Free Subculture by Sarah Veitch Page B

again.’ He kept his fingers motionless as the girl frisked her tender tissues against them and made little mewling sounds. ‘I wonder what I’ll thrash those naughty cheeks with next time? What do you think, angel? Should we make you wriggle under the whip or the tawse or the cane?’
    â€˜Aah,’ Dania grunted. ‘Ah, ah, ah.’
    Lisa recognised the subhuman groans that preceded orgasm. Any second now the girl would...
    â€˜Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!’ Dania cried. She kept bearing down, her thighs tensing in, her pink bottom puckering. Lisa knew that her eyes would be tight shut beneath the blanket of damp fair hair.
    â€˜That’s it, angel, let it all out. Oh, we should visit you between the annual accounts, or let you come here for a non-working break, shouldn’t we, darling? It’s not right that you go this long without such pleasure,’ the doctor murmured, keeping his fingers in place.
    â€˜Uh, uh, uh!’ Dania snorted, obviously nudging the last of the pudenda-based rapture out. Then she gave a long sigh of complete contentment and flopped raggedly over the armchair, bringing her arms up to fold them under her face.
    Michael leaned over and stroked her hair for a moment. ‘Let’s get you up to your bed, love,’ he murmured, helping the girl into a standing position, then scooping one hand beneath her legs to lift her into his arms. ‘There, there. It’s all over.’ He kissed her gently on the lips. Then he turned to Carmen. ‘I suspect we’ve all had enough alcohol for one evening. Maybe you could make coffee or tea?’
    Michael left, carrying Dania. Carmen left, pushing the drinks trolley before her. Lisa stood up and forced herself to make eye contact with Bakar and Marie-Rose.
    â€˜I’ll skip the tea,’ she said in a forcedly jovial tone. ‘I’ve got some work-related reading I have to do in my room.’ Have to come right now against my fingers, she thought desperately, or I’ll never be able to concentrate on anything ever again.
    â€˜Don’t work too hard,’ the Receptionist said with a knowing look.
    â€˜I... well, if I don’t see you before I’ll see you at dinner tomorrow,’ Lisa finished numbly. She wondered if she’d be able to face any of them by then. But they’d watched these spankings and canings for months, for years perhaps. Watched and gone to their rooms then met up for dinner again and again.
    Seen white bums turn red. Seen bare bottoms twitch. Heard the little cries and sighs of their writhing owners. Observed labial leaves gaping open, obviously pleading for further release. As she stumbled along the corridor, Lisa’s own mound ached and pulsed. She couldn’t bear it any longer. Taking the stairs three at a time, she quickly reached her room. Unlocked the door, raced in, unclipped her stockings and pulled down her saturated panties. Rolled onto her tummy and widely parted her legs.
    She slid the middle fingers of her right hand down, opened her labia. Was stroking each sensation-crazed leaf when her glazing eyes focused on the cabinet drawer. Did it contain a lust-based Welcome Pack? If so, she could use... Quickly she reached over and yanked open the drawer, finding the reassuring grey leather bundle. Threw it onto the bed and unzipped it, then shook the contents onto the coverlet. God, she was going to love this. Lisa picked up and fondled the eight inch smooth creamy dildo, found the base switch and hastily turned it on low.
    Closing her eyes, the herbalist moved the vibrating phallus along her full bra-held breasts and down her quivering belly. Ran it over her naked pubic patch until she moaned. Nirvana was nearing. Do it, do it, do it, she told herself wildly. Pretend that you’re being soundly thrust into by a man. She slid the mock phallus right up her drenched hot den and groaned with desire. Then she groaned again as someone knocked sharply