The idea for this story came up recently when I attended a theatre opening.
It has lots of my favourite fetish themes in it including bodily functions and discipline, so if that is in any way offensive to you please look elsewhere. All characters are over 18.
*****
She was late, but not yet very late. It was only just gone ten past and we’d been due to meet in the Stalls Bar at 2pm.
Even so, it was not a very promising start. I fiddled with my glass of Prosecco impatiently and thought about the last months and everything that had led up to this.
***
It had been Sally who’d started the whole thing off. That Friday in July as she was doing my nails. I sat there trying not to concentrate on her mundane chatter, but when she’d started regaling me with the tale of another client’s sister she piqued my interest. As time went on, it dawned on me that I knew who she was talking about.
I’d known Lavinia Lascelles for years. We were the same age and had been on the same dinner party circuit whilst we were both unattached and living in Battersea. Then she’d met that oaf Dominic and they’d got married and moved to Barnes.
Her sister Virginia had never really featured that much, either in conversation or in person. I’d a vague recollection that she’d moved to Canada or Australia, but that was about it.
Sally started to tell me about how Lavinia’s sister had been in for a trim and then said she’d never known anyone with so many piercings in her.
“I mean her left ear probably had six rings in it and one of those funny bars across it,” she started. “It was quite difficult to not catch them with the scissors…” and she pulled a face at me in the mirror.
“I mean I’m quite broad minded and all that but why would you do that to yourself? I mean she’s quite a pretty little thing really. Painfully thin though, and she’s got no boobs to speak of. She’s a bit mousy brown, if you know what I mean. She could make so much more of herself… She just sat there with a sullen look on her face and barely said a word. And then when I remarked about all the rings in her ear, she said she’d got 18 piercings in total…can you imagine that? I mean where were all the others?
She pulled another face as she buffed the nail on my index finger.
“I mean why would you want so many? I think she must be a Lez you know…I know she’s got no boy friend, she told me that..
And you’d never guess, when I’d finished and…well she was wearing a sort of tank top body, and as she went to put her coat on I could see that she didn’t shave if you know what I mean…great tufts of hair sprouting out of her armpits there were. Would you believe it?…Un-hygienic if you want my opinion…”
My mind had started to wander at that point, so I paid little attention to Sally’s gossip for the rest of the appointment. I thought about Virginia Lascelles and her 18 piercings and wondered how I could meet her.
I was looking for someone new to amuse me, and Sally inadvertently had set me thinking…
***
Getting to know Virginia proved to be easy. A bit of detective work and a trip to Barnes resulted in her sister Lavinia and I meeting for lunch in a wine bar.
We hadn’t seen each other for a few years so there was plenty to catch up on. She was now a mother of a little girl, Georgia, who she was clearly crazy about. It made for easy conversation for a while and the first bottle of Chenin Blanc slipped down with alacrity.
Half way through the second bottle I idly introduced Virginia’s name into the conversation, and without any prompting was rewarded with a full analysis of her sister’s strengths and weaknesses. After four glasses of wine Lavinia’s judgement was sufficiently blurred to open up completely.
It seemed that Virginia was living in Watford in a tiny studio flat and trying to write for a living. It clearly did not pay very well, as she was sponging off their father, who could ill afford the extra outgoings.
“I mean she’s thirty six for god’s sake Jane, and she hasn’t got any money. She spent ten years with that woman in Toronto. I knew nothing good would come of it all along, but she wouldn’t hear any criticism…it was such a waste of her time. She could have done so much better if she’d never got tangled up with her and stayed in England.
I really worry she’s going to end up as a dry old spinster working in some god awful library.
She needs taking in hand and sorting out…I wish I had the time to do it but I’m a full time Mum now. And the other thing is that Dommo won’t have anything to do with Virginia, he’s completely homophobic…”
“I’m sorry to hear all that Lavinia. What is the actual problem with Virginia? I mean is it drugs or drink related?”
“No, no, no, nothing like that thank god, or at least to the best of my knowledge. No…” and she paused and took another mouthful of wine, “the problem is more attitudinal. She keeps upsetting her agent and publisher. She’s actually got some talent, but she’s… how shall I put it… rather too direct with those that she needs to cultivate. She’s also bone idle if you ask me. The state of her flat when I last visited recently was diabolical. There were dirty dishes and empty takeaway boxes everywhere, and her bedroom floor was covered with dirty clothes. I mean who leaves their dirty knickers lying around so anyone can see them?
