"Well, I just may have, Stacy. Come on now, buckle down and aim."
It took five strokes before one was even close to a nipple. The last one barely edged the pink-brown aureola.
"A point, Miss Victoria?" asked Stacy. Victoria, bent closely to the target area.
"Afraid not, Stacy. Just barely missed. See, look close yourself."
"Hmm. Guess you're right. Sorry, Sondra. No point."
"Well, for gosh sakes, Stacy, get with it," said
Sondra. "Golly, my nipples are big enough, how can you keep missing 'em?"
"It's hard, honey. The whip is so damn snaky. I doesn't hold its line. You'll see when it's your turn on me."
"Damn right I will," complained Sondra.
"Sondra," said Victoria, "it might be easier for
Stacy if you just lay your head back as far as it will go and just let her whip your breasts, rather than jerking around and trying to see where the line was. made. It doesn't help."
It made sense, and Sondra obeyed. Stacy set her lips and concentrated on the points. The eighth lash struck a nipple squarely. Sondra gasped.
"I know that was a point," she moaned. "Golly!
Hurt like hell."
The five points were finally garnered. It had not been easy, and were at the expense of a pair of breasts which looked like road maps, and a pair of pain-erect nipples which pointed like two fingers.
"Took you long enough," smiled Sondra, relieved now that it was over. "Now, girl, your turn!"
"Oh, oh," said Stacy. "I don't like the way you said that!"
Stacy lay her head back and offered her lovely targets to the whip. Victoria, happily aroused by the excitement of the game, sat upon the blanket and reveled in the sight of a pair of full breasts bouncing and jerking under the whip. Sondra was obviously more accurate than Stacy, and had four points in but just half the time. The fifth point was strangely hard to come by.
"Hey, Sondra, what's taking you so long to get the fifth point?" whined Stacy. "Geez, that's seven or eight now that you missed. Hey, you're not missing my nipples on purpose, are you?"
"Oh, of course not, darling. I wouldn't dream of such a thing." Sondra winked at Victoria, and her employer winked back. Victoria was delighted with the lovely little idiosyncrasies of girls. Eventually,
Sondra caught a nipple.
Stacy looked down at her criss-crossed breasts.
"Geez, just look at those tits! Just look at 'em!
Oh, Sondra, if I ever find out that you were miss- ing on purpose…"
"Oh, Stacy. How could you ever think of such a thing?" laughed Sondra.
"Why, you little bitch," said Stacy. But she smiled when she said it, and the warm embrace and kiss showed that neither really minded.
"Oh, my," sighed Victoria. "I am so turned-on, it seems. I'm so sorry I am with a couple of boys right now. If you were girls, I might just this once forget I am the mistress, and see what my tongue could do. But…"
Stacy and Sondra actually squealed in delight at
Victoria's little act.
Two panties hit the ground.
"See!" said Stacy. "We're girls. Look, real pussies and everything!"
"I do declare," smiled Victoria. "Well, how sweet. Come here."
The issuance of physical affection by a mistress is not common. It is a rarity, and certainly not something to be expected. If it occurs, it is. a most significant event, and one to be remembered. A , domestic so honored can consider herself rather : special in the eyes of her mistress. Sexual favor by a mistress to her servant did not mean that she was falling in love with the girl, although there are :,'isolated instances where indeed mistresses and
',"servants do fall in love. But the very fact that a mistress would tend to a servant is significant, for :,it is not done without some interest in the girl per- sonally. Indeed, it might well be the beginning of a love affair in its early stages.
Thus, Victoria's tongue was meaningful to the two girls whom she favored. The emotion and seri-
'ousness of the moment was not overlooked. There were no words of happy chatter or clever asides from the mouths of Stacy and Sondra. They be- came perfectly serious in recognition of the unique and privileged event, such as the stoic and earnest silence of a student upon the stage who receives his diploma. The occasion was dignified and rare.
It was not the feel of Victoria's tongue down there… it was the knowledge of who the tongue belonged to that was emotionally shattering. To :have your hands in the silken tresses of your :mistress as she administered her tongue was, in essence, Shangri-la. To actually climax and realize that your mistress drinks of the wet emission… a 'domestic could nearly faint.
Such were the thoughts of both Stacy and
Sondra, who were not asked to return the ministra- tions! It had been a unique and singular occasion where a mistress wished to give her love in appreci- ation for the many times that she had, and would have, received pleasure from them. Victoria palmer was a perfect mistress. They would fall in
love with her probably. Indeed, when the car ar- rived back at Briargate, both girls gave her a nice kiss before getting out and said the same thing to her, individually. I love you. What else could they possibly say?
It was during the second month when the girls actually saw their mistress get her first punish- ment from her husband. Not that she hadn't re-' ceived such punishments, it was just that such things were fairly private. Servants weren't called to witness in the South. If the servants were around it wasn't avoided, of course, but a special point of them being there wasn't initiated. Stacy' and Sondra had been in the pool when they had heard the unmistakable sound of whip-upon-female emanating from behind the house.
The curiosity of young girls is quite well known.
It was just simply impossible to have to hear such things without seeing. Stacy looked at Sondra, and
Sondra looked at Stacy, They nodded. They crept carefully to a spot behind a lilac bush.
Victoria was tied by her thumbs to a tree branch and her backside was nicely striated already from the top of her back to her thighs. John was concen- trating now on the swelling buttocks. The lovely young wife, well brought up in Georgia tradition, took her whipping beautifully. She had made- no sound as yet, but the consistent lashing now of her slim bottom, finally forced her to begin her opera of sound. When it was over, John passed quits close by the lilac bush on his way back to the house.
"Enjoy it, girls?"
Stacy and Sondra blushed hotly, Mister John had been aware of their presence all the time!
Would they lose their skin? But John was not annoyed at all.
"Girls, please fix your mistress so that she hangs by her thumbs. Give her… let's see… half an hour… no, make it forty-five minutes… before you let her down. I must get to the club for my golf game."
"Yes, Mister John." They breathed a sigh of relief from the thoughts of terrible punishment.
Snooping was a serious offense. Good thing Mr.
John had his golf game.
"Sorry, Miss Victoria," said Sondra as they shortened her thumb ropes. Sondra adjusted the ropes properly while Stacy held Victoria up off the ground momentarily. Stacy released her armful, and their pretty mistress swung slowly by her thumbs.
"Ooooh," said Victoria, softly. "Gosh, thumb- hanging hurts so. Oh, that's o.k., girls, you're only following orders. How long do I get?"
"I'm afraid forty-five minutes, Miss Victoria," said Stacy seriously.
"Ouch," laughed Victoria. "That's a lot. Oh well,
I'm a good strong Georgia filly. Guess it won't kill me. When you come back to untie me I must have another penalty. Tell you about it then. Bye."
The girls left, somewhat unhappily. After all, it was delightful to see their lovely mistress in so elegant a hang. It did wonders for her already per- fect figure. The time elapsed quickly, however, and they bounded back into the yard. Victoria's eyes were wet, and she rubbed her aching thumbs upon being released.