The Companion Ch. 06

Chapter Six

Walking upstairs to her room naked and even being inspected by Dawson's dark eyes on the way hardly worried Rachel at all. She also passed one of the maids who giggled for a moment then dropped her eyes to the floor hurriedly when she noticed Miss Caine following Rachel a few paces behind.

"I will require you to be ready at eight o'clock sharp tomorrow morning, Rachel," stated Miss Caine. "Knock on my door which is the next one along to yours and wait to be invited in."

"Yes, Miss Caine," responded Rachel submissively before she opened her door and walked in, catching an enticing glimpse of her naked body in the tall cheval mirror by the mahogany wardrobe. She turned and her eyes widened at the sight of the thick weals emblazoned on her bottom cheeks. They were oddly arousing even to her own eyes and her whole body seemed to tingle in sympathy as she traced her fingertips over them gently before she snatched them away in shame and dismay at her reaction.

As she tried to control herself, she noticed that her nightgown now lay on the pillow and, when she opened the wardrobe, even the dresses and skirts which she had left on the bedspread had been hung up neatly whilst her shifts, mainly threadbare cotton ones, were tucked in the drawer at the bottom of the bedside chest. She flushed, realising that one of the maids had been busy and therefore seen her poverty-stricken circumstances all too clearly. If only her father had not been so weak, she thought, swallowing hard at the memory of being informed that her parents were dead and that there was barely enough money for their funeral let alone to maintain any sort of household. She stared at the battered old alarm clock sitting on top of the bedside chest and stroked it lightly. For years, it had been by her father's bed, ringing sonorously to wake him up in the mornings and it was one of the very few things that she still had left to remind her of happier times. She wound it carefully then set the alarm for seven before she went into the small washroom attached to her bedroom and washed her face before she cleaned her teeth and then finally her aching bottom gently, sighing with relief as the cold flannel seemed to take some of the sting out of her beaten buttocks.

Though tired, Rachel found that she could not fall asleep due to the vivid memories flashing through her mind and the aching pains in her bottom. She tried to sleep on her front then on her side but every tiny movement made darts of pain slither into her senses and her brain would relive the harsh cuts of the cane as it landed on her naked flesh. Each memory made her grow more aroused and eventually she could not stop her hand sliding down her body, pushing up her nightgown and then teasing over her soft curls before her fingers traced gently over her puffy pussy folds. She stroked them and sighed at the sensuous feeling that spread through her as a result. It soothed her mind and body as she slid two inside her slit and curled them upwards slightly while she pressed down on her quim with the heel of her hand. Slowly but surely, she edged towards pleasure and her sighs deepened into moans as she lay on her side and scissored her legs wide apart, driving her fingers in deeper and harder and pushing her hand down until it slapped rhythmically against her pubic mound. Pleasure flooded through her abruptly in a great rush of delight as she traced the thick welts on her arse with her other hand, pressing them in and causing pain to flow until it merged seamlessly with the pleasure. Her legs thrashed wildly and kicked off the covers as she came and her body bloomed with sweat as her pussy became soaked with her arousal whilst, deep behind her closed eyes, she remembered the harsh bite of the cane, the perverse indignity of the phallus driving in and out of her stretched anus and the ultimate shame of cleaning up her own mess: each added to her pleasure and ripple after ripple of lust slithered through her body as the memories trickled through her mind.

It was only when Rachel opened her eyes a couple of minutes later that she became aware of the dark, foreboding shadow standing by the bed and she jumped and squealed in shock.

"Did I give you permission to play with yourself, girl?" inquired Miss Caine forthrightly, hand reaching out and grasping Rachel's chin hard.

"No, Miss Caine," murmured Rachel in response, fear flickering through her flesh as fast as her climax had done just a short time before.

"Tomorrow I will punish you severely for your lack of control and now, for the rest of tonight, I will have to ensure that you do not do such a thing again!"

Something cold and hard clicked round Rachel's wrist and, before she could pull away, the handcuff was attached to the headboard, trapping her hand. Miss Caine grabbed her companion's other wrist and did the same to it then stood there for a moment or two looking down at the hapless girl before she stalked off, shutting the bedroom door behind her firmly while Rachel stared up at the ceiling and swallowed hard, wondering just what fiendish and painful punishment she would have to endure the next day.

Sleep eventually claimed her but it was a tired and bleary-eyed Rachel who woke as the alarm clock blared noisily in her ear from the bedside table. Unable to turn it off, she was relieved when a maid appeared and did so but less happy when Miss Caine stalked into the bedroom a minute or so later, wrapped in a silk peignoir.

"I think that while the maid is running my bath, I will spank your bottom as a punishment for last night, Rachel," the woman announced, perching on the side of the bed and idly trailing her fingers over Rachel's exposed thighs. "In future, I will have to make sure that you cannot play with yourself, won't I?"

