Discipline of the Private House (14 page)

'Well, Nicole?' Master Robert said.

Olena gasped as his voice brought her to her senses. She wanted suddenly to close her legs, but dared not.

Nicole was judiciously cautious. 'Her labia are parted, that's certain. And they look rather swollen. Ah! There, I can see she's wet. In fact, I think she's almost dripping.'

'Let me see,' Master Robert said. 'Make your fingers wet with her juices.'

Olena couldn't hold back her sobs now. She felt the sting of tears in her eyes.

'It's all right, Olena,' Barat said. 'I know you must be unaware of any wrongdoing; you are not responsible for the responses of your body. But don't be alarmed by them. Master Robert is an expert in these matters.'

Barat has no idea, Olena thought; I know these things only too well. I'm crying because I'm about to be exposed as wicked and filthy.

Nicole's fingers touched her. It was the merest brush against the damp membranes that she had on a few recent occasions explored cautiously herself, but it felt like an invasion of the centre of her being. She cried out, but kept her legs apart and her arms behind her back. Until that moment only Olena herself had touched that mysterious, fleshy, slippery crevice; now, as she recovered from the shock, she was appalled to find herself wishing that Nicole would touch her there again. Perhaps Barat would touch her; that would be heavenly.

'She's obviously wet,' Master Robert said. He was inspecting Nicole's proffered hand. 'Incontrovertible evidence of sexual arousal.'

'If you say so, Master Robert,' Barat said. 'But is it not possible that this is a purely physical response? That it indicates no sinful thought or intention?'

Master Robert snorted. 'Why, Barat, surely you must see that this test proves absolutely that the sexual urges are entirely Olena's? Until Nicole gathered the final evidence a moment ago Olena had not been touched. "Purely physical" is the one thing these reactions cannot be. No, Olena has excited herself; her own desires are to blame.'

So, Olena thought, I am discovered. Without even knowing it, I have become a cesspit of lewd thoughts. Barat must be revolted. I'll never see him again. He'll have to make a report to the elders. What will they then say to my parents? This will break their hearts. I can never go home again.

She started sobbing again, and felt hot tears roll down her face.

Barat was beside her. 'Don't be afraid,' he said. 'I believe in you. I know you are innocent at heart. I won't desert you. I will stay with you, however long you need to stay in the Chateau and whatever Master Robert's tests reveal about you. I promise.'

Olena looked at him with brimming eyes. She caught her breath and managed to smile at him. As long as Barat was with her she would be able to cope with anything. She knew she could trust him.

Barat turned to Master Robert. 'I know very little about these matters,' he said, 'but I would have thought that a woman of Olena's age would naturally be prey to certain, um, bodily desires. From time to time. The question, surely, is whether Olena can be educated to suppress such urges.'

'You may be right,' Master Robert admitted. 'What, then, do you propose?'

Barat's voice seemed tight and high-pitched. 'Discipline,' he said. 'If we discipline her, and her arousal subsides, then it will be a simple matter thereafter to teach her the error of thinking lubricious thoughts.'

Master Robert chuckled. 'There is another possibility, of course,' he said. 'However, I agree that we should try the swift application of punishment, and then assess the result. Olena, would you please turn round and kneel on the seat of the chair?'

Olena turned and groped for the chair. As she lifted one knee and then the other on to the seat, she remembered how much she had been looking forward to the spanking that Barat had promised her. That prospect had produced in her secret place the same delightful sensations that Master Robert said were symptoms of sexual desire; how, she wondered, could rightful chastisement have the same effects as wicked, lewd thoughts? She guessed, with a recurrence of the sinking feeling inside her, that if they spanked her now the punishment would do nothing to banish the shameful wet evidence of her sinfulness.

'Remember to keep your legs apart,' Barat whispered to her.

As she moved her knees as far apart as the arms of the chair would permit, Master Robert added, 'And lean forwards so that your breasts rest on the back of the chair. Hands behind your back, as before.'

