Sofia knew her stuff. She laid on that strap good and hard and, what with her being the kind soul that she is, she used it as an opportunity to give me a masterclass. Mistressclass. Whatever you want to call it.
‘See how I make sure I cover every part of her bottom and thighs, Richard,’ she said. ‘I like to start in the middle – never go much higher, it can cause damage – and lay a new stripe underneath, all the way down, until I get to about mid-thigh.’
She was suiting actions to her words. Long red stripes went down Celia’s bum, one by one, like rungs of a ladder. She was obviously used to it: I think she knew what to expect and that helped her through the pain. I’ve made a note of that, actually. If I want to be really mean to a sub, I buck her expectations. They hate that. They really do.
Celia was very well behaved – uncannily well behaved, I thought at the time, but I’ve seen other girls who can take a good strapping like that since. Of course, our Lucy isn’t one of them. She’s a squealer and I still have to tie her hands when I use the cane. I like a reaction, myself. Feel like I’m getting somewhere. But Sofia likes them to work hard at their submission and suppress their natural responses, and that’s her prerogative as a domme.
Celia’s bottom was getting pretty dark red by the time Sofia got to the final ten.
‘The reason I like to go down to the thighs,’ said Sofia, whipping away, ‘is because it means you can embarrass your sub by making her wear a short skirt or hotpants to the pub later on. If there’s still a nice reddish tinge to her skin, you’ll find that it keeps her squirming all night. People assume it’s sunburn, of course. Or do they? Personally, I think they’re well aware that a certain young lady’s just had a strap soundly applied to her bottom and thighs, but they’re too polite to comment. Don’t you, slut?’
‘Yes, ma’am.’ She finally cracked on that stroke – about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, I think – and made a little ‘ah’ of discomfort.
Sofia made the last strokes so hard my eyes watered a bit and then she put the strap back down on top of the chest, under Celia’s nose.
‘Kiss him again. Doesn’t he feel warm, now he’s had a good play with your naughty bottom?’
She patted Celia’s burning cheeks and had a quick rummage between her thighs.
‘Soaking again,’ she said, sucking in a breath. ‘Well, I think I’m ready for my vote of thanks, slut.’
Celia dropped to her knees and Sofia leaned against the chest, gripping the edge. Celia pulled down Sofia’s trousers to the knees – she wasn’t wearing knickers underneath – and set about licking her without further ado.
I didn’t dare look at Peregrine. I’d imagine he was as hot and bothered by it as I was. Celia got really stuck in, lapping and sucking and pushing her face right up between Sofia’s thighs, as if she wanted to fuck her with it.
Sofia started pulling her hair after a few minutes, making her do what she wanted.
‘Peregrine, darling,’ she said, as if this were the most normal thing in the world. ‘Go up to my room and fetch the large butt plug from my bedside drawer, would you? And the lube, of course.’
Celia moaned again, but Sofia obviously liked that, because she made her carry on moaning all the way through the rest of the feast.
‘Mm,’ said Sofia. ‘Think your bottom’s sore now? That’s nothing, slut, nothing at all. By the time we’re finished with you, you won’t be sitting down for days. That’s it. Push it. Eat it. Cover your face with it.’
Sofia came with a grunt just as Peregrine returned – walking a little stiffly – with the big rubber plug.
‘Gorgeous,’ panted Sofia. ‘Bend her over, Peregrine, would you, and plug her? I’ll go and fetch the paddle.’
Celia looked a little alarmed to be left to the tender mercies of Peregrine while her domme left the room, but she obeyed without question when he ordered her to bend over his lap.
I envied him, having her squirming about on his rock-hard crotch with her crimson bum nicely available to him.
‘You’ve been plugged before, I take it, madam?’ said Peregrine, uncapping the lube bottle.
‘Yes, sir.’
‘How often does Sofia plug you?’
‘A couple of times a week, sir, on average. Always during or after a punishment session. She knows I find it uncomfortable.’
‘Good. So you should.’
He parted her cheeks, exposing the little brown hole. I leaned over for a good look.
‘Have you ever worn one in public?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘Oh,