Seven Scarlet Tales (24 page)

Once I was through with my stunned mullet impersonation, I found my inner top and smacked my thigh.

‘Over my knee with you,’ I said.

‘Don’t you want to give her a bit of a lecture first?’ asked Sofia. ‘I always do.’

‘Well, I would, but I’ve no idea what she’s meant to have done.’

‘Oh, yes, good point. Just tell her she’s a slut, she likes that.’

‘OK.’ I turned my full attention back to Celia. ‘I’ve heard some tales about you, young lady,’ I said, trying to channel old schoolteachers I’d been impressed by. ‘Not very nice tales. I’ve heard that your behaviour is loose and you put it about with all the boys, and the girls too. Is that true?’

‘Yes, sir,’ she said, very softly. God, it was weird to hear that famous voice, talking to me, calling me sir. It was a head-fuck, in the best possible way.

‘It is?’ I was having to try very hard to sound outraged because this was pretty good news to me. ‘You admit that you’re a slut?’

‘Yes, sir,’ she said again.

‘Say it, then. Say “I am a slut”.’

She obliged. The way she said ‘slut’, kind of relishing it, putting her teeth and tongue into it, got me even harder.

‘And what do sluts deserve?’

She was curling her fingers up into fists and her face was bright red. She didn’t want to say it but I wasn’t going to let her off the hook.

‘Tell me, little slut. What do you deserve?’

‘A spanking, sir.’

‘That’s right. And that’s what you’re going to get. So put yourself over my knee and we’ll see about making a start on that.’

I could see Sofia and Peregrine from the corner of my eye and I think they approved. I wanted to do a good job. I wanted them to think well of me. This round, ripe bottom over my lap was going to be thoroughly and properly reddened, and nobody was going to call my handiwork into question.

She seemed to know the drill, and I didn’t have to adjust her very much. She held her hands in front of her, clasped – I guess this was what Sofia always made her do. Her legs were pressed together, straight down to the floor. Even so, I could see the little swollen pink lips of her pussy peeking through. They were glistening a bit. She was as up for this as I was.

I got this surge of … I don’t know. Confidence? Power?
I felt like a king. I knew, right in my blood, that I was going to be good at this.

I didn’t smack too hard at first. I didn’t know how much she could take and I was worried I might break her. I kept slowing down just before my palm made contact. I tried to make it look harder than it was because I didn’t want Sofia thinking I was some kind of soft touch, but you couldn’t fool her. Besides, I wasn’t getting a squeak out of Celia, not as much as a wriggle.

‘Bottoms are well padded,’ said Sofia. ‘They can take heavy impact. You have to be harder on her, Richard. I don’t want to tell you what to do.’

Peregrine laughed at that.

‘OK, I do want to tell you what to do, but feel free to ignore me. You’re the top here. Your rules. I just think she’s getting away with it right now.’

That did it. I cracked down, hard, and Celia did a sort of little jump and puffed out a breath. No more Mr Nice Guy. I kept up the pressure after that and was pleased with myself when she started to flex her ankles and gasp. Her skin went pink, then darker and, soon enough, every smack brought a little ‘oo’ sound with it.

I was flying. My God. It was amazing. I was finally doing something I’d never thought I’d do and I knew, right then and there, that this couldn’t be the last time. The way her skin heated up and flattened under my hand then bounced back, it was the sexiest thing ever. Well, you’ll know that, of course. I wanted to go on and on, but once her bum was rosy red all over I noticed that my own palm was stinging and thought she was probably warmed up now, as they’d said.

‘That’ll do for starters,’ I said. I rubbed my hand all over her arse – it was better than a roaring fire. The glisten on her
pussy lips was still there, and more of it too. She was getting her breath back and the little so-and-so rubbed herself against me, as if to tell me she knew I was hard and what was I going to do about it?

I nearly did something about it then and there, but Sofia and Peregrine finished applauding, and I knew Sofia was going to speak.

‘You’ve done a wonderful job, Richard, absolutely terrific. She’s very well warmed now. Take a look at her pussy. What do you see?’

‘She’s wet.’

Celia stopped squirming on me straight away and tensed up. Did she know what was coming?

‘Of course she is. Because Celia always gets very wet after a spanking. Don’t you, Celia?’

‘Yes, ma’am.’

‘Why is that?’

