Sam Ramsey serial, Ep.5. "Submission in the Sun"

Story from Februs 36.

Submission in the Sun
Episode five of the serial by Sam Ramsey

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'Would you like to swim?'

The two women are standing by the side of a small pool whose clear water sparkles invitingly.

'I'd love to. But I forgot to bring anything to swim in.'

'We'll skinny dip! It's completely private, I promise.'

'Great!'

In the heat, both are wearing light summer dresses over minimal underwear, and a few moments later they are naked, their clothes on a stone bench beside the pool. They turn towards each other and the younger woman suddenly gasps as she catches sight of a glint of gold on the other's breasts.

'Sarah! How long have you had that done? You didn't tell me!'

She reaches out to touch the fine rings through the older woman's nipples.

'That feels strange... but they look lovely. You are so brave having them done! Didn't it hurt horribly?'

'Only for a bit: I think I was lucky and they've healed very easily. It was a sort of present for Adam – but it seems to have made me more sensitive, so I'm not complaining! I didn't tell you, as I wanted it to be a surprise.'

The younger woman continues to touch the other's breasts and after a while she leans down and takes one of the rings into her mouth, feeling it with her tongue. A hand toys with the other ring, tugging very gently, pulling the nipple erect.

Sarah sighs. She strokes the straw-coloured head at her breast.

'Oh, Anna... don't stop.'

The garden is quiet until a moan escapes from Sarah's lips. She pulls the girl upright and the two women kiss lingeringly, breasts crushed together, arms wound tightly around each other.

Sarah breaks away, smiling at Anna.

'Shall we swim first or make love?'

Anna grins back, and she pulls Sarah towards her, and the two women collapse on the grass near the pool. They explore each other slowly and gently, until eventually one is lying on the other, head to tail. Hands continue to caress, knowing tongues explore, little sounds of pleasure escape into the summer air.

* * *

'Oh, it is so, so good to see you!'

'You too.'

The women were now sitting on the edge of the pool, bodies glistening with drops of water – Sarah, olive skinned, long legged, bobbed dark hair, startling grey eyes, Anna much younger, slim, pale skinned, her blonde pony-tail now wet and dark.

'So, tell me more about Ben... and about that time you described in your e-mail.'

Sarah and Adam had the use of a large country cottage which belonged to friends who were abroad, and they had invited Anna and her new man Ben to stay for a few days. Anna had been able to come down a couple of days early, but Ben would arrive with Adam at the weekend. The two couples had already met in London for dinner at a restaurant some weeks before, and Sarah had warmed to Ben (some of Anna's previous men had been distinctly unsatisfactory, she thought); so now she was looking forward to the weekend, especially after getting Anna's intriguing message.

'Oh, that e-mail!' Anna said, looking slightly embarrassed. 'I don't know – I must have been feeling really frustrated and randy when I sent that. Ben was away for a while...'

'Don't worry, I liked reading your confession! Anyway, it's lovely how we've always told each other everything. So tell me again, tell me more.'

Anna laughed. 'You are a dreadful woman! So what do I get if I do tell you?'

Sarah's answer was to slip gracefully back into the pool, and surface again in front of Anna. She eased apart the pale legs dangling over the side and began nuzzling inside the girl's slim thighs. Anna sighed contentedly. Since they had first made love a couple of years before, the two women had quickly discovered that Anna, once aroused, could come repeatedly; and Sarah (who herself took a long time to be ready for a second orgasm) delighted in the girl's ready responsiveness to her love-making.

'OK. OK, I give in,' said Anna, after a minute or two had passed, the older woman's teasing tongue shooting more little stabs of pleasure through her. 'I'll tell you again...'

'It was about three weeks ago – just after the four of us met in that restaurant. Well, you know that the sex between Ben and me has been going really well – he's something both macho and sexy and really tender at the same time. But until then, it was all quite straight, all rather innocent really. Except that a couple of nights previously, his hand had strayed to my bumhole and stroked it a bit and I'd pressed back on his finger so he must have known that I was enjoying it and willing to go further. But Ben didn't do or say anything more then.'

'Anyway, the night I'm telling you about, we'd been out to dinner again and I was dressed up in very high heels and my little black dress – you know the one – and I was looking really good, though I say so myself! Well we went back afterwards to my place, and straight away began to make love. Ben laid me down face down on the bed and started massaging and stroking my back – which you know I really tike. And after a while, I was getting turned on and Ben was kissing down my back, further and further, then he was licking down my bum cheeks and licking between them. Which was really lovely, and I told him so...'

Anna broke off for a moment, distracted by the woman's tongue searching out the same place. She shifted her position on the side of pool, spreading her legs wider. Sarah returned to her sweet caresses.

'After a while Ben tells me to stay where I am, still on my front, and to shut my eyes. He gets up from the bed and I can hear him looking for something in the pocket of the trousers he's thrown over the chair; then he comes back and kneels across my legs. Suddenly I feel this big squirt of lube, then lots more, and he starts working it around with his fingers, and soon, a finger is straying inside my bum. I really relax into it, and it feels so good. Then after quite a while, I'm getting so wet and he moves above me, and at last I feel his hard cock. He presses down, and I press back and open up to him, and then he's into me – for the first time with Ben like that. Oh Sarah, it felt really great, in fact the nicest that way ever.'

'Ummm...' Anna added, distracted again, as Sarah's probing finger now penetrated her. 'That's not so bad either!'

Then was silence by the pool for a moment, then Anna continued, her voice darker, quieter with the mounting sexual excitement.

'Well, Ben was really into it too, for he came quite quickly. And it was lovely afterwards as well. When you've just done something like that with a new man, you can fell embarrassed. But not with Ben. It felt just right. And so we showered together, and then he went down on me and made me come beautifully. We cuddled up after for a long time, and that's when I thought, 'Now's the moment.' So, I said, in a little-girl voice, 'I'm been very naughty, letting you take me like that.' And Ben grinned at me, and said I certainly had been naughty, especially as I obviously wasn't a virgin that way. So I asked him if he'd like to punish me. Ben looked at me for a while, and then he said, very quietly and a bit hesitantly, 'I think I'd like that.'

'So, I opened the drawer in the chest next to the bed, got out the tawse that you and Adam bought me and I gave it to Ben. He was obviously a bit surprised that I had such a thing but I just smiled sweetly. I put my shoes back on and went to stand up in front of my dressing table, to he could see my face in the mirror. So there I was, teetering on my highest heels, leaning forward with my hands on the edge. Then Ben took up the tawse and starting teasing me with it, little stings on my bum.'


'At least, I thought that was what he was doing. And after some minutes of this, I was almost crying with frustration and desire – I positively wanted to be struck hard to put an end to all the teasing. I was wriggling and sighing but he didn't get the message. And then suddenly I felt shy. I don't know why, but I just couldn't ask Ben to tawse me harder. But he was obviously enjoying it! He was rampant again, and it was wonderful watching him in the mirror. Finally, I just turned around and dropped to my knees and started sucking his gorgeous cock. And then, at the end...'

Anna paused. Sarah who had been nuzzling her thighs and tummy, returned to lick the open flower of the girl's half-shaven pussy, her finger exploring below.

'I didn't tell you this in my e-mail but I so much wanted to do something especially submissive for Ben, something I'd never done for anyone else. And at the end, just as he was coming, I pulled back so he'd come over me, over my face. So there I was, my bum tingling, kneeling at his feet like a porno queen, streaked with his come, a surprising amount for his second time that night. You might have thought I'd feel silly or worse: but it was simply... simply...'

Her voice drifted away as Anna began to concentrate on the sensations radiating through her body. Sarah's tongue and finger moved faster. A couple of minutes later, an orgasm shook the girl's body – the older woman felt the ripples of it as the muscles gripped her finger, deep in Anna's dark star, and she heard the girl cry out.

* * *

Later, the two women were sitting next to each other by the pool again, their arms round each other's waists.

'And have you tried playing more punishment games with Ben since the first time, or talked about it?' asked Sarah.

'No – and I so want to...'

'Well, we'll have to see about that!' laughed Sarah.

So, that evening, white Anna was showering, Sarah quietly phoned Adam and suggested one or two things that he might pack when he came down for the weekend.

* * *

Ben was standing in the kitchen, mixing more drinks, already feeling slightly drunk.

He had arrived with Adam late the previous afternoon (they had arranged to meet in London and travel down on the same train) and the four of them had gone out for a meal in a local country pub, which had been extremely relaxed and enjoyable. Then in the morning, which had been dull and overcast, Anna had driven him into the nearby country town and they had explored the narrow back streets and the ancient church. But when the sun broke through and the temperature began to soar again they had headed back to the cottage.

Adam and Sarah were just going out to the pool when they arrived so Ben had gone inside the cottage to get changed. The other three were already splashing around as he ran out to the garden again and jumped into the pool. He saw that the two women were both topless but it was a few moments more before he discovered that in fact neither was wearing even a tiny thong; and then moments later, stealing another appreciative glance at Sarah's brown body, Ben caught the glint of gold at her nipples and realized that she was prettily pierced.

After a while the four had got out of the pool and Ben had watched the two naked women oil each other's bodies. He had felt the strong sexual charge between the women as their hands gently massaged each other; yet it would have been difficult to say how their actions went beyond the sweetly sisterly. Perhaps a little sensuous movement here, an almost inaudible catch of the breath there. Ben found this suppressed eroticism incredibly arousing.

Then the women sun-bathed. Ben found himself stealing glances at Sarah's body as she lay on her back beside him. She smiled at him as she put more oil on her breasts, and teased him by running her hands particularly slowly, languorously, across the gold rings, making her nipples stiffen visibly.

It was at this point that Adam had suggested that the two men went inside to make more drinks. They stood by the window chatting easily, occasionally glancing outside at the women. Anna had moved nearer to Sarah and they were laughing together. And then suddenly, the two women started kissing passionately and they rolled over together, embracing, limbs in a tangle.

The men watched for a while, enthralled.

'How very naughty they are!' Adam grinned at Ben. 'I do think they may be asking for a little punishment...'

Ben looked a bit startled.

'Here, you take these drinks out,' continued Adam, 'I'll bring what we need!'

Adam left the room for a moment and returned carrying a light two-pronged tawse, a thin cane and two pairs of very high-heeled, strappy sandals in one hand and a small bag in the other. Ben looked at what Adam was carrying and paused with drinks tray. Adam caught the other's look and asked, 'Ben, are you on for this? We can forget about it if you like.'

But after a moment, Ben smiled back and nodded. The two men walked out into the garden together.

Sarah was lying on her back, with Anna on her hands and knees, a breast in Sarah's mouth as she kissed the other's erect nipple. The women looked up as the men approached; Anna shuddered with pleasurable anticipation as she saw what was in Adam's hand.

* * *

Sarah was now balanced on her highest heels, her bum thrust out provocatively, leaning forward with her hands resting on the warm metal of the sundial on top of a column by the pool. She was looking into Anna's eyes as the girl stood on the other side of the column, her hands grasping Sarah's.

