The Companion Ch. 04

Chapter Four

Rachel came round to find herself lying down on the floor all alone but she had barely and painfully managed to get back to her feet when the door to the work room opened and Miss Caine walked back in.

"I am glad to see that you are awake, Rachel, as the Hawkwoods have arrived. Kindly wait in the antechamber, my fitting room, through the far door there as I do like to reveal my designs in my own time," announced the woman, pointing to a door on the left-hand side of the room which almost blended in with the wall.

"But I am in no fit state to see anybody," muttered Rachel, sliding her hands over the thick welts on her bottom cheeks and wincing at the pain that such a simple action caused.

"Nonsense, girl. Lord Hawkwood will find the sight of those stripes even more arousing!" answered Miss Caine, smiling widely at the thought of the gentleman's reaction to the beautiful girl standing in front of her. His eyes would be fixed on the bare breasts crowned with coral-tipped buds and the golden fuzz of hair covering her slit until she turned round and he saw the vivid red stripes emblazoned on her creamy bottom flesh. He would be as hard as rock in a few seconds and keen to enjoy himself too; one of the perquisites of purchasing expensive lingerie and corsetry from Miss Caine's highly exclusive and expensive emporium!

Reluctantly, but fearing another harsh punishment if she demurred, Rachel opened the door and walked inside, surprised to find that it was a fairly-spacious room with racks of clothing lining the walls along with several mirrors. There were a couple of chairs but Rachel had no intention of sitting down for some time as the pain in her bottom was still intense. Instead, she walked over to the nearest mirror then blanched as she saw the livid red weals decorating her arse cheeks. She could almost count the separate strokes as each stripe was ruler-straight and she wondered how much previous practice Miss Caine must have had to strike so accurately. How much more would she have on her? Rachel wondered ruefully as she tore her eyes away from the mirror and the reflection of her buttocks and wandered across to investigate the garments on the metal racks.

After a few minutes, voices filtered through from the work room and she tried to listen but could only make out the odd word here and there. Her fingers felt soft satins and silks and she marvelled at the flimsy creations, blushing slightly as she remembered that she was wearing one that revealed nearly all of her body. The door opened and she whirled round guiltily but Miss Caine just smiled at catching her companion looking at the different designs as she remarked, "It is time for you to come and meet the Hawkwoods now, Rachel. Hold your head up high and remember to walk up on your toes!"

Rachel's face reddened immediately and she took a deep breath as Miss Caine turned and walked out, expecting her to follow. For a moment, her courage failed her and she hesitated but then thoughts of how harshly she would be punished if she failed her mistress once more convinced her shaking legs to move and she almost tiptoed out into the work room. Keeping her head high, Rachel followed Miss Caine, suddenly aware that there was no longer any noise apart from the soft susurration of her silken stockings and the swishing sensuousness of the corset that encased her flesh. Her hips swayed gently as she walked up on her toes and then she blushed intensely as she was introduced to the avidly watching Hawkwoods.

"This is Rachel, my new model. She only started today actually so please make some allowances for her. As you will see in a moment, she has already learnt the consequences of disobedience. Would you like to inspect her, Lord Hawkwood?"

"James, my dear Miss Caine, as I told you earlier. Naturally, I would be delighted to have a closer look," the tall man replied, stepping forward a couple of paces. Rachel noticed that his hair was silvering at the temples and receding slightly but he was still a fine figure of a man without any sign of a pot belly. His wife, a woman in her late forties, was seated on a chair while Arabella, as Rachel presumed her to be, was standing with her head down, staring fixedly at the floor as if she wanted it to swallow her up.

Then Rachel was totally distracted as James Hawkwood reached out and touched her breasts, running his cool fingers over her nipples which immediately hardened into rubbery protrusions. Her instinctive step backwards was prevented by Miss Caine who had moved behind her and so all she could do was to gasp as he continued to play with her breasts for a few moments before commenting, "This design is very clever indeed, Miss Caine. Lifts her breasts beautifully and makes them easily available."

"Is it available in white?" inquired his wife, craning her head to see properly.

