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CHAPTER FIVE

The white, fleshy half moons of Mabel's buttocks stared into Mildred's face as the cook positioned herself over the back of the low chair.

Mildred's eyes glittered and her tongue snaked out to moisten her dry lips. She was wearing a leather skirt which was so brief that Mabel had caught a glimpse of dark pubic hair at Mildred's crotch each time the mistress of Romily Manor moved. The halter was leather, too: a thin strip that barely concealed the firm, well-shaped but not overlarge breasts. Her breasts rose now, as Mildred drew in a deep breath.

"You deserve to be disciplined, don't you, Mabel?" Mildred hissed.

Mabel nodded her head. From past experience she knew better than to speak. All that Mildred wanted from her was obedience – and the use of her soft, naked flesh upon which to vent her weird, sadistic obsession.

When Mabel had entered Mildred's bedroom, the mistress had indicated the familiar chair and Mabel had bent over it, exposing her bare bottom and hoseless thighs for her employer's delectation.

Mildred toyed with the short whip that Mabel had obediently brought her, moved closer to the waiting flesh, then snapped: "Open your thighs more, Mabel – let me see that precious pussy that you adore having sucked. Bend your knees; relax, my dear; enjoy what I'm going to do!"

Mabel stifled a moan, forced her legs to relax and let her thighs part. A trickle of moistness slid from her vulva and ran down the inside of her thigh.

Mildred stooped, stared into the red sexual maw. Mabel's vaginal lips were still curled open as though they had not fully recovered from the sexual session in the pantry. Mildred looked into them, then reversed her grip on the whip – prodded the butt end into Mabel's vagina.

Mabel flinched, instinctively tightening the cheeks of her bottom, gripping the butt, preventing it from entering her.

Mildred jerked the whip angrily. "Relax, Mabel – don't try and stop me!"

A bubbling sound oozed from Mabel's lips. "Don't hurt me, Ma'am – please don't hurt!"

"Relax your legs and your bottom," Mildred hissed.

Shivers of fear ran across Mabel's flesh; then her buttocks grew limp, opened – and Mildred drove the butt of the whip into her cook's vulva.

"Now, isn't that nice?" Mildred slurred as she drove the two-inch wide butt between the vaginal lips.

Mabel took short, jerky breaths as the leather butt penetrated her.

Mildred squirmed around the butt-end, watching the wet tissue clutch at it, ooze out when she pulled down, drag in when she inserted it more deeply. Her hand went to the front of her short skirt and she reached under it, caressed herself as she watched the palpitating vulva.

"You've got a big, wet cunt, Mabel…" Mildred slurred. "D'you like having it fucked?" She jerked the leather butt in deeply.

Mabel felt herself pressed against the back of the chair as the whip-end went in. "Y-yes, Ma'am…" she whispered.

Mildred turned her weapon, twisted it until it was squashed against Mabel's clitoris. She saw the cook become tense.

"You like having your pussy sucked off, don't you, Mabel?" Mildred tormented.

"Uuuuh, yes – aah, yes, Ma'am!" Mabel groaned. The leather butt was titillating her clitoris, bringing on early thrills.

"You like what I'm doing?" Mildred asked in a whisper.

She pressed the leather gently against the head of the clitoris, dragged it down, pushed up with careful, skillful movements.

Mabel arched her back, savored the delicious pleasure of hard leather caressing her sexual tissue. "Y-yes, Ma'am…" she panted, rotating her buttocks gently in cadence with the turns of the butt.

Mildred's eyes glittered more wildly. Suddenly, she withdrew the butt-end, reversed her grip – then brought the thong down on Mabel's writhing, waiting buttocks with all her strength.

The sound of the slap echoed around the bedroom.

"Eeeeeh, Ma'am you're cutting me!" Mabel's frenzied squeal blended with the sound of whipped flesh as Mildred slashed down again.

Two red lines appeared on the fleshy buttocks; Mildred watched them turn white, then red again and she squeezed her thighs together and rocked herself back and forward, tightly and tensely, as though she was experiencing great excitement. Her hand rose again and the whip slashed down, cutting the skin, drawing a streak of blood from the victim's bottom. Mabel squealed again and the sound seemed to increase Mildred's excitement; she rocked herself more quickly, slashed down a rain of blows on the helpless cook's bottom.

Mabel's squeals had changed into a frightened whining sound. She was flattened on the chair back, buttocks protruding obediently, flinching at each slash, and a stream of water was trickling from her vulva and forming a small pool on the carpet.

Mildred gave an extra hard slap, noticed the water between the cook's feet, and taunted: "You can't hold your water, Mabel – you can never hold your water. Take that…" she slashed down with all her strength, "for soiling my carpet – and that!" The whip lashed down again and Mabel's bottom became a quivering, trembling mass of abused flesh.

Mildred stopped her punishment as abruptly as she'd started it. She stepped back, leaned against the end of her bed, breathing deeply through her nose. "Get out, Mabel – I'm through with you."

