Olivia

Olivia

Part Four. An interesting Christmas

Olivia accepts a Christmas invitation

The term passed quickly. Petra and I never found the opportunity to consummate our desires and we were hugely frustrated at that. Such was the design of the school, there was nowhere for us to go in private to enjoy the kind of capers we wanted to get up to. We both received a couple more punishments, but not enough to earn a second caning, from which we had both fully recovered and agreed that it had been quite a tough test, but ultimately one neither of us would shy away from repeating. Equally, with the colder weather, none of us girls wanted to find ourselves attending classes in the nude, or without any of our outer clothes, so it had been a well behaved second half of term by all the students. Miss Kent's system worked!

Two weeks before term ended, I got word from my mum. Unbelievably, she was being called away on a business offer for the whole holiday period. She had been invited to Perth, in Australia, to look into some kind of investment and would be leaving three days after the end of term. We never took Christmas too sentimentally, it held some sad memories for us, that time of year, so that wasn't a big problem. She said I was perfectly old enough to live at home on my own, but if I wanted to stay with a friend, that would be fine too.

Naturally, I was a bit disappointed but when I told Petra my news, she immediately perked up and suggested I go and stay at her home while my mum was away. I didn't need to think about that too hard; it was a great idea.

'We have quite a big house, with three floors and five bedrooms. Mine is on the top floor, along with another spare room, so there will be plenty of space.' She explained.

She called her mother and got the go-ahead, and I called mine who was very happy with the idea.

'I'll collect you at the end of term and bring you home for a couple of days, then take you to Petra's before I leave for the airport.' She planned.

And that's what happened. On our way to Petra's house we stopped and bought some presents for Petra's mum and her partner, including a case of assorted wines and we arrived mid-afternoon. We were invited in and afternoon tea was served as we made our introductions. Petra's mum was called Ann, and insisted I call her that, and her partner was Lesley, shortened to Les, and she was the first to laugh at the irony of that. Having broken the ice, we had a lovely hour chatting about things in common, with Ann saying she had been to Perth once and how lovely a city it was.

'It will be hot and sunny every day and you'll come back with a beautiful suntan to make us all jealous.' She said, and mum agreed, knowing already that the house she was going to stay at had a very secluded swimming pool where she would be able to skinny dip and sunbathe whenever she wanted without being overlooked. She boldly told Ann and Les that, and Les replied that she would love to see her tan when she got back. Mum just smiled and said 'Mmmmm.'

On parting, she reminded me to be the perfect guest, help around the house and generally behave myself. Looking Les straight in the eye she told her that I had promised to be good, but if I misbehaved in any way, Les was welcome to discipline me as she saw fit. I wasn't surprised at this blatant invitation -- mum and I had spoken at length over the past couple of days about this. I told her that Les punished Petra quite often and I was pretty sure I might be in for some myself while I lived under their roof. Mum thought this was fine, if I didn't object. Having heard Petra talking of her most recent spanking, at half term, I didn't object at all. In fact, I was rather hoping for something like that myself. The bruising on my ass had cleared completely after my last visit to Miss Kent's office.

I was shown my room, the one beside Petra as promised. It was spacious, with a large double bed, lots of sunlight coming through the window and even an en-suite bathroom. Between them, Ann and Les obviously had a few shillings, I thought. Nice house! And warm! The English winter didn't penetrate into the house so all the winter clothing I had brought would only be necessary outside. This became more obvious as Petra came into my room to see how I was getting on with my unpacking. She was in a full-length, cotton summer dress, with big buttons all the way up the front.

'Ready to come down?' she asked, but then saw what I was wearing. 'You'll be roasting in that!' she admonished me. And she was right. I quickly changed into a silk blouse and jeans. I decided to leave my bra off, enjoying the stimulation of the silk on my nipples.

'Much better.' She said and we went down to see if we could help with dinner preparations.

'We get everything ready for dinner in good time to enjoy sundowners every evening in the living room.' Ann explained. 'Over sundowners, we discuss the events of the day and our plans for the coming day. Would you like a G&T, Olivia? It's our usual pre-dinner drink, but we have a wide selection if you would prefer something else.'