Then there was the bathroom. It’s probably best I don’t go in to too much detail about that I don’t want to put you off your lunch…”
“Oh!” I said, and put a hand to my mouth in mock horror.
She went on anyway, “I mean how can anyone not keep their toilet respectable?’
“Well that’s disgusting,” I added, the beginnings of a plan starting to form in my head. “Tell me Lavinia, has she always been so indolent?”
“Oh goodness no. Mummy was very strict with us when we were younger. She would never have put up with anything like this from either of us. She was still using a slipper on us in our late teens, and I remember she caught Virginia watching porn just before she died and caned her bottom in front of me.”
“Gosh,” I said. “Caned her? You mean properly caned her?”
“Yes, made a right old job of it if I remember correctly. Six of the best on her naked bottom. Virginia holding on to the back of a dining chair with her legs splayed and everything on view. Those stripes blistered and bruised quite badly as I recall, but it certainly pulled Virginia into line for a few weeks.”
“Sounds like she’s rebelled against normal decency to me. I wonder…” but I never finished the sentence, as at that moment the food arrived.
Over the course of lunch we spoke of other things. Lavinia asked me about my situation and I was able to illuminate her on my good fortune since we had last met. I enjoyed telling her about my home in Notting Hill and how I only worked when I wanted to. When she quizzed me as to the nature of my work I was reasonably honest in answering that I was a Life Coach specialising on working with women with “special needs.”
Lavinia’s eyebrows raised and she put her fork down as if she was about to ask me about what that meant but then thought better of it.
I talked more about my loyal staff, Irma my German housekeeper, and Andrew and Petra, who worked for me on a consultancy basis, but was deliberately vague as to what their roles were.
Lavinia sat there chewing on a piece of pork listening to this, her mind clearly processing what I was telling her and then asked.
“And do you treat your clients at home, or do you have an office? she asked.
“That depends on the client and what we are working on,” I replied. “I do have a small suite of rooms on the top floor of the house that clients stay in from time to time, particularly if we are working intensely.”
“How interesting,” Lavinia replied. I detected a hint of restlessness and excitement in her as she realised I might be able to assist her in her dilemmas with Virginia. I decided not to push it and let Lavinia make the first move.
In the event she chose to keep quiet and we finished lunch and coffee without further mention of either my work or Virginia. As we parted though she asked me for my telephone number, ostensibly so we could keep in touch. I gave it to her fully expecting she would be ringing me within a week, and soon, the troublesome Virginia would be on my client list…
***
It was less than 24 hours later that I took the call from Lavinia. She asked if we could meet as she wanted to talk to me some more about Virginia. I invited her to come to the house that for a drink that evening, and she enthusiastically accepted. I smiled to myself as I put the phone down, my plan was working perfectly.
“If I’m going to take her on, we will need a proper contract and I’ll require quite a lot of background information on Virginia from you,” i said pleasantly to Lavinia who was ensconced in the leather sofa in my study the following evening, a large glass of Chablis in her hand.
“Yes of course, whatever you require. Dommo and I discussed this last night. We want everything to be done correctly. What exactly do you need?”
I handed a buff envelope over to Lavinia. and whilst she opened it and studied it, I went fo the kitchen to fetch the little appetisers Irma had prepared for us that afternoon.
I returned and put them on the coffee table and resumed my place opposite. I’d chosen to wear my black Karen Millen suit with a cream blouse that evening. It set the right formal tone for the meeting.
“It’s very detailed isn’t it?” Lavinia remarked as she turned the pages.
“I find it best to be that way at the start of any engagement.”
“I see,” Lavinia replied. “I’m sure I can get this all completed, though as to whether it’ll be accurate, particularly this section on her sexual history and preferences I won’t have a clue. Is it really necessary?”
“Yes, very much so,” I replied, “though the accuracy of the history is not that important. I find some clients are naturally reticent to reveal such intimacies whilst others over embellish. It doesn’t matter much. During our time together the truth of the clients needs normally becomes apparent. You note that there are various release clauses at the end that must be signed Lavinia. I will not take Virginia on if those are not signed. I want it clear that sexual contact may be involved as well as physical punishment for misdemeanours and medical treatments as prescribed by my associate Petra who is a fully qualified Psychiatrist and Gynaecologist practising in the city.”
“Sexual contact?”
“Yes sexual contact.”
