Chapter Nineteen

The aroused couple left their increasingly penitent subject locked in her suite eating and apparently getting diligently to work with her rehab studies (though she stopped for a frantic masturbation session immediately after hearing the dead bolt thrown). As they were walking back through the mansion, Rafe inquired: ‘So, Mistress, what are your observations and feelings after giving your first spanking?’ His gorgeously flushed companion sighed in her complexity, scarcely able to sort herself out. She spoke ruefully: ‘I could not be more turned on than I am at this moment, after whipping the shit out of my daughter's addicted ass. So am I a lesbian, a sadist, a child molester? Jesus this is complicated! We know I'm submissive as hell and dearly love taking that incredible cock of yours up my ass, but what else is hiding, waiting to be revealed when yet another outrage committed on some vulnerable part of my body causes me to have yet another intensity-of-orgasm all time record? Damn, who knows how kinky I am? The only thing I know for certain is that my ass is due for just what my daughter endured, and I feel guilty enough that I want you to give it to me as hard as I did her.’

Rafe decided that a change of venue was in order for his next scene with the woman he had been angling to become lovers with for years, never sensing that she would have totally welcomed his interest far sooner. He suggested: ‘Well, Estela, I have all the equipment we might need for just such an undertaking right here in my satchel, along with all manner of other useful items for the infliction of erotic pain and pleasure. I had a friend clear out my locker at the BDSM club where I usually practice as a dom, so everything I've ever thought to employ in eliciting the most excruciating pleasure from willing female bodies is now at hand. Perhaps we could proceed to your bedroom for our next little assignation?’

The Mamacita thought about this, and replied: ‘I'd be more than happy to have you spank and fuck me there, Rafe...though I think there may be a sound issue. My office is carefully soundproofed once the door is closed, a reflection of my predecessor's paranoia about having her business affairs overheard...or perhaps that was where she wanted to be punished and pleasured...(both were true). My bedroom is across a courtyard from Christina's, and even with the windows shut, if I respond as noisily as I seem to recall doing when you took such good care of me earlier today, she's likely to hear. Do you have any suggestions about that, including whether we want her knowing quite yet what's developing so fast between us?’

The dom considered carefully for a moment, and replied: ‘No, I'm sure she senses the energy, since she'd have to be blind and deaf not to. Although self-involved eighteen year olds have been known to disregard all manner of inputs from the adult world. During this crucial part of her recovery, I think her focus needs to be on herself, both what's happening to her physically, and how she can influence that by how she does in recovery. However, if you're worried about your own rather charming tendency to respond...passionately...in your verbalizations when being pleasured or punished, there is a simple solution in my magic satchel here. So I think we can safely administer whatever you have coming to you in your bedroom without the sounds carrying across the courtyard. After all, the impact of leather thongs on naked flesh is not all that loud no matter how much it stings, right?’

Somehow, Estela did not feel as reassured by this remark as her smiling companion's tone implied that she should. Or at least, most of her did not. Her traitorous pussy revealed its own sentiments on the matter with an enthusiastic gush of lubrication at the thought of extremely painful times ahead for its neighboring erogenous zones. Nonetheless, she led the way toward her own rather vast bedroom suite down a hallway replete with paintings that could easily have hung in the MOMA. Once they were inside, once again the Mistress of the domain sent a very clear signal about who was in charge by locking the door behind her, totally symbolically since there was to be no one on the premises (save her locked in daughter) until grooms came to put the horses to bed later that evening.

The stately older beauty turned to her ravishingly handsome Latino Foreman and addressed him with sheer intensity beaming from her equally dark-eyed gaze and simply said: ‘Where and how do you want me, Rafe?’ He paused a moment, and then responded by upping the ante a bit further: ‘If I am to be taking charge of your discipline, then when we are about seeing to those needs you are to address me as Sir or Master. Is that clear, naughty little Estela?’

