Belinda (5 page)

She felt the orgasm growing within and Ollie pumped harder in perfect rhythm with the increasing intensity of the feeling. God that fat man could fuck! And as she started to come she felt that he too was starting his climax and she closed her eyes tight against the stinging dust.

A strange and wonderful feeling went through her as her orgasm – and his – shuddered through her body. She suddenly felt as if she were flying free through the air, yet the sense of weightlessness was counteracted in the weirdest way by an agonising increase in the weight of Ollie pressing her against the wood. Perturbed, she opened her eyes and was aghast to find that the stagecoach door had swung open under their pressure and was swinging freely with the two of them leaning across it. She just had time to scream her terror before they both plummeted headfirst to almost certain death on the rushing ground below…

It was fortunate for their lives, if not their dignity, that the stagecoach had at that moment drawn up outside the staging post where they were to spend the night.

The two of them fell to the stony ground in a bundled heap, Oliver with his trousers down and Belinda with her bare bottom up. As they realised they were unhurt they blinked and almost died of embarrassment instead of impact. A miserable looking woman and her two equally ungracious children stared down at them – and their exposed parts – in disgust. The driver's and the guard's screeches of laughter did nothing to help, nor did the applause, cheers and cries of ‘Encore!' from Timothy, Marie and Jane as they peered out from the coach.

But the woman started to scream abusively and, grabbing a cane from where it was leaning against the building, rushed at the two prone figures and started lashing at their naked rumps, shouting frenzied insults. She was not joking and they both found the shock of the lash severely agonising until the stagecoach crew and Oliver's friends dragged the hag off – but only after they had enjoyed the spectacle for a few minutes.

As they picked themselves up, Oliver glared at Belinda and said calmly, ‘You won't find that in the Kama Sutra, but it's the way we always do things in Boston.'

After dinner they found the presence of the old virago who ran the station so oppressive that they bought some bottles of spirits from her and wandered well away from the buildings to start a camp fire and have some fun of their own.

The woman's foul disposition made the previous innkeeper seem as happy as a clown who had just inherited a circus. Her unpleasantness was far more positive than his had been. She had continually criticised the group throughout their meal, and when they bought a drink she demanded to know why people needed such things as alcohol, and didn't they know it would poison their souls as well as their bodies. When Oliver asked how come she sold the stuff she went berserk, which was when they beat their retreat to the safety of the savage land around them.

In spite of her bruising from the fall, Belinda felt more at peace than she had for many a month. The moon was the biggest she had ever seen and the camp fire kept the chill of the night away. They were seated by a tiny copse. One trunk was lying on the ground beside its stump, which helped to create the illusion that they were in their own private enclosure. She didn't begrudge her companions their bit of fun with her that afternoon in the stagecoach, but she had decided that she wanted no more of that sort of thing and would walk or seek alternative transport the next day.

The gin she had been drinking all afternoon, and which she was drinking now, also contributed warmly to her feeling of relaxation and wellbeing, and after a while, in response to probing questions about her life in England, she opened up and told them all about her tribulations.

They seemed very sad to hear about her father and brother, and did not condemn them in any way. But they were more than interested to hear of how she had scraped a living on the streets of Liverpool. They all found her accounts very exciting, and Jane in particular wanted Belinda to go over the best bits in great detail. Her audience's great interest in her tales was clearly illustrated by the way the dancing firelight showed up their wide shining eyes.

‘Heavens,' breathed Timothy. ‘You mean there are actually people who get sexually aroused by administering corporal punishment to girls?'

‘Well,' said Marie, ‘I can quite understand that, Tim. I'm getting aroused just hearing about it.'

‘Oh God, so am I!' cried Jane in a fierce whisper.

‘Well, if you must know,' chipped in Oliver, a look of sleepy drunkenness on his shiny unshaven face, ‘I had it done to me once.'

Everyone, including Belinda, looked at him in surprise; not shock, they were all too sophisticated for that.

‘You mean you did it to a girl once, surely?' said a puzzled Timothy.

‘No, not at all,' continued Oliver with a smug smirk. ‘A certain society hostess whom we all know, a few years older than I, made me the offer. She invited me for a walk in her grounds one night. Then she took hold of my cock and “Ollie” she said, “you've got a great big penis and a great big backside”. She was gently pulling me through my thin pants as she spoke, and then she made me the offer: I could have all the sex I wanted with her as long as she could strap, smack, and cane my bottom as much as she wanted. Well, I definitely favoured her – you'd agree if I broke my word and told you who it was – and I thought she wouldn't have the strength to make any serious impression on my derriere. But heavens, she had a strong right arm! I had to let her tie me down in the end else I couldn't have stood there and took it.'

Jane's eyes flashed. ‘And did you enjoy it?' she asked intensely.

‘It was awful!' shrieked Ollie. ‘But then afterwards, every time I thought about it I got a rock hard-on. In the end I went back to her for more. And got it!'

There was a long pause after he finished, broken only by eerie bird cries in the distance.

‘All this debauched talk is making my heart thump quite alarmingly,' Jane eventually broke the silence prettily. ‘Tell me Belinda, did you find it exciting or was it terrifying?'

‘Well,' said Belinda, quite enjoying being the expert, ‘at first I just couldn't believe the flaming pain. But then it got just like Oliver said; whenever I thought about it I became so overwhelmed by the sensational fire in my clit…' her voice faded quickly as she realised what she was admitting. ‘You just get used to it…' she concluded hurriedly.

There was an even longer silence as the group digested what they had been hearing. At last Timothy spoke.

‘Well, judging by the look on Jane's face, not to mention Marie's and Oliver's, I'd guess we'd all be in favour of trying some of this out ourselves. I personally, ladies and gentleman, have got a hard-on that could be used to break the ice in the Hudson River.'