The cook straightened herself, painfully, letting her skirt drop into place, then reaching under it, caressing her marked buttocks tenderly.

Mildred smiled into her tear-streaked face. "Hurt, Mabel?"

Mabel nodded, and swallowed the lump in her throat.

"You like having your pussy sucked better'n that, eh?" The words were vicious and Mildred dragged up the front of her skirt as she spoke, exposed profuse pubic hair and red slitted lips below. She inserted a fingertip in the slit, probed inside herself as she went on talking. "That's all, Mabel – for now…" She laughed, too high. "There's always a next time, isn't there, Mabel?"

She watched Mabel limp towards the bedroom door, then as she was exiting, Mildred raised her voice, called: "Come in, George – it's your turn now!"

George, his face white, shambled into the bedroom. He kept his face averted from Mabel as he passed her in the doorway.

"Close the door," said Mildred in a different kind of voice.

He obeyed her, then stood, very still, waiting.

"Mabel must have enjoyed what you were doing to her in the pantry this afternoon," said Mildred quietly, watching George's face and sliding her fingertip up and down her sexual slit as she spoke.

George didn't answer.

Mildred walked to her bed, sat down on the edge, still tickling herself. "Spanking Mabel always excites me, George," she said in an ordinary tone of voice. "Makes me feel hot – worked up – aroused."

He said nothing, just watched her, warily.

Mildred let her head drop back onto the bed; lifted her feet and propped her heels on the edge. Her knees fell apart and the red maw of her vulva was exposed to George's eyes.

The whip dropped from her hand, then she reached to her vulva, used both hands to spread open the lips so that George could see the red spire of her clitoris oozing out of its slit.

"Suck me off, George – make me orgasm with your tongue, your mouth and your teeth. You know how I like you to do it!" Her voice was muffled as she spoke with her cheek pressed into the bed.

Slowly, George moved forward on leaden feet.

"Do it good, George," said Mildred as he dropped to his knees at the side of the bed, "and maybe I won't beat you too hard – after!"

He thrust his head forward, clamped his lips on the wet, salty tissue, sucked it into his mouth, chewed on it, squeezed it between his lips then tongued it expertly, searching for and finding her clitoris then drawing it into his mouth and caressing it with his tongue and nibbling it gently with his teeth.

"You do this so well, Georgie," purred Mildred, writhing herself with pleasure. "I think that this is the real reason I employ you'd pay you so Goddamned much!"

He pulled the slender stem with his lips, drawing it as far inside his mouth as he was able, then closing his teeth on it, holding it so that he could titillate the clitoral tip with his tongue.

"Oooh, Georgie – delicious!" Mildred drooled.

She raised and lowered her buttocks very slowly, savoring every delectable thrill.

"Drive your fingers in and out of my pussy while you suck me," she whispered.

She lifted her pelvis to accommodate him, and he reached up with his hand, held two fingers together, drove them into her moist slit.

"Oh, that!" Mildred mumbled ecstatically. "Oh, that an' that!"

She used her heels to lift and lower her pelvis, letting his fingers drive into her more deeply. Sensual ripples flickered across her belly as her flesh thrilled and George's mouth became filled with a wet mass of pulsating, churning tissue.

"This-this is-is heaven!" Mildred panted. She was moving herself closer and closer to the edge of the bed, walking herself on her buttocks like feet, making her knees push up higher, thighs parted wider.

"Oh, now, Georgie – now!" Mildred's voice was ragged as her orgasm commenced. Her body jerked, her shoulders lifted, smashed down on the bed, then she was closer and closer to the edge. "Orgasm, Georgie – I'm have – having an org-orgasm!" She jerked herself forward, pressing her crotch against George's mouth until he leaned backwards, more and more until his balance was lost and Mildred fell on top of him, her orgasming pussy still clamped on his mouth as George fell onto his back.

The orgasms drained out of her; Mildred slumped forward, thighs gripping George's cheeks as his lips still chewed, tiredly, on her sexual tissue.

A long sigh escaped from Mildred's lips. "So good, Georgie, so Goddamned good!"

She started to drag herself to heir feet, separating her cunt from his mouth with a squashy plop.

"Stay where you are, Georgie," she murmured. "Just unfasten your pants and lie on your face – I'll strap you where you lie."

Her legs were shaky as she stood up, and her hand trembled when she picked up the whip off the bed.

George's pants were halfway down his hips when Mildred turned around. "Quicker!" she snapped with a sudden change of mood. "Don't make me wait when I want to strap you!"

George was half turned over when she slashed down. The vicious blow, delivered through a red haze of lust and desire, missed its target and snapped against George's neck. He made a low sound, then dropped onto his side, unconscious.

Mildred stared at him blankly, then shook her head as though to clear a fog away. "George," she murmured, dropping the whip then crouching down beside him, "what have I done?"

