Catherine's Letters (19 page)

Next, Mickey put her face down across the desk. She looked positively obscene, dressed in only her white knee socks and black shoes, and she gripped the desk tightly as he took out a large, leather paddle. He gave her a dozen with the broad blade, making her howl and cry. ‘Oh you poor thing!’ exclaimed Adrienne in genuine sympathy. She kissed Maria, as if she were still on the receiving end of the horrid paddle.

‘He gave me what for,’ Maria whispered back, ‘but that wasn’t the end of it. Look.’

On screen, Maria was completely naked and bending to touch her toes in the centre of the room. Mickey was taking aim with a crook-handled cane. He drew it back, paused for a few seconds, and swished it home with force. Maria yelled and rocked forward, but stayed in place.

Adrienne had expected her to get six, so was shocked when he went past that. Tears were forming in her own eyes when the total reached a dozen, and when Mickey finally stopped at the 18th hard stroke, she had been on the verge of begging Maria to stop the film. Now she watched as the man fondled Maria’s striped and angry cheeks, his fingers dipping into the furrow between them as she whimpered in pain and humiliation.

Eventually, he allowed her to straighten up, but did not let her remain standing for long. ‘Kneel,’ he ordered curtly. She did so without taking her beautiful but tear-stained eyes from his. Very slowly, he unbuckled his belt and opened his trousers to pull out a large, swollen penis. ‘Your final act of penitence,’ he growled. ‘You know what to do.’

Maria took his organ in her right hand, while plunging her left into his clothes beneath it. He groaned as she fondled his testicles and planted a kiss on his glans. The kiss turned into a lick, which was followed by another, then another. Her lips parted and Mickey’s manhood was sucked completely into her eager mouth.

She kept the oral up for several minutes, Mickey’s hand resting on her head for encouragement, until his groans grew louder and his hips almost gyrated. Maria looked up at him and her eyes opened wide. He took his hand from the top of her head in what was evidently a prearranged signal. She let go of his genitals and pulled back, resting her hands on the floor behind her. The camera zoomed in on Mickey’s penis, glistening with Maria’s saliva, as he fondled it with his own hand, once, twice, three times, before he exploded.

He aimed it straight at her. Some splashed on her lips and chin, but most landed square on her breasts, hitting the uppermost curves, trickling down to her nipples and running between her cleavage. Again the camera gave a detailed close-up of the action, as Maria massaged the sticky fluid into her breasts, her fingers pinching her hard nipples into even greater prominence. The camera moved up to her face, which stared back with a look of sheer beauty and lust as
The End
was superimposed over it, before everything faded to black.

Adrienne looked at the flesh and blood Maria, who now seemed very apprehensive. Adrienne thought very carefully before she spoke. ‘So, you do like boys!’

‘Oh, I never said I didn’t!’ Maria exclaimed. ‘They do have their uses, and I like a bit of real cock every now and then. It makes a change from rubber and plastic.’

‘And you were hot!’ To her surprise, Adrienne found the idea of thousands of men masturbating over Maria’s image a real turn-on. After all, they could only fantasise. It was she who was about to have sex with her.

‘I was hot, wasn’t I?’ Maria agreed, smiling sweetly. ‘But I was also filthy! I was so naughty, even I couldn’t believe it when I saw it again.’

‘You were,’ Adrienne agreed, sensing the start of a delicious game. ‘What are we going to do with you?’

‘I need to be punished. Like that man did to me. My bottom needs to be smacked.’

‘I think that’s exactly what I’m going to do to you! Turn over and put those pillows under your tummy.’

Maria followed her orders at once, and lay expectantly with her pale bottom offered for whatever attentions Adrienne decided to give it.

Adrienne knelt beside her and ran her palm over the tight moons, kneading the muscular flesh. After indulging herself for almost a minute she raised her hand and swung it down to land with a hefty slap, which made Maria’s bottom quiver. The brunette gasped, although there was as much pleasure as there was shock in the noise.

Adrienne began spanking Maria in earnest, taking great pleasure from watching her bottom grow more and more red. Maria parted her legs and allowed Adrienne a view of her damp, pouting nether lips. After three dozen slaps she lifted her head and spoke. ‘Excuse me, miss.’

