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Collected by djian
Divertimenti
by Hecate
Part 1 > Part 2
Part One (FFF, Light BDSM, Span, D/s, hum, nc?)
As the music played, I tried to make my legs do
everything that was required of them, but I knew
it was useless. I was nineteen, twenty in a couple of months,
and I had only really taken up this course to keep my figure
trim. The constant small details insisted on by my
tutor were impossible for me to do. My heart
wasn't really in it. Maybe if I'd had the little
girl's dream of being a ballerina ...
But, I didn't. I had a good upbringing, if a bit
loveless,and was rather pampered. I almost always got what
I wanted.So I fell into the "keep your body nice and maybe
a rich manwill marry you and pamper you instead" frame-of-
mind. Ithought ballet classes would be a more interesting
way ofkeeping supple and lithe. I hated gyms anyway -
too much like hard work.
The class mistress, Claire Stephenson, was an
attractive woman of twenty-eight, and an excellent
teacher. I found her very strict though, and once
or twice I felt she had almost slapped me for
messing up a routine. After each time I found
myself daydreaming about what would have happened
if she had struck me. For the first time in my
life I found that I was attracted to a woman, and,
strangely, because she had almost been about to
hit me.
My dreams began to include a ballet session where
she caned my bottom every time I did something
wrong. Oddly, I felt a warm, sexual feeling
whenever this happened. Several times I woke from
my dream to find my hand stroking my pussy and had
to masturbate to relieve the sexual urge which I
felt.
It was only because of my father's money that I
was able to have the tuition. He had her brought in to tutor
me personally after I had suggested it. I was
beginning to think it was a bad idea!
At last, she stopped the music and dismissed the
pianist, Crystal, who was also my maid. She and I were
alone in the large room in which my father had fitted the
mirror and handrail.
She said that I knew that I would never be a
ballet dancer, and I apologized, saying that I really did it for
the muscleexercises. She sighed hopelessly, and sat down on
a small stool. She said angrily that my father was
wasting his money.
"I think you are a rather naughty girl," Miss
Claire told me with a long sigh, "you waste precious time and
money". I blushed as the teacher chided me.
"If you want exercises to build muscles, take up
gymnastics", she said. "You have a very shapely
body, Susannah, and you need ballet exercises to
keep it that way. Or are you thinking of entering
a Miss Musclebound contest?" she said, sharply.
I think she enjoyed needling me. She was certainly
pleased with the fee my father gave her, but I think that
it vexed her to see me 'murdering' her ballet steps.
As I walked past her, she slapped my butt though
the tight material of the black leotard, and I stopped in my
tracks -- a thrill of strange beautiful delight
went through my whole body!
It was a spontaneous reaction, and one that I had
never felt in my life before. Like my dreams, I
found I almost welcomed it. I looked down at her
in amazement; she had not struck my bottom very
hard, but I found myself wishing that she had ...
"Why ... why did you do that?" I asked in a
trembling voice.
"Perhaps I thought you deserved it," her white,
even teeth showed in a smile.
"Perhaps if you did it more often, I would
improve." I said.
I felt my face burning a deep red. She studied me
with a quizzical expression on her face. She certainly
was a very attractive woman, and I felt a warm glow filling
my tummy as I stood a couple of feet away and looked down
almost adoringly to where she sat.
She reached out both hands and pulled me to stand
immediately before her. Her fingers ran slowly up
the backs of my shapely thighs, small tingling
thrills following in the wake of her gentle hands.
The fine hairs on my legs stood on end as she
slowly caressed them. Then she was resting them
on my buttocks. She squeezed softly and
purposefully. I had never had this happen to me
before, and on the surface I had never thought of
it -- but standing there like that, her hands
reaching up from the seated position gently fusing
eroticism into my behind, made me go into a
trembling heated reaction.
"So," she whispered softly, "the spoilt little
girl likes her bottom smacked, does she?"
"I-I don't know," I choked out in confusion.
"Then let's find out, shall we?" she said, smiling
like a
Cheshire cat.
