Result of a Wager
By
The Disciplinarian

Sir John's wife left the room to admiring glances as the four settled down to an evening of cards. It was a typical party in well off English homes in the Eighteenth century with four gentlemen playing for high stakes as usual. For some reason the cards fell badly for Sir John and by the end of the evening he was well in debt to all of them and had no more money available to settle his wagers. Lord Harrington was the first to give voice.
"How about cutting for a session for your lovely wife? If you lose then I have her for a night at my house. If you win then you get back your money."
The rest of them offered the same terms and Sir John agreed - if he lost again his wife would visit them each in turn for one night in the next fortnight. While with them they could do as we pleased with her as long as she was not damaged in any way.

Harrington took up a new pack of cards, broke the seal, and shuffled them well. He placed the cards on the table and cut first - a seven; then it was Arthur's turn - a ten; now Tony cut and his was a five. They all stood and waited for Sir John. He walked slowly to the table and, placing his hand on the pack, lifted a block of cards. It was a 'trey' - only a three - and John had lost his wife to his friends!
"Gentlemen, I know that you will do nothing which will hurt Miranda and I promise that she will be available for you as agreed."
They agreed to be in touch about dates, left the house and joined their carriages which were waiting to take them to our respective homes. Meanwhile John went upstairs to his bedroom where his wife was waiting and told her what had been agreed. She gasped and said that she would not agree to it but John told her that she had no choice, without her cooperation he would be so heavily in debt that they would have to leave their London house and move back to the country.
Miranda was still reluctant so John angrily said:
"Madam I will be obeyed and your bum will suffer until you agree to my terms. Please get out of bed remove your nightdress and present yourself over the end of the bed."
Weeping gently Miranda slipped out of her bed and unfastened the buttons down the front of her nightdress before letting it slip to the floor. John looked in admiration at his wife's figure. Tall and slim her breasts were firm and prominent with the nipples standing out like nuts from the rosy aureoles. From here his gaze slipped down to her thick auburn bush covering a prominent mons before following the firm thighs which led down to shapely calves and ankles. He went over to a cupboard and removed a cane and crop which he placed on the bed.
"Over the end Madam!"
She slowly bent over and the beautiful white buttocks began to tighten as she positioned herself. She gasped as her husband took up some strips of cloth and told her to stretch as he was going to fasten her down so that she couldn't move. She stretched and he fastened her legs to the end posts of the four poster so that they well apart before she stretched her arms so he could tie them to the top posts of the bed. Now she was spreadeagled and positioned for whatever he decided.
"I am very angry with your attitude and I shall continue whipping you until you agree to my wishes. I do not expect you to cry out or you will receive even more strokes. Now prepare yourself."
He took up the crop, a vicious looking instrument which was made of whalebone and whistled it through the air. He lay it across both cheeks which were tensed ready for the stroke, raised his arm and the crop came down "WHIPP!!", "SPLATT!!" lashing into the soft white buttocks, sinking in so that it almost disappeared before being withdrawn. The line which immediately formed was a brilliant red which turned to white before the next stroke landed. Again his arm lashed down "WHIPP!!", "SPLATT!!" and again the searing red line scored across both buttocks. Sir John knew what he intended to to do and set about it with a will. His wife moaned as the crop lashed home time after time "WHIPP!!", "SPLATT!!", "WHIPP!!", "SPLATT!!", "WHIPP!!", "SPLATT!!" scarifying her bum with the pain building and becoming more and more unbearable. She lost count as the crop power home"WHIPP!!", "SPLATT!!", "WHIPP!!", "SPLATT!!", "WHIPP!!", "SPLATT!!" . By now her reddened bum was turning purple with her treatment and knew she that this was only the beginning unless she surrendered. He stopped for moment and asked if she was ready to give in. She shook her head so he took up the cane. This was a real four foot bamboo punishment cane with knots at intervals down its length and had been brought back by Sir John from his travels in India and the Far East. He intended to be obeyed and was now white with fury as he applied it with a will "WHIPP, CRACKKK!!!", "WHIPP, CRACKKK!!!","WHIPP, CRACKKK!!!". The crop had set her up for the exquisite pain of this cane. Each stroke crossed the earlier whip marks and landed on the raised weals already evident. The scars already there were emphasised by the ridges the cane made and were added to by the impact of the knots in the bamboo which drove even farther into the buttocks. By the time the twentieth stroke landed she cried out:
"I agree, No more please, I agree!"
Sir John stopped at once and threw the cane on the bed.
" Right madam. At last you have come to your senses. Remember that you are the disposal of the three gentlemen and will do whatever they require. Now you will present your bum for my cock."
