The Companion Ch. 07

Chapter Seven

Abruptly, Miss Caine lifted her bottom cheeks up and away from Rachel's probing tongue then, after standing up, she snapped at her companion to come and kneel down by the side of the copper bath tub. Stepping into it, Miss Caine sat down and sighed in pleasure as the hot water bathed her body with warmth before she ordered Rachel to wash her as she lifted one leg up out of the water. Grabbing the soap from its porcelain dish, Rachel slowly lathered it between her hands then rubbed the creamy substance onto her mistress' smooth skin. After her legs, it was Miss Caine's back as she bent forward and then her breasts and Rachel thoroughly enjoyed the sweet sensation in her fingers as she soaped the soft mounds, teasing the coral tips until they stuck out like tiny volcanic peaks. She soaped her mistress' pert bottom cheeks afterwards, blushing as she thought about how much she had enjoyed exploring the tight, dark hole with her tongue just a few minutes earlier and then, with Miss Caine standing up, she teased the bar of soap over her pussy lips and the dark curls of her bush.

"You may now use the water, girl, after you have dried me," Miss Caine announced, stepping out of the bath onto a mat. Rachel hurried over with a towel and patted her mistress' skin dry before she obediently slipped into the bath, sighing with pleasure as the water, which was still quite warm, caressed her beaten bottom cheeks. She closed her eyes and leant back against the back of the bath and tried to resist the temptation to slip her fingers down her body and play with her pulsing clit. She opened one eye after a while and saw that Miss Caine had gone but fear of the consequences wisely kept her fingers away as the woman suddenly reappeared, dressed and followed by the maid.

"You may help Rachel bathe, Annie, but do not let her come or I will give you two dozen strokes from my cane. I will be back in about ten minutes so make sure that she is up and out of the bath by then."

It was extremely hard for both girls to be obedient to Miss Caine despite the threat of dire punishment. Rachel wondered aloud how the woman would know if Annie did make her come but the maid just smiled slightly and whispered that Miss Caine would be able to tell.

"I don't know how she does it but she can work out if someone is lying to her and then heaven help them! She might give me three dozen with the cane!" stated the maid as she scrubbed the bar of soap over Rachel's naked flesh before urging her out of the bath and then hurriedly drying her in a voluminous towel.

"Does she punish you often?" inquired Rachel thoughtfully as the girl rubbed her with the towel.

"Quite often but only because she deserves it!" remarked Miss Caine slipping almost unnoticed into the room. "Annie finds it difficult to control herself just like you do apparently and that is why she is wearing one of my designs, isn't it, Annie?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Show Rachel now please because I have brought one up from my work room to fit onto her!"

Rachel watched on avidly as Annie placed the towel over a wooden stand and then lifted up her black skirt to her waist. A strip of leather was revealed; it split her soft thighs and covered her pussy lips and slid up between her buttocks as Rachel discovered when the girl was made to turn round and bend over a little.

"A metal ring here allows Annie to defecate and a much smaller one over her slit enables her to urinate. It is smaller so that she cannot get her fingers inside and play with herself... something she does regularly if she is not prevented! The strap is attached to a belt around her waist but yours is connected to the corset you will be wearing." Miss Caine stated matter-of-factly, ending by allowing Rachel to see the black, leather-banded corset which she had been hiding behind her back.

Breathing was bad enough, Rachel found as Miss Caine, aided by Annie, strapped her body securely into the corset but the indignity of having a strip of coarse leather, complete with rings like Annie's, between her thighs brought tears to her eyes as she walked along. The leather chafed her softest, most delicate parts with every step that Rachel took and sitting down to breakfast was quite painful as the strap cut in to her flesh.

"How long will I have to wear this, Miss Caine?" Rachel inquired as her mistress finished eating her breakfast and looked across at her.