The chair had a low, softly upholstered back, and as Olena leant her ribcage against it she felt her bottom pushing backwards and opening. She was more exposed than ever now. Master Robert and Barat would be able to see her private parts - even the little hole that no one had ever seen before. And the worst of it was that, although she was close to weeping with embarrassment, she could not deny that the idea of showing off her most secret places was making her feel warmer and wetter than ever. Her breasts, too, were on display, bulging over the back of the chair. Her nipples were hard and tingling. She folded her arms in the small of her back and couldn't resist the impulse to push her bottom out a little further.

'Isabelle,' Master Robert said, 'stand behind the chair. Nicole, kneel in front of it.'

From the corner of her eye Olena saw him come to stand beside the chair. She looked up and met Isabelle's bright blue gaze. Isabelle smiled at her.

'We'll start with a spanking,' Master Robert said. 'Six smacks to start with; three on each buttock. Then you, Isabelle, will test Olena's nipples for erection and responsiveness, while you, Nicole, will test again for lubrication of the vagina.'

Olena waited. There was almost no warning of the first smack: a brief sense of sudden movement beside her, and then a loud report and a hard stinging pain on her right buttock. She gasped.

Isabelle was still smiling at her. The pain melted away immediately, leaving only the sensation of heat and the memory of the sting. It was a lovely feeling. And Barat was there, and even though he was not spanking her himself he was watching her bottom and could see her intimate parts. One of Olena's most improper fantasies was coming true, and it was even more wickedly pleasurable than she had imagined it.

The second smack landed on her left buttock. This one was a little harder; she felt the flesh quiver in the warming aftermath of the pain.

Olena moaned, and hoped that Master Robert would interpret the sound as complaint or distress.

Only four more, and then Isabelle and Nicole would touch the places that were already pulsing with a warm rhythm. Olena silently urged Master Robert on.

I am wanton, she told herself; utterly wicked. I deserve to be punished. I hope I will be punished enough.

The light that seeped through the cracks between the shutters was fading. Robert ordered Isabelle to bring another lamp, and before he resumed his work he considered the young woman whose bountiful curves were delineated in the yellow light.

Olena had been put to the chair four times during the afternoon. There had been intervals to allow her to rest, and to be more closely inspected by Nicole; there had been a longer interval during which they had all taken coffee and brioches.

During the first three punishments Olena had been spanked: thirty smacks from Robert, then another thirty-six, and then twenty-four from Barat who, Master Robert had to admit, was playing his part with a subtlety that had to be admired. The admonishments with which Barat had punctuated his spanking seemed to have made Olena even more excited; Nicole reported that the young woman's juices were flowing so freely that drops of liquid were dripping on to the velvet seat of the chair.

After such a display of wantonness it had, of course, been clear to Robert and, after some feigned reluctance, to Barat too that Olena needed stricter discipline. So it had been decided that they would end the day's proceedings by caning her.

Olena had protested when she had seen the thin, flexible lath of hazel, but Robert had detected the gleam of excitement in her wide, dark eyes. She had mounted the chair, for the fourth time that afternoon, with barely disguised enthusiasm.

He had delivered eight strokes; there would be four more.

Robert flexed the cane in his hands. He tried to recall whether he had ever had the pleasure of chastising a woman as sensually provocative as Olena.

Her body was, of course, a delight to look upon. It seemed almost impossible that such a slender frame could support breasts and buttocks so generously rounded. Her skin was uniformly the colour of white coffee and was without a flaw; this perfection served only to emphasise the dark pink blush that suffused the two soft spheres of her buttocks and the eight thin, parallel stripes that marked them. Robert was sure that her breasts, which were as round and clearly as firm as her buttocks, would colour and mark as prettily; but, he told himself, there was no need to hurry. He had already concluded that Olena could be induced to take pleasure in every form of punishment, no matter how extreme or humiliating.