I stood, blinking back the sensations filling my
whole being. Her hand raised and spanked each
buttock, and a shudder went through me, all the
way down to my crotch. I felt my cunny moisten.
Then she stood up and faced me, her hand under my
chin.
"Well?" she asked in that soft demanding whisper.
"Y-yes, I think so," I said, feeling miserable at
having to admit it.
"I'm very pleased," said Claire, "because that
means I can condition you ... do you know what I
mean?" I shook my head in bewilderment.
"It means, my darling Susannah, that I can get you
in a very responsive mood simply by spanking you.
And you do have a very nice, delightful bottom,
one that should look very nice over my knee --
with the panties down, of course, right down --
and one that I can make nice and warm. Would you
like that?"
"I don't know." I was trembling like a leaf, and
my voice betrayed my deeply sensitive reaction.
"Shall we progress the idea then?"
"If ... if you want to" I choked out.
"Excellent, we have two hours left today; that
should prove all that I want to know". She told
me to go and lock the door. With my body tingling
all over, I did as she instructed.
My mouth was dry, but my body was melting in a
strangely gratifying reaction to her.
In the room we had a high stool, a chair and a low
stool; together with the piano and the pianist's
stool. Claire sat in the chair and beckoned me to
her.
"Would you like to kiss me?" she asked softly.
I started to answer her, but she pulled me down to
where she sat and our mouths joined. It was the
most marvellous thing that had ever happened to
me! I was learning more and more about inner self.
I moaned as her mouth forced mine open, then her
tongue was teaching me more things about another
woman's love than I thought possible. She thrust
her tongue into my mouth, and I was soon in a
state of delicious arousal ...
"Susannah, take your clothes off," she commanded.
Her voice was coolly dominant, and was toned so
that she would countenance no argument.
As she smiled, her attractive face watching me, I
gradually peeled down the leotards. As I reached
my groin, and the material stretched against my
pussy, I saw, and felt, how wet I was. I had no
doubt that she could see the same thing. I
finished removing the leotard and stood naked
before her. I felt slightly ashamed to be exposed
like this. She slapped my hands away from my
throbbing pussy, and then, holding my hands in her
own, made me lift my arms forward from my body.
Her eyes studied the full swell of my bosom, my
nipples standing proud, and then she was studying
the full bush of almost blonde pubic hair.
"Right, turn around," she told me. Awkwardly, I
turned my back on her to show her my curvy bum.
"Very nice. Very, very nice," she purred. Her
hands stroked the voluptuous soft flesh of my
buttocks. I was still very confused, but not
frightened -- my way of thinking had suddenly
undergone a complete shift.
I stood statue-still as Claire's hands felt and
squeezed my backside. Inside, I trembled as a
delicious thrill coursed through my body, and my
head swam with feelings of warmth and desire.
"Do you know my darling, I could get you to do
anything I wanted, couldn't I?" she told me.
Frissons of passion were streaming through my
whole body. Sheer pleasure waves eddied up and
down my tummy. I could feel my pussy moistening even
more.
"Just by making you love what I did; and then ...
by refusing to arouse you. You would have to be
obedient to get me to make you happy -- isn't that
right?"
"Yesss, yesssss Claire, you could make me do
anything you wanted."
I shuddered happily as her fingertips stroked
between my cheeks. I was trembling freely. Not
from fear, but from sweet pleasure as, from
behind, she stroked the soft lips of my cunny. My
lips were swelling, as the blood seemed to rush
between my legs, and my wetness, which she must
have felt, seemed to be becoming a torrent.
"I may not be able to teach you to dance, but I'll
wager that I could get those legs of yours dancing
to a very painful tune as I spanked your bottom --
like this!"
Her hand spanked down onto each of my soft butt
cheeks. Again, peculiar, thrilling, heat filled my
behind, and I found myself being transformed into
a horny slut, who would do anything she said.
"Would you like to go over my knees?" she asked
softly.
"Yesss. Oooh, yes please" I husked.