He unfastened his trousers and slipped them down showing a large firm cock which stood out like a flagpole. He went up to his wife's lacerated buttocks and parting her bum cheeks presented his tadger to her anus. She groaned as his coarse pubic hair rubbed against the punished bum. He thrust forward and she groaned as he pushed open the tight orifice until he was fully lodged home.
"Enjoy it madam as I shall."
He started to thrust in and out and she cried out as he hammered her wounded buttocks. Faster and faster he drove in and out until finally he cried out and stiffened and with a final thrust he spurted gouts of spunk into her. He pulled out with a 'plop' and unfastening his wife from her bonds he told her to clean him up before she dealt with her painful buttocks. She took a washcloth from the bowl on the sideboard and going down on her knees rubbed it up and down his cock. As she did so he began to be aroused again and, as he stiffened, he told her to suck him to full stand and wank him off. She enjoyed this part and, in spite of the pain and stiffness, took his cock in her mouth and sucked and licked it until the purple head was out of its sheath. She then worked away with her hand up and down the stalk until with a jerk he came and cum gouted out of the tip and across her face where she tried to swallow it as the thick white wave covered her.
Finally she wiped it again and he pulled his trousers up before leaving her to salve her pain.

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Two weeks had passed and Miranda had recovered from her ordeal as she prepared herself and made sure that she was stylishly dressed before leaving for her first 'assignation' this one with Lord Harrington. She had no idea what was in store and, as she got nearer, was more and more apprehensive until the carriage pulled up at his door. As she alighted so the door opened and Lord Harrington was waiting for her as she walked forwards. He smiled and said:
"Welcome, to my home my dear. I hope that we shall have an enjoyable time."
Miranda lifted her skirts and climbed the steps entering the front door where he helped her off with her cloak. he led her into a room on the right which had thick carpets and a lounger against the wall. In the centre of the room was a small table which was set for dinner for two. There was a roaring fire in the grate and a fur rug in front of it. Lord Andrew Harrington turned to Miranda and, patting the lounger, said:
"Come and sit down and we will have a glass of wine before we have dinner. Then we can get to know each other better. I am glad that you agreed to come and I look forward exploring our mutual interests. By the way we are on our own tonight as I have given the servants the night off."
Miranda was beginning to relax with Andrew's gentle manner and the warmth of the room and as she sipped her drink she found herself becoming excited with the prospect of this handsome man. She sat down at the table and as they worked their way through the food she found that Andrew was a fascinating conversationalist, drawing her out about her life and experiences. Eventually the food was finished and the table was moved to one corner of the room. Andrew then looked at her quizzically and said:
"Are you ready?"
Miranda looked shy but nodded her head.
He walked over to the lounger and sat down:
"Now I want you to stand in front of me and remove your clothes s-l-o-w-l-y. Take your time as I want to enjoy the unveiling."
She stood up and walked to the centre of the room until she was facing him. Her hands went behind her back and unfastened the sash of the dress. They then went up to her neck and she unfastened the brooch which held her neck scarf in place. She fumbled a little as, one by one, she unfastened the buttons of the dress. The last button came loose and her hands went up to shrug the dress off her shoulders. It slipped down making a pool around her feet and she stepped out of it so that she stood there in her bodice, pantaloons and stockings held at the knees by ties. Andrew smiled and nodded encouragingly for her to continue. One by one the bows holding her stockings up were unfastened and she rolled the stockings down and off her legs and feet. Miranda then raised her hands to her bodice and untied the bows which held it in place letting it fall down. As it came off Andrew gasped in wonder at the perfection of the breasts displayed before him. Firm and proud they were the breasts of a young woman and the rosy aureoles were tipped with the most exquisite pointed nipples which stood out sharp and clear.
Miranda took both hands to the tie at her waist and, after fumbling for a moment or two, she loosed her pantaloons. Holding them, as though reluctant to release them, she finally pushed them off her hips and they slid down joining the bodice at her feet. Proudly she stepped out of them and with her hands at her sides presented herself naked except for her stockings for the inspection of Andrew Harrington. Having already seen, as he thought, perfection he was now in awe with the picture presented to him. A connessieur of beautiful women he could not remember one who had made such an impact on him. Her small feet rose through firm well formed calves to thighs which were covered at the top by a warm auburn fleece screening her mons. As she bent over to finally removed her stockings the fig of her pussy lips peeped through as though shy of any attention with wisps of auburn hair surrounding it. The rest of her body was of the same standard and Andrew knew that if she could offer him the affection he wanted then this would indeed be a night to remember!
He called her toward him and she walked slowly forwards. He took her hand and told her to lay across his knees. She did so but was aware that the punishment from her husband was still visible. As she buried her head in the cushions at the end Andrew stroked her bum cheeks gently and touched the scars.