Anxiously, she felt at his pulse, then let out her breath in relief. "You're all right, George…" She gave a nervous giggle of relief. "I just knocked you out, is all!"

He had rolled onto his back and she stared at the dragged-down pants and flesh of his belly and thighs. The matted tangle of pubic hair was clearly visible, and below it, like an awakening snake, his penis dangled.

Mildred's expression changed as she stared at it. Slowly, her hand moved and she cupped the flesh-encased balls below the shaft. The organ began to move, become thicker, longer. Mildred squeezed the balls; George's cock twitched.

She drew in her breath, wet her lips as though she were hungry or thirsty, then gripped the shaft at the base, encircling the round thickness with a finger and thumb.

Mildred's lips parted, she wet them again, then lowered her head until she was over George's abdomen. Her finger and thumb squeezed, the cock swelled and her face went lower until she could suck the organ into her mouth.

With her lips clamped on the shaft of the cock, Mildred changed her position, straddling George, her pelvis over his head. She let her weight go down on him, her belly on his chest, her thighs on either side of his face and her pussy inches away from his open mouth.

She pushed his pants lower then cupped his balls with her hands, sucked the smooth cock more deeply into her mouth, slithering her tongue over the tightly stretched skin on the sides, onto the rounded head and tickling the slitted lips in the tip with the end of her tongue. George made a small sound.

Mildred opened her mouth wider, let her lips slide down the shiny sexual shaft. She could feel small pulses beating beneath the skin. There was salt mixed with the musky, male taste of his organ. She sucked with sensuous pleasure.

George groaned, opened his eyes.

Mildred lifted her lips off his cock, then reached down with her mouth, licked the whole length of his penis. It reared, jerked.

George could see Mildred's vulva close in front of his eyes; he groaned again, felt his confusion lifting.

She made small nipping caresses with her teeth down the entire length of his cock, then she encircled it with her mouth again, gliding her lips over the rounded head, then moving her face up and down as she sucked it like a lollipop.

George closed his eyes at the thrilling sensation; this was pure delight. He opened his eyes again, saw Mildred's vulva just inches away and reached for her buttocks, scrabbled at her flesh as he tried to draw her closer to his face.

She felt the movement, sucked his cock more strongly, then wriggled her pelvis back so that it was poised over his mouth.

George parted his lips, let the curled-open pussy squash down. It was wet, warm and palpitating. He drew the mass of tissue into his mouth.

Mildred's lips became more sensuous, more thrilling, more excited. George's penis had swollen into a stiff shaft of sex-aroused muscle and flesh; each time her tongue flicked at the head of it, the whole organ jerked.

Suddenly, George's entire body stiffened; Mildred heard him dragging in breath with wet, sexy sounds as he kept his lips glued onto her vulva. His pelvis jerked up, and she felt his shaft expand in her mouth. For a second it was very still – then hot spurts squirted from the lips, hitting the back of her throat, scalding it and making her gag as she swallowed frantically, sucking every last drop of sex-juice out of the spitting organ and tasting it with her tongue before she swallowed and felt the fiery fluid dribbling down her throat.

His lips fell off her vulva, and she heard him sucking in air. She rested her face on his thighs, feeling his cock resting against her cheek and softening every second.

"Uhhh, Mildred," said George, weakly, "so fuckin' good – that was the most!"

She turned her head, looked at him as he lay prostrated on his back. A smile fringed her lips, and when she spoke, there was a ring of whiteness all around the edges of her mouth.

"Not all the things I do are bad."

He gave her a tired smile. "Some of them, but not all!" he sighed. "It was so Goddamned good – so fuckin' good, Mildred!" He closed his eyes as though reliving the ecstasy.

She turned herself, crawled up to his face, then bent her head, kissed him on the lips, twisting her tongue in his mouth.

"You taste that?" she asked. "That's your come-stuff, I'm giving it back to you, Georgie – your fucking stuff!"

"It tastes good," he muttered. "You taste good – even if you are a sadistic bitch!"

Mildred looked angry for a moment, then she laughed.

"Why'd'you hafta knock me out?" He massaged the side of his neck, tenderly.

She laughed again. "You won't believe it, but it was an accident!"

He shook his head in disbelief.

"But what I did afterward was nice," she murmured.

"Yeah," he sighed, "Goddamned nice!"

"You wanna do it again that way – or d'you want to fuck – just plain old fuck?"

He made a wry face, then: "Any way you say, Mildred – any little thing you want, just say it. You're my fucking mistress!"

She pulled him on top of her, opening her legs so that he fell in between.

His mouth went onto hers again, and she kissed him back as sensuously as he had kissed her. He felt his penis reviving and he steered it into her still-wet pussy.

She jerked her mouth off his, spoke: "You're Goddamned right I'm your mistress, an' don't ever fuckin' forget it!" And she pressed her hungry pussy onto his stiffening cock.