“Gosh! I see.” Lavinia was slightly lost for words at this revelation. She appeared torn between wanting to ask me exactly what that might entail and just handing over her problem sister to someone me to deal with. She knew Virginia seemed submissive, but should she delve into the details? The contract brought to focus exactly how basic things might get…and there was yet to be a discussion about cost…
We’d finished a second bottle and the sun was setting by the time I acceded to Lavinia’s wishes to see where Virginia would live if she signed her on.
The top floor of the house had historically been servant’s quarters. When I’d taken Irma on as my housekeeper, I’d refurbished one of the two rooms completely. It had a queen size bed, armchair, dresser and built in wardrobe. The oatmeal carpet was recently new. Opposite the window was a small vanity unit.
“Where’s the shower and toilet?” Lavinia asked. “In here?” and she opened the other door on the landing before I could stop her.
I followed her into the back room.
“It’s just another study bedroom,” I said rather sheepishly as Lavinia looked around the sparsely furnished space.
“It looks rather more sinister than that Jane. It looks like the sort of room a poor housemaid would have lived in 100 years ago,” and she tested the unsprung mattress of the small iron bedstead gingerly.
“Well that’s what it was Lavinia,” I just haven’t had time to re-decorate it yet.
“I can imagine a poor miscreant being confined to this room to atone for their misdemeanours Jane. Would I be getting closer to the real reason why it hasn’t been restored?” The dark floor boards creaked a she went over to the un-curtained window.
“I won’t mislead you Lavinia. It has been used for that purpose occasionally, and I closed the door to reveal in the corner the old brass shell case with it’s contents of canes, quirts, and birch twigs.
Lavinia walked over to it and rummaged through the contents. She pulled out a thin cane with a curved handle and idly swished it.
“Yes Jane, I think this is exactly what’s required, don’t you?”
“I think it’s a little premature to say that Lavinia. Let’s see how Virginia responds to some less forceful treatment first shall we?”
“You’re the expert Jane. Tell me how would you suggest we proceed, on the proviso we get all the paperwork and costs agreed?”
“What I’d like to do is for Virginia to come and stay for a couple of nights so we can have an informal session or two and also get Petra to check she’s physically healthy. If all goes well then we’ll move her in for a two week intense session. After that, treatment will depend on what we find. How does that sound?”
“It sounds like relief could be on the horizon Jane. I can’t tell you how grateful I am for you helping me.”
“Well, I haven’t helped yet Lavinia, and of course it might make no difference. By the way, do you intend to tell Virginia we are old friends?”
“Absolutely not. Let’s keep this completely professional.”
“As you wish. Tell me what sort of feedback do you want? Email phone call, one to one meeting?”
“I think a phone call once a week,” she said rather dis-interestedly, opening the small bedside cabinet and studying the old fashioned chamber pot within.
“As you wish Lavinia. Come on, let’s go downstairs and finish our wine.”
” I would like to see the bathroom she will use?”
“Of course,” I replied. As we went back downstairs I showed her the bathroom with it’s walk in double shower and toilet and bidet. It was adjacent to the master suite so there were two doors. Lavinia was impressed by it’s size and quality, and if she noticed the strategically placed rings in the walls and ceiling she decided not to comment on them.
I was also confident she hadn’t seen any of the CCTV cameras which covered every room she had visited…
Within a few minutes we were back in my study. She soon finished her drink, gathered the papers and after a brief embrace bade me farewell.
***
The signed documents arrived by courier the following Thursday. The bank transfer hit my client account the same day. I e-mailed Lavinia with a complete set of instructions for next steps that evening suggesting a meeting at the theatre. A farce by Michael Payne to relax Virginia and I before heading home to Notting Hill.
***
At a quarter past she walked in to the bar. She was slightly taller than I expected, but the familial resemblance to Lavinia was unmistakeable, it was the long thin nose and pointed jaw that did it. She was undoubtedly pretty of feature, but she wore a rather sullen expression. I raised my hand in recognition which she saw immediately and made her way over to me.
She was dressed in an off white crepe de chine, button through, fitted dress which had short sleeves. It finished just above the knee and accentuated her slight figure perfectly. As Sally had described, she had little or no bust, but the dress’s deep neckline disguised that well.
She was carrying a full backpack.
I stood and offered her my hand which she took but did not grip.
“Hello Virginia,” I said smiling to try and welcome her.
“Hello,” came the reply in a rather squeaky voice.
“I bought you a glass of Prosecco, which you can take into the auditorium if you like.”
