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  'You are my little cock-holder,' he said. 'Just keeping it warm and secure in case anyone else should need it.'

  I watched Beth unzip him, take out his cock and put it carefully in her mouth. Her eyes closed as she concentrated on her task. Matthew pulled me towards him and kissed me on the mouth, pushing his tongue down my throat, and then putting his hand up under my shirt and inside my bra, playing with my nipples. This is always guaranteed to get me wet, and I responded enthusiastically. Matthew told me to get my clothes off. When I was naked I lay full-length on the sofa.

  'Beth,' he said, 'Annabel needs my cock now.'

  He pulled away from her and lay between my legs, thrusting up into me. I moaned with pleasure. He began to fuck me, hard. I turned my head to watch Beth. She was sitting on the floor, not quite able to believe what was happening, that he and I were fucking right under her nose. I saw her put a hand up under her skirt and begin to play with herself.

  It didn't take long for Matthew to come. I didn't orgasm myself, but I didn't mind about that; I rarely come from intercourse alone. Matthew sat up. For a moment he looked at Beth as she sat on the floor, still fingering herself.

  'That's enough, Beth,' he said. 'Be a good little girl now.'

  For a moment she hesitated, then slowly took her hand away. She didn't look happy.

  'I don't care to see pouting,' he said. 'You must learn to accept an instruction with good grace.'

  Suddenly he reached down, grabbed her wrists and pulled her up over his knee. Pinning both her wrists behind her back with one hand, he pulled up her skirt with his other, yanked down her knickers and began to spank her bare bottom. Beth squealed and tried to wriggle away, but Matthew is a strong man and he held her down while continuing to spank her. I could tell the smacks were hard, both from the sound and from the fact that in no time at all Beth's white bottom had turned bright pink. Still she wriggled and protested. Matthew paused.

  'I want you to listen carefully to what I have to say, Beth,' he said. 'You are being punished for a lack of discipline. I want you to learn two lessons here. One, that indiscipline and I include pouting in that, is always punished. Two, that punishments are to be accepted in the spirit in which they are given. They are necessary, and they are good for you, and I expect them to be accepted with contrition and humility. Do you understand?'

  There was silence, except for a loud sob from Beth. Matthew raised his hand again and struck her really hard on the right buttock. Beth let out a yelp, but she no longer tried to wriggle away.

  'Do I make myself clear?' he said.

  'Yes,' she whispered, and sobbed again.

  Matthew resumed the spanking. Perhaps it was not quite as hard as before; at least Beth kept still, and except for an occasional moan she was quiet. At last Matthew released her.

  'Go and stand in the corner while you contemplate what has happened,' he said. 'Try to learn from it, so that you can be a better girl for us in future.'

  Slowly Beth got to her feet and made her way to the corner of the room. Matthew zipped himself up. I put my clothes back on. Matthew went across to Beth and told her to put her hands on the top of her head. Then he lifted up her skirt, pulled her knickers down again and left her with her pink bottom exposed. It was a nice bottom, I thought; round and firm and shapely; the sort of bottom anyone might want to smack. He and I went into the kitchen. I made some tea. After a while he went back into the sitting room. I heard him talking to Beth, then the two of them came into the kitchen. Beth's skirt was back down to her knees again.

  'Beth has learned a lot this evening,' Matthew said. He stroked her cheek and she smiled. 'She wants to be our good little girl.'

  'Come here, Beth,' I said. She walked towards me, looking, I thought, a little apprehensive. I kissed her on both cheeks.

  'Nothing would please me more than for you to be our good little girl,' I said. Beth smiled warmly.

  A couple of evenings later she came round to see us again. We sat in the kitchen, drinking wine and talking. Beth was dressed simply, as usual, in a short-sleeved shirt and a knee-length blue skirt. After an hour or so Matthew told her to get to her feet. Awkwardly, she stood up. I guess she had a sense of what was coming.

  'Show Annabel what's under your skirt, Beth,' Matthew told her.

  Beth raised her skirt. She was naked underneath. 'Nothing,' she said, and giggled flirtatiously.

  'I texted her earlier this afternoon to remove her knickers,' Matthew said. 'But at the same time, Beth is now under orgasm restriction. She can't come without permission, either from you or from me. Tell Annabel if you like this state of affairs, Beth.'

  She looked at me. 'Not really,' she said earnestly. 'But I suppose it's necessary.'

  'I've been texting her all day,' said Matthew. 'Rather teasingly, I must admit.'

  'He's been cruel,' Beth said to me. 'Turning me on but not letting me do anything about it.'

  I smiled. 'I'm afraid he's like that,' I said. 'Poor Beth.'

  'I'm inclined to relent now,' said Matthew. 'On condition that she has been obedient.'

  'I've been a good girl, I promise I have!' Beth exclaimed.

  'I believe you,' he said. 'Now come and sit on my lap.'

