The Price of Desire (3 page)

There was no warning as the first spank landed on her buttocks with a brutal sting. Georgie squealed and bucked against the back of the chair. The pain was worse than she remembered it, maybe because her delicate skin was still wet and raw from Nurse's vigorous scrubbing.

The second spank landed with a sharp crack and Georgie threw her head back. A low moan escaped her lips as the comforting warmth started to spread through her body.

‘This is for your own good,' Nurse said as she delivered the third and fourth slaps in quick succession, making Georgie's pert bottom dance and jiggle.

‘You have been a very naughty girl,' Nurse continued. ‘We can't let that sort of deviant behaviour go unpunished.'

Nurse found her rhythm, relentlessly spanking Georgie's soft flesh. ‘You're just lucky it was me who caught you and not your mother or father. What would you have done if it had been one of them?'

Georgie's cheeks burned with shame at the thought of either one of her parents seeing her like that. The hot prickling in her buttocks provoked by the spanking began to spread down her thighs and between her legs. She wanted to reach down and touch herself to relieve the growing tension building there.

‘Open your legs wider,' instructed Nurse.

Georgie obeyed, knowing her glistening pussy would betray her. A well placed slap on the top of her thigh caught her off guard and her gasp of surprise turned into a moan of longing as she willed Nurse's next strike to land squarely between her legs. She held her breath in the silence, adrenaline coursing through her body, but the next slap didn't come and instead she heard Nurse's voice, her tone incredulous.

‘I don't believe it! Is there no curbing your appetite, you filthy girl?'

She'd obviously spotted what Georgie had not wanted her to spot. With two slender fingers the older woman held apart Georgie's sex lips, and with a third she found the small nub of her clitoris and gave it a couple of strokes. ‘You dirty girl,' Nurse admonished, pinching the erect button. ‘Such an aroused clitoris!'

Georgie moaned at her touch and began to gyrate her hips, hoping Nurse's finger would slide deeper inside her. She longed to be penetrated, but she remained maddeningly frustrated as Nurse withdrew her fingers, slick in traitorous juices. She dug her fingernails deep into the fabric of the chair to stop herself reaching back and plunging her own fingers into her aching hole. ‘Please,' she murmured, lifting her red bottom higher, exposing all that lay between. ‘Please,' she begged louder.

The answer came with a loud slap that sent jolts of pain through her body, turning into ripples of pleasure as they reached her throbbing clit.

‘You dirty little girl!'
Slap
!

‘Filthy whore!'
Slap
!

‘You are no more than a common little tramp!'
Slap
!

‘There is only one way to put a stop to this sort of wicked behaviour!'
Slap
!

‘And that is to beat it out of you!'
Slap
!

As Nurse rained down a torrent of blows she continued to hiss insults. Georgie was almost delirious, the punishment, both degrading and delicious, consumed all her senses. She was powerless to stop the moans and gasps that escaped her lips. There was a tightening feeling in the pit of her stomach and she knew she was about to come. Gasps turned to shrieks with each hard smack on her rosy red globes.

She turned her head to see Nurse staring avidly at her dripping pussy through lust-filled eyes, a small smile on her thin lips, her face red and sweating from the exertion of the beating. Still watching Nurse, Georgie thrust a hand between her legs and began rubbing her hardened clit with her palm. Her legs were shaking uncontrollably but she no longer cared what Nurse thought of her. Every cell in her body was crying out for release.

Nurse looked up and met Georgie's eye, all trace of a smile now gone, replaced by a cold hard stare. Remaining silent she landed spank after spank on Georgie's exquisitely punished ass. Georgie held her gaze, her own hand working faster between her legs. Her deviant behaviour watched by Nurse only served to heighten her perverse pleasure. Her orgasm exploded from her violently and sent shockwaves to her core. Convulsing and thrashing she kept her eyes on Nurse until each wave of pleasure had subsided. She collapsed on the chair, trembling and bathed in sweat, struggling to catch her breath.

The older woman leant over and brushed a damp hair from Georgie's cheek. She was so close to Georgie's face she thought she was going to kiss her.

‘Slut!' she spat, before turning to leave the room.

 

Bunnie entered the shade of the wooden building and into the stalls where the estate horses were kept. Equestrian equipment lined the walls; saddles, harnesses, crops, hats and other miscellaneous objects used for the grooming and keeping of horses. It was nice and cool inside and the smell of leather and hay was an intoxicating mixture. There was no sound from outside; all she could hear was the softly creaking beams of the old wooden structure.

As Bunnie went through the routine of grooming the horse she realised the activities of the last few hours had left her feeling satisfied but still consumed with a longing. She lit a cigarette, her usual method of calming her nerves in any stressful situation, and thought of all the things she wanted to do with Georgie when they met up that evening. She wanted to make it a birthday for her friend to remember. She stubbed out the cigarette on the floor and picked up the nearest riding crop.

A noise from outside stopped her before she could mount. The faint but familiar whistling of the irritable estate's groundsman, known only to her by his last name - Adams. As children, Bunnie and Georgie were always afraid of the grizzly figure. He seemed to tower above them and had, on more than one occasion, caught them doing something they shouldn't and had hauled them back to the Manor to be punished.

The whistling grew louder as Adams approached the stable entrance and Bunnie's stomach did a little flip. She swallowed the lump that was suddenly in her throat, determined not to show the affect he had on her. His shadow blocked out the light in the doorway as he paused, and Bunnie could only see him in silhouette. The menacing bulk stepped inside, having to duck to avoid hitting his head on the low frame.