“Thanks. Sorry I’m a bit late, the trains to Euston were shit today.”
“That’s alright, it happens.”
She seemed reluctant to look me in the eye.
As Sally had said, she was mousey brown. Her hair flowed down below her shoulders. It was absolutely straight, thick and shone with good condition.
“You look lovely,” I said warmly, trying to get a conversation going.
“Thanks,” came the mono-syllabic reply.
I tried again.
“Do you like comedies?”
“Not particularly. I’ve always preferred a good drama.”
“Well this has had very good reviews. Come on let’s go and sit down.”
She followed me meekly and we made our way to our seats. The house was now nearly full, and to get to our seats we had to climb over a number of others. I let Virginia go in front of me which gave me the chance to appraise her from behind. The backpack made the process of getting past other members of the audience inconvenient to say the least, but I was focussed on studying Virginia’s bottom, which was surprisingly pronounced. I could see the visible lines of her underwear which was darker than her dress. Clearly she’d not bothered with a slip.
We settled down in our seats, which were rather cramped. The Backpack was wedged between our legs, which was irritating, but there seemed no other option. The lights went down…
***
The play was very good. Well acted and hilarious. Even Virginia laughed out loud a few times which I found encouraging. I was particularly taken with one of the female leads. She had a gorgeous figure, high cheek bones and a beautiful chin length dark bob haircut.
I’d often thought a Bob might suit my face shape, but my hair wasn’t straight enough. Virginia, I mused, would look perfect with her hair like that…
As the lights went up, and the Safety Curtain came down to herald the interval, Virginia started fiddling in the pockets of the rucksack. After a while she retrieved the unmistakable shape of a tampon and waved it in front of me.
“Sorry, I’ve got my period,” she blurted out, to the astonishment of the young man she was sitting next to. “Just need to go and change my tampon in the Ladies,” and she started to clamber across the legs of the young man she was sitting next to. He was clearly very embarrassed at Virginia’s lack of discretion…
***
By the time she returned the interval was over and I’d eaten the Ice Cream I’d intended to share with her. Fortunately she didn’t say anything more about her visit to the toilets, and we settled down for the second Act.
Half way through, when the audience was well and truly won over by the hilarity of the play, I detected Virginia was fidgeting next door to me. I tried to ignore her, but her arm was moving about a lot, as if she’d got a live mouse in her lap and was trying to catch it.
After a minute or two longer, I leant over and rested my hand on her forearm. She froze instantly and stopped her fidgeting. I resumed my concentration on the play. I wouldn’t have thought anything more about it if it hadn’t been for the recognisable smell that caught my nose a few minutes later…it was unmistakeable. It was the smell of female arousal. Virginia had been masturbating, and I had caught her at it…
***
Andrew was waiting outside the theatre with the Mercedes. He held the door open for Virginia, and we settled into the familiar black leather. Within moments we were floating up Tottenham Court Road.
Virginia’s mood had improved with all the hilarity of the play, and we made small talk as we headed for the Westway. It was only when we pulled up outside the house on Oxford Terrace that she became withdrawn again.
I sat her down in the study. Irma had made tea and crumpets. Virginia seemed indifferent about her surroundings and the refreshments, preferring to give her attention to her mobile phone.
After pouring the tea I settled down opposite her and drank. She was still immersed in her phone.
“Do you know why you’re here?” I asked her after a while, my patience thinning.”Of course I do, I’m not fucking stupid you know. Vinny thinks I’m a lazy cow and I’ve got some mental health issues. You’re some sort of shrink who she’s hired to take a look at me.”
“Language please…and what do you think Virginia? And what do you like to be known as Virginia or Ginny or what?”
“Ginny is what my friends call me…and what I think is that my sister’s a well meaning pain in the ass with a prick of a husband…”
“I”ll stick to Virginia for now then, “I replied. Virginia’s directness was starting to be a recurring facet of her character.
“And do you have any health issues? Mental or otherwise?”
“Course not. She just doesn’t understand.”
“Understand what?”
“That not everyone’s as bourgeoise as she is. I’ve had some struggles in my life she’ll never have.” She looked me right in the eyes as she said this. Her deep blue eyes…
It was the first time I’d seen them properly. They were bright with emotion, and deeply alluring.
I’d known clients who were amazing actresses in the past. Was Virginia another, or was she just vulnerable? My professional skills were going to be challenged. Virginia was a much more complicated character than I’d expected…
“What struggles Virginia?” There was a long pause. She picked at a seam on her dress, preparing her answer.
