"You may not like it when I start. It will hurt quite a lot."
"I know."
"And you want it to hurt, do you?"
Erika nodded. "Yes, I want it to hurt."
"So there's no need to gag you. You won't cry out?"
"I'll try not to."
"I'll have to stop if you do. I don't really think we should use even this tubing on you here in the hotel, but let's give it a try. It may not make much of a noise." She looked round her, and pulled an upright chair into the centre of the floor. She sat down on it. "Come then. Lie down over my knees."
Erika felt that she was in danger of fainting from excitement as she lay down over the lap of her beautiful employer.
Marlene picked up the hem of the raincoat and pulled it clear of her bottom. She ran her hand lightly over the skin. "What a lovely little backside you have," she said, and brought the length of rubber tubing down hard across the buttocks. They gave a shudder, as though they had a life of their own. She struck again with the rubber tube.
Erika gave a gasp with each stroke but made no other sound. The pain was greater than she had expected. She put a knuckle to her mouth and pressed it against her teeth.
Marlene struck her eight more times. "That's enough for the first time. You should see you bottom. It looks as though it's got scarlet fever."
Erika clambered to her feet and went to a full-length mirror on the wall. She lifted up her raincoat and turned her back to the mirror. She twisted her head to look over her shoulder. "You're right," she said. "It's as red as a beetroot."
"It's never been whipped before," said Marlene. "That's why. But one of these days I'll whip you with something else. Something more fitting."
"A whip?"
"Yes. And a cat-o'-nine-tails. You said yourself a little while ago that a cat-o'-nine-tails would be quite light."
Erika looked at her adoringly. "Oh yes, please do."
"You little masochist! Didn't I hurt you at all just now?"
"My goodness, yes! You hurt terribly. I wanted you to stop as soon as you began. But now it's over"-she blushed shyly-"I want it to happen again."
"It will, don't you worry. Lie down on the bed now, though. Let's make love."
"How are we going to do it? Would you like me to kiss you-I mean, down there?" Erika lay down on the bed. "I've never done this before with a woman. I don't know how to start."
Marlene lay down on the bed beside her, but with her head at the opposite end. "We'll kiss each other-down there. We'll have a little soixante-neuf."
"Soixante-neuf! So that's what it means. I've often wondered."
Marlene turned over on to her side and pulled the folds of her cape away from her. She lifted the front of Erika's raincoat and bared the front of the girl's legs. She hutched herself along the bed until her mouth was on a level with the waiting vagina. "Just do whatever I do," she said, and jabbed lightly at the vagina with her tongue.
Erika stiffened at the touch, as though she had received an electric shock. She put out her own tongue and licked at Marlene's vagina.
Marlene stiffened in her turn. This is very nice, she thought. I have a very efficient secretary who is a nice little masochistic lesbian as well as a capable sadistic assistant. Things have turned out rather well.
She rounded her tongue and thrust it into the vagina passage. She reached up with her hands and took the two breasts in her grasp. With a feeling of bliss she felt Erika's tongue being pushed into her own passage, and Erika's hands feeling for her own breasts.
3
At about the same time, Hugh Lyveson was lying on his own bed, considering his tortures of two or three hours ago. He lay on his back, with a pillow under the small of his back to raise his scalded bottom as much as possible from the bed and so ease the pain that came from contact with the bedclothes. He was naked, and his legs were wide open. The windows of his bedroom were also wide open, in order that the cool air might play around his scalded genitals and bring them some measure of relief.
In spite of his discomfort he felt very excited. He was, in fact, in a state of elation. He had virtually forgotten the agony of the minutes in the bath under the scalding spray, and the pain of the stiletto heels piercing his chest, his stomach, and his testicle-bag. What he remembered now was the awesome ritual of the whole thing, the horrifying yet flaming excitement of his having been so thoroughly subjugated by two lovely girls.
He put his hands to his penis, bright red and very stiff. Lightly he ran them over the inflamed skin, and revelled in the pain of his touch. He would have to put this inflamed penis into one, or both, of their vaginas within the next few hours, and he knew that it would hurt him very much. He also knew that he would relish the hurt.
It occurred to him suddenly that, since there were now two of them, one would certainly be whipping him while he pushed his penis into the other. And his bottom was equally inflamed… He would probably faint with the pain.
The thought of fainting under the pain transported him momentarily into a condition of sexual delirium. He felt his juices gathering and mounting. He ran a finger lightly up and down the central vein of his penis, the rest of his body relaxed and inert. As his juices spilled out of his penis, over his fingers, only his mind was active. He was picturing vividly the two girls. They were standing above him, whips flailing in their arms. They were flogging his scalded genitals.
4
The two girls sat on the terrace of Fouquet's, watching the phalanx of traffic that moved at an alarming speed up and down the Champs Elysees, and the crowd of sauntering Parisians, pseudo-Parisians and foreigners that moved backwards and forwards in front of them.
"I like Paris," said Erika.
"Have you been here before?" asked Marlene.
"No, this is my first sight of it."
"Do you like it for itself, or because Hugh Lyveson is here, waiting for us to go and whip him?"
Erika laughed. "He makes Paris even more pleasant, I must admit. But I like it for itself. It's so alive."
A very pretty, and extremely well-dressed, prostitute passed in front of them for the third time.
Erika said: "Do you think she goes in for whipping, too?"
"I should think so," said Marlene. "She must, if she's good at her job."
"Not with Frenchmen, though?"
"I should doubt it. With foreigners, mainly. I should think the English are her best customers for that sort of thing."
"It's a pity that they don't know they could come to us."
Marlene smiled. "It is. I mean, it's a pity for them. They pay quite a lot of money, and they take a chance on whether the girl is really a sadist or not. If she's an honest businesswoman-and a good actress as well-she probably makes them think that she is, but they can never be sure."
"As they could be with us," said Erika forcefully.
Marlene looked at her with amusement. "What's happened to you so suddenly? Up to last night, you didn't even know that you had any sadism in you."
"Oh, I did! I told you how I've always wanted to whip men who've made love to me."
"But you never did anything about it."
Erika nodded her head seriously. "That's true. I needed you, Marlene-to show me the way."
"It's a pity I didn't show it to you before," said Marlene. "However, we can make up for lost time. Kiel, tomorrow night. Did you telephone the air-company?"
"Oh yes," said Erika, reverting suddenly to her capacity as the efficient secretary. "We're booked on the flight number 220. We leave Paris at 4.30, take off at 5.30, and we're in Kiel a little before 7 o'clock."
"We must telephone Per Petersen then, before we leave. We'll tell him to expect us about seven-thirty."