"I do have a similar one that would be suitable for the wedding day, Aurelia. Before I go and get Rachel fitted into it, would you like to examine this one? James, perhaps you would like to explore the back view?"

Rachel stood like a statue, albeit one that shook, as she was scrutinised carefully by two sets of eyes and touched by several hands at once. James traced his fingers across the welts on her naked bottom cheeks and remarked on their beauty, complimenting Miss Caine on her accuracy whilst his wife, after toying with Rachel's erect buds, slid her hand down the soft satin until it trailed into the golden curls that cloaked her slit. Rachel forced herself to stand still, knowing that she would suffer later if she made any attempt to pull away as the fingers traced their way ever closer to her pussy folds until they just grazed across the slippery surface. One slid inside suddenly and she gasped in surprise at the feeling of delight that rushed through her. Another followed, opening her tightness more and stretching her and then she was racing towards ecstasy as the woman bent her head and sucked hard on Rachel's nipple for just a brief moment.

"She appears to be very responsive. Did she get wet when you caned her?" Aurelia inquired, making Rachel squirm as her fingers continued to press against her folds.

"She did indeed and she certainly has plenty of potential although it is early days yet!"

"Is she available now?" asked James, still fondling Rachel's aching bottom cheeks.

"Her mouth is but not anywhere else at the moment until I have trained her properly, James. Her tight anus and pussy need to be opened up gently first, I think! Now, if you will excuse us, I will take her and get her changed into the white wedding day corset. Perhaps you could help Arabella get ready, Aurelia, so that I can take her measurements?"

"Of course, Miss Caine."

Miss Caine's hand gripped Rachel's bare shoulder and pushed her towards the changing room as the girl still tried to come to terms with what she had overheard. What had Miss Caine meant about her mouth being available? Hadn't she said something about her bottom and quim too? Perhaps she had misheard, thought Rachel as Miss Caine unlaced the corset deftly and then slipped it off. Rachel took a few deep breaths, relieved to be out of the constricting garment even if it was just for a few moments and her mind flittered back to the conversation just a minute or so before, brow furrowing as she worried. Her attention was rapidly brought back to the present when Miss Caine unearthed a white lace and silk corset with pink ribbons from the rack of garments and wrapped it round Rachel's naked body. Rachel obediently breathed in when told and then gasped as the pink ribbons were pulled in, squeezing her flesh even more that the previous corset. Skilfully, her mistress tied off the ribbon then took a step back and looked at her model critically.

"Perfect, I think. It will suit Arabella very well although she has not got your sensuality and grace, nor such lovely breasts!" Miss Caine stated, almost giggling as she bent forward and licked lasciviously over each of Rachel's swollen nipples.

Rachel felt herself flushing, both at the compliment and at the tongue teasing over her flesh but then Miss Caine straightened up and patted her companion on the bottom to encourage her to step out of the changing room once more. Feeling vulnerable yet a little more confident as Miss Caine's guests had already seen her naked body, Rachel rose up on her toes and walked smoothly out, almost enjoying the little gasps of appreciation that came from the Hawkwoods as they saw her again.

"Truly gorgeous, Miss Caine," remarked Aurelia but her comment went almost unnoticed by Rachel who was staring at the naked figure of Arabella. Head still bowed and almost veiled by a curtain of hair the colour of chestnuts, the girl radiated embarrassment and despair. Her breasts were larger than Rachel's with darker areolae whilst her pubic hair was non-existent; something that puzzled her for a moment or two before she realised that it must have been shaved off for some reason. The fleshy pink lips of her pussy were thus left uncovered and the sight of them excited Rachel and she found herself wondering just what they would taste like if she was able to run her tongue over the soft length of each fold.

In fact, she was concentrating so hard on staring at the other girl that she did not even hear James Hawkwood's conversation with her mistress until the final few words.