The men walked round, admiring this tableau of submission. Then Adam picked up the tawse and stood behind Sarah. The women grasped each other's hands more tightly as Adam raised his arm...

The tawse swished down onto Sarah's proffered behind; she felt the impact, then the so-familiar blaze of hot sensation; but there followed, too, the quick realization that Adam had in fact not struck her very hard. After a pause, a second stroke bit into her pretty arse; but the fire was bearable, welcome even as the beginning of a release from the sexual tension that had been building up over the last hour. Adam was obviously thinking of the whole scene as a tactful demonstration to Ben of how hard to tawse his compliant but still rather inexperienced lover, and was holding back from his usual stern testing of Sarah's limits. Sarah was amused to think how much more fiercely she and Anna had explored each other in their private love-making, and she smiled reassuringly at the girl, squeezing her hands.

Adam passed the tawse to Ben, who gave it a few tentative swishes through the air, then positioned himself behind Anna who slowly bent her head and thrust out her behind into an even more enticing curve. Her young lover tried a couple of experimental taps of the leather against her bum. Then, as Ben copied the older man, the instrument descended in earnest for the first time. Anna moaned and cried out, partly because of the little blaze of pain and partly to excite Ben, who quickly flicked the tawse down hard a second time.

Ben handed back the tawse to Adam, who rearranged the women a little so they each stood nearer the column of the sundial, their arms overlapping, their leaning heads near enough for their lips to touch. They began to kiss passionately; and Sarah readied herself, pushing out her beautiful behind again; twice more, the tawse descended, its fierce caress igniting the fires in her, her moans stifled by Anna's kisses. She was now intensely aware of every sensitized nerve-end in her bottom. Anna's open-mouthed passionate kisses were making her melt.


It was Anna's turn to give herself again, to submit to Ben – two more blows, a little harder. She moaned now, as Sarah kissed her hungrily.

Ben went to pass the tawse back to Adam, but Adam shook his head.

'No, you do Sarah as well this time.'

Sarah glanced at the two men, then bowed her head meekly.

'May I?' she heard Ben say a moment later.

'Of course.'

Sarah held herself in readiness; but the leather didn't descend immediately; instead, she felt a hand – Ben's hand – gently caress one of her breasts and then touch the ring through her nipple.

'You can pull the rings gently,' Adam said.

Ben must have put down the tawse for a while, for two hands were on her breasts, fingers playing with the rings. The feeling was wonderful and Sarah flooded with wetness; she and Anna held each other's gaze as the ripples of pleasure went through the older woman.

Ben's hand gently ran over the raised marks on Sarah's behind, and she again shuddered at the sensation. Then – too soon, too soon! – Ben picked up the fiery-tongued strap.

'Two more, a little harder,' said Adam.

Sarah bit her lip to stop herself yelping as two fiercer strokes descended on her behind. She leaned on the sundial panting, the lashes of her closed eyes moist; she felt Anna tenderly kiss her eyelids.

'And one last one for Sarah... harder still this time.'

Anna leaned forward to kiss Sarah again, and the older woman slowly offered herself again – and cried out as the pain coursed through her, burning, thrilling, melting, hurting.

A moment out of time as the sensations overwhelmed her. Then Sarah was aware that Anna was being beaten by Ben again, and she returned kisses as the girl gripped her arms, her face registering each stripe, her expression so ambiguous between pain and pleasure. Sarah watched Ben's fierce concentration as he plied the tawse at Adam's encouragement, three, four times until finally, Anna cried out and burst into tears.

* * *

The two clung to each other for a long moment, recovering as the men gazed at the erotic sight of two beautiful women, their behinds aflame. Then Sarah slowly stood op. She looked at Ben, and smiled at him. An image suddenly entered her mind, of leaning on the sun-dial, kissing Anna again, this time as each of them was vigorously fucked from behind by the other's man. A time would come, she was sure, when the four of them would swap partners like that; but not today, not this first time.

Ben was moving to hold and caress Anna, but Adam stopped him. 'No, not yet... her ordeal isn't quite over!'

Adam reached down to the bag lying next to the unused cane. 'We'll play with the cane tomorrow; but for now...' He took some soft rope from the bag and taking Anna's hands he gently tied them together and then looped the rope over a branch of the tree near the pool, so that the girl was standing, her arms above her head, unable to rob the throbbing pain in her sweet bum. She looked quite wonderful, her breasts raised, her legs taut from her high heels.

Adam took two items from the bag and handed then to Ben, gesturing towards the bound girl. Ben nodded, and walked over to the girl. He bent to kiss her and she raised her face to him. Then he turned her around. She wriggled as the cold lube was spread between her cheeks; then she moaned with a mixture of discomfort and delight as the shiny black rubber butt-plug slowly violated her. Ben hugged and kissed the girl again, and stroked her burning behind, pressing the plug into her. Anna's every nerve end there was alive, the sensation unbelievably intense.

After a minute, Sarah walked over to the couple and took Ben's hand.

'Leave her for a moment.'

Sarah led the younger man back to the loungers by the pool where the drinks were set down, and poured him and Adam another glass. Adam lay back, drinking in the vision of Anna in her bondage. Sarah encouraged Ben to lay back too, then she knelt beside the young man. She whispered to him, 'You must go and make love to Anna in a minute... but slowly, very slowly, and giving her the most pleasure you can, to make up for what she's been through.'

Sarah's hand ran down Ben's chest, over his flat stomach to the bulge in his swimming shorts.

'Hmmm... you are far too excited to pay proper attention to her. Let me slow you down!' Sarah felt his hardness – and then, before he could respond, she pulled down the band of his shorts to release Ben's cock, and bent her head down.

Ben shot a startled look at Adam, who grinned encouragingly back; then a look of guilty pleasure at Anna, who gave him a wry, complicit smile. Sarah's mouth was hot round his cock as she sucked, gazing into his eyes as she did so. He reached down so that he could feel Sarah's breasts and play with her rings. He gave himself up to pleasure.

* * *

A little later Adam and Sarah were in their room.

'It was wonderful out there...' she said.

'I know.'

'I felt so... so wicked! I so much wanted to make love to all three of you at once.'

'Shhhh. One day...'

They kissed passionately.

Sarah was the first to break away. She walked across the room to the chest of drawers and reached into the bottom drawer, burrowing under the clothes there, until she found what she'd hidden. She then ceremoniously laid on the bed the three items she'd retrieved.

No words were said. No words needed to be said. The slow ritual that followed was one that had been played out often before. Sarah kneeled on the bed and Adam placed the ball-gag in her mouth and adjusted the strap behind the woman's head. Then Sarah, still kneeling, knees wide apart, turned around to face her man. She picked up the vibrator from the bed, turned it on, and began to circle it around her very core. Adam watched intently until a sigh escaped from Sarah's lips. And then, as if on a signal, he picked up the third item from the bed, a whip with a carved wooden handle and thin soft leather strands. A moment's pause, and then Adam brought the whip down on the masturbating woman's breasts.


Faint sounds carried through the open window into the still summer afternoon as the tails of the whip played over soft skin. The older couple could catch the sighs and movements of Anna and Ben's love-making by the pool. Anna was beginning to moan aloud, as Ben's head was between her thighs. So they didn't hear Sarah's muffled cries as she writhed, in pain, in pleasure, stimulated beyond endurance, and then melted in a final orgasm.

Sam Ramsey serial, Ep.4. "A Strange Dynamics"

Story from Februs 33.

A Strange Dynamics
Episode four of the serial by Sam Ramsey

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When Adam left his conference over a day early, and returned home unannounced, a stunning sight greeted his eyes as he quietly let himself into the house, sounds of arrival masked by the loud beat of old seventies numbers.

A pretty young girl, straw-coloured hair down her back, stood in the living room in very high heels, her breasts barely held by a tiny bra, her buttocks parted by the thong of her knickers. Across her behind, faint but unmistakable, were the residual marks of a recent caning. She was agitated, breathing hard, aroused. In one hand, she held a whip, which was curling across the slim behind of the woman leaning over the back of a sofa. That woman was Sarah, Adam's wife. A fine tracery of marks covered her back, extending even to her breasts. Sarah was grimacing, in pain, in pleasure, for the girl's other hand played between her thighs, frigging her fast. He recognized the signs; the older woman was near to coming. The whip swung again. Lighter, stimulating her breasts.

'Oh yes... just there.' And again.

Adam coughed. 'I see that when the cat is away...'

* * *

No, dear reader, there was not an instant orgy! Rather, there were cries of surprise, alarm, tears, and it was some time before order and quiet returned to the room.

For Adam, when the initial shock and excitement of witnessing that erotic tableau was past, the main feeling was one of tremendous relief. He knew very well that Sarah had been hiding something from him for at least the last couple of months; he had sensed her sexual withdrawal, and had feared that she had become involved with another man. But if this was the cause of her distance, a lesbian entanglement with a young girl, then it that was something he could cope with, and even take pleasure in.

Sarah was initially upset by the girl's evident distress at being caught in their perverse play. But then, when Anna calmed, Sarah too felt as if a weight had been lifted from her life. As she had fallen deeper and deeper in love with Anna, she had felt many pangs of guilt about the damage to her relationship with Adam. She knew that she had been distant and cool, which must have hurt and upset him; yet she couldn't quite bring herself to confess all, although part of her badly wanted to. The strength of her feelings had shaken and disturbed her. And in particular, Sarah had not come to terms with her discovery that she had deeply enjoyed inflicting on the young girl the kind of sensuous pain that she so often herself received from Adam's hands. But for this now to come out into the open, for her to be able to be straight again with Adam, would be a great relief.

It was Anna who was most distressed. She was half frightened, half angry, imagining that Adam's early return had been set up by the older couple. Had Sarah betrayed what Anna had taken to be a passionately sincere relationship; had she – horrible thought! – been treating the girl as a mere diversion to spice up a marriage? It was soon clear, though, that Sarah and Adam were each as much taken by surprise as she was. And Anna saw Sarah's genuine concern for her and felt her protectiveness. But still, for a while she was quite shocked, and felt a confused mixture of shame and boldness in front of Adam.

* * *

Later, near midnight, the three were sitting in the kitchen, the remains of a small supper on the table. Anna had to admire the way Adam had coped with the situation. He had been tactful and charming, and made her feel at ease remarkably quickly. Now she found herself curled up on a bench in the kitchen with her feet tucked under her, covered in a rather elegant silky wrap of Sarah's, laughing as he explained how his conference had turned out to be such a disaster, and why he'd returned home early.

They all sat round the table for another hour, as Adam chatted on, finding out how the two women had met, where Anna was at university, what course she was doing, and so on. She warmed to him, and could see why he and Sarah were so suited. And in turn Adam, looking past the girl's evident physical appeal, quickly recognized what Sarah had found so attractive, Anna's strangely alluring mixture of worldly wisdom and vulnerability, innocence and experience.

'Right,' said Adam a bit later, 'I'm to bed; it's been a very long day, so I'll sleep in the study. You look after Anna,' he added to Sarah, hugging her goodnight, and smiling at the young girl as he left the room.

