A typical Merson story. Hot and descriptive sex, the master at his best. A traditional spanking and caning tale, hard in places but not nasty.
The story of a wealthy, aging man and his younger and pretty wife. Her sexual appetites awaken when she finds out her husband has been dallying with the household maids. ‘Punishment sessions’ he called them, but she knows that caning them wasn’t the only thing on his mind.
Madam then changes, becomes a sex-hungry slut, demanding and increasingly in need of different sex acts, and pain by thrashing. She changes, much to her husband’s dismay, in need of a stiff cock constantly and, being bound and whipped forms just part of that ravenous need.
A battle of wills ensues, one in which they both try to take over command of the household and of each other, he using the maids and she using the gardener, the carpenter’s apprentice and – three of her husband’s young friends too.
Packed with sex both from the male angle and from the female angle, this title gives a little insight into what perhaps went on during the long and otherwise boring evenings of Victorian England.
EXTRACT
The weeping girl moved hesitantly to the desk, pressed the fronts of
her thighs to the edge and bend forward at the waist until her chest
and upper body where pressed down on the desktop. She sniffed and
snivelled as she extended her arms, reached out across the wide desk
and gripped the other edge with both hands as directed.
“Curtain cord, Charles!” Tessa said with an exasperated
sigh that portrayed her annoyance at his inability to think ahead.
“Get me some – and quickly.”
“But… But… Where….?” Charles began to question and then,
under a withering glare from his wife, looked around, went to the
window and pulled away a long length of red cord used to draw the
heavy velvet curtains. He watched in admiration and rising excitement
as his wife deftly and expertly bound each of the girl’s pale wrists
in turn and secured the cords down to the large round draw knobs. His
cock jerked in reaction to each of the girl’s little cries of pain as
his wife pulled hard on the cords to stretch the girl’s body
uncomfortably taut across the desk. Tessa threw the second cord at her
husband, the bundle hitting him full in the chest and momentarily
startling him with the force that she threw the cord with. “Tie her
ankles to the desk legs then!”
“Nooo! Please, madam… Sire! I have done no wrong!” the maid
wailed in protest.
“Silence, you little bitch!” Tessa snapped, her nostrils
flaring and her eyes ablaze with wild sexual thrill. Tessa waited
whilst her husband knelt down and tied the girl’s ankles, pulling her
legs wider apart until her limbs were splayed and she was under
stretch like a gymnast attempting the splits. Tessa’s face was flushed
and her heart beating fast and loudly in her chest. Surges, powerful
rushes of wonderful sexual thrill were coursing through her and the
sensations bursting in her pussy were – out of this world. “Get her
skirts up then!” she snapped at Charles and continued to prompt like a
school mistress as he fumbled first with the uniform dress and then
the several layers of underskirts. Soon the girl was stretched out,
her skirts lifted at the rear and resting on her back and her thick,
cotton pantaloons on fully on show.
Tessa’s eyes widened and her voice took on a husky rasping
as she panted breathlessly with excitement. “Remove the slut’s
knickers, Charles!”
“Noooooooooooo!” the maid screamed and for the received a
hefty swipe across the side of her head from Tessa who slapped her
palm spitefully hard on the girl to dissolve the maid into a series of
wailing sobs of pain and humiliation. That screaming became more
profound still as she felt the master fumbling around to try to find
the securing buttons of her bloomers.
“Rip them off!” Tessa yelled excitedly. “Tear them off
her!”
Charles, nervously and very clumsily, tried and failed to
pull at and to tear the thick material. He tried several areas but
none would give, his face became flushed both with pounding excitement
and frustration in his haste to see the young girl’s naked backside.
Finally he slipped both hands into the pee-opening of her crotch and,
using all the force her could muster, yanked outwards hard and ripped
the girl’s thick kickers clean down the middle. He stood, frozen in
time, staring down at the pale backside of the girl, the tiny brown
ring of her anus and the pink slit of her pussy nestling between the
tangles of her black pubic hair. Like a little boy seeing something
for the first time, discovering a marvel of the world, he stood
silently ogling the previously unseen female sex before him.
“Do get on with it, Charles!” Tessa snapped in irritation.
“Get the remnants of her undergarments off her!”