He looked around the stable, frowning a little as he sniffed the air like an animal. Without saying a word he looked Bunnie up and down, his eyes lingering on the cigarette packet still in her hand, and then to the stub on the floor. Despite her resolve Bunnie's insides seemed to turn to jelly and she was suddenly thrown back to her childhood and the dread that she felt at being caught in the act of some misdemeanour. Her legs were trembling so much she thought they might collapse under her, as she waited for him to say something.

‘Is that yours?' he asked, pointing to the cigarette on the floor.

‘Yes, yes it is, I'm sorry,' Bunnie stammered. ‘I usually pick them up,' she explained. Her legs were in real danger of giving way as Adams' face contorted with rage. She had somehow managed to make him even angrier. All she wanted to do was get out of that stable and as far away from him as possible. She had to bite her lip to stop it trembling and she fought back hot tears.

‘I'm really sorry; it won't happen again, I promise. Next time...' she trailed off as Adams looked like he was about to explode with rage, his face flushed red. He let out a guttural roar and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her further into the dark stable.

‘Next time?' he bellowed at her. ‘Next time? There won't be a next time,' he fumed as Bunnie tried to pull away from him. ‘You stupid child, with all your money and privileges yet not one ounce of commonsense.' He glared at her for what felt like an eternity. She sensed he was waiting for a response, but she had no idea what she could have done to make him so angry.

Adams released her from his grip and Bunnie shrank back against the hay bales, cowering as he drew closer to her, his large grease-stained hands balled into fists. He stopped a few paces away and reached down to pick up Bunnie's discarded cigarette stub.

‘Where did you smoke this?' he asked, moving closer, thrusting it in front of her face for inspection.

Bunnie couldn't answer; she was too scared to speak. She was visibly shaking and her bladder felt weak. If it made him this angry when she smoked a cigarette she could only imagine the trouble she would be in if she wet herself in front of him!

Adams continued to glare at her. ‘All it would have taken was one stray spark, one glowing ember or a gust of wind and in seconds the whole stable would have gone up in flames. You stupid little girl. You could have killed every single horse; you may even have been killed yourself.' He paused and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. ‘You will learn your lesson, young lady.'

Bunnie could barely support herself on watery legs, her heart beating furiously in her chest. Again he bent down, this time to retrieve her riding crop, and swished it experimentally through the air. Despite her fear Bunnie felt the stirring of something else, and a shiver of excitement she couldn't explain ran through her.

Adams approached her slowly, absentmindedly picking up a rope horse lead, still swinging the crop by his side. ‘Hold out your hands, in front of you,' he ordered.

Bunnie hesitated, her arms like a dead weight by her sides. Adams suddenly brought the crop down on the hay bale next to her, the impact causing her to scream.

‘Do as I say, girl. Do not make this worse for yourself.'

Bunnie quickly brought her hands together in front of her, scared of angering the brutish monster any further. He bound her wrists together with one end of the rope and fed the other through a loop on the wall normally used for tethering horses. Pulling the rope tight through it Adams spun Bunnie round to face the wall and secured her with her arms above her head, and she had to bend over the hay bale to avoid losing her balance. Even if she had not been frozen with fear she couldn't have moved.

She briefly wondered why she didn't struggle or scream, but what use would that be; there was no one else around. At least that's what she was telling herself; it had nothing to do with her growing arousal.

She didn't have long to consider her options; the crop whistled through the air behind her and a sharp pain spread across her right buttock. Bunnie sucked in a sharp breath. She was determined not to let Adams see any response; she simply refused to give him the satisfaction. Although her bottom was stinging from the first strike she was grateful she was wearing jeans and that the tough denim was affording her some sort of protection.

There was another terrible whistle and she felt the fire spread across her left buttock, but again she fought the urge to cry. She tensed and waited for the next blow, feeling humiliated and trapped. From behind she heard Adams' low laughter and a cold shiver ran down her spine. Bunnie had never so much as seen Adams smile before, so the normally innocent sound seemed sinister coming from his gravelly vocal cords.

‘You think you can outsmart me, girl?' Adams said with menace. ‘I know all the tricks. You can try with all your might to keep your tongue but I know I can make you grovel. You have to learn your lesson.'

Strong hands reached around her and fumbled with her zip. Desperately she clenched her thighs together, trying in vain to hold on to the only barrier between her flesh and the harsh leather of the crop. Oblivious to her efforts he easily yanked down her jeans and knickers. The denim gathered around her ankles, both her legs and arms now restrained.

‘Now let's see how many lashes you can take on your bare arse.'

She flinched at his touch as he slowly stroked her exposed buttocks. His rough skin scratched her as it moved slowly over her rump, and the curve of her flanks towards her thighs.

‘Don't you touch me like that, you have no right, I'll report you to the police, you're nothing but a pervert!' Bunnie gabbled, and immediately regretted it. He slapped her thigh hard with the palm of his hand, the sudden impact causing her to gasp.

‘I know what you lot get up to at the house. Tarts and whores the lot of ya. I've been working these grounds for forty years, man and boy, and I know what goes on behind closed doors. By the time I'm finished you'll be begging for more, you'll be begging me to fuck you.'

She couldn't speak, she couldn't move and she couldn't deny that what he said was true. An explosive burst of pain seared her rear as Adams landed another blow. Behind her she could hear the horses getting agitated, grunting and snorting, picking up on the heightened tension in the barn.

Bunnie so badly wanted to put her hands over her hot bottom, but had no choice but to struggle against her restraints in the few seconds before the next blow landed. This time a scream escaped her lips and she could feel the welt begin to swell and glow. Tears sprang to her eyes and she bit her lip in an effort to stop herself from sobbing.

Her humiliation grew as she felt Adams run a rough finger over the tramlines on her buttocks, admiring his handiwork. Bunnie heard his guttural panting, that could have been mistaken for one of the stabled animals if it hadn't been coming from directly behind her.