For the Mamacita, a decade since her Mother's death from cancer the Mistress of all she surveyed, to be spoken those words in that tone including the same characterization as her sullen teenager had been receiving all day, was a revelation. Here again, just as at the prospect of being gagged in order not to be too noisy when having her naked bottom whipped, the outrage her higher centers felt was sharply contradicted by the joy expressed in the only language it knew by that unerringly honest organ between her well-toned legs. She bit her lip, summoned her will not to snap back at her presumptuous employee, and then found his annoyingly victorious sardonic gaze while replying: ‘Master, please instruct your willing slave in how she can best enable you to subject her to whatever fate you have in mind for her.’

Rafe nodded in rather smug approval of his gorgeous older Mistress' surrender. He stepped back to sit on the firm mattress of her king-sized four-poster bed, well aware that the duvet it was covered in probably cost more than a month of his considerable salary. Then her Foreman ordered: ‘Strip for me, naughty girl, so I can see the territory I will have to work with in administering a proper whipping to such a very bad Mother who has been a little too, shall we say, enthusiastic in punishing her daughter's poor inflamed buttocks...’

A commanded strip-tease took the impending scene even more clearly out of the realm of punishment and into that of sex, as both of the participants were acutely aware. So it was with fiercely mounting arousal that Rafe watched and Estela peeled, each of her garments slowly and gracefully discarded until she stood in her naked glory, facing her overwhelming new lover. Her full breasts were still reddened from the mauling his powerful hands had given them while he was sodomizing her just a few hours earlier. He noted their patent arousal in the darkness of her areoles and taut erection of her nipples and remarked: ‘Such perfect creamy white tits, my little sex slave has...I wonder if she's ever thought that they are just as able to take...corporal punishment...as her equally perfect bottom, has she?’

Well aware that the deepening flush of her ivory skin gave away her true reaction to this taunt, Estela murmured: ‘I've fantasized about...them...being spanked or whipped...like the women in some of my bedside books...I read that O had hers flogged every morning with her arms chained above her head, and I...touched myself while imagining that I was in her place, waking up each day knowing that my poor sensitive boobs were going to be mercilessly whipped, and that I would be restrained to be powerless to protect them from a single blow...’ Rafe grinned salaciously as he retorted: ‘And did you come while thinking about them being spanked, naughty girl? And by the way, your impending dose of spanking to all of the places which have it coming just doubled because you neglected to address me by my proper title, in case that was accidental.’

Estela felt genuine dismay at her lapse, and cried in alarm: ‘Oh...Master, I'm so sorry! Please forgive me for my disrespect and give me another chance to be good! Of course I came while masturbating to thoughts of having my tits spanked, and even my pussy and inner thighs whipped, just as O did by her wicked older female domme...’

Rafe laughed cruelly, and retorted: ‘Of course I'll forgive you, naughty little slave, just as soon as your breasts and bottom have paid the customary price for disobedience, silly girl! A good Catholic like you should well know that the only righteous path to forgiveness is through atonement, and in our relationship, we both know that process always takes a...physical...form. Your lapse was indeed disrespectful, as well as disobedient, and I'm afraid that even that special place between your legs must pay its own customary price for such serious sins. So let's get you in position and safely trussed up to enable all the wide variety of interesting experiences I have in mind for that lovely body you were so kind to strip to display to me.’

The dom stood up and turned to strip the bed behind him down to its 400 count fitted bottom sheet, which was a stylish mauve. He then stalked into the bathroom to gather up a bath sheet of the same color, which was carefully centered in the vast counterpane. Then the Foreman instructed his naked Boss to climb up and lie on her back on the toweling, explaining: ‘The things that are about to happen to my naughty little slave often cause bad girls who get turned on by being punished to...shall we say, leak...a bit. The towel will catch the drips and save on laundry bills, as well as keeping the maids from speculating about their prim and proper Mistress' nocturnal proclivities.’

Estela was awash in the deliciously terrifying combination for all natural submissives of certainty of erotically challenging times ahead with lack of control of what experiences were about to be administered to her naked body. It felt exactly like the slow climb to hesitate at the top of the first drop of a roller coaster, knowing that trying but exciting times were soon to follow. She complied meekly with her handsome Foreman's orders, providing him a somewhat intentionally salacious view of her naked backside as she crawled across the suddenly larger expanse of her bed to lie on her back in its center as ordered, with her head towards the headboard as he indicated. He then removed from his satchel the same cuffs that had restrained her daughter during the over-zealous whipping the vengeful Mother had just administered, their faux-fur linings still damp with pain-induced sweat. The lovely brunette correctly surmised that her own perspiration was very likely to be added to Christina's, in a certain kind of justice, she admitted to herself.

