‘Good. Now march back into the practice room and let’s try that piece again. No, don’t pull up your drawers. Like that will be fine.’
I shuffled haltingly, ankles constricted by the linen bloomers, back into the living room. Arriving at the piano I could not quite believe Maz meant for me to sit down on the stool. Couldn’t I play standing up?
But my glance of appeal was met with a firm shake of the head and I lowered myself gradually on to the uncomfortable velvet pile, whimpering with pain as my sore bottom made contact.
‘Now, let’s have that Étudeagain from the beginning, Miss Delray.’
I began to play, heat and pain raging through my arse while something else raged in my pussy. I needed to be fucked. Oh God, let this piece be finished so I can get fucked. I played it so fast I missed out half the notes, squirming furiously on the unforgiving stool.
Maz laughed as I reached the end and slumped forward, plunging my forehead on to the keys with a grand discord.
‘To be honest, Keris, I don’t think that caning worked at all. That was awful!’
But she stood beside me and bent down to kiss the back of my neck, indicating that we were out of role and ready for the real fun to start.
‘It worked,’ I muttered into the ivories. ‘Oh, it worked a treat.’
‘Can I check?’ whispered Maz, a flirtatious hand on my thigh.
‘Uh-huh.’
Her fingers skimmed my bare pussy and she giggled.
‘I see what you mean. Wanna come through to the bedroom? I bet Justin’s ready for you.’
‘Damn right I am.’
I looked up and screamed at the sight of him – stark naked but for the dusty old black robe, his cock pointing optimistically at the ceiling.
Maz, quick as a flash, was back in role.
‘Professor Stern!’ she rebuked. ‘Now, if I remember correctly, there is a further task for Miss Delray. Go through the bedroom, Miss, and disrobe. Wait for us in the corner.’
I heard Justin and Maz kissing and giggling from beyond the bedroom door while I took off my drawers, my high-necked Edwardian blouse, my chemise. I took my naked body to the corner, still preoccupied by the scorpion-sting pain in my bottom. I rested my forehead against the wall, dreaming of cool lotion, a cold flannel, anything to take the heat away. But I knew that the heat was the point. I had to keep the heat and the sting, or the sex wouldn’t hit the heights I wanted and needed.
The door opened and closed behind me and their footsteps moved softly over the carpet.
‘Good,’ said Justin. ‘Now get on to the bed on all fours please, bottom raised nice and high for us.’
I obeyed immediately, my heart racing, remembering what we had agreed over IM during the week.
‘Miss Cross, take up your position.’
I heard Maz unzip her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She climbed on to the bed and sat down in front of me, spreading her legs in their sheer stockings and nude suspenders so that her pussy gaped wide just beyond my nose. Her upper body was fully clothed in a mint green twinset and pearls and she’d managed to achieve a hair and make-up look that aged her by about twenty years.
I swallowed hard. I knew what I had to do, but it was my first time. I hoped she would be firm with me.
‘Well, girl,’ she said. ‘What are you waiting for? Service me or the cane comes out again.’
Exactly right. Gratefully, I bobbed my head down, pushed out my tongue and gave her lower lips a tentative lick.
Maz put her hand in my hair and pressed my face into her hot spread.
‘Don’t hold back,’ she said gruffly. ‘Eat it.’
I breathed her in, my nose squashed into her clit, my tongue working at identifying her taste. It was far from unpleasant, a salty, subtle tang, and I began to relish my task, poking and probing into her intricate folds of flesh.
‘Good girl,’ she said heavily. ‘Don’t you dare stop.’