"Is this from your husband?"
She nodded.
"Is it because you didn't want to be part of his wager?"
Again she nodded.
"I promise you that nothing unpleasant will happen with me. Do you believe me?"
She whispered that she was sure that he was honourable and would not hurt her.
Andrew started to gently spank her bum cheeks. At first she flinched but soon saw that there was no malice but only play and before long felt a warm glow as with the spanking he massaged and caressed her bottom. Her legs parted and his fingers moved up and down the inside of her calves and thighs as he began to explore between the spanking and caressing. She parted her legs and a featherlight touch on her clitoris made her jerk but, when his fingers explored further and parted her pussy lips to invade her, she opened her legs even further to help him. Soon he had two fingers thrusting in and out while she arched her back to give him even greater access. This had never happened with her husbamd who was vey much an in and out man'. She was wet and her whole body was beginning to react to his ministrations when he gave her two sharp spanks and told her to sit back on the lounger with her legs apart. Andrew stood up and removed his clothes so that she could see his well formed body with his perfect cock just beginning to stiffen. She took up her position so that her quim was fully exposed and it appeared like a grotto nestling in its furry forest. Andrew went down on his knees and, pushing her legs wider, he slid his tongue into her cunt first flicking her clitty with his tongue. Then he used it to explore higher inside her and she cried out with pleasure as she felt her spend run down and into his mouth. He stood up in front of her:
"Now you must give me pleasure."
She knew immediately what he wanted and, as she looked, she saw his cock was now firm and clearly ready for whatever duty it was presented with. She went down on her knees and took it in her mouth tonguing the tip and sucking it until it filled her mouth. She continued this for several minutes using the tip of her tongue to part the slit at the top for added pleasure. She took his ballsac in her mouth and then massaged the shaft with her tongue running it up and down the vein at the back.
She felt he was ready now and lay back on the floor parting her pussy lips and drawing him towards her as she lay back for him to take her as he wished. He came down and she guided his spear home into her grotto where she was filled as it thrust eagerly yet gently up into her. They lay there like that while he kissed and caressed her - first her face and mouth and then her breasts sucking and nipping the sensitive nipples. They we both fully aroused now and he started thrusting in earnest while she pushed against him. Although roused he was fully in control and they were able to hold for several minutes before she felt the telltale hot flush which came with an orgasm. Andrew had timed it perfectly and his final thrust was launched as she came so that they we crushed to each other with the force of their passion and her legs locked round his back as she arched her back and cried out with pleasure. She felt him inundate her but had no compunction about it and was happy that if a baby came it would be Andrew's.
They lay together for several minutes murmuring sweet nothings until Andrew withdrew and standing up fetched them each a glass of wine. They sat beside the fire and talked and drank the wine as they relaxed after the emotional climax earlier. Andrew then stood and took her hand saying that they should now go up to bed to continue what they had started. Miranda now had no fear and, hand in hand, they went upstairs to his bedroom where the rest of the night was as memorable as the beginning.
When Miranda left in the morning she hoped and prayed that the other two visits would be as pleasurable as this had been, and she could return sometime to Lord Andrew.

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It was several nights later when Miranda again dressed herself in preparation for her visit to Tony Villiers and her mind went back to the night with Andrew, Lord Harrington and she prayed that tonight would offer as much pleasure. The carriage was waiting and she was soon on her way. It was only ten minutes before she arrived at her destination but this time she was met by a manservant, who took her cloak and showed her into a drawing room. It was several minutes before Tony Villiers arrived apologising for his lateness but, unlike Lord Harrington, he was much more remote and welcomed her in a distant fashion.
"Good evening Madam. You do understand that for tonight to are at my disposal and will do exactly as I tell you. Come with me and we will begin."
Miranda felt cold at his comments but followed him to a back room of the house where she was surprised to see what looked like a gymnasium with wall bars, 'A' frame, vaulting horse and the like while on the wall were whips, canes, birches and other implements. Miranda looked around with horror as she guessed what the night would hold for her.
"I hope that you like my playroom. I promise you an interesting time and although I agreed not to return you damaged to your husband I am sure that he will not object to a few marks. Now I suggest that you remove your clothes so that I can see what I have paid for."
Miranda unfastened her dress and let it slip to the floor; then it was the turn of her stockings and bodice so that those proud breasts once again gleamed in the view of a stranger. Her pantaloons finally followed so that Tony now saw the prize he had bought. He looked her over from head to foot and was already aroused with what he saw.
