The Pleasures of Bankruptcy Page 15

  He spoke sharply. “Protrude your bottom more!' he ordered. “Bend and part your legs somewhat!”

  There was another stifled sob-and his command was obeyed. Indelicately he parted the reddened cheeks, not as red as the cheeks of Doris Tasker, however. He revealed thus, to the woman at his side, a little pink rear orifice into which a candle of reasonable size had been thrust.

  “For my own good reasons,” he said softly. “I am thus enlarging the aperture somewhat-and besides that the inner sensation helps to punish her-and excite her too.”

  “You would hardly believe what the combined effect upon her of the spanking and the candle and the present shame can be. I shall show you-turn around-Rose… fill the opening with your front view-now bend backwards and part your legs again.”

  Doris Tasker gasped and shuddered as a genital fleece of darkest brown adorning the lower part of a white belly showed in the opening. The upper thighs were in evidence also and these Francis swiftly and complacently parted, to expose a ruddy cleft which was pouting and moist with its owner's sexual agitation.

  Mrs. Tasker cried out huskily with a shame almost as keen as that of the unseen-in part-woman behind the wall. She hid her flaming face with her two hands.

  “Is it necessary to commit this unspeakable indecency in my presence?” she stammered. “If the situation is such that you have the power to force this poor woman to such ignominy, is there any reason why I should be forced to witness her distress?”

  “I take note,” he said quietly, “of your criticism. It is, perhaps, a little indiscreet, Doris, bearing in mind that you are not now queening it over anybody. I will, nevertheless explain to you that your presence is making this a very real punishment for Mrs. Bolton.”

  “Unhappily her amorous propensities are so great that spankings and enforced nakedness, while shaming her intensely, make her flare with a passionate desire so great that it is almost reward, instead of penalty to her-but to have to thus undergo an exhibition of her downfall before another woman is indeed bitter to her!”

  “Now stroke her rosy little slit for a while-for I wish you to have personal evidence of her present state.”

  “Mr. Freeman!” gasped the humiliated woman. “This is intolerable! Your language is not that of a gentleman and this display of one woman's-intimacies-to another lady is disgraceful beyond words. Stop it… and let me make those apologies or whatever penance you had in mind for me-”

  “On your own behalf,” he said mildly, “I deprecate this tone… on the part of a culprit before her judge. My own ideas will prevail here, Doris, have you the least objection to raise?”

  It was not his tone but hit eyes and his expression that made the now alarmed woman flinch from him. She would have retreated-but he had grasped her shoulders and it was impossible.

  His face was very close to her own. In truth, he was longing to crush his lips to that exquisite, sensually drooping mouth of here-but he restrained himself for the present-later, perhaps!

  “Of course,” she faltered — unable to withdraw her violet eyes from his gray ones-“I have not so soon forgotten my promise to undergo some penance or other in token of genuine repentance for my carelessness. But this display savors rather of the seraglio or a madhouse than a tribunal dispensing justice.

  He enjoyed even her attempts to maintain a personal dignity under these circumstances — yet his burning impatience to enjoy her in other ways determined him to apply the final crushing blow.

  “Have done with this at once,” he said peremptorily, “and cease any comments not required of you by me. Now lay your fingers where I ordered you to place them-on the soft cunt of this woman. No doubt you would prefer to have your own cunt caressed-as it was kissed one day, some three weeks ago, in the room adjoining-at considerable length by a man other than your husband!”

  “God! Oh, God in Heaven!” moaned Doris tremulously. “Such a vile accusation! I didn't… it didn't happen!”

  “Speak up, Rose, tell us what happened,” said the man.

  And the perturbed Rose, thus called upon for her cruel evidence, began to stammer out something. But the appalled Doris cut in swiftly: “You spy-spy… oh, God! To think of being spied upon-in a supposedly respectable place like this. And I gather that you allowed this man, Mrs. Bolton, to invade the privacy of others… your patrons?”

  Suddenly aware that she was confessing instead of denying by her indiscreet words, she grew pale and still.

