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Divertimenti (1/2)

Part One (FFF, Light BDSM, Span, D/s, hum, nc?)

By Hecate (hecate@newsguy.com)


As the music played, I tried to make my legs do 
everything that was required of them, but I knew
it was useless. I was nineteen, twenty in a couple of 
months, and I had only really taken up this course to 
keep my figure trim. The constant small details 
insisted on by my tutor were impossible for me to do.  
My heart wasn't really in it. Maybe if I'd had the 
little girl's dream of being a ballerina ...

But, I didn't.  I had a good upbringing, if a bit 
loveless, and was rather pampered.  I almost always got 
what I wanted.  So I fell into the "keep your body nice 
and maybe a rich man will marry you and pamper you 
instead" frame-of-mind.  I thought ballet classes would 
be a more interesting way of keeping supple and lithe.  
I hated gyms anyway - too much like hard work.

The class mistress, Claire Stephenson, was an 
attractive woman of twenty-eight, and an excellent 
teacher.  I found her very strict though, and once or 
twice I felt she had almost slapped me for messing up a 
routine.  After each time I found myself daydreaming 
about what would have happened if she had struck me.  
For the first time in my life I found that I was 
attracted to a woman, and, strangely, because she had 
almost been about to hit me.

My dreams began to include a ballet session where she 
caned my bottom every time I did something wrong.  
Oddly, I felt a warm, sexual feeling whenever this 
happened. Several times I woke from my dream to find my 
hand stroking my pussy and had to masturbate to relieve 
the sexual urge that I felt.

It was only because of my father's money that I was 
able to have the tuition. He had her brought in to 
tutor me personally after I had suggested it.  I was 
beginning to think it was a bad idea!

At last, she stopped the music and dismissed the 
pianist, Crystal, who was also my maid.  She and I were 
alone in the large room in which my father had fitted 
the mirror and handrail.

She said that I knew that I would never be a ballet 
dancer, and I apologized, saying that I really did it 
for the muscle exercises.  She sighed hopelessly, and 
sat down on a small stool.  She said angrily that my 
father was wasting his money.


"I think you are a rather naughty girl," Miss Claire 
told me with a long sigh, "you waste precious time and 
money". I blushed as the teacher chided me.

"If you want exercises to build muscles, take up 
gymnastics", she said. "You have a very shapely body, 
Susannah, and you need ballet exercises to keep it that 
way. Or are you thinking of entering a Miss Musclebound 
contest?" she said, sharply.

I think she enjoyed needling me. She was certainly 
pleased with the fee my father gave her, but I think 
that it vexed her to see me 'murdering' her ballet 
steps.  As I walked past her, she slapped my butt 
though the tight material of the black leotard, and I 
stopped in my tracks -- a thrill of strange beautiful 
delight went through my whole body!

It was a spontaneous reaction, and one that I had never 
felt in my life before.  Like my dreams, I found I 
almost welcomed it.  I looked down at her in amazement; 
she had not struck my bottom very hard, but I found 
myself wishing that she had ...

"Why ... why did you do that?" I asked in a trembling 
voice.

"Perhaps I thought you deserved it," her white, even 
teeth showed in a smile.

"Perhaps if you did it more often, I would improve." I 
said.

I felt my face burning a deep red.  She studied me with 
a quizzical expression on her face.  She certainly was 
a very attractive woman, and I felt a warm glow filling 
my tummy as I stood a couple of feet away and looked 
down almost adoringly to where she sat.

She reached out both hands and pulled me to stand 
immediately before her. Her fingers ran slowly up the 
backs of my shapely thighs, small tingling thrills 
following in the wake of her gentle hands. The fine 
hairs on my legs stood on end as she slowly caressed 
them.  Then she was resting them on my buttocks. She 
squeezed softly and purposefully.  I had never had this 
happen to me before, and on the surface I had never 
thought of it -- but standing there like that, her 
hands reaching up from the seated position gently 
fusing eroticism into my behind, made me go into a 
trembling heated reaction.

"So," she whispered softly, "the spoilt little girl 
likes her bottom smacked, does she?"

"I-I don't know," I choked out in confusion.

"Then let's find out, shall we?" she said, smiling like 
a Cheshire cat.