"What a superb bum you have, I think that a couple of dozen for starters will warm it up. Let me have you over the 'A' frame. Miranda walked forwards to the frame as though in a dream and bent herself across it with the white globes of her buttocks forming an attractive picture as they stood clear from the frame. Tony was removing his coat and rolling up his sleeves before, using leather straps, he fastened her to the frame.
"We don't want you moving do we. Now down to pleasure for me, and I am afraid pain for you."
He went to the side of the room and took down a long straight cane which he whipped through the air as he approached her.
"Don't be afraid to cry out - there is only my manservant in the house so you will not be heard."
At this he gently ran the cane up and down her buttocks and thighs before with a "SWISHH!!, "CRACKKK!" he brought it down across the the tender buttocks. For Miranda her worst fears were realised as the force of the stroke made it clear that this was not a lover's beating but that of a sadist who would enjoy her pain. Tony enjoyed the sight of the white line turning red and waited fully a minute before applying the second "SWISHH!!, "CRACKKK!" which also landed with force. Now he was into a rhythm and "SWISHH!!, "CRACKKK!","SWISHH!!, "CRACKKK!","SWISHH!!, "CRACKKK!" one by one the cuts fell on the soft warm globes forcing her body to jerk and writhe with the pain. Up until now she had avoided crying out but by the time the halfway stage had been reached her buttocks were on fire and she could not keep quiet any longer.
"Please stop, I can't stand any more!"
Tony just laughed and said nothing but his response was more, and even harder, strokes "SWISHH!!, "CRACKKK!","SWISHH!!, "CRACKKK!","SWISHH!!, "CRACKKK!". By now Miranda was in such pain that she was screaming with every new application and she had lost count of the total in the fog of pain. Suddenly her abused body was no longer being assaulted but even when he ceased she continued crying for several minutes before she felt her restraints released and Tony lifting her up.
"That my dear was for starters but now it is your turn to watch."
He lifted a speaking tube on the wall and called:
"George can you come down now."
There was a tap on the door and George, Tony's valet came in and bowed.
"Yes Sir!"
"George look at the bum of this young lady and tell me what should happen to me?"
George walked across to where Miranda was laying face down on a sofa,looked at her buttocks and turning to his master said:
"Rather fierce don't you think Sir. In my opinion you deserve twice the number you gave her. I assume that this was two dozen with the cane I see on the floor?"
Tony nodded.
"Right Sir, if you will remove the rest of your clothes then I think that we can deal with this problem immediately."
While Tony was removing his clothes George walked over to Miranda again and said:
"Excuse me Madam but I think that I must explain. My master enjoys beating young ladies but feels guilty about what he has done. He then needs to be beaten himself to overcome this guilt and this is one of my duties. You are not the first and will not be the last. I regret to say however that you can expect more of the same later tonight from my Master although in what form and with what instruments I cannot say. I suggest that you now sit back and watch my Master on the receiving end."
He returned to Tony who was now naked and told him to go to the ladder stand on the lower rung and raise his arms as high as possible. It was obviously something which had happened before as Tony was soon in position. George then climbed up until he could fasten his Master's hands to the top bar. Tony was now suspended with his toes just touching the bottom rung and his legs were spread and fastened to the sides. The position he was in meant that he could not do anything to avoid the cane and the whole of his back was exposed.
Miranda, although still in pain, watched fascinated with what was happening. George went to the side and took down a lethal looking whip with at least a dozen leather thongs. He approached his Master and, taking up a position at his side, took careful aim before lashing the whip across his buttocks. Miranda saw a dozen lines appear across both cheeks before the next stroke landed, and then the next, and then the next until she had lost count. The red marks now covered from his bum to his thighs and had become fiery lines which were criss-crossing each other until it was impossible to tell where one finished and another began.
George now put down the whip and lifted a birch from a bucket in the corner of the room. By now Miranda had her fingers between her legs and she was rubbing her clitoris with the excitement of what she was watching. Always before it had been her on the receiving end and this vision of a man being caned and birched severely turned her on so that she was ready to orgasm without any foreplay. As she sat there saw immediately that this was not the birch of her schoolroom days but consisted of a dozen or more long straight firm twigs still with nodules and buds dotted along them. George took up his position again and brought the birch down across his Master's bum. Tony cried out for the first time as the birch slashed across him. The impact did not seem severe, but on top of the cane, it would be devastating and Miranda was aware from experience that even the nursery birch built in its effect. George did not let up and one by one the strokes landed each one wrapping itself around the sides of his buttocks and soon blisters began to form. Miranda could see that some of the marks were raw and blood was streaking his bum. George was relentless and although Miranda had not counted was sure that he had received two dozen before the broken birch was thrown away. Her own fingers came away from inside her cunt covered with her come but still unsatisfied.
