Ten minutes later I was ready for Melanie. She walked out of the bedroom naked, proud and defiant. I also noticed a shaved pussy; with I thought a hint of moisture on her pussy lips. I might be able to make that work against her. God I thought do I want to apply leather to this girl's arse and mark it? Yes I did! I figured if I wasn't strong enough to carry this through I could forget about Victoria. Stir in the fact Melanie was a thieving little bitch and this made it feel like the correct way to deal with her. Frankie was behind her with an armful of gear. They arrived at the desk and Frankie placed the stuff she carried on the floor, straightened up and said to Melanie, "Right. Over it. You know how".
Melanie did know how. In a couple of minutes she was bent across the desk her bottom pointing skywards. Frankie moved in front of her and began fastening her wrists to the desk pedestals. Melanie was obviously expecting this as she did not struggle or complain but when Frankie moved around behind her to secure her legs Melanie started kicking and calling Frankie names. I closed in, leaning against one leg thus giving Frankie freedom to secure the first leg (without getting her head kicked in), which she did none to gently. I stepped away and Frankie set about securing the second leg. When Frankie pulled the last strap tight Melanie's legs were spread. Wide. I should know I had a perfect view. I was satisfied the only way Melanie was going anywhere was if the desk went too.
As Frankie stepped back and stood beside me I softly said, "Bring in the other two but keep Cheryl quiet and out of Melanie's sight." While Frankie was doing as I asked, and Melanie was still mouthing off, I turned to the 'stuff' Frankie had placed on the floor. It was interesting; I could only imagine how some of it was used. No matter I found what I was looking for easily enough and as Frankie, Victoria and Cheryl placed themselves behind me I picked up the leather paddle and put it on the desk, a small, slim vibrator about three inches long, cone shaped from about finger thickness to around an inch diameter with a shallow broad groove around the thick end flaring out to a wide flat base. I figured this was a butt plug, if it wasn't that what it was going to get used for, I slipped it in my pocket, and then a riding crop, which I slashed down, hard!
Swish! Thwack!
on the desktop.
This action had the effect of silencing Melanie who until this moment had not stopped discussing Frankie's parentage and sexual peculiarities with no one but the wall in front of her (well she may have been trying to discuss it with us but we were not discussing back) since the moment she had been tied up. I allowed the crop to slip out of my hand and lay on the desk. Melanie twisted her head to look at it; her face framed by the glossy red hair paled. She undoubtedly looked beautiful and vulnerable but I did not see it. I was to eaten up with my need to make Victoria mine.
After a couple of seconds I moved around the desk to stand in front of her. Melanie's eyes followed me; she craned her neck to look up at me as I arrived in front of her. She looked pale, worried and I think a little frightened having seen the crop. I stretched out my hand and grasped a handful of hair, forcing her head up a little more. (I didn't have to I just did.) I spoke to her for the first time that night, "Hello thieving bitch, I am here to discipline you and this is how it works. You are going to be obedient and co-operative and we get to go home early. If you decide to be something different we start again, at the beginning, as many times as need be." I let go of her hair. She managed to get her head under control before it hit the desk.
I stepped back and looked directly at Victoria, she was worth looking at. Ragged breathing, engorged nipples and almost instantly I looked she blushed and cast her eyes down. I wanted her so badly it hurt. My mouth was dry, my chest constricted, my gut, oh my gut was like someone had shoved a vacuum cleaner up my arse and sucked out my guts. Add to that a prick like a steel bar trying to push through the waistband of my jeans. I was hurting. I just wanted to drown in that girl's body. I would do just that eventually I promised myself.
I looked at Cheryl, I could see what Victoria meant about the basque, and it barely covered Cheryl. Big-breasted 38c, 24inch waist, 38inch hip, hourglass perfection. By far the best figured girl in the room. Sexy, desirable the adjectives could go on and on. (But compared to Victoria she left me cold.) The basque nowhere near covered her breasts and it rode up high on her hips exposing a completely denuded and very wet pussy. The tops of both thighs were glistening with moisture; it was however her breasts that took the biscuit. Very firm, pear shaped and needing no support, they just poked out defying gravity. A clear, creamy coloured skin swept down the slopes of Cheryl's breasts and met the dark chocolate coloured skin of very large aureoles crowned with large protruding and crinkled nipples. Very nice. Cigar butts stubbed out on digestive biscuits.