Rafe hummed cheerfully to himself as he produced several lengths of soft white nylon rope from his infamous satchel. He remarked jovially: ‘I do so appreciate four-poster beds for these...activities...they provide just the places I need to secure my...subjects...so that every single nerve ending of the sensitive private parts I do so love to...stimulate...are maximally exposed, with no chance that even the most violent efforts on the part of the...recipient can avert even an iota of the attention I am administering to just the places she would least like to have treated so...unkindly...’

As he was pronouncing this rather droll little taunt, the dom was stringing ropes through each of the D rings sewn onto the cuffs, after which he strung the ones attached to Estela's wrists around the top bedposts on either side of her gorgeous burl-wood headboard, which he took pains to compliment. When these were drawn tight, her arms were pulled almost painfully up and out, causing her breasts to be offered up in perfect spheres overlying her well-defined pectoral muscles, which were tightly stretched. He advised: ‘You might want to grasp the ropes in your hands, naughty little slave, since that will both spare your wrists from possible injury if you were to struggle a bit against your bonds, as well as giving you something to bear down on to help you bear the coming...challenges.’

The handsome Foreman's psychological taunt of his Mistress was perfectly pitched, inciting her into greater arousal with every passing little jab of gloating about her impending punishment. Her effusive vaginal lubrication stepped up even further when he then drew her ankles also up and out, attaching to the very same bedposts as her wrists. When these ropes were tied off, she found herself in the widest imaginable split while being sharply bent double, each of her legs pulled up and out as severely as it could be. This left every structure between her legs, even her pussy lips, pulled wide apart so there could be no doubt about how turned on she was to be stripped and bound and splayed for unimaginably terrible punishment at the merciless hands of her cheerfully sadistic captor.

But he was not quite finished with her bondage. Another rope was tied off around the sideboard at the midpoint of one edge of her mattress, then passed under her trim waist, looped around it, and tied off to the opposite sideboard, pinning her lower back to the towel. Rafe explained: ‘Naughty slaves who are being whipped in this position frequently respond so...enthusiastically...to their experience that they spoil my aim, causing me to...stimulate targets that I had not intended, which frustrates me, as I'm sure you can imagine...Now that you are all snugged down tight, neither of us needs to worry about the slightest chance that even your most sincere efforts could interfere with the tiniest part of what you have coming to you. So you can just relax and settle in for the ride, gorgeous little slave!’

Estela moaned as she digested this latest ominous characterization of her plight. And then she saw her breathtakingly handsome captor rummage in his bag again, drawing out a device that looked like a solid half-inch diameter four inch long tube of black leather through the center of which was passed a thong. The middle of the tube had rather deep indentations, and when he saw her gaze there, Rafe commented: ‘Yes, it sometimes helps my subjects to have something to bite down on while they are taking their medicine, as I'm quite certain you are about to find out. Now, give us one last kiss, little slave, before we slip in your gag and get on with the proceedings!’

The dom then peeled off his tight tee shirt, baring his gorgeously muscled torso as though this were some sort of solace to his victim (which indeed it was). He then leaned over and for the next five minutes they conducted a world-class kiss, firing each of them up half again as much as they were already aroused. He left her completely exposed body strictly alone during this phase, even though the urgency of her kiss clearly communicated how much she yearned for his touch. But the Foreman was a patient man, and happy to wait for such pleasures to be enjoyed when they were maximally ripened.

At last, they broke free, and he smiled fondly down at her as he slipped the bit between her perfect white teeth, murmuring: ‘You do know that I'm madly in love with you, naughty little slave, don't you?’ These words thrilled Estela beyond imagining, and she tried to reciprocate, but the gag muffled her attempts, just as Rafe had intended. He wanted his first declaration of his true feelings toward her to marinate through the impending scene, so that there would be no chance to respond in kind until the Mistress had been through the annealing fire of the extremely complex set of experiences he was about to afford her.

