Maria felt her skin tingling with fear. How could Lesley say such things? She looked towards Father Thomas and saw his lips turning up at the corners in a wry smile and, as his teeth were exposed, she saw that wolflike grin spreading across his face and it caused a cold, wet shiver to run down her back.
"Ah Father Thomas, what a marvellous servant you have been. All those girls, how hard you've worked in finding them, how well you have prepared them. They have all been across your knee and have all felt the whip that you have wielded so enthusiastically. We are all so grateful Father."
Lesley turned to Father Thomas and poked the tip of her whip against his face. He opened his mouth and his teeth shone wetly as Lesley ran the end of the whip slowly down the front of his chest until she reached his waist, then she stopped and turned away.
"So what of you, my dear Maria? Well, you will not be here very long, though long enough for a little entertainment I think. Father Thomas tells me you have a taste for being the master, a bit like me! How could you be like me? You are so small, your tits are puny and you are so snivelling and slutty. No, that will not do at all, but I think we can beat it out of you."
Lesley laughed as she stepped forward and stood over Maria who knelt submissively at her feet.
"We have some clients in South America. We have told them what a slut you are and they are eager to see you. You will be shipped out tomorrow. Caleb will be your escort, he will look after you well I'm sure. Perhaps he can help polish up some of your skills on the journey? But for now I need to see how you can perform. We shall soon see if Father Thomas has been doing his job properly!"
Maria was hardly taking it all in. Her eyes looked blackened and stared fearfully up at Lesley and the tape across her mouth caused her to breathe heavily through her nose. Her firm breasts were forced forward by the tightness of the ropes that bound her wrists at the back and her nipples stood out eagerly. Her slim body was smooth and radiant, her buttocks spread slightly as they were pressed outwards by her heels and her curvaceous hips accentuated her slender waist. The tiny, gold cross swung slowly from the thin chain that draped through the noose at her neck. The other end pulled down tightly across her belly and just disappeared into the soft edges of her shaved crack, before emerging again where it ran into the golden ring that pierced her clitoris. Her long hair fell back in a swirl around her neck and trailed loosely onto her shoulder blades.
Lesley bent down, took hold of the small cross at Maria's neck and twirled it slowly between her fingers. The chain pulled at her neck and this tugged at the chain that stretched down to her ring. As Lesley played with the cross, Maria felt the tugging of the ring in her clitoris and shivered as tingling waves of hot excitement flooded through her body.
She felt her clitoris swelling and demanding more and she bent her head slightly to increase the pressure. She looked down and, opening her thighs slightly, saw the ring emerging from the crack of her cunt as her clitoris engorged in response to the gentle pulling of the chain. She looked back up and smiled at Lesley as her clitoris became fully exposed and throbbed between the soft folds at the front of her shaved crack.
"Ah Maria, sometimes I feel so hard to please. I hope you will not disappoint me."
Maria shivered with fear as Lesley parted her legs and flexed the thin black whip between her hands. She thought of the whip and how it would soon be flailing across her buttocks, she thought of all she had been through in the last few days and wondered what else lay ahead. She looked up slightly and felt the tension of the ring in her clitoris, a wetness spread across the soft edges of her cunt and she looked up more.
"Yes, very hard to please,' said Lesley. "Now bend over Maria, and we will begin."
Then the whipping started and Maria strained with agony, delight and expectation.