‘What is it, you little minx?’ said Adrienne, secretly grateful for the chance to rest her palm, which was beginning to sting.

‘Please, miss, after I made the film with Mickey he gave me a present. It’s in the bottom drawer of my cupboard.’ Adrienne got off the bed, took the two steps it needed to reach the piece of furniture, and pulled out the drawer. Sitting on top of a pile of clean knickers was a leather paddle. Adrienne picked it up tentatively and turned it over in her hands.

‘It’s the very one Mickey used on me,’ said Maria. ‘He buys them by the bag load, so I asked if I could keep it as a memento. I think it would be very appropriate if you used it on me now.’

‘Yes,’ agreed Adrienne, turning to face her again, and slapping the blade against her left palm, ‘I think it would. Now get your arse up so I can paddle it properly!’ She shocked herself, so severely did the words come out. But they seemed to be exactly what Maria wanted to hear, as she pulled her knees up and took her weight on her arms to crouch on all fours. She lifted her head and dipped her back to offer her bottom more submissively as she waited with a mixture of tension and excitement.

Adrienne took up position on Maria’s left and aimed her paddle. The vivid prints from her hands were visible on the taut skin. For a few moments she contemplated their terrible beauty, before raising the paddle.

It slapped onto Maria’s tight and compact cheeks. ‘Oooh!’ she gasped, as a shiver ran through her, before she whispered a hoarse instruction. ‘Good, but harder.’

Adrienne could not disobey, even though it was she who was supposed to be in control at that moment. She slammed the paddle down with more force, provoking a squeak from Maria, followed by, ‘Better – but harder!’ This time, Adrienne brought it home with all the strength she could muster.

It seemed to do the trick. ‘Oh! Fuck! Yes!’ Maria shouted. ‘Now keep it up.’

Adrienne delivered another hard stroke, then another, and another. She continued to wield the paddle and watched as Maria’s bottom and hips lurched forward at every strike. But each time she pushed it back into even more prominence. Adrienne was fascinated by Maria’s anus and genitals. Her thighs were spread and the two sticky holes seemed to wink with each forward and backward movement.

Adrienne lost count of the number of strokes she delivered, but something instinctively told her when to stop. She tossed the implement onto the bed and seized Maria’s scarlet cheeks in both hands. The naked brunette winced in pain, but did not flinch. Adrienne sank onto her knees behind her and kissed the raw, tenderised flesh. She felt the heat on her tongue, which she ran over as much of the bottom as she could.

She moved into the middle and flicked her tongue over the little anus. Maria drew in a deep breath and pushed her cleft further back into Adrienne’s face. She gave the puckered hole a little bit more attention, then moved to the gash, running her tongue up and down its length before sinking it between the pouting lips.

Maria had grown so excited that it did not take long before her voice reached an ecstatic wail. Adrienne had to grasp the flesh of her bottom hard in order to keep up her oral work, and that sensation seemed to force Maria to even greater heights of pleasure.

Eventually her orgasm subsided and Adrienne eased the intensity of her licks, savouring the sharp contrast between the single explosion of a male climax, and the way a woman could draw out even the dying moments of her crisis.

Maria still lay with the pillow under her stomach. Adrienne gently pulled them out, and rolled the exhausted girl onto her back. Maria smiled sleepily, and Adrienne bent to kiss her. She felt Maria’s hands in her hair. As their mouths parted, the brunette whispered another instruction, very softly this time. ‘Strip, and join me.’

An hour later they cuddled under the duvet. They had just made love again, a slow 69 with Maria on top, and had reached an almost-simultaneous orgasm. Adrienne was now fondling Maria’s breasts with her right hand, while stroking her neck with her left. ‘So how does it feel to be in bed with a porn star?’ Maria asked sleepily.

Adrienne gave a light laugh. ‘Incredible. But with you it’s always incredible.’ She caught her breath as she felt Maria’s heartbeat under her hand. Now she knew she was falling in love.

Chapter Eleven

Friday night had made its welcome arrival, and Rachel sat on Adrienne’s couch with a glass of red wine. Her arrival had been the only moment of embarrassment, with awkward smiles and nervous giggles, but after a few minutes of frank discussion the air had been cleared.