‘Because I’m a dirty slut, ma’am.’

‘Good. Our gentleman friends need to know this about you. They’re going to see your sluttiness at very close quarters soon. Richard, why don’t you finger her for a bit, if you like? She’s not allowed to come, of course, so it makes a nice little rounding-off of part one of her punishment. Tease her.’

Celia gave a little sigh, halfway between ecstasy and despair.

‘Spread your legs, girl. Wide. Show the gents everything you’ve got. Aww, you’re doing so well. Your first time in front of strangers and you’re being such an obedient little trollop. I’m proud of you.’

The way she mixed sternness with kindness was intriguing to me. Celia needed encouragement, of course, to take this very bold step forward, but she seemed to be enjoying it. This
became very clear to me when I put my hand down between her thighs and pressed my fingers into her pussy lips.

She held herself perfectly still and taut. I suppose if she’d allowed herself to relax she might have had the forbidden orgasm.

It kept going through my head that I had Celia Britt over my knee, with my fingers exactly where half the men in England would like to put them. If so-and-so could see me now, I thought. It didn’t seem quite real. I wanted to whip out my phone and get a picture, just so I’d know for sure it’d really happened.

But that would be looking a gift horse in the mouth. Just then, I was quite happy to keep looking at my gift sub and her lovely red bum. She was really wet down there, and her clit was swollen. I thought if I talked to her, it would make things even more difficult for her. Could I be that cruel?

Come on. You know me.

I kept saying things like, ‘I saw you in that last movie you did. When you kissed your opposite number, did he know that you like a strange man’s hand down your knickers? Perhaps he’d had his there already. I bet he has. I bet he was feeling you up all the way through – they just cut it so we could only see your heads. But the whole crew could see what he was doing to you further down – taking down your knickers and rubbing your pussy, sticking his fingers up inside you.’

She could hardly bear it. She was gritting her teeth to begin with, then I saw her put a finger sideways in her mouth and bite down on it.

‘I bet all your directors know how to get a good performance out of you. Take you over their knees and give you a good spanking before you go on set. Do you do all your
scenes with a warm bottom, Celia? Is that the secret of your success?’

‘Please.’

She was so close. I could feel her body surrendering, little knots unwinding one by one.

‘OK,’ said Sofia.

I knew she meant my time was up, but I wilfully ignored her. She was going to have to spell it out.

‘Slut, you’re going to have to get on your knees and thank the kind gentleman for warming you up. Chop chop.’ She clapped her hands and I finally took my fingers from that lovely, soft, wet place and let her go.

Sofia looked at me as if she couldn’t work me out. ‘You’re sure you haven’t done this before?’

I’d surprised myself with how easily I’d taken to it, so all I could do was shrug and put up my hands.

Meanwhile, Miss Britt had got herself on her knees in front of me and seemed to me making a move towards my waistband.

‘What’s this?’ I asked Sofia.

‘We’ve discussed how a slut thanks a gentleman,’ she said. ‘Haven’t we, slut?’

Celia nodded. She had her fingers on my fly.

‘How’s that then?’ I asked. Mind you, I had an idea, and I liked it a lot.

‘Tell him, slut.’

‘A slut thanks a gentleman by drinking his seed,’ she said.

‘Well, thanks for telling me. I’m new to all this, you see.’

I might have felt a bit shy or embarrassed about having my prick out in front of perfect strangers, both of them women, but if I did, I got over it pretty quickly.

My last reservations were long gone by the time she bent
her head and took me into her mouth. Ah, God, that girl could suck. I was surprised, actually, and I said as much to Sofia.

‘I’ve had her practise every night this week on different sized dildos,’ she said.

The thought of this, combined with the sight of her bright red lips wrapped around my cock and the gorgeous, deep, wet warmth, and everything that had gone before made me lose control of myself a bit. I came much too quickly, a bit disappointing, really. I wanted to keep her at it for a good ten minutes. In the end I only managed about two.

She sucked it all out of me and swallowed it down.

‘You’re a marvel,’ said Sofia, coming to stand behind her and then massaging her shoulder blades. ‘Your first blow job in front of other people and you aced it, slut. I’m very proud of you. He didn’t stand a chance against my perfect little slut.’

She flashed me quite an evil smile, and I felt all that shyness and embarrassment cover me. It took its time, but it got there in the end. I zipped up sharpish and resigned myself to spending the rest of the scene in the role of observer.