"Until I am satisfied that you can be trusted not to play with yourself, girl," Miss Caine responded, making Rachel flush as one of the maids sniggered softly behind her. "I may, of course, need to remove it so that you can demonstrate other corsets to potential purchasers but it will go straight back on afterwards. Some of my clients might wish to view it anyway and then buy one to control their own companions and sweethearts! In fact, we have a viewing today as a certain Colonel Foster has invited me to his house at eleven this morning with a view to purchasing some garments."

Two hours later, outwardly respectable in her dark blue dress, Rachel dismounted from the carriage and then waited, head bowed submissively and arms full with various garments that were covered by a cloth, as her mistress followed suit.

"An impressive house," Miss Caine observed, green eyes scanning the York stone frontage and the tall Georgian windows that were inset symmetrically. As they walked up the front steps, the door opened and a tall butler, clad in the usual black frock coat, bowed and welcomed them, ushering them through to the withdrawing room where they found Colonel Foster waiting for them.

"I have heard such a lot about you, Miss Caine, from friends and acquaintances but meeting you in person is a privilege," the man, hair silvering slightly at his temples, gushed effusively, bowing and then taking the woman's proffered hand and kissing it gently.

"Whereas I have never heard of you at all, colonel," Miss Caine remarked with a twinkle in her eye as she added, "but I am sure that we can get to know each other today!"

"And who is this pretty girl then?" the colonel inquired, turning his attention to Rachel who blushed at the compliment.

"My companion and model, colonel. She will be modelling the corsets and other apparel that you wish to see for...?"

"My ward, Miss Caine. My cousin's child and I have the tedious but necessary task of making her behave like a young lady after he allowed her to run wild on his country estate before he passed away recently."

"Is she going to join us now?"

"I think later on might be better, Miss Caine. I will choose a few items which I think will be suitable and then I will call her in as I expect you will need to measure her."

"Indeed I will, colonel. I suggest that, if you would like to make yourself comfortable, it would make sense for Rachel to begin by showing you the corset she is already wearing. It is one that is specially adapted to enable control of the wearer as you will see shortly!"

Obediently, heart beating faster at the thought of the ordeal to come, Rachel placed the assorted corsets and lingerie she was carrying over the back of one of the armchairs then stood in front of the colonel.

"Please excuse her inadequacies, colonel, but I only started training her yesterday," Miss Caine stated before she turned to Rachel and instructed her to raise her dress slowly. "Gentlemen like to be titillated and aroused slowly, girl, so gently slide the hem of your dress up until he can see your garters."

Blushing furiously, Rachel complied, glad that the colonel could not see her flaming face as she had her back turned to show her shapely legs from the rear.

"Lovely, Miss Caine. Trim ankles and calves," remarked the officer, stroking his goatee beard as he watched the girl reveal her body to him. "Such tight and interesting garters too!"

"My own design, colonel. They come in different colours in case you wish to match them to different stockings although silver goes with nearly everything. Turn and face us, Rachel!"

Reluctantly, Rachel obeyed, shivering slightly as Miss Caine stepped behind her and unfastened the buttons down the back of her dress before telling her to slide it off her shoulders. A flicker of desire blossomed in her groin as she bared her shoulders and then the top of her breasts as the colonel's eyes feasted on her soft, white flesh eagerly. The gown dropped down to her waist and he gasped as her breasts were almost fully revealed by the tiny cups of the corset which offered them up as if they were ripe fruit ready to be eaten. Rachel's nipples hardened while her fingers shook as she released the dress and allowed it to pool round her ankles before stepping daintily out of it.

Colonel Foster's dark brown eyes widened as he saw her golden bush of pubic hair standing out in stark contrast to the black leather strap that bisected it neatly.

"I say, Miss Caine, what is that?" he asked.

"A feature of this corset, my dear colonel. It is a leather piece which runs down between the girl's legs and then up her anal crease before being securely buckled into the back of the corset. You can even use a padlock to make it utterly secure if you wish! It prevents her touching herself... something which I have discovered this girl is prone to do and she must learn not to unless I give her permission!"