"I think that will do for now Sir. I will unfasten you and leave you and your guest together."
George unfastened Tony and led him over to me before bowing and leaving the room. Miranda could see immediately that whatever other effect it had had on Tony the whip and birch had certainly stimulated him sexually as his cock stood out from his thick bush of pubic hair in a way that showed its eagerness to be about its business.
"Now my dear I think that it is time we indulged ourselves a little. Open your legs wide for me and we shall see whether we can enjoy ourselves now."
Miranda lay back with her sore bum cushioned by the soft rugs and spread her legs wide. As she opened herself Tony could see that the auburn bush was flecked with the juices which had oozed from her during the session she had witnessed. She used her fingers to open herself up so that he could see the coral inside of her pussy lips waiting to welcome him. She took his cock in her hand and guided it to its haven as with a groan he pushed inside her. Because of the stimulation from her own caning and his birching both of them were ready so that he slipped home easily and she felt him filling her up. In spite of his former violence he was a gentle lover and his thrusts were meant to stimulate her as well as himself as he moved in and out and from side to side. He restrained himself, rested and then worked again and she soon found herself reciprocating and joining in. Tony thrust with a will and the motion gave Miranda a warm glow which sufused her whole body and she soon joined him with a will until with a final jerk they both came together with Tony inundating Miranda with a flood of warm cum while she in turn felt her own spend mixing with his as it leaked out of her.
Tony groaned,
"I am sorry dear Miranda that I need the stimulatation of the lash to get me to this point and I am afraid that after a rest we shall both me subjected to the same again before we can enjoy sex. I hope that you will forgive me."
Miranda was amazed but said that she would forgive him but begged him not to be so fierce the next time.
They lay together dozing and playing in front of the fire for what appeared several hours until Tony stood up and said:
"I am ready for you again. I am sorry I shall hurt you but this is the way I am made. I think that the 'A' frame is the most suitable again so please return to it and bend over."
Slowly Miranda walked forward and stretched herself over the frame while Tony fastened her in position. He looked and smoothed her ravaged bum before going to the bucket and removing a birch from it. Although Miranda was terrified as she prepared herself for her ordeal she was relieved to see that this one was not as fierce as that used on Tony.
As the first stroke landed she felt the soft feathery ends sting her buttocks. Miranda knew that this was just the start and soon her sore bum would feel as though being eaten alive by ants as the effect of the birch strokes built up. One by one the kiss of the birch became more intrusive until by the tenth she could hardly stop from screaming and she was wriggling to avoid the lash. This seemed only to inflame Tony more and he lashed down harder and faster until finally, when she was crying for mercy, he threw down the broken twigs and collapsed exhausted and emotionally drained on the floor. There was a tap on the door and George entered silently taking in the condition of Miranda who was draped across the frame sobbing silently with blood oozing from her ravished buttocks. George gently unfastened the ties and helped her to the rug in front of the fire where she lay face down with her head in her hands.
George now moved over to his Master and lifting him said:
"The 'A' frame I think Sir."
Tony moved forwards as though in a trance and took his position over the frame with his scarified buttocks already bruised and damaged. George fastened him down and took up a riding crop which looked more suitable for the hide of a horse than a man."WHIPPP!", "CRACKKK!", the fearsome weapon landed across his bum "WHIPPP!", "CRACKKK!","WHIPPP!", "CRACKKK!","WHIPPP!", "CRACKKK!". George certainly knew his Master and gave him no mercy as the blows landed with accuracy tracing a line up from his thighs to the top of his buttocks. Miranda watched in awe as the punishment continued for what seemed an eternity until with a final "WHIPPP!", "CRACKKK!", George finished. To Miranda Tony's bum now looked like a piece of raw meat and he stood up slowly obviously in some pain as he walked across to her.
"Madam I must ask one further favour of you. Painful as it may be I wish to go up your arse. Will you please therefore suck until you are sure that I am ready and then bend over parting your bum cheeks. George bring some pomade."
Miranda went down in front of Tony and with gentle hands and mouth brought him to full stand before standing up she moved to the lounger and, bending forward and parting her sore bum cheeks, she prepared herself. George took a handful of pomade and pushed it into her anus before anointing his Master's cock and then bowing left as Tony presented himself to Miranda's anus. His cock was long but not too thick so, with the help of the pomade, he slipped home with only a little effort. His pubic hair was rough and uncomfortable on Miranda's bum but she enjoyed anal sex so was willing to accept this discomfort. Tony pushed home until he was fully lodged and then grunted as he moved in an out. Obviously the pain as his own bum stiffened was having an effect. In and out he reamed her while she played with her clity and pussy until Tony stiffened and with a final groan launched his sperm into her dark regions. He remained in position for a minute or two as his cock subsided and then with a soft 'plop' withdrew. Miranda stood up and Tony drew her round to face him and kissing her thanked her. He said that if she wished he would now put some pomade on her sore bum to relieve the pain. She agreed and laying face down felt the cool, soft cream applied to her buttocks. The gentle massage and cream helped to ease the ache and she then did the same to Tony.
