BOOK TWO
CHAPTER 1: MORE MR. RALEIGH
Though I was frightened and overtaxed from the emotions and sufferings of watching poor Selena being thrashed and then myself being spanked, and the shameful interrogation he had conducted with me across his lap, I didn't dare to doze off, as I might have overslept. I could only lie in bed shivering and thinking, as the clock's minute hand drew nearer and nearer the fateful hour, just what humiliating and degrading ordeal I was going to submit to voluntarily in my cowardice-for that was what it was-the cowardice of my inflamed smarting flesh. I put a pillow under my bottom to ease the smart of that spanking, and I tried not to cry as, with sinking heart, I noticed the minute hand creep closer and closer to the fatal hour. About ten minutes before the time was up, I heard a noise in the room adjoining mine, and I knew then that he had come back from Selena, and would be waiting for me. I tried to reason with myself, that, after all, just a dozen more smacks of the hairbrush and my spanking would be over. No, that wasn't so terrible. But the thought of having to beg him to… to do the other things to me… when I feared him so and was so mortified in his presence to be naked and his slave girl… that was what agonized me terribly. But I couldn't run away… I was in bondage, and there was no escape. If I could only win his affection so he would treat me like an equal… I was attractive. He found me so and told me, and a kind man would have won my love. For I was so alone now and helpless that had Mr. Raleigh treated me gently, I could easily have come to be fond of him. He was handsome certainly and not physically repugnant to me other than… the things he made me do and did to me. It was a minute to the hour specified when I walked to the door separating our rooms, my hairbrush in my hand, biting my lips and trying to keep the tears out of my eyes, opened the door and walked into his bedroom after closing the door behind me. He was sitting on a large footstool, clad in a dressing gown and sandals, smoking a cigarette and glancing at his wrist-watch. I saw that he wasn't wearing anything under the dressing gown, and I blushed furiously and bowed my head as I started to him. When I got to where he was, I went down on my knees and, not looking at him for I was much too ashamed, stammered tremulously, “M-Master, please for-forgive me for being naughty I–I have brought the hairbrush so you can g-give my b-bare backside a-a dozen h-hard spanks with it… and… and then… and… and then I–I b-beg you… to… to… p-p-p-poke m-me… and… and… end my punishment…”
I fought against the tears that rushed to my eyes as I had to say that humiliating formula, but he seemed pleased, for he smiled and said, “Very well, my dear Lucille, I'm glad to see that your behavior is just as I ordered. Hand me the hairbrush.”
“Y-yes Master,” I stammered and obeyed, thinking he would take me over his lap and turn up my nightdress as before.
But instead, to my amazement and horrified modesty, he opened his robe to bare his body and said, “Again I intend to test your statement that you are willing to do anything to prove your submission, Lucille, my dear. So you will take a slightly different position for the end of your spanking. Come here on your knees, put your head between my legs, and then you will first pull your nightdress well up over your bare backside and then kiss my cock humbly while I finish off the spanking you asked for.”
I shrank back, my eyes wide with shamed astonishment at this, but he said coldly, “Perhaps I was wrong in being generous and lessening your punishment, Lucille. I think what you really want to ask for is a good sound taste of the switch on that impudent, obstinate behind of yours. Isn't that it, my dear?”
That decided me to accept the degrading position he demanded of me. I exclaimed feverishly, “Oh, no, no Master, no. Please use the hairbrush instead. I'm going to obey you, just as you asked. I swear I am.”
“Then let me see you do so at once, without further discussion, my dear,” he remarked sternly, and opened his legs wide to expose his private parts.
He was sitting forward on the edge of the footstool so that I could do… what he wanted. With a sob, my face purple with shame, I crawled forward, bowed down my head, and put my hands around his legs to hold onto the sides of the footstool. But in my haste to obey him, I of course forgot the preparation he wanted me to make, and he reminded me. “I thought I told you first to pull up your nightdress over your naughty bottom, Lucille. You certainly don't expect me to spank it covered, do you? At least, you won't in this house, because a naughty young girl is always punished with a whipping on the bare skin of her naked behind.”
“Oh… I… oh, forgive me. I–I… forgot… I–I… was so anxious to do just what you asked, M-Master,” I groaned as I rose erect, fighting the tears and rushing my hands to the hem of my nightdress, which I furled up to my waist, then bent down again between his legs, resumed the hold of the sides of the footstool, upturning my reddened, still smarting naked bottom to his cruel and humiliating attentions.
“That's better,” he grudgingly admitted, but a well-trained little girl doesn't forget part of an order if she's really obedient. So, instead of getting twelve hard spanks with the hairbrush on your bare backside, Lucille, I am going to give you twenty. You will stay in the position all through their application and continue to kiss my cock. Try not to make too much noise crying, for besides, that would prevent your carrying out the order I just gave you. Now, are you ready?”
“Y-yes M-Master,” I sobbed, trembling as I crouched thus on my knees before him, my mouth applied towards his sexual organ, my nostrils filled with the curious warm fetid scent of his body there… and I thought of Selena… and I reddened to the roots of my hair.
“Hra… your behind is still quite red, apparently spanking you by hand has had its merits. I shall have to try again soon when you are naughty and in need of punishment, Lucille. Now hold your bottom as still as you can. I am not going to spare it, because you disobeyed just now, but if you take this punishment bravely and submissively, it will be all the whipping you will receive tonight… unless, of course, later on you should disobey me in any way.”
“Oh, I won't, I promise truly I won't, Master. Please don't whip after this. I just couldn't stand it,” I sobbed.
“Let me feel your lips kissing my cock, then, and prepare yourself for the hairbrush on your pretty plump naked backside, my dear,” he warned, and, conquering all my repugnance and my dying shame, my eyes desperately closed, I forced my lips to press against his… thing. It was not hard as before, though still stiff and warm.
I started convulsively as a searing fire shot through one of my bottom cheeks. He had begun to spank and now I was sorry I had forgotten to pull my nightdress up first and earned my poor bottom eight more hard blows from that stinging hairbrush. All the burning of his hand spanking was revived and tears began to run down my cheeks as he applied a second, blistering smack of the hairbrush's flat back to the other cheek of my hindquarters, saying as he did so, “Kiss it, I say, many times and all over it. Remember, I can give you more than twenty spanks if you don't carry out this order properly, Lucille.”
Feverishly, overcoming my pride, my repugnance, and my distress at being compelled to perform this indecent task on the most intimate part of his naked body, a thing I had never even dreamed of and certainly would never have done to a man under normal circumstances-no, not even if I were married-I obeyed Lester Raleigh, and as my trembling, sobbing lips frantically moved over his… thing… applying hesitant, trembling kisses to his organ… the noisy cracks of the hairbrush resounded as he whacked my suffering, swollen, furiously inflamed bottom with a harshness that made me cry out and twist my lips wildly from side to side, sometimes even lowering them in a useless but instinctive effort to escape the range of those welting strokes. Hoarsely, he directed me now, after some ten of the blows, to use my tongue up and down upon his… cock… and to keep my backside well in the air unless I wanted extra spanks to be added to my count. My fingers worked back and forth along the sides of the footstool. I was crying like a little girl in pain as each new furious smack flattened and burned and gnawed at the cheeks of my twisting, jerking bottom. And as I obeyed him and swept my tongue haphazardly along his… thing… I felt it hardening and growing hot and rigid… and I knew with a terrible, sinking despair and shame that it was to be used in my secret flesh to have his way with me.