The two women sat up a little longer, talking: then Sarah took Anna's hand, and they went up to the bed they had shared for the last two nights, and innocently cuddled each other to sleep. Sarah woke in the middle of the night, and gazed at the girl sleeping peacefully, her face lit by the silver light from the window.

'I do so love her,' she whispered to the watching moon.

* * *

'Will you stay another day?' asked Adam.

The three were back in the kitchen again, having a long late breakfast.

'We could go into the city when you are ready, then there's a late afternoon movie at the independent cinema that I'd really like to catch, and afterwards we could eat out...'

Anna looked at Sarah hesitantly.

'Yes, do stay,' Sarah encouraged.

Anna hesitated again. A vision flashed through her mind, of the three of them entwined naked: she knew what staying might lead to. But the other two were both smiling at her with open, friendly faces. Suddenly, she grinned back.

'I'd love too.'

So they went into the city centre. Anna hadn't yet seen the cathedral, so the older couple showed her round; and for a while they all sat listening to a fine choir rehearsing for a concert later that day. Then they split up, with Sarah and Anna going off shopping together: as they parted on the cathedral steps, Sarah whispered to Adam a suggestion of something to buy for Anna. Adam smiled broadly.

'A wicked idea,' he murmured back, 'I'm truly shocked if that's what you've been thinking while we've been admiring the music!'

Sarah punched him playfully, and taking Anna by the hand the two women walked off towards a row of rather classy small shops nearby.

An hour or so later, having bought Anna a pair of distinctly sexy high-heeled evening sandals, and both tried on some dresses, the women were in a up-market lingerie shop.

'Let me help choose some really pretty things, Anna; I'll like to buy you some.'

'You mustn't; you've bought me too much already,' said the girl, as she touched a French lace bra longingly, but you could tell her heart wasn't in the refusal.

So they selected together some of the filmy garments for Anna, and Sarah picked out a few things for herself and they went into adjoining changing cubicles to try on the bras. Sarah pulled back the curtain separating the little cubicles.

'Did you see how the shop girl was looking at you?' Sarah asked in a teasing whisper.

'What do you mean?' Anna replied, though she'd noticed the girl – very pretty, small features, with cropped dark hair, elegantly but simply dressed all in black in a tight T-shirt and tight trousers. She'd felt the girl's gaze as she had walked round the shop.

'I think she fancies the pants off you!'

'Hush! She'll hear! Don't be ridiculous.'

'You are blushing!'

'Oh, shut up!' Anna couldn't help laughing. At that moment, she was topless, standing in her jeans, her hair a bit dishevelled from having pulled a jumper over her head. She looked utterly beautiful. Sarah suddenly drew Anna towards her and kissed her hard. For a moment, the younger woman tried – not very seriously – to pull away, but then melted into the kiss, and put her arms around Sarah. There was a slight gap in the curtains at the front of the cubicle, and the pretty shop assistant was just outside, quietly tidying one of the racks: she noticed the embracing women through the gap, and caught Sarah's eye over Anna's shoulder. Slowly, deliberately, as Sarah held the shop girl's gaze, she bent to kiss one of Anna's erect nipples...

Meanwhile. Adam had collected the car and driven out to a trading estate on the edge of the city, his destination a new large sex shop that had recently opened there. He'd not been to the shop before, but he located it easily enough, though it was discreetly hidden behind one of the big stores. And he quickly found what Sarah had so wickedly suggested he should buy for Anna – a light two-tailed tawse (the tawse was, Sarah had often said, her favourite instrument to submit to, offering so many gradations of sensation from teasing tingling strokes, through exciting stings, to penetrating tongues of fire). His main errand accomplished, Adam looked round the rest of the large shop. There was the usual display of tawdry lingerie, vibrators of every size and colour, row upon row of videos... Nothing really appealed.

But then, slightly hidden by a rack of magazines, he suddenly saw something on a stand by itself. Adam swallowed hard as he inspected what he'd found more closely – it was intricate, rather well made, strikingly obscene. He tried to imagine Sarah with it. What would she think if he bought it? What would Anna think? Would they be excited or think it too perverse? Adam hesitated a long time. It cost the better part of a hundred pounds. But part of him knew full well that he would regret it for ever if he didn't take the plunge and risk the purchase. Finally, Adam took out his credit card and approached the counter.

* * *

The three met up later as arranged, went to an early show at the cinema, and then to Adam and Sarah's favourite cafe bar. They ate an enjoyable meal and Sarah teasingly flirted with both Adam and Anna. They pretended not to notice and tried to carry on an animated conversation about their favourite film-makers.

'I'll get another bottle of wine,' said Sarah. 'It's not fair; I'm driving,' complained Adam.

Sarah giggled. 'Hmmm. Maybe I'll make it up to you later.'

Adam caught Anna's quizzical eye, raised his eyebrows, and went back to their discussion, as his wife weaved her way to the bar.

It was mid-evening before the three finally collected the car, the women now mildly and very happily drunk.

'We'll sit in the back,' Sarah said to Adam, pulling Anna in after her. And in the rear-view mirror as he drove home, Adam caught glimpses of his passenger snatching a kiss.

'Keep your hands off each other, you wanton women!' he teased.

Anna stuck her tongue out at him in the mirror, and continued kissing Adam wife.

* * *

'Are we going to show each other our purchases, then?'

The three were now in the living room again, the room lit by candles scattered around, the remains of another bottle of wine on the table (though this time, Adam had drunk the main share).

'What's in your mysterious bag, Adam?'

'That's for later, perhaps: you two show me what you bought first.'

'Shall we show him, Anna?'

The girl paused: this was the moment of decision, she knew. Then she got up, pulling up Sarah by the hand.

'Come on then!'

The two women left the room, Sarah putting a CD on the player as she left; they returned a few minutes later. Anna was wearing her new evening sandals, black hold-up stockings, and a very pretty lacy black bra, with matching panties cut high on her thighs. Sarah, balancing on even higher heels, was similarly dressed – the two women had bought the identical, very expensive, lingerie. They sashayed down the room hand in hand to the music, and Adam burst into applause. They gave another couple of turns around the room, struck model-girl poses, and then went out again. A moment later, Sarah returned in another outfit, this time in white – cool and elegant. Adam tried to catch her as she swayed past, but she escaped him with laugh and posed some more, and then called out to Anna, who came back in her other purchases, long bare legs topped by small thong-backed knickers, then an almost transparent lacy white bra. The effect was somehow both girlish and sexy, both innocent and intensely provocative. She too paraded up and down as if on a cat walk, until Sarah took her hand and the women stood side by side, an arm round each other's waist.

'You both look quite beautiful,' said Adam, for once lost for more eloquent words. 'I've bought you something, Anna. I hope you'll like it. It was Sarah's idea... Shut your eyes!'

He reached into his bag, and brought out the tawse, and placed it in Anna's outstretched hands.

'I can feel what that is!' she cried after a moment, and opened her eyes. She grasped it, as if weighing it, and then flicked it through the air a few times.

Adam caught Sarah's eye, and motioned her towards the sofa. The woman lent over the arm. Adam tugged at her knickers, baring her buttocks.

'You must try it out,' he said to Anna.

'Can I?' she asked the older woman.

Sarah was silent, simply pushing out her beautiful behind. Anna raised the tawse and flicked Sarah's buttocks. And then again, and harder again. The buttocks flattened slightly and the woman gasped.

Then more strokes. Anna walked from side to side to change the angle of her strokes.

'You can be a bit fiercer than that,' said Adam.

And the girl plied the tawse again, planting a fiery kiss on the older woman's bottom. It was a light tawse, an instrument that would sting and bite but not deeply hurt.

'Yes, like that: give her six more like that.'

And Adam counted aloud as Anna cracked down the tawse on the reddening behind. The girl paused long between strokes as if savouring every moment. But eventually,

'Five.'

Sarah gasped as her buttocks flattened again and sprang back. Anna was breathing more heavily, her breasts rising and falling as she raised her arm for the last stroke.

'Six.'

Sarah cried out and involuntarily reached behind her to rub her arse.

'Hmmm. I think maybe you should kiss that better, Anna.'

And Adam lay some cushions on the floor, and taking Sarah's hand, laid her face down on them. Anna knelt behind the woman and leant over, touching the reddened flesh with delicate licks and kisses. Sarah soon began sighing with pleasure as the knowing tongue caressed her. Adam watched the women for a while, then quietly he asked Sarah to turn over. She did so, lay back languorously and spread her legs. And Anna, knowing what was expected of her, resumed the ministrations with her tongue but now at Sarah's moist core. Anna's beautiful thonged buttocks, raised as she bent between the woman's thighs, were quite irresistible. Adam picked up the tawse and laid it gently on the girl's behind. There was no murmur of dissent as she continued her licking. So still very gently, Adam caressed and touched Anna for the first time, not with his hand but with tingling, teasing strokes of the leather.


The woman lying back on the cushions began to moan as the girl's tongue probed and thrilled; and as Sarah's excitement mounted Adam began to make the strokes of the tawse less teasing, harder. Muffled sighs started from the girl between Sarah's thighs. Anna continued her licking, and Adam his fiery caresses. The girl softly moaned and hearing the sighs suddenly triggered Sarah's orgasm; she cried out and Adam simultaneously cracked the tawse in fierce final heat on the young girl's proffered behind.

* * *

A pause for recovery, for more drinks. Then Adam said, hesitantly, still not able to predict the women's reactions, 'I've something for you too, Sarah.'

'Hmmm, your mysterious package, eh? Well, are you going to show us now?'

Adam drew a box out of the bag, and laid it on the coffee table. There was an illustration on the lid. Sarah's eyes widened as she saw it.

'Oh my god, that's... that's obscene,' she gasped as she took the box and looked more closely. She swallowed hard, fascinated.

'What is it?' asked Anna, 'Let me look! Oh fuck... that is obscene. You're a pervert, Adam!' She laughed. Then, to Sarah, 'Go on, open it then, you must, you must...'

Sarah opened the box, and drew out its contents and held them up.

'Shall I...?'

'Of course,' the others chorused.

'Turn round then, both of you, don't watch.'

So Adam and Anna turned away; the man drew the young girl to him and started caressing her back, and his hand wandered down, down to slim buttocks, hot under his hand from the tawsing.

'God, you feel gorgeous!'

'Thank you, kind sir,' Anna simpered teasingly. She added, more quietly, 'Don't stop; that's really nice...'

Moments passed. Then, 'You can turn round now.'

So they did. Sarah was facing away from them, her back now crisscrossed by narrow black leather straps, with more straps buckled around her waist and diagonally across her buttocks. Then, slowly, she turned round. Straps framed her breasts and crossed her flat stomach and gathered at her crotch, and there, springing from the leather harness at her groin, proudly erect, rose a realistically sized phallus.

There was a stunned silence in the room as the two others drank in the sight.

'That's incredible,' said Adam.

'Wow...' said the girl.

