"Every half an hour he receives two buckets of cold water and six lashes of the cane," Arabella explained. "He has been here all night and the other servants have taken turns throughout the night to ensure that sleep has not come to him."
Claire was impressed. The man's body was crisscrossed with reddened welts, his hair sodden and stuck to his head. It pleased her to see his pleading eyes looking mournfully up at her.
Arabella moved close, she opened her tight blouse to exposed her little bra and her tight cleavage. Her hand gripped the hair at the back of his head and pulled his face down onto her soft breasts.
"Just get him a little excited," she explained. "It adds to the strain on his cock – and his discomfort of course."
The servant groaned aloud as his cock began to harden against the heavy weights.
"After tea," Madam stated loudly. "You will receive your punishment."
She stepped back and slapped his face twice before taking Claire's arm and guiding her back to the terrace.
"The attack on him by Natalie cannot go unpunished. I must make an example of her, you know that don't you?"
Claire hesitated as they walked up the steps.
"Yes, Madam," she said uncertainly. "You are right."
Claire poured the tea whilst Arabella stripped off her panties, she sat with her knees part wide and pushed her hips forward to the edge of the seat. At a wave of her hand a servant removed Natalie's gag, lifted her and placed her kneeling and still bound between Arabella's thighs.
"Lick me well slut for the degree of severity of your punishment depends on it."
Madam accepted the cup and saucer from Claire and moaned contentedly as Natalie's mouth made contact with her shaven pussy lips.
It had been Claire's suggestion but Natalie had loved the idea and had agreed immediately. Unused to wielding the crop or cane Natalie had refused a substitute saying that she would 'learn quickly.'
All were gathered on the front lawn, the servants in a formal line standing rigidly to attention but their cocks showing less enthusiasm. Madam was seated in her throne chair, totally naked save for the heavy gold bracelets and the velvet choker around her throat. Claire was standing dutifully to the side of Madam in just her boots and makeup, the light breeze teasing her nipples to hardness. Natalie, was in boots also, long and tight they came up over her knees to end mid-way up her slender thighs. She had chosen to wear a tight little Lycra skirt that stopped just short of her crotch and above her waist a tight uplift bra in black.
The servant to be punished was already in place, tied securely to the framework and looking not a little fearful. A low horizontal rail at about three feet off the ground was supported on two thick uprights, he was bent forwards over this with his ankles bound securely to the upright posts. His arms were extended out in front of him, pulled forward by the thick ropes around his wrists and stretched to the thick post ahead of him.
The position was perfect Natalie felt, bent as he was, with legs spread wide, his buttocks were presented high and out. She screamed aloud as she laid the first lash of the cane on him, a savage and meaningful blow delivered with all the force she could muster. It sent a shock-wave of raw delight rushing through her to push her wild excitement higher still.
"Vengeful little bitch isn't she?" Arabella commented easily to Claire as she watched the proceedings.
Seven more harsh lashes Natalie flailed him with, beating his buttocks with a burning anger. She paused only to get her breath and to allow her level of excitement to lessen a little before laying stripe after stripe across his back. So hard did she beat him that the cane snapped in two. Natalie ignored his desperate screams for mercy and used the crop as a replacement.
"Bastard!" She screamed excitedly as she thrashed the backs of his thighs. "You utter bastard."
At length she stopped, panting hard from her exertions. Her expression was set and serious as she paced confidently up and down the line of watching servants.
"Anyone," she announced loudly. "That should consider defiling my backside in the future will know what to expect."
No one answered, their fearful eyes looked straight ahead of them, avoiding making contact lest she should direct her boiling anger at them.
"I like her," Arabella said firmly. "She's a natural commander."
Natalie turned, placed her left hand on the small of the servants back to steady herself and positioned the huge black dildo at the entrance of his anus. A rippling murmur ran down the line of servants at the sight of her poised so.
The servant screamed as the dildo pushed in, the great bulbous head forcing his tight ring of muscles easily apart.
"Now you know how it feels," Natalie yelled excitedly. She reveled in his discomfort and forced the whole length up his backside. Natalie straightened her body, her hand still holding the handgrip of the dildo, she began a hard thrusting up inside him.
His body shook with the force that she slammed into him with, his head shook rapidly in a wild denial that this could be happening to him. He wailed and sobbed at the brutalizing of his little tunnel continued.
On and on she pounded into him, her whole body braced so as to gain purchase. She violated him with a fury that made even Claire winch at the sight.
"Enough!" Arabella shouted aloud. "Enough! The punishment is now over."
Natalie slowed, took a deep breath to calm herself a little and stepped back away from him. She turned and walked to stand before Arabella, her nostrils flaring, her eyes wide and flashing anger and excitement.
Arabella's hand was between her own thighs, her fingers stroking over the puffy lips of her labia. Her face was flushed in excitement and her nipples hard, she was trembling with deep arousal.
"Go to my bedroom and wait for me there," she said, her voice quavering as she spoke the words.
Claire had never seen Madam so excited, she felt a pang of jealousy and envy at what the two of them would get up to. She hoped against hope that she wouldn't now fall out of favour with Arabella now that Natalie was on the scene.
Little Amey stood at the top of the stairs pointing up in explanation to the decorator. She throbbed with excitement, her short skirt pulled up with her body as she stretched out her arm, her panties fully on show to man below her. She had rehearsed for his visit, posing and finding the best positions before he had arrived.
He was older, much, much older and not at all sexually attractive to her but he could provide good entertainment. He could give that thrill, the pumping heady thrill of showing herself, he would lust and want and that in itself excited her.
The man as sweating, his face flushed and his pencil poised uselessly over his notepad. From six steps down below her he could see right up her skirt, her firm little mound and her tight swelling buttocks. He was hard for her, his cock erect and pressing painfully against the inside of his trousers. The little bitch was fully aware of what she was doing to him and seemed to delight in it. She needed a damned good fucking and he could think of little else as he viewed the flesh of her upper thighs. In the bedroom it continued, she bent and stooped, squatting and reaching to further her teasing of him. In front of the low dressing table mirror she bent, fully aware of his stare into the reflection of the mirror that gave a back view up her skirt.
She stood deliberately silent for a few moments, feigning embarrassment and using a squeaky little voice filled with naive intonation.
"Oh dear, you must have been able to seen my knickers."
He croaked, his response stalled as he cleared his throat. Before he could reply Amey spoke again, this time in a low and sensual tone that jolted his cock in excitement.