She eased me right over her lap, my head well down
to one side and my thighs straight out behind me
on the other. Her hands smoothed over the silky
cheeks of my rear, and as she stroked, I felt my
pussy lips tingling with a desire to be fondled.
Then she started thrilling, masochistic, tremors
searing into me as she spanked the cheeks hard and
regularly. It was almost a ritual as she smacked
first one cheek and then the other. As her hand
slapped hard and regularly, so she built up inside
my body an adoring state of worship for her. My
pussy was fully aroused by the painful heat, and I
felt really wet. Too much more of this and I
thought I would climax. I would have never
believed that possible before now.
Soon my legs were kicking about as my bottom
wriggled in furious response to her punishment.
After countless number of spanks I was a burning
mass of crimson butt cheeks. My buttocks were hot
and pain-filled, but the pain and heat seemed to
fuse right into my body to caress my pussy, and
fan an erotic ecstasy.
I had not cried out, but had gasped and moaned as
the wetness flowed inside my sex hole. I was
soaking down there, and when she stood me before
her, my flushed face and glistening pussy told her
how much I had enjoyed the thrilling humiliation
and degradation that she had made me suffer.
"I'm not normally due until two days time. Would
you like me to come back sooner?" she asked with a
cynical smile on her face.
"Oh, yes! Please, please, Miss Claire?" I said
tearfully. I was dying to orgasm, but did not
want her to change her mind. I was desperate for
her to come back -- and to keep coming back.
"Tomorrow?" she teased.
"Yes, that would be marvellous," I agreed. "I
might let you dance naked for Crystal -- how does
that suit you?" Claire leered. My expression told
her that I would prefer not. What I did not know
was that she and Crystal already 'knew' each
other, and that Claire had other plans.
"It depends on you. But, Susannah -- I want
absolutely to have you in a state of full co-
operation and obedience, do you understand?"
I assured her that I did. Her mouth kissed mine
very deeply, her tongue playing with mine, and I
was desperate for it not to stop. But I wanted
her to come tomorrow, so I did not beg, as I would
have done, for her to stay.
That night I masturbated, again and again. It was
not until I had brought myself to a complete and
thorough climax that I was able to get to sleep.
My dreams were terribly erotic. I imagined myself
in all sorts of positions with Claire, at her feet
licking her pussy, bent over the stool as she
thoroughly thrashed my bottom, and more ... I was
so tired I slept right through until the following
midday.
I had a cold shower to wake myself up, and then I
powdered myself as I studied the shapely rounded
bum cheeks in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. I was
surprised that the redness had disappeared;
obviously, her punishment was not as severe as I
had thought and felt it was.
I dressed in a simple bikini, and then covered my
torso with a dressing robe.
At two-thirty she arrived looking, as ever,
ravishing.
Instead of her usual blouse and skirt, she was
dressed in a knee-length black dress which
complemented her hair and complexion. It was
silky and shiny, and had a fairly low-cut v-neck.
I looked at her, and the soft, smooth tops of her
breasts, and thought that she looked good enough
to eat ... and then blushed at that thought!
My father was not coming home that evening, and I
told her so.
"You want me to stay all evening?" she asked,
surprised.
"Yes, yes, please Miss Claire!" I told her
pleadingly.
"Oh, I don't know Susannah, that's a tall order."
she said, frowning.
"Please I'll do anything, I swear," I blushed
uncontrollably.
She told me to take her to my bedroom. My
personal maid had
cleaned it up so that it was fresh. I stood there
as she went to the wardrobe and looked through my
large selection of clothes.
"Do you ride a lot?" she asked, as she handled my
riding gear.
"Twice a week," I told her. "I enjoy the freedom
of being on horseback".
"And the orgasms while your crotch presses into
the saddle, no doubt," she said. I reddened.
She reached down and produced the riding crop. It
was a thin leather switch. She swished it through
the air, and as it
whistled, I blinked back the trembling thrills as
small waves of heat rippled through me.
"How would you like that across your buttocks,
Susannah?" she smiled somewhat cruelly.
"It would hurt awfully," I said softly, my voice
muted by the strange tightness constricting my
throat.