And Barat could be relied on to accompany her on that journey into depravity. He would be at her side at all times, reminding her of her wickedness, advising her to submit to further chastisement for her own good, and reassuring her that the staff of the Chateau would always know what was best for her.

Four more strokes. Robert tried to retain his professional detachment as Olena dreamily wiggled the two perfect globes he was about to strike. He would place one stripe low down on each cheek, he thought, where the top of the thigh joined the innermost curve of the buttock. The final two he would deliver vertically, one on each side of the valley between her buttocks; it had become clear that she was particularly embarrassed about revealing her arsehole so it would mortify her and therefore no doubt excite her were he to remind her in the most punitive way that her little hole was visible - and unprotected.

Robert saw the door opening. The Chatelaine entered the room. Robert experienced a wave of guilt: he had hardly spared a thought for his mistress all afternoon, so enchanted had he been by the innocent sexuality of Olena.

The Chatelaine put a finger to her lips as she approached the chair on which Olena was kneeling and around which Robert, Barat, Isabelle and Nicole were gathered. As she drew near she gestured for Robert to continue.

'How many more strokes are you to receive, Olena?' Robert asked.

Olena tossed her head once, slowly. Her eyes were closed. She was still in the trancelike state of near-ecstasy she had entered almost as soon as the first spanking had begun. 'Four more,' she said. 'But then I expect I'll deserve some more.'

'Push your bottom right out,' Robert said.

'More than that, Olena,' Barat added. 'Remember that we suspect that you have started to take an improper pride in your body. It is important that you feel the shame of displaying yourself.'

Olena sighed, and curved her spine inwards and bent her knees more until her buttocks were as taut and round as coffee-coloured balloons and the valley between them was completely revealed. Robert concluded that he had never seen an arse so fitted for the whip; he whisked the cane down hard.

The final two strokes made Olena mewl like a kitten. Robert saw that the Chatelaine's eyes were fixed on Olena, sparkling as Olena writhed on the chair.

The inspections carried out by Isabelle and Nicole revealed that despite the application of four separate punishments, Olena was still producing fluid evidence of lecherous thoughts. Barat professed himself disappointed and mystified. Olena drowsily promised that she would do her very best to be good in future, and it was decided that she would be tested again the next day.

'Remain where you are on the chair, Olena,' Robert said. 'Displaying the marks of the cane is part of the punishment. And Nicole will examine you from time to time until we are satisfied that there is no more to be done today.'

With that he obeyed the Chatelaine's wordless summons and followed her to the doorway.

'I get the impression that we have indeed found a rare jewel,' the Chatelaine whispered. 'What is your impression, Robert?'

He kept his voice as low as hers. 'You are quite right, of course, madame,' he said. 'If she is as tractable as she appears, I think it will be possible to train her to take pleasure only as a result of punishment.'

'She is a virgin?'

'In every respect, madame. I do not believe that she has ever had an orgasm, although I suspect that she came close on occasion this afternoon. She does not understand that the feelings she enjoys are to do with sex. She has no idea of what sex is.'

'So: you intend that she should be tested for a few more days?'

'Yes, madame. With gradually increasing rigour. Then, at the right moment, we will let her experience a climax.'

'And thereafter she will not be permitted to come, except when feeling intense shame?'

'Just so, madame. Then she will be punished for coming, and then she will be made to come again during the punishment. She will learn that pleasure comes from humiliation and the lash, and that pleasure condemns her to more punishment. And, madame . . .'

'Yes, Robert?'

'I propose to protect her virginity, madame. At least in the most literal meaning of the term. We will teach her how to use her mouth, her breasts and her anus to give pleasure to others, and we'll encourage her to take her own guilty enjoyment in the same ways. But we will not penetrate her vagina; not fully. And I suggest that we should make her understand that, no matter how much she may come to realise that she is defiled and debauched, she is still, in the most important sense, intact and undefiled.'