Such disportment would be out of place and very embarrassing to their mistress. A severe hiding could be expected. Yet, girls can be subtle and
discreet when they put their minds to it. And un- observed. Especially in the deep water. Under the rippling camouflage of the water Stacy put her hands on the blonde's breasts, and felt the girl return the favor. Brief, careful, unobserved. A break for a swim to dispel any possible wondering eyes, then, by "accident" meeting again in the deep water. Two quick hands inside each other's panty at the sex, deep below the water.
"Ohhh," gasped the blonde softly. It lasted only a second.
"Bye, darling," whispered Stacy. It was over, and unobserved. There was not time for any more than that brief touch, but it had been nice.
The men at the pool, of course, were subtle and clever about their glances at the few servant girls.
They need conduct themselves with dignity at such places as The Club. The younger boys, how- ever, weren't quite as experienced or adept in hid- ing their perusal of four or five pretty girls in sheer, wet panties, which did nothing to hide the dark patch of silken hair beneath. Their eyes were, at times, owl-like, their heads turning slowly to catch the next pair of interesting young breasts that swam by. They did the best they could to cover their enjoyment of the girls, but many of the boys could not leave the water at times for fear of everyone seeing their arousement in their wet trunks.
Stacy had noticed that many of the younger women, in their brief bikinis, revealed the letter 'S' on the bare top halves of their breasts. The brands, denoting obviously their slavery service, were now dark brown, but perfectly distinct and sharply de- fined. They swam for an hour before heading for the lockerroom again, and as they passed through the carpeted hallway they saw a clubwoman lead- ing her girl out to the pool. It was a slave, not a servant. The girl wore a collar shackle, her breast brands were fairly fresh and still red-brown, and glistening rings dangled from her erect nipples.
"Wow," said Stacy, softly.
"Me too, wow!" said Sondra. Victoria smiled at her two servants.
"First.nipple rings you've seen, girls?" They nodded happily. "That's Nancy Becker. Went into slavery two weeks ago. Nice girl. Getting married after her service. The Mortimers bought her."
Stacy and Sondra were, naturally, in seventh heaven. To swim at The Club, and to get a mas- sage! Just like club members! La de da!.The mas- sage room was unoccupied at present except for the three college girls in sheer leotards who were employed as masseuses. Victoria, Sondra and
Stacy plopped, naked, onto separate tables.
The college girls were divine in their ministra- tions. A soothing lotion and tender fingers plied and massaged legs, arms, tummies and backs, as well as upthrust bottoms and warm breasts. The masseuses lingered longer on the breasts for they knew the pleasure it brought, and their expert touch quickly brought the nipples to full erection.
The sensual and relaxing feeling of the long, lazy rubdowri was drowsily intoxicating, and produced almost a sleep. In the half-daze, Stacy felt her legs gently parted by her masseuse, followed by a warm, wet tongue. It wasn't an eroticism by the masseuses, Just the normal final part of a female rubdown in the better clubs. In the men's locker, three other college girls applied their oral talents as the concluding service also. It was most customary.
Victoria, and her flanking servants, gasped and moaned softly in a trio of sound. The college girls- worked at their task until they had wrung the ex- pected orgasms, toweled their charges, and sent them off to a hot shower. The three felt tingly- warm and invigorated when they returned to the car. For Stacy and Sondra, their first day, so far, had been spent sharing the sophistications of the upper class, a pleasure most delightful. Victoria turned on the ignition. Stacy and Sondra pulled up their brief skirts, and snuggled their thighs to- gether.
"Ahem," coughed Stacy.
"Oh, dear," laughed Victoria. "You see, I do for- get. Thanks for reminding me, Stacy." She pulled the thigh rope tightly into the flesh of the two, almost sinking out of sight in the young legs. The adjoining shoulders followed.
"Thank you, Miss Victoria." Sondra and Stacy had their thank-yous down to a perfectly timed duet. Stacy let her hand slip inside Victoria's skirt and felt her warm thigh. She glanced quickly at her face to see if her forward action would be met with displeasure, for a domestic was not privileged to initiate such naughtiness without permission. Any kind of a look of concern or disfavor and Stacy would quickly withdraw her hand. Victoria kept her eyes fastened on the road as she drove, but her tongue slowly licked one lip. Stacy was expert at knowing the feeling inherent in the inside of the thigh, and let her caressing finger move slowly, inch by inch, upwards. She knew well that the sub- tle advancing of her finger would be driving Vic- toria rather wild. It was indeed, and Victoria bit her lower lip as she tried to concentrate on the road. Eventually, Stacy's finger reached the silken strip of panties between her legs, and found it ter- ribly hot and wet. Victoria pushed her hand away.
"I'm sorry, Miss Victoria. It wasn't too smart when you're driving."
"I'm new at this, Stacy, but please don't take advantage of me. You should never take such liber- ties unless you're told to. Let's get that straight right now."
"I am sorry, Miss Victoria. I really am. The priv- ileges that I was shown today went to my head,
I'm afraid. Rather spoiled us. I just wasn't used to such things and got a little cocky, the Country
Club and all. I can assure you that any future trips to The Club will not result in my forgetting my sta- tion again. I promise."
"And I should have stopped Stacy when I saw her playing girl games with you, Miss Victoria," said Sondra. "I knew she was wrong, but I just sat here and enjoyed watching the look on your face when her finger got closer and closer. I'm terribly sorry also."
"Well. Very well then. But not again," said
Victoria seriously. "You should be whipped hard, the both of you. I wasn't going to whip you for a few days, but I'm afraid you shall have to be lashed when we get home."
The duet spoke. "Yes, Miss Victoria." Sondra and Stacy rubbed their bound thighs together in a silent Western Union message. Both received it loud and clear. Victoria was coming along fine!
Sondra put her face in Stacy's hair and whispered into her ear.
"You played with her leg on purpose, didn't you, baby?"
"Shhh… yes."
Both girls lay their heads back against the seat.
Each had learned early in their domestic careers that the anticipation of a whipping was unique and magnificent. It was not really an eagerly awaited activity, for it did hurt awfully. But the utter knowledge that it was to come was almost intoxi- cating. The punishment of waiting was nearly as bad as the actual whipping itself. Stacy could al- ready actually feel the burning leather.
Victoria Palmer glanced over at the two girls who reposed with closed eyes. She knew that they were thinking about the whipping. In truth, Vic- toria was thinking even harder about it. She had been whipped often, but had never whipped a girl herself as yet. The thought of it caused waves of sexual emotion within her. In truth, Victoria had not planned on whipping them for some time, frightened of her own desires, and afraid that her lack of experience with the whip might be evident.
She shook her head in anger at herself. She must get with it. After all she was a mistress and quite responsible for the discipline of these two young- sters! Victoria Palmer was only experiencing the same apprehensions as many other "first-time" mistresses. After the first whipping, it would be easy. Why, that flirty Stacy had actually provoked her into whipping them! Victoria knew that. Very well. I'll whip her so hard she won't ever do that again!