  “Speak up, and clearly, Rose!” said Francis Freeman.

  And the perversely displayed woman behind the wall, who was evidently coached already, uttered in a feeble voice words that made Doris Tasker wail aloud in shame and then collapse in the firm grasp that held her.

  “Mrs. Tasker loves to have her cunt kissed! I saw George Bliss kiss it! She held it out-stark naked-to his lips. She pretended to be horrified-but she wasn't. They did such things together that I was considering ordering them out of the place. I always find it necessary to keep watch on the various rooms in order to prevent any immorality in the establishment!”

  “Lies… lies-all lies!” moaned Doris.

  “Don't you dare tell this lady she lies!” said Freeman with considerable asperity.

  “I… I mean,” amended Doris feverishly. “I didn't hold it out to him-he took it-I hardly knew what he meant to do… at first! And I was distracted over it- if she saw us she must know that. I had been foolish in letting him change my stockings… but I wasn't really enjoying it!”

  “That is enough!” he interposed. “This is a matter of which your husband should be fully informed-and he shall be if you fail hereafter to be obedient to my orders!”

  The lovely woman wilted in horror and fear that shook her. She would have fallen to her knees in her terror if he had not stopped her in time.

  “But-not that… ohh! Not that-don't tell him!” she panted. “I will do what-anything you tell me!”

  “You will indeed,” he assured her. “And you will endure a salutary blow to your pride-and express an abject apology to Mrs. Bolton-by kissing her twice on each buttock. Turn around, Rose and show as much of your plump, rosy bottom through that hole as you can!”

  His earlier victim gasped-but she twisted her lovely naked body and made the change of exposure which he had ordered. The crushed Doris fell upon her knees at his touch-she crumpled rather than knelt. And her quivering lips were then pressed twice upon each of the proffered mounds of snowy flesh.

  It would be difficult to say which of the two beautiful women in his power were more confused by this incident.

  The shame experienced by Doris Tasker seemed to burn right through her whole being-but the horror of the threatened revelations to her spouse had so terrified her that all power to resist had fled.

  As for the weaker Rose, the mortification of this proud woman impressed her as much, for the moment, as her own shame.

  “Let us hear, now, your apology,” directed Freeman.

  “I–I'm sorry… Mrs. Bolton,” sighed the matron very tremulously.

  “And now tell her that you would like to feel her pretty pussy and cunt-and see how hot all that has just happened has made her!” he commanded.

  “May… may I-feel you?” quavered Doris. “May I feel your… your sex?”

  His fingers sank irately into the soft flesh of her white shoulder. Hurriedly she changed her vocabulary.

  “Your… your cunt!” she gasped. “May I feel it- and s-see how passionate y-you are?”

  “Turn round again, Rose!” said Francis quietly.

  And once more the opening in the wall which was some three feet from the floor. Rose being obviously on a sofa — was blocked by an even more indelicate display than had just recently been offered.

  Clearly the shattered woman who knelt there had made up her mind that haste in compliance was her only course if she were ever to extricate herself from this incredible nightmare. Gingerly she laid slim white fingers on the shamefully displayed intimacies of her h
ostess.

  So complete was the exposure now that it was plain that Rose was lying on her back and had raised her widely parted legs against the partition at the foot of the sofa.

  The lower curves of her backside were in clear view- and also the curly hair covering her genital mound as well as the remainder of her crotch.

  And all these womanly charms quivered and throbbed under the embarrassed fingerings of Doris Tasker.

  “I think myself,” said Francis softly, “that you have some reason to feel aggrieved over being watched by the lady of the establishment when you fancied yourself… or yourselves immune from observation.”

  “Just imagine her having the impertinence to peer in at you secretly-while your masculine friends was set on stripping your lovely legs-and getting so excited by the sight that he wished in his own peculiar way to become your lover. She is under discipline now-and I think you should punish her a little yourself for her brazen and outspoken curiosity!”

  “Why not tug at that pretty curly fleece of hers? Make her squirm and squeal a little!”

