Subculture by Sarah Veitch Page B

Let’s say you take the paddling in the privacy of this room,’ Michael Landers said.
    â€˜Right. Fine,’ Lisa muttered. She was surprised at how quickly she’d agreed. Her nipples hardened further. She looked numbly at the smooth mock phallus on the bed.
    â€˜Bend over that dressing table stool and lift your skirt,’ the doctor instructed.
    Lisa stood her ground. ‘No,’ she exclaimed hotly. ‘You don’t get to see me...’
    â€˜Alright, play the virgin if you must. Just slide the dildo up yourself without removing your garments, then.’
    Shakily, Lisa walked to the low square stool and put her belly upon it. Stretched out her arms and legs. She sucked in her breath and held it as she heard Michael’s footsteps approaching the bedspread. Heard them move towards her skirted rear end.
    â€˜Here’s the thick promise that you’re immune to,’ he said lightly, leaning over her to press the thick hard phallus into her right hand. Lisa arched her belly and pushed the sex toy down, down, down, curved her hand round, trying to find her wet entrance. Dropped the vibrator on the floor and muttered ‘Damn.’
    â€˜Allow me,’ Michael said. Lisa fought back a moan of desire as she felt his fingers parting her labia, felt the polished nose of the toy getting ready to slip inside her. ‘Mm, you’re nicely oiled already, love. Wonder why that is?’ Michael asked lightly. ‘Could it have anything to do with watching young Dania getting a well tanned arse?’ Lisa gasped as he inched the pretend prick slowly up her. Gasped again as he switched it on. ‘I’m being kind and putting it on the lowest vibrating level,’ he added. ‘Though according to you I could put it on full speed and you still wouldn’t climax, your pussy would still be immune.’
    Think of England. Think of herbs. Think of anything but this intensifying urge. Lisa squirmed on her tummy over the stool as the vibrator did its wonderful work inside her. Sensation rushed to her clitoris and to her internal surfaces and built and built. ‘If you were only to last a minute I’d have to give you ten of the paddle. And eight stinging strokes if you merely held out for two minutes,’ Michael Landers said.
    â€˜How long will this test go on?’ She forced the words out through clenched teeth. The feeling in her pubis was damn near close to exquisite.
    â€˜Oh, a mere five minutes,’ her employer replied.
    She could bear five minutes. She could transcend her body’s needs. She could...
    â€˜It’s a hardwood paddle. A becoming tan shade. Has a slight gloss on it,’ Michael continued, moving the mock phallus inside her provocatively. She wouldn’t come. She would not. She’d prove him wrong. ‘Have you felt the paddle, my dear? Warms most of a pert bottom cheek, only with much more force that a palm does. Flattens the flesh beneath it ever so briefly. It’s immensely satisfying, watching the anguished curves move back.’
    â€˜You’re sick,’ she forced out.
    â€˜And you’re not?’ He pushed the oscillating phallus gently in and then half out of her needy entrance. ‘I saw the way you stared at Dania’s writhing rump. We all did. Knew that you were one of us despite your dismissive airs.’
    â€˜Can’t prove...’ She broke off in mid-sentence and groaned with increasing frustration and mounting lust. God, this vibrator was delectable. New pathways to pleasure kept rushing through.
    â€˜You rushed up here after Dania had been spanked and sexually sated. You’ve obviously taken off your stockings and knickers. Now you’re squirming against this eight inch beauty with a hungrily gaping quim.’ Michael Landers said.
    Beyond words, Lisa screwed up her eyes and mouth. She couldn’t hold out much more, just couldn’t bear it. If he’d only take the