Frankie standing on Cheryls other side seemingly unaffected by all the sexual tension building up all around her and was I guess the only one in the room who wasn't in some way aroused. Not for the first time since I had known her I wondered what made Frankie tick.
CHAPTER THREE
Obedience and co-operation
I looked down again at the thieving bitch strapped to the desk. She was still looking up at me. "We begin," I said. "Remember obedience and co-operation."
Stretching out my left hand I plucked the paddle from the desk. As Melanie realised it was not the crop I had chosen I could almost taste the relief surging through her body. I smiled; I didn't need a crop to punish Melanie. If she so jealously guarded Cheryl from girls what lengths would she go to guard against men? How would she feel when she couldn't? Not good I hoped. Add to that, her lover would be chosen and she would be rejected.
I moved around the desk to take up a position behind her where I could begin to administer the punishment. Being left-handed I moved clockwise around the desk, leaving my left hand clear with room to swing out and away from the Melanie. I arrived directly behind her and placed my right hand on her bottom. As expected on my touch she clenched her bottom. Good! The firmer her bottom was the more the paddle would sting. Melanie's bottom was behaving perfectly, as my hand roamed over it she was clenching tighter and tighter. I ran my finger up the join of her arse cheeks feeling her tense up even more. I was about two thirds of the way up towards her back when I bought the paddle in, forcefully, in a low trajectory.
The paddle made a satisfying
THWAP!
sort of noise, followed by an almost seamless yell of "
YAAAAGH!
" from Melanie as she surged upwards and away from me against the straps.
I was pleased on three counts Melanie could not move her body any more than a couple of inches against the straps, secondly the desk had not moved. Really not surprising, it was heavy. Thirdly and most importantly to me, Melanie making a noise was going to let me discover just how wet Victoria's knickers were.
Melanie was struggling against the straps, getting nowhere, but almost immediately she chopped that single yell off and began hurling insults at me. Until this moment in time Melanie had not spoken to me or acknowledged me in any way. I was not impressed with what I heard. Girls should not have the sort of vocabulary that makes Dockers blush. I gave her several seconds to get into full flow.
THWAP!
In exactly the same place, again the cut off cry, again the surging against the straps but this time the insults were at a tad higher volume and she kept up the struggle against the straps a little longer. I still had much to do to gain obedience and co-operation from Melanie.
CHAPTER FOUR
A question is answered to my satisfaction
I placed the paddle on Melanies back and turned so I could see the girls behind me, snapped the fingers of my left hand and said, "Victoria your panties."
I kept my arm outstretched. I could see all three girls. Frankie, shaking with silent laughter and looking at Victoria. Cheryl in a world of her own even wetter than when she first came into the room. I found this puzzling. I figured Melanie had been working on her as we arrived. Boy I did not know the half of it or to what extent I was contributing to her arousing. And Victoria who I already thought of as my Victoria. Her slate grey eyes were wide open. Her pale skin was blushing a deeper and deeper red. She was trembling. I snapped my fingers again. Slowly almost as if in a dream her hands reached under her short skirt and drew down a pair of peach coloured tanga briefs. They pooled around her ankles, she stepped out of them, stooped and picked them up. I stood unmoving my arm still stretched, Victoria was forced to walk the two paces to me.
I dropped my arm making her move even closer. She was looking at the floor; I put my right hand under her chin, raising it, forcing her to look at me. Only then did my left hand take her panties. They
were
soaking wet, I smiled at her and raised them to my nose and breathed in. Fresh girl juice, just one of life's amazing smells. I said to Victoria, "Later girl. Later." The breath caught in her throat and turning she stumbled unseeingly back towards Frankie. Frankie was in her usual flip mode and clapping silently yet apparently un-aroused. I wondered yet again what made her tick.