'I'm glad you are impressed!' smiled Sarah, striking a pose, and then teetered around the room on her stilettos. She reached Anna, who held out her hand and touched the phallus.

'Oh. That's... nice. I thought it would be all hard and cold, but it's soft on the outside and warm.

The two women embraced. Anna feeling the phallus pressed against her.

'God, that feels sexy.'

The two women, arms tight around each other, started kissing. After a while, they parted.

'So, Sarah, are you going to use your new cock?' Adam reached into the bag again, and brought out the last item in it, a small bottle; he opened it and spread a little of the lube on the phallus.

Anna removed her lingerie and lay down again on the cushions and spread her beautiful slim legs akimbo; Sarah kneeled before her and gently placed the tip of her phallus at the entrance to Anna's core. She moved forward a little, Anna lifted her hips, and then the girl was penetrated. She sighed, and the two women rocked together, and with each stroke more of the phallus disappeared inside Anna. The women gazed into each others eyes and their bodies got into a slow sensuous rhythm of love-making. No words were necessary. Adam could see that Sarah was transported by the experience of pleasuring the young girl in this way that was simultaneously so natural and yet unnatural. And Anna was plainly being turned on again, making little sounds of enjoyment; her hands explored the contrast between the black straps and hard little metal rings framing Sarah's body and the soft skin between.

Adam, watching intently, was suddenly struck by a new thought, and got up, and carefully reached down the large heavy mirror over the fire place and leant it against a cupboard door.

'Anna,' he said quietly but in a firm voice that would brook no denial, 'get on your knees in front of the mirror; and Sarah, you now take her from behind.'

The two women disentangled and rearranged themselves. The phallus, now glistening, began to penetrate Anna from the new angle, and the girl sighed quietly once more. Sarah began to rock her hips again.

Then Anna understood why Adam had rearranged them. For in the mirror, she saw him reach for the cane from where she now knew it was kept; and she realized that while there had earlier been a tangle of legs, now Sarah's behind was a perfect target. She saw him rest his hand on Sarah's shoulder, raise the cane, pause, and then swish it down towards her lover's buttocks. At the moment of impact, Anna felt the phallus jolt inside her, and saw Sarah's face screw up with the pain as a moan escaped her lips.

'Frig yourself as you watch Sarah take it,' Adam instructed the girl. And propping herself up on one hand, she reached down with the other and began fingering herself. The two women locked gazes in the mirror, and Adam began to ply the cane again, slowly and quite hard.


With each stroke, Sarah cried out and the strange dynamics made her hips thrust forward with extra urgency, driving the phallus into Anna. With each stroke, the young girl cried out in a different way, with overwhelming pleasure as the dual sensation of the penetration and the masturbation combined with the exquisite turn-on of seeing Sarah suffer in giving her so much delight.

Adam, standing behind Sarah, could see both their faces in the mirror, and marvelled, as he had in the past, how close could be the expressions of sexual pleasure and of submissive pain.

The cane cracked down again; another stripe quickly appeared across Sarah's beautiful arse. The girl's fingers were now beginning to strum fast.

'Make yourself come soon,' Adam said, his voice a hoarse whisper from the sexual tension. And the fingers moved faster yet.

Sarah yelped as the cane bit harder, tears were beginning to form in her eyes, but her hips retained their sensuous rhythm. Again the cane fell, the sound loud in the silent room; this time it was Anna who moaned loudest as she felt the phallus jolt again and saw the older woman's face react to the renewed line of fire across her buttocks. Her orgasm was close. She mouthed to the woman in the mirror, 'I love you', and the woman worked the phallus inside her faster, with little bucking movements. Then Sarah cried out again as the cane striped her; two tears rolled down her cheeks, but she was smiling at the girl.

'Oh god, I'm coming, I'm coming...' cried the girl.

'Yes, yes, come for me, come for me,' panted the older woman. Anna's body began to shake as her orgasm mounted. And then Adam timed the final swish of the cane to perfection, bringing down the cane again, not too hard, but enough to make Sarah cry out one last time, and push her hips forward as if to escape the pain, and so she brought Anna over the brink and the girl's climax washed over her.

* * *

Later, when the two women had recovered a little from their shattering experiences, they playfully leapt on their tormentor and audience, and stripped off his clothes, and frolicked some more; and now they have created a tableau suitable to delight a bottom-worshipper such as he. Adam is kneeling behind Anna, his prick held deep by her delightfully tight little anus, while he is licking Sarah's striped behind as she stands astride the kneeling girl, his tongue slowly approaching her perfect rosebud. And with our three joined in this heavenly position, as sounds of pleasure begin to fill the room again, there, dear reader, we must leave them.

Episode 5

Sam Ramsey serial, Ep.3. "Confessions"

Story from Februs 30.

Confessions

The tale of Adam & Sarah continues
Episode three of the serial by Sam Ramsey

Episode 1 * * * Episode 2

'Do you want more coffee?' Adam and Sarah were eating a companionable breakfast, she still in her bed, he (already dressed) sitting at the end of it; sections of the newspaper were strewn between them. He glanced across; she was looking dishevelled but very decidedly attractive. The top buttons of her night-shirt were open and he could see the curves of her breasts as she reached across to take the cup of coffee. He felt a strong flicker of desire, and a stab of regret. At other times, Sarah might have enthusiastically consented to a quick 'good-bye' tumble – but not today, Adam was sure, for of late she had shown an unusual sexual reserve.

Sarah caught his appreciative look and felt a pang of guilt. She knew that she had been rather distant with Adam recently, and part of her wished that things between them were back to normal. But her feelings were in too much turmoil for that. She realised only too well that it was absurd and self-indulgent and dangerous to be overwhelmed with a sudden obsession for someone little more than half her age. But these things are beyond reason.

Adam got up to leave, gave Sarah a quiet hug, which she returned warmly, grateful that he didn't press her for more. 'I'll be back about six on Thursday,' he smiled. 'Enjoy yourself when your friend comes to stay... be good!'.

Why did he say that, Sarah, wondered; did he suspect something? No, surely not. It was just one of those idle remarks...

'I will. Bye, love. Take care. Do drive carefully...'

'Bye. I'll miss you.'

* * *

Late in the afternoon, two days later, Sarah drove to the station to pick up Anna. It was a couple of months since that business trip, since the mad day when Sarah had gone to the beach with the young girl working as a waitress at her hotel, and they had made love by the sea – and then later, the older woman had introduced the young girl to the strange pleasure, the delightful pain, of submitting to a leather strap on her beautiful behind.

A wonderful diversion, Sarah had thought afterwards. Maybe she would tell Adam sometime, and he would surely be as turned on as he had been years ago when she had first confessed to having slept with a couple of girls when she was a student. But then she found she just couldn't get Anna out of her mind. It wasn't the sex, though that was a delight. And it wasn't the novel and unexpectedly thrilling experience of giving for the first time what she had so often received from Adam, and making the girl squirm and moan. There was something about the girl's beauty and vulnerability that had captured Sarah's heart. She was falling in love.

So, without saying anything to Adam, Sarah had visited Anna a few weeks later at the university where she was a student. They had gone out for a long lunch at a cafe bar, and talked for hours, easily and without reserve, as if they had known each other for years, finally parting late in the afternoon with a single chaste kiss. Then, ten days later, when Sarah was in a nearby city, they met up for dinner, and this time, unbidden and quietly insistent, Anna returned to Sarah's hotel and they made love again – very gently and tenderly.

Now, knowing Adam would be away for the better part of a week, Sarah had invited Anna to stay, and here she was, running down the steps from the far platform and flinging her arms round the older woman's neck, smiling into her eyes and suddenly kissing her full on the month.

'Hi! It's wonderful to see you...'

* * *

'It's going to be a cold night. Shall I light a fire in the living room?'

'That would be great... we could make love in front of it.' Anna grinned at Sarah, who reached out and squeezed her hand.

'You read my mind!'

They took what remained of their bottle of Chianti from the kitchen where they had eaten Sarah's pasta and homemade sorbet, then sat over the cheese for a long time. They went, hand-in-hand, into the sitting room. A large room, formed by knocking together two smaller ones; a comfortable, lived-in, room with slightly battered, well-used furniture, the alcoves lined with books, and some rather good modern artists' prints on the walls. An original Victorian fireplace was still in place at one end, and a log fire was laid. Sarah set about lighting it.

Sarah remembered that Anna had told her that she played the oboe in the university orchestra, and that music meant a great deal to her.

'Choose something, and put it on the hi-fi.'

The older woman watched as the girl walked across the room. Anna had changed after her journey, and was now wearing a dark patterned skirt that fell well below her knees, with an equally dark plain shirt in some soft material that clung and showed the shape of her breasts. Her long straw-coloured hair was tied back in a pony-tail. The effect was very simple, very beautiful. She was barefoot, which Sarah found strangely touching.

The girl examined Adam's large collection of CDs for a long time, suddenly serious. Eventually, the strains of a Haydn string quartet quietly filled the room – civilised, very human, intimate music. Anna danced solemnly back to where Sarah was sitting, and curled up at her feet.

* * *

A later scene. The music has changed, murmuring in the background very quietly. The fire now gives the only light in the room. And the room is quite hot, for the fire is more than the autumn night really needs. The girl is naked, lying on her back, her hands cupping her breasts, her legs spread. The woman is not yet fully undressed, her bottom still partly covered by very pretty, very expensive, lingerie. The woman's head is between the girl's thighs, tongue lapping at the girl's centre. The girl's head is beginning to toss from side to side. Her orgasm is mounting.

* * *

The two women are lying together, limbs tangled happily. Sarah reaches for the wine bottle. Empty.

'Time for some whisky, I think!'

She unwraps herself from the girl and fetches more drinks, and then hugs Anna to her again.

'That was wickedly nice!' Anna smiles, stretching her slim, pale body like a cat.

'Nice, but not wicked,' Sarah replies. Then, teasingly, 'Are you ever wicked?'

Anna giggles. And then her tone changes. 'I was wicked once, and in front of a fire like this one; I did something I really shouldn't have done...'

'Tell me about it?'

Anna sits up, hugs her knees, looks into the flames. Sarah sits beside her close, an arm round the girl's shoulder.

It was at Easter last year. I went off for a few days with my best friend Lizzie to a little cottage her family own in Wales. It was lovely; just the two of us, mostly working, revising for our summer exams. She'd arranged for her boyfriend, Giles, to come down at the end of the week with his friend Simon who I knew just a bit. So they turned up on the Friday, and we had a really good time the next day – a long walk across the hills to a pub for lunch and then the long walk back again; and later, when we'd recovered, we made a meal together, and sat in front of the fire, getting more and more drunk. Then it was inevitable, I guess...

Well, Giles and Lizzie started fooling around; and not to be left out I began snogging Simon who had turned out to be really nice. Giles half-undressed Lizzie and massaged her back; and Simon did the same for me and it was pretty blissful. And eventually... things just went on from there, like a competition between the boys to see how far we'd go in public. So if ends up with Lizzie and me more or less undressed, and with Simon shagging me while I'm watching Lizzie ride her Giles, and she kisses me as she comes. Wow! I'd never done anything remotely like that before and it was incredible.

