Read Online Afternoons of a Woman of Leisure (9781101623565) by Elizabeth Bennett - Free Book Online

darkness. She senses the nearness of another object, the closeness of Mr. Stephens’ breath. “You will take a step up on your knees, then bend forward,” the voice says. “Feel with your knees.” Joanna does. There is a ledge, like a high step, covered with something rubbery and soft. She climbs onto it, rests for a moment on her knees, then begins to bend. Abruptly, a hand grabs her head and forces it forward more roughly, pressing her face against a leather surface. There is a thick round cushion under her hips, raising them higher than the rest of her. She feels as if she is lying over a mound. A hand fastens a leather strap behind her back, then her wrists are bound together and attached to it. She turns her cheek to the cool leather, and sighs.
    Joanna feels the silk of Mr. Stephens’ gown brushing over her back. A light finger slides down the crack between her buttocks, then, abruptly, her right leg is lifted and moved. She feels a strap tighten around it, just above the knee. Next, the other knee is taken and moved and strapped. She is in a position like praying, her head down, her ass raised, her legs bent beneath her and spread. Behind the hump of the cushion at her hips, the length of her vulva is open, unfurled. She senses the nearness of his face to it. A casual fingertip touches her anus and a quiver runs through her. “Try to relax,” he says, almost kindly. “You will find this less painful if you are relaxed.”
    His hands settle on her ass, moving the flesh, squeezing it, testing its firmness, then gliding down the backs of her thighs. The motion is both teasing and comforting. She lets herself sink into it, warm to it, but then, suddenly, he stops and steps back. Automatically, Joanna tenses again. There is a whistle. Something long, slender and hard flicks through the air and lands, stinging the skin of her left buttock, then rises again and beats the right. Joanna thinks rather than feels pain, but the actual sensation is a mild, almost sweet sting. He continues to use the whip, pausing after every few strokes to caress her ass and inner thighs with his other hand. Once or twice, the whip itself is drawn lazily through the crack of her buttocks. Once or twice, its tip is brought close to her anus, where it vibrates. He turns his attention to the backs of her thighs, striking them softly with the whip while the fingers of his other hand creep into her cunt. Ignoring his command (after all, he is already punishing her), Joanna moans. If Mr. Stephens hears, he doesn’t react. Stepping behind her, he kneels between her open knees. His fingers still move inside her and now he disposes of the whip and begins to slap her buttocks. She feels blood rush to them, imagines them red and furious. She wishes she could see them like this.
    The fingers slip from her cunt. His other hand moves over her anus and, very gently, begins to touch it, pulling it, separating it. Joanna hears the suck of a tube being squeezed. Something cool and gelatinous is deposited in the crack of her ass. “Try to relax,” he says. Slowly, he begins to rub, first the tops of her thighs where they meet the buttocks, then the globes of muscle, tingling from the slaps and whip, then the narrow valley from coccyx to cunt and finally the hole itself. A finger circles it, working the lubricant in. She feels him stand behind her, then hears the squeeze of the tube again, this time directly against her anus. Two smaller hands slide around her hips and press the buttocks apart. Jeremy, she thinks. There is a rustle of silk, his robe undone and pulled apart, then the cool penetration of his finger, boring through the sphincter muscle and into her rectum, slipping its length into her. Joanna cries out, her gag muffling but not preventing the sound. The finger twists and tests then withdraws. Joanna exhales, relieved. But two fingers present themselves and, against her will, the sphincter opens to admit