“I don’t want to talk any more for now, I need the toilet please.” She stood up and picked up her backpack.
I showed her upstairs to the bathroom and waited outside.
When she emerged, a few minutes later, she was surprised to find me waiting for her.
“Did you wash your hands after using the toilet?” I asked, knowing she hadn’t as I hadn’t heard any water run in the sink.
“Course, I did.”
“You’re lying Virginia. You know that, and I know that. Come on, follow me upstairs.”
I showed her to the front bedroom. She put her backpack on the bed and walked around.
“Do you live here on your own?”
“Yes, I do. Irma my housekeeper lives locally now. This was once her room.”
“You must be loaded to live in a place like this,” she said looking out of the window.
“I’m doing OK. Come on, let’s get you unpacked.”
“What?”
“I said let’s unpack your things and then we can go downstairs and talk.”
“I don’t need to unpack.”
“Er…yes you do Virginia, and I intend to supervise.” With that I grabbed her backpack and undid the zips.
I soon spread the contents on the bed. Virginia’s token objection was merely that. She stood and watched but said nothing.
I seized the chance to demonstrate who was in control by separating and putting everything into neat piles.
She’d brought fairly sensible clothes, jeans, black tops, trainers and a grey cardigan. There were a couple of pairs of ankle socks, two bras, one padded, and three pairs of panties. Most of the clothing was well used, there was just one thong in delicate pale pink silk that looked new.
I passed no comment on any of it, but made a mental note that if Virginia was going to be more than a short term project some serious shopping would need to be done.
Her sponge bag further evidenced her straitened financial circumstances. The few bits of make up, concealer, blusher, eyeshadows and lipsticks were of average quality. She didn’t have moisturiser, anti-perspirant or any razors or depilatories. A few tampons were stuffed in to the side pockets.
There were only two things that stirred my interest. One was a small silver bullet vibrator that I decided not to show I’d noticed, and the other was a small gold key like object on a thin gold chain. I was intrigued by this key and made another mental note to enquire later.
“Right well that’s done. Please put it all in the dresser will you?”
Virginia aquiesced but with no enthusiasm. Her lack of urgency was deliberate and was very irritating. I decided to stir things up a bit. As she closed the top drawer and turned to face me I said,
“Why were you masturbating during the second act of the play?”
“Wasn’t!”
“Yes you were. Don’t lie. I could smell you were. That’s the second time you’ve lied in the last few minutes. I don’t like liars, I punish them.”
“What??” her shock was genuine.
“I said I punish them,” and with a swift but well practiced move I grabbed one of her wrists, twisted it behind her back in a half nelson sat down on the bed and pulled her over my lap.
“Get off, you’re hurting,” she squealed, her legs kicking vainly.
“”It’s time for you to start behaving yourself Virginia. Your sullen, rather disrespectful manners do not become you.”
With a second well practiced move I let go of her wrist, laid my left forearm across her shoulders, pinning her down, and with my right hand flipped the hem of her dress up to expose her generous little rear.
She wriggled and squealed, but she was no match to my experience and many hours in the gym building my upper body strength.
With two more delicate actions, I had her grey panties down to her knees.
Beaten for strength physically, Virginia resorted to profanity.
“Let me go you pervert! I’ll report you for assault!”
“I don’t think you will Virginia,” I replied, enjoying the sight of her nicely rounded but firm bottom in front of me. There were faded bruises on each cheek that told me she’d been caned quiet hard recently, and a deep crack between them with a lot of pubic hair poking out. It was a delicious sight.
“Why have you got bruises on your bottom cheeks?”
“I had an accident, bashed my bum against a wall.”
“That’s another lie isn’t it Virginia?”
“It’s the truth,”and she made a sudden lunge to try to escape.
I countered by grabbing the back of her neck and squeezing hard. She also got two more swats, this time in the crease where her bum met her thighs. She squealed loudly, but stopped her attempts to escape.
I let her up and she scrambled to her feet.
“You can change for supper now Virginia. Be downstairs in 15 minutes.”
“Might,” came the reply. She stood with one hand behind her back rubbing her bottom.
“Suit yourself, but bear in mind there will be no more food available tonight,” and I turned and left the room.
***
She was on time. She was now in jeans and stretchy top. Her hair was twisted into a bun, held up with a clip. This revealed her swan like neck and her small ears. For the first time I saw the piercings in her left ear. Four in the helix and one in the lobe. The bar between the helix and the antihelix had a small stone in it.