If we'd stopped there it would have all been all right. But after we'd rested and drifted off in front of the fire for a while, I was still feeling randier than I think I'd ever felt before. Lizzie was very quiet and seemed out for the count, so there I was, between the two boys. And I couldn't resist. I knew Lizzie would hate it, but I started snogging her Giles all the same. And then Simon joined in again, and they both really got into it, and I lay there with two sets of hands and lips all over me, and I mean all over, which was heavenly. So after a while, I've come again, about the best ever, and then I am on my hands and knees with Giles taking me from behind while I suck off his friend. And that's when Lizzie woke and saw us.

She tried to be cool about it, but she never really forgave me or Giles... and so her two closest friendships soon came to an end, all for the sake of a drunken shag. Which was pretty bad of me, I guess. And what's really wicked is that there's a large part of me that doesn't really regret it...

* * *

'Well, you have been a bad girl,' Sarah teases, aroused. A pause. 'Perhaps you should be punished...'

There is another pregnant pause. They have hardly spoken again of that first night, when Sarah stung Anna's behind. That episode was initiated by Anna: but will she consent again, now she has experienced it once?

'Perhaps I should be punished...'

Another pause. They hold each other's gaze. Then Anna smiles and ceremoniously kneels before Sarah.

'Reach behind the books on the top shelf in the far alcove and bring me what you find there.'

Naked in the firelight, the girl rises and crosses the room. She stands on a stool, reaches up and her hand lights on something behind the books; she retrieves it.

'There are two more...'

Anna reaches again. Then she brings back what she's found and lays them on the low coffee table – a short two-pronged tawse; a whip with a dozen fine leather strands; and a light, springy cane.

'Now from that shelf over there... you see those two large dice? Bring one here.'

Anna does so.

'When I say, you roll the die. If it turns up one or two, I will use the whip. If you roll three or four, you'll be tawsed. And...?'

'If it's a five or six, I'll be caned,' the girl whispers.

'You understand perfectly,' Sarah laughs. Then, very quietly, 'Come here.'

For a moment, the two embrace, breast to breast, their arms tight around each other, kissing passionately. Sarah's hands press the girl's bottom; then, her voice taut with emotion,

'Roll the die.'

The dark red object skitters across the coffee table, bounces off the tawse, and comes to rest. A five.

* * *

Anna is standing, leaning slightly forward over the back of the chesterfield pulled in front of the fire. Her straw hair now hangs loose down her narrow back. Her bottom curves outward, thrust slightly towards the older woman. There are already a few very faint marks across her buttocks, for Sarah has flicked the cane a few times, lightly and playfully: the slight tingling stings and the erotic tension of the situation have excited the girl again, so when Sarah asks 'Are you ready to be striped?' Anna silently nods.

Sarah, her body flecked with beads of perspiration from the fire and the love-making, stands behind the girl, holding the cane in her hand. Since the day she spent with Anna by the sea, she has fantasized about the possibility of this moment, frigging herself as she imagined the girl first moaning again in submission and then being comforted and petted and made love to. The dark delight wraps itself round Sarah's soul, and she raises her arm...

Anna catches her breath as the first real lash bites into her buttocks. A moment of shock and then burning hurt runs through her. She steadies herself. When she is still, the cane descends again, harder, fiercer, and the girl cries out.

Sarah stands quietly for a moment, looking at the girl's beautiful back, curving down through her narrow waist, down to the swell of her buttocks, now marked by two hot lines. The cruel marks only accentuate the perfect shape. She feels a rush of excitement. Her nipples tauten.

The cane descends again, biting agonizingly. The girl presses her body into the upholstered back of the sofa, her eyes smarting, her lashes damp. But she recovers and slowly offers her bottom again to the waiting woman. A fourth hiss of the cane, a fourth fiery kiss.

'Aaah! Sarah! Aaaaargghh!'

The woman drops the cane and stands pressed up behind Anna and hugging her close. A long moment passes. Then she holds the girl away from her a little and starts kissing her shoulders. A tongue traces slowly downwards, downwards; hands stroke the girl's back and reach forward to caress her breasts. Downward further; lips, mouth, cheeks, press against the girl's stripes, feeling the heat.

Sarah kneels, licking the hot flesh. Then her hands on either buttock gently stretch apart the cheeks, revealing the girl's pale rosebud. A tongue explores, teases, licks, penetrates. Anna sighs in a different way. A hand touches her wet centre.

Suddenly, as if recollecting unfinished business, the woman jumps to her feet.

'There must be two more...'

'I know,' the girl whispers.

The cane is retrieved.

'Down, sweetheart; on your hands and knees.'

The girl obeys, in the firelight, an image of submission, the line of her body perfect.


Another tormenting fiery stripe and the girl yelps. A final long pause. The woman prowls behind her, the tension palpable. The last moment must come, but not before every line and curve of the girl is fixed in her memory. Suddenly, fiercely again, a final cut – and whether by accident or design, it agonizingly cutting across the other stripes.

Anna bursts into tears, and kneels up, pressing her face against the standing woman's flat stomach, wetting it with her tears, as she holds her ravaged buttocks. Sarah strokes her head, murmuring endearments. The sobs slowly subside; and then Anna kisses away the streaks of wetness on the woman's skin and nuzzles down into the hair below. Sarah leans back on the sofa and parts her legs. She sighs deeply. The girl's tongue sets to work.

* * *

Anna stays another day. A day full of lightness. They talk and are silent together, joke and discuss serious issues, and walk into the city, where Sarah insists of buying things for the girl – a dress, perfume, music. They eat out early at Sarah's favourite restaurant. And then back to the house. They are in Sarah's bedroom, where Anna is trying on the new dress again.

'You need higher heels and a different bra,' Sarah says, opening a cupboard and pulling out drawers. 'Look through these, while I have a quick shower...'

When she returns, the girl is transformed. She is standing in front of the long mirror, balanced on Sarah's highest heels (black patent shoes that Sarah has only ever worn at home, for Adam's delight). Anna is wearing a black platform bra with cups that hardly cover her nipples, a g-string, and black hold-up stockings with lacy tops.

'I found these... I hope you don't mind.'

'No, you look incredible. An icon of sexiness. Adam would have a heart attack!'

'I found this in a drawer too,' the girl adds, more tentatively, and takes from the bed Sarah's vibrator. 'I've never used one. Are you surprised? Will you show me?'

Sarah is embarrassed for a moment and then laughs, sits on the bed, and grabs the girl and pulls her off-balance onto the bed and into her arms.

* * *

They are now downstairs again, in front of a fire. There is music, louder this time; old seventies numbers. The girl, still in her sexy lingerie, is kneeling between Sarah's thighs, but the vibrator has just been cast aside as the older woman recovers.

'Now that's what I call wickedly nice!' Sarah grins and rubs her hands down her body languorously.

'Good,' says Anna. 'I thought you just might be enjoying that... I sure enjoyed my turn!' Then a sudden thought. 'But what about you? What have you done that is really wicked? Fair's fair, since I told you my story last night...'

Sarah is suddenly subdued. 'I've never told this to anyone...'

'You know I'll keep your secrets.'

It's a few years ago now. Adam had been away at a conference, and afterwards I found he'd accidentally left under the seat of his car a local paper from the city he'd been in. And it was folded open at the page with all the adverts for massage parlours and so on. I just knew that he'd been to one. He'd done it before and I'd found him out and been really angry – though, if I tell the truth, there's part of me that found the idea rather exciting, when I pictured him lying there being sucked off by a girl he'd only just met. But this time I didn't say anything; I just seethed inside, and I used it as an excuse to misbehave much more badly myself.

About a week later, I was away on a business trip, and I knew that I'd be meeting up again with this youngish guy David who manages one of our small branches, and who'd made it pretty plain in the past that he fancied me. So this time, when he was entertaining me to dinner, I flirted back outrageously, and one thing led to another, and we ended up in bed back at my hotel.

Sarah is quiet for a moment.

'That doesn't sound so very bad to me.'

'Let me finish.'

Well, we fooled around for a long time; he was really slow and considerate, and great at oral sex, and I came wonderfully. And then, because I was still so cross with Adam and wanted to punish him somehow, when David wanted finally to come inside me, I turned over and... I asked him to... I asked him to take me that way. I mean anally.

And that was wrong because I hadn't let Adam make love to me like that for a long time even though he adores it – it's one of those things that doesn't get easier as you get older, and the last times had hurt too much in the wrong sort of way. Well, I don't know whether David was really experienced or whether it was beginner's luck, but he seemed to know exactly what to do, and he opened me so gently and filled me so slowly, and then moved in just the right way, and for the first time ever I came from anal sex. It was unbelievable. And it wasn't a one-off. We did it the same way again, even better, the next night.

Afterwards, I was able to teach Adam how to do it so as not hurt me, and we still sometimes make love that way, though, he never makes me come like David did. And I still feel bad that someone else has had what really should have been Adam's.

Anna kisses Sarah. The room is suddenly quiet. The girl quietly gets up, her heels clicking across the floor, and changes the CD. Then she reaches for the large red dice, and hands one to the older woman.

'Roll it, Sarah.' There is a note of question in the girl's voice. The two look at each other, Sarah's luminous grey eyes bright. There is a moment's stillness, and then she throws the die. A two.

The woman, naked, slowly fetches the many-thonged whip, kneels and hands it to the girl. Anna takes it and weighs it in her hand, and then seems to hesitate.

Sarah whispers, 'You can use it anywhere – on my back, on my thighs, even on my tummy and breasts... Where do you want me?'

Silence. Then 'Stand where I did...'

And Sarah leans against the sofa. After a moment, tentatively at first, and then with fire and excitement, the whip begins to fall.

Sarah squirms and moans. This is so different from being whipped by Adam, yet no different. She lets herself float into the sensation as the tips of the whip sting more and more of her body. She gives the last part of herself to Anna. And Anna too is wrapped up in feelings that grow in intensity as Sarah's discomfort grows. She does not understand; but her body melts. She wants to frig herself, she wants Sarah's knowing tongue in her arse again, she wants to whip Sarah.

Sarah cries out.

* * *

So, when Adam left his conference over a day early, and returned unannounced, that was the sight that greeted his eyes, as he quietly let himself into the house, sounds of arrival masked by the music.


A pretty young girl, straw-coloured hair down her back, stood in the very high heels, her breasts barely held by a tiny bra, her buttocks parted by the tiny thong of her knickers. Across her behind, faint but unmistakable, were the marks of a recent caning. She was agitated, breathing hard, aroused. In one hand, she held a whip, which was curling across his wife's thighs. A fine tracery of marks covered Sarah's back, extending oven to her breasts. She was grimacing, in pain, in pleasure, for the girl's other hand played between her thighs, frigging her fast. He recognised the signs; the woman was near her release. The whip swung again. Lighter, stimulating her breasts.