"I know it would. How would you like it across
your bare arse?" she demanded.
"I ... I don't know," I shrugged my shoulders
trying not to reveal the terrible anguish of
masochism attacking my system.
"Do you think I could make you actually beg for
it?" she speculated, her eyes shining.
"I think that you could do anything to or with me
that you wanted to do. I don't think that I could
deny you anything." I said hoarsely. Even my
voice trembled as I stared at her, hungrily.
"We shall have to see," she said, slowly and
meaningfully.
She laid down the crop on the large bed, and then
stood immediately before me. She told me to place
my arms around her neck, and I obeyed happily.
As her lips kissed mine, and our tongues met, I
felt the sexual responses build up inside me. Our
bodies pressed together, and I could feel her
soft, warm breasts pressing into mine. Her hands
went under the dressing robe, slithering sensually
down my back, arousing even my skin, till she was
pushing them beneath the bikini briefs.
Her cold fingers spread out over the full curve of
my bum and I felt the excitement building up
inside me yet again, as thrilling sensations of
pleasure throbbed through my body. She played a
while with my fleshy globes, squeezing and
caressing. Then her hand came around to the front,
and she began stroking me. I felt her playing with
the bushy pubic hair, and then she dipped straight
between my legs, the gusset part of my bikini
briefs pressing her hand hard into my cunny.
She stroked and tickled my clitoris until it was
hard and throbbing. She held my clitoris between
two fingers, and gently flicked with her thumb.
My cunny was soaking, and my labia were engorged.
Then she broke off the kiss, still thumbing my
clitoris, and looked me in the eyes ...
"How would you like me to ass-whip you -- with the
riding crop?" her soft whispering voice asked.
"Anything you like, Miss Claire, anything..." I
was moaning and gasping again, and my crotch was
pushed towards her in eager acceptance of her
softly teasing and caressing fingers.
She smiled lightly. I felt two finger tips dip
into my wet vagina, and she opened me by parting
the fingers slightly. Her thumb was still caressing
my love bud as her fingers moved slowly round and roun
my cunny lips.
I tightened my arms round her neck automatically
as my head went back in exhilarating response to
the terrible, sweetagony of passion that she had
aroused in my pussy.
"Where are my fingers, Susannah?" she asked
softly.
"On ... on my ... cunny," I choked.
"They are playing with your randy little cunt!"
she corrected.
"Yes ... yes, Miss Claire ... they ... are ...
playing with my randy little cunt."
I repeated the words slowly, having trouble with
my voice as she drove my craving higher. Already,
I could barely focus my eyes. She stroked some
more, making my body hot and delirious with
sexuality, my defences broken.
"Where are they now?" she demanded.
"They are inside my cunt -- right inside me. God,
that feels so goooood," I moaned. Her fingers
slid easily into me, as I was so wet. My pussy
was grasping them, and pulsing with desire. I
felt the wetness on my inner thighs as I began to
flood with juice.
"Has your maid ever done this?" she wanted to
know.
"Crystal? No, of course not," I moaned helplessly.
"Then you should make her," Claire said brutally.
"I have never given her a thought. I want only
you," I assured her.
"Supposing I told you that I wanted you to let her
strip you? Suppose I told you that I wanted to
have her in here -- whilst I made you bend over --
and let her see your arse being punished? What
then?"
I opened my eyes and stared.
"Oh no, please, please, that would be too
shameful!" I told her. How could I have an au-
pair-come-maid seeing me like this?
To my dismay and terrible anguish, Claire
slithered her clever fingers out of my quim. The
throbbing ache was awful without her to excite and
direct my sexuality.
"Please don't stop. Please, I beg you!" I gasped
in confused bewilderment.
She said that there was no point in going on, as I
was obviously not prepared to do "anything", as I
had said.
I sat down on the bed and buried my face in my
hands. I was not crying, but I did feel terrible
at the seemingly impossible alternative that she
had required.
I didn't think I could be happy without the
shapely Claire now, not now that she meant more to
me than anyone else that I knew. I said that
Crystal would tell, and would make me a laughing
stock, but Claire said that she didn't think so. I
didn't know, of course, that Crystal already knew.
