Discipline of the Private House by Esme Ombreux Read Free Book Online

tease Stefan. She made sure she pulled up her skirt with the coat, so that when the material was bunched in the small of her back he was able to see every part of her oval buttocks, with the white thong of her knickers threaded between them. The cold air thrilled the sensitised nerve endings.
    Ts my bottom still bright red?' she asked, looking over her shoulder.
    'Pink,' Stefan said. He slapped a hand on her right buttock and squeezed hard.
    Itomi gasped as she felt a thrill of pleasure: hummingbird's wings at the entrance of her sex. Tt's cold,' she said.
    'Some of the stripes are still visible,' Stefan said, 'even in this light. Still, perhaps it's time to warm your little bottom again. Do you think so, Itomi, my dear?'
    'Oh, yes,' Itomi murmured.
    'But perhaps we'd better get a second opinion.' Stefan moved quickly; he grasped her wrists and held them, below the bunched coat and skirt, behind her back. Then he span her round to face him. Her bottom, pink and striped and naked but for the string between her buttocks, was exposed to anyone who might walk past.
    Itomi could hear footsteps approaching. She buried her face in Stefan's jacket.
    'Excuse me,' Stefan said, exaggerating his foreign accent. 'Could I ask your opinion, please?'
    The footsteps stopped.
    'My girlfriend says it's time to whip her bottom again. What do you think?'
    There was no reply. Itomi wriggled her hips and pushed out her rear.
    'Come, you can feel her if you like. She says she's cold and wants to be warmed up. Would you smack her? Would you like to try a smack? She won't mind.'
    But the footsteps had started again, and receded quickly. Stefan held Itomi as she was and stroked her buttocks. From time to time he gave one or other of them a hefty slap. Itomi was getting very excited. She heard several more people pass them, but from the sound of the footsteps they gave the couple a wide berth.
    'She likes to be smacked,' Stefan called out. 'Look, her knickers are getting damp - just here, where they cover her cunt.'
    Stefan's fingers were between her thighs, stretching and pushing at the strip of white cotton. Itomi felt the cotton band slide between her parted labia, and her knees buckled as a particularly strong wave of pleasure flooded her.
    'That's enough,' Stefan announced, and released her. He was becoming practised at bringing her to the brink and leaving her there. She wanted more pleasure now, immediately, but she knew that he was right to allow the tension in her to subside. He would wind it up again, perhaps several times, before allowing her the release she craved. Like Itomi, he had learned many lessons in the Chateau.
    'We must at least try to find our quarry,' he told her. He picked up his pack of equipment and slung it across his shoulders. 'We'll go back to the cab, I'll use my belt on your bottom, and then we'll continue to the street where we know they have an apartment.'
    Barat would arrive at any moment, Olena was sure, but she couldn't bring herself to cover the pretty things he had bought for her.
    She had been only too pleased that he had volunteered to make the purchases himself: being measured by the severe-looking sales assistant had been so embarrassing that Olena had thought she would expire with blushing. Olena still shuddered at the recollection of the look of disdain on the woman's face as Olena had reluctantly shuffled off her robe to reveal the coarse undergarments beneath.
    However, Olena thought she had detected surprise and perhaps even admiration in the woman's eyes when she had, after calling out to Barat one final time to ensure that it was permissible, unbuttoned and removed her bodice.
    Olena had heard the woman's indrawn breath as she had had to stretch to make the tape measure reach round Olena's chest. Olena had found herself thinking triumphantly to herself: Yes, I was right - I'm as shapely as the best of the girls in the advertisements.
    The sales assistant had held Olena's breasts firmly, one in each hand,