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  "Sure, why not?” The Trelawny Inn was conveniently located close to the Fenner Island ferry terminal. He wouldn't have to battle city traffic on his way to the erotic rendezvous.

  "Good,” Lydia replied. “I'll make all the arrangements."

  After they hung up she lit a cigarette, smiling to herself as she visualised the concealed video camera in room 230, which would record Emma and Jay's every move.

  "He wants you to arrive wearing a long dress, bonnet and gloves,” she told Emma. “And don't forget the parasol."

  Emma protested with a laugh that it wasn't exactly the type of outfit she could walk through the streets wearing.

  Lydia joined in the merriment and quipped that she might start a new fashion. “Think what a hit you would be stepping out of your Mustang to fill up with gas at the 7-11?” Then added. “There's a washroom down the hall, close to the elevator. You can change there. Oh, and by the way, the smoke detector in room 230 is actually a video camera. So on Thursday night, it will be rolling and ready for action."

  Jay arrived at the Trelawny slightly earlier than Emma. He wanted to set the stage and turn the clocks back to 1892. He had dressed for the part in a three-piece suit, bow tie and spats rented from a theatrical supply store. He covered the bed with an old-fashioned candlewick spread he'd found in a thrift store, hid the television set in a closet, and turned on a recording of horses’ hooves clip clopping over cobblestones. Then he doused the electric lights and lit the room with a kerosene lamp. The flame flared and sent garish shadows up the walls. Jay adjusted the wick, his fingers clumsy with excitement at the thought of the erotic night of abandoned passion that lay ahead.

  "You look ... breathtaking,” he told Emma as he caressed her body. She wore a peach satin dress with a ruffled skirt. “Take it off ... I want you to undress slowly for me."

  Emma stripped down to a white silk camisole and a pair of voluminous panties that were split from the waist to the crotch, front and back. She kept on the knee-high black stockings and black leather boots.

  Jay explored the split in the panties. It was a neat idea. You wouldn't have to take them down every time you went to the bathroom, and it would come in handy for other things too.

  "You've been a bad girl,” he scolded in a voice thick with passion. “Posing for dirty photographs and showing your bare bottom and hairy little cunt to strange men."

  "I know ... and I'm sorry,” Emma replied with downcast eyes.

  "Come here,” Jay ordered, settling himself down on an armless chair. “I'm going to give you a spanking."

  Emma positioned herself obediently across his lap, and placed her hands on the floor to balance herself. Jay caressed her bottom and the backs of her thighs. His breathing was laboured with excitement and his penis so hard and throbbing that he thought he might ejaculate prematurely.

  When he slipped his hand into the split of her panties, her skin felt deliciously soft and warm. “I'm going to spank your bottom for being such a bad girl."

  He tugged down her panties and caressed her bare behind for a few minutes before beginning the punishment.

  Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack. The sharp, rhythmic sounds of the spanking echoed around the room and soon turned Emma's pale bottom an angry red. She winced slightly but remained quite still.

  "Okay,” Jay said finally, running his hand gently over her smarting behind. “I think I've taught you enough of a lesson for one night."

  He tugged up her panties to cover his handiwork, patting and stroking her ass through the light material. Then he bent her over the bed and smeared her anus with Vaseline. Jay was in a delirium of excitement as he parted the split in her panties and entered her tight little ass.

  "Sweet Jesus that feels good...” he groaned, inching his cock past her resisting sphincter muscle and into the very depths of her being. He teased her wet genitals with his fingers and stroked her tummy.

  "Ow, ow, ow, ow,” Emma cried as she neared orgasm. Jay felt the shudder that ran through her body, from her anus to her clit. He inserted his fingers into her hot cunt. She gasped and moved her bottom convulsively.

  Jay thrust his cock deep inside her anus, thrilling as the explosion of her orgasm erupted against him.

  "Oh, oh, oh...” she moaned, her clit twitching and throbbing as if it would never stop.

  Jay grasped Emma firmly around the waist to steady her. “Oh God,” he panted, driving into her furiously, until he too convulsed in a powerful orgasm that left him disoriented and plastered with sweat.