Charles, trembling uncontrollably with utter thrill now,
performed the task with the greatest of pleasure, allowing the backs
of his hands to brush against the young girl’s soft white skin and
shuddering as the feel of her soft, warmth sent his cock into jerking
reactive spasms. He ducked back only just in time as, in a high
overhead swing, the wide leather belt swished down over the girl’s
body and cracked harshly onto the left buttock cheek of the now
screaming girl. He flinched back in fear and fright and then felt a
thudding jolt in his cock and balls at the way his wife had whipped
the girl’s backside so savagely. He stood in excited awe as his wife’s
arm rose again, pulled back and then whipped forward to lay another
cruel lash on the naked backside of the poor girl. It amazed him how
the lovely taut buttocks, so pale and creamy white, were now marred by
two wide and angry looking red welt marks left by the heavy belt. His
level of arousal soared to a peak, an unknown height of marvellous,
wonderful, pounding sexual thrill. The sight of his wife whipping the
girl, the screams, the sight of the girl’s naked sex and, the thought
that he might get to fuck the little slut all combined to transport
him to paradise.
“Admit it, you little slut!” Tessa hissed and swung down
again, reaching over the girl’s body to crack the hard leather down on
the girl’s naked backside. “Confess to your wicked deception.” She
leaned against the edge of the desk, rested her cunt mound on the hard
edge, crushing her pulsing clit onto the hard wood and received the
tearing ripples of pleasure that pressure produced for her. With her
mound only inches in front of the screaming girl’s face madam swung
down again and at the same time grinding her pussy mound harder and
harder against the wooden desk edge. “Say it bitch! Own up to your
errors!”
Crack! Crack! Crack! Time and again the belt rose and swung
down, cracking savagely hard onto the girl’s backside and each blow
jolting the girl’s body violently and drawing from her a
blood-curdling scream of pure, raw agony and suffering. The end of the
belt flipped round and under at times, cruelly slapping at the girl’s
stretched sex and stinging horribly at her gaping cunt slit.
Charles looked on, stunned at the way his wife, panting
hard and obviously highly excited, was thrashing the young girl with
such brutality and showing a sadistic streak he would never had
imagined she could possess. That the girl’s backside was now a mass of
red blotches and the heady thrill of seeing her receive pain was
bringing him to the point of near climax couldn’t be doubted but also,
he felt a little fear at the change in his wife.
“Confess!”
Crack!
“Eeeeeoooooeeech!”
“Own up you little whore!” Tessa raved excitedly and
slashed down again but the maid would do nothing other than scream her
pain. Eventually Tessa paused in her thrashing of the girl, her face
flushed, eyes wide with thrill and her near-naked chest heaving with
the exertion and thrill of her act. “Fuck her!” She ordered Charles
urgently. “Fuck the slut’s cunt for her!”
Charles, still stunned and a little bewildered by his
wife’s extraordinary behaviour, stood motionless all but his cock that
is, by now it was so stiff that it actually hurt with each throb that
pulsed through it.
“Do it!” Tessa screeched excitedly. “Get your cock in
her!”
He undid his fly and eased out his cock, he gave a low
groan of need as he moved in behind the screaming maid, pressed the
head of his cock to her stretched cunt slit and paused there a little
uncertainly.
“Do it!” Tessa urged him with a threatening growl. And
moved around the desk to stand by the side of the girl and to look
down on the event about to happen. She reached over, one hand on each
of the girl’s buttocks and slid her hands down and, using her thumbs,
pulled the puffy lips of her sex wider still. “Fuck the bitch!” she
encouraged Charles, her voice thick with excitement and her chest
heaving as she panted her urgency.
In and up he pushed, slipping his cock into the young
girl’s body as the maid writhed and wailed, screeched and thrashed to
try to get free of her bonds. Charles let out a low groan of
appreciation as her warm, wet cunt enveloped his stiff cock and pushed
on up until the whole of it was inside her. “Virgin!” he panted
excitedly to his watching wife, “The little bitch was still virgin.”
Then he began to thrust in and out of her bloody sex hole.
“Faster… Harder!” Tessa urged and pulled wider on the
girl’s cunt lips. “Teach the little bitch who is in charge. Give it to
her hard.”
Charles rammed in and out, slamming his hips hard against
the girl’s backside and crushing the fronts of her thighs against the
edge of the desk as he drove his cock up into her young body. He
grunted and moaned his pleasure as he pumped his hips, the sight of
his wife’s flushed and excited face close to his cock made the thrill
many times better but, brought him off more quickly than was normal.
“Unnnnh!” he grunted loudly, his body tensed and he shot his load of
cum far up into the young girl’s cunt.