I stood, blinking back the sensations filling my whole 
being. Her hand raised and spanked each buttock, and a 
shudder went through me, all the way down to my crotch. 
I felt my cunny moisten.
Then she stood up and faced me, her hand under my chin.

"Well?" she asked in that soft demanding whisper.

"Y-yes, I think so," I said, feeling miserable at 
having to admit it.

"I'm very pleased," said Claire, "because that means I 
can condition you ... do you know what I mean?"  I 
shook my head in bewilderment.

"It means, my darling Susannah, that I can get you in a 
very responsive mood simply by spanking you. And you do 
have a very nice, delightful bottom, one that should 
look very nice over my knee - with the panties down, of 
course, right down -- and one that I can make nice and 
warm.  Would you like that?"

"I don't know."  I was trembling like a leaf, and my 
voice betrayed my deeply sensitive reaction.

"Shall we progress the idea then?"

"If ... if you want to" I choked out.

"Excellent, we have two hours left today; that should 
prove all that I want to know".  

She told me to go and lock the door. With my body 
tingling all over, I did as she instructed. My mouth 
was dry, but my body was melting in a strangely 
gratifying reaction to her.

In the room we had a high stool, a chair and a low 
stool; together with the piano and the pianist's
stool.  Claire sat in the chair and beckoned me to her.

"Would you like to kiss me?" she asked softly.

I started to answer her, but she pulled me down to 
where she sat and our mouths joined. It was the most 
marvellous thing that had ever happened to me! I was 
learning more and more about inner self.

I moaned as her mouth forced mine open, then her tongue 
was teaching me more things about another woman's love 
than I thought possible.  She thrust her tongue into my 
mouth, and I was soon in a state of delicious arousal 
...

"Susannah, take your clothes off," she commanded. Her 
voice was coolly dominant, and was toned so that she 
would countenance no argument.

As she smiled, her attractive face watching me, I 
gradually peeled down the leotards.  As I reached my 
groin, and the material stretched against my pussy, I 
saw, and felt, how wet I was.  I had no doubt that she 
could see the same thing. I finished removing the 
leotard and stood naked before her.  I felt slightly 
ashamed to be exposed like this. She slapped my hands 
away from my throbbing pussy, and then, holding my 
hands in her own, made me lift my arms forward from my 
body.

Her eyes studied the full swell of my bosom, my nipples 
standing proud, and then she was studying the full bush 
of almost blonde pubic hair.

"Right, turn around," she told me.  Awkwardly, I turned 
my back on her to show her my curvy bum.

"Very nice.  Very, very nice," she purred.  Her hands 
stroked the voluptuous soft flesh of my buttocks. I was 
still very confused, but not frightened -- my way of 
thinking had suddenly undergone a complete shift.

I stood statue-still as Claire's hands felt and 
squeezed my backside.  Inside, I trembled as a 
delicious thrill coursed through my body, and my head 
swam with feelings of warmth and desire.

"Do you know my darling, I could get you to do anything 
I wanted, couldn't I?" she told me.

Frissons of passion were streaming through my whole 
body. Sheer pleasure waves eddied up and down my tummy. 
I could feel my pussy moistening even more.

"Just by making you love what I did; and then ...by 
refusing to arouse you. You would have to be obedient 
to get me to make you happy -- isn't that right?"

"Yesss, yesssss Claire, you could make me do anything 
you wanted."

I shuddered happily as her fingertips stroked between 
my cheeks.  I was trembling freely. Not from fear, but 
from sweet pleasure as, from behind, she stroked the 
soft lips of my cunny.  My lips were swelling, as the 
blood seemed to rush between my legs, and my wetness, 
which she must have felt, seemed to be becoming a 
torrent.

"I may not be able to teach you to dance, but I'll 
wager that I could get those legs of yours dancing to a 
very painful tune as I spanked your bottom -- like 
this!"

Her hand spanked down onto each of my soft butt cheeks. 
Again, peculiar, thrilling, heat filled my behind, and 
I found myself being transformed into a horny slut, who 
would do anything she said.

"Would you like to go over my knees?" she asked softly.

"Yesss. Oooh, yes please" I husked.