  After they cleaned up, Emma ran her hands over Jay's bottom, tummy and thighs. She took his slightly flaccid penis between her lips and sucked and kissed and teased it until it sprang back to life.

  Jay grasped the back of her head and fucked her mouth hard and fast, his balls banging against her chin. When she penetrated his anus with her pinkie and stroked his A-spot, he went off like a rocket.

  Emma squirmed with desire. She was wet, hot and swollen again.

  Jay led her to the bathroom and lifted her into the tub. While he soaped her body, Emma moaned and closed her eyes. Then she leaned against the tiles and squatted slightly so he could penetrate her.

  While Jay fucked her, he sucked on her breasts and excited her anus with his fingers. Their breathing was ragged and laboured. The only other sound was the horses’ hooves playing from the cassette player beside the bed.

  He plunged into her cunt hard and fast. Emma's nails scored his back and buttocks. They heaved and moaned in frenzied contortions against the slippery bathroom wall.

  "I'm coming...” she cried, gripping his hammering cock with vaginal muscles made strong by daily exercises.

  He groaned. It was a wild bestial sound that came from deep within his throat and seemed to be caught somewhere between agony and ecstasy.

  Afterwards, he carried Emma out of the bathtub and spread-eagled her on the bed. He licked her cunt and fucked her with his fingers while she moaned with pleasure.

  As she neared orgasm, she changed position and took his cock in her mouth. She opened it wide enough to accommodate his balls as well. This unexpected manoeuvre thrilled him to the very depths of his being. He exploded immediately, in a throbbing, feverish burst.

  Was this how the men with Emma had felt?

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  Chapter Four

  Clusters of tulips flanked the lane as it meandered through clover-covered meadows. Magnolia trees swollen with flowers shed their petals beside pine cones and cherry blossoms. Gladys walked slowly, her troubled thoughts taking her far away from the captivating beauty which surrounded her.

  She was concerned about Jay. He had been quiet and withdrawn lately and had ignored her sexual advances when she'd surprised him in bed. Usually, he would have pulled her in beside him and mounted her immediately. She suspected he must be sleeping with someone else, and even although there was no commitment between them, it left her feeling sad and betrayed.

  Now, as she approached his house to do her weekly housekeeping chores, she noticed his bedroom curtains were open, which was unusual at this time of day. It had just turned eight, and Jay was not an early riser.

  She found him in the office, pouring over an old book. He hastily stuffed it into the desk and locked the drawer. This immediately aroused her curiosity. What on earth was he reading that needed to be locked away? He looked pale and drawn, as if he hadn't slept.

  She started cleaning in the living room and worked her way through the dining room, kitchen and bathroom singing as she worked. When she got to the master bedroom, the scene of so many erotic encounters, her hungry pussy twitched at the steamy memories it invoked.

  Gladys moved quickly about her business, flicking at pictures with a feather duster and poking the vacuum cleaner under the dresser and bed.

  "Are you almost finished?” Jay's voice was so close to her ear she could feel his warm breath on her neck. His eyes smouldered with desire when she turned towards him. His co
ck bulged against his pants.

  "I want you to masturbate yourself for me with this,” he murmured, handing her a long, extremely large dildo.

  Gladys’ eyes widened in surprise at the suddenness of the request, but she was horny and frustrated, so she did as she was told.

  "Now, I want you to take everything off and straddle the seat of the chair, while you remain standing."

  As Gladys worked the dildo in and out of her well-lubricated cunt, Jay took out his cock and stroked it. She moaned in pleasure and increased the speed and vigour of the dildo.

  He had made a tight vagina with his fist, and with his eyes riveted on Gladys’ uninhibited performance he moved it energetically from tip to shaft in a forceful fucking motion. Pre-cum oozed from his cock, and she knew the apex was close.

  "I'm going off ... I'm going off...” Gladys gasped.

  Jay increased the tempo of his hand and penetrated his anus with a finger. As he stroked himself, he went off like a bomb.

  "Fuck me,” Gladys murmured and knelt on the rug, spreading her anus apart. She knew he loved to do her in the ass, and there was something about action in the back passage that ignited her, too.