  Beth sat on Matthew's lap, facing me. He pulled her skirt up again. I stared at her naked crotch, the first time I had seen it. She had a little tuft of blonde hair, just a shade darker than the hair on her head, just above her cunt, which otherwise was shaved clean. Matthew pulled her thighs apart. When I looked carefully I could see a drop of clear liquid oozing from between her labia.

  'I want you to show Annabel how you do it to yourself,' Matthew said. 'So that if we need to do it for you some time, we shall know how you like it best.'

  Beth looked me steadily in the eye. Despite the obvious shyness I could tell that she was enjoying this. The other night it had been painful for her to take a back seat while Matthew and I fucked. But now all eyes were on her. It was my first realisation of a fundamental trait of her character, a desire to be the centre of attention. Later, I was to formulate some theories about the connection between submissiveness and narcissism. But then, all I could see was a little girl who liked to exhibit herself. And since I like to watch, it suited me well.

  She was leaning back against Matthew, slightly askew, her head to one side of his, so that he looked down on her, not with as good of view as I had, but able to see pretty much where her hand was and how it moved. She pushed two fingers into her cunt and moved them around then pulled them out. I could see how wet they were with her juices. She spread the lubrication across the lips of her cunt, and then pulled them upwards to expose her clit, and delicately spread the slipperiness over the little bud.

  Every woman has her own method for masturbation. Some use one finger, some two, some the whole hand. Some rub the clit hard, some barely touch it, circling around. Some penetrate themselves, with a finger or with some other object; some do not. Some manipulate a nipple while they rub their clits. Some stick a finger in their ass. Some do it on their backs, some on their fronts, some kneeling. Whatever floats your boat.

  Beth went at it with some seriousness. I watched as she rubbed the middle finger of her right hand against the side of her clit. I thought that maybe she was too sensitive to touch it directly; some women are like that, scarcely able to bear any friction against the clit itself. I saw that her other hand went up under her shirt and bra, pinching the nipple. She was staring at me, but I don't know if she really saw me. Her expression showed rapt concentration. Matthew had a little smile on his face, somewhat quizzical, as if he was waiting for me to do something. And suddenly I knew what it was.

  'Stop!' I said to Beth. 'That's enough.'

  'What?' she said. Her finger continued its work.

  'I said that's enough. Stop immediately.'

  She stared at me sulkily. 'That's not fair,' she said.

  'Fair?' I snapped. I felt a sudden surge of sexual aggression. 'We'll decide what's fair.'

 
; 'Well, I've got my opinion,' she continued.

  'Come here,' I said firmly.

  Reluctantly she got to her feet and shuffled towards me. I grabbed hold of her and half-threw her down over my knee. I held her down with one hand and pulled up her skirt, then started smacking her bottom as hard as I could. Beth let out a wail and struggled. I'm not a muscular girl, and I couldn't hold her. She broke free. Matthew got to his feet and caught her. He pulled her over to the kitchen table and forced her across it face down. He lay across her back, pinning her to the table, and then pulled up her skirt once more.

  'Punish her,' he said to me.

  I went to a drawer and pulled out a wooden spatula. I positioned myself behind Beth, measured the distance and brought the implement down sharply across her bare behind. She squealed. She tried to kick out with her legs, but I easily evaded them.

  I hit her again, then again, continuing until the cheeks of her bottom were flushed pink.

  'She needs something more severe,' Matthew said. 'Take off my belt.'

  I reached underneath him, unbuckled his belt and slid it free. I doubled it, took a firm grip and lashed it smartly across Beth's rump. She cried out.

  'That's more like it,' said Matthew. 'Keep doing it until she shuts up and stops struggling.'

  My blood was up. I'd never spanked anyone before, never had the urge, but now I wanted to break her resistance. I wanted her to acknowledge my authority over her, concede my power. And I also wanted to please Matthew, to be his accomplice in bringing this bratty but pretty girl to heel. The pink flush on her buttocks was now overlaid with a series of red welts, some of which were already starting to turn a dark shade of purple. I continued lashing her with the belt until Beth's cries of protest were replaced by a quiet sobbing, and she had stopped kicking. In those days I didn't know too much about subspace, but that was undoubtedly what she had entered.

  At last I set the belt down. I was breathing hard. I knew that I was wet between my legs and I could see that Beth was too. Her cunt was just visible, and it glistened with moisture. I put my hand to it, pushing my fingers inside her. Then I pulled them out and sought her clit. I started to rub her the way she had rubbed herself, just against the side of the clit. She gasped. I kept doing it.

  'Matthew will tell you when you may come,' I said. I went a little faster. She moaned.

  'Please, oh please, may I come, sir?' she pleaded.

  'Not yet,' Matthew said.

  I continued. Beth was making little whimpering noises.

  'Come now,' Matthew said. 'Come for your owners, little girl.'

  And she did, just like that, her hips shaking and grinding into the table as she went 'oh, oh, oh.'

  Matthew got to his feet. 'Stay there,' he said to Beth.

  She lay across the table, breathing deeply. Matthew went out and came back with his camera. He took several pictures of her beaten bottom.

