The Nanny

THE NANNY

Chapter Fifteen

       The formally attired, mixed group mingles in the great room.  Several sitting, even more standing, most have drinks in hand as a handful associate near the large pre Victorian fireplace along one wall with its obligatory flickering flames.  The far wall with its parted drapes overlooks the manicured, hedge rowed grounds from the multi pane leaded windows three stories up, wisps of sleet attaching to the outer sides of the leaded glass along their frosting corners.

       Hearing the Dominatrix approaching from the foyer, all eyes seem to turn at once as she steps inside the expansive area, glances back toward Jo just a few steps behind.  The conversations trailing off, only the cackling of the roasting logs in the fireplace override the silence as if on cue Jo slowly follows into the room, shoulders back, head high, dark eyes piercing.  Their footsteps silenced by the thick carpeting, the Dom steps directly toward Master DeSade seated toward the center of the floor where he sits in one of several high backed leather chairs arranged throughout the room.

       “Master DeSade… Jo’s been prepared… I hope to your satisfaction.”

       Slowly setting what’s left of his drink down on the table beside the chair, he nods toward the Dom in acknowledgement, glances around her toward Jo.  Her body glistening, an occasional drop of oil dripping from her outthrust breasts, he can hear the silence, sense the admiration, even hushed whispers of envy from the others all turned toward her.  Her still damp hair appearing almost black while strictly drawn back across her scalp boxes in, surrounds her forehead.  Bright red lipstick tinting her spread lips, perfect makeup, her darkly tanned body glistens, overstuffed in the impossibly slim corset, its contour of black lace like a second skin compressing her incredibly tiny waist.

Taking another step forward, then another and yet another, one tall black stiletto perfectly placed alternately in front of the other, her shoulders, head remain even keeled with her smooth, seductive strides.  Thighs rippling as her sleek legs covered by the shimmering black silk stockings to mid thigh seemingly rises forever from the six inch heels, her arms slump down against her sides; her straight fingertips barely swaying back and forth across the hems of her stockings as the tops of the black velvet gloves rise to just below her armpits.  Remaining obediently silent, just the tip of her tongue flirts across the bottom of her parted lips as her face remains expressionless, her eyes forward toward Master Desade’s chair.

A glance toward the Dom, DeSade gives a slow, expressionless nod.  Appreciating Jo’s cooperation in impressing his audience, not to mention her vanity, he glances back toward her, above her teasingly parted lips, into her unblinking stare while he releases just the faintest of a smile, knowing she’s on her game and enjoying every set of eyes locked on her from around the room.  Her looks even more stunning then imaginable, actually her vanity’s only matched by his as he leans back into the clutches of his chair, retrieves his glass of wine.  Taking a sip as he too focuses momentarily on her erotically glistening bare breasts, he notices the faintest of whip marks, a couple barely curling across her left breast’s jiggling areola, left by him just a few nights before, actually an added plus to the atmosphere.

Her dark piercing eyes finally staring downward toward the floor as she halts, stands obediently between the Dom and Master DeSade, she makes certain her posture’s virtually flawless even as the earlier sensations of the tingling in her arms have become numbness from the tight fitting shoulder length gloves.  Still fascinated with the room’s silence, her visual impact on the group, she makes certain the center of attention’s centered on  her globular, outthrust breasts overriding the cinching hem of the top of the corset as she seductively, fluidly arches her shoulders back, her limps arms almost dangling with the gloved fingertips brushing back past her taut thighs. Her oval tan areolas spreading apart, the nubs of her nipples hard, glistening, still dripping an occasional drop of body lotion out past the black lace, onto the floor, she intentionally softly whimpers, the sound almost an inaudible purr catching the curious attention of the closest onlookers.

       “Well Jo… I have to say… You do look bewitching… Let’s see you!... Now… Slowly turn for us.”  DeSade’s voice firm with authority, he just watches, observes her response as she just gives a hint of an affirmative nod, her bright red lips still slightly parted, her eyes toward the floor, unblinking.  

