"First, gentlemen, let us consider the amorous use of Lesley's behind. By her promiscuous conduct, she has lost all right to object to its use in this manner. Having surrendered herself to her urges, it is only right that she must surrender to those of others."
There was a ready murmur of assent to the justice of these remarks, for who could dispute so moral an argument? Dr. Jacobus resumed. "We are fortunate in having as our demonstrator one whom I will call the Schoolmaster. He has long been an admirer of Lesley's backside as she bent to some task in a pair of tight riding jeans. Then, alas, she was not a slave girl and his lust had to be curbed. Let us concede, however, that he is not a favourite with her. He lately administered severe chastisement with his cane to the bare buttocks of a favourite of hers, her daughter-nymph, while our boyishly cropped Venus was obliged to listen in the next room!"
This at once made the situation more provoking! The Schoolmaster appeared in a mask and a waist-length leather jerkin. His phallus, understandably stiff with expectation, stood out and nodded as he walked. He adjusted a mirror so that he would be able to see Lesley's face while he ravished her arse. Sitting on the side of the table, he circled her waist with one arm and looked down on the full, pale swelling of Lesley's wifely young seat-cheeks. "Your face to the mirror, Lesley," he murmured. "Watch yourself being prepared. Try to imagine how much a man enjoys doing it!"
He took a large blob of vaseline from a jar and slowly spread it on her tight inward rear dimple. In her agitation, Lesley twisted her head, looking back at him beseechingly. Her blue eyes interceded forlornly. The sulky mouth whispered peevishly those reasons which made her behind so vulnerable to ravishing. He smiled at her with amusement.
"That's your problem, Lesley! My prick is so stiff that I could not desist merely because you may be inconvenienced for a day or two! Such shrewishness, Lesley! Your right to choose who beds you? Your body belongs to you? Surely you forget where you are! Such mischievous nonsense is never tolerated from a harem slave-wife!"
His finger diddled the urchin-cropped Venus between her buttocks as she lay on her belly over the rubber cushions. He fondled the smooth, erotic maturity of Lesley's bottom-moons, which were swelled out and broadened by the cushions under her loins. "Be sensible, Lesley!" he murmured, "it won't be the first time you've been sodomised, will it? You still pretend your husband never dared it in a fit of honeymoon passion? None of your lovers during marriage? Ah, but do not deny that the two Arab traders performed the act on you during your night in their captivity. True, we heard you refuse their suggestion indignantly. But Karim waited long enough to hear you getting it anyway, Lesley! Such cries at first-and then soft sighs. A furtive and guilty thrill as they probed your rear depths, Lesley? A promiscuous young woman soon learns to enjoy it!"
"They forced me!" Her resentment had a spoilt child's petulance.
"Your consent is irrelevant here, Lesley. Your master's right over your backside and the rest of you is absolute. Did those two rogues get you into bad habits? I follow their example without compunction!"
"But I can't! I daren't!… I won't!" He stooped, kissing each of Lesley's proud, pale bottom-cheeks.
"The days are past, Lesley, for walking out on marriage and duty to gratify your urges with a lover. The little metal prod heats in the brazier coals. Every poor frustrated harem eunuch longs for the order to draw it out and tantalise your bare bottom with it where my lips now browse! Ah! Your buttocks tighten with alarm at that!"
He paused, then resumed, smiling at her with wicked promise.
"Your rear valley and its tight little crater, Lesley! My lips salute you there… and there. Ah, you have underestimated its seductive appeal! At high school and college, did you never imagine a man for whom this would be your great centre of interest?"
"No!" A peevish wail, petulant yet imploring.
"Ah!" Touching Lesley's anus with his finger, he seemed to guess the truth. "Why so tense and tight, Lesley? Too proud to confess the cause? I believe that my shapely young hen is shy of the cock because she wants to lay? Let us see!"
While Lesley's mouth turned down in a woebegone manner, he took a slim, twelve-inch glass rod and slid it gently but deeply into her backside. The young wife gave a little cry as it reached its full depth. The Schoolmaster withdrew it carefully.
"Ah, yes. Not truly desperate, but beginning to be so. Take the rod carefully by this end, footman, and show it to the spectators."
"Oh, please… no!" It was Lesley's hopeless protest at seeing the state of her behind thus displayed to the amusement of the onlookers.
"Turn your fringe, Lesley! I must kiss those arrogant blue eyes! Lesley, my love, I taste your first tears upon my tongue! Now, my sweet, the phi-head of the marker is glowing. I shall enjoy caressing you with it between your buttocks, Lesley, unless you can divert me by your submission."
I am sure he would never have done so, Charlie-would he? But the effect of his words was enough.
"That's better, Lesley! Arch your seat out like that! A little farther! I believe you want it after all! Now, let me kneel astride your thighs-my knob to your anus, Lesley! Ahhhhh!"
He pressed the tight rear dimple inwards until the young wife yielded her arse to him with a short, hollow cry. The Schoolmaster's penis shaft slid deeply in-between the proud, white cheeks of Lesley's bottom. He drew back a little and plunged again in a vigorous in-and-out. His loins slapped rhythmically upon Lesley's buttocks, his penis driving with all its power into the arse of this promiscuous young wife, punishing her adultery.
"So tense, Lesley? What? Whisper it to me! Ah, the added bulk of the tool compounds your urgency, does it? Put such things from your mind. Tighten your rear muscle rhythmically on my shaft. Exquisite!"
He rode her triumphantly for about ten minutes, at which point Lesley begged him to end the ravishing quickly.
"You abandoned marriage for your own pleasures, Lesley," said he, "now you must abandon yourself to mine. Lie still a moment! My lust shall not boil over for half an hour yet!"
Soon he began again, and later paused. Another beginning, a pause, and so on. Presently, while they lay still and his loins covered Lesley's backside, an involuntary jet of his passion escaped deep in her rear. She made a faint sound of distaste in her throat. He kissed her bare back and was severely logical.
"So prudish, Lesley? The thick warm discharge disgusts you? Such hypocrisy! Why, it is the very substance you begged from your lovers in the warm adulterous passion of your loins! Not quite so snooty about it then, were you, Lesley?"
"I was in love!" Such a sulky schoolgirl wail again.
It was curious, perhaps, that the balm which consummated her illicit passion should so revolt Lesley when squirted into her behind by a man whom she detested. Yet he kissed the crown of her head and his movements began once more.
"You went whoring, Lesley," he murmured, "you deserted the penis of your husband, who had sole legal right to you. Now you shall be punished by mine. Justice requires it!"
"I was in love!" she wailed peevishly, just as before, and as if this excused her.
"You shall be loved here, Lesley," he promised. "The valets will always be waiting in the tiled closet when you needs must go and take your knickers down in there. Karim and Saleh are both lovers of the female backside. Be prepared to bend to their whims before you are permitted to attend to your own."