She eased me right over her lap, my head well down to 
one side and my thighs straight out behind me on the 
other.  Her hands smoothed over the silky cheeks of my 
rear, and as she stroked, I felt my pussy lips tingling 
with a desire to be fondled. Then she started 
thrilling, masochistic, tremors searing into me as she 
spanked the cheeks hard and regularly.  It was almost a 
ritual as she smacked first one cheek and then the 
other. As her hand slapped hard and regularly, so she 
built up inside my body an adoring state of worship for 
her. My pussy was fully aroused by the painful heat, 
and I felt really wet.  Too much more of this and I 
thought I would climax.  I would have never believed 
that possible before now.

Soon my legs were kicking about as my bottom wriggled 
in furious response to her punishment.
After countless number of spanks I was a burning mass 
of crimson butt cheeks. My buttocks were hot and pain-
filled, but the pain and heat seemed to fuse right into 
my body to caress my pussy, and fan an erotic ecstasy.

I had not cried out, but had gasped and moaned as the 
wetness flowed inside my sex hole. I was soaking down 
there, and when she stood me before her, my flushed 
face and glistening pussy told her how much I had 
enjoyed the thrilling humiliation and degradation that 
she had made me suffer.

"I'm not normally due until two days time. Would you 
like me to come back sooner?" she asked with a cynical 
smile on her face.

"Oh, yes! Please, please, Miss Claire?" I said 
tearfully.  I was dying to orgasm, but did not want her 
to change her mind.  I was desperate for her to come 
back -- and to keep coming back.

"Tomorrow?" she teased.

"Yes, that would be marvellous," I agreed. "I might let 
you dance naked for Crystal -- how does that suit you?" 
Claire leered.  My expression told her that I would 
prefer not.  What I did not know was that she and 
Crystal already 'knew' each other, and that Claire had 
other plans.

"It depends on you. But, Susannah -- I want absolutely 
to have you in a state of full co-operation and 
obedience, do you understand?"

I assured her that I did. Her mouth kissed mine very 
deeply, her tongue playing with mine, and I was 
desperate for it not to stop.  But I wanted her to come 
tomorrow, so I did not beg, as I would have done, for 
her to stay.

That night I masturbated, again and again. It was not 
until I had brought myself to a complete and thorough 
climax that I was able to get to sleep.

My dreams were terribly erotic.  I imagined myself in 
all sorts of positions with Claire, at her feet licking 
her pussy, bent over the stool as she thoroughly 
thrashed my bottom, and more ... I was so tired I slept 
right through until the following midday.

I had a cold shower to wake myself up, and then I 
powdered myself as I studied the shapely rounded bum 
cheeks in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. I was surprised 
that the redness had disappeared; obviously, her 
punishment was not as severe as I had thought and felt 
it was.  I dressed in a simple bikini, and then covered 
my torso with a dressing robe.

At two-thirty she arrived looking, as ever, ravishing. 
Instead of her usual blouse and skirt, she was dressed 
in a knee-length black dress that complemented her hair 
and complexion.  It was silky and shiny, and had a 
fairly low-cut v-neck. I looked at her, and the soft, 
smooth tops of her breasts, and thought that she looked 
good enough to eat ... and then blushed at that 
thought!

My father was not coming home that evening, and I told 
her so.

"You want me to stay all evening?" she asked, 
surprised.

"Yes, yes, please Miss Claire!" I told her pleadingly.

"Oh, I don't know Susannah, that's a tall order." she 
said, frowning.

"Please I'll do anything, I swear," I blushed 
uncontrollably.

She told me to take her to my bedroom.  My personal 
maid had cleaned it up so that it was fresh. I stood 
there as she went to the wardrobe and looked through my 
large selection of clothes.

"Do you ride a lot?" she asked, as she handled my 
riding gear.

"Twice a week," I told her. "I enjoy the freedom of 
being on horseback".

"And the orgasms while your crotch presses into the 
saddle, no doubt," she said.  I reddened.

She reached down and produced the riding crop. It was a 
thin leather switch. She swished it through the air, 
and as it whistled, I blinked back the trembling 
thrills as small waves of heat rippled through me.

"How would you like that across your buttocks, 
Susannah?" she smiled somewhat cruelly.

"It would hurt awfully," I said softly, my voice muted 
by the strange tightness constricting my throat.