Her leaving the ballet room before anything had
happened had been planned, as was this.
"Personally, I like the idea of her coming in and
watching you in a state of worship to me. It
would be wonderful to have your proud body in a
state of degrading humiliation and genuflection"
she said, without trying to disguise the pleasure
that she felt in wanting to see me in such
circumstances before Crystal.
I stared at her, dumbstruck, as she put on her
coat in preparation for leaving. She said that
she would write to my father and tell him that she
could teach me nothing more.
"Claire, NO!!" I shrieked as she reached the door.
"Please, please don't leave me!"
"I think this is the best way, Susannah. You can
find plenty of people who would be pleased to warm
your buttocks and look after your sexual needs!"
she said cruelly.
"Please don't, Claire! I'll ... I'll do whatever
you say," I pleaded. I had surrendered completely
and irrevocably.
"Will you now -- like asking Crystal to take your
briefs down? And asking Crystal if you can treat
her like a Mistress; asking Crystal to tan your
bare ass -- all that?"
Claire looked stern as she exacted her price, but
I could see a glint of excitement in her eyes.
I nodded miserably, and capitulated.
"So long as you stay," I sobbed softly.
"Good, then take that robe off," she directed.
"And from now own you will address me as Miss, or
Mistress!"
"Yes, Miss." I murmured, humbly.
I slipped the robe from my shoulders, and stood
only in bra and bikini briefs. She made me lower
the straps of the bra so that only the cups were
holding up the skimpy garment. Most of my high
tilted breasts were revealed now.
"Now wait there!" she told me in a very snappy
tone.
She left the room, and I sat on the dressing table
stool in a complete turmoil.
When she returned, she had the twenty-three year
old Crystal with her.
Crystal was very good looking, with thick red
hair, and quite tall. Now I viewed her with
different eyes. I was
trembling deep inside as Crystal entered the room,
a small vixenish smile playing on her lips. She
looked me over appraisingly, and smiled wider when
she saw that I was almost naked. Without a word,
she came to where I sat.
"On your feet, Susannah," she said domineeringly.
I saw the smile broaden on Claire's face as she
watched my acute discomfort. Without a word,
Crystal pulled the front of my bra down, and my
thrusting breasts sprang free.
My natural reaction was to cover my shapely
globes, but a look from Claire stopped me.
Crystal's hands came up and covered my breasts as
she squeezed them, the nipples throbbing into full
erect knobs of hard flesh. I stood demurely as
she pinched the nipples hard, twisting them until
I grimaced. Despite that, I felt a lusty, sexual
heat as she lorded it over me.
"Put your hands up," Crystal told me.
I reached up, and she took the impeding brassiere
right off my body.
"Now put your hands on your head" she ordered.
My breasts pulled up into relief as my arms
reached up to rest on my crown, then Crystal sat
down before me.
"Ask me -- very nicely, so that I do not get angry
with you -- to take your panties down" smirked
Crystal, as she further humiliated me.
I looked imploringly at Claire, and she nodded
with a smile
on her generous lips.
I managed to get the words out: "Please, Crystal,"
my voice was just a whisper, "please take my
panties down".
Crystal reached over and stroked one finger up and
down the front my sheer briefs. I shuddered at
the pulsating of my clitoris as she stroked me.
"Still sure about that, slut?" she inquired.
"Yes. Yes!" I implored.
Wet your panties, haven't you? They're all soaked
with your juices. That's naughty, isn't it?" she
purred.
"Yes. Please take them off Crystal," I begged.
"Call me Chrys," she said. "But, remember -- you
do as I say."
I closed my eyes as I felt the waistband slowly
slipping down over my smooth tummy. It stroked
across the thatch of my pubic hair, and was then
at my knees.
I felt Crystal's knuckle stroking the thatch of
hair, and small ripples of pleasure swept into my
quim and tummy.
