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  The woman cried out hysterically. I saw the groove of ruddy gold in which his face was resting rise and fall with the palpitation of her flesh. Her legs involuntarily parted — admitting his lips now to all the delicate flesh of her rosy cleft…

  Rejoicing in this exposure of all her secrecies, the man withdrew his face for a second to admire her splendid nude body. I saw-with him-the dainty carmine of an excited slit-begging to be caressed.

  He plunged down again. He kissed madly. I saw his hot tongue emerge to participate in this frenzied caress.

  “Almighty God!” gasped the distracted Doris, as she fell backwards and collapsed into the chair behind her.

  “And so she escaped him-did she?” queried Francis. “I always had an idea that the only use he ever had for a girl was to treat her like a ripe fruit-and suck out her juices.”

  “Oh! He could have done more,” whispered Rose embarrassed to blushing. “I can assure you that he-his- thing… stuck out finely-when he was kissing her… there…!”

  “Learn to speak plainly,” he bade her. “If you mean to say that his prick was stiff while he kissed her cunt, then come out with it!”

  “His… p-prick was-stiff-while he kissed her… c-cunt!” said Rose in a shamed whisper.

  “How you do dislike any lack of decorum!” he said musingly. “I have a notion that it is only when forced to it by me that you can get worked up to an ardor that makes you quite unthinking in your lovely lasciviousness.”

  “I had it in mind to get one of your young debtors- perhaps this Norma Wales-and compel her to pet your naked body in the most luscious and licentious ways- though I am afraid that you would be both horrified and apologetic towards her-instead of the firm mistress who commands an obedient tongue to do her will. Unless-I were there to supervise!”

  “Oh-if you were there,” said Rose ingenuously, “anything you wanted would occur, of course. But I do realize at last-that I wasn't intended by nature to dominate anybody. And all my instincts seem to be to do as you dictate to me!”

  “And that is your first open confession,” he observed, with a smile. “And now tell me, what did old Bliss do to her next?”

  “He got up very slowly from his knees. As he approached her, Mrs. Tasker shrank back and held out repelling hands.”

  “Give me-time to-recover!” she panted. “Go away… please for a moment-” she buried her face in her hands and sobbed.

  “You liked it,” he said doggedly. “You know you did. You even parted your legs-and raised your skirts higher. Your little pussy was just quivering with pleasure!”

  “Don't talk to me-and especially like that!” she said hysterically. “Ohh — I'm so bitterly ashamed — what a thing to do to me!”

  “I couldn't help it,” he muttered. “I'm crazy about you. I think you're the loveliest woman in the city. I was mad wanting to kiss you-and to kiss you where you would feel it most. I couldn't help it, I tell you.” He made a gesture of despair.

  “But… you-y-you saw me!” she wailed accusingly at him. “I was all… b-bare! Y-you saw e-everything… you kissed m-me t-there-on my… m-my… ohh!”

  “Yes-I did!” he assented, almost rapturously. “And nothing can rob me of the recollection, or of the way your lovely slit throbbed against my lips.” He looked at her with a beseeching expression. “I would give anything I possess-just to feel you-spend-on my tongue… my lips! Listen, Doris!”

  “Don't call me Doris any more!” she said in a stifled small voice.

  “Listen, Doris!” he repeated. “You could live in luxury — you and your husband and daughter. I have millions — you could have whatever you wished. I would not ask to possess you-just to be permitted to caress you sometimes…”

  “He pleaded his burning desire for her. He called it love. And I think she weakened somewhat-for she must have recalled that he could do much to injure her husband's position. There was a reconciliation of sorts-but no real sign of relenting or succumbing on Mrs. Tasker.”

  “Well-at least George can boast of probably having had more-much more-from the lovely lady with the red gold hair than anyone save her husband,” observed Freeman candidly.

  A gleam came into his gray eyes. “I think,” he said, very softly, “that you are going to make me a gift of the favors-the ultimate favors of this charming customer of yours!”

  “I… I am?” cried the bewildered Rose. “How could I? You know I'd give you anything I could-but how?”