       Sensing the infatuated responses of the group struck by her looks, knowing how exotic her outfit is, how erotic she’s being presented, her heart pounds in her chest as she knows all eyes are on her, her breasts, her incredibly exposed body.  Arching her shoulders a little further back, her globular breasts pressing outward, apart just a little further, her nipples tingle, almost ache as the sensation across her breasts of the smothering oil collecting, dripping from both engorged nubs mimics the sensations of being caressed by flicking fingers.  Spreading her feet slightly apart, pressing her hips seductively forward, unable to see down past the corset, she’s sure her bare pubic mound’s in full view, the folds of her labia parting enough to expose the nub of her clitoris as she feels the tingling stream of oil trickling down across her inner thigh.   Hearing the rustling of some to get a better view, the general migration around the room surrounding her, both men and curious women, she just momentarily glances again toward Master DeSade’s chair hoping for another favorable response as she begins to slowly turn, her numbed arms again brushing loosely across her thighs.

       Lowering her eyes back down toward the floor, actually on the numerous shoes of the circling group, she slowly rotates in a counterclockwise rotation as the six inch stilettos sink into the lush carpet.  An occasional whimper, a subtle flinch of a shoulder as she slowly rotates and she forces her breasts to sway, barely touch together, spread part again while riding across the corset’s rigid hem.  Basically completing her rotation, again facing forward toward Master DeSade’s chair, she stops and remains motionless, eyes directed toward his feet, waiting for his next command.

       “Jo… I think the gentlemen… And I’m sure also the ladies would like a little presentation.”  DeSade commands.  “What do you think?... Would you mind allowing the Mistress to display some of her disciplining expertise with you as the subject of her attention?”  Momentarily glancing toward the Dom, her nodding approval, he turns his attention back to Jo.  Staring into her eyes as she raises them to meet his, surely knowing her response, he continues.  “I think most everyone here has an infatuation with those enticing breasts plunging out from across that corset… You won’t mind if the Mistress gives them her undivided attention for awhile… Refreshes those faded welts with new ones… Will you?”

       A controlled quiet nod of acceptance of his request, a glance toward the Dominatrix and Jo can already feel her nipples tingling, and not just from the oil but with anticipation.  “Yes Master… I… I would like that.”  Giving her almost whimpering, girlish reply, knowing it only adds to entice the already excited group as she glances back toward his chair, inside her stomach churns, her heart pounds as she feels the rush, the excitement of anticipating her bare breasts being flogged in front of the room full of men, and maybe even more so by the women as they watch.

“Good!”  He responds.  “Then, tell my friends here what would you like for her to do with you.”

       Again playing the crowd, the room totally silent except for the cackling of the fireplace, she glances toward him, then toward the smirking Dominatrix.   Returning the smirk, then glancing down toward her bare breasts, her glistening nipples poking out across the top of the corset as she slowly sways her chest back and forth, she amusingly watches the thickening nubs jiggling before answering in her best whimpering tone.  “This submissive would be thankful for the Mistress to whip my breasts… Especially across my bare nipples… Hard with a crop!... And… And… And.”

       “And… What else?”  The Dom smirks, almost taken aback by the brazen answer, remembering their little conversation before coming downstairs.

       Again staring back into DeSade’s obviously appreciative eyes, keeping contact, Jo feels the knot in the pit of her stomach, the anticipation of not only feeling her breasts flogged as she slowly bows her knees, presses her hips forward, she rasps.  “I also would appreciate if the Mistress would whip me here between my spread legs… Punish me across my clitoris… Hard with a crop… If… If she would want too… And my Master would also want!”  Lowering her eyes, listening to the hushed responses of some of the circling group, she feels the exhilaration of being the center of their undivided attention.  A few more murmurs, the surrounding group, especially the women obviously surprised with her unexpected, almost flaunting response, it’s quickly obvious they’re eager for that exhibition to begin.

DeSade glancing around the room; his smugness not concealed, he takes another sip from the nearly empty glass, leans forward and reaches up toward Jo’s parted lips.  “Finish this… You’re going to need it!”  Nodding, his approving stare, he lets the edge of the cup press across her lower lip, allows her the last couple sips before again setting the glass back on the table, the crimson outlines of her lips across its rim.

       “Well.”  He addresses the Dom as he reaches down between the chair and table.  “Those bruises across her tits and cunt are all but faded.”  Handing her a worn, tan leather razor strap, he adds.  “Go ahead… But use this instead of just a crop… It’ll cover more… And besides, it’ll allow you to whip her a lot more without the welts, just bruises… Now go ahead… She’s all yours for awhile… Give ‘em a good show!””