"I am very sorry, Miss Caine," whispered Rachel, feeling her face flush at the thought of being spanked. The heat was caused by a rush of fear mixed with excitement and her body trembled as Miss Caine released her wrists from the cuffs then told her to slide over her lap after removing her nightgown.

"Such a lovely position for a spanking. I can feel your weight on me and see these pretty cheeks as they begin to glow with pain. As you kick your legs apart a little, you will offer me little glimpses of your pink pussy and even that tight bottom hole which I used last night!" remarked Miss Caine, making Rachel blush even more deeply. "Everything will be on show to me, your mistress, just as it should be!"

Her palm suddenly fell on Rachel's bare bottom and she hissed as the sting awakened the weals and welts left from her caning. Warmth built quickly in her bottom and seeped up through her body and into her mind. Her clit tingled pleasantly as sweet vibrations travelled down through it and Rachel soon became aware that she was dripping with lust and need despite the pain that rushed through her flesh every time that Miss Caine's hard hand struck her naked arse. Her face went bright red when Miss Caine commented cruelly, calling her incorrigible for becoming aroused so easily.

"Soaking wet indeed and just from being over my knee and spanked!" her mistress observed, stopping the spanking for a moment so that she could run her fingers up over the slippery slit before she drew them up to her nose and sniffed them ostentatiously.

Miss Caine resumed smacking the bare bottom abruptly, smiling at the little moans and groans that seeped out of the girl's lips along with the slippery sweetness that oozed out of her pink folds. Filled with pleasure and the delicious feeling of power that always swept over her in such a situation, Miss Caine was completely oblivious to the door opening and the maid walking in until the servant cleared her throat loudly and stated, "Your bath is ready, ma'am."

Rachel squeaked in horror at being caught in such a revealing and embarrassing position but Miss Caine just smacked her harder as she replied, "Very good, Annie. I trust it is the right temperature or you may find yourself replacing Rachel over my lap!"

After another dozen or so crisp, hard spanks, Miss Caine stopped and Rachel sighed, half in relief and half in disappointment. Then she stiffened and groaned as her mistress' fingers spread the leaking love juice up her perineum and over her crinkled anal entrance. Rachel's throat went dry as the fingers teased her sensitive anal bud gently, gradually opening it up and then sliding inside. She gasped as they touched the soreness of her inner walls caused by the dildo the previous evening but even that pain made her more aroused and her hard bud pulsed with need. A third finger pushed into her bottom, stretching it wider and she groaned at the feeling then sighed as Miss Caine slid her thumb down and rested it lightly on her bulging clit.

"Now if you had been a good girl last night, I might have allowed you to come for me, Rachel. However, you were not so I definitely won't. In fact, you are not going to be allowed to come all day and maybe all week if you are disobedient in any way. Think about that as you come and wash me in my bath!"

Tipped unceremoniously off her mistress' lap, Rachel bit her lip with frustration as her clit tingled and throbbed insistently between her thighs. It would only take a few moments of pressure from her own fingers or Miss Caine's and she knew that she would explode into rapture and she groaned with annoyance as she was ordered to crawl after her mistress into the bedroom next door. Hoping that none of the servants were there to see her, she followed her mistress, naked bottom cheeks, now red and hot, swaying from side to side with every movement.

"You may now stand and disrobe me, Rachel," stated Miss Caine, standing stock still in the middle of the large room as her companion rose to her feet. Rachel, heart beating faster, carefully untied the sash of Miss Caine's robe and slipped the silken garment off her shoulders. It slid off the woman's soft skin like water and pooled around her small feet, leaving her clad only in a silken, diaphanous nightgown. Rachel could see her mistress' nipples poking into the sheer silk and a jolt of arousal shot through her body. Fingers trembling, she reached out and slowly slid the thin straps off the woman's slim shoulders and watched the black silk slither down until it lay on top of the dressing gown, revealing all of Miss Caine's beautiful body to her avid eyes.

"Before I have my bath, I do need to complete my toilette, don't I?" mused Miss Caine, breaking into Rachel's thoughts abruptly and distracting her attention from the pert breasts crowned with coral tips and the silken thatch of black hair clouding her mistress' pussy lips. "And for that, I have need of you and that lovely mouth, girl. Go into the bathroom and lie down on the floor because you may spill a few drops as this will be your first time. After this, I will punish you if you do not cope with my flow!"

"What do you mean?" murmured Rachel, forehead creasing in bafflement at her mistress' words.

