Destroying Angel by Sam Hastings Read Free Book Online Page B

and a swish, as if of the chosen implement being tested through the air. Paulette found the cheeks of her bottom clenching in anticipation, a feeling made stronger by her inability to see what the others were doing.
    ‘Kneel by her head.’ Annabella’s voice came from behind her and, a moment later, Susan appeared, sinking to her knees and cradling Paulette’s head in her arms.
    An instant later, the whip landed on Paulette’s bottom with a heavy smack, as much a push as a blow. Paulette jerked and gasped, surprised by the force of the whip. It came again before she was really ready, smacking down hard against her bottom and pushing her into Susan’s arms. The feeling was very different from the sharp bite of the cane Susan had used; more erotic than painful.
    Despite that, the whipping produced all the exquisite thrill of chastisement, accentuated by her helpless position and the act of abasement she had performed before the whipping had started. She began to pant and then groan as Annabella continued, using the heavy whip with unerring accuracy. Each stroke fell plum across the crest of Paulette’s bottom, the spread of the thongs catching the full area of her cheeks. Susan’s breasts were cradled against her face, adding to a level of pleasure that was becoming truly ecstatic as the whipping continued.
    ‘I think I’m going to come,’ Paulette gasped, amazed at her own reaction. All it needed was a touch to her clit, the lightest caress, and she would be there.
    ‘Touch me…’ she begged, immediately feeling Susan’s hand slide under the pillory-board, brush against one of her dangling boobs, touch her belly, and finally settle in among the nest of curls covering her sex.
    ‘Yes, that’s it,’ she managed as Susan found her clit. ‘Whip me hard mistress, please… harder!’
    Annabella brought the whip down with all her force, Paulette coming to orgasm as it struck and Susan’s finger flicked at her clitoris. Another blow caught her at the peak of her orgasm and she screamed out, calling Susan’s name, and then Annabella’s as her climax exploded in her head, turning the world black for an instant and leaving her sobbing her passion into Susan’s chest…
    Paulette waited as they released her from the pillory, then sank to the floor, her muscles shaking in reaction to her orgasm. Susan stood to one side, flushed and smiling, clearly excited.
    ‘Susan’s turn!’ Paulette enthused, hugging her friend and giving her bottom a smack in anticipation of what was to come.
    ‘In a moment.’ Annabella spoke firmly, asserting her position but rubbing her arm to clear the ache induced by using the heavy whip on Paulette. ‘Susan, run downstairs and fetch another bottle from the fridge, and the glasses.’
    Susan obeyed, scampering down the staircase and finding another bottle of the Alsace in the fridge. Kneeling naked on the kitchen floor, it was more than she could resist to slide the cold bottle between her thighs and rub her wet pussy against it. The glass felt hard and cold, making Susan close her eyes and purr with pleasure, only with an effort resisting the temptation of masturbating then and there on the floor.
    Returning to the play-room, she served Annabella, then Paulette, and lastly herself, once more kneeling at de Vergy’s feet to drink her wine.
    ‘Very obedient,’ Annabella remarked. ‘Better than you, Paulette; you still have a lesson or two to learn before you make a good maid.’
    ‘Yes, please,’ Paulette giggled, looking over the top of her glass, her huge brown eyes wide and bright.
    ‘The first of which might be to appear a little less eager,’ Annabella continued. ‘Now what shall we do with Susan?’
    ‘Take her into the garden and spank her in front of the neighbours,’ Paulette suggested.
    ‘Tempting, amusing, but hardly practical,’ Annabella replied. ‘Unfortunately, I am a respectable businesswoman and could hardly afford the scandal. A pity, though; I’m sure