       Feeling the pounding in her chest, the corset halting her breathe as her breasts rises and lowers, Jo senses the difference of the implements, but also the anticipating attention of the group as she again lowers her eyes while the Dom steps toward her with the strap instead of the crop that left the latest remnants across her bare flesh.  Watching her right nipple being gripped, twisted, the Dom turning, stepping toward the frosted windows as a few of the onlookers part,  Jo obediently follows as her gripped breast stretches out from over the hem of the corset.  Positioned between a pair of opened drapes, facing toward the light streaming through the glass as her breast’s released; she feels the hand across her shoulder blades, pressing her forward toward the frosted squares of panes.

       Arms virtually numb, swaying down toward her sides in the stiff shoulder length gloves, shuffling her feet, she’s forced to lean a foot or so forward, turning her face toward the side as she feels the chill of the damp windows across her flattening breasts and cheek.  The oily lotion immediately adhering, her naked flesh sticking to the pair of glass panes separated by the leaded framework, she reflexively sighs.  “Oooohhh!”  The coldness of the glass still being pelted from the sleet from outside, she feels her nipples instantly hardening, the sensation searing across her chest bordering on breathtaking.

       “Let’s get those big ‘ol jugs chilled down while you spread those legs and push that ass back.”  The Dom orders as she lets the strap flick back and forth across her knee.  “Let’s give that clit of yours some attention first though!”  Stepping toward Jo’s left side, watching as her arms hang down, the black gloves barely swaying, the Dom smiles toward the surrounding group, waits until they’re quiet as she lays her left hand across the rounded curves of Jo’s buttocks, just below the small of her back and the bottom of the corset, pushing downward, forcing both cheeks to spread.

       The side of her face still pressing flatly against the frosting glass, her breasts spreading out from either side of her torso as her flattened melons continue to adhere to the damp surface, Jo glances toward a couple closest to the windows, their eyes riveted on her contorted body.  Forcing her buttocks further back, she feels herself sliding slightly downward as her breasts ride up across the glass, stretching, squeaking while she continually stares toward the two men, her damsel in distress expression riveting.  Knowing that in just moments the strap will be searing across if not between her butt cheeks, the stirring in her stomach, the pounding in her chest is a combination of anticipation of the pain but more so of the undivided attention of the excited group of men and women, especially the pair ogling her, eagerly waiting to see her flogged, especially the wide eyed woman.

       Raising the flexing tanned strap, letting its edge slide upward across the bare flesh between Jo’s stocking and butt cheek, the Dom pokes, gently pushes just the very tip across Jo’s labia, around the puckered sphincter muscles, parting the gapping slit.  Watching Jo’s hips flinch, her chest press harsher against the glass, she lets the flexing leather flip out, grips its end with her free hand.  Kneeling, bowing, aligning the strap, she glances toward the front row of the men and women, smiling she lets the strap flick upward, smacking between Jo’s spread legs.  “Thwack!”

       “Oooohhh!”   The searing sting of the curling leather scrapping between her spread thighs flattening the nub of her clit, Jo grunts as she reflexively tiptoes in her stilettos, presses, scraps her chest harshly across the freezing glass as her body instantly arches.  Feeling the initial lashing, even mentally prepared, the air escapes her lungs as her numbed arms sway beneath her.  Haltingly taking what breathe she can in the confining corset, a nibble across her lower lip and she tenses her buttocks, waits for the next lashing.

       “Spread those knees girl… Wider… Now!”

“Thwack!”  Feeling the second quick flex of the strap jolting up between her quivering thighs even as her knees begin to spread across the carpet as ordered, again the searing pain, this time centered across her exposed clit.  “Oomph!” Biting down on her lip, she hears the excited responses of the surrounding onlookers, stares directly into the closest man’s widening eyes, his companion cupping her hand between her thighs as she stares back while slowly nodding her head.  The sharp sting between her quivering legs excruciating, flattened breasts freezing against the frosted panes, her virtually numb arms sway, scrap across her thighs as she struggles to lean against wall of glass, to hold back the tears from the harsh but absolutely exhilarating pain.

“Damn it  Jo… I said spread those legs wider and expose that pussy to me!”  The Dom sternly orders as she places a hand across the top of Jo’s buttocks, across the small of her back, shoves downward.  “Wider… Wider I said!”

