Family Matters Ch. 17 - Sex Stories

Family Matters Ch. 17

... stairs to a carpeted hallway and a closed door. Faith wondered what she was in for on the other side.

He knocked, and Mr. Kent clad in a silk robe opened the door. The groom passed the leash to him and left; her master led her inside where the young man, entirely nude, stood beside a large canopied bed. He was holding a curious sort of whip with many thin cords. Faith saw another like it on the bed.

Mr. Kent removed his robe and the two men suspended her by her wrists from the ceiling. A distance from the walls of the large boudoir; plenty of room for a backswing. She grew warm and a little wet at the thought of being whipped by two men at once. Both were in superb physical form, that was apparent at a glance. Also growing erect.

But she must not stare; she looked quickly down at the floor.

Mr. Kent took up the second whip and stood behind her. The young man assumed his place in front.

He explained these whips were his own creation; several cords for efficiency, but without knots in them. The twine was rough to leave beautiful pink marks but did not tear the skin.

The two of them set to work at once. Faith screamed - she was not gagged, they smiled to hear their efforts appreciated, sometimes servants listened at the door - and within minutes she was reduced to helpless tears, too exhausted to make a sound other than sobbing.

That was enough for the two men. They put their whips down, Mr. Kent turned the lights off, and they got into bed fully aroused ...

... now. Faith heard them grunting and sighing until weariness overcame her and she slept, still hanging by her hands, until morning.

When she woke she was alone. She heard the door open; the groom entered, accompanied by the young girl of yesterday covered with red stripes from her shoulders to her knees.

Faith could not help thinking it was a good lesson for the new servant, and it made her more attractive. But she kept that to herself as she was lowered, leashed, and taken out to the barn.

The girl brought a dish of feed - more generous than yesterday, a reward perhaps - and she took her breakfast under their eyes.

Afterwards the groom harnessed her and she pulled the chaise to the front entrance. Mr. Kent and the young man arrived shortly after and she returned them to the school.

She hoped to see the young man and his whips again. They were novel, unbearable at the time but just what she needed. And from the two men's comments overheard behind her they liked her appearance, though perhaps the lacerations could have been more closely spaced...

In the next few months she got her wish; Mr. Kent was obviously enamored of the youth. The second time he brought a new pair of whips, also of his own design. Each consisted of a single cord, thicker than the earlier ones but with the same rough surface.

It offered greater precision than the multi-corded variety; the lines could be placed individually, and judging from her cries, their pitch and volume, the user could ...