"Intriguing indeed!"

"These metal rings here at the side can be used to connect to handcuffs and thus immobilise her hands in case you have a girl who struggles..."

"Yes, those should be very useful for Olivia who does tend to be disobedient. She kicks and flails with her arms and even screams if I go near her to inflict discipline upon her bottom for her poor behaviour."

"Fortunately for me, Rachel is already trained to accept punishment. Perhaps you would like to try her out?"

The colonel, due to his enthusiasm for the idea, shot out of his chair as if he had been fired from a gun while Rachel went pale and shivered at the thought of being punished once more.

"Perhaps it would be a good idea to allow Olivia to see how a young lady accepts and bears her deserved punishment, colonel?"

"Do you think so, Miss Caine?"

"I do indeed. Go and fetch her immediately while I prepare Rachel properly!"

By the time the colonel left the room, Miss Caine had already extracted two pairs of handcuffs from the bag she had brought with her. As the door shut behind him, she clipped them round the girl's wrists then made her bend right over before she attached them round her ankles as well before she unbuckled the strap between her companion's thighs. Tears filled Rachel's soft blue eyes at the shame of being revealed in such a manner. She knew that her bottom would have rounded out nicely as she bent over and the dark anal star would be showing between her cheeks as well as her pink pussy folds. She gave a little whimper and then jerked against the cuffs that held her as Miss Caine gently trailed her fingers up her exposed anal crevice and circled them round the tight little hole in the centre before she traced them down and teased Rachel's wet slit just as the colonel returned, virtually pushing a sullen-faced girl in front of him.

"This is Olivia, my cousin's daughter, Miss Caine," announced Colonel Foster, shutting the door behind him firmly whilst maintaining a grip on the girl's shoulder.

"Hmm, a reasonable figure lies beneath that rather shapeless gown, I believe," stated Miss Caine, marching over to the girl and then tearing open the dress down the front, making buttons pop off like little bullets.

"Get off me! What do you think you are doing?" shrieked the girl in anger and she tried to hit Rachel's mistress only to find her hand caught easily by the woman.

"I see what you mean, colonel. Hold her for me for a moment while I get a couple of things from my bag."

The military man held the squirming figure quite easily and even evaded her heel as she tried to kick out backwards at his shins. Peering round, Rachel watched on in fascination as Miss Caine marched back over, struck the girl in the stomach and then pushed a metal ring into her mouth before buckling the strap it was enclosed in tightly behind her head.

"That should keep her relatively quiet and it has the added benefit of making sure that she cannot bite just in case you wish to use her mouth later, colonel! Now, if you would kindly bring her arms up behind her..."

Once the colonel had done so despite Olivia's spirited resistance, Miss Caine cuffed them together then stood back and looked sternly at the girl before saying, "You are to stand there and watch as Colonel Foster punishes the girl over there. If you don't then I will punish you... hard! Is that clear?"

Drool trickled out of Olivia's mouth as she tried to answer and Miss Caine wiped it dismissively over the girl's face before remarking coldly, "You can nod for yes, girl!"

A little nod resulted and Miss Caine moved back over to Rachel as she said, "Sometimes, colonel, you have to be cruel to be kind! Spare the rod and spoil the child as the good book says and this one certainly shows every sign of being spoilt! She will never acquire a husband if she behaves so badly!"

"Very true, Miss Caine! She refused to meet the last young man even though he was from a good family and had prospects and she will not go to balls or dances."

"Perhaps she is attracted to women instead?" mused Miss Caine, casting a sharp glance at Olivia who was staring fixedly at Rachel's naked bottom cheeks and the starkly-revealed delights of her anus and pussy. "Now I suggest that you begin with your hand to warm Rachel's buttocks up and then use this strap later."

Rachel swallowed hard as Miss Caine released the leather strap that had been chafing her tender flesh all morning and dangled it from her fingers.