‘Yeah,' added Oliver, now fully awake, ‘mine wouldn't have to break the ice, it's goddam hot enough to melt it!'

Marie laughed delightedly and clapped her hands. ‘Oh golly, I'm so excited I don't know what to do or where to start!'

‘What shall we do, Belinda?' asked Jane, snuggling closer to Belinda and caressing one of her soft breasts through the thin cotton gown. ‘You know all about it.'

Exciting as Belinda found Jane's touch, she moved away firmly. ‘No, I'm sorry,' she said. ‘I agreed to do what we did in the coach but that's it. No more.'

‘But you're going to need a lift tomorrow as well if you want to catch a wagon train to the West,' gloated Marie huskily.

‘No, I've thought about that and I'll just have to manage one way or another. After all, I am a music teacher from a good family. There are more important things to a lady of my standing than what might or might not happen tomorrow.'

‘Oh come on, Belinda, for God's sake!' cried Tim impatiently.

‘No,' she replied firmly.

They all glared at her.

‘I don't see why you want to make such a nightmare journey to California,' said Jane gently, ‘when you aren't even sure of what awaits you there. Poor Belinda; why don't you come back to Boston with us? We would find you decent employment to begin with, wouldn't we Timmy?'

An excited smile flooded Timothy's face. ‘Well of course we would, if she showed herself to be a true friend,' he said, staring at Belinda in a way that made her tremble all over.

‘And then after a while,' chirped Jane, ‘why, you could save up and start earning your own living giving music lessons again. Boston is a very cultured city and there's a big demand for music teachers.'

The four Bostonians watched Belinda carefully for her reaction. She was clearly impressed with this suggestion.

‘And I'm sure a woman of your charm and intelligence would be running her own Academy of the Musical Arts within a year. Especially with our backing,' said Oliver in a very persuasive tone; not at all nice – just persuasive.

‘Yes, but would that mean I'd have to be dirty with you all the way up to Boston?' Belinda said at last. ‘It must be a week or more to get there.'

This was met with an immediate chorus of ‘no' and ‘of course not', and it was Jane who added, ‘Just give us one wildly fanciful night tonight, and we'll leave you alone all the rest of the way.'

She smiled longingly in a way that excited Belinda and made her worry, not for the first time, about the way she always found herself easily stirred by a good-looking girl. But she had little time to brood on the realization at that point in time. The unaccustomed day of gin drinking was making her bolder than she would normally have been, and the offer of a bright and cultured future in a civilised city seemed to be a goal she would certainly sacrifice one more night for. After all, necessity had driven her into strange and unwelcome situations many times already in her life. And she didn't think this little group posed any real threat to her as regards inflicting pain. ‘Well… all right then,' she said cautiously.

There were cheers from her companions, not without a hint of gloating.

‘What shall we do then?' asked Marie breathlessly. ‘You're the expert.'

Belinda felt a flush of deep shame and embarrassment at that remark, but she had to admit that Marie was right. Compared to these innocent fun lovers she was, alas, the one with all the experience. She blinked back the tears that were forming and rallied her spirits.

‘I think it's best if we make a game of it. I think Timothy should be the one who does it to start off, he's definitely the type, but what shall the game be?' She looked at the others expectantly, awaiting suggestions. But they were all staring at her. She thought a moment, and then brightened.

‘I know,' she said with a happy smile. ‘Timothy's a dead strict gentleman and we're his household servants. And he's not too happy with our work so he says he's to punish us. And we have to put up with it because he pays double the wages of anyone else, and anyhow there's no other jobs going either. That's a very popular one back home.'

Timothy beamed his appreciation of the idea, whilst the two girls and Oliver made lots of excited noises about it.

‘And I suggest you have to send one of us back to get that old woman's cane from outside the inn. Right?' Belinda's future was at stake here and she was not going to risk spoiling her chances by holding herself back.

‘Right!' grinned Timothy.

‘Well, go on then!' Belinda had to prompt him, and at that he jumped up as quickly as his slightly inebriated state would allow and faded into the shadows. They were just beginning to wonder where he had gone when he made them all jump by suddenly striding into the makeshift camp from behind them, saying angrily, ‘Right, all household staff stand up!'

They quickly got to their feet, Jane first and Oliver last, and Timothy stood there surveying them with realistic contempt.

‘Right you inferior scum, it's Friday. That means it's pay day and, as you know, before I pay you your wages I have to consider how to pay you for everything you have failed to complete to my satisfaction since last week.'

He studied them haughtily. He was playing his role so well that Belinda felt the skin of her bottom tingling and tensing.

‘And I have to tell you,' continued Timothy, ‘that I am not a jot happy with any of you this week. Jane, go and fetch my cane at once.'

‘Not the cane, master!' cried Belinda for effect.

But Jane was already gone, running as fast as her long dress would allow.

‘How dare you interrupt me, Belinda!' thundered Timothy. ‘Come here!'

Belinda hurried to stand in front of him. Staring into her eyes, he moved his hand forward and pressed it against her soft vulva, holding it there for a few seconds and then rubbing gently but firmly up and down. Both he and she found her thin cotton dress added to the smoothness without blunting any of the sensation, and she pressed herself hard against his hand. After a minute he removed it, placed both arms around her waist and pulled her tight to him so that his penis, bold and hard, was rubbing up and down her slit. His hands slid up her back, and then one of them moved around to the front to gently squeeze her nearest nipple. With a couple of deft movements he had expertly flopped her right breast out through the plunging neckline, and was caressing it in the cool night air when Jane came hurrying back into the camp circle. She approached Timothy holding the cane out towards him with great reverence.