‘Nobody holds a candle to Sofia when it comes to training subs,’ said Peregrine, who’d been watching the whole thing as if he were at a play.

‘Now then, madam,’ said Sofia, clapping her hands again. ‘You’re well warmed up and it’s time to get serious. Up with you.’

She stood up. Her lipstick was smeared and her thighs were gleaming with juices. I was semi-hard again by the time Sofia had marched her to a carved wooden chest and made her bend over it with her palms flat on the top.

She was left there for as long as it took for the other two to nip outside for a smoke break. I thought I should talk to her, but I didn’t know what to say, so I just sat there and
watched her. There was still a lot of colour in her rear cheeks. I wondered how hard Sofia was going to spank her, and for how long.

Just before the others came in, I blurted, ‘Are you OK?’

And she said, ‘Don’t worry.’ And then I couldn’t think of anything else, so we just waited for Sofia and Peregrine to come back in.

Sofia was holding a leather strap, a good, thick one with a handle at one end. She went straight over to Celia and made her sniff it.

‘Your old friend, slut, come to play with you,’ she said. ‘Aren’t you pleased to see him?’

‘Yes, ma’am.’

‘So show him. Give him a kiss.’

She kissed the strap. I was hard again by then.

‘And a lick for luck.’

She ran her tongue along the rough edge of it. Sofia pushed it into her mouth a bit, gagging her, then pulled it out and with some kind of fancy flicking movement, snapped it straight down on Celia’s poor bum.

‘He burns, doesn’t he? I’m going to give you thirty, slut. Push that bottom right up for me, legs wide so the gentlemen can see everything, please.’

Celia moaned, but she did as she was told.

Sofia knew her stuff. She laid on that strap good and hard and, what with her being the kind soul that she is, she used it as an opportunity to give me a masterclass. Mistressclass. Whatever you want to call it.

‘See how I make sure I cover every part of her bottom and thighs, Richard,’ she said. ‘I like to start in the middle – never go much higher, it can cause damage – and lay a new stripe underneath, all the way down, until I get to about
mid-thigh.’

She was suiting actions to her words. Long red stripes went down Celia’s bum, one by one, like rungs of a ladder. She was obviously used to it: I think she knew what to expect and that helped her through the pain. I’ve made a note of that, actually. If I want to be really mean to a sub, I buck her expectations. They hate that. They really do.

Celia was very well behaved – uncannily well behaved, I thought at the time, but I’ve seen other girls who can take a good strapping like that since. Of course, our Lucy isn’t one of them. She’s a squealer and I still have to tie her hands when I use the cane. I like a reaction, myself. Feel like I’m getting somewhere. But Sofia likes them to work hard at their submission and suppress their natural responses, and that’s her prerogative as a domme.

Celia’s bottom was getting pretty dark red by the time Sofia got to the final ten.

‘The reason I like to go down to the thighs,’ said Sofia, whipping away, ‘is because it means you can embarrass your sub by making her wear a short skirt or hotpants to the pub later on. If there’s still a nice reddish tinge to her skin, you’ll find that it keeps her squirming all night. People assume it’s sunburn, of course. Or do they? Personally, I think they’re well aware that a certain young lady’s just had a strap soundly applied to her bottom and thighs, but they’re too polite to comment. Don’t you, slut?’

‘Yes, ma’am.’ She finally cracked on that stroke – about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, I think – and made a little ‘ah’ of discomfort.

Sofia made the last strokes so hard my eyes watered a bit and then she put the strap back down on top of the chest, under Celia’s nose.

‘Kiss him again. Doesn’t he feel warm, now he’s had a good play with your naughty bottom?’

She patted Celia’s burning cheeks and had a quick rummage between her thighs.

‘Soaking again,’ she said, sucking in a breath. ‘Well, I think I’m ready for my vote of thanks, slut.’

Celia dropped to her knees and Sofia leaned against the chest, gripping the edge. Celia pulled down Sofia’s trousers to the knees – she wasn’t wearing knickers underneath – and set about licking her without further ado.

I didn’t dare look at Peregrine. I’d imagine he was as hot and bothered by it as I was. Celia got really stuck in, lapping and sucking and pushing her face right up between Sofia’s thighs, as if she wanted to fuck her with it.