I eyed the charming row of girlish bottoms with genuine delight, resonating with a rutting surge of lust that had my manhood responding instantly, quickening, inflamed with the urgency of desire. Momentarily speechless, I beamed my approval, flashing my host my most appreciative grin. He acknowledged my silent compliment with a tilt of his head and put a single finger to his lips to assure my silence. Then, with overblown courtesy he bowed and offered me a paddle, presenting it with a flourish. For this evening’s session, two wooden paddles had been selected by that consummate connoisseur, sturdy ones with short handles and wide oval blades. Leather paddles imparted more of a sting, but the wooden paddles, with their greater heft and stiffer, less pliant blades, delivered a more solid bone-jarring impact.
Still silent, we moved stealthily, stepping up to take up positions at either end of the row of kneeling women. I stood behind the fourth girl, a slim-hipped slave whose pert rounded bottom pointed back at me temptingly. My host went down on one knee to conduct a detailed examination of the first girl in line, enjoying himself by lewdly fondling her helpless ass. I followed his example, squatting down to inspect the girl who was positioned at my end. I adored the symmetry of that small bottom, the way the undercurves were well defined so that the mounds jutted out from the tapering thighs. She kept her legs together, squeezing a lightly furred pussy so that it bulged out between the smooth columns of her lithe young thighs. The sight sent my penis soaring to its full height as it came to me that, aside from being ideal for chastisement, the pressing bench would allow a master to take a slave in any number of interesting ways. As I crouched down behind her, contemplating the girl’s helpless bottom, I couldn’t resist placing a hand on her conveniently placed rump, curving my fingers to fit one of the contoured rear-mounds, squeezing lightly.
The sudden and unexpected touch of a masculine hand on her bare ass caused the blindfolded girl to twitch nervously as a tiny whimper of surprise came from her mouth. Her agitation fired my lust, and I slipped my fingers down to touch the softly furred vulva that peeped out at me from between her clenching thighs. The girl shifted uneasily as my fingers sampled the tiny coils of pubic hair and pressed tentatively at the closed fleshy gates.
Intrigued, I drew my stiffened index finger along the fur-edged seam and straight up into the deep division between her spasming asscheeks, giving the helpless girl a sharp thrill that energized her abruptly, making her twitch her ass in a most enticing way. My host watched me, smiling, giving me an encouraging nod. We were in no hurry to begin the punishment; he saw I was clearly enjoying myself, and nodded. Smiling back at him, I turned to the slave at hand.
I clutched her tight-cheeked young bottom eagerly in both hands, curling my fingers along the sides, slipping my thumbs into her rearcrease so I could pry apart the firm orbs to reveal to my eyes her most intimate secret, the pinkish rosette of her newly exposed anus embedded in that shallow valley. I contemplated the soft pink of her asshole. The thought of taking her there fired my lust! The tiny ring of muscle seemed to spasm, winking seductively at me as I watched. I touched her there with one fingertip, pressing lightly, encountering stiff resistance, and getting a muffled grunt from the other end of the slave girl. I smiled to myself. There would be time to force the tiny gate later, after a proper paddling had made the girl more tractable. I eased out my fingers and let her straining asscheeks snap shut, leaving the kneeling slave with a friendly swat on her protruding behind.
Now, still on my knees, I shuffled over to place myself behind the next ass in line, for this one would also be mine before the night was through. Unlike the first girl, whose bottom was small and perfectly rounded, the next girl’s posterior was more shapely, sculpted with fuller flowing curves that formed a heart shape. Her plump ass seemed to jut back in saucy defiance. I traced the rich swells, drawing my fingertips over the magnificent sweep of those feminine buttocks. I thrilled to run my fingers along the curves, savoring the smooth, velvety feel of the tautly curved skin, sensing the underlying muscular tension of that well-made bottom. To test its resiliency, I dug my fingers into the softness, pressing till I encountered the underlying firmness of those heavenly mounds. The girl’s hips twitched under my loving ministrations as I fondled those supple fleshy mounds.
Continuing my examination, I crouched lower and let my cupped hand feel its way along the sculpted contour of one elegantly shaped thigh, starting just behind the knee and letting my fingers shape the swelling lines till they came to the top of the smooth thigh. Then I slid my hand around to sample the flesh of the inner thigh, silken smooth and warm with sexual heat. The girl shifted uneasily to feel my questing hand move up between her legs. I slid my hand up to fit my curving fingers to the plump bulge of her soft, furry vulva, a love-purse that was quite warm and inviting as I let my fingers play over its prominent swell. The girl’s hips writhed with a sensual excitement that she couldn’t possibly control as I fondled the soft folds of her sex. I heard a low moan escape her lips and felt a trace of moisture. I rubbed my fingers together, sampling her love-juices. The girl was clearly becoming aroused.
I slipped a finger between the slightly protruding lips and found her to be surprisingly wet. A quiver of excitement ran through her body, and she whimpered as the slick lips clung to the finger that was exploring her cunt. Her copious flow and excited reactions signaled that the healthy young girl might well be on the edge of coming. But my aim was to explore, not to excite her to orgasm. So, like any good explorer who has made his reconnaissance, I moved on, seeking new territory.
I slid my hands up to clasp those magnificent orbs and rudely pry them apart, opening her like a ripe peach to expose a cringing anus that tightened reflexively upon being revealed to the world. Holding her open with one splayed hand, I applied the fingertip of the other to the flinching rear portal and pressed, persisting in spite of the resistance I felt there, probing with my fingertip, indenting the tight ring of unyielding flesh. An urgent whimper came from the girl as no more than the tip of my finger was inserted up her ass gently but persistently. I diddled her there for a few seconds, while she strained and wiggled, and then I withdrew the offending digit and let the elastic cheeks snap shut, well satisfied with my inspection of her intimate parts. I smiled to myself, pleased at the thought that I might visit that hidden place once again, perhaps after her spanking, for the girl was entirely at my disposal. Having examined the miscreants thoroughly, it was now time to get on with the main event.
I noticed that my host had gotten to his feet to take up his position. He stood eyeing his cringing targets, slapping the wooden blade lightly against his palm, his face set in grim determination. I rose to my feet and took up a similar position behind and a little to the side of the second girl’s jutting posterior. From this position, I could easily reach both tempting targets. Setting my booted heels apart in a widened stance, I sized up the distance to each target, bringing my arm back in a shallow arc to test the range, tightening my grip on the paddle.