  She knew that the sight of her on all fours, begging him to fuck her in the ass, would turn on Jay as quickly as a light switch. His cock, which had partially deflated after he had masturbated, now surged to life with a throb and a bounce.

  "Why you horny, wanton bitch,” he muttered playfully. “I'm going to fuck you so hard, your brains will rattle."

  Gladys hummed in appreciation as Jay's rigid cock reamed up her ass. His fingers strummed on her genitals. Her heavy breasts rested on the floor, and she rubbed the nipples along the rough edge of the rug, relishing the thrills this erotic friction evoked.

  The rapidity of their movements increased until a violent spasm seemed to knife her in two, heralding Gladys’ moment of rapture. Jay held her as steadily as he could, with both hands on her quivering behind. He thrust into her bottom with renewed vigour.

  "Oh God,” he moaned, “Oh God.” Then his movements became shorter and swifter and increased in intensity as he climbed the rumbling volcano, frantically striving for the moment when it would erupt in a white-hot plume of lava.

  When the supreme moment arrived, it locked them in a paroxysm of bliss. Gladys cried out her pleasure like a wild beast, savouring the sensation of Jay's burning release washing over her bowels in great squirts.

  * * * *

  Lydia lit a cigarette and settled back to watch the video of Jay and Emma. It was slightly after dawn on a cloudy May morning and already she heard stirrings of life all around her. Birds chirped out their eternal song from the trees and rooftops, while her neighbours in the upscale high-rise she called home were on their way to work.

  It had been a long night. There were a couple of conventions in town, and the phone hadn't stopped ringing at Never on Monday until well after three. Trying to accommodate everyone within the time frame they demanded was not always easy.

  As the erotic images of Jay and Emma flashed on her television screen, Lydia knocked back a double shot of Chivas Regal followed by an ice water chaser. Christ, he's a sexy son-of-a-bitch, she thought lustfully, with that nice big cock and tight pair of balls. And after seeing more than her fair share of shrimpy little penises and droopy nuts, she was well-qualified to judge.

  Lydia no longer serviced clients herself. Since she'd put on weight and aged, very few had expressed any interest in her. Except, of course, for the occasional confused male looking for a mother figure. Or, she shuddered slightly at the depressing thought, a grandmother. At these times, she would gladly provide the service desired, charging a hefty fee. After all, she wasn't any old hooker. No indeed. She was the Madam of Never on Monday.

  Lydia stared transfixed at Jay's firm well-shaped buttocks as he heaved and swivelled them furiously, plying his rigid cock into Emma's steaming cunt.

  If there was one thing she appreciated in a man, besides a large penis and firm nuts, it was a nice tight butt, and Jay had a flawless one. Lydia ran a vibrator slowly over her panty-covered crotch. She liked to tease her genitals this way first, before slipping off her underwear. But it wasn't only Jay who aroused her. She was bisexual, and the sight of Emma's pert little bottom and pink nippled breasts was doing its part to inflame her passions as well.

  She had already had a scene with Emma. In fact, she'd had sexual relations with a few of her girls. Now, as memories of their encounter seared through her mind's eye, her genitals twitched with excitement.

  Emma was a highly sexed woman, who was very much in demand with Never on Monday's clients. This had made her extremely independent and arrogant. There had been flare-ups because of this and when Lydia discovered the girl was holding out on her financially, it was the final straw. On the quiet, Emma was seeing clients she'd met through the agency.

  Lydia had confronted her with this late one evening. Rain hurled itself against the office window.

  "I ... I...” the girl began haltingly, as fear and shock combined to temporarily rob her of speech.

  "I expect you to pay me back every penny,” Lydia told her sternly, banging her fist against the desktop to drive home the point.

  Emma nodded, her eyes downcast.

  "And that's not all by golly. If you think you can simply get away with something like this you're wrong, very wrong."

  Lydia lit a cigarette and tossed the burned out match in an ashtray. “If you want to continue working for me, you're going to accept discipline from me."

  The girl looked surprised and her lips formed in a surprised O shape. “What ... what do you mean?” she asked haltingly.

  "A spanking,” Lydia replied shortly. “I intend to whip your butt and teach you some ethics."

  Emma looked aghast at this announcement, shuffling her feet in their sharp-toed high-heeled boots.