"Two uses for the same item," stated the colonel with a sly chuckle. "I am impressed with your foresight!"

Rachel gritted her teeth and waited for the pain to flow into her senses as the colonel ran his fingers over her bottom cheeks, remarking on the weals that were still evident on the white skin.

"Yes, she was caned yesterday, colonel, but her bottom and her submissive nature can take much more punishment, I assure you!"

"Excellent!" exclaimed the colonel, making Rachel shudder with shame as the tip of his finger grazed across her anal bud threateningly. Nothing escaped Miss Caine's notice and she stated, much to her companion's chagrin, "She has been used there just once... by me last evening but it would be good for her to get used to pleasing men with her bottom hole as well as her mouth. I am reserving her pussy for my pleasure at the moment!"

"I do not blame you, dear lady. So soft and delicate!" responded the colonel, running his fingers over Rachel's slippery slit several times and making her shiver with shame and desire.

His hand slipped away and she took a deep breath then gasped as he suddenly spanked her hard, whipping his palm across her bare bottom cheeks. She rocked forward slightly under the impact then back just in time to meet the next sharp smack on her arse. Soon Rachel could feel the heat pervading her skin and rising up through her body whilst each stinging spank seemed to send shock waves of pain mixed with pleasure rippling down to her quim. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter in response to the spanking but there was nothing that she could do to prevent it happening as the colonel continued to smack her bottom cheeks, making them change colour from white to pink and then to a glowing red.

"That should have warmed her up a little, I think," he commented eventually, stepping back and admiring the rich redness of the girl's skin.

"Time to use the strap instead then," murmured Miss Caine, handing the leather over as Rachel shivered at the thought of being struck by it. Colonel Foster tested the thickness of the strap, running his fingers over it experimentally before he measured the distance to his quivering target by extending his arm then let fly. Rachel hissed out in agony as the leather cut across her buttocks and the tip wrapped round her hip and left a vivid red mark on the pale skin. She rocked forward again but maintained her balance as the next stroke whipped across and struck just an inch or so lower, sending fresh shards of pain shooting into her bottom cheeks. Rachel lost herself in the pain and the strange pleasure, feeling her clit respond to the sweet lure of the stinging agony in her flesh by throbbing and pulsing with need and desire whilst a slimy snail trail of lust seeped out of her pussy folds and wended its way slowly and shamefully down her inner thigh.

Miss Caine divided her attention between Rachel and Olivia for a while, carefully scrutinising the latter as the leather strap created a livid set of lines on her companion's bottom. The colonel's ward was staring fixedly at the scene and her cheeks were definitely colouring up, reddening like Rachel's arse as it was whipped. After a minute or so, Miss Caine walked over to Olivia and pushed her forward, making her get closer despite her initial resistance. Ignoring her struggles, Miss Caine slowly stripped off the girl's dress and then raised the hem of her chemise to bare her bottom cheeks before she fondled them gently. The struggles lessened as soon as Miss Caine slid her fingers lower and found the soaking wetness in between Olivia's thighs and she laughed.

"I believe that Olivia is enjoying this, colonel," she remarked and he stopped whipping Rachel's arse and swung round to watch. Miss Caine eased her fingers in and out of the sopping slit and raised one eyebrow interrogatively as she met no resistance.

"I think that you will need to ask Olivia who has already had her, colonel, as her hymen is definitely broken!"

A wail of shame and fear echoed out past the gag and Olivia's face went bright red. Miss Caine continued to toy with the girl, slithering two fingers in and out and then rolling her thumb around the bulging nub of her clit, gradually pressing harder as she felt tremors ripples through the girl's body. A few moments more and Olivia came, soaking her tormentor's hand with love juices whilst she squealed unintelligibly through the gag in her mouth as rapture overwhelmed her senses.

