seem quite as bad as the first. A third stroke was administered and it seemed as if my tortured skin was becoming numb. There was a long pause. I waited, barely daring to breathe. I knew that three lashes would not be sufficient to satisfy my cruel mistress. My bottom burned incredibly. The stinging continued to increase in intensity the longer I lay there, as the nerves in my flesh once more became alive to sensation.

‘The fourth stroke came as suddenly as the first. I yelped with pain as the tawse hit me across the spot where my bottom begins to curve from my thighs. Six or seven more strokes were delivered in quick succession. I don’t know exactly how many; I lost count. What was more important was the fact that I was becoming more and more aroused; I could feel a familiar excitement between my legs.

‘I had a strong urge to put my fingers to myself in order to relieve some of the pent-up frustration that threatened to erupt from my body, but I thought better of it. I had the feeling that, if I showed any enjoyment in the proceedings, Mistress Cale would merely cease the punishment and leave me to my misery.

‘Two more hard strokes were delivered, one to each buttock. I gritted my teeth, I was so close to coming I felt that one more kiss of the teaser and I would go over the edge.

‘Mistress Cale walked to stand by my side. I raised my head and looked at her. Tears were streaming from my eyes, but they were tears of lust and frustration. For the first time that day she smiled. “Have you had enough, princess?” she said, quietly. The smile turned quickly into a smirk and I realised that she knew. The bitch had seen that I was about to come and had purposely stopped the beating. My mind raced. I knew that if I begged her for more she would ignore my entreaties, but could I be convincing enough? Could I make her believe that I genuinely didn’t want her to continue thrashing me?