"I know it would.  How would you like it across your 
bare arse?" she demanded.

"I ... I don't know," I shrugged my shoulders trying 
not to reveal the terrible anguish of masochism 
attacking my system.

"Do you think I could make you actually beg for it?" 
she speculated, her eyes shining.

"I think that you could do anything to or with me that 
you wanted to do.  I don't think that I could deny you 
anything." I said hoarsely.  Even my voice trembled as 
I stared at her, hungrily.

"We shall have to see," she said, slowly and 
meaningfully.

She laid down the crop on the large bed, and then stood 
immediately before me. She told me to place my arms 
around her neck, and I obeyed happily.

As her lips kissed mine, and our tongues met, I felt 
the sexual responses build up inside me. Our bodies 
pressed together, and I could feel her soft, warm 
breasts pressing into mine.  Her hands went under the 
dressing robe, slithering sensually down my back, 
arousing even my skin, till she was pushing them 
beneath the bikini briefs.

Her cold fingers spread out over the full curve of my 
bum and I felt the excitement building up inside me yet 
again, as thrilling sensations of pleasure throbbed 
through my body. She played a while with my fleshy 
globes, squeezing and caressing. Then her hand came 
around to the front, and she began stroking me. I felt 
her playing with the bushy pubic hair, and then she 
dipped straight between my legs, the gusset part of my 
bikini briefs pressing her hand hard into my cunny.

She stroked and tickled my clitoris until it was hard 
and throbbing.  She held my clitoris between two 
fingers, and gently flicked with her thumb. My cunny 
was soaking, and my labia were engorged. Then she broke 
off the kiss, still thumbing my clitoris, and looked me 
in the eyes ...

"How would you like me to ass-whip you -- with the 
riding crop?" her soft whispering voice asked.

"Anything you like, Miss Claire, anything..." I was 
moaning and gasping again, and my crotch was pushed 
towards her in eager acceptance of her softly teasing 
and caressing fingers.

She smiled lightly. I felt two fingertips dip into my 
wet vagina, and she opened me by parting the fingers 
slightly.  Her thumb was still caressing my love bud as 
her fingers moved slowly round and round my cunny lips.

I tightened my arms round her neck automatically as my 
head went back in exhilarating response to the 
terrible, sweet agony of passion that she had aroused 
in my pussy.

"Where are my fingers, Susannah?" she asked softly.

"On ... on my ... cunny," I choked.

"They are playing with your randy little cunt!" she 
corrected.

"Yes ... yes, Miss Claire ... they ... are ...playing 
with my randy little cunt."

I repeated the words slowly, having trouble with my 
voice as she drove my craving higher.  Already, I could 
barely focus my eyes.  She stroked some more, making my 
body hot and delirious with sexuality, my defences 
broken.

"Where are they now?" she demanded.

"They are inside my cunt -- right inside me. God, that 
feels so goooood," I moaned.  Her fingers slid easily 
into me, as I was so wet.  My pussy was grasping them, 
and pulsing with desire.  I felt the wetness on my 
inner thighs as I began to flood with juice.

"Has your maid ever done this?" she wanted to know.

"Crystal? No, of course not," I moaned helplessly.

"Then you should make her," Claire said brutally.

"I have never given her a thought. I want only you," I 
assured her.

"Supposing I told you that I wanted you to let her 
strip you? Suppose I told you that I wanted to have her 
in here -- whilst I made you bend over -- and let her 
see your arse being punished?  What then?"

I opened my eyes and stared.

"Oh no, please, please, that would be too shameful!" I 
told her.  How could I have an au- pair-come-maid 
seeing me like this?

To my dismay and terrible anguish, Claire slithered her 
clever fingers out of my quim. The throbbing ache was 
awful without her to excite and direct my sexuality.

"Please don't stop.  Please, I beg you!" I gasped in 
confused bewilderment.

She said that there was no point in going on, as I was 
obviously not prepared to do "anything", as I had said.

I sat down on the bed and buried my face in my hands. I 
was not crying, but I did feel terrible at the 
seemingly impossible alternative that she had required.