  'I shall use these pictures to remind you, if I need to, of what happens to disobedient and recalcitrant little girls,' Matthew said. 'Do you understand?'

  'Yes, sir,' she mumbled.

  'You can stand up now,' I said to her kindly.

  She got to her feet. I put my arms around her and hugged her.

  'Please will you make me your good little girl?' she whispered to me.

  'Yes,' I said. 'I promise.'

  Later she told me that in the past she always had a lot of trouble completing an orgasm, but that she never wanted to come so much in her life as when I masturbated her. I said that if she was a good girl, and I was sure she wanted to be, that I was certain she would be allowed more orgasms in future. But, I said, not wanting to relinquish the dominance I had achieved, you may have to work hard for them; or at least deserve them in some other way.

  Chapter Two

  Matthew and I had frequent conversations about Beth, about what we wanted to do with her, how we each felt about her, and how it was affecting how we felt about each other. I thought the presence of Beth was beneficial for us; certainly the frequency and intensity of our love-making was enhanced. And it was a lot of fun to find out just what we could do with a pretty girl who was willing to let herself be put through her paces. She really did have the mentality of a pet, always eager to please, always demanding attention, ridiculously happy with a pat on the head or on the bottom.

  Matthew was still reeling her in very slowly, all the time testing her patience (which was never very great), and making her wait. It was a couple more weeks before she got the fucking she so sorely craved. Before that time there were a few more lessons in deferred gratification and exercises in discipline. Once she was rather insolent to Matthew and, his face dark, I saw him take from the bottom drawer in the bedroom a riding crop, an implement I knew was there but which had never been used on me. He ordered Beth to kneel naked on the bed, and not to move on any account. He said he would teach her respect.

  He laid the crop on with such calm, deliberate precision that it was a marvel to watch. Even though he was angry with her, he did not let his rage disturb his control. The crop made a series of parallel weals across her rump, little raised ridges, a livid red. She cried out, but he was merciless. Once or twice, it hurt her so much she hopped from one knee to the other, I think quite involuntarily. Matthew waited patiently for her to be still again.

  I am quite a squeamish person when it comes to observing the pain of another, and now and again I looked away. But I forced myself to remain in the room. I needed to take responsibility for this punishment as much as Matthew did. She was our pet; she belonged to both of us and we both needed to be present during her training. When it was over he sat with her head cradled in his lap while she wept; tears of contrition, I think.

  Matthew began to buy things for her: a set of leather wrist and ankle cuffs, to bind her; a heavy leather collar, made for a mastiff, decorated with steel studs, together with a leash; some nipple clamps, and a ball-gag. She hated the gag, not so much for its physical effects but because it made her drool and she thought this was undignified. Matthew laughingly told her that this was the whole point.

  One day, after I had consulted with Matthew, I took her shopping. He had told me that he wasn't greatly enamoured of her underwear. Matthew himself is rather a connoisseur of ladies' things, and was not pleased to find that Beth often wore scruffy old cotton knickers that should have been discarded ages ago, and even, horror of horrors, knickers which did not match her bra. I took her to Calvin Klein and we got her some things I felt were appropriate for her. She wasn't the sort of girl you would normally see in sultry black satin (even though that was what our friend brought her, what she was wearing in the picture that set off this reminiscence). She was a young girl with an athletic build, clean and wholesome, albeit in the process of being debauched by two sophisticated roués, and what I bought her reflected this.

  But I did buy her one exotic item. Matthew said he wanted to see her in a corset, one that pinched her waist in rather severely. I think it had to do with the need for discipline, and with the general sense that her body was there to be modified to our tastes. (Matthew had also arranged for her to visit our hairdresser, so that her hair could be shortened slightly, and styled better.)

  When we got back to our apartment, I made her try on the corset. It was of red silk, stoutly constructed, strapless and cut low across the bosom, pushing her small breasts upwards and outwards. It narrowed her waist, but cut off before it reached her bottom. I made her parade around wearing the corset and nothing else, waiting until Matthew returned. When he did, I made her do several circles of the room for him. Then he called her over to where he was sitting. He put his hand between her legs and felt her for a while. She closed her eyes, wearing a dreamy expression. I wondered if she hoped that maybe this was at last the time for a fucking. If so she was destined to be disappointed once more. Instead, Matthew pushed her down onto her knees, grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, then thrust his cock into her mouth. He pushed it so far in she nearly choked.
He fucked her mouth for a while, and then he called me to him.

  'Help me come on her,' he said.

  I took hold of his cock and began to rub it, with just the right pressure and speed. He grunted with pleasure and in no time at all he ejaculated, his semen spurting onto Beth's face. There was a lot; it went on her brow, even a little in her hair, and splattered onto her nose, her eyes, and her cheeks. I squeezed the last drops out of him, onto her lips, and then I pushed his cock back into her mouth, telling her to lick it clean. When she'd done so, I smeared the semen all over her face, then had her lick my fingers clean.