Somehow I’d expected the piercings would be silver, but they were pale yellow gold.
Her hair immediately around the pierced ear had been clippered to a couple of millimetres which emphasised the piercings.
She had a defiant look on her face, her lips were tight and her eyes wide. I found her quite enticing…
I invited her to sit down opposite me in the lounge. Irma had prepared some small appetisers and salad. I poured her a glass of wine which she immediately took a deep swallow of.
We sat eating in silence for a minute or so. She picked up the food with her fingers, ignoring the cutlery and plate that had been put out for her to use. I felt that she was doing that to irritate me, and when a king prawn in a rich tomato sauce slipped from her fingers and landed on the floor my patience snapped.
“Virginia will you please behave and eat properly!”
“Sorry.” She knew she’d overstepped the mark, picked the prawn up and grabbed a napkin to wipe the floor.
“Tell me Virginia, in your notes it says you lived in Canada for ten years. Why did you come back?”
“Things didn’t work out…”
“Your sister told me you were in a long term relationship that failed. What happened?”
“There was a mis-understanding between us…”
Virginia’s manner had moved from defiance to uneasiness. There was something about her sudden loss of confidence that told me I needed to explore this.
“What sort of mis-understanding?”
“Patty gave me some money to clear my debts…”
“How much?” I asked
“About ten…ten thousand…”
“That’s quite a lot isn’t it?”
“Yes s’pose so,” she whispered.
“And what happened”
“I couldn’t give her the money back. My publisher cancelled my book advance..”
“And why did they do that?”
“I missed a deadline…”
“What sort of deadline?”
“A final draft deadline…”
“I see,” and I paused for a few seconds to dwell on it…”that’s pretty serious stuff isn’t it missing that sort of deadline? So they cancelled the contract and then what happened?”
“Patty went mental at me. She needed the money back to buy a new car, her old one just packed up…she did some nasty things to me. We argued and she threw me out.”
I sensed Virginia was close to tears so changed the approach slightly.
“So how did you and Patty meet?”
“We met at college.”
“Where?
“Here, I mean in London… she was…she was one of my tutors…”
“I see, and I presume because of that you had to keep things from your parents, and she had to be very careful that the authorities didn’t find out..”
“Yes, but they sort of did, which is why she went back to Toronto…”
“Was it Lavinia who told them?”
“I don’t think so. I think it was a girl in my class who spilt the beans, she was jealous…”
“And when Patty went home you then followed her to Canada…
So, what subject did she tutor you on?” I asked, beginning to imagine all sorts of possibilities.
“English Literature.”
“Was that your major subject or subsidiary?” I asked, knowing the answer.
“It was my Major.”
“So you saw quite a lot of each other then?”
“S’pose we did. Weekly tutorials, you know.”
“And who started the affair?”
“She did. I was young and had never been away from home. It was my first year. She seduced me one evening in her study. She’d ask me to read some Anais Nin short stories. We were taking about them and how arousing they were, and then one thing sort of lead to another…”
“I see. So you had sex, in her study – yes?”
“Well..,yes.”
“And were you a willing participant or did she force herself on you?”
Virginia’s cheeks blushed.
“I was willing. I’d got a crush on her…I’d had it from the moment we’d first met…”
She was embarrassed about her school girlish revelation. She fiddled with her glass and then managed to knock it’s contents over her lap.
She stood up hastily, trying to brush the wine off. The wine sprayed on to the floor.
“Are you always this clumsy Lavinia?”
“No, course not.”
“Well wipe up your mess and take off your jeans. Come on. Hurry up.”
She did as she was told without any resistance. Watching her kick off her trainers and undoing her jeans right in front of me was quite delightful. She’d changed her panties from earlier on and was now wearing the pale pink thong. Her top just reached her belly button. There was a gold ring visible just above this, and below, luxuriant tufts of brown pubic hair escaped the edges of her thong. The density of her generous bush cast a dark shadow through the thin pink silk vee in front of my eyes…
She offered her soggy jeans to me, as if I wanted them…
“Put them down on the floor Lavinia and stand up straight.”
She did as she was told.
“I see you’ve changed your knickers from earlier on Virginia. Why.”
The blush in her cheeks seemed to become more pronounced.
“They were dirty. I told you, I’ve got my period. Stop being so embarrassing.”
“Take them off and hand them to me?”
“No, no I won’t.”