       “Thwack!... Thwack!........ Thwack!”  A trio of flicks smack up between her trembling thighs even as she’s bowing, trying to spread her knees further apart.   Brief moments between each calculated stroke, Jo’s body flinches, her contorting breasts adhering, surreally twisting across the cold flat surfaces as her muttered grunts are barely audible.  Wide red welts rising between her spread thighs, her buttocks trembling, arms dangling, her cheek, breasts continue to scrape, stick across the frosted panes of bare glass.

       The buzz in the room resounding in her ears, her body on fire, Jo closes her eyes, takes a haltingly deep breathe as her confined, shrunken stomach flexes, presses outward against the confinement of the lace corset.  Her dripping tears freezing against the glass, her stomach churns as she looses count, not fearing but impatiently waiting for the next painful stroke to snap across her pulsing clit, wanting it, actually anticipating the pain as she glares toward the sleet pelting the outside of the windows.  The urge to titillate the circling group even more, glancing back toward the outer edge of the room, enticed with the looks on their faces as she stares toward the closest couple yet again, she feels the Dom slipping her hand down from her backside, pressing her palm upwards across her hollowing stomach.

“Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!”  A trio of harsh blows, the strap smacking across both butt cheeks as the Dom’s hand lifts upwards.  “Thwack!... Thwack!.............. Thwack!”

Grunting, arching, her saliva drooling, smearing and sticking across the window pane with her tears, she has no idea how many lashings she’ just received, just that the pain’s exhilarating, even arousing as she feels the churning in her stomach, the mixed  burning of her buttocks and the tingling of her engorging clit.   

       “Okay……Turn Jo!... And push those cold titties out here now!... Let’s warm them up real good!”

Hearing the Dom’s stern command as her hand slips away from her stomach, the heat of the strap spreading across both reddened butt cheeks, groaning, letting her knees bend as she finally lowers her eyes, arching back, she slips away from the streaking glass, her breasts sticking, her nipples adhering to the frosted surfaces as she jerks back, numb arms swaying.  Grunting, arching back, jerking, jerking yet again she finally tears away from the window panes, slumps to the floor while hearing the mixed mutterings, the excited voices obviously appreciating her endurance.

       Eagerly twisting around as she struggles to her knees, her gloved fingers’ scrapping across the carpet, she bows backwards, presses the back of her head against the leaded frame.  Arching her back, breasts reddened, nipples thick and hard from the frosted glass, she moans as she glances through her welling tears toward the circling group, down toward her heaving chest, back toward the Dom, locking stares momentarily.  Her trembling body facing the group, their awestruck interest permeating the room’s atmosphere, she spreads her folded knees further apart, her scarlet splotched butt cheeks grinding across the stilettos beneath her and the carpet as she glares toward the Dom.  Breathing in rasping breaths as the black corset rises, lowers beneath her heaving breasts with each halting breathe, shoving her breasts ridiculously outwards, she antagonizing grunts.  “Give ‘em the show they want… Do what you promised upstairs… Work these tits… Beat me!... Beat me across my tits with that strap now!... Flatten ‘em… Hurt me… Make me beg… Make me cry… If you think you can!”

       Glancing over toward DeSade’s chair, getting a shrug of his shoulders followed by his approving nod, the Dom steps beside Jo’s outthrust body being arched even further outward, centers the swaying strap across her glistening cold breasts as the engorged, nearly frozen nipples quiver above the black corset.  Stepping, twisting forcefully forward, her arm curling, the tanned leather snapping, curling downward, the Dom’s eyes lock with Jo’s even as Jo pushes her chest even further outward to accept the unrelenting blows.  “Thwack!...........Thwack!... Thwack!... Thwack!...........Thwack!”… Thwack!”… Thwack!”  Back and forth, crisscrossing the flattening, elongating globular mounds, the Dom’s eyes remain locked with Jo’s riveting stare.  “Thwack!... Thwack!......... Thwack!................. Thwack!........................ Thwack!”

