"She is like me alright. She already has breasts nearly as big as mine.In a year or two we will look like twins. She knows you whip me when I am bad and she understands. She would expect to be whipped too if she is bad."
That convinced him totally. I felt a little guilty about offering her but I was sure she wouldn't mind and the idea of having a whole house and the probability of much more sex made it more than worth it.
"As far as being an imposition is concerned you and your daughter can do the housekeeping and I can fire that crotchety old housekeeper my Dad hired. I have been going to do it for years but I just haven't found time to interview a replacement. Naturally if you don't do a good job you will be punished."
I told him again that we would both expect that.
"As far as school is concerned all the schools in this town are bad. I am constantly hearing about high school graduates who can't read. I will arrange a private tutor."
"That sounds wonderful. Are you sure? We will do anything to make you happy."
"I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't sure, and I expect both of you to make me happy. Where do you live? I'll have Mayflower come and move your things."
"Oh that won't be necessary. We live in a furnished apartment. We can get all our things in the Miata." He lifted his eyebrows at that.
"Fine. Here is a remote control to open the main gate and here is a key to get in the house if I am not there. I have to take a client to dinner but I shouldn't be long as I don't like him. My house is isolated so you will need this map."
"Now. Since that is decided. We need to deal with your doing personal business on my time. I am not positive I gave you that advice so I will just give you ten lashes. Where do you want them."
"Oh sir. Please give them anywhere you want. You won't even have to tie me. I will get in any position you want."
"I appreciate your cooperation. I will just use a small whip. Take off your clothes and lie on your back on the table."
When he came back from the closet I looked at his hand. It was a small whip! It had several leather thongs just a little bigger than leather boot-strings and staggered from about six to eight inches long. He had me spread my legs till the outside of my thighs were touching the table. Then he had me use my thumbs to pull my pussy lips up against my inner thighs. I was beginning to be sorry I made the offer to take any position because there was no way he could tie me to make my pussy and clitoris so vulnerable.
At the first lash the back of my head hit the table as I arched up and brought my hands over my pussy. He waited for me to settle down and smiled as I opened my legs again and pulled my pussy lips apart whimpering, "I'm sorry. I'll keep it open for you."
He did appreciate my bravery the next lash was not as hard and then they became coming faster to make my excitement peak. The different lengths allowed the fast moving tips to hit the whole face of my pussy. By the eighth or ninth lash I was coming convulsively and screamed.
"Don't stop. Please don't stop."
He kept hitting me till I could no longer stand it and let my hands slide away from my pussy. I was so sensitive I felt the lips close. I felt him spreading them again and braced my self for the lash. Instead of the burning lash I felt his tongue press against my clit. I was in seventh heaven. Somewhere along the line I lost consciousness. When I became aware of my location I looked through the cleavage of my boobs to see him putting salve on my pussy. I don't know where he got that salve. It had Chinese or Japanese writing on it. It worked miracles! My pussy was barely sore. My clitoris was still tingling but I was enjoying that.
He became aware I was awake when I said feebly,
"Thank you sir. Oh thank you."
"You are truly amazing! Do you know I hit you twenty-one times till you moved your hands?
"I am afraid I was much too excited to count."
"Well I am glad you are alright. I have to leave now. When you feel up to it you may go home and pack.
I was exhausted so I just laid back on the table and went to sleep for awhile. When I woke up my clitoris was still tingling a little which kept me aware of it all the way home.
It took more time to sort our junk and decide what to throw away than it did to pack. When the sorting was done we could get everything into three cardboard boxes which we jammed into the back seat and trunk.
It was a good thing he gave me the map. Even with it I missed a couple of little gravel roads that were poorly marked. We finally came to a huge wrought iron gate. It had a sign on it stating,
"TRESPASSERS WILL BE SHOT THEN PROSECUTED."
I pushed the button on the remote control and the gate slowly opened. It was very impressive. We drove about a mile up the paved driveway through beautiful scenery. We finally came out from behind the trees and saw the house. It was not a house, it was a mansion. It made our governors mansion look cheap. It was a two story glowing white stucco, white marble, and dark stained wood trim. There was a five car garage. Everywhere I looked there were rose and flower gardens with pools. Most of the pools had fountains or waterfalls. We both stood by our car totally awed by our surroundings.
I opened the huge front door with the key he had given me. It swung open easily although it must have weighed hundreds of pounds. We faced a large hall with a curving stairway about forty feet in front of us that led upstairs.
We began to wander around to find a huge formal living room full of heavy carved antique furniture, a dining room that would seat fifty people, a large recreation room with a pool table, a billiard table, a snooker table and a well stocked bar. Adjoining it was a TV room with rows of shelves containing video tapes and the biggest TV I had ever seen. Mindy wanted to see MTV but the system was operated by a computer and we did not know how to work it.
There were bathrooms off every room and the kitchen was all stainless steel with everything you might find in a restaurant. Mindy opened freezers and refrigerators that stocked as much food as you would find in a small grocery store. One refrigerator was full of wine and exported beer.
I was glad I was wearing the dress he had bought me as I felt I fit in with all the other luxuries. I had just been to Cicely's a few days before and looked good. I began to feel sorry for Mindy. Even the new clothes we bought for her looked cheap in these surroundings.
We did not know where we were supposed to stay so we just brought in our boxes and waited in the Recreation room for him.
I drank beer and Mindy had pop while we played pool. Neither of us were good at it so we got bored and sat there sipping our drinks and looking at travel books from all over the world. That reminded me that he did not travel much for someone in his business. When I asked him about it later he explained that he used to travel a lot but now he had agents in several countries who send him video tapes of articles he might be interested in marketing. It was getting late when I got to thinking about how a man as impatient as he was could stand to commute every day to work. It had taken us two hours to get here. That mystery was solved when we heard a loud chopping noise and ran out of the house to see a helicopter settling down on a concrete pad by the garage.
We ran over to him as he started toward us while the blades of the helicopter slowed down to a stop.
"I am glad you found the place alright. This must be Mindy. You were right, soon she will be as lovely as you." Then he frowned slightly as he continued, "At least as soon as we get her some decent clothing. Where did you get those rags?"
Mindy was hurt and embarrassed but brightened considerably as he continued, "We will take her to town with us tomorrow and refit her from head to toe. Are you hungry? There are some cold-cuts and things in the kitchen."