“You will Virginia, and you’ll do it now!” My voice rose a few decibels to emphasise the word “now.”
She acquiesced. Her hands went to her hips, and with her head bowed to watch her own actions, her fingers found the delicate straps and started to pull them downwards…
***
Virginia’s vulva I decided would be referred to as her cunt. As she leant forwards to lower the pink thong below her knees, the full splendour of her generous bush became visible, and the merest hint of her cunt’s adornments. Flashes of gold from within the forest of hair.
“Stand up straight will you.”
She did as she was told, her hands fell to her sides. She did not make any effort to cover herself.
“You have some piercings I see. Tell me about them.”
Her right hand moved to her lips and she bit the end of her thumb. She was thinking about what to say. I continued to study her fleecy cunt, waiting…
“Patty made me have them,” she said quietly. “She was very controlling. It started quite soon after we first met. She took control of everything. What I ate, what I drank, what I wore, the lot.”
“And did you enjoy that?”
“Yes. I loved pleasing her. She was generous with her love if I did what I was told to do. It made me feel secure. I’d never had anyone make me feel like that before, so I went along with it.”
“So tell me about the piercings.”
“It was the first summer I was in Canada. It was really hot and we were just melting with the heat. The house was so stuffy we spent most weekends in the nude if we were indoors and in bikinis if we were out in the yard. One Saturday morning she announced we were going to go to see a friend of hers who owned a Salon. It was a surprise for my birthday. So we drove out into the suburbs and went to this place owned by her friend Norma.
Norma was about thirty. She was very alternative if you know what I mean. She had black goth hair and make up and always wore black dresses and knee high boots. She had a lot of tattoos.
Patty told her she wanted me to get a haircut and waxed. She left me there whilst she went shopping. I was nervous, but I let Norma do what she’d been told to do.
“And that included piercings?”
“No, not on the first visit. The first visit she cropped my hair short. She used clippers like in a barber shop. Then she bleached it. My mind was in a whirl. I didn’t really like what was happening, but I knew it was what Patty wanted so I went along with it.
When my hair was finished she made me undress, and then she waxed me from my neck to toe. Everywhere…everything off.
Patty cam back from the shopping just as she was getting to my pussy.”
“Was she pleased with how you looked?”
“She was very excited, and very touchy feely, if you know what I mean. She couldn’t keep her hands off me. She kept caressing my hair and kissing my neck. It was embarrassing. Norma was trimming my bush with scissors at one end whilst Patty was nibbling my neck and nipples at the other…”
“So did you have sex?”
“No. After a while I was starting to get aroused. Norma told us we would have to stop as I was leaking so much that she wouldn’t be able to wax me properly. So Patty stopped her attentions and sat and watched Norma rip all my pubes off. It hurt, a lot…Patty and Norma thought it was funny and told me not to be such a baby.”
“So tell me about the piercings.”
“Yes I’m coming to that. It was after Norma had finished. She remarked to Patty how pronounced my mons is and how thick my outer lips are. It was the first time I’d ever had a full wax, so I hadn’t really seen myself for a few years if you know what I mean. And then Norma said to Patty that with such big labia she ought to get me ringed…
They stood over me and manipulated me around as if I was some sort of inanimate object talking about what Norma might do…”
“So they did it I assume?”
“No, not just like that. They agreed what they were going to do, but Norma had to order the rings and other stuff on line. The first piercing happened two weeks later, and the rest over a period of about six months.”
“And Norma did them?”
“All but one.”
Virginia leant forward and reached down to her mons with the fingers of both hands. She grabbed her pubes and pulled them up and apart, exposing herself fully to me. Immediately the gold rings, four on each side became fully visible, and between them her dark pink vagina glistened.
“Norma did all of these. They’re special rings that can be taken out. There’s a special key to loosen them.”
The purpose of the small gold key on the chain in her sponge bag was revealed! She then pulled the top of her cleft apart exposing her clitoris. There was a small ring nestling in her fur through the hood at the top, and then down at the bottom next to her bud and nestling inside the hood a small pearl attached to a stud that pierced the right side of the hood.
“Norma did the one at the top, but this one,” she said tugging the one with the pearl on it, “was done in a clinic for my thirtieth birthday.”
She let go with her fingers and her cunt rings virtually disappeared from view again.
“Did Patty have any piercings done?”
“No, she didn’t. She said piercings were for subs, and I was her sub…”
“I see. So you have ten in your cunt, one in your belly button and the six in your ear. Is that all or are there more?”