"Of course you may enjoy yourself with Rachel while I measure Arabella. I will just demonstrate the ingenious extra use of her garters first though as that will keep her nicely under control," murmured Miss Caine, bustling over to one of the cupboards and extracting a pair of metal rings from it. She clipped one round each of Rachel's slim wrists and clicked them tighter before she pulled each of the girl's arms down and then linked the rings into the ones set into her garters by way of a little clip. It was done so deftly and quickly that Rachel did not realise that she was unable to move her hands or arms for a moment longer and by that time she was effectively immobilised and helpless to resist.

"Kneel down for Lord Hawkwood, girl, and then worship him with your pretty mouth," commanded Miss Caine imperiously and Rachel sank down onto her knees as gracefully as she could with her hands connected to her garters, frowning slightly as she wondered what her mistress meant.

Rachel soon found out. James Hawkwood swiftly dropped his trousers and drawers and she watched in awed fascination as his thick cock emerged into view, tip already glistening with need and desire. He took a couple of paces forward and Rachel recoiled as the knob traced a path over her cheek towards her mouth. His hand shot out and gripped her hair, tugging her back towards him and she squealed in surprise as his cock rubbed over her soft lips.

"Please excuse her, James. This will be her first time, I believe, as I have not had time to train her yet."

"I am sure she can learn on the job as it were!" answered James with a grin.

"Indeed but please tell me if she is uncooperative in any way and she can suffer another encounter with my cane to remind her to be obedient!"

Rachel's arse seemed to smart even more suddenly at Miss Caine's words and she made herself stay still as James continued to slide his slippery knob over her face until it suddenly came to rest against her lips.

"Open wide, girl, and then use your tongue on me," the man ordered and, stifling a groan of shame, Rachel complied, unwilling to suffer the risk of another caning so soon after the first.

Meanwhile, Miss Caine walked over to Arabella and studied her naked body for a few moments before she whipped a tape measure out of her pocket along with a small notebook and pencil.

"Head up, girl!" she snapped and then measured the circumference of Arabella's neck before jotting the size down in her book. "I gathered from our previous conversations, Aurelia, that you wished for a choker round her neck?"

"Yes, Miss Caine. Her young man, Edward, is quite dominant and therefore totally suitable for our submissive daughter."

"She takes after you, I imagine..."

"Yes, Miss Caine," replied Aurelia, suddenly flushing as the other woman's eyes watched her in amusement.

"Good because you may attend to my needs whilst I examine your daughter more closely," Miss Caine remarked. "My feet are tired after a long day and need your mouth kissing them!"

Even distracted by the thick cock slithering in and out of her parted lips, Rachel noticed Aurelia kneel down and then bend right forward out of the corner of her eye. It was difficult to make out exactly what the woman was doing and then her attention was dragged firmly back to the man's prick as it speared further into her and threatened to slide down her throat. She spluttered and coughed as her face was pulled against James' thighs and the raw scent of his maleness enveloped her completely. Breathing in through her nose which was tickled by the man's coarse pubic hair, she tried to control herself, fearing what would happen if she dissatisfied him. His thickness stretched her lips wide as it slid in and out faster, thrusting slightly deeper each time until his thighs began to tremble gently.

Miss Caine looked across at her new companion just in time to register the absolute shock on her pretty face as James Hawkwood lost control and allowed his spunk to jet out into her mouth. It was such an erotic sight that it sent shivers of lust slithering through Miss Caine's body and she wiggled her toes in excitement as they were sucked on eagerly by Aurelia. She kept watching, turning Arabella's head to make her see it too and was delighted when James pulled his spurting cock out of Rachel's mouth and allowed a rain of sperm to fall over her pale breasts.

Rachel flushed in shame as her mouth was inundated with creamy come then felt more spatter down on her flesh as James withdrew abruptly, leaving her feeling strangely bereft. Her flush deepened as she realised that she had loved having his cock in her mouth, feeling it throb and twitch between her hot lips and she accepted the still-dribbling prick back in a moment later and sucked and licked over the come-stained end.

"Aurelia, go and clean your husband's spunk off my girl's breasts," commanded Miss Caine abruptly, kicking the woman away from her feet. "Crawl over with your skirts up so that I can watch your bottom cheeks wobble! Perhaps a dose of my cane will be needed if you do not use your tongue effectively and clean all that messy sperm up before it stains her corset?"