  “You will at least help me very materially in my plan. And you will, perhaps, see me sheath an old friend-or a new friend of yours-within her body.”

  “Ohh!” whispered Rose dejectedly. “I see what you have in mind. To have every one of the most beautiful of my clients who owe money — beginning with Doris Tasker. Or at least-all who are not maidens?”

  “Have you any objections on those latter grounds?” he asked her seriously.

  “I-why… you will do what you like, I know!” she said, with a regretful look. “But… then-you will not need me-I shall be free!” She smiled sadly. “And I am now finding out that it is not altogether terrible to be- to do-whatever you wish. I found it out yesterday- and tried hard to forget it last night.”

  “Don't weep. Rose,” be said-for tears stood in her dark eyes. “And don't be jealous either. I may take a few lovely, desirable bodies from amongst your customers. But you will remain to me after all these others have sampled my couch… if indeed they do. For there will never be one of them to whom I could say-as I say now to you-'show me your naked buttocks, madam-and show me that you have obediently stained them as I ordered you to do'!”

  Rose started from her seat. Impetuously, she turned her back on him. Her slender fingers raised her skirt, and showed a pair of exquisite lace trimmed drawers. Her quick hands, extended behind her, found and opened the vertical slit in that intimate garment. And the full, beautiful, luxuriant buttocks met his eyes in their lovely nudity-each white mound stained faintly and irregularly with ink.

  “The stains will come out, with bathing, inside of two days.” he said, smoothing and petting the naked hillocks, which trembled voluptuously beneath his touch.

  “I almost regret having made you do this-for your soft and lovely bottom is a source of constant joy to me. Bend forward from the waist-keep your legs stiff and straight. Now part them-further-further. Now spread your buttocks apart with your fingers. Show me your bottom hole clearly. Back up just a trifle…”

  As the now shivering Rose-fully conscious of the indecent exposure to which she was submitting-obeyed and drew near to his chair while maintaining the most immodest and revealing posture imaginable, he bent forward and ran his tormenting fingers slowly and voluptuously through all her crotch. Their tips dwelt on her rosy anus-and on the hot lips of her sex.

  Rose sighed. She staggered-hardly able, in her shame and agitation, to remain upright. She moaned softly, her eyes glazed and unseeing as she bent obediently forward, exposing with her slim fingers the crinkled bud of her bottom hole.

  “I think I should like, some day, to lodge myself in here,” he remarked cynically. “So beautiful a backside deserves to yield its virginity'.” And he illustrated his sombre idea, and redoubled Rose's confusion, by probing his forefinger within the tight portals of the little rosette which her trembling hands were offering him.

  “Oh! God!” she wailed hysterically. “You would kill me, I know. You would tear me-I should never survive such a…!”

  “Yet you would lie down and offer it to me-if I ordered it-wouldn't you, Rose?” he demanded.

  “Yes… ohh… yes!” she cried hoarsely-too inflamed now to do more than stand quivering before him-as he gently pinched and caressed the lips of her throbbing sex.

  Chapter IX

  “I am receiving you,” said Mrs. Tasker, “because Mrs. Rose Bolton tells me that you are representing her in the small matter of a debt which I owe her.”

  “It might be more accurate,” smiled Francis Freeman, as he sat at t
he desk in Rose's private office, “to say that I am receiving you!”

  “Let's not quibble.” remarked the woman, with a little wave of her hand. “It is through you, I judge, that she has set these proceedings under way-for she herself has always been most considerate.”

  “Far too much so for her own good, Mrs. Tasker,” he said, regarding her with a frowning consideration as he spoke. “Perhaps you do not realize that it is through being what you call 'considerate' towards thoughtless or dishonest women like yourself, that Mrs. Bolton has brought herself to the verge of ruin!”

  “Thoughtless-dishonest?” exclaimed the matron… very lovely now in her flushed indignation. “I do not think I will deal with you, Mr. Freeman. I don't care for your choice of terms. Let me see Mrs. Bolton, if you please, and…”

  “Mrs. Bolton cannot see you at present,” he replied. “She is in no condition to do so-for she is undergoing what we might call a penance for what you have just referred to as consideration to you and others. Now her leniency is being fittingly punished!”

