That did it. I cracked down, hard, and Celia did a sort of little jump and puffed out a breath. No more Mr Nice Guy. I kept up the pressure after that and was pleased with myself when she started to flex her ankles and gasp. Her skin went pink, then darker and, soon enough, every smack brought a little ‘oo’ sound with it.
I was flying. My God. It was amazing. I was finally doing something I’d never thought I’d do and I knew, right then and there, that this couldn’t be the last time. The way her skin heated up and flattened under my hand then bounced back, it was the sexiest thing ever. Well, you’ll know that, of course. I wanted to go on and on, but once her bum was rosy red all over I noticed that my own palm was stinging and thought she was probably warmed up now, as they’d said.
‘That’ll do for starters,’ I said. I rubbed my hand all over her arse – it was better than a roaring fire. The glisten on her pussy lips was still there, and more of it too. She was getting her breath back and the little so-and-so rubbed herself against me, as if to tell me she knew I was hard and what was I going to do about it?
I nearly did something about it then and there, but Sofia and Peregrine finished applauding, and I knew Sofia was going to speak.
‘You’ve done a wonderful job, Richard, absolutely terrific. She’s very well warmed now. Take a look at her pussy. What do you see?’
‘She’s wet.’
Celia stopped squirming on me straight away and tensed up. Did she know what was coming?
‘Of course she is. Because Celia always gets very wet after a spanking. Don’t you, Celia?’
‘Yes, ma’am.’
‘Why is that?’
‘Because I’m a dirty slut, ma’am.’
‘Good. Our gentleman friends need to know this about you. They’re going to see your sluttiness at very close quarters soon. Richard, why don’t you finger her for a bit, if you like? She’s not allowed to come, of course, so it makes a nice little rounding-off of part one of her punishment. Tease her.’
Celia gave a little sigh, halfway between ecstasy and despair.
‘Spread your legs, girl. Wide. Show the gents everything you’ve got. Aww, you’re doing so well. Your first time in front of strangers and you’re being such an obedient little trollop. I’m proud of you.’
The way she mixed sternness with kindness was intriguing to me. Celia needed encouragement, of course, to take this very bold step forward, but she seemed to be enjoying it. This became very clear to me when I put my hand down between her thighs and pressed my fingers into her pussy lips.
She held herself perfectly still and taut. I suppose if she’d allowed herself to relax she might have had the forbidden orgasm.
It kept going through my head that I had Celia Britt over my knee, with my fingers exactly where half the men in England would like to put them. If so-and-so could see me now, I thought. It didn’t seem quite real. I wanted to whip out my phone and get a picture, just so I’d know for sure it’d really happened.
But that would be looking a gift horse in the mouth. Just then, I was quite happy to keep looking at my gift sub and her lovely red bum. She was really wet down there, and her clit was swollen. I
thought if I talked to her, it would make things even more difficult for her. Could I be that cruel?
Come on. You know me.
I kept saying things like, ‘I saw you in that last movie you did. When you kissed your opposite number, did he know that you like a strange man’s hand down your knickers? Perhaps he’d had his there already. I bet he has. I bet he was feeling you up all the way through – they just cut it so we could only see your heads. But the whole crew could see what he was doing to you further down – taking down your knickers and rubbing your pussy, sticking his fingers up inside you.’
She could hardly bear it. She was gritting her teeth to begin with, then I saw her put a finger sideways in her mouth and bite down on it.
‘I bet all your directors know how to get a good performance out of you. Take you over their knees and give you a good spanking before you go on set. Do you do all your scenes with a warm bottom, Celia? Is that the secret of your success?’
‘Please.’
She was so close. I could feel her body surrendering, little knots unwinding one by one.
‘OK,’ said Sofia.
I knew she meant my time was up, but I wilfully ignored her. She was going to have to spell it out.
‘Slut, you’re going to have to get on your knees and thank the kind gentleman for warming you up. Chop chop.’ She clapped her hands and I finally took my fingers from that lovely, soft, wet place and let her go.
Sofia looked at me as if she couldn’t work me out. ‘You’re sure you haven’t done this before?’
I’d surprised myself with how easily I’d taken to it, so all I could do was shrug and put up my hands.