Rafe rummaged once again in his voluminous black leather satchel, producing two items, each of which drew a moan from his gagged and bound Mistress when he triumphantly displayed them to her. One, of course, was the very whip she had used so mercilessly on Christina's squirming and clenching hind end just an hour earlier. The other was something she recognized from a recent visit to a sex toy shop to replace a worn out vibrator. It was a small black plastic device that looked to be an elongated disc about an inch across and three inches long with an extension on its top that doubled back in an unbalanced U shape.

Her captor took pleasure in explaining, even though he suspected his subject knew what he was planning to use on her: ‘This is my trusty little assistant, trade named the Wevibe, a great enabler for one of my odd quirks as a dom. You see, I regard it to be the greatest exercise of domination to force my...subjects...to orgasm while they are being punished. In fact, I often make a certain number of climaxes the required end-point of a spanking, so that its recipient has some sense of control over how much mayhem happens to her most vulnerable private places...isn't that kind of me?’

Elena moaned through her gag, understanding that her handsome Foreman was declaring his dominion over her most personal responses, leaving her to own nothing for herself save the raw reality of her experiences, moment by moment. She tried to say, ‘Yes, Master,’ through her bit, but of course, it prohibited any such clarity of communication. He grinned evilly at her discomfiture, rejoining: ‘Should I punish my disobedient little slave even further for not naming me Master yet again? Perhaps I'll accept an enthusiastic nod as sign enough that she agrees with me, and get on with her afternoon's experiences.’

The gorgeous bound brunette bobbed her head humorously vigorously as her grinning captor slipped the little vibrator inside her vagina to nestle its curve against her G spot, just as designed. This brought the smaller extension to encup her clitoris, equally intentionally. And then he triggered the remote control for the device, and the already almost-climaxing Mistress immediately launched into yet another of the over-the-top orgasms that were rapidly addicting her to this amazing, maddening man. He smiled much more lovingly as he stroked her breasts and bottom and inner thighs gently while she writhed in tightly contained ecstatic spasms until her pleasure subsided.

Then he took up the whip and seated himself cross-legged below her flagrantly splayed rear end while tauntingly dragging the tassels over the vulnerable regions he planned to spank. She watched in mute fascination as his powerful right arm drew back, and then as the thongs sang in the air before lashing into her left buttock skin, which was drawn as tightly as possible by her bondage. Her cry of pain was barely a mewl through the bit, as a quietly observant part of her concurred that Christina was not likely to hear her Mother's cries across the courtyard, either of pain or pleasure, through the formidable gag and the solidly built house walls. So there was nothing more for her to worry about, except, of course, what this cruel, adorable man was going to do to her totally vulnerable body.

Well, what he did was to spank her ass just as fiercely as she had spanked her daughter's, for a full two hundred swipes of the terrible whip. Elena came at least twice during this ordeal, surprised at how much of an additional turn-on being spanked was, not just in its aftermath (as her morning's adventures had amply confirmed). And then, when she thought she could endure no more (as if she had the slightest choice), the whip was discarded. Rafe eased out of his Levis and underwear and produced a tube of lubricant from his pocket, and soon her freshly whipped ass was being fucked again. And again, her orgasms went uncounted and their intensity off the charts, as the sexiness of her plight combined with the actions of the vibrator and the enormous cock pillaging her back passage to transport her to a realm of raw sexual infinity until her Foreman's roaring orgasm ended this phase of her taming.

Rafe opened his eyes to glance lovingly down at the dark-eyed beauty upon whose splayed and doubled sweat-slickened naked body he had collapsed with all of his considerable weight. He murmured: ‘So adorable, my naughty little sex slave, and still so far to go before she earns my forgiveness, as well as her own. Let's get back to work, as these inner thighs and tits need a good working over to drive home the lessons their owner needs to learn about self-control. I believe we'll shift over to the orgasm-driven method of determining length of punishment. We'll whip them until our wicked Elena comes twice, unless that happens before two hundred strokes...’

The thought of that many collisions between the horrible implement and her tender flesh elicited a moan from the sex-sedated Mistress. Her poor ass was throbbing fiercely with each beat of her racing heart, making her feel even more regretful about her loss of restraint while spanking her daughter. She squared herself internally, and nodded to her terrifying new lover, implicitly sending him her consent to proceed with his depredations of her splayed body. He sat back down, now as naked as his subject, and took up the whip and began her next spanking.

