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she’d pictured it. She began to feel she’d been a fool not to let him know that she’d wanted him. But perhaps he was committed to Sophie. Perhaps he wouldn’t be interested in anyone but the maid. They were clearly lovers. Gael knew she’d been a fool to think he was a virgin and even more so to think he was available to her.
    He spanked Sophie’s bottom again. Particularly well-rounded, it bounced as he struck it with the flat of hishand, making sure that the tips of his fingers just caught the hairy fringes of her vulva. Through a mass of ginger hair, the lips had risen plumply, more rosy than the pale pink of her thighs.
    The purse of flesh between Gael’s own legs was more than moist inside. Her legs were trembling violently, half with the fear of being caught, and half with anticipation of Flanders’ next move.
    He stood the housemaid on her feet. He picked up his shorts and drew the belt out slowly.
    Sophie yelped as he thwacked it into his palm. ‘Don’t you dare touch me with that, you brute.’ She turned to flee but he tackled her to the ground, sat astride her and forced her arms above her head.
    She wriggled under him, his phallus between her breasts, the helmet of it swollen as he thrust up. He tied her wrists together and, with apparently little effort, hoisted Sophie up and hooked the belt to a tree branch above. Springing on the balls of her feet, her breasts were taut, her armpits deeply hollowed by their tension.
    She wriggled hard but Gael could see that her eyes were lit up with fun. When Flanders found a slender, whippy branch, they lit up even more. But she spat, ‘And you can drop that, you brute. I shan’t grovel if you whip me.’
    He grinned, flashing perfect teeth. ‘You know how much you like to be whipped, Mrs Sones.’ He thwacked the switch into his palm. ‘You’ll beg me to fuck you or I’ll leave you hanging here all night.’ As he laughed, his phallus wagged to the movements of his belly. His testicles swung freely.
    ‘You wouldn’t dare leave me here,’ she pouted.
    ‘Try me.’ He brought the switch down on her bottom, making her arch and thrust her breasts out more. The teats were hard, erupting from dark rings. They were the nipples of a nursing mother. So, Gael thought, she wasn’t such an innocent after all. Was she having the gardener on the side while her husband stayed at home?
    Flanders swiped Sophie’s bottom and made her yelp. He spread her legs and drew the switch between them very slowly, making her writhe at every little touch.
    Gael put her hand inside her skirt. It found her open crevice as she crouched. As her finger slipped into her moistness, she wondered what it would feel like to be hung up naked and so helpless. Something in being tied and unable to resist the ministrations of a man had always made her horny.
    As Flanders whisked the switch between Sophie’s legs, Gael, breathing heavily, began to work her dildo, squatting lower to open herself up wide.
    Flanders walked around his prize, chastising her lightly with the switch, bringing lines of colour to her skin. She glared at him defiantly until he put his hand between her legs and began, slowly, to rub her. Then she started to moan, and wriggled on his hand.
    He nipped her neck.
    She yelped and tried to nip him in return, but was too securely tied. He was her master – she his slave.
    Gael wondered what he’d do with the girl. She could see the wetness on his hand as he drew it between her legs. And little beads of milk were rising from her nipples. He sucked them, making her set her head right back. Panting deeply, she thrust a nipple deeper into his mouth.
    He bit her neck and skimmed her nubbin with his finger. Sophie began to quiver and set her legs apart to give him unrestricted access.
    Now he raked her body with his fingers, drawing them down her flanks, from the hollows of her armpits to her thighs. ‘Beg,’ he whispered. ‘Beg and I’ll give you this.’ He stroked his shaft