"That sounds like an excellent idea, Miss Caine," murmured James Hawkwood as he made himself respectable once more. "Meanwhile, I'll use my hand to encourage her!"

Smiling at the sight of Aurelia's pale globes swaying as she crawled along the floor, Miss Caine turned her attention back to measuring the silent and shaking figure of Arabella, taking great pains to examine every inch of her as she did so.

"Don't squirm, girl," she hissed as she ran her hands down and felt the shaven smoothness of her pubis. "Was this done for Edward as well?"

"Yes, Miss Caine," Arabella whispered, her voice barely audible.

"Why?"

"He likes to see it redden when he is whipping my pussy, Miss Caine."

"And he has talked about having her marked there, I believe," remarked James Hawkwood, strolling over as Miss Caine finished noting the last measurement in her notebook.

"Has your wife completed her task, James?"

Yes, she has, thought Rachel, trying not to squirm too much as the woman's soft and skilful tongue teased tantalisingly over her breasts. Her nipples felt as if they were about to explode as Aurelia caressed them with the tip of her tongue one more time as she licked up her husband's creamy sperm until strong fingers twined in her hair and dragged her up onto her feet.

"We shall see if she has allowed any to reach the satin," remarked Miss Caine, letting go of Aurelia's hair and then scrutinising the delicate fabric closely. "Hmm, I do believe that I can see some just here!"

"Then she will have to be punished for failing you," observed James gleefully or so it seemed to Rachel as she watched a smile flicker across his lips.

"Indeed she will! She is your wife so you have the right to inflict chastisement upon her, James."

"But it is your corset that she has ruined by her inadequate skills, my dear Miss Caine," he responded instantly.

"Then perhaps both of us should punish her?" suggested Rachel's mistress mischievously.

"An excellent idea. Would you like the back or the front of her?"

"The front, I believe. Arabella's little comment about how Edward spanks her pussy has made me want to do the same to her mother!"

Rachel stayed on her knees and watched in fascination as Aurelia's dress was slipped off her shoulders and allowed to pool around her ankles before her shift was stripped away too. The woman's breasts were much bigger than Rachel's and, owing to her age, not as pert but they were still beautiful to gaze at as was the thatch of curly chestnut hair covering her quim.

"Hands on head and legs well apart!" snapped Miss Caine and Aurelia, swallowing hard, obeyed after shooting an imploring look at her husband who just stared back impassively. Rachel remembered doing the same earlier and she shivered as Miss Caine picked up her wooden implement of pain and handed it to James who flexed it thoughtfully between his hands then swished it menacingly through the air.

"A fine instrument, Miss Caine. I do like rattan as it is such a flexible yet hard wood!"

Aurelia found that out as her husband whipped the rod through the air and across her white buttocks. A tiny groan seeped out from between her clenched lips and Rachel saw her body tremble as the pain passed through it. Miss Caine stepped round in front of the other woman and then laid her hand on the softness of her slit, cupping it gently for a few moments. Then, like lightning, her hand moved down and back up and Aurelia hissed out in pain as it struck her vulnerable pussy full on. Before she could recover her poise, her husband struck again with the cane, creating another wicked welt on her bottom cheeks. They continued to alternate; Miss Caine's palm striking the soft slit and James' cane whipping across the plump bottom cheeks whilst Aurelia's groans deepened and then became little moans or shrieks as the agony flooded through her from both the front and the back. Her brown eyes glistened with tears yet Rachel realised in puzzlement that the woman was relishing the agony. The moans and cries grew higher in pitch and then suddenly as Miss Caine's hand struck once more and rested on the slippery wetness of her slit, Aurelia came, body bucking in delight even as her husband struck savagely from behind, whipping her buttocks as hard as he could several times. Miss Caine's hand moved swiftly over the wet pussy lips and she teased her thumb over the throbbing clit and added to Aurelia's intense orgasm by pressing up on it hard as the woman shook and shivered in the throes of ecstasy for long seconds.