you must tell me about that.’
He let a few drops of the lubricant fall from the bottle on to her pucker. She quivered and tensed.
‘Please,’ she blurted. ‘I don’t mean to be difficult, but could this wait until Ma’am is back in the room?’
‘Of course,’ he said. ‘I’m sorry. I should have thought. But you can still tell me that story, can’t you?’
‘She made me wear it while I was filming a scene in my last movie,’ she said. ‘You’ll have to look out for it, it’s released in a couple of months. I play a Russian princess. You’ll understand why I look especially stiff in one particular scene. Luckily, stiffness was pretty much part of the role.’
Peregrine laughed and patted her bottom approvingly.
Stiffness was pretty much part of my role by now and it was a big relief when Sofia came back with both the paddle and young Julian. He was wearing a harness and collar and Sofia was pulling him on a leash while he crawled after her. He had a butt plug in too, one with a nice horsehair tail. She had him kneel up with his hands out like paws and his tongue out until further notice.
‘Oh, are we ready?’ said Sofia, coming to stand over Celia and supervise the insertion.
‘We were waiting for you,’ said Peregrine.
‘I wouldn’t want to miss it. You’ve done the lube already?’
‘Not properly. I’ll just …’ He started massaging around her anus with a slippery finger.
She was very good, very self-controlled. I think Sofia helped a lot, putting a hand on her neck and soothing her, telling her how well she was doing and to remember her relaxation techniques. I’d have been far less calm with a strange man’s finger up my bum, believe me. But I’m not submissive.
Anyway, he got the plug in, very slowly, and I couldn’t take my eyes off the way she stretched to take it. I was cringing on her behalf – it just looked impossible. But he got it in there in the end and patted her poor red bottom with its black oval marker stuck there between her cheeks.
I really wanted to know how it felt, so I asked her.
‘Very uncomfortable, sir,’ she said. ‘It feels very big and intrusive.’
‘Doesn’t it?’ said Sofia. ‘And it’s going to make your paddling so much more interesting. I hope you’re ready for the paddle, slut, because I’m going to give it to you right there, over Peregrine’s knee. Ten strokes. Are you ready? Hold her wrists, Peregrine. She won’t need it, but I like to see it. Lovely.’
I think it was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Poor Celia, upended over Peregrine’s lap, butt plug in, getting paddled by Sofia while everyone watched. She didn’t take the paddle as well as the strap; she yelled out loud with every stroke, and kicked a bit too. It was obviously painful and I felt a bit guilty for wishing Sofia would give her more than ten. But not that guilty.
Especially when Sofia hauled her up and told her what was coming next.
‘Better give that bum a rest before the cane,’ she said. ‘We don’t want it getting too numb and not feeling every iota of its bite, do we? Let’s have an interlude. Here, you can sit between my legs.’
Sofia sat down and spread her legs. Celia sat between them, perched on the edge of the sofa. She had to bend slowly to seat herself because of the plug and she bit her lip a bit on making contact with the faded chintz.
‘Good.’ Sofia held her in position with both hands on her breasts. She started to pinch and roll her nipples from behind. ‘Now open your legs, slut. Rover!’
This was addressed to Julian.
‘Come and lick her. A good, thorough licking. But remember, slut, you’re not to come.’
Peregrine and I were treated to the display of Julian eating Celia with unholy relish while Sofia carried on teasing and tormenting her nipples. Celia’s face was a picture – she could hardly bear it. If I could have captured that expression and framed it … Ah, God, give me a minute …
Well, the poor girl came, didn’t she? I felt sorry for her. How was she meant not to? I think the fact that Peregrine and I were watching her so intently, taking the odd sip from our drinks now and then, was what did for her. She kept looking at us from underneath her nearly closed eyelids and getting even more into it.
As soon as she started to come, Sofia smacked her breasts hard and said, ‘Bad girl. Rover, leave off. Go to your corner, pup.’
Julian, tail literally between his legs, crawled off out of sight.
‘Chastity belt for you after another punishment tomorrow morning,’ said Sofia grimly. ‘Now get to the middle of the room, bend and touch your toes. Peregrine is caning you and he doesn’t go easy.’
She was right. Peregrine was a master of his instrument. Even before the cane had made any contact with Celia’s backside, I was impressed. The way he swished it and made it snap the air was like some kind of arcane performance art. I made up my mind to ask him where he learnt it, and if he could teach me.
Twelve strokes. You know how much I love watching the welts rise, the white line turn dark, making my mark on my girl’s skin. Watching Peregrine cane Celia, I knew myself and I knew what I was. There couldn’t be any turning back now. This was what I wanted, and I wasn’t going to settle for anything else.