Rachel craned her neck round and enviously watched Olivia come. If only she would be allowed to, she thought as the girl squealed with delight then almost slumped to the floor.

"I suggest that you enjoy Rachel now, colonel, as I do believe her bottom looks hot enough to fry an egg on," remarked Miss Caine as she made Olivia kneel just by the side of her own companion. The colonel grinned, laid the leather strap down on the floor and swiftly dropped his trousers and drawers to reveal a short but thick prick whose tip was already swollen with lust. Rachel swallowed hard and shivered as his fingers dipped down between her thighs and then spread her own slick juices over the tight anal entrance he was about to plunder. He inserted his thumb and wiggled it about and she groaned, feeling a rich rush of desire flood into her along with the dark, arousing shame of being used in such a fashion. His thumb popped out and then he stepped forward and she gasped as the relative coolness of his thighs met the heated flesh of her beaten buttocks. Her gasp turned into a whimper as she felt the bulbous head of his cock slither down her anal crease and against her exposed and vulnerable anus.

Every second seemed to last for a minute as he slowly began to exert pressure, pushing into the slippery ring and forcing it open. Rachel opened her mouth as if in sympathy with her bottom hole and then squealed as her resistant ring was finally overcome and the colonel's length slid all the way up into her clenching tube. It was different to being taken there by a dildo, she decided as he pressed in to the hilt then slowly withdrew his stubby length, making her feel as if her insides were being turned inside out. Not necessarily better but just different and she felt her clit tingle with pleasure as the thick cock stretched her spongy walls wider, sending ripples of pain slithering through her flesh. He gradually increased the speed of his thrusts while his hands held tightly onto her hips, digging into the skin there before one slid right round and cradled her slit, cupping the soaking lips on his palm. It only took the slightest of touches on her throbbing bud before Rachel came, screaming out in delight as waves of pleasure flooded through her body and took over her mind. The rhythmic slithering of the colonel's cock in and out of her bottom added to the intensity of her climax and her legs suddenly weakened and she toppled down onto her knees just as the colonel lost control and came. His thick, creamy come jetted out of his cock and sprayed over her bottom cheeks, staining the livid flesh white once more while he gasped and shuddered as his essence drained out of his body.

"Olivia will now clean you up, colonel," stated Miss Caine after a minute or so, turning the girl's head so that she faced his slimy, sperm-stained cock. Olivia tried to wriggle away but Miss Caine held her head firmly, gripping the girl's long brown hair tightly in one hand as the colonel shuffled forward, cock in hand. He pushed it between her parted lips, sliding it through the ring that held her mouth wide open and she sobbed in shame as she tasted both his come and the secretions from the innermost recesses of Rachel's bottom.

"Use your tongue and clean your master up, girl!" snapped Miss Caine. "If you do not do so with enthusiasm then I will take the strap to you afterwards! Grip her head here, colonel, and take control while I go and help Rachel into one of the other corsets that I brought to show you."

It seemed surreal to Rachel to walk up and down displaying off both the different corsets and her body to the colonel once he had finished with Olivia's sweet mouth. Miss Caine laced the corsets up tightly and Rachel could feel her breasts being squeezed up and her waist narrowed and she was all too conscious of the soreness of her bottom both inwardly and outwardly as she swayed back and forth.

Eventually, after the colonel had ordered three corsets along with some stockings and garters, Miss Caine and Rachel departed though not before the former had instructed Colonel Foster to spank his ward regularly and to use her at least once a day.

"You may wish to alternate between her mouth, bottom and quim, my dear man, as she is clearly no longer virgo intacta. I suspect that she used a candle or similar item on herself perhaps or maybe there has been a secret assignation with a man although I doubt that as she seems to prefer ladies."

Rachel watched a blush spread across Olivia's face and a tiny, secretive smile before the girl dropped her head and looked down at the floor as the colonel stated, "I am sure that the judicious use of the cane will get the truth out of her in a few minutes, Miss Caine!"