'Oh yes, ... just there.'

And again.

Adam coughed. 'I see that when the cat is away...'

(To be continued)

Sam Ramsey serial, Ep.2. "Sarah by the Sea"

Story from Februs 27.

Sarah by the Sea
by Ramsey Stratton

Episode 1

Sarah was a few minutes late arriving in the dining room, and Mary was already seated at a small table in the window looking out onto the sea, an open bottle of white wine in the ice-bucket beside her.

'I'm sorry – I always seem to be late!'

Mary smiled and jumped up. 'No you don't: anyway, I was early.'

They hugged. 'It's great to see you.'

And it was. One of the few pleasures on these business trips was the chance occasionally to meet up with old friends, and Sarah had known Mary for a long time, since they had worked in the same branch for a year. They weren't particularly close, but Mary was very good company, and after a few drinks she could be wonderfully indiscreet about mutual acquaintances in the large enterprise for which they both worked.

'Well, Sarah, tell me everything!'

They smiled at each other again, and fell almost immediately into their usual bantering style of conversation. Within a few minutes, Mary's obvious pleasure in seeing her, the wine, the glorious light glinting on the sea outside, all began to lighten Sarah's mood. It had been a grimly stressful day; but the evening promised to be fun.

Sarah looked around the dining room. The summer was coming to an end, and the small hotel wasn't very busy. There was an elderly couple at one table; a small family group at another; the only other diner was a rather good-looking young man dining alone, on business too, perhaps. She saw with amusement his eyes rivetted to the back of the young waitress as she walked towards the kitchen slim, a blonde pony-tail, white blouse, a short, very tight, black skirt, beautiful legs, and rather sexy, strappy black sandals. From behind, she looked as if she should capture any man's eyes.

And then the waitress paused by the dessert trolley, and half turned. With a sudden start of recognition, Sarah realised that it was The Girl.

It had been about five months before, just after Easter, when she was last in this seaside town. There were a few hours free the afternoon she arrived, and Sarah had gone to the little lane of boutiques in the old town looking for a summer dress. There was a favourite shop where she had bought clothes before, and she had picked a handful of dresses to try on. At first, she was the only occupant of the communal changing room. Then an extremely pretty young girl had walked in. They exchanged smiles, and somehow (or so it seemed in retrospect) a sexual charge built up as they undressed and redressed in front of each other. At one point, the girl – rather unnecessarily – removed her bra to try a dress on, as if flaunting her pert breasts to the older woman, and Sarah found herself smiling appreciatively at the girl. And then – afterwards, she couldn't at all understand why – it happened. Sarah turned her back to the girl, and bent right over to pick up her own clothes, knowing that her small lace knickers would ride up. And as they did so, they would expose the unmistakable marks across her slim bottom still clear from the night before, when Adam had caned her so painfully, so excitingly...

The girl had obviously seen, for she had gasped slightly. When Sarah had straightened and turned, they looked straight into each others eyes. Nothing was said while Sarah quickly slipped on her own dress; but as she left, she had spoken quietly to the still half-naked girl, 'One day, you must try it'.

Sarah had often thought of that encounter since, and wished... Well, what did she wish? She didn't quite know. Though more than once, she had masturbated deliciously fantasizing about The Girl.

* * *

And now, here was the same girl again, unavoidable. A jumble of thoughts rushed through Sarah's mind. Would the girl recognise her? Was this going to be horribly embarrassing? Had Mary noticed her shock? Was she...

The waitress was coming over to the table now. She saw Sarah, and her eyes widened in surprised acknowledgement: and then the two women, older and younger, hesitantly smiled at each other.

'Are you ready to order?'

The meal passed in a daze. Sarah managed to join in with Mary's cheerful gossip; but all the time her mind was on the girl, intensely aware of her physical presence as she served the food, from the fair down on her arms to her pretty feet, from her straw blonde hair streaked by the sun to the shape of her breasts beneath her blouse. 'This is absurd,' Sarah thought, as she poured more wine, 'it's positively adolescent...'

After dessert, Mary excused herself. The girl approached the table with the coffee cups.

'Hello again,' said Sarah, and looked at the girl who held her gaze. 'Can you help?' she added quietly, 'I'm thinking of going to a beach tomorrow afternoon if the weather holds. Is there an especially nice one near here?'

The waitress looked at Sarah, smiled and paused. Then, 'I'm free after lunch tomorrow: I could show you if you like...'

'That would be lovely, really lovely; I'd like that a lot.'

'We could meet up opposite the bandstand; you know it?'

'Yes, I know where you mean.'

'It will be a quarter to three by the time I can get off.'

'That's just fine. I'll pick you up in the car then.'

Mary was a long time returning; when she did, she glanced at the girl now busying herself at the table with the family party, and said, 'Well, I hope I gave you two a chance to make a date. Yes? Oh, don't look all innocent, Sarah. You've been going gooey-eyed over her all evening; and when you've not been looking at her, she's been eyeing you up.'

'Oh no. I mean, yes. Oh God, I didn't realise I'd been that obvious. Mary, if you ever say a whisper about this.'

Mary grinned at her. 'Don't worry; there are some things I don't gossip about. I'm only jealous: she's gorgeous.'

'Mary?'

'Oh yes, she's just my type.' Sarah must have looked startled.

'Don't act so surprised! You mean you've never guessed after all this time?'

'No.'

'Hey ho! Well, if it's going to be true confession time, let's at least get another bottle of wine and sit in a corner of the lounge with it.'

So they did.

* * *

As Sarah drove up, the girl was waiting. She looked even prettier, simply dressed in shorts and T-shirt, her straw-coloured hair loose.

'Wow! Cool wheels!' There was a touch of mockery in her voice.

Sarah had a small white French convertible; the top was down in the hot late summer sun.

'I know, I know: it's a silly indulgence. But the company pays for most of it.'

'I'm teasing. It's great.'

'Where are we going?'

'Drive out of town on the coast road going south; then I'll show you.'

'I wasn't sure you'd turn up.' Sarah was flustered. 'You know I don't even know your name. I hope you don't think I do this sort of thing all the time. I...'

The girl smiled. 'It's OK. Don't worry. And I'm Anna.'

As Sarah drove, they began to talk. Anna was a student, back home for the holidays, working in the hotel as she had done the last two summers to earn money before going back to university. Sarah knew the university town well, and they talked about the place, about Anna's course, and the sorts of music and films she liked, about her friends and her particular boyfriend there. Meanwhile, they left the main road, and drove down a twisting lane, then along a rough track, and parked on a piece of scrub land near the top of the cliffs, next to the only other car.

'It's a bit of a scramble. Do you mind? It's worth it,' said Anna.

The path down the cliff was indeed very steep in places; but the cove at bottom was beautiful, and almost deserted. A young couple, presumably from the other car, were at one end of the small beach; Anna and Sarah waved to them, then wandered to the other end, and settled down, hidden away behind low rocks.

They sat without talking for a while. Apart from the splash of wavelets at the edge of the sea and the squawks of the gulls, it was completely silent. The sun was very hot.

Anna slipped off her things, revealing a small white bikini, spread out her towel and lay on her front. Sarah gazed at the girl for a while; her back was very slender, like a dancer's, tapering to a very narrow waist, accentuating the curve of her hips, which tapered again to perfect legs. Sarah felt a stab of mixed envy and desire, sighed, unbuttoned and shrugged off her dress, and spread out her own towel.

They lay next to each other talking quietly. Sarah reached out and touched the girl's arm.

'You are so pretty.'

The girl gazed steadily into Sarah's grey eyes, then lowered her head and gently touched the hand on her arm with her cheek.

* * *

Anna sat up. 'The sun's still really hot.' She put her hand on Sarah's back. 'You'll burn.' She felt in her bag, and got out a small bottle. 'Let me.'

Sarah felt a squirt or two of cold liquid on her shoulders, and then the girl's hands, massaging the lotion in gently but firmly. The hands were expert, soothing and relaxing her muscles. Minutes passed.

'Hmmm. Where do you learn to do that?'

'Shhh. Just enjoy.'

The hands worked their way very slowly downwards. As they worked, the shoulder-straps of Sarah's swimsuit were slipped down, until her back was exposed to the waist. The hands continued stroking and kneading. Sarah had always liked having her back caressed, but this was heavenly. After more long minutes, she suddenly found herself getting aroused and very wet.

'Turn over.'

Sarah hesitated.

'Come on. No-one will see us.' Anna grinned, 'When I last looked, those two down the beach were getting well into each other!'

The older woman lay on her back, and the girl bent over and kissed her lingeringly on the mouth, and their tongues explored each other. Then the gentle hands pulled down the front of Sarah's swimsuit, exposing her breasts, and the girl moved down to suckle the already hard dark nipples, and shocks of pure pleasure stabbed though Sarah's insides. While lips worked on breasts, a caressing hand wandered slowly, so slowly, down towards her stomach, insinuating itself under the swimsuit bunched around her waist. And then... and then the fingers were running through the hair at her groin, until they found her centre, now aflood with her own wetness, and began to circle her throbbing clit.

More kisses, more intense, passionate. Sarah groaned; the girl began to lick again at her nipples and the fingers began to strum more insistently, faster, until (the end came very quickly) she gasped and an intense orgasm washed over her. She wrapped her arms tightly around the girl and held the blonde head against her breasts as she came down. After a while, she felt the girl move away from her, but Sarah continued to lie with her eyes shut feeling little aftershocks of pleasure.

'That was... wonderful.'


Sarah opened her eyes to find Anna kneeling by her head, quite naked, the bikini now by her side. The girl's eyes seemed wide and a darker blue; her small pink nipples hard; she was breathing fast. 'Lick me,' she said, and she shifted one knee across Sarah so that she was kneeling above the woman's face, and then she lowered herself slowly. Sarah lifted her head a little and, tasting another woman for the first time since she too had been a student, she licked the girl's nether lips, and teased out her clit with her tongue. Sarah's hands reached up to caress the girl's firm breasts. And in a few minutes, Anna mewed and moaned and came hard on Sarah's lapping tongue.

* * *

The girl lay on her side, still naked, one knee drawn up slightly. Sarah sat up, hugging her knees, looking down at her. It wasn't at all how she had fantasised it would be, when she had frigged herself thinking of that encounter in the changing room. She had imagined taking charge, being in control, even dominating The Girl. But that girl had been an empty cipher. The real Anna was funny and clever and charming and delightful – and had been the bold and demanding one, taking the sexual lead. Which was surprising and thrilling. But now, as she drifted towards sleep, the girl looked so vulnerable. Sarah was awash with mixed feelings; she wanted to cuddle the girl gently – and to fuck her senseless. She smiled at her own turmoil: she hadn't felt like this for a very long time.

* * *

'Shall we go?'

The sun had lost its heat. They slipped on their clothes, and made their way back to the car, helping each other up the steep path and then holding hands the rest of the way.

'We can get something to eat on the way back, and go to my place. The family are away on holiday, lucky sods, while I'm slaving at the hotel.'

