“You know how much I love your pussy, Poppea.” Prissy knelt down and flicked her tongue over Poppea’s hardened bud. A couple swipes, and Poppea was convulsing.
“Oh, yes, yes! That’s it, that’s it!”
When Poppea came down from her climax, she removed the toy and sat up. “I’ll be sore for a few days, but it was worth it. I do love fucking myself in the arse.”
“It was quite delightful to watch, Poppea,” Prissy said. “And now, might I ask you a favor?”
“Of course, my dear. Anything.”
“Would you spank my bottom? Percy already gave me a flogging, but I want a woman’s touch.”
“Well of course, my dear Prissy. Would you like me to use an implement, or is my hand what you are requiring?”
“Actually, I would like you to sit right here on the chaise longue. I will lie over your lap, and I would like you to spank me with your bare hand.”
Poppea patted her lap. “As you wish, my dear.”
Prissy’s nipples hardened and her cunt throbbed as she lay across Poppea’s firm thighs.
Poppea gently stroked her arse cheeks. “Has my Prissy been a bad girl today? Has she been naughty?”
Smack! Poppea’s palm came down on Prissy’s arse.
“Oh, Poppea, just like that. I fear I’ve been a naughty, naughty girl.”
“Then you shall be punished.”
The sting permeated through Prissy’s body, changing into pleasure that tingled from the tips of her fingers to the tips of her toes.
“More, more, Poppea!”
Five more smacks, and Prissy was near another climax. She maneuvered her fingers underneath her, found her clitoris, and began rubbing the moist bud.
“Touching yourself?” Poppea smirked. “That is a no-no, my dear. You need more punishment.”
Oh, yes, more punishment. Just what she needed. She smiled into the chaise longue. “Yes, yes, I’ve been a very bad girl, Poppea.”
“Then you need to be spanked.”
One more smack, and Prissy shattered against Poppea’s thighs.
“Yes, yes, dear Prissy, come for me.” Poppea smacked her again. “Come all over me.”
When Prissy had recovered from her climax, she sat up, her bum sore. “Thank you, Poppea dear. I needed that badly. Such a superb spanking.” She leaned forward and pressed her lips to Poppea’s.
Poppea returned the kiss, their tongues tangling and dueling. Such lovely lips Poppea had. They eased back, giving each other soft pecks.
Poppea was splendid to kiss, and Prissy’s pussy began moistening once more.
When they finally broke the kiss, Prissy looked into Poppea’s radiant blue eyes. “Well, my dear, I see our frolic has only just begun.” Prissy leaned back on the chaise longue and spread her legs. “And now, Poppea, if you don’t mind, there’s nothing I like better after a spanking than a good gamahuching.”
Act II
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Sophie splashed cold water over her face from the basin in the ladies’ dressing room at the theatre. She had just ended her third day of grueling rehearsal, along with two evening voice lessons with Dame Helga. Tonight, after a quick supper here at the theatre that Cook had packed her this morning, she was to have her first private instruction with Zach.
Yet another reason existed for the cold splashing of water. Sophie couldn’t get the erotic story of Lord and Lady Peacock and their house party out of her mind. Clearly, the reason Ally had given it to her was to show her that some people enjoyed spanking play as part of their sexual experience. Perhaps Ally wanted her to think it was normal. But was it also normal to frolic and have relations with people other than one’s own spouse? If it was all done with each other’s consent, perhaps it was normal. What was normal, anyway? Normal for one person might be completely abnormal for another. Lord, the philosophy alone was enough to boggle one’s mind.