Lastly, Sondra's female emotions could not help but be sexually aroused by witnessing the whip- ping. Like Victoria, she could not help this aspect of it. It was just the way girls are. Indeed, the fact that Stacy was her loved one, aroused her more than if it had been a stranger.
By the twentieth lash, Stacy was nicely into full- throated screams. It was not embarrassing to her.
Whipped girls are supposed to yowl. Some domes- tics bragged that they could go to such and such number of lashes before uttering the first real cry.
It was foolish. It did not make a female any more or less a woman to cry out on the fifth lash or the thirtieth. It was irrelevant.
"Forty!" yelled Sondra. Stacy lay against her post for just a moment.
"May I have a moment, Miss Victoria? I haven't been whipped like this before. It hurts very much."
"Of course, Stacy." The moment of rest was quite nice. Stacy took, finally, a deep breath and turned around in her wrist chains to face Victoria.
Another deep breath, then thrust her breasts out- wards in offering.
"Very nice, Stacy," said Victoria. "I like a female who offers her breasts and keeps them there. A reaI
Southern girl will do so. You belong down here in
Georgia, honey."
"Thank you, Miss Victoria."
"You may instruct the commencement, once again, Sondra, and count off the ten."
"Whip the bitch's tits, Miss Victoria."
"Thank you, Sondra," said Victoria, raising the lash high.
The singing whine struck Stacy expertly.
"Owwwwwwww. Whooee." It had hurt more than she had anticipated. Stacy decided that she better lay her head against her armpit, close her eyes and clench her teeth. For the first time, she realized how the young ladies in the reform room at
Woodriding must have felt to be breast-whipped.
A girl just simply doesn't know by watching. Some of Victoria's lashes caught one or both nipples, an event which caused them to sprout erect in pain.
Besides the terrible hurt, Stacy was surprised to feel the tremendous bouncing of her breasts when they were struck.
"Ten!" said Sondra. Stacy felt herself un- shackled. Her first steps were quite wobbly, but she remembered her duty to kneel and thank
Victoria.
Stacy and Sondra changed places, with Stacy using some choice words in her turn. In reality,
Stacy had just a little more excitement than
Sondra did in witnessing, for her whipping was over. She shouted out the numbers in louder than normal enthusiasm.
Victoria's face was flushed in excitement, an observation which efficient servant girls should recognize. Stacy and Sondra were efficient.
"May we have permission to show our submis- sion to the excellent whippings you gave us, Miss
Victoria?" asked Stacy.
"Yes." Victoria sighed softly. Sondra pulled off
Victoria's shorts, and Stacy peeled down the utter- ly soaked panties. They eased her gently down onto the warm grass.
Victoria Palmer was taken, first by Sondra, then by Stacy, with an efficiency which carried her shrill cries of completion to the mailman who walked a block away on the county road. Then both took her together, two eager faces nestling side by side between the apex of Victoria's legs. Within a min- ute, Victoria held a head of hair in each hand and began to squirm and thrash quite nicely.
"That… will… do… just… fine…" said
Victoria eventually. In truth, it had been the very first time Victoria had experienced a long series of wrenching orgasms, one after another. The whipped walked quite perfectly now, back to the house. The whipper walked quite wobbly. Could anything be stranger?
Chapter Four
"Sondra, however can I read my magazine when the bed is bouncing so?" said Stacy.
Stacy was propped up on her pillow reading
Fashions and Designs while Sondra caused read-' ability problems beside her. It wasn't all her fault, however, since John Palmer was giving her a mid- morning humping in a fairly energetic manner.
"Sorry, angel. Mr. John will be through in a moment by the feel of things."
Stacy smiled at her friend, and went back to trying to make sense out of the jiggling magazine.
Her hand found Sondra's and they held.
"Whoops… gettin' the syrup now, hon," said
Sondra as John completed his pleasurable task with the tan servant. John disentangled his lean body, recovered his composure and clothes, and withdrew from the room in satisfaction.
"Miss Victoria wishes to take us on a picnic this afternoon," said Sondra from the shower.
"Oh, good," replied Stacy happily. "Sounds like fun."
Victoria drove to a lovely little glade, deep with- in a stream-crossed stand of Southern pine and birch. Within the serenity and isolation of the setting, the fresh smell of pine was pleasant. The girls had prepared lemonade and sandwiches, and .they ate upon a spread blanket.
The girls had become more and more excited about Victoria Palmer as the weeks had gone by. It was, most of all, her age. At twenty-four, she wasn't all that much older than her two servants and, because this was so, she was barely more than a girl herself and still had occasional returns to girl games. Her punishments were accompanied by cleverly erotic teasing and wordages rather than just the simple issuance of physical discomfort.
She ordered Sondra and Stacy, at times, to call each other very naughty things and cheer on each other's punishments. These subtle delights were not lost on the two girls, and it made punishment very exciting at such times. During the sexual romps with their mistress, they were most aroused to witness the very girlish responses of Victoria. It was such fun to have so young a mistress, indeed!
"How about a game?" said Victoria, helping the girls put the picnic items back into the basket.
"Of course, Miss Victoria," said Stacy. They would have been disappointed if there had not been a game. Some of Victoria's ideas were quite good.
"It takes two people with breasts to play the game," said Victoria quite seriously. "Naturally only girls have breasts, and boys do not. Not know- ing what you are makes the game only a possibil- ity. I simply can't see what you are because of your clothes. I would say that unfortunately you prob- ably are boys who I have picnicked with. Oh well.
Shame."
Stacy and Sondra smiled in appreciation at
Victoria's happy little come-on. Both girls immedi- ately pulled off their blouses.
"See! We're girls, Miss Victoria! Real honest-to- goodness girls!" said Sondra.
"Well, I do declare, so you are! What a lovely surprise. I suppose then, being girls, that you wear' panties."
The excited girls stripped off their little skirts.
"Indeed. How sweet!" said Victoria, enjoying the charade. "Well, it looks like you definitely are girls and can play the game. Stacy, tie Sondra's hands to that high branch over there."
Stacy, happily, had her friend strung quickly in the age-old and ultimately favorite position of cap- tivity. Victoria took the narrow whip from the picnic basket.
"You must aim for a nipple, Stacy. This whip leaves thin but distinct lines. You must earn five points, and a point is given each time a line crosses the nipple or aureola. Those strokes which miss do not count, of course, so it is up to you to aim well to save Sondra a simply awful time of it. You'll find, because of the very pronounced flexibility of the whip, that it is not easy to aim accurately. Quite hard, indeed!"
"Oh, no," said Sondra, realizing the ramifica- tion. "Stacy, honey, for gosh sakes, take your time and aim carefully! "
"Do my best, lover," replied Stacy. "Hang on, girl, here we go."
The first swishing attempt was far off the mark, and streaked the bottom half of a breast.
"Golly, Miss Victoria, you're right! Harder than heck to hit her where I aimed. Bet you chose this whip on purpose!"