       Biting down on her lip with each mounting blow, glaring defiantly away from the frantic Dom and toward the enthralled onlookers, a couple women spread throughout the group covering their chests with their hands as they flinchingly watch, Jo does no more then grunt as her breasts continuously jaunt outward, flattens beneath the wide strap, springs back, again flattens, again springs back as the strap burrows into her tit flesh leaving glistening red splotches one atop the other, her areolas, nipples flattening, bruising as they spring apart, jiggle.  “Thwack!......... Thwack!........................... Thwack!”  Glaring past her bulging breasts directly toward the perspiring Dom, her slumping arm, she growls.  “That it?... That all you got?”

       “Thwack!...... Thwack!............ Thwack!............... Thwack!”   The constant rhythm slackened, picks up slightly as the wide flat leather flicking, snaps across her flinching breasts smacking directly across the puckered nipples as the Dom’s bare arm glistens, continues to swing back and forth.  Still just grunting, tears noticeably streaks down across Jo’s cheeks, drips across her flailing breasts.  “Thwack!......... Thwack!.............. Thwack!............... Thwack!”

       Twitching, still arching, bowing forward, her numbed arms trembling, her gloved fingers scrapping back and forth across the floor as they twitch beneath their second skin, Jo continues with her defiant glare, the piercing stares toward the Dom, toward the circling group in front of her as her heaving chest quivers, glistens beneath the mounting wide welts encompassing her bare chest as the strap flails back and forth again, and again, still flattening, elongating her globular mounds.  “Thwack!..................... Thwack!.......................Thwack!”

       Finally lowering the strap toward her side, standing upright, bowing back, taking a couple deep breathes, the Dom glances toward DeSade, wearily around toward the crowd captivated with the brutal exhibition.  Again utter silence, except for the occasional rasping breath from Jo’s still arched body as the back of her head continues to press against the streaking glass pane.  The strap dangling at her side, the glistening, perspiring Dom reaches out with her free hand, slowly inspects her handiwork.  Having lost count, the wide crimson welts layered above one another, Jo’s quivering whipped breasts still jaunt majestically outward across the top of the black corset as the Dom’s fingers glides across the layered red splotches.  Stepping slowly around her, glancing between her spread knees, a few red splotches also stretching out past her parted slit glisten, her bare pubic mound quivering as she remains rigid, defiant, a tear finally streaks down cross her cheek from her welling eyes.

       Struggling from the confining corset to collect her breathe, Jo hazily glares at the Dom stepping back away from her.  The corset feeling as if it’s shrinking ever tighter across her perspiring flesh, the pain sears across her breasts, her nipples, her vagina, the intense intoxicating pain.  Glancing around the circling crowd, the returning stares directed from the collection of riveted eyes only adds to the incredible rush she feels, the ability of being able to accept the strap’s lashings across her naked flesh, to entice everyone with her near naked body, even the handful of flushed women with her mesmerizing exhibition.  She senses the stirring deep inside her womb, the dampness between her twitching thighs not just the body lotion or even her beading perspiration.  The knowledge that every man in the room wants her, the women envious, most all wanting to ravage her, all gives her enormous satisfaction, an exhilarating sense of power as her knees tremble, her stomach ripples.

       “Enough… Enough… Stand Jo!”

       Blinking away some of the moisture from her eyes as she hears the Dom’s command, a slow shake of her head of acknowledgement, again an awkward struggle as her numb arms barely sway, she slowly raises from one shaking knee, then the other.  Standing upright, moisture streaking across her bruised  bare flesh, knowing all to well she’s on the edge of an explosive orgasm as she tries to collect her breath, Jo feels the Dom’s hand sliding across her buttocks.  “Come with me upstairs… We’ll spread some salve across these welts… Get you cleaned up to come back down to accompany Master DeSade with his guests.”

Led through the parting group, a quick glance toward DeSade’s chair, his appreciative nod as he raises a generous glass of dark wine toward her in a salute and she feels complete as she nods back.  Another final glance around the room as she feels her breast being stretched out in front of her by her bruised nipple; noticing that all eyes are still riveted on her as she grunts, nearly stumbles in her stilettos as her useless arms sway at her sides, she follows behind the Dom toward the stairs.  Leaving the room, on the stairs halfway to the next floor, the Dom turns, smiles while lowering her hand to Jo’s engorged clit.  Tweaking, a gentle tug, she smiles.  “We’ve got our girl upstairs waiting to give you just what you want before we go back downstairs… You’ve certainly earned it… Damn!... You almost wore me out down there!”

End Chapter Fifteen