‘So how was it for you, babe, as they say?’ Rachel had been her usual forthright self.

‘Er, it was fine, just great,’ Adrienne replied, still nervous but pleased the ice had been broken so quickly.

‘Only fine? I don’t think so, not the way you were screaming! I bet you’ve never come like that with a bloke.’ They both laughed, and Adrienne had to admit so far her orgasms with other women had been more intense. ‘Your mate Maria’s quite a girl,’ Rachel went on. ‘She was such a bitch when she was ordering us about. To look at her you wouldn’t think she had it in her.’

‘She’s good,’ Adrienne agreed. ‘She gives me just what I need. What about you, Rachel? Did you get pleasure out of it?’

‘I had a scorching come, didn’t I? Yes, it was brilliant. To tell you the truth –’ she leant forward and lowered her voice to an unnecessary whisper ‘– I’ve always been a bit, you know, curious.’

‘Curious?’

‘About other women. Sex with other women.’ At that point Adrienne knew miracles were possible, as the unshockable and scandalous Rachel actually blushed.

‘And now your curiosity’s satisfied, would you do it again?’ Adrienne was not sure if she wanted to sleep with her friend again, but felt she needed to know the offer of a repeat performance would be there.

Rachel seemed to be thinking hard. Eventually, she replied. ‘Yes. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not giving up cock. But it was nice to please ourselves for once, and not have to worry about some delicate male ego. Or wait for him to get it up again between sessions. Yes, I’d fuck you again, babe.’

Now it was Adrienne’s turn to blush. She finished her wine and refilled the glass to hide her embarrassment.

The conversation turned to the letters, and when Adrienne told Rachel there were only two left unread the redhead became unusually interested, and was all in favour of examining them.

‘But it’s Friday night,’ Adrienne protested. ‘Wouldn’t you rather be out pulling blokes? Or have we turned you round more than you’ve let on?’

‘Get away! No, those letters have got me hooked. It’s like a soap opera, except it was someone’s real life, and I’ve got to find out how it ends.’

‘Then let’s find out,’ said Adrienne. Putting her glass down, she went to fetch the penultimate letter.

My dearest Connie,

I hope you will forgive me for the delay in writing to you again, but I have been distracted by another recent incident. This time it involved both Miss Prior and the maid Molly.

Yes indeed, Connie! Both Miss Prior and Molly! And to think I believed her to be a simple girl who knew her place! But let me not get ahead of myself. I shall start at the beginning.

Three nights after our return from London, I was preparing for bed. It was extremely late when there was a knock on my door. I was most surprised, not to mention a little annoyed at being disturbed. Pulling on my dressing gown, I opened the door to find Molly standing without. Her face was half lit by the candle she held, and her expression seemed somewhat apprehensive. I had not spoken to her since beating her, and assumed this was an indication of her new respect for me.

‘Please, Miss Catherine,’ she said, almost as if she were afraid of what she had to ask me. ‘Sorry to disturb you so late, but Miss Prior sent me.’ Molly too was in her shift and gown.

I was immediately alert. Why would Miss Prior be sending Molly to my room at this time of night?

‘She asks can you come with me to her room, if you please, Miss Catherine.’

I was intrigued and somewhat flustered, but tried to regain my composure. ‘Very well, Molly. Please tell Miss Prior I shall be with her directly.’ I expected Molly to leave, taking my message back to Miss Prior, but she did not move.

‘I’m sorry, Miss Catherine,’ she said, a shake now noticeable in her voice. ‘Miss Prior was very clear about what I was to do. She said I was not to come back unless you were with me.’

I was dumbstruck! What was I to do? Take orders from a servant? Surely Miss Prior could not expect such a thing! However, Molly seemed certain of her instructions, and it appeared easier to go along with her than to try and argue the point with the simple girl. ‘Very well,’ I said, ‘lead on with the candle.’ Closing the door of my room behind me, I walked down the corridor, following the flickering light.

Miss Prior’s room was on the floor above mine, at the opposite end of the hall. Up to this point I had never been summoned inside, and I freely admit to some feelings of trepidation as Molly and I approached the door. We stopped outside and Molly knocked three times. From within, Miss Prior called us to enter. Molly turned the knob and I followed her inside.