So they stopped at a supermarket and bought pizza, lots of salad, ice-cream, and a couple of bottles of white wine already chilled. Well supplied, they drove on to a neat modern detached house at the far edge of the town.

In the hallway, Sarah pulled Anna into her arms and kissed her hungrily, her hands running down her back and clasping her bottom. The girl responded passionately, and then broke away, laughing.

'OK, look, we can either eat first or fuck first; but quite honestly I'm starving.'

Sarah, amused, went to have a shower, while Anna put the pizza in the oven. The women lingered over the meal in the kitchen, sitting close on the corner bench, with Sarah occasionally stealing caresses; they got quietly drunk, and giggled as they fed each other ice-cream, and kissed sharing mouthfuls of wine.

'Come and see my room.'

They went upstairs to the girl's room, which Sarah was surprised to find very ordered and rather plain, decorated with a few art prints rather than the usual youthful array of pop posters. Anna chatted on for a moment, explaining the photographs of friends and family on the pin-board. Then she threw herself down on the bed and pulled Sarah beside her. Suddenly she asked,

'Do you remember what you said when we were in the changing room?'

It was the first time either woman had actually mentioned the moment again; but it was imprinted on the girl's consciousness too.

'I mean, you said that one day I should try... I should try...'

'Yes, of course I remember that.'

'Will you show me?'

Sarah looked at the girl quizzically.

'Please. You can't imagine how often I've thought about that day, and wondered what it would be like.'

'Oh, I think 1 can imagine; I think I can.'

* * *

Anna came out of the shower wrapped in a towel. Sarah was already lying naked on the bed, slim, dark, long-legged. If the girl was extremely pretty, it was a prettiness that might soon fade; Sarah's fine features had a more lasting beauty.

'Come and lie down.'

Anna lay on her front and Sarah straddled her bottom, so that she could massage the girl's back. She shared with the girl a talent for it, and Anna was soon squirming sensuously. Then Sarah moved down and massaged the girl's legs and thighs, and occasionally as she moved from the top of one leg to the other, she teasingly drifted her hands across the girl's increasingly wet core. Then she teased more with little kisses down the girl's back, finishing by parting her buttocks and tonguing her tight rosebud. Anna moaned with pleasure.

'Let's put this under you.'

Sarah put a pillow under the girl's hips to raise her bottom. Then she bent to kiss the girl gently on the lips, and to pick up the belt she had found in Anna's wardrobe – an old, worn leather belt that would sting a lot, but not mark or really hurt the girl. They had agreed that twelve strokes, serious but not heavy, testing but not unbearable, would make a proper initiation.

The girl turned her face into the covers and screwed up her hands. Sarah admired again the shapely back, the soft unblemished curves below; then the belt whistled down and struck hard in the middle of the girl's beautiful buttocks. A moment passed, and again the leather stung her rear.

'Ooh... aaahhhh.'


Sarah raised her arm again, and then the impromptu tawse bit down. She watched the girl's buttocks momentarily flatten, and then blush. A fourth stroke made Anna's legs kick up as if to shake away the sting.

The girl cried out again. There was a long pause as Sarah let the girl absorb the sensations. The next stroke was softer, but struck the back of Anna's thighs, and she yelped with surprise.

'Don't tense up; try to relax into it.'

The leather rushed down, full on the girl's reddened buttocks again. Another pause. Sarah reached out and stroked the hot patches, and her hand strayed between the girl's thighs, stroking the lips near her clit. Anna tried to move so that the teasing fingers would touch her centre, but after a moment, Sarah withdrew her hand and picked up the belt again.

The seventh stroke forced out a deeper moan, and Anna's eyes began to moisten. She raised her head, and for a moment the two women gazed into each other's eyes then the girl submissively bent her head again. An eighth, slightly gentler, stripe followed quickly. Sarah reached down again, and this time didn't tease, but rubbed the gill's wetness. Then she walked round the bed and made a new angle; a ninth time, the belt thwacked down, now at a diagonal across the other strokes causing the girl to yelp with pain.

A tear ran down the girl's cheek, her fists were clasping bunches of the bed covers, her teeth biting down on a corner of a pillow. But she raised her bottom again. Sarah stood by the side of the bed, now intensely aroused; her nipples tingled, her groin throbbing. She struck again, the fiercest blow yet – in her agitation, harder than she intended.

'Aaaaarghhhh... oh, Sarah, no...'

The woman dropped the belt and caressed the girl again, soothing the hot flesh. And between her thighs the girl was wetter yet.

'Turn over.'

Anna looked surprised.

'No,' said Sarah, 'we've not quite finished. But turn over.'

The girl did so, and Sarah climbed onto the bed, and turning toward the girl's feet, lowered herself kneeling over Anna's face. She could feel the girl's wet cheeks pressed against her thighs as Anna began to tongue her clit, mirroring Sarah's love-making on the beach.

'Lift your legs.'

The girl obeyed, raising her legs from her hips and Sarah caught them and held them vertically with one arm. With the other, she took up the belt again and struck out at the exposed buttocks. A muffled groan and sigh; and then the girl continued to lick and suck.

'The last one.'

A long final pause as the girl's tongue shot waves of pleasure through the kneeling woman. Then the belt descended once more. Not hard, but stinging the burning flesh with a band of renewed fire.

Sarah lowered the girl's legs as she continued to be sucked. She then slowly leaned forwarded and caressed the girl's body down towards her groin, and dipped her fingers in the wetness below. Moans in a different tone escaped from the girl, who raised her hands to play with the woman's breasts. Sarah's fingers, soaking from the girl's own moisture, moved on downwards, seeking the rosebud, and rimming round and round it. And then, as she felt her own orgasm mount, she pressed down, her finger penetrated the tight circle, and Sarah came spectacularly.

Later, not yet able to sleep, still aroused, her buttocks hot and throbbing and all the sensations nearby still amplified a hundred times, Anna begged Sarah to make love to her again. And the older woman fulfilled another fantasy about The Girl, gently drawing on Anna to masturbate before her gaze in the candle light until, at the end, she helped the girl come to a release.

* * *

The morning sun streaked across the bed. Sarah had woken first, not used to sharing such a narrow bed, and watched the girl sleep peacefully on, hair a golden halo on the pillow. Then she slipped out, found a wrap hanging on the back of the door, and went to make tea. A newspaper had already been delivered, and she sat in the kitchen reading. She would have to get ready for a business meeting later (Mary would be there, Sarah remembered with mixed feelings, and would be bound to pump her for details of how things went with Anna...). But for now, she had an hour or so to relax.

Sarah poured more tea and took it upstairs. Anna stirred, and looked around sleepily. Slowly she held out her arms to the other woman, and Sarah's heart turned right over and she bent towards the young girl and they hugged each other tight.

'You're a sweetheart.'

'You too.'

Silence. Hands strayed. Sarah's wrap fell open. Breasts touched.

'But what next?'

To be continued…

Episode 3

Sam Ramsey serial, Ep.1. "When Adam met Sarah"

Story from Februs 24.

When Adam met Sarah
by Sam Ramsey

The room is spacious – once two smaller rooms, but now neatly converted. The alcoves are filled with books regimented in tidy rows; seven or eight modern prints hang on the walls, signed artists' proofs in modest good taste. Heavy curtains are drawn closed. Low tables, piled with more books, carry lamps, only two of which are dimly lit. At one end of the room an open fire is glowing brightly. The man perches near the fire on one arm of a sofa; stocky, of medium height, forty-ish, his neat hair thinning, dark eyes humorous. He is dressed soberly, though his suit jacket is thrown onto the back of a chair.

There appears nothing here out of the ordinary – except for the woman: but she indeed is worthy of a second glance. She looks rather younger than the man: glossy hair, very dark, neatly bobbed, fine features discreetly made up emphasizing her startling grey eyes, a trim figure with legs long for her height. She would be striking enough even if she were not quite naked – naked, that is, apart from the erotic cliché of black stiletto shoes (which though not absurdly high, are surely not meant for walking).

She rests, not quite still, on hands and knees on the fine carpet, her breasts swaying slightly as they hang. Small gold clips are attached to each nipple, and between them falls down a fine gold chain, also swaying gently and glinting in the firelight. Her smooth bottom is now marked by two weals, sharp against white flesh: she sensuously raises her bottom further towards the man, and after regarding her tenderly for a moment, he puts down his glass of wine and reaches down to caress her thighs. His fingers move up to play lightly across the stripes, and then slowly, tantalizingly slowly, towards the crack between her buttocks. She sighs, shifts her knees to part her legs a little, and the man's fingers move to stroke her softly. She sighs again, but he then withdraws his hand: she looks back over her shoulder, and slowly resumes her original position, closes her legs and raises her bottom.

From the floor by the sofa, the man retrieves the thin cane that has fallen there, stands and raises his arm. A pause, a moment's stillness – then the swish of the cane through the air, the crack of cane on soft flesh, and the sound of the woman's cries.

* * *

When Adam met Sarah, they were both at university. She was a second year student, he six years older, had just finished a postgraduate degree and was now a junior researcher. They were introduced at a party, and that (or so they later told the story) was that. They started going out together: but, both feeling that the relationship was destined to be special in their lives, it was three months before they finally slept together.

Sex with Sarah was different from anything Adam had experienced before. She made love with a kind of passionate passivity: once aroused, she would willingly abandon herself to him in every way, but very rarely did she initiate anything or express sexual desires of her own. Adam found this passivity unexpectedly erotic. But they were both young, and in some ways very innocent – so it was only slowly that he came to explore the boundaries of Sarah's submissiveness.

One hot summer evening, a year or so after they had become lovers, Sarah met Adam from a late seminar and they went out for an Indian meal at their favourite restaurant. Happy and flirtatious, they strolled back to Adam's flat; they kissed passionately and Adam started undressing Sarah, stealing kisses on her body as more and more became available. He laid her naked on his bed; she stretched back and he kissed her breasts again.

'Don't go away! I must have a shower.'

'Mmm... Hurry back. I'm not sure I can wait,' she laughed, fingers of one hand lightly brushing the nipples that he had just made hard. Adam watched Sarah teasingly play with herself for a moment, then collected a towel and went to shower, not hurrying but luxuriating for many long minutes in the powerful cool spray washing away his sweat and tiredness. Feeling vastly refreshed, he returned to Sarah who was still lying stretched on her back, with her eyes closed. He leant down to kiss her breast again – but this time, she brushed him away:

'You're too late,' she murmured drowsily.

'What do you mean, too late?'

'You just are...'

Adam realized with a mixture of arousal and annoyance that Sarah's playful toying with herself must have continued in earnest while he was in the shower – and once Sarah had come, she usually lost interest in further sex.

'So who's been a wicked girl?' he asked, in a mock-solemn voice. She pouted at him and turned away on her side: Adam tipped her onto her front, and on an impulse slapped first one side then the other of Sarah's shapely bottom.

'Ouch, that hurt.'

'Perhaps it was meant to.'