"Such an innocent girl and I do so love to corrupt innocence!" stated Miss Caine, smiling wickedly before she snapped at Rachel to obey or be punished. Reluctantly but fearing another application of the cane to her sore buttocks, Rachel walked into the bathroom and positioned herself on her back on the cold, tiled floor. She stared up as Miss Caine straddled her, wetting her lips in anticipation as she saw the delicate whorled lips of her mistress' slit come into view. The thought of tasting her there was delightful even though she knew that she should be horrified. Her pulse pounded in her ears as the woman slowly lowered her body down until she was resting on Rachel's torso, soft slit slithering over her skin excitingly. Her tongue flickered out like a snake's as Miss Caine moved up, pressing Rachel's breasts down under her bottom cheeks and suddenly the musky scent of her slit reached Rachel and she breathed it in appreciatively, relishing the rich, heavenly odour. Further and further, her mistress slid until at last her soft slit was within reach of Rachel's tongue.

"No!" Miss Caine snapped angrily as Rachel craned her neck upwards and tried to slither her tongue along the soft centre.

"But..." whispered Rachel, bemused.

"You are not there to do what you wish, girl. You may be given the chance to clean me later with your tongue but until I tell you that, you are to lie there, mouth wide open and accept your mistress' golden offering!"

Golden offering? What was the woman babbling on about? Rachel lay there wondering, just staring up at the delicate and enticing fleshy folds as Miss Caine reached down and parted them with her fingers, spreading them wider and wider and offering her submissive servant the perfect view of her moist, salmon-pink interior. There was the subtlest of hisses and then, shocking Rachel to her core, a gush of liquid shot out and splashed down into her open mouth. She spluttered and tried to move away only to find herself pinned helplessly down by her mistress' powerful thighs. Some of the fluid trickled down to the back of Rachel's throat and she almost involuntarily swallowed just as she realised what it actually was. Revulsion rushed through her and tears filled her soft blue eyes as another hiss sounded and more liquid gushed out into her mouth.

"Drink it all down like a good, little girl, Rachel," commanded Miss Caine, controlling her flow expertly. She watched the baby blue eyes squeeze out a tear of shame as the girl trapped beneath her surrendered. Rachel swallowed down the golden essence, suddenly realising that it tasted nothing like she had expected. It was warm and almost sweet with a slight cloying taste that lingered in her mouth as more and more hissed out of her mistress' slit and tumbled like a waterfall straight into her mouth. She tried to cope with the flood, swallowing hard yet still some bubbled out and trickled down her chin. It was degrading and deviant and yet Rachel found her body responding by becoming ever more excited as the flood of fluid filled her constantly.

She gulped it down as fast as she could, trying her hardest to keep up with the cascade of pee until her mistress finally squeezed out the last few drops and sat there looking down at her companion.

"Not a bad first effort, girl, but there is definitely room for improvement. You may now clean up my pussy lips and lick off any droplets of my essence!"

Rachel immediately flicked out her tongue and licked along the soft length of her mistress' cleft, delighting in the darkness of the act as well as the taste of the slippery flesh. She could feel Miss Caine respond as she slithered her tongue over the wet folds, teasing and caressing her way down them then back up until she reached the swollen nub. She swirled her tongue tip around the hardness, feeling it throb gently as her mistress sighed and squashed her sweet slit down onto her willing companion's pretty face. Waves of pleasure flooded up through Miss Caine's body, beginning in her clit as it was teased unmercifully then rushing up into her brain. She bounced up and down on Rachel's face as her orgasm finally crested and little trickles of love dew seeped out of her pussy and into her companion's waiting mouth.

Rachel continued to tease the wet slit and pulsing bud with her tongue, relishing the taste and scent of her mistress as her weight squashed down on her face. After a while spent recovering from the intensity of her climax, Miss Caine stirred and remarked, "Time for you to use that tongue and pay homage to my bottom now, girl!"

She shifted position slightly, sliding further upwards and Rachel suddenly, to her shock, found herself enveloped by her mistress' bottom cheeks. Miss Caine pulled them further and further apart as she wriggled into position then pushed down onto her servant's face, centring her little anal whorl over the girl's lips. She waited patiently, knowing that Rachel's nature, submissive yet explorative, would soon get the better of her servant and so it proved as the girl wiggled her tongue out and started to slither it up and down the anal crease.

It was such a dark and dirty thing to do; kissing and licking another woman's bottom hole yet Rachel found that she loved it and she fervently wriggled her tongue around the crinkled furrow then daringly teased it up inside. The scent and taste was slightly darker than from the woman's pussy yet by no means unpleasant and Rachel steadily wormed the tip of her tongue further and further up inside, feeling the tight tube shiver in response to the tickling sensation. It was demeaning and degrading and yet that made Rachel even more aroused and she wished that she could slide her fingers down onto her slit and make herself come as her clit tingled and throbbed with desire.