“Ohh! Ohh… so hot-and soft!” she whispered as if to herself. “Poor… poor dear! Is it-Mrs.-?” she shook her head in denial. “It can't be-she would never submit to such a thing!”
“Yes-it is Mrs. Rose Bolton,” he assured her softly. “She has been naughty-not nearly so bad as you-but still naughty. I suppose you think that, because her naked behind has been spanked, she is in agony-and that the restlessness of her fine bottom under our touches is evidence of that fact!”
He bent to the opening. “She isn't in agony for that at all. It is an agony of pure shame because you have seen her thus. As for the restless movements-you will be better able to fathom the cause if I show you what-”
He spoke sharply. “Protrude your bottom more!' he ordered. “Bend and part your legs somewhat!”
There was another stifled sob-and his command was obeyed. Indelicately he parted the reddened cheeks, not as red as the cheeks of Doris Tasker, however. He revealed thus, to the woman at his side, a little pink rear orifice into which a candle of reasonable size had been thrust.
“For my own good reasons,” he said softly. “I am thus enlarging the aperture somewhat-and besides that the inner sensation helps to punish her-and excite her too.”
“You would hardly believe what the combined effect upon her of the spanking and the candle and the present shame can be. I shall show you-turn around-Rose… fill the opening with your front view-now bend backwards and part your legs again.”
Doris Tasker gasped and shuddered as a genital fleece of darkest brown adorning the lower part of a white belly showed in the opening. The upper thighs were in evidence also and these Francis swiftly and complacently parted, to expose a ruddy cleft which was pouting and moist with its owner's sexual agitation.
Mrs. Tasker cried out huskily with a shame almost as keen as that of the unseen-in part-woman behind the wall. She hid her flaming face with her two hands.
“Is it necessary to commit this unspeakable indecency in my presence?” she stammered. “If the situation is such that you have the power to force this poor woman to such ignominy, is there any reason why I should be forced to witness her distress?”
“I take note,” he said quietly, “of your criticism. It is, perhaps, a little indiscreet, Doris, bearing in mind that you are not now queening it over anybody. I will, nevertheless explain to you that your presence is making this a very real punishment for Mrs. Bolton.”
“Unhappily her amorous propensities are so great that spankings and enforced nakedness, while shaming her intensely, make her flare with a passionate desire so great that it is almost reward, instead of penalty to her-but to have to thus undergo an exhibition of her downfall before another woman is indeed bitter to her!”
“Now stroke her rosy little slit for a while-for I wish you to have personal evidence of her present state.”
“Mr. Freeman!” gasped the humiliated woman. “This is intolerable! Your language is not that of a gentleman and this display of one woman's-intimacies-to another lady is disgraceful beyond words. Stop it… and let me make those apologies or whatever penance you had in mind for me-”
“On your own behalf,” he said mildly, “I deprecate this tone… on the part of a culprit before her judge. My own ideas will prevail here, Doris, have you the least objection to raise?”
It was not his tone but hit eyes and his expression that made the now alarmed woman flinch from him. She would have retreated-but he had grasped her shoulders and it was impossible.
His face was very close to her own. In truth, he was longing to crush his lips to that exquisite, sensually drooping mouth of here-but he restrained himself for the present-later, perhaps!
“Of course,” she faltered — unable to withdraw her violet eyes from his gray ones-“I have not so soon forgotten my promise to undergo some penance or other in token of genuine repentance for my carelessness. But this display savors rather of the seraglio or a madhouse than a tribunal dispensing justice.
He enjoyed even her attempts to maintain a personal dignity under these circumstances — yet his burning impatience to enjoy her in other ways determined him to apply the final crushing blow.
“Have done with this at once,” he said peremptorily, “and cease any comments not required of you by me. Now lay your fingers where I ordered you to place them-on the soft cunt of this woman. No doubt you would prefer to have your own cunt caressed-as it was kissed one day, some three weeks ago, in the room adjoining-at considerable length by a man other than your husband!”
“God! Oh, God in Heaven!” moaned Doris tremulously. “Such a vile accusation! I didn't… it didn't happen!”
“Speak up, Rose, tell us what happened,” said the man.
And the perturbed Rose, thus called upon for her cruel evidence, began to stammer out something. But the appalled Doris cut in swiftly: “You spy-spy… oh, God! To think of being spied upon-in a supposedly respectable place like this. And I gather that you allowed this man, Mrs. Bolton, to invade the privacy of others… your patrons?”
Suddenly aware that she was confessing instead of denying by her indiscreet words, she grew pale and still.
“Speak up, and clearly, Rose!” said Francis Freeman.
And the perversely displayed woman behind the wall, who was evidently coached already, uttered in a feeble voice words that made Doris Tasker wail aloud in shame and then collapse in the firm grasp that held her.
“Mrs. Tasker loves to have her cunt kissed! I saw George Bliss kiss it! She held it out-stark naked-to his lips. She pretended to be horrified-but she wasn't. They did such things together that I was considering ordering them out of the place. I always find it necessary to keep watch on the various rooms in order to prevent any immorality in the establishment!”
“Lies… lies-all lies!” moaned Doris.
“Don't you dare tell this lady she lies!” said Freeman with considerable asperity.
“I… I mean,” amended Doris feverishly. “I didn't hold it out to him-he took it-I hardly knew what he meant to do… at first! And I was distracted over it- if she saw us she must know that. I had been foolish in letting him change my stockings… but I wasn't really enjoying it!”
“That is enough!” he interposed. “This is a matter of which your husband should be fully informed-and he shall be if you fail hereafter to be obedient to my orders!”
The lovely woman wilted in horror and fear that shook her. She would have fallen to her knees in her terror if he had not stopped her in time.
“But-not that… ohh! Not that-don't tell him!” she panted. “I will do what-anything you tell me!”
“You will indeed,” he assured her. “And you will endure a salutary blow to your pride-and express an abject apology to Mrs. Bolton-by kissing her twice on each buttock. Turn around, Rose and show as much of your plump, rosy bottom through that hole as you can!”
His earlier victim gasped-but she twisted her lovely naked body and made the change of exposure which he had ordered. The crushed Doris fell upon her knees at his touch-she crumpled rather than knelt. And her quivering lips were then pressed twice upon each of the proffered mounds of snowy flesh.
It would be difficult to say which of the two beautiful women in his power were more confused by this incident.
The shame experienced by Doris Tasker seemed to burn right through her whole being-but the horror of the threatened revelations to her spouse had so terrified her that all power to resist had fled.
As for the weaker Rose, the mortification of this proud woman impressed her as much, for the moment, as her own shame.
“Let us hear, now, your apology,” directed Freeman.
“I–I'm sorry… Mrs. Bolton,” sighed the matron very tremulously.
“And now tell her that you would like to feel her pretty pussy and cunt-and see how hot all that has just happened has made her!” he commanded.