They rested on the rug covered by a blanket for the rest of the night until it was time for her to leave. She put her dress on but left her pantaloons off as she prepared for the carriage to take her home. Tony went to the door with her and aplogised: "I hope that you will not think too badly of me for what has happened but for me it was an enjoyable, albeit painful, night. I wish you well and your husband's debt to me is paid in full."

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When Miranda arrived home her husband wanted to know what had transpired and when she told him about the caning he insisted that she show him. As he inspected the damage, running his fingers over the lines and ridges, he said:
"Well Madam, I don't think I could have done better myself. I suggest that you rest up because your next partner will be in one week time. Meanwhile I think I would like to sample your delights myself."
At this he unfastened his trousers and throwing her back on the bed spread her legs wide to accommodate his cock. A few quick thrusts and he was finished and then dressing himself left her room where she sobbed herself to sleep.

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It was the night of her final trial and Miranda had dessed her best as usual but following the previous two experiences what not sure what lay before her. Her bottom had lost most of the marks following the previous violation and she hoped that whatever happened would not be so painful. By the time she had had these thoughts she had arrived at her destination and as she alighted from the carriage she was surpised to be greeted by Arthur and a well dressed lady who introduced herself as Arthur's wife.
"I am sure that you are surprised to see me but I am Florence, Arthur's wife, and when he told me about the wager I decided that I would enjoy taking part myself."
Miranda was surprised but had little alternative so smiled and said that she was pleased to meet her and was sure that they would get on well together. Florence handed Miranda's cloak to a maid and then led her into a drawing room where there was a good fire burning.
"I thought that we could have a chat and a glass of wine before dinner. I have one or two ideas for the night but we will not think about them until after dinner."
The two ladies sat an chatted about friends and aquaintances as they sipped their drinks and Miranda started to relax with the warmth and conversation. Arthur came and joined them and it was a civilised group which went into dinner. The dinner was excellent and as they drank a final glass and Athur smoked his cigar Florence said:
"We have something to show you first and then we shall retire to the other wing for the rest of the night for privacy."
She rang a bell and maidservant came in and curtseyed to Florece and Arthur.
"Now Angela, you know what you have done in stealing a guinea from my purse. You have a choice of either accepting our punishment of a hard birching or being handed over to the police and go to prison. Which is it to be?"
"Your punishment, Sir and Madam. I am sorry it will never happen again."
"Tell Mr Mobbs to bring in the birching bench and then prepare yourself and return here."
Angela left the room and after a minute there was a tap on the door and the butler and a manservant entered with a long bench with straps across it. They placed it in the middle of the floor and then left the room. Mr Mobbs returned with a fearsome looking birch made of at least two dozen twigs fastened at the end with a leather handle. There was a further tap on the door and it was Angela dressed only in a shift.
"Remove your shift Angela and then lay along the bench. Fasten her securely Mr Mobbs as we do not want any wriggling."
Angela removed her shift and Miranda could see that she had a well formed body with firm thighs and a well cushioned bum. She lay down on the bench and was fastened into position. with the white globes standing out from the rest of her body.
"Mr Mobbs a firm dozen please. Do not draw back if you value your position."
Mr Mobbs took up his place to the side of the bench and lashed down the first stroke. "WHIPPP!", "CRACKKK!", it landed with purpose and Amanada cried out; "WHIPPP!", "CRACKKK!","WHIPPP!", "CRACKKK!" the strokes lashed home and Miranda saw that the whiteness of the buttocks was quickly turning to an angry red with what looked like rivulets of blood running backwards and forwards. She knew that this was an illusion and that this was just the redness which the birch created. "WHIPPP!", "CRACKKK!","WHIPPP!", "CRACKKK!","WHIPPP!", "CRACKKK!". By now Amanda was crying out but looking at Florence Miranda could see that her lips were parted and her hands were playing down among her skirts. "WHIPPP!", "CRACKKK!","WHIPPP!", "CRACKKK!","WHIPPP!", "CRACKKK!". The final stroke landed and Florence told Mr Mobbs to unfasten the girl and then remove the bench. She told Amanda to replace her shift and retire to her room - she was lucky that she was not being dismissed. Crying softly Amanda replaced her shift and curtseying to her employers she thanked them and left the room.