The room was furnished sparsely but tastefully, with a brass bed dominating it, while a small dressing table and chair occupied one corner. The only other items of furniture were a wardrobe and a small armchair, in which Miss Prior herself was seated. She stood as we came in and I closed the door behind me. Molly placed the candle on the bedside table.

‘Thank you for joining us at short notice, Catherine.’ Miss Prior was still fully dressed in her simple but severe black dress. ‘I am sorry to have to call you at this hour, but then I am sorry to have to call you at all. Nevertheless, I feel this is a matter which must be dealt with at once.’

My heart sank. I judged from the tone of her voice that I was in trouble, but the reason for Molly’s presence I could only guess at.

‘I would ordinarily deal with this in the normal course of the day, but, given that it involves young Molly here, I felt it best that it be resolved at a time when she can be with us without arousing suspicion or interruption from other members of the household.’

My heart was already pounding, and I realised to what Miss Prior was referring. I desperately prayed that I might be wrong, but my hopes were immediately dashed.

‘It has come to my attention that you took it upon yourself to whip Molly.’ Miss Prior’s accusation was made bluntly and without emotion. She continued without giving me the opportunity to answer, had I been able to find the words. ‘Indeed, you not only whipped her, but forced the poor girl to strip naked. She tells me it was the most humiliating and painful experience of her life.’

I cast a sideways glance at Molly, who was staring at the floor, her face red and her fingers intertwined in front of her. She had clearly sought Miss Prior as an ally, hoping she would take her side. But I was not prepared to yield without stating my case, as frightened as I was of Miss Prior’s authority.

‘But,’ I began, my throat dry with apprehension, ‘I was merely following your example, Miss Prior. The girl was obviously in need of tuition and discipline, and I applied both of these in the manner in which you taught me.’

‘I see.’ Miss Prior’s tone was cool and detached. I could tell I had not convinced her. ‘And are you, a girl of 19, whose education is not yet complete, the mistress of this house?’

I was nonplussed by the question. ‘Why, no, miss,’ was all I managed to reply.

‘Then it is clearly not your place to be handing out floggings to the staff!’

‘No, miss.’ My answer came with a sob, and I could feel tears prickling in my eyes. I expected to be sentenced to a punishment to be delivered in the school room the next day, and so was completely unprepared for Miss Prior’s following announcement.

‘So, Catherine, since you saw fit to flog Molly in your bedroom, for exceeding your authority in such a brutal fashion you will now be thrashed in mine.’

I stared at her, my mouth agape in horror. It was not only the thought of a whipping from her which terrified me, frightening though that was, but that she had pronounced sentence in the presence of a servant, and a lower one at that! Can you begin to imagine my shame at that moment, Connie?

‘Oh please, Miss Prior,’ I whimpered, ‘do not speak to me in such a way in front of a housemaid! Please wait until you have sent her away!’

‘Sent her away?’ repeated Miss Prior, in a voice which made my blood run cold. ‘I will most certainly not be sending her anywhere for the foreseeable future! No, it is only right and fitting that Molly should be a witness to your chastisement, since it was against her that your crime was committed.’

I was flabbergasted. ‘But, miss! You cannot! Please, you cannot!’ I begged. But I knew it was in vain, and that I must surrender to my inevitable fate. Even now, Miss Prior was pulling the cane from underneath her coverlet.

‘Remove your slippers and dressing gown, Catherine,’ she ordered. With a heavy heart, I obediently stepped out of my footwear and slipped my gown off my shoulders. I expected to be told to raise my nightdress and bend over, so was horrified at Miss Prior’s next instruction. ‘Now remove your nightdress.’

‘But Miss Prior!’ I wailed. ‘I cannot! I am naked underneath! Molly will see me!’

‘As you saw her, Catherine. Exactly as you saw her! Now will you do as you are told, or do I have to undress you myself, like a naughty child?’ I hesitated, and this was my undoing. ‘Come, Molly, help me get this wicked girl into a suitable costume for her punishment.’

Miss Prior stepped toward me, and without thinking I took a pace back. I immediately found my wrists being seized from behind by Molly. For a small girl, who must have been poorly fed in early life, she had a remarkably strong grip. It was one from which I could not escape, and I found my hands being held tightly behind my back.

