"I doubt it."
"We'll see." She leaned forward and put her hips to his penis. She put out her tongue and licked delicately at the central vein. He stiffened with pleasure. She raised her birch hand and brought the plastic strips down across his legs. He flinched, although the stroke had not been hard. She opened her mouth and took the knob of his penis between her teeth. She struck again with her birch. He flinched again, with both pleasure and pain. She slid the penis into her mouth, playing with her tongue at the vein.
He began to gasp and moan with delight. The plastic strips continued to lash across his legs, harder now but he found the pain a blissful stimulant.
She lifted her head. "If you come now," she said, "will you be able to come again when we get upstairs?"
"Yes, I think so. After half an hour, anyway."
"Good. Let yourself come then." She put her mouth over the penis again.
When his crisis arrived, thirty seconds later, she began to lash very hard. He strained and stretched, his head bent far back towards the floor. He seized a handful of her hair with both his hands and twisted it around his fingers.
She felt the sperm ejaculate from his penis and spurt towards the back of her mouth. She swallowed slowly, savouring each drop of the bitter-sweet liquid as it travelled over the back of her tongue and down her throat. As he began to finish, and the ejaculations became less violent, she lifted her mouth a little so that she could suck the slit. She sucked strongly until no further sperm was there. Then she raised her head and sat back on her heels. She put the birch down beside the cane.
He lifted his own head and looked at her. "That was marvellous," he said. "Thank you very much indeed."
"Not at all," she smiled. "I enjoyed it myself."
"Didn't you spit out my stuff?"
She shook her head.
"You mean you swallowed it?"
"Yes," she said. "I like swallowing it. I'll do that to you anytime you want it."
He closed his eyes. "What a lot of time we've wasted."
"Yes, haven't we?" She took the cane into her hand and stood up. "And now another six of the best. Turn over again."
"Not now, for God's sake! Wait until I get a bit of sex back."
She held the cane in front of his eyes. "I have this in my hand. And we agreed that whenever I have it in my hand you will obey me in everything I tell you to do. We agreed that, didn't we?"
"Yes," he said reluctantly.
"Turn over then."
"But it'll be murder now. I haven't any sex left in me at all."
"That's why I want to do it. That's where my pure sadism shows itself. I don't mind at all that you get some pleasure when I thrash you. I don't mind because I know that most of it is pain. But from time to time I like to know that it is all pain. No pleasure at all. And that is why I shall always thrash you-and thrash you very hard indeed-immediately after you have come and, as you say, have no sex in you. So, come along. Turn over."
"You are a sadist, aren't you!"
"Yes. And if you want me to be relatively merciful to you now, you'll turn over at once and stop wasting time."
"Oh, all right." He turned over again on to his stomach.
She laid the cane on his legs just below his buttocks. "I'm going to hit you here," she said, beginning to breathe fast. "This first time I'm to give you only six. Other times there will be many more. Tonight I'm going to be relatively merciful.
"It's going to hurt terribly there. It's the tenderest part of the legs."
"Exactly. That's why I'm going to hit you there. They are going to be a very scientific six, too. They will all be one on top of the other. I'm a pretty good shot. I've had a lot of practice." She paused and looked at him. "You mustn't make any noise. Do you think you can control yourself, or shall I gag you?"
"No, I'll be quiet. I don't want the servants running here any more than you do."
She looked about the room. "You'd better have something to bite on." She went to his desk and picked up a round ebony ruler. She brought it to him and put it in his hands. "You'd better bite on that. It may help."
He twisted his head and looked at her admiringly. "You know a great deal, don't you?"
"Yes. And one more thing. If you want us to go on with our new relationship, you must remember that you've promised to obey me. That means, now, that you must not get up until I tell you that you can. The six strokes are going to hurt you so much that you'll want to jump up and stop me. If you do that, I'll walk out of the house tonight." She watched him closely to see how he would take this empty threat. If he called her bluff she would lose the game, because she would never walk out on this job now. "Do you understand?" She put a note of authority into her voice.
'Yes," he said quietly. "I understand. I'll obey you, don't worry."
"Good," she said, with a feeling of relief. "Start biting that ruler now. Here they come."
She half closed her eyes as she took aim. Then her cane flashed down with terrible force. It cut into the soft flesh and drew blood at once.
His impulse, with the dreadful agony, was to jump off the chair and stop her going on. The pain was far too great for anyone to bear. Even if he had had his loins full of sexual urges, he would not have been able to stand it. Now, with his loins drained it was intolerable. At the back of his mind, however' was the memory of her last words. If he disobeyed her it would be the end of everything-just as everything was at its exciting beginning. She seemed to be more of a sadist than he had bargained for, but that had to be accepted. It was certainly worth a great deal to have his own private sadist under his roof, in his employment. He had better bite this ruler and endure the agony.
The cane hit him again as all these thoughts raced through his mind. It hit exactly on the bleeding weal of the first stroke. Blood splashed up into the air and fell on the floor and carpet.
His senses swam. He could not, not, not endure another four of these! He heard her voice and focussed his brain on to what she was saying.
"-what the servants will say when they see all this blood! Damn and damn and damn! Why didn't I bring something to put on the floor? Oh well, next time. I'll finish you off now across your buttocks. You're lucky." She changed her aim and called on all her strength. She delivered the next four strokes very rapidly, being careful not to hit twice in the same place. Blood immediately filled each weal, but it did not splash.
These last four strokes hurt him very much, too. But in comparison with the first two across the lower, fleshy part of his legs, they were almost caresses.
She took a handkerchief out of her pocket and wiped the blood from the cane. "Be careful as you stand up," she said. "You'll make the chair all bloody otherwise."
He stood up gingerly, and looked at her in awe. "What a sadist!"
She smiled at him warmly. "Yes, I am. Are you sorry?"
He shook his head. As always, now that the thrashing was over, and all that was left was the brutal sting of it, he felt an upliftment-almost a regret that it was over. He looked at her standing there, the cane in one hand, a bloody handkerchief in the other, and reflected that he was very lucky. Gone now was the necessity for his trips to London, whenever he felt that he could not live another moment without being beaten by some woman or other. Now he would be beaten by this one, and if the beatings were rather more agonising than he liked he would gladly suffer them. And what a woman this one was! A lovely face, a wonderful figure, and very, very shapely legs. He wondered what she would look like without any clothes on, and suddenly realised that he would know very soon.
"Shall we go up to my bedroom?" he asked.
"Are you virile again already? What a man!"
"No, but I shall be very soon. And I want to see what you look like without your clothes."