Her knuckle was teasing the apex of my cunny lips,
and my clitoris started to throb in reaction. I
blushed furiously in my shame at having to let her
do this to me, feeling awful that I had to let her
do as she pleased.
Involuntarily, I parted my thighs. Soon she was
deftly, vigorously, stroking the full-lipped
region of my cunt. As two fingers prised the lips
open, her middle finger stroked easily across the
pink inner surface, making my juices run in
flooding rivulets.
She thrust one finger into me, and within a very
short space of time, I was once again thrusting my
cunt forward towards the seated au pair girl.
She was very adept, and I was soon responding
freely and happily to her ministrations of my
cunt. Two fingers slowly pushed in and out of my
pussy, and I writhed and wriggled to the tune she
played.
"Now, how about a little punishment on your arse?"
Crystal commanded.
"Yesss please ... please. I want it. I'll bend
over and beg for it" I assured her.
She took her fingers away, and again I was left in
a state of impassioned sexual hunger.
"Bend over the bed!" barked Chrystal and I meekly
obeyed.
"Open your legs wide!" she snapped. I spread my
knees as far apart as they could go, and she told
me to keep my head right down.
"Now get your ass thrusting up higher ... that's
better," She grinned.
Then they left me like that for a while; my head
well down, my back arched, and my butt thrusting
high with my quim fully exhibited .
Then Claire ordered: "Stroke yourself, so that we
can watch".
I felt humiliated, but couldn't any longer resist.
Claire and Crystal stood there, watching intently.
Bent over, wide-legged and totally exposed, I
caressed my open pussy.
Into my vision came Crystal; she was naked as I.
She placed herself at my head and gripped my hair,
then pulled my face
right down onto her own widely parted crotch.
"Lick ... bitch!" she snapped.
I knew that Claire was standing behind me. She
pulled my hands away from my pussy and pushed them
onto Chrys' breasts. I felt the riding crop
resting across the full stretch of my backside.
Then as she lifted it away, Crystal pulled my head
down onto her wet, glistening cunt lips. I opened
my mouth and tasted the full length of her cunt.
I thrust my tongue about just as the crop bit down
hard and fierce in painful contact with my arse.
I screamed, but it was muffled by the soft lips of
the cunt thrusting into my mouth.
Pain, sweet agonizing pain, filled the whole of my
arse as the crop rose and fell mercilessly on my
cheeks.
I wriggled and squirmed furiously while my tongue
was frenziedly licking Crystal's sweet-tasting
cunt flesh. I carefully licked her outer lips,
and then her clitoris. She insisted that I push
my tongue inside her, and I moved one hand down to
push open her lips, while the other continued to
fondle her breasts and her flint-hard nipples. I
opened my mouth wide and began to dip my tongue
into her sweet honey-pot, further each time.
It went on for some while -- all the time, my head
was held tightly against the hot crotch of the au
pair girl.
I felt my mouth filling with hot, sweet wetness,
and I licked and swallowed the copious flow as my
own tingling cunt responded to the hard pain of
the whippy crop.
Gradually, her hips began to move against my face,
smearing me with her hot, sticky juices. All I
could taste or see or smell was her. As she
approached her climax, I moved my mouth to her
clitoris, sucking on it and flicking it with my
tongue. As I used my right hand to piston two
fingers in and out of her pussy, she began to
come. I created a vacuum with my mouth over her
throbbing clit, and sucked and stroked her clit
hard with my tongue. She bucked against me,
screaming as she came, and then came twice more.
Then Crystal moved away from me, leaving me to
scream and shriek as angry, hot lines striped my
ass.
As my butt got hotter and hotter, Crystal thrust
her finger into my cunt, her thumb stroking my
clit. I came as I had never come before,
collapsing on the bed, my juices flooding out of
me.
I heard Claire talking to Crystal and calling her
"Chrys", which I knew she preferred, while Chrys
kept calling Claire, "Miss". I began to realize the
that I had been "set up" by Claire was obviously already a
"friend" of Chrys's.
Later that evening, I discovered that just being
spanked could make me come, and that I loved
nothing more than to eat out my new Mistress, Miss
Claire.........
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