'G&T would be lovely, Ann. Thank you.' I responded and duly took hold of a long glass filled with the sparkling drink.

'We run a strict house, here, Olivia.' Ann continued. 'I'm sure Petra has told you something of it.'

I looked over at Les and felt myself blushing.

'Yes. She has indeed, Ann. I knew that when I accepted your very kind invitation for me to stay with you over Christmas. I'm sure Petra will try to keep me right, but as we all know, if I disappoint you in any way, my mum has given you permission to discipline me and I agreed to that. Petra has told me that Les punishes her quite regularly but she hasn't mentioned you doing so.' I added.

'No. That's quite right, Olivia. I don't punish her, but I usually watch as Les does. It may, or may not, surprise you to learn that I rather enjoy watching a girl being disciplined, even when it is my own daughter. It gives me quite a thrill. Petra has told me about your Matron at college. I understand she is of a similar type. So, be advised, Olivia, if either Les or I find reason to do so, you will likely find yourself being disciplined by Les, in front of me and Petra. I hope you find that acceptable.'

I suppose I could have called for a taxi to take me back home, but that was the furthest thing from my mind as our conversation drew out of me confessions and agreements that were making my stomach flutter and my breaths short and urgent. These women really knew how to turn a girl on.

'We find the best time for such activities is the afternoon, between lunch and afternoon tea. A little like your sports time at college, I suppose.' Interjected Les. Petra was looking over at me as I continued to blush, she smiling her encouragement and me trying to maintain my composure.

'Here is another thing to consider, Olivia. We perform these rituals because we all enjoy them. Nobody here is forced to participate without their own full approval. Petra has spoken with us about you and we understand this is the case with you too. You even requested a caning from Miss Kent for no reason at all. That is why we invited you here. We would not want to subject an unwilling guest to treatments they are not prepared to accept.'

'Thank you, Les. Ann. I appreciate your frankness very much. I think Petra gave you a pretty accurate description of my thoughts on all this. I agree to place myself under your authority while I am staying here with you, and accept the consequences of breaking any of the rules of your house.' There! I'd said it. I was thrilled at the prospect of the next few weeks and looking forward to spending time with Petra under a less controlled environment than college.

Ann was an attractive woman, an older, more mature version of Petra, with auburn hair and a comfortable looking bosom, trim waist and shapely legs. Les was taller, with a slightly more mannish look to her but also a bit of a looker if I was honest with myself. It turned out she had been a proficient skater in her youth and liked to keep herself fit. No more than early forties was my guess, but she certainly seemed to be the dominant one in her relationship with Ann. I wondered if Ann ever got punished in this house too.

Everybody beamed with pleasure at our understanding and my acquiescence to their wishes. So far, so good. Another round of drinks was poured, enjoyed, and then we sat down for dinner where we opened on of the bottles of wine I had brought for the festivities over Christmas.

'There is the small matter of what happened before half term, Mother.' Petra piped up. 'When I told you about that, Les gave me quite a hard spanking, even when I explained it wasn't my fault.'

'That is true.' said Les. 'What do you have to tell us about that, Olivia?'

Oh, boy. I blushed even more, not knowing how graphic I should be, and not being used to talking like this in front of people I had only just met.

'It wasn't really anyone's fault, although it looked a bit like it.' I started. 'It's just that when we were in the showers together, I noticed Petra didn't have many pubes and I wanted to see more closely. Just as I was doing that, matron walked in and caught us. She thought I was using my mouth on Petra. I wasn't.' I hoped my explanation followed what they thought they knew about that evening.

I looked at my wine glass, and took a swig before continuing. 'Miss Kent gave us twelve lashes with her tawse for that. I'm sorry, Ann. I guess I got your daughter into trouble and she was beaten because of me, even if it was a misunderstanding.' Casting my mind back to the shower room, my nipples hardened under the silk blouse.

It was Les who took up the reins. 'Well. You know that Petra was punished for it again when she came home for half term, don't you? I gave her quite a severe spanking, as you know. I think it would only be fair if you were to receive the same. What do you think? Do you think you deserve to be punished by me, just like Petra was, Olivia?'