I didn't think I could be happy without the shapely 
Claire now, not now that she meant more to me than 
anyone else that I knew.  I said that Crystal would 
tell, and would make me a laughing stock, but Claire 
said that she didn't think so. I didn't know, of 
course, that Crystal already knew. Her leaving the 
ballet room before anything had happened had been 
planned, as was this.

"Personally, I like the idea of her coming in and 
watching you in a state of worship to me.  It would be 
wonderful to have your proud body in a state of 
degrading humiliation and genuflection" she said, 
without trying to disguise the pleasure that she felt 
in wanting to see me in such circumstances before 
Crystal.

I stared at her, dumbstruck, as she put on her coat in 
preparation for leaving.  She said that she would write 
to my father and tell him that she could teach me 
nothing more.

"Claire, NO!!" I shrieked as she reached the door. 
"Please, please don't leave me!"

"I think this is the best way, Susannah. You can find 
plenty of people who would be pleased to warm your 
buttocks and look after your sexual needs!" she said 
cruelly.

"Please don't, Claire! I'll ... I'll do whatever you 
say," I pleaded. I had surrendered completely and 
irrevocably.

"Will you now -- like asking Crystal to take your 
briefs down? And asking Crystal if you can treat her 
like a Mistress; asking Crystal to tan your bare ass -- 
all that?"

Claire looked stern as she exacted her price, but I 
could see a glint of excitement in her eyes.

I nodded miserably, and capitulated.  "So long as you 
stay," I sobbed softly.

"Good, then take that robe off," she directed. "And 
from now own you will address me as Miss, or
Mistress!"

"Yes, Miss." I murmured, humbly.

I slipped the robe from my shoulders, and stood only in 
bra and bikini briefs. She made me lower the straps of 
the bra so that only the cups were holding up the 
skimpy garment. Most of my high tilted breasts were 
revealed now.

"Now wait there!" she told me in a very snappy tone.

She left the room, and I sat on the dressing table 
stool in a complete turmoil.

When she returned, she had the twenty-three year old 
Crystal with her.

Crystal was very good looking, with thick red hair, and 
quite tall.  Now I viewed her with different eyes.  I 
was trembling deep inside as Crystal entered the room, 
a small vixenish smile playing on her lips.  She looked 
me over appraisingly, and smiled wider when she saw 
that I was almost naked. Without a word, she came to 
where I sat.

"On your feet, Susannah," she said domineeringly. I saw 
the smile broaden on Claire's face as she watched my 
acute discomfort.  Without a word, Crystal pulled the 
front of my bra down, and my thrusting breasts sprang 
free.

My natural reaction was to cover my shapely globes, but 
a look from Claire stopped me. Crystal's hands came up 
and covered my breasts as she squeezed them, the 
nipples throbbing into full erect knobs of hard flesh.  
I stood demurely as she pinched the nipples hard, 
twisting them until I grimaced.  Despite that, I felt a 
lusty, sexual heat as she lorded it over me.

"Put your hands up," Crystal told me.

I reached up, and she took the impeding brassiere right 
off my body.

"Now put your hands on your head" she ordered.

My breasts pulled up into relief as my arms reached up 
to rest on my crown, then Crystal sat down before me.

"Ask me -- very nicely, so that I do not get angry with 
you -- to take your panties down" smirked
Crystal, as she further humiliated me.

I looked imploringly at Claire, and she nodded with a 
smile on her generous lips.

I managed to get the words out: "Please, Crystal," my 
voice was just a whisper, "please take my panties 
down".

Crystal reached over and stroked one finger up and down 
the front my sheer briefs.  I shuddered at the 
pulsating of my clitoris as she stroked me.

"Still sure about that, slut?" she inquired.

"Yes. Yes!" I implored.

Wet your panties, haven't you?  They're all soaked with 
your juices.  That's naughty, isn't it?" she purred.

"Yes. Please take them off Crystal," I begged.

"Call me Chrys," she said. "But, remember - you do as I 
say."

I closed my eyes as I felt the waistband slowly 
slipping down over my smooth tummy.  It stroked across 
the thatch of my pubic hair, and was then at my knees.

I felt Crystal's knuckle stroking the thatch of hair, 
and small ripples of pleasure swept into my
quim and tummy. Her knuckle was teasing the apex of my 
cunny lips, and my clitoris started to throb in 
reaction.  I blushed furiously in my shame at having to 
let her do this to me, feeling awful that I had to let 
her do as she pleased.

