I would only take such orders from Joss, though. The rest of the crew could forget it.
Puss was made to turn around and bend over for everyone to admire her bottom, and her spread lower lips. Nothing of her was hidden. She had become the sum of her sexual parts and any other facet of her was irrelevant.
Poor Puss. Lucky Puss.
My mind could not quite plump for one over the other.
‘Very nice,’ said Voronov. ‘And now we can inspect them more closely. Come over here.’
Puss approached his throne and stood, near impassive, while Voronov gave her a thorough touching up. He squeezed her breasts, rubbed her pussy, then turned her round and smacked her bottom once before sending her along the line.
Each dominant man or woman pawed Puss in every possible way. Some of them pushed fingers inside her, some of them spread her cheeks to take a long hard look at her anus, or even pressed their fingers up against it. No part of her was private – she was the property of Sasha and, by extension, the group.
This initiation was wh
at they had planned for me, too. I felt a little faint at the thought.
Eventually, she arrived in front of Joss and me.
Her shaved pubic triangle was in front of my face. I could smell her juices, her arousal. She was definitely enjoying this, even though her expression was stony blank.
Joss’s gloved hand reached past my head to stroke her flank. I saw her give a little twitch, a quiver. Perhaps, like me, she loved the feeling of leather against her skin. He bent forwards and I heard his trousers creaking, so he could slip his hand around to cup a buttock. It made her totter closer to me, so my face was almost rubbing her crotch.
‘Mm, spread your feet a little wider,’ he said softly.
It was too much to process. Joss was paying sexual attention to another woman, but I didn’t feel at all threatened. I knew he was doing it to fit in, to keep the game going.
I saw her lips part in front of me, saw how deep red they were and how her clit pushed itself out, as if begging for attention.
Joss tapped it, very lightly, with one fingertip, but it made her knees bend and I knew she wanted to moan.
I could hear the pleasure in his breath behind me, but he didn’t keep it up for long. He gave her breasts a perfunctory manhandling then sent her back to Sasha with a slap on her bum.
The hand that hadn’t touched her inside returned to my shoulder, squeezing it slightly as if in reassurance. It wasn’t needed. I wasn’t jealous, if that was his fear. I was too intrigued by far for that.
‘Good,’ said Voronov, nodding his approval at Sasha. ‘She is very obedient, very compliant. You have trained her well. You know the next test, of course. Lord Lethbridge, I hope you are paying attention.’
‘Oh, I am,’ said Joss, having to clear his throat as he spoke.
Sasha didn’t even dignify Voronov’s question with a reply. She was already at the side of the room, dragging a large padded footstool affair to the centre.
‘Up,’ she commanded gruffly, and Puss placed herself meekly over the thing, her stomach flat, head and legs over each side, bottom highly positioned.
I could guess what was coming next.
‘What are you going to use?’ asked Voronov, and he purred with satisfaction when Sasha replied, ‘The cane.’
Watching Sasha select a thin, whippy crook-handled number from an umbrella stand by the door, I was relieved that my turn would not be coming after all. This was no cause for envy – the very sound it made was enough to make me shrivel with dread. I wondered if Joss would ever cane me. He had suggested it would happen one day … perhaps it would … but not yet!
Sasha primed her submissive’s bottom with some quick, light smacks of her hand. I wondered if this helped. Joss’s hand felt so heavy on my shoulder I could almost collapse beneath it. His fingers pinched. He was seriously interested in this.
Sasha finished the warm-up and laid the end of the cane along the centre of Puss’s bottom. She rubbed it left and right for a few tantalising seconds, then tapped it gently. Throughout, Puss made no reaction at all.
‘How many strokes?’ asked Voronov.
‘Six from me, then one each from all of you,’ she said.
There was approving laughter from the mouths of those above my level, including Joss. The git. If he wanted to cane a person, it should be me.