"You failed me," she said casually.
Clive cleared his throat.
"Madam, I am sorry," he croaked nervously. When Madam was angry she was a force indeed to contend with, all the servants knew this and to a man they both feared and yet loved her.
Madam positioned herself at his side, her body close and pressing lightly against his side. Her voice was low and sensual as she sought to arouse him.
"So big! Your cock is mmm! So very nice."
He groaned, not in pleasure but in the knowledge of what was to come. Only once had he ever suffered the expected punishment and never again did he want to. Clive fought hard to stem his rising erection.
"My pussy," Arabella breathed. "Is wet and in need of your cock."
He groaned loudly as his cock stirred into life and began to harden; the feel of her warm body against his, the heady smell of her perfume and the sensuality of her manner all combined to bring it up.
His head threw back and he screamed as she cut down hard on it with the crop. A savage and meaningful lash that jarred his whole cock downward and against his angle of erection.
"Failure," she purred sexily. "I simply do not accept."
A second stinging lash bit fiercely down onto his cock and again he wailed his pity to the cold stone walls. Arabella paused, one hand cupping his balls tenderly and the other using a finger to tease between his tensed buttocks.
"Get hard again my little man," she taunted.
Clive shook his head in denial, fighting desperately to avoid a second erection in his aching cock. The burning stinging had now turned to a dull and numbing throb that made any control difficult.
He whimpered as his cock began to rise, the teasing hand and fingers working to excite over pain. Once again he was erect, her hand moved to grip the swollen shaft and to hold it tenderly.
"What does Madam not accept?" She asked in a singing and mocking tone.
"Failure!" He blurted. "Failure Madam."
"Yes!" She cooed sarcastically. "That's right and you did fail me Clive."
His screaming was renewed as two more cruel lashes of the crop struck hard down on his cock before Arabella again paused.
"Enough of that now," she reassured softly.
He groaned his relief and uttered gratefully. "Thank you. Thank you Madam."
Arabella straightened her body, pushing her chest out for his benefit and to add emphasis to her words.
"Your internal tube will now be bruised and the passage of any liquids down it will be painful in the extreme."
Clive nodded mournfully his acknowledgement of the facts stated.
Arabella's voice again changed to a low and sensual tone.
"I will now insert my finger into your anus and locate your prostrate gland."
The servant looked up at her quizzically.
"The stroking of your little gland makes you come ' uncontrollably and unstoppably."
Several seconds passed as Clive absorbed the full implications of her words then he began to cry. Great heaving sobs racked his body as Madam knelt before him and slipped a hand between his legs and located the entrance to his anus.
He wailed pitifully as the middle finger of her hand pushed inside, forcing his little muscles wide in her exploration. Just a moment passed before his body began to twitch in involuntary spasm.
"You won't be able to stop it," she teased. "The gland reacts to stimulation that you simply can't control."
His cock jerked and rose to emit a long stream of this sperm that jetted forcefully out of the end. He screamed a long and pained wailing that echoed around the otherwise silent room. On and on the stream of sperm jetted in a seemingly never ending flow.
Arabella closed her eyes and moaned her delight as his warm sticky come splashed all over her face and breasts. She paused, moving the finger inside him off his gland.
"Good boy," she mocked. "Scream well my little man for I simply love it when you wail."
As the finger located once again his body stiffened, his mouth open and eyes locked wide.
Arabella tensed herself as she squatted there and came to orgasm as his warm juices again spurted over her face and shoulders.
"Mmmm," she moaned sexily and licked at the thick globules on her lips. Several more times should do for today."
Claire was straddled over Natalie's face, her open pussy pressing down on Natalie's mouth.
"Lick me bitch," she demanded for the third time.
A muffled refusal came from between her thighs and Claire pressed down harder. She reveled in her friend's disgust and revulsion at being expected to perform such an act.
Claire leaned forwards, her hands placed one on each of Natalie's parted thighs, her head dipped down to kiss lightly on Natalie's erect clitoris.
"Do it bitch," Claire growled and closed her lips around the hard bud.
Natalie's body tensed, her mouth opened in reaction and her tongue pushed out.
Claire tensed and moaned in delight as the thick worm of Natalie's tongue slipped up into her open pussy. Her own mouth sucked and her teeth clenched lightly to trap her friend's hard clitoris.
A series of quivering spasms gripped Natalie's body to shiver as the grip on her bud increased. Her tongue pushed fully out and up inside to curl around in exploration.
Thick musky juices filled Natalie's senses of smell and taste, her sense of feel simply tuned to a high pitch as the exciting sensations pounded through her.
Claire hands stroked and caressed, moving ever close toward Natalie's open pussy. Two fingers of each of her hands pushed inside the gaping tunnel to probe and search in a fervent hunger for release. Her mouth worked, the tongue flicking lightly across he very tip of Natalie's hard bud. The two women licking and sucking now in a passionate kissing of deep sexual pleasure.
Claire came first, her thighs clamping hard around Natalie's head as a terrific surge of sensation shot through her. Her teeth bit hard n her excitement and her fingers delved deep in her orgasm.
Natalie followed shortly after, sensing and feeling her friend's body as she came had a profound effect on her to bring her of instantly. She bucked and writhed at the waves of powerful sensation tore through her body.
It was with a most casual ease that the two women now sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee. Both were fully dressed and fully sexually gratified following their session together. There was an easiness between them, one that had never existed prior to today and both women were appreciative of it and to be able to talk freely about it.
"That!" Natalie said empathetically. "Was the very best – and the most orgasms – I have ever had."
Claire smiled back and set down her coffee cup.
" Glad you liked it. You really were a bitch devouring that big dildo the way that you did. Much more though to come at the manor and with Arabella's servants."
Natalie's eyes widened in interest, she shivered in delight as the thoughts came to her.
"What do it with other men you mean?"
Claire nodded.
"Not just men, but strapping young and fit men with bodies straight from heaven and cocks like small cucumbers. Two or three at a time if you want."
"No!" Natalie squealed in disbelief but her eyes seeking confirmation.
"True I assure you. I had two blokes at once there."
"Two?" Natalie asked looking a little bemused.
"Claire leaned forward across the table and lowered her voice secretively.
"One cock in my mouth and another up my pussy."
Natalie swallowed hard and sipped at her coffee, when she spoke her voice was trembling with excitement but the tone was more serious.
"My turn to visit the manor next week and I must admit I am beginning to feel a little nervous about it."
Claire sat back and crossed her legs.
"Excited too – bitch."
Natalie looked up mischievously.