  "Well, what will it be?” Lydia demanded, in a tone that would not be ignored.

  Emma hesitated for a moment, but then seeing the stony look on Lydia's face relented. “Yes,” she muttered in a voice hushed with shame and misery.

  "You're not the first girl I've had to punish in this way,” Lydia declared, unlocking the bottom drawer of her desk. She withdrew a small leather paddle, with a carved jade handle. “And I daresay, you won't be the last."

  Emma looked askance at Lydia, obviously uncertain of what was expected of her.

  "Over my lap,” Lydia responded to the unspoken question. “You're a tall girl, so you should be able to put your hands flat on the floor to steady yourself. Balance your weight with your toes."

  Emma wore a black leather mini skirt that scarcely covered her cute little butt. Her panties were high cut pink silk that clung to the crack of her ass like static electricity.

  Lydia raised the skirt and spanked the small bum briskly with her hand.

  "I'm warming your bottom up first so it won't mark when the punishment proper begins,” she explained.

  The girl moaned slightly but did not move.

  When Lydia was satisfied that she had primed the girl's flesh sufficiently for the paddling, she tugged down the flimsy panties. “Just right,” she noted with approval. The pink flushed bottom was exactly the colour she wanted it to be at this stage. She laid her hand on it lightly—it felt warm to the touch—and told the girl to bend over the chair.

  Emma braced herself for the beating, with feet placed firmly apart. It was a position that exposed her genitals quite shamelessly. And God they were pretty ones, Lydia though lasciviously. Like little rose petals.

  Whack. The paddle hit the girl's bottom with a sharp stinging blow, making it jiggle and bounce.

  "Oh, oh, ouch,” she cried and tried to rub her sore ass and protect it from the next blow.

  "Stop that at once, or I'll spank you longer and harder,” Lydia threatened angrily.

  Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack, whack. The paddle descended and fell in swift, rhythmic fashion, leaving the girl's
bottom flaming.

  "Okay, you can get up now,” she finally said, breathless from the exertion that the punishment had caused her. “Don't you ever cheat me again."

  Emma struggled slowly to her feet, clutching at her bruised and painful bottom.

  Lydia lit a cigarette and poured herself a stiff shot of whiskey. Administering a spanking always left her feeling exhausted. All the anger drained out of her in the most satisfying way. It also aroused her sexually.

  "Come here,” she said kindly. The girl was sobbing and searching around the floor for her panties. “Come here. Come to momma."

  Lydia cradled Emma in her arms and rocked her gently. She kissed her wet eyelids and lips and caressed her breasts and tummy. “That's a good girl,” she crooned. “I'm going to put some ointment on your sore little bum."

  The girl winced as the soothing balm was spread on the injured skin. “It's okay, sweetheart. This will ease the pain and cool it down."

  Emma moaned as Lydia's fingers began to move into the crack of her blistered behind. The spanking had aroused her sexually and she moved her hairy little cunt against the Madam's roaming hands.

  As Lydia made love to the girl she'd just spanked so soundly, the rain began to ease off leaving a wet dreary world in its wake. She led her over to the desk.

  Emma lay back on it, her bottom supported by a pillow, while Lydia entered her with a strapped on dildo.

  "Mmm ... that's my darling,” Lydia whispered. The rubber dong fucked deep inside the girl, making her cry out in pleasure.

  They rubbed their rigid clitorises together, their hands grasping at each other like wild caged things trying to fly free.

  "Oh yes ... yes...” Emma cried out, her pretty face twisted in a paroxysm of desire.

  Withdrawing the dong, Lydia licked the girl's genitals, paying particular attention to her clit. She inserted a butt plug into her anus. Her fingers probed high in Emma's dripping cunt and rubbed at her G-spot.

  "Oh lord, I'm going to go off again...” Emma panted, arching her back. Lydia savoured the salty taste of the girl's secretions, relished the twitch of her clitoris against her tongue, and the throb of her uterus against her fingers. She worked the butt plug in and out of her bottom. She had well and truly had her. Besides the humiliating bare bottom spanking, there wasn't a part of Emma that Lydia hadn't invaded and explored.