“There’s only one more now. In my left nipple. There were some others, but I had problems with them healing so they were taken out..”
“Where were they?”
“My tongue and my nose. Patty really wanted my tongue pierced so she could get off easier when I went down on her. But it kept getting infected so it had to come out. The same with my nose…
She and Norma also wanted me to have rings in my anus. They kept threatening me they’d do it, especially if they found I’d done something wrong, but it never happened.”
“And what about sex with all these piercings in you. Did they enhance sex?”
“They did for Patty, I’m sure of that. She also used to get off humiliating me because of my piercings. In public and in private.”
“How did she do that?”
“Her favourite thing was to tell people in polite conversation, and then make me show them. She loved to shock, did Patty.
Then she used to do some really weird stuff when we were on our own. She’d lace my pussy rings up tight to pretend I was a virgin again before taking me with her strap-on, and if I was really bad she would take the rings out, catheterise me and staple me up as a punishment using copper staples through the ring holes. The catheter she used was open all the time so I couldn’t stop wetting myself. I had to wear diapers. She used to love taking me out when I was like that. She used to tell people I was incontinent. I was so embarrassed when she did that…”
“And what about sex for you? Do any of these piercings enhance your pleasure?”
There was a pause.
“Only the clit ring with the pearl. That has really unpredictable effects. I don’t actually orgasm very easily from penetrative sex, but sometime I get the urge to scratch at the most inconvenient times. I can’t help it, I sometimes need relief in a hurry.”
‘Like in the Theatre earlier?”
“Yes, it just came on in a hurry. I sometimes get quite horny when I’m on my period…”
“I’ve nearly finished my questions for tonight Virginia, but before you go to bed we need to finish addressing your misdemeanours so far.”
I stood up and went to the Victorian Armoire and opened the top drawer. I removed the two paddles I kept there and sat back down again, putting both on the table in front of Virginia.
“These are two of my favourite toys,” I said smiling at Virginia as I spoke. The smaller dark one with the thin edge is ebony. It’s very hard and stings the buttocks beautifully on impact. The lighter wood, larger one, is made of Beech. It has a thicker edge and does not leave such intense marks. It does however hurt more. Tell me which would you prefer me to use on your bottom to settle for your lies over the course of the evening Virginia?”
Virginia was silent. Her right thumb went back to her lips.
“Come on Virginia decide!” i snapped.
“I didn’t lie,” she whispered.
“You did. You lied about being on your period in the theatre and this evening. You’re not. You’re neither wearing a tampon nor a menstrual cup.”
Virginia’s face flushed and she looked at the floor. I detected she was shaking slightly too.”You lied to embarrass the young man you were sitting next to, and having told the lie you’ve been trying to perpetuate it ever since. You also lied about washing your hands earlier… you didn’t. So I’ll decide for you. You can have 12 swats with the Beech paddle, and then you can go to bed. Come here and put yourself over my knees.”
Virginia slowly made her way around the table. I pulled her over smartly and, before she had time to settle, started her punishment.
The Beech paddle made rich slapping sounds with each impact. I paddled her reasonably hard, but not enough to bruise. Three bursts of four swats, two on each cheek, soon had Virginia screeching, kicking her legs but then subjugated. At the end she lay across me shaking. She was sobbing.
Before letting her up, I gently cupped each of her reddened buttocks. They were nicely warm. I also sneaked my index finger down into her bottom crease and into her fur. My reward was, as I expected, her folds and pubes were hot and slick with arousal.
“Up please Virginia,” I instructed. She slowly gathered herself up and off my lap. She stood and immediately her hands went to her reddened buttocks and started rubbing.
“That hurt,” she snivelled through her tears.
“It was meant to.” I stood up in front of her. “Put on your knickers please.”
She did as she was told. The pale pink scrap ending slightly askew. I cupped her chin with my left hand gently and then brought my right index finger, glistening with her juices, up in front of her lips.
“Taste yourself and clean my finger.”
She opened her lips. We were close now, and the smell of her musk was unmistakeable. She sucked my finger greedily, her blues eyes searching into mine.
“You can go to bed now. We’ll continue this in the morning. Be up at 8am, we’ve got a busy day…”
She picked up her soggy jeans and trainers and headed for the door.
“Don’t use your vibrator tonight Virginia,” I said as she reached the door.
“What?” she said turning back to face me.
“You heard,” I replied icily.
She left the room without another word.