She fed on the sight as she undid her dress and climbed out of it. She
rapidly undid her corset as she thought of what she was about to do,
released from it, gripped her breasts and pulled on her nipples,
squeezing her legs together as fresh excitement spiralled inwards to the
core of her being.
“Right!” she gasped.
The willow branch in her hand, Greta measured it to land along the crease
of the child’s bottom and then bend downward to whip into her tender
clitoris. Greta grinned through her quick breaths. Amy shook her head and
wept, begging her mistress not to hurt her any more while tears dripped
freely from her face onto the stone floor.
“Please, please!” she wept, her voice rising as she felt the cold touch
of the slender rod against the crease of her bottom.
Greta waited until the child’s voice had risen to its peek of pleading,
then brought the slender rod downwards, making a keen whistle as it sped
through the air to whip along Amy’s anal crease. The resulting scream
thrilled Greta to her core.
She shook with her pleasure, drinking in the sight of the child thrashing
in her bonds, rocking to her screams and wailing as the one stroke sped
into her and filled her with its mighty flavour. There was the mark to
prove it, slightly off of the centre of her bottom crease, bisecting one
plump labia and lifting an angry welt that gleamed so perfectly.
Greta then approached the still screaming girl and knelt behind her,
lifting her face to lick the welt and croon into that soft flesh that had
accepted it. She put her fingers between her legs and spread the slippery
wetness seeping from her, anointing herself in her pleasure while licking
the sweet wetness of the child. The girl’s efforts to escape died and she
lay there, accepting the tongue into her crevice where she was sweetest,
her crying slowly ebbing.
“Just two more,” Greta murmured into Amy’s firm lipped cunt.
“Oh, please no, please Miss,” Amy, begged, her trembling and crying
returning as the dread of the next stroke seeped into her.
“Two more,” Greta vowed, rising and positioning herself, her sex gaping
between her legs as she held the rod out and tapped the crease of Amy’s
little bottom.
Amy began to squeal well before she was struck and her body was already
taut, fighting her bonds as the rod rose into the air. When it struck,
when it slid between her legs to mark her other labia, her voice reached
a new crescendo, echoing around the small dungeon.
Greta didn’t feel the pain of her knees striking the cold stone floor.
She was flooding into her hands, spilling her delight before her mouth
had reached Amy’s plump little sex. When it did, she felt the swollen
line the rod had created, she sobbed ecstatically yet again, her cunt
mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, searching for a cock
to fill it.
Once again Greta licked the new welt running so lovingly along Amy’s
labia. Her sex was swollen now, gleaming dully with beaten tenderness and
Greta’s tongue was urging the lips apart, spreading them so the child’s
cunt was revealed along with the rest of all her precious little sex.
Amy was panting, delirious with pain and pleasure.
“No, please don’t, please mistress,” mumbling tearfully, weeping
uncontrollably while swivelling her hips to the mix of pleasure and pain
that was diving deep into her body. The licking left her and she cried
louder, knowing what was to follow. The cold tip of the rod was oddly
pleasant, until she recalled what it meant, then her mumbled words fell
over each other in the torrent to get them out in time.
Greta’s strike was perfectly aimed, the rod slicing down between Amy’s
bottom cheeks, between her thighs, between her cunt. Her body tried to
bow. Her scream filled the dungeon. Pee spurt uncontrollably from her
bruised urethra and Greta stepped into its golden arc, crying out with
delight as the burning hot water slid down into her pubic hair, then her
crotch to be massaged into her cunt by her busy fingers.
Satisfied at last, she called for an assistant to take Amy to the
infirmary. She knew that Amy’s was to visit the special punishment room
later, but that was no concern that hers. Greta had enjoyed every moment.
Rebecca Bolton the matron was there to receive Amy Jennings when she
returned to the infirmary. No worse than any other child that returned
from the dungeon she set about preparing Amy for Betty to collect her.
More drugs and the massaging of special oils into her little body soon
had the child ready again.
As Alice entered the Special Punishment room, she was pleased to see that
Betty Parker was already there with a refreshed Amy Jennings weeping at
her feet, nude but for straps that circled her upper and lower arms, her
neck, forehead, waist and thighs.
The straps were ringed to allow restraint, a useful device if a long
whipping was necessary. The girl’s whimpering could have got on her
nerves, but Betty remained still, waiting obediently with an air of
excitement and nervousness.
Smiling at Amy, Alice walked around both girls, her eyes making Betty
Parker uncomfortable.
“You were remiss in not controlling this child, weren’t you?” Alice asked
softly. Betty swallowed, her body beginning to tremble.
“Yes Miss,” she murmured with a rising dread.
“Had I been with any patrons, you would have shamed this whole orphanage
and everyone in it,” Alice told her. Betty whimpered, her legs willing
her to slide down to her knees and beg Miss Marchant’s forgiveness.
“Perhaps I should punish both of you,” Alice suggested. It would be
pleasant to have the teenager as well as the child. It had been a while
since Alice had the opportunity to torture a pair of well-formed breasts,
to fill her hand and dig her nails into the firm tender flesh.
“Take off your uniform!” she spat.
Betty panted as she obeyed, her mind growing numb as she prepared herself
for her punishment. So far, she’d escaped any serious punishment and only
suffered the paddle, strap and tawse as men and women from other
orphanages had ensured her docility prior to abusing her. She’d had
suffered this willingly; because the pleasure the adults gave her
afterwards, more than made up for the pain.
Kicking her uniform away she hurriedly stood, automatically taking up the
pose she normally demanded of others, her back straight and her hands
behind her head while her thighs were planted well apart for ease of
examination.
And yet Alice didn’t touch her, but continued her slow pace around both
girls, one shaking with worry, the other still softly crying, begging for
forgiveness.
She admired without the need to touch, her eyes doing her caressing, the
force of her presence causing Betty’s little nipples to grow erect, her
skin begin to glow and her sex fill with moisture.
“Put the middle harness on,” Alice told her, her mind made up.
Licking her lips, Betty moved to where the three harnesses lay and picked
up the middle one, the one that had a four inch rubber cock sticking out
from the cod piece while, inside the harness, a thick but smaller cock
protruded inwards, ready to be pushed into her own cunt and stretch her
sex apart.