A blinding explosion of pain flashed in Claire's head, the cane had landed with full force on her backside. A deep and cutting pain such that she had never before experienced. She heard Natalie gagging as she too received her lash. The burning pain was acute, nothing sexual just raw and penetrating agony.
They steeled themselves as two more men started their run, Claire closed her eyes and gritted her teeth in expectation, her hands gripping hard around her ankles.
A loud roar of approval went up from the crowd at the sickening thwack of bamboo on flesh. The game continued and all the girls could do was to look down at the small puddles that their tears had made on the polished floor.
Six more runs were made before Natalie dropped forward onto her hands and knees; her head back and spine arched, she screamed and came; shuddering her body to wring every last drop of her orgasm from her body. Claire followed suit, dropping to her knees and faking the best and most realistic orgasm she could through her pain.
"The horny little sluts have been deprived," Arabella announced in explanation to the disgruntled crowd. "Otherwise they would have lasted longer."
Both girls retired to the back of the room, humiliated by the sniggering crowd of guests as they hobbled painfully to the rear of the hall.
"If I'd realised they were waiting for us to come I'd have faked it sooner," Claire said through her sobs.
Natalie nodded.
"It took me a while to realise – too bloody long actually."
They watched as two servants were given the same treatment by lady guests to the noisy roar of the watching audience. Claire closed her eyes and shuddered at each sound of the cane landing, that sound would remain in her mind, she felt, forever.
The entertainment continued, one or two men beat their partners before the baying crowd; one even fucked his afterwards to the shouted encouragement of the onlookers. Two women did a lesbian show that interested the girls far more than the caning before once again Arabella called the revelers to order.
"Ladies and gentlemen," she announced formally in her polished accent. "One round more of champagne will be served on the terrace and then I ask you to all make your way to the copse at the front of the house. Please all be there by nine-thirty when the main event of the evening will begin."
A low muttering swept through the guests, gasps of excitement, mystic and anticipation rippled amongst them.
"Any clues?" One voice shouted to Arabella.
In her element, Arabella stepped theatrically off the rostrum, with little Amey following behind. She strode down the hall between the guests and halted in the centre.
"No clues whatsoever," she responded beaming her delight at the many onlookers. "But I will say it will be – different."
A loud round of applause accompanied Madam's exit from the hall.
From the terrace in the fading light and rapidly advancing darkness lights could be seen. Two long rows of patio lights twinkled on the grass to form an illuminated pathway that led all the way to the copse. In the trees in the distance floodlights could be seen giving a ghostly hue to the thick canopy of trees. This all added to the excited chatter as the guests offered suggestion after suggestion as to what the main event could be.
"One thing is certain," a woman guest said loudly. "Arabella can always be relied upon to provide the best and varied entertainment."
"Agreed!" A man stated firmly. "I just wish she would let me at that tiny slut of hers."
As if prompted, Arabella moved close, Amey stood dutifully by her side.
"My little slave appeals to you then Ronald?" She asked smiling proudly. "The little slut has a body that is a delight to bed down with."
The man stood in his dark Victorian gentleman's outfit, his cock jutting stiffly out of the opening in the front in erection.
"I could have her suck you," Arabella teased.
The man smiled broadly and his cock twitched in excitement.
"Prefer to fuck the little bitch. The size of my cock would make the little slut wail that's for sure."
To Claire, standing close by, the word 'fucking' seemed alien to Madam's polished and upper-class accent. The meaning was certainly the same but in a way it seemed more sensual and horny, more emphatic and out of character.
She watched as Amey squatted, her knees parted wide and her downy covered pussy on view to all. Her tiny little hand grasped the man's cock gently and she moved her head close to the tip of his cock. Amey's sweet little fingers with the red-painted nails circled around the huge shaft and her glossy red lips moved closer still.
"God!" The man gasped in pleasure. "She has the touch of an angel."
Her little pink tongue lapped at the velvety glans, circling lovingly all around and under the great bulbous head. It flicked and teased, stabbing momentarily into the little slit at the tip to draw great sighs of delight from the man. Her tongue tensed, the very tip drilling down hard into the eye-hole of his cock.
The man's body locked rigid, his head slunk back and his eyes closed. He groaned loudly as time after time the little tongue pressed in.
"Sweet little bitch isn't she," Arabella observed casually. "You should see her in full school uniform."
He came instantly, his thick seed squirting out over Amey's red lips to coat her nose and chin then to drip down onto her naked breasts.
Claire squeezed her thighs tightly together as she watched, it put pressure on her throbbing clitoris to send shards of exquisite pleasure rushing through her. That was what she needed so very desperately, a cock. To hold and to suck, to have up inside her but the bitch Madam would not allow it. Such an erotic sight it had been, the act of her friend teasing and pleasing then accepting the sperm so readily was so very exciting.
Another man pushed his way through and stood before Amey offering his cock to her willing mouth. As he was being sucked Arabella sidled slowly over to Claire.
"Is your backside still warm?" She asked brightly.
Claire watched the repeating scene before her and didn't avert her eyes as she replied.
"Agony, it is burning like hell and I doubt that I will sit down for a week."
Arabella's wise voice came to the fore, low and knowing in its tone and words.
"It tunes the senses though doesn't it. Heightens the excitement and increases that burning need in your sweet pussy. Anticipation and the waiting, two very strong elements of the emotions that bring you close and leave you to hover there wanting so desperately."
Claire realised at that moment that Madam was right. Her need was greater than it had ever been, a dull throbbing ache that gnawed away at her insides. A tingling excitement mixed with gripping little ripples of extreme sensation that was accentuated by her pain. A glow filled her body as never before, she felt in control and yet so helpless in her need, a conflict of emotions that simply raised her level of arousal to its highest pitch. She could only nod in agreement and drew breath as Amey's cute little face received jet after jet of warm sperm spraying over it.
In the centre of the copse a large area of the clearing had been roped off in a square. Rough wooden benches had been placed around and the whole area was illuminated as daylight by the powerful floodlights. Trestle tables were strategically placed and loaded with drink and food, bundles of canes and riding crops hung from the surrounding trees for any guest that might care to use them.
It was a slightly eerie atmosphere that existed in the copse, the chill of the night air and the location, the shadow casting lights and the sheer naughtiness of the situation. The guests and sensed it as they began to arrive and settle themselves around the central arena. Usually brash individuals were more passive, the usually more reserved of the guests sat silently awaiting the show to begin.