Destroying Angel by Sam Hastings Read Free Book Online

ordered. ‘Let’s give Annabella a good show of your pussy.’
    Paulette obeyed, as Susan went to the rack of implements in front of her.
    ‘If I opened the blind, your rear view would be on show to every upper window in Little Venice,’ Susan joked, as she selected a black pole with a leather cuff attached to each end.
    ‘No, please!’ Paulette squeaked.
    ‘Don’t you like to be watched?’
    ‘Only by the person who’s punishing me,’ Paulette answered, as Susan attached a cuff to one of her ankles. ‘Do you?’
    ‘Yes, the more the merrier. But they mustn’t know I want them to be watching. I like them to think that whoever’s spanking me is doing it in public to humiliate me more. Or because they don’t care whether my bum gets a public airing or not, they just decide I need a spanking and do it then and there.’
    ‘I prefer it one-to-one,’ Paulette said, ‘but the idea of you being Annabella’s maid while she punishes me is great. Oh, that’s nice; I feel really open. I can’t close my legs at all.’
    Susan had fixed the pole in place, forcing Paulette’s legs wide and leaving her pussy open and vulnerable. All Paulette could do was wiggle her bottom, an action she knew would do little to lessen the pain of her punishment. Relaxing into her bonds, she felt her pleasure rising and her breath coming deep and slow as she waited. Susan moved around to her side and knelt submissively on the floor, her hands folded in her lap and her head hung.
    ‘She’s coming,’ Susan hissed even as Paulette heard the click of high heels on the stairs. She found herself trembling as the door clicked, and she knew Annabella would be looking at her naked body, strapped and ready for punishment, legs spread to offer pussy and anus.
    ‘What is this?’ Annabella de Vergy’s voice came sharp and clear. ‘I ordered you to strip and wait, did I not?’
    ‘Yes,’ Paulette answered, shivering at the commanding arrogance of Annabella’s tone, and wishing she could see her.
    ‘Yes, what?!’ Annabella snapped.
    ‘Y-yes, Miss de Vergy,’ Paulette stammered, then gulped as long nails traced a path over the flesh of her bottom. The nails moved down to the tuck of her cheeks and a hand closed on the plumpest part of her bottom, weighing and squeezing the flesh in a casually possessive manner. Paulette squirmed, trying to push her pussy against the exploring hand, but unable to do so.
    ‘You do not address me by name,’ Annabella said in a calm, cool voice. ‘You call me “mistress”, both of you. Is that understood?’
    ‘Yes… mistress,’ Paulette answered, hearing Susan say the same in a tiny, meek voice.
    ‘Good,’ Annabella said, ‘and now I am going to beat you. It will not be because you have presented yourself in this vulgar position, obviously in the hope of punishment, nor because you enjoy it. It will be to teach you your place. Do you understand that?’
    ‘Y-yes… mistress,’ Paulette stammered again.
    ‘I doubt it,’ Annabella sneered, ‘but I suspect you will by the time I’ve finished with you, as will your friend – although as she is notably less insolent and has adopted a more appropriate position. I expect she already has some idea. Well, Susan, do you understand, or will you need it beaten into you, too?’
    ‘I’ll probably need to be beaten,’ Susan answered quietly.
    Annabella laughed, a mocking, cruel sound that made Paulette’s muscles tighten instinctively. Annabella’s heels clicked on the wooden floor as she walked around the pillory. Paulette saw her legs first, long and elegant, clad in the same seamed silk stockings, but now with her feet in shiny black shoes with heels some five inches tall. The board of the pillory made it hard to see more. Raising and twisting her head as much as she could, Paulette watched Annabella stroke Susan’s hair as she passed, then glide effortlessly around to stand in front of the pillory.
    Paulette found herself looking at