  Although not in the least inclined toward violence in the normal way, the lovely matron found herself grasping the silken genital hair of her shamefully exposed victim and tugging it with her slim fingers. Her blood pulsed quite inexplicably at the strange action-she reflected in a vague manner.

  But as Rose sighed ardently under the traction-and then gave a faint cry-Doris released the hair she was thus gripping and flared anew with embarrassment over what she had done.

  “You have not understood, I fear.” said the man. “Any suggestion that I make now-is an order! Pull her hair again. Nov finger her entire crotch-from rump to her mound. And tickle her around the anus.

  “Heavens! How she does shake and sigh-to be sure, I am half-minded to remove that candle-for what a fine position she is in now to grant me her remaining virginity-I wonder…!”

  Comprehending at last, through his incredible words, the lascivious indulgence which he seemed to have in his mind as far as the helpless Mrs. Bolton was concerned, Doris Tasker turned crimson. In the face of such cynicism as his, she saw the futility of indignant glances-which were her sole remaining weapon.

  She fluttered and withdrew her trembling fingers-and was rewarded by a box on the ear. Though the blow was light, the shame of being smitten like a disobedient child affected Doris tremendously.

  Her inability to resent the slap overwhelmed her. She gasped and cringed-and obeyed his gesture by putting her slim fingers once more on the pouting delicately coral cleft which was framed in the widely parted thighs.

  “If you felt like taking some further vengeance upon her by pinching those soft lips and by shaming her with an inserted finger, I can't see that she is in any position to resist you,” he remarked mildly.

  Understanding now that her only course lay in instant compliance, Doris muttered a confused determination to do as he said. But her little twinges upon the already excited lips of Rose's palpitating sex only served to cause that voluptuous young woman to groan in a shamed and hot ecstasy-and when the slim finger bent inward between the pouting lips it was all the victim could do to keep from rolling off the sofa on which she lay twisting in passionate delight.

  “Press your finger in as far as it will go,” he bade her in a whisper.

  Rose jumped and clamored hoarsely as Mrs. Tasker obeyed his command.

  “Ohhh! My God… n-o-o-o!” she gasped. “Don't… touch mi-me there… not right on my-ohh! God-no! I'm s-so s-sensitive there-please… please stop!”

  “Now describe to me the state of affairs in there!” he demanded.

  “Oh, heavens! Must you mortify us both to death?” she wailed. “She is… the passage seems to cling to my finger. It is so warm-it is hot! It throbs-and… all wet!”

  “And the clitoris?” he queried.

  “It is-very stiff!” she faltered, transferring her fingertips to the point he mentioned. “It palpitates-jerks- there is… moisture…”

  “It is so difficult to punish guilty matrons or even girls adequately.” he complained. “For no sooner does a man supply shame or force than they begin to become erotical and agitated-and get sensations which transcend one's ideas of discipline.”

  “I expect she would twist and moan and spend-if you were told to atone for the vicious caress you received from Mr. Bliss by applying the same to her.”

  “Oh God-Oh God in heaven!” cried Doris frantically. “You would never have the heart-I should die of… of shame!”

  He toyed delightedly with the woman's apprehension- “I am more than inclined to demand this,” he said. “However I will allow each of you a vote. Rose-would you like to have Doris suck your pretty cunt?”

  “No! No… ohh! N-o-o!” quavered Rose.

  “A vote in the negative-even though I suspect that it is not an entirely truthful one,” he remarked. “And you, Doris, would you like to just kiss-and suck this sweet and pretty slit?”

  “No! Never!” sobbed Mrs. Tasker.

  “Never covers a long period of time,” he commented. “Before this is ended you may beg me for the privilege you have just refused. However, I seem to lie outvoted. I think that we may assume now. Rose, that Doris will require your kind services at once.”

  His enigmatic words conveyed nothing to Mrs. Tasker. But there was a prolonged sigh from behind the partition. The lovely vision of white and rosy nakedness vanished and the sliding panel closed softly.

  Weakened and trembling. Doris sank into a chair. But she was hardly sealed before a lovely and piquant sight came quickly into the room.

