My Secret Life in Paris. Lucy Salisbury

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СКАЧАТЬ but my mumbled requests to spit the soap out were met with refusal and the promise of additional punishment. By the time we arrived I was beginning to feel sick, my mouth was full of bubbles, and I’d had to puff my cheeks out to stop myself swallowing what was left of the bar. Adrienne grinned at my discomfort as I climbed from the car, making queer gulping noises and pointing at my mouth as I struggled to communicate my needs without committing open disobedience. She shook her head.

      ‘Not until we’re upstairs, little one, and then only because I don’t want mess on my carpet.’

      I managed a nod, trying to seem genuinely thankful but wondering what would happen if I turned the tables on her and put her over my knee in the street. She was tiny, lightly built, not particularly strong either, while I not only stood nearly a foot taller but had spent most of the spring at an outdoor training camp, making my muscles lean and hard. It would have been the work of a moment to sit down on the bonnet of the Renault, haul her across my lap, get her out of her jeans and the no doubt fancy panties beneath and spank her until she howled.

      Unfortunately I believe in consent and she had made it plain from the first that she only gave, never received. That didn’t stop me thinking about it as I was dragged upstairs by my ear and pushed in at the door of her flat, where I ran for the bathroom to spend five minutes gagging and spluttering over the sink while she stood watching from the doorway. Even when I’d rinsed my mouth a dozen times I could still taste the soap, and my eyes were watering so badly it looked as if I’d been in tears for hours. She merely nodded as I turned to her for inspection.

      ‘There, and I trust you have learned your lesson? You go with men when I say you go with men. Is that understood?’

      I wasn’t sure if she meant it or if it was part of the game we were playing, but I didn’t want to break the moment so I bowed my head as I answered her.

      ‘Yes, M’selle Adrienne.’

      ‘Good. Now turn around and put your hands behind your back, with your wrists crossed.’

      I obeyed, peering back over my shoulder as I offered her my wrists. She was going to tie me, that much was obvious, and it was sure to be to keep me still for whatever punishment was coming, very possibly in some awkward, embarrassing and painful position. Sure enough, she’d no sooner lashed my wrists together then she pulled me, walking backwards, into her living room. I’d been there before, when I was made to kneel on the sofa with my jeans and panties down behind and my top up over my boobs while I was whipped, but this time she threw the tail of the rope over a beam and hauled my arms up behind my back.

      ‘I love this flat,’ she said as she did so. ‘It could have been designed for dealing with little tarts like you, Lucy. Open your legs, and pull your back in so that sweet little bottom of yours makes a nice shape. You are a woman, Lucy, and should always try to be elegant and poised, even while you’re being beaten. Now then, let’s have your trousers down, shall we?’

      She’d tied the end of the rope to a fitting on the wall and now she put her hands around my waist, pulled open the button of my jeans and unzipped me before tugging them down. My panties followed and I was bare, my bottom fully exposed, not just my cheeks but the rear view of my cunt, and even my anus was on show. I was left like that, shaking badly, the pain already building in my shoulders, as she went into the bedroom to fetch the vicious little dog whip she’d used on me before. She came back and used the whip handle to lift my chin.

      ‘I see you’re still dirty from your fucking?’

      ‘I couldn’t get the oil off. His … his hands were dirty, the second lorry driver, Jean-Luc. He took me from behind, holding me by my hips. The man in the next cab saw … saw me getting fucked.’

      ‘I don’t wish to know the details of your sordid encounters, Lucy, just how many times you made the two men come?’

      ‘I … I don’t know. Six? Eight?’

      ‘We’ll call it eight, in your mouth, and you let both of them fuck you?’

      ‘Yes, but I was counting that.’

      ‘I wasn’t. You get one stroke for each time you let them come in your mouth and two strokes for each time you let them in up your dirty little cunt, got it? That makes twelve.’

      ‘Yes, M’selle Adrienne.’

      ‘Good. I’m glad we understand each other, and in future, if you so much as look at a man without my permission, you get the same treatment. Now then, let’s have your pretty little breasts bare, always a good thing for a punished girl.’

      ‘Yes, M’selle Adrienne.’

      As she spoke she’d pulled up my top and jumper, leaving my breasts exposed and quivering. My nipples were stiff, and when she noticed she gave another little chuckle, amused and full of contempt for my helpless excitement. She made a loop in the whip and stroked the leather over my skin, tracing the shape of my dangling breasts and teasing my nipples.

      ‘How pathetic you are, Lucy, letting yourself get strung up with your little round bottom all bare and your top pulled up for a whipping – for a whipping, Lucy, like some disobedient slave girl or a reluctant whore way back when. Well, that’s what you want, and that’s what you’re going to get.’

      She lashed out with the dog whip, catching me full across my cheeks to lay a line of fire onto my flesh and set me gasping for breath and treading up and down. It hurt like anything, and if I’d been free I’d have tried to stop it, or at least shield my poor burning bottom, but there was nothing I could do. Tied and helpless, I was hers to use as she pleased until she chose to release me, and that meant the full twelve whip strokes, delivered one by one across my naked bottom and hips until I was dancing and jerking on the end of the rope, my hair flying in every direction and my tits jiggling as much as my bottom cheeks.

      Adrienne never once spoke, but delivered my whipping with cool detachment, just as if she had been my owner or mistress and I nothing more than a slave girl or a prostitute being given a mechanical, emotionless punishment. I knew it was a lie, and just how excited she was becoming beneath her cool exterior, but even as the twelfth stroke cracked down across my squirming bottom she held her poise. Then she tilted my chin up with the whip handle once more.

      ‘There we are, Lucy, all done, although I have to say that you weren’t very dignified about it, wriggling around and squealing like that. Do you know what you remind me of? A piglet, that’s what. In fact, I think I shall call you Cochonette in future, at least until you learn to show a little restraint during punishment.’

      I didn’t answer, looking up at her through the now bedraggled curtain of my hair. My skin was slick with sweat, my bottom a mess of burning welts, my thighs slippery with the juice from my sex, and the humiliating nickname felt exactly right, rather kind even, as if I were a pet, to be named as she pleased, treated when I was good and punished when I was naughty. I nodded my acceptance, but she wasn’t content, pushing my chin up a little higher and looking down into my face as she addressed me again.

      ‘What is your new name, Lucy?’

      ‘Cochonette, M’selle Adrienne.’

      ‘Good. I think we are beginning to understand one another. I’m going to enjoy owning you, Lucy, my darling. Now, to judge by the smell of you, you want to come, and so do I.’

      I’d expected her to be cruel, perhaps leaving my hands tied behind my back as I was put on my knees to lick her to ecstasy, but she quickly unfastened the knot СКАЧАТЬ