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“If you’re certain she deserves this?”
“Deserves? I’ll let Helena tell you. She loves confessions, don’t you?” Reggie moved in front of the young woman, taking her chin in his hand and lifting it so he could view her piercing eyes with his.
“I don’t know what you mean, sir?” she replied.
“Don’t insult me, wench.”
“But sir?”
“You think you’re clever, but you’re sloppy. There’re traces of you all over the room. And we both know you want to be caught. So tell my friend, Will, exactly what he’s going to punish you for.”
“I…I” she stammered, looking for another way to protest, but two men’s eyes were worse than just one, and she couldn’t find the words to defend herself.
“Tell him,” Reggie ordered, letting go of her chin and backing away.
She hesitated, unsure what to say, then stammered, “I masturbate in here.” Unlike her confession days before, her eyes remained open, though they looked vacant as if her mind was elsewhere. Perhaps in memories.
“You do that how?” Will asked. He smiled and waited for an answer.
She played her part well, remaining coy and hesitant, winsome and quite lovely as she stewed with embarrassment. “I um, I fondle the leather pieces. They…they make me very aroused.”
“The buggy whip too?” Will asked.
“Yes sir.”
“Then go get it, the very one you used on yourself.”
Helena balked again, but not long, seeing the expression of determination on Will’s face. Tiptoeing just as she might have when she’d stolen into Reggie’s office, she made her way to the cabinet, slipped her hand inside and withdrew the implement Will demanded. The buggy whip was three feet long with a thin leather covered shaft and a two inch end with a frayed edge made to bite the skin. Returning to Will, she handed it to him.
“No. You keep it. Show us what you do with it.”
“Oh, but I can’t!” She was visibly shaken at the very idea and nearly in tears.
“Oh, but you will,” he answered calmly.
She looked to Reggie as if he would give her some compassion. Such a futile effort!
“Follow Mr. Kozak’s instructions, Helena,”
The trio froze for an instant of deliberate contemplation, with the young maid holding the buggy whip in her hand, though the way her palms were sweating, she could barely keep it in her grasp.
“You’re aroused now, aren’t you?” Will said, when she failed to move. He moved to her side, lifted her skirt with his hand and let it make a quick journey to find her cunt wet.
The girl bit her lip and winced, as if that would prevent her arousal from showing.
Will backed away. “I don’t take kindly to being put off,” he said, his voice deepening with authority. “Likely I’m more impatient than your employer here. Now show us how you play.”
The truth be known, Helena was a bit smitten with the handsome Mr. Kozak, which made following his command an act she would not ultimately resist—though she did hesitate, as they expected she would.
The two men were experienced enough with submissive females to know that her reticence was as phony as her bowed and cowering expression. Once deciding to obey, she moved to a leather footstool. Lying back against the cold surface, resting her head against the seat of the chair behind it, she raised her skirt to her hips, lowered her panties in a shameless display, and inserted the handle of the buggy whip between her legs and into the damp hole.
She watched them for a moment and then gazed down, lost in her own reverie, as she hammered the thing inside herself. They saw her belly swell, her lips part into a pant, and for an instant knew she was well on her way to orgasm. Happily so. She was getting off on being watched as much as she was the activity in her cunt.
It was at that moment, that Will stopped her.
“Turn over,” he ordered, taking the whip from her hands.
Compliant as a babe, Helena obeyed, showing them her backside, her round bottom, her white thighs and the puckering back entrance. The brazen slut was teasing them.