  “Punished?” exclaimed the startled matron.

  “Severely punished,” he said suavely. “And if an over soft heart and lack of business acumen such as hers deserves proper punishment-what shall we say as to the frivolous woman who has brought about her present and degrading plight?”

  Mrs. Tasker gasped and flushed. She rose from her chair in offended dignity. “You are being very harsh- too harsh for me to deal with. Of course, I realize I have been careless-in letting my bill run up. I intend to pay it-and also my daughter's-as soon as possible!”

  She turned towards the door. He made no move to detain her-yet she felt his watching eyes holding her back. She meant to leave immediately-to go out and close the door firmly behind her… and yet-and yet…

  “Certainly,” she observed — nervously and curiously too-“I cannot accept seriously what you Have just said about Mrs. Bolton's being punished? This is the twentieth century, Mr. Freeman-and women are no longer subject to masculine whims and discipline. They are only subject to the law-which she has in no way offended!” She turned once more to depart.

  “Not all laws are made in legislative bodies, Mrs. Tasker, my dear,” he said. “And all women, of whatever age, should be subject to a private code of laws devised for them by stronger persons.”

  Doris Tasker shrugged her perfect shoulders-attracting his attention to lines which made him regret she was not in evening dress.

  “I shall go,'“ she announced. “Obviously I can have no dealings with you. Tell Mrs. Bolton that I hope to settle in the very near future!”

  “Yes,” he agreed, “you are going to settle those hills in the very near future indeed!”

  She started at something sinister in his voice. Then she turned again to regard him with apprehension.

  “I mean, of course.” he said softly, “that it will be in your husband's hands-with full particulars-within the next half hour. He will undoubtedly be glad to discharge your due obligations-which after all are his also!”

  Reddening to her white brow beneath the silken glories of her red gold hair. Mrs. Tasker turned slowly to the chair she had recently occupied, and sank into it once again with a nervous sigh.

  “You have misunderstood,” she said breathlessly. “I am so very sorry if I was cross with you just now-hut the fact is-this business is just between Mrs. Bolton and myself. Even my husband is an outsider where this is concerned…”

  “That is impossible. I am afraid.” he murmured. “Dr. Tasker is bound legally, of course, in this matter.”

  “But…” she said, with widened, apprehensive blue eyes harboring a pleading expression for the first time. “I see I shall have to tell you-he knows nothing of all this-and I could not endure having him know. He… my husband can be very unreasonable when-”

  “Louise and I simply had to have some nice things- and I supposed that Mrs. Bolton was soundly enough financed to carry our account for a time!”

  “Mrs. Bolton has been driven to distraction-by you and others like you,” he said sternly. “She will be soundly financed in the near future-at some expense, perhaps, to her pride and… other senses. But tell me-your husband must have observed that you and your lovely daughter were dressing like the family of a millionaire?”

  “He thought-we had a small bequest-it is spent long ago!” she stammered. He was startled out of his composure by the sudden cracking up of Doris Tasker. The lovely woman was whimpering like a child.

  “I–I simply cannot face having him know!” she said tearfully. “You cannot understand — it might break up our household-I would rather die!” she gazed at him in despair. “Ohh!” she wailed, “is there no way out of this fearful predicament?”

  “There is…” breathed Francis Freeman. “And you are going to take it!”

  “Ohh! If I only could…” she almost sobbed. Her hands were clasped prayerfully, but in her face was a look of what might be called apprehensive relief. For although she had no suspicion of his dire purpose, she knew that whatever could get her out of this difficulty must be no simple matter.

  “Justice must be done,” he said calmly. “You will have to accept blindly what I consider to be justice in this case — and later on you may have the pleasure of seeing me tear up this account of yours and hand you the pieces.”

  “Justice?” she whispered tremulously. “You mean… I must?”

  “There will be retribution,” he said firmly. “I shall be both secret judge and executioner. There will be no appeal from what I determine-or order-during this next hour and perhaps one or two hours on subsequent days!”