Miss Kent's training kicked in and before I could control myself. I jumped up, spread my feet, placed my hands behind my head, making my tits point out and looking straight ahead I spoke out.

'Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress. Please give me the punishment I deserve.'

Les looked at Ann. Ann looked at Les, and then at Petra. Petra looked at Les and then all of them looked at me, eyebrows raised in astonishment. They hadn't expected that!

'Oops! Sorry.' I said, sitting back down, reaching for my drink as my nipples throbbed inside my blouse.

Les smiled across. 'Oh, Olivia, don't be sorry. That was quite unexpected, but very charming. Such obedience learned in just one term. Miss Kent must be congratulated. And to respond to your request, you may report for punishment tomorrow afternoon at two o'clock. Petra will show you how to prepare and where you will receive your punishment.'

Dinner was delicious, and the conversation never returned to matters of a disciplinarian nature. Politics, investments, sports, and of course questions on what we were learning at college. We all went to our respective rooms around ten thirty.

'A quick shower, and then I'm coming to see you.' Petra told me.

Ten minutes later, she arrived in my room fresh and clean, like me. I was still wrapped in my towel but she had what might be described as a baby doll nightie on. Midnight blue silk and very sexy. She walked straight up to me and took me in her arms, our lips meeting for a longing kiss. She sat on the bed and admired me as I looked out my winter flannel nightie.

'You won't be needing that, honey!' she told me. 'First of all, it's too hot, and second, I haven't got the patience to take it back off you. I want to see you naked, now!'

I did a little twirl, taking hold of the corners holding my towel up and slowly opened it up, turning away from her as I did so. I wiggled my ass at her and wrapped the towel around me as I turned back to face her. Then, slowly opening it up, the right hand at full extent as my left kept my body concealed, and then opening up the left side to display my naked body to the girl I was about to jump into bed with. My nipples were aching with the need for her lips and my pussy throbbing in anticipation of the night to come. We didn't sleep till well after midnight, clinging to each other, naked, exhausted and deeply content.

Petra helped me to shave my pussy in the morning. A complete Brazilian without the wax. My bald pussy was anointed with balm and pulsed nicely throughout breakfast. Les and Ann busied themselves with whatever their morning consisted of and I became more and more conscious of my own building excitement over my post-lunch promise. Little did I expect the surprise in the basement of the house.

Petra advised me to wear no undies in the morning, and after lunch she took me upstairs to dress me in a full-length diaphanous white cotton dress, with buttons running all the way up the front from ankles to neck. Below it, I was naked which was perfectly obvious through the thin material of my dress.

'There's no way Les will allow you to be beaten with any clothes on, Livvy.' she told me. 'I have to strip naked in my own room before I report to her in the Punishment Chamber. Then I have to walk down three floors, naked, knowing that I am going to be disciplined by her. It's all part of her psychological domination over me, and I love it, but I think you should at least begin your submission to her clothed.'

'I guess you're right, Pet. I agree. You never know. She might let me off with a mild spanking through this dress.' I suggested, which brought forth a loud guffaw of mirth from Petra closely followed by my own nervous cackle. Why was I nervous, I asked myself? The unknown, was the answer.

Petra led the way down the stairs, me barefoot, clad only in this single item of clothing to preserve my modesty, wondering how soon I would have to remove it. A door in the hallway which I had barely noticed opened onto a stairway to the cellars of the house. These were not as well heated as the rest of the house and I felt the chill air tighten my skin all over. Carpets saved my feet from the cold floor and we silently approached a door at the end of a short corridor which Petra indicated I should knock on.

A voice from within called out. 'Who is there, and why do you knock?'

Petra did the speaking. 'It is Petra. I bring to you a guest who requests discipline.'

'Enter, Petra, and bring this guest with you.' came the stern voice. I was beginning to feel even more nervous, but also a growing excitement at the theatre of it all. I felt like a serf from the old days being brought to the master for punishment -- and I guess that is exactly what was happening. I had no real control here, although, to be fair, I could just say no and walk away from it all. However, that was not at all my intention. I was having fun.