Adam put a hand on her shoulder, and Sarah turned her face to nuzzle it. She looked up at him quizzically with her large grey eyes; Adam held her gaze coolly, and with slow deliberation spanked her twice again. Sarah drew in her breath and bit her lip. She said nothing more but turned her face into the pillow. Adam paused, then lifted his hand again and spanked her another dozen times, very slowly, quite hard and full on her bottom. Sarah moaned slightly but still said nothing. He bent down and kissed the nape of her neck, and then ran his tongue down her spine; he scattered more kisses over her now blotched and reddened bottom, and Sarah moaned in a different way, parting her legs.

'Kneel up,' he whispered. And he entered her – and Sarah responded with passion, and surprised them both by quickly climaxing.

* * *

Afterwards, mild spanking became an occasional part of their love play, and they would ritually re-enact that first time. Sarah would undress in front of Adam, and then submit to his gaze and play with herself in front of him. When she had come, she would lie across his lap and be punished for her wantonness. And then he would caress her reddened bottom, kiss her most intimate places and make love to her. Once he used a plastic ruler on her bottom: but this was still all light and playful.

Adam later began sometimes buying magazines; Sarah was initially shocked. But she found herself drawn to the pictures of girls being caned or tawsed. And soon they were enticed to take the first dark step beyond playful spankings.

It was again summer, now four years after they had first met. A transparent, hot midday. Adam and Sarah had driven out into the country, up into the hills, then left the car and walked across two fields to the small ravine they had discovered the previous summer. The sides of the ravine were thickly covered with scrub oak, and it was quite safe to scramble to the stream at the bottom. Here and there, small patches of grass grew beside the stream; and they clambered down to one of these. From his large shoulder bag, Adam retrieved their picnic and a bottle of wine.

Later, half-drunk, Adam reached over to Sarah, pulled her to her feet, hungrily kissed her and then in one movement pulled down the long back zip of her light summer dress. The dress fell away and she stepped out, naked but for skimpy lace panties.

'Those too,' he said. And then, 'On your hands and knees.'

Adam took the gauzy Indian scarf which Sarah had used to tie back her long hair, and made a blindfold. Then he paused to look at her, the dappled shadow on her nakedness.

'Sarah – you know I love you.'

'I know,' she whispered.

Adam then reached into his bag, and brought out – dark, supple, well-made – a light two-pronged tawse. He took it in his hand, and very gently rested it on Sarah's white bottom and stroked her with it.

'Can you feel the smooth leather? I bought this when I was in London last week.' Sarah did not reply, but sighed slightly: she knew immediately what it was. A couple of weeks before, when Adam for the first time made as if to use one of his leather belts on her, Sarah had stopped him: 'No: it mustn't be something ordinary, it has to be something... special'. And Adam had understood, and heard the unspoken consent.

'This first time,' Adam continued quietly, running the tawse over her, 'I'll give you six strokes, unless you stop me now.' Still silence in the little grassy-hollow, with the oaks rustling above in the softest summer breeze.

Adam lifted his arm, and brought the tawse down firmly across both buttocks. Sarah cried out as the pain shot through her bottom, burning, burning. Then again the sharp slap of leather, the pain jolting through her, another cry. A third time, Adam brought down the tawse on her pale flesh, her buttocks shook under the impact, the dragon tongues of the tawse bit into her with fierce heat, drawing another moan into the summer air.


He paused. Sarah was still again, her head bowed, her breasts hanging down with darkly erect nipples; her buttocks now aflame, the marks of the tawse clear. A fourth time, the leather struck her – another loud slap, another sudden flush of pain across her bottom, a sobbing moan that seemed to come from her very core. Another pause, then a lighter fifth stroke on the top of her buttocks. Then a last pause, and Adam flicked the tawse sharply a final time, lower, near the sensitive top of her thighs and Sarah cried out again in surprise and renewed pain.

For a long moment Adam looked down at Sarah, at her beautiful back, slim waist and her perfect bottom now reddened and fiercely marked. Then he threw down the tawse, and lay beside her, drawing her down into his arms: he pulled the blindfold off her glistening eyes, and she rested her head on his chest, as with one hand she rubbed her ravaged arse. They lay together like this for a long time, Sarah naked, her long dark hair wild, not speaking. At last, Adam with great tenderness washed Sarah's face with water from the stream, then he dressed her, and took her hand and led her back across the fields.

Just before they reached the car, Sarah suddenly stopped, flung her arms around Adam's neck, kissed him passionately – and then broke free and ran laughing on to the car.

* * *

Sarah instinctively knew that some things are best left unexamined, unanalysed. Why should rituals of punishment and submission bind her so tightly to Adam? Why should he, in other ways so gentle, be so aroused by her willing participation in the rituals? She preferred to leave the mystery intact, and when Adam at first occasionally tried to talk about these things, she silenced him.

But over time, they slowly explored further: sometimes the tawse, as that first time, fiercely licked her bottom with tongues of fire. Sometimes, a many-thonged fine whip stung her whole body with biting kisses as she was spreadeagled; sometimes, a riding crop slashed her soft thighs. And then, eventually, there was the cane: the pain, each new time, so startling, taking Sarah to the limit, the submission so total, the love-making afterwards so wonderful.

* * *

When Adam phoned from the conference, Sarah was already in bed.

'I'll be home about eight tomorrow.'

'I've missed you.'

For once, as rarely these days, they would have the house to themselves.

'I've been thinking for days about that last time, at Easter...'

'Yes, oh master...' Sarah teased.

'Be ready!' said Adam with mock sternness.

Their playful banter continued, masking a mutual seriousness. For Sarah, the waiting times, as she prepared herself – apprehension and arousal finely balanced – were themselves a delicious thrill that she craved.

Sarah lay in bed dreaming. The image of the girl in the changing room suddenly flashed before her eyes. It had been just after Easter. Sarah had gone to buy a summer dress; it was a quiet time, and she was at first the only occupant of the small communal changing room. Then a young girl had walked in. They exchanged smiles, and Sarah realized the girl was extremely pretty. The girl noticed Sarah looking at her as she changed, paused, and then – rather unnecessarily – removed her bra, as if flaunting her perfect figure to the older woman.

Sarah smiled at the girl again, and as they both tried on their dresses, it seemed like a silent flirtation. Sarah removed the dress she had been trying on, and on a sudden impulse turned her back to the girl, and bent over slowly over from the waist to pick up her own clothes. She knew that as she did so, her tiny lace knickers would ride up, showing the cane-marks, still quite clear from the night before. She heard the girl gasp slightly with surprise and felt her stare. Eventually Sarah straightened, turned and smiled again, looking the girl straight in the eyes. Sarah quickly slipped on her own dress, gathered up the two she had been trying on, and as she left, she said softly to the still half-naked girl 'One day, you must try it'.

Now, lying in bed, Sarah found herself wishing that the encounter hadn't ended there. Aroused by the memory, she started stroking herself. And as her hands wandered she let the images come one after the other – the pretty girl lying naked as Sarah carressed her. Then the scene changed to one like in a video the Adam had recently brought home from abroad: the girl lay on Sarah, breast to breast, as Adam applied the cane, so that Sarah could feel the strokes through the girl's body as she held her. Finally, as her climax came near, Sarah imagined that the strumming fingers were now the girl's...

* * *

When Adam's key turned in the lock, Sarah was waiting in the living room, naked under her silky wrap but for the tiniest, laciest thong. She threw her arms round his neck when he arrived, and his hands strayed all over her.

'It's so good to see you.'

'You too: it seems weeks not days.'

They embraced and caressed: after a time, her wrap fell more and more open.

'Mmm, that reminds me...' said Adam, as he kissed her breasts. 'I've brought you a present from the sinful metropolis.'

Sarah open the box; a file gold chain, and at each end little clips.

'Is this what I think it is?'

'Try it!'

Sarah knelt in front of Adam, shrugged off the wrap and put her hands behind her head, lifting her small breasts to him. She sighed as he placed the clips on each nipple.

'You look wonderful!'

Sarah got up to look at herself in the mirror over the fireplace: unbidden, the thought of the girl in changing room rushed back into her mind – part of her wished that she was placing clips on that girl's breasts, hearing her gasp again.

Adam sat on the sofa, still formally dressed: Sarah knelt at his feet. They drank wine for a while, desultorily chatting, the sexual tension mounting between them. Then Sarah said:

'I have a confession.'

And she told Adam in vivid detail about the girl, about her fantasies, about the previous night's indulgence. Adam was aroused.

'I go away for five days and you turn into a lesbian sadist!' he said quietly. 'I think punishment is due, don't you? Sarah... fetch the cane now.'

Sarah walked across the room, her legs and bottom so taut from the height of her stiletto heels, and retrieved the cane from behind a long row of books. She slowly returned, handed it silently to Adam, and went to stand in front of the fire, her hands outstretched to hold the mantle shelf, her head bowed, her beautiful behind framed by the lace of the black thong and now thrust out towards her master.

Adam removed his jacket, and weighed the cane in his hand. At last, weeks of waiting were over; the moment – the darkly wonderful moment – had come. The room is silent but for the crackling of the fire. And then the first fierce stroke suddenly bites into Sarah's bottom. She moans but holds still. Then another crack of cane on her soft flesh, another blaze of pain.


Every time this ritual is performed, Sarah is shocked again by the hurt of it. Her bottom has become the centre of all sensation; the fire, the pain seems beyond measure. She rests her head on one of her outstretched hands. Adam pauses, and watches the stripes he has drawn develop – he the painter, her arse the canvas. Then he moves very close behind her, and she presses back, feeling his hardness. After a moment, he reaches down and slips off her thong:

'Kneel down,' he murmurs gruffly.

Sarah slowly sinks to her hands and knees in front of the fire. The cane drops to the floor by the sofa, as Adam pours himself another drink.

* * *

The man canes the woman six more times, hard whippy cuts, with long pauses between. At each new stripe, she cries out as the pain courses through her. She makes no attempt to muffle her moans: for she knows that such sounds of submission are a gift that he cherishes. Her arms and legs are trembling slightly, and the man pauses again to caress her shoulders and waist and swell of her breasts until she is still again. Then two final strokes of the cane where her bottom meets her thighs – she calls out his name and then lies prone on the carpet.

The man regards the woman for a moment, then he sets down the cane and gathers her into his arms and holds her: as once long ago by a remote stream, time stands still in a moment of perfect harmony. After a while, he carefully places some soft feather cushions on the carpet and gently lies the woman down. He takes the clips from her nipples, and places her own hands there. She begins to move her hands, first on her breasts, and then she spreads her legs, the man watching as he undresses. When she starts to moan more and more, he turns the woman onto her front: she raises her bottom for a final act of submission. There is a last moment of pain, then the woman relaxes and what is still so hurting also becomes the centre of all delight.

Could it be that one day the magic, the dark mystery, will go out of their rituals of punishment and submission? All things must pass. But today the old magic is as powerful as ever, and in the end, as so often before, the woman fills the room with wild cries of abandoned pleasure.

Episode 2