Florence smiled at me:
"Just a small domestic problem but these must be dealt with immediately. Now we will retire to our own quarters."
She stood up, the three of them left the room and went up a wide staircase and through a thick pair of doors to what was clearly a separate wing of the house.
"When we are entertaining we like privacy and this wing offers it."
Florence opened a heavy door and led Miranda into a stylish bedroom. Lit by candles in sconces there was a large curtained four poster bed in the centre of the room while a large fire burned cheerfully in the grate. Florence turned to Miranda asked said that she hoped Miranda liked the room.
"Let me tell you about tonight. Have you ever made love to a woman before? No, I can see from your expression that you never have but I promise you that you will enjoy it."
She turned and drew Miranda to her kissing her full on the mouth and whispering:
"I will help you remove your clothes and then you can undress me. Arthur will be joining us, to watch at first, but then to join in."
There was a tap on the door and Arther entered just dressed in a dressing gown.
"Are you ready ladies?"
Florence told him that he was too early and to go and sit on a chair at the side. Arthur moved across and sat down. Meanwhile Florence unfastened the pin at the throat of Miranda's dress gradually pushing it off her shoulders. Her bodice also slipped down until her breasts were exposed. There was a gasp from Florence:
"Quite magnificent my dear!"
And she proceeded to gently take each one into her mouth tonguing the nipples as the stood out like nuts.
"Now let us see the rest of you."
She unfastened the sash at Miranda's waist and let the dress fall until it was a pool of chiffon on the ground. Gently her fingers went to the bow at the waist of Miranda's pantoloons and, unfastening it pushed them over the promient buttocks until they joined the dress. Now Miranda stood naked except for her stockings and Florence stood back to admire the proud lines of Miranda's body. After a moment's perusal she returned and slipping her fingers into the thick auburn pubic bush she worked her way in until she found the soft pussy lips hidden within.
"Superb! I think we will have a wonderful time tonight. Now my dear it is your turn to undress me."
Miranda went through the same procedure as had been done to her and before long she saw that Florence was as beautifully built as herself. Her breasts were full and white with pink tipped nipples while her bum was full and firm. Her pubic hair covering her prominent mons was dark and covered her mons like a forest. All in all two more magnificent specimens of womanhood it would have been difficult to find. Arthur looked at both of them in admiration and clapped:
"Bravo ladies! Now let us have an exhibition."
Penelope took Miranda's hand and led her to the bed where she lay her on her back. She then brought her body to Miranda as though they were fused and kissing her she parted Miranda's legs with one of her own and rubbed their cunts together. Miranda gasped as she felt the sensations usually associated with a man touching her course through her body and she soon joined in the movements with Florence. Their hands were everywhere, masssaging back and buttocks, finding the secret places as they climbed across each other. Their tongues were in and out of each others mouth, flicking and rubbing as they built up to a climax which caused them both to orgasm at the same time. They lay back gently kissing and cuddling until a voice from the side;
"My turn I believe ladies?"
Arthur had stood up had removed his gown showing that he was naked and his cock was firmly erect.
"Have you told Miranda what happens now my dear?"
He asked picking up a cane.
"Arthur enjoys using the cane before he indulges himself with us. He will give each of us a dozen sharp strokes and then roger us in the anus. I hope that you are not frightened of the cane."
Miranda shook her head. The two ladies stood up and directed by Arthur bent over the end of the bed. The sight of the two bums bending side by side and standing out white and untouched, was enough and Arthur proceeded to apply the cane to the two posteriors in turn "WHIPP, CRACKKK!!!", the first was for Miranda and the first red line appeared. "WHIPP, CRACKKK!!!", then came Florence and it was the turn of her bum to suffer, "WHIPP, CRACKKK!!!". again Miranda and Arthur was accurate as he lay the second on her bum. So the lines on each bum grew in number with the sound of the sharp strokes on the other bum acting as a stimulus to their own wait. "WHIPP, CRACKKK!!!", "WHIPP, CRACKKK!!!","WHIPP, CRACKKK!!!" Arthur lay the last strokes on with force and, telling both ladies to remain in position, threw the cane on the bed and positioned himself behind Miranda.
"Spread your bum cheeks for me. Florence will you get some pomade to anoint this beautiful anus."
Florence produced a pot of pomade and spread the contents liberally in the tight little roseatte hole.
"Well done my dear and now for your arse."
Miranda felt a prod as the head of his cock searched for the wrinkled lips of her tight hole. He found it and gradually she was spread as it nudged its way inside. This was larger than any she had taken before and she felt breathless as it finally lodged home.
"Florence prepare yourself while I enjoy myself with Miranda."