We entered the room. It had a surprisingly high ceiling, around twice my height and was rather similarly laid out to the room Miss Kent had caned me in. There were various items of furniture, shelves with an array of toys and paraphernalia, a beam descending from the ceiling on chains and on the wall opposite a Saint Andrew's cross. Mirrors reflected all these images. I gasped in wonder. A private punishment chamber -- in the house I was going to stay in for the next two weeks!

As my eyes focused, and adjusted to the dimmer light, I took in the image of a person attached to the cross on the wall. Clearly a woman, although much of her head was concealed by a large black leather eye mask and her mouth was open, containing a big black rubber ball, held in place with straps around the back of her head. I could not see much of her face, nor her hair but beside her was a chair with the neatly folded clothing Ann had been wearing at lunch. No clever guesses needed to work out who this naked, bound woman was, then. She was held in place with leather straps, restraining her in the position of the cross, and other than the adornments on her head, she was completely naked. Her arms spread wide at a ten-to-two angle, with straps at wrist, elbow and upper arm. Another strap held her around her waist at the centre of the X, and her ankles, below her knees and upper thighs were also bound in buckled leather straps. Her breasts were bare, large yet firm and blessed with rich, dark nipples the size of cherries. Her pussy was bald, swollen and red, with stripe marks, as if had been whipped recently.

I gazed at her for a long moment, taking in the unusual sight, hoping it would be imprinted forever as one of the most erotic scenes I had ever seen.

'You may touch her.' An instruction from behind. I had almost forgotten what I was doing in this place, and Les's voice brought me back to the moment. I turned and saw another vision I had not expected. Les was dressed in a smart business suit -- grey striped knee-length skirt and a crisp white shirt, high heels and a confident smile on her face. With her hair drawn back she looked as if she meant business too.

'Touch your hostess, Olivia. She wants you to. She can't say so, of course, but I'm sure she would agree if she could. Naturally, although you cannot see this, her ears are also plugged, like her mouth, so she cannot hear what we are saying. She cannot speak, see or hear, but she aches for your caress. Where will you touch her first, Olivia?' crowed Les.

'I'm not sure I should.' I said, looking to Petra for guidance.

Petra smiled encouragingly. 'Go on, Olivia. I can see you want to. She's an older version of me after all, and you certainly knew where to touch me last night. Touch her, or you will be punished.'

Well, that put a new perspective on everything. Petra is now threatening me with punishment? Actually, now that I think on it, it was she who raised the idea last night, causing me to have made that confession and to have leapt into the punishment position as soon as Les had challenged me. Am I the victim of some cunning conspiracy here, I wondered? And if I am, is that so bad? I realized Petra was taking the dominant role in our relationship and I had been going along with it quite happily so far. Do I want that to change? No, not really. I have much to learn, and clearly Petra has a lot more experience than I do. For a start, she didn't bat an eyelid when she saw her mother naked on the cross. I guess this isn't a first for her like it is for me.

I had delayed too long. Petra pouted and Les stepped toward me, taking my left hand and led me to stand before the woman on the cross.

'Touch her. Caress her. Make her feel good, Olivia.'

My hand extended and reached out to run my fingers across Ann's stomach. She breathed in deeply and gave a small moan. I became braver and stroked my fingertips all around the front of this naked woman, but not going too close to her breasts or her nether regions. She reacted with a will, writhing as much as she could move, trying to thrust her tits forward, alternating with her pussy which clearly sought the attention of my fingers.

I lifted both hands and took her boobs in each, squeezing gently then rubbing my thumbs over her nipples. A gurgle from behind the gag and the rapid hardening of these lovely cherries told me she did indeed want my caresses. Her breathing quickened as I took her nipples between thumb and forefinger and squeezed them, rolled them and released them. I withdrew.

'She liked that, I believe.' Said Les, who was obviously more in charge of events than Petra. But I can see she is in a state of need of a different kind now. I think she would like to see you in similar attire to herself, Olivia. You may remove her mask.'

I reached up and lifted the elasticated band that held the mask in place. The mask itself large, with soft padded leather over the eyes to ensure no cheating and no light whatever could get in. From her world of darkness, Ann's eyes began to focus and adjust to the light once again. Along with the blindfold, the ear plugs were removed, thus returning two of Ann's senses to her.