The blows were distributed, as was his custom, quite methodically. First, the hollow behind her right knee was lashed, making her cry out into her gag. Then the upper hemisphere of her right breast felt the sting of the tassels, evoking a true howl from her lips at her first experience of direct punishment of that region. Next, the same area of its twin was assaulted, making its owner buck and scream even more enthusiastically. And last the hollow behind her left knee was kissed by the whip, balancing her anguish. Each subsequent round inched higher up her thighs, hurting steadily worse as more sensitive territory towards her groin came into play. And during this first pass each round struck another quadrant of her breasts, until all save the nipples was evenly throbbing and glowing pinkly.

Finally, Rafe was lashing the creases dividing her inner thighs from her pussy, and flicking the whip tassels directly upon Estela's engorged nipples and areoles. This last little fillip of exquisite pain sent a jolt straight to her clit and triggered her orgasm by the hundredth spank. The dom happily whipped away at her nipples alternately with each spasm of her ecstatic release until it subsided and he took a moment's pause. He reached forward to stroke her anguished tear-streaked face and murmured: ‘There, there, little slave, that wasn't so bad, was it? And now you're halfway there...’ And then the same spanking was repeated quite precisely, as was his wont, making his victim howl and buck and squirm as dig her perfect teeth even deeper into her bit with every successive blow to her increasingly inflamed thighs and breasts. As if by magic, around the hundred-ninetieth blow her orgasm broke through, and once again her nipples were lashed mercilessly until her climax subsided. She was left in peace, heart racing, breath rasping, nervous system totally intoxicated by the devil's brew of neurochemicals released by the extremes of pain and pleasure, unimaginably addictive to those with her proclivities.

Her tormentor stroked her lovely face as she calmed, and then gently reminded her: ‘There is one more place...a very special place...the one you would least like to have treated the way your ass and thighs and tits have been...but it must endure its own punishment just the same, do its part to help its owner atone for her sins...we'll only whip it until the naughty little sex slave comes once, and we'll leave in the vibrator, so her clit and the center of her lovely little vaginal iris will be spared, just this once, because I am such a kind Master...’

And then the horrible whip fell directly down her bottom crease, lashing it from clit to anus, sparing only the tiny areas taking refuge under the slender arm and tiny spoon of the external arm of the vibrator. This was the very worst, and her shrieks into the gag and muscular strains against her bonds were of a different order of magnitude than before. But apparently, so was her arousal, as within two dozen spanks to her poor vulnerable crotch our heroine was coming, madly, wildly, shrieking out her pleasure even as the organs that mediated it were being scourged, until at last the whip was cast aside and she was truly freed from pain.

The magical whipsaw of punishment to pleasuring then took place immediately. Rafe slipped the vibrator from his subject's pussy and enveloped the poor inflamed tissues with his mouth, as their owner moaned in relief at the sudden kind touch. Her attention was gradually drawn away from the throbbing of her freshly whipped body parts to the delicious soft sensation of her overwhelming new lover's mouth on her genitalia. Soon he added a finger in her vagina, and then one in her anus, and then she was coming again, wildly, gloriously, her body freed by the annealing fires of her flagellation to soar on waves of erotic bliss.

And then, Estela was treated to the sight of Rafe's sculpted upper body as he supported himself on his ripped arms while nosing his resurgent erection along her splayed nether slit, gathering its ever-effulgent response to virtually anything he did to her. He continued this teasing exploration of her throbbing cunt until she mouthed through her bit: ‘Please...’ and then he took her, driving smoothly into her vagina in one powerful stroke until she was gloriously filled. She lost track of how many times she came during the subsequent delirious infinity of lust, though her brain did register when he transferred his hands from the bed to her tits and began fiercely pinching her nipples. He clearly savored milking further dollops of pleasure from her until at last he groaned out his own release and collapsed atop her once more, both of them sated beyond measure. After a time, his hand lazily undid her gag and tugged it aside, and she murmured: ‘I'm even more in love with you than before you put that in, dearest Master.’