Chapter 14
"You know what I'd like to do with her, Greg?" Betty McDonald looked at her gray-haired lover. "I'd like to take her and Myrna too, and the two of us could have lots of fun with her and get her ready for you tonight."
"Not for me yet. I think the boys have earned a chance at her. And besides, there's another guest arriving tomorrow. We'll have to save some of Diane for him, you know."
"Oh yes! I nearly forgot. Excuse me. But may we borrow her for a couple of hours? She could help serve our supper. You can manage eating by yourself just this once, lover, until we come back," said Betty MacDonld with a candid wink, and reaching up to the banker, she gave him a hard, stinging kiss on the mouth as Myrna looked on indulgently.
The two women had already discussed ways and means of further humbling Diane Wilson, and Myrna, once over her initial jealousy at the discovery that Gregson Torrance had taken an additional mistress besides herself, now looked forward to a kind of fusion of talents in this collaboration which would bring about the complete subjugation of the haughty heiress.
A few minutes later, Diane found herself in the "rumpus room" across the way, and the two Negroes and Gregson Torrance had left the basement. Diane kneeling, head bowed to the floor, was busy kissing Myrna's boots, for the mulatress dominatress had changed into her spectacularly lascivious costume of the day before, with shoulder-length gloves, thigh-high boots, and all her voluptuous chocolate-skinned nakedness between.
Meanwhile, lovely Betty McDonald pulled off her minidress and short, custom-made slip beneath it, and stood in black nylon bra ail her smoke-colored pantyhose and pumps. Myrna's eyes smoldered with lust at the sight of this blonde siren. Betty intercepted that look and giggled.
"I can hardly wait to get you in bed, too, Myrna darling. But first, let's take care of little Diane here. First, we're going to have her eat her supper like a good little bitch, aren't we?"
"We sure are. Here it comes now."
Myrna went to the door and opened it to admit Joe, who was carrying a tray. On it were two bowls, containing in one some shredded bits of beef swimming in a sort of gravy, and in the other something resembling butterscotch pudding with crumbled bits of cookies stirred in.
The two bowls were set down on the padded floor, and then Joe reluctantly bade them both good evening and left the basement.
"Now then, start eating," Betty commanded, as she went to the panoply on the wall and took down a three-fingered black leather tawse. It was about two feet long, the last four inches being split at the ends to form the three "fingers" of this traditional Scottish whipping instrument, used in many British schools and private educational institutions on boys and girls alike.
Thus armed, Betty McDonald supervised the lapping up of the food in the bowls in the prescribed animal-like manner, applying an occasional flick of the fingers of the whipping instrument whenever Diane seemed to hesitate, and the flurried little cries of pain and pleas for mercy, together with Diane's squirming and convulsive weaving of her bare ass and the display of her pink pussy framed by the soft brown cuntcurls made both young women violently aroused.
Finally Betty McDonald removed her pantyhose and pumps, and then her bra, and stood naked as the day she was born. Myrna's eyes laved that white-skinned body and she watched avidly as the naked blonde now commanded, "All right, Diane, now crawl on your knees up to me and start kissing and licking my pussy. I want you to make me come. Myrna darling, take this tawse and give Diane a good spanking to make her efficient. That's it, Diane, you're going to get your ass whipped until I cream, so you'd better do it fast and good!"
"Oh please don't whip me-oohrrrr! Oh, that cuts and burns so!" Diane suddenly shrieked as the tawse smacked wickedly and diagonally all over her already reddened ass-cheeks. In frenzied despair, she put her mouth to Betty's cunt and began to kiss and suck noisily.
"That's good, but use your tongue. Mmmmmm-that's nice! Give her a couple of spanks, Myrna darling. Mmmmmmm-that's the way mmmmffffgggg that's goodoooohhhhh-"
"Oh, pl-l-l-"
"Shut your mouth and keep on gaming me!" Betty McDonald panted. She was cupping her titties and looking at Myrna, standing there with her legs straddled, While Diane hastily licked and sucked her voluptuous pussy. Again she nodded, and once more the tawse wickedly cracked over Diane's flaming and swollen posterior. With a muffled shriek, Diane dug deep in with her tongue and began to slush it back and forth until finally Betty McDonald uttered a cry. Her fingers twisted in her victim's disheveled hair, she reached her climax!