TRIO PART FOUR.
Marie.
I sat next to Miss Agnes and chatted while we waited for dinner to arrive. She had the knack of asking very probing questions, some of which made me blush. She asked all about my sex life, or lack of it, and I tried to answer her honestly. It was a relief when Sherri finally appeared with two plates of food. The apron had gone, and she was now totally naked. It wasn't something I hadn't seen before but that was only ever in the confines of the office toilet. In the bright room with the sun streaming through the window she looked lovely. She left and returned with another plate of food and was told to sit opposite me.
The food was amazing! I haven't eaten as well ever before. It was only made slightly bizarre that a naked woman sat opposite me. At the end of the meal, after an equally gorgeous dessert, my prayers were answered. We were invited back into the next room. I had no idea what would happen in there, but I was suddenly eager to embrace anything on offer.
I followed Miss Agnes in and a while later Sherri joined us. I was asked to fix Sherri to the cross and my heart leapt, as I eagerly complied. I took Sherri by the hand and led her over. Miss Agnes had requested she be strapped in facing the wall and exposing her back, so I turned her that way and told her to put her arms up. I tried to sound as harsh as I could, trying to be commanding in my tone. I don't think I sounded very convincing, but Sherri obediently lifted her arms.
I worked out the leather cuffs quickly enough, but the rope and pulley arrangement had me fooled for a while until I realised that pulling on the rope stretched her arms out tight and a cleat on the side of the cross could secure the rope. Pleased with myself I knelt down to fix her ankles. She seemed reluctant to move her feet, but I decided to show her I was in charge, at least of this part of proceedings. I smacked her firmly on her bottom and tugged at her ankle. This time she let her foot be dragged to the side. I glanced over, hoping that my smack hadn't displeased Miss Agnes and saw her standing there smiling her approval. I wrapped the cuff round Sherri's ankle and fastened it. I moved across to the other side giving her another smack as I did so to remind her to behave. When I fixed the other ankle, I realised that spreading her stance had stretched her even tighter and she was trying to stand on tip-toe to relieve the pressure.
Miss Agnes walked over with a couple of floggers and inspected my handiwork. She passed a hand over Sherri's bottom where two faint pink handprints could already be seen.
"Well done, Marie," she said, "remember she is here to do as she's told, and she may need reminding of that from time to time. You did just the right thing."
I stepped back to give her space and she placed the two floggers on a small table. She was still holding what looked like a black leather dog collar. She reached up and placed it round Sherri's neck and fastened it with a tiny padlock.
"I don't allow her to wear this outside as people might not understand its significance. I usually make her wear it at home, but I took it off before you came as I wasn't yet sure about you. I'm sure you've seen them on your internet travels."
"Yes, I have, Miss Agnes," I replied, "they show ownership?"
"Almost but not quite. I'm not sure there is an exact word for it so 'ownership' is usually used, and it will do for now. It shows that she will do as I tell her. She will also obey anyone I nominate if I choose to do so. This weekend that means you are included. But be careful not to abuse that authority."
She looked at me sternly and I promised I wouldn't but felt elated that she had placed me in that elevated position.
"And for the remainder of your time here, Agnes will do nicely. You can drop the Miss."
With that she turned back to the table and picked up the smaller of the two floggers. It was made of red leather and the tails were thinner than the other one and there were fewer of them. It still looked like it could deliver a nasty sting. The first strike was so sudden that it even made me jump. The effect it had on Sherri was immediate. A loud squeal followed by a sharp intake of breath. I was more prepared for the second which produced another squeal. I watched as tremors rippled across her bottom. Four more followed each carefully and skilfully placed, first on one side and then the other. Sherri's squeals became louder with each one, almost turning to a scream. Agnes stopped then but to my surprise she turned to me and handed me the flogger. I took it automatically but then hesitated.
"Don't worry," she reassured me, "she's good for another six at least, trust me."
I felt I had no choice, so I swung at Sherri. I needed to work on my skills as it landed on her waist just above where I was aiming.
"A little lower and a bit harder," Agnes instructed me, "again!"
I swung again and connected squarely on her bottom and heard a tiny squeal. I was obviously not hitting hard enough. I tried again with a better response. Over the next three my accuracy improved, and her responses grew louder. I stopped and looked over at Agnes for approval. She was smiling as she held out her hand for the flogger. I passed it to her and she picked up the second one. It was the same one she had used on me earlier. I recognised the familiar plaited handle.
"I think four more from each of us will colour her up nicely. It will also mean that you will have to do your nursing duties again next week but I'm sure you won't mind that."
Her first strike elicited another scream but after that they became quieter and quieter. By the time it was my turn I could hear muffled sobs coming from Sherri. I'm sure Agnes must have heard them too, but she was choosing to ignore them. I had no choice but to do the same. I swung the flogger and was rewarded with a feeble squeal. Number two and three brought no response at all but number four gave me a loud squeal as I strayed a little bit low and the flogger bit into the untouched skin of her upper thigh. This seemed to please Agnes and she winked at me as she took the flogger away. She walked back to the cupboard talking over her shoulder as she did so.
"She needs to turn around," she said, "can you manage that?"
"No problem," I replied.
"Oh, and Marie..." she added, "I think you'd look much nicer without that dress."
I stopped in my tracks when she said that. The flogging had aroused me, and I could already feel myself leaking slightly and my dress was the only thing hiding that. But then I remembered I'd already squirted all over her hand when she made me cum, so I had nothing to hide really. Memories of her fingers moving inside me aroused me even more. With a shrug I lifted the frock over my head and tossed it aside. It was ruined anyway. As I suspected wet tracks were already beginning to flow down the insides of my thighs and the tiny green triangle of my thong was soaked. I turned my attention back to Sherri.
I freed her ankles and then released the ropes pulling at her arms. She nearly collapsed when I did so. I unclipped the ropes from the cuffs and pushed her round to face the front. Her face was streaked with tears and I chose to ignore the pleading look. I was having far too much fun.