Florence spread her own bum cheeks and anointed herself while she watched her husband pummelling in and out of Miranda. She knew what would happen soon and spread her own cheeks ready. Sure enough while still fully erect he pulled out of Miranda and thrust into his wife's arse his rhythm seeming not to have faltered in the changeover. Miranda seeing what was happening began to play with herself while gradually Arthur got faster until with a final thrust and a cry he spurted into his wife's dark interior. Miranda thrust her fingers high inside her own pussy and came off at the same time. The two ladies bent over face down still with their buttocks raised until Arthur told them that he would now leave them and they 'could indulge themselves'.
Florence turned to Miranda and asked if she was alright and Miranda smiled shyly and nodded.
"Now it is our turn. Let us clean ourselves and we have a whole night for me to teach you about love between ladies. Always remember that we do not need men although they need us."
They cleaned themselves up and returned to the bed naked. Florence took Miranda in her arms and asked if her bum hurt and when she said that it stung Florence took more of the pomade and massaged it into the bum cheeks making sure that she dealt with the ridges and lines which the cane had raised. She then opened Miranda's legs and going down on them with her mouth she started to titillate Miranda's clitoris. Miranda arched her back to give her greater access but Florence told her to wait and turning round spread herself over Miranda with her own pubic bush and pussy just above Miranda's mouth.
"You try it with me as well"
Miranda found the smell and the taste of the cum which was oozing out of Florence unusual but pleasant and soon the two ladies were reaming each other out with cries as they came up for air. The session ended when they came together sucking and slurping on the juices they had generated. As they sat up Florence asked Miranda if she enjoyed a cock and when Miranda answered she did she told her that she was now going to get one. She went over to a drawer and from it removed a strange harness with what seemed like a long rod protruding. Handing it to Miranda she told her to feel the rod and tell her what it felt like. It was made of some smooth wood and had a shape which was obvious as you looked at it. Miranda touched it gently and then caressing it gasped and said:
"Why it is made like a man's cock, quite a big one at that."
Florence took it back and explained that she had found this one in Paris when they were thre on holiday and now used it regularly. She fastened the harness round her waist and between her legs until she had the phallus pointing out in front of her exactly as if she was a man.
"Lay back and open those lovely pussy lips and I will show you why we do not need a man."
Miranda lay back and spread her legs watching as Florence came down on top of her and gasping as she felt the coldness of the phallus as it entered her. She helped by pushing forward and soon it was lodged, as it seemed, right up to her womb. The two women faced each other and hugged and kissed as Florence began the in and out motion which usually the man offers. For both of them it was a fantastic experience which they were able to continue for several minutes during which time Miranda was having multiple orgasms. Each time she came Florence egged her on to even greater heights.
"Again my love; again my darling; give me more!"
The endearments and whispers got more urgent until finally Miranda flushed and warm thoughout arched her back and cried out in ecstacy. Florence gently eased out of her and lay back beside her with the wooden phallus sticking up between her legs. They kissed and cuddled before Florence removed the harness and held it out to Miranda.
"Your turn now!"
She helped Miranda strap on the harness and Miranda felt strange as the weight of the phallus pulled her hips forward but she was soon ready and Florence lay back spreading her pussy lips with her fingers to help as she guided the tip into her. The phallus was now warm and slippy from Miranda's juices and it slid into Florence easily massaging the sides of the vagina as it went home. Miranda paused and then, slowly at first as she felt her way, with greater confidence moved in and out of Florence who was already squealing with pleasure. Miranda suddenly felt Florence's legs wrap around her waist as she pulled herself closer and soon they were working hard in and out with Florence offering as much as Miranda. By now they were perspiring freely and were spending copiously so that their legs and inside of their thighs were slippery with their juices. Florence urged Miranda on and she moved faster and faster picking up a rhythm which they both maintained through a fog of pleasure until finally Miranda could continue no longer and she gasped:
"I must finish"
With a final thrust which seemed to penetrate Florence to her heart Miranda subsided. Florence gave a last heave and squeeze before she also shuddered through a massive orgasm which seemed to consume her as she cried out.
The phallus slipped out of Florence and she unfastened it from Miranda and the two women looked at each other:
"Well, what do you think?"
"Florence I did not believe it possible to have so much pleasure, and with another woman. Can we meet again as I want to explore this side of me further?"
Florence laughed:
"My dear I am sure that we will meet again. Just wait for my message."
The two ladies slept the rest of the night and when they got up in the morning and bathed Miranda helped her friend dress and, dressed herself, was then escorted to her carriage.
As she entered Florence bent forward and whispered:
"Wait for my message!"

What happened when Florence contacted Miranda is told in "Ladies Circle"

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