Miss Prior approached me from the front, stooped to take hold of my hem, then stood up again, pulling the garment up to my head. A couple more tugs, and it was over, and I was spun around by my shoulders. She took my wrists from Molly, dragging the crumpled nightdress over them, and then my hands. I was turned back to face her, now presented in the shame of Eve’s costume.

My first instinct was cover my spot and breasts with my hands, but Miss Prior quickly smacked them away with the tip of her cane, to leave me exposed in the most humiliating way possible. ‘No false modesty, Catherine,’ she chided. ‘You certainly did not allow Molly any.’ I turned to look at the serving wench, who was still blushing, but now also wore a look of smug satisfaction.

‘Do not blame Molly for telling me of your secret,’ Miss Prior said, flexing the cane as she seemed to read my thoughts. ‘It was as much your own carelessness which is to blame for your discovery.’ I stared blankly at her, failing to understand. ‘I am a creature of habit, Catherine. I always leave my martinet with the thongs to the left, so the handle is to my right hand. You replaced it in reverse. Likewise the cane, which is always hung with the straight rod toward my seat, not the crook of the handle, as you left it.’

My heart sank, Connie. I had been undone by my own lack of attention to detail. ‘Once I knew my precious tools had been moved without my authority,’ Miss Prior went on, flexing the cane again in a most menacing fashion, ‘I set out to find by whom. When I saw Molly’s eyes were red from crying, and that she moved uncomfortably, as if her bottom were sore – a sight I am well attuned to, I can assure you – it was simply a matter of persuading her to tell me the whole story. She was reluctant at first, but the threat of more punishment from myself, and the promise of half a crown for telling the truth, soon had her talking. And I must say it was no surprise to learn that you were the culprit, Catherine!’

I believe at this point I blushed to the roots of my hair, ashamed not only at what I had done, but also, rather strangely, at being discovered so easily. I knew then that I must be punished, and that the punishment would be both justified and cathartic.

Miss Prior took one of the pillows from the head of her bed and placed it in the centre of her coverlet. It was clear what she meant me to do. ‘Place yourself in the correct position,’ she said curtly.

Painfully aware of my nudity, I clambered onto Miss Prior’s bed, grateful at least that I would be lying face down, and therefore partially hidden from view. The thought of my exposed and vulnerable bottom, however, gave me no comfort whatsoever. Placing my loins on the re-positioned pillow, and my head and arms on its fellow, still at the head of the bed, I awaited my painful fate.

Miss Prior approached me and tapped my bottom twice with her cane. ‘A most prettily presented target,’ she said, as if taunting me, ‘and one which shall be striped before very much longer. But first it must be spanked, in order to teach Catherine the full error of her ways. Molly, my dear, you may proceed.’

I twisted to see the maid stepping up alongside Miss Prior. With horror, I saw she was rolling up the right sleeves of her dressing gown and shift. Surely I would not be subjected to such an humiliating ordeal! To be spanked by my governess would be unpleasant, but in the natural order of things. But for a lady of such social standing as myself to be physically punished by a kitchen maid! Oh Connie, it would be shame beyond belief!

‘Miss Prior! No! She must not spank me! She is just a maid!’ I pleaded in shock and surprise.

‘Do be quiet, Catherine!’ Miss Prior told me, her tone showing she would brook no disobedience or debate. ‘Your elevated social position carries responsibility. You may be a lady, but you are a lady who suffers from the sin of pride. A little abasement at the hands of this simple but modest girl is just what is required.’

With a sob, I sank my head into the pillow, as Molly’s hand, hard from all her manual labour, stroked my soft, bare bottom, feeling how plump the flesh was, teasing me before she began to hurt me.

She lifted her palm away and I closed my eyes and held my breath. Seconds later, and my bottom shook with the impact. The pain followed closely, albeit not as excruciating as I knew a spanking from Miss Prior would have been. As Molly landed her second spank I hoped that, aside from the shame, I was actually being let off quite easily by taking part of my punishment from her.

But although I had no reason to believe the girl had ever handed out a spanking before that night, I was surprised at how efficiently she learnt to perform the task. My poor bottom was soon smarting, and I gasped and whimpered with every fresh slap of Molly’s hand.