Involuntarily, I parted my thighs. Soon she was deftly, 
vigorously, stroking the full-lipped region of my cunt. 
As two fingers prised the lips open, her middle finger 
stroked easily across the pink inner surface, making my 
juices run in flooding rivulets.

She thrust one finger into me, and within a very short 
space of time, I was once again thrusting my cunt 
forward towards the seated au pair girl. She was very 
adept, and I was soon responding freely and happily to 
her ministrations of my cunt. Two fingers slowly pushed 
in and out of my pussy, and I writhed and wriggled to 
the tune she played.

"Now, how about a little punishment on your arse?" 
Crystal commanded.

"Yesss please ... please. I want it. I'll bend over and 
beg for it" I assured her.

She took her fingers away, and again I was left in a 
state of impassioned sexual hunger.

"Bend over the bed!" barked Crystal and I meekly 
obeyed.

"Open your legs wide!" she snapped.  I spread my knees 
as far apart as they could go, and she told me to keep 
my head right down.

"Now get your ass thrusting up higher ... that's 
better," She grinned.

Then they left me like that for a while; my head well 
down, my back arched, and my butt thrusting high with 
my quim fully exhibited.

Then Claire ordered: "Stroke yourself, so that we can 
watch".

I felt humiliated, but couldn't any longer resist. 
Claire and Crystal stood there, watching intently. Bent 
over, wide-legged and totally exposed, I caressed my 
open pussy.

Into my vision came Crystal; she was naked as I. She 
placed herself at my head and gripped my hair, then 
pulled my face right down onto her own widely parted 
crotch.

"Lick ... bitch!" she snapped.

I knew that Claire was standing behind me.  She pulled 
my hands away from my pussy and pushed them onto Chrys' 
breasts. I felt the riding crop resting across the full 
stretch of my backside.

Then as she lifted it away, Crystal pulled my head down 
onto her wet, glistening cunt lips.  I opened my mouth 
and tasted the full length of her cunt. I thrust my 
tongue about just as the crop bit down hard and fierce 
in painful contact with my arse. I screamed, but it was 
muffled by the soft lips of the cunt thrusting into my 
mouth.

Pain, sweet agonizing pain, filled the whole of my arse 
as the crop rose and fell mercilessly on my cheeks.

I wriggled and squirmed furiously while my tongue was 
frenziedly licking Crystal's sweet-tasting cunt flesh.  
I carefully licked her outer lips, and then her 
clitoris.  She insisted that I push my tongue inside 
her, and I moved one hand down to push open her lips, 
while the other continued to fondle her breasts and her 
flint-hard nipples.  I opened my mouth wide and began 
to dip my tongue into her sweet honey-pot, further each 
time.

It went on for some while -- all the time, my head was 
held tightly against the hot crotch of the au pair 
girl.

I felt my mouth filling with hot, sweet wetness, and I 
licked and swallowed the copious flow as my own 
tingling cunt responded to the hard pain of the whippy 
crop. Gradually, her hips began to move against my 
face, smearing me with her hot, sticky juices.  All I 
could taste or see or smell was her.  As she approached 
her climax, I moved my mouth to her clitoris, sucking 
on it and flicking it with my tongue.  As I used my 
right hand to piston two fingers in and out of her 
pussy, she began to come.  I created a vacuum with my 
mouth over her throbbing clit, and sucked and stroked 
her clit hard with my tongue. She bucked against me, 
screaming as she came, and then came twice more.

Then Crystal moved away from me, leaving me to scream 
and shriek as angry, hot lines striped my ass.

As my butt got hotter and hotter, Crystal thrust her 
finger into my cunt, her thumb stroking my clit.  I 
came as I had never come before, collapsing on the bed, 
my juices flooding out of me.

I heard Claire talking to Crystal and calling her 
"Chrys", which I knew she preferred, while Chrys kept 
calling Claire, "Miss".  I began to realize that I had 
been "set up" by Claire was obviously already a 
"friend" of Chrys's.

Later that evening, I discovered that just being 
spanked could make me come, and that I loved nothing 
more than to eat out my new Mistress, Miss 
Claire.........


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