  With a hastily attached white skirt. Rose had completed a maid's garb. The skirt failed to meet her stockings by an inch or two. Her fine arms and shoulders and the luscious upper slopes of her breasts were bare. But otherwise she was fully clad-apparently.

  Her sweet face, though, was scarlet-and if she could meet the gaze of the man who had so subjugated her- her eyes refused to encounter those of the squally confused Mrs. Tasker.

  “Upon the entirety of your submission during the next few minutes, Doris,” remarked the man, “depends your escape from the difficulties in which your habits have entangled you. You will go with Rose now-you will implicitly obey her in whatever she tells you to do-recalling that her every instruction is my command.”

  “I think that your ruin-and that of your family- will ensue if you revolt against this little programme of… shall we say-punishment appropriate to your misdeeds — which I have arranged!”

  So grave was his tone and so evident his sincerity that the beleaguered young matron trembles as before the crack of doom. She abandoned herself… horribly apprehensive yet eager to get the inevitable over and done with.

  She was mystified over what might await her… but it seemed certain that in any event no such shame as had been forced on a tradeswoman… even though a refined one… could possibly be contemplated in regard to a lady of her family and position.

  One final imperative glance from the man to Rose bade her not to weaken in what she had to do. She shivered at that look, for it recalled his treat that if she did not satisfy him in this, he would take her to-night to a party in West End Avenue… and that there he would exhibit her naked to a group of his friends… and then raffle off her beautiful body to one of them.

  She sighed as she led Doris Tasker away. Such a pretty woman… perhaps too pretty, she reflected. The door closed behind them… and Francis Freeman took a chair in comfort… and waited with such patience as he could muster.

  There was quite a wait. Le heard exclamations… words of stifled horror quickly muted. But, aware that both these women were in a position forbidding anything save acquiescence to destiny, he gave them a little more time.

  He knew that behind that wall… the lovely Doris Tasker was probably weeping… but he knew too, that she was obeying. There was again that softly grating sound. The panel had opened once more. A marvelously shod and slender feminine foot appeared in the opening.


  It hovered there… reluctant to put itself forward. And then it slowly projected itself through the aperture that framed it. With the slender foot and shapely ankle, there now appeared a calf so exquisite in its voluptuous curves and glimmering whiteness through frail black silk stockings that Francis Freeman's grey eyes lit with delight.

  This marvelous leg was one which he had seen before… but only in part… and it seemed to him, in its abashed display in this queer manner, to be far lovelier than he had realized. The dimpled knee appeared… then the whitely delicate skin above the stocking and the lower part of a delicious thigh.

  Hanging laces were revealed now… and then an expanse of translucent, frail muslin so very fine that the skin beneath colored it a softly rosy white. The entire limb showed now… deliciously enticing too… in this utter display to his eyes. He resisted with difficulty the temptation to advance to the partition and toy with this so lovely leg in its state of semi-nudity.

  “Drawers…?” he queried gruffly. “Well… I have no great objection… for the moment! The other leg… please…!”

  The superb limb was withdrawn with many rustlings… and its mate appeared, heralded by a dainty foot. This foot advanced, wavering as if in search of a firm footing… and it brought with it the lovely leg… which he scanned with delight.

  “Go on…” he said… almost breathlessly. He was noting how the full upper thigh congested the opening in the wall. Yet there was still room for something of buxom rear curves and also a portion of the inner thigh… both covered with sheer muslin.

  At his signal of 'go on' the leg disappeared very slowly. Then it reappeared very gradually once more. But this time the stocking was rolled down from the slender, shapely leg and the lovely knee, with dimples as decorations, was also bare.

  And as the leg advanced towards him, it became apparent that the drawers too had been drawn back as far as was possible. There was something disclosed which was far more enticing to his growing admiration than the fair owner of the leg would have wished, if she had known, in the almost nude presentation of its charms.

  To be shown piecemeal in this manner was… as he had known it would do… driving Doris Tasker into indescribable shame and confusion. He could hear through the opening every little while her soft gasps of protest and then the whisperings of her grief and misery.