  “But-good heavens,” she stared at him with deep and suffused violet eyes. “It sounds so limitless!” she said in consternation. “Why-it would be like going before some kind of inquisition-which could do anything with the poor culprit!”

  “Three thousand dollars are not blotted out in a breath of wind,” he said. “However-since you don't fancy squaring your debt by accepting whatever penalty I impose- I'll just get your husband on the phone…”

  “Stop-ohh-for God's sake, stop!” she wailed as he turned towards the phone. “I promise-I do indeed… to atone as you wish. I know I've been foolish-thoughtless…. but I'm certain,” she added pleadingly, “that you'll spare my womanly dignity?”

  “Your womanly dignity,” he murmured, “is likely to be greatly impaired, I'm afraid! Do you still promise to be really submissive?”

  “Ohh! I must… I must!” she cried, wringing her lovely white hands.

  There was a long silence in the room where a palpitating and flushed beauty and a triumphant but outwardly composed man sat. Finally Doris could endure the quiet no longer.

  “I suppose,” she said nervously, “that you wish me to apologize to you for the harsh words I used earlier and perhaps to Mrs. Bolton for the trouble I've caused?”

  “Ask Mrs. Bolton,” he smiled, “just how far a simple apologize to you for the harsh words I used earlier and he touched a button beneath the desk. There was a slight grating sound, and a panel some twenty inches or so square opened in the wall opposite them. Through the hole thus disclosed there was nothing to be seen. But the sound of sighs and sobs-came to the ears of the startled Mrs. Tasker.

  “This delay is ridiculous — and suggests further and much heavier punishment for the culprit!” said Freeman.

  A gasp and then a convulsive sob-became audible.

  “Have pity… on my-my shame!” came a pleading whisper. “I can't, really I can't-before Mrs. Tasker!”

  He pressed a button on the desk. The sound rang very clearly and imperiously. There was another sob-a moaning little cry. And Mrs. Tasker, staring with incredulous eyes, beheld a whiteness framing itself in the square opening. More accurately speaking, the vision was what had once been a whiteness-but it was now a rosy and gleaming pinkness. It was the perfectly naked bottom of a young woman-and its full curves and soft beauty testified to the sex of the mortified possessor of th
at lovely pair of buttocks…

  “But… but… o-o-o-h! Heavens! She's been beaten — whipped!” gasped Doris Tasker shudderingly.

  “Let's be accurate-a closer study will help,'.! he said. Obviously he was enjoying the shame and consternation of the participants in the discussion.

  He extended his hand to Doris. Confusedly she gave him her slim fingers. She rose-and followed him up to the lovely but unseemingly display in the opening of the wall.

  “If she had been whipped there would have been stripes on this delicate skin,” he said, as he softly and lewdly caressed the swelling mounds which quivered at his touch.

  “Tell me, Doris, what do you now think has happened to this fair lady?”

  “I… I-my God! She has been fearfully spanked- at the least!” stammered Doris, too shaken to notice that he had used her given name so informally.

  “Yes-spanked-rather heartily but not fearfully!” he acquiesced. “I pass your blunder this time. But feel this beautiful bottom and note how warm it is.”

  In shrinking shame the woman would have drawn back. He gave her a look that crumpled her resistance. And he laid a timid hand on the nude cheeks and promenaded her fingers across it slowly.

  “Ohh! Ohh… so hot-and soft!” she whispered as if to herself. “Poor… poor dear! Is it-Mrs.-?” she shook her head in denial. “It can't be-she would never submit to such a thing!”

  “Yes-it is Mrs. Rose Bolton,” he assured her softly. “She has been naughty-not nearly so bad as you-but still naughty. I suppose you think that, because her naked behind has been spanked, she is in agony-and that the restlessness of her fine bottom under our touches is evidence of that fact!”

  He bent to the opening. “She isn't in agony for that at all. It is an agony of pure shame because you have seen her thus. As for the restless movements-you will be better able to fathom the cause if I show you what-”