The Dreams of the Succubii Page 5

  'She shouldn't have been so fucking clumsy,' said the plump, innocent looking mouth of Amelia.

  Connie drew in her breath sharply, unable to believe her ears.

  Mister Cheveaux was more sanguine as he replied coolly, 'Be that as it may, we have a duty of care to our customers, and you have sorely failed us in this regard.'

  Connie was speechless, astonished, galvanised with indignation. She could not believe the impertinence of the girl. She found herself hoping that Mister Cheveaux would deal harshly with her, in contrast to her more forgiving attitude to youthful stupidity than before. It seemed that she was not to be disappointed, for Cheveaux raised one long, elegant finger, and waved it in front of the girl's pretty, truculent face, before saying, 'You must be punished, Amelia, and very severely, unless you give a full apology to Madame Masterby.'

  'I'm not apologising to her,' said the girl, very decidedly, and turned her head to shoot Connie a quick look of contempt.

  'The you must be punished,' said Cheveaux, with an odd glee entering his voice which he was hard put to hide. The girls shoulder slumped slightly, but she tilted her chin upwards in defiance, and stared belligerently at the ceiling.

  'Do you wish to witness the punishment, Madame?' enquired Cheveaux, turning a serious face towards Connie which belied the slight excitement in his voice. Connie found her eyes drawn to the suspiciously large bulge at the front of his otherwise flawless trousers. She cleared her suddenly tightened throat nervously.

  'I am sorry, Mister Cheveaux,; she said, in a voice thickened by uncertainty, 'What do you mean by punishment?'

  He lifted his hands to his sides, palms upwards, and said, in a voice of utter reasonableness, 'The girl must be punished, or she will persist in her insolent ways. I will administer that punishment directly. Do you wish to stay and satisfy yourself that it has been done correctly?'

  Connie's mind whirled, trying to fathom what he was going to do, and unable to bring herself to repeat the question, in case he came out and said what the darker recesses of her mind were suggesting to her. Her upbringing and daily routine had conditioned her to expect a certain normality, certain standards of behaviour that were to be expected, so she could not accept the hints that her sub-conscious was slowly feeding to her upper mind.

  'I certainly do,' she blurted, spurred to decision by the continued sight of the girls stubborn refusal to acknowledge her wrong doing.

  'Bien!' said Mister Cheveaux, and taking Amelia by the upper arm, he steered the girl over to his desk so that her skirted upper thighs were but inches from the sharp line of its outermost edge. Then he did the strangest thing. Reaching with both hands towards the back of the young woman's skirt, he swiftly unclasped her waistband and tugged her skirt down.

  Connie sat, utterly stunned, as the skirt fell to puddle about the girl's ankles. She stared, unable to take her eyes off the sight of the girl's plump, white-knickered buttocks, and felt her own legs go boneless and weak with shock. Cheveaux ignored her gasp of horror, and proceeded to take the edges of the girl's shirt and roll it so that it formed a loose band, then tied it fussily in front, at the girl's lower abdomen. The adjustment to her clothing meant that Amelia's tight-knickered bottom was now totally exposed to Connie's astonished gaze. She glanced to Cheveaux's face to see him nod seriously towards her, as if to say, 'Now! There you are.'

  Connie was too overcome to move, and so she had to sit weakly and watch as Chapeaux tutted and frowned at Amelia's panty-clad buttocks.

  'This will not do, he muttered, and swept a slim brown hand over the girl's plump white bottom cheek, under the material of her knickers, so that he could tuck it onto the tight groove between the girl's buttocks. Then he daintily repeated the gesture for the other chubby hemisphere, so that Amelia's crisp white panties were lewdly embedded between her bottom cheeks. The girl made no protest, as far as Connie's thumping ears could tell, but merely lifted her arms away from her torso so that Cheveaux could more easily paw at her.

  At last, Connie found her voice, and said, in something between a squawk and a whisper, 'Mister Cheveaux. What on earth do you think you are doing?'

  He glanced back at her, an amused smile flitting about his red lips, and his moustache twitched merrily as he said, 'Exactly what it looks like, Madame. I am getting the little tart ready for the oven, eh!'

  Again, Connie found herself too shocked to reply, and she could only watch in horror as Cheveaux proceeded to brazenly squeeze the girl's plump bare bottom cheeks as if they were fruit on a stall. Amelia's only reaction was to occasionally squeeze her buttocks together so that the line between them thinned. It was an astonishingly sedate reaction to the pawings of the older man, and Connie wondered if this was the first time the poor girl had been subjected to this type of lascivious attention from Cheveaux.

  'Obviously not,' she thought, as the girl tilted her bottom back a little so that Cheveaux could tuck her white panties further into the tight bottom crease.

  Connie could take no more, and though a dark and secretive part of her could have stayed there admiring the girl's admittedly pretty, little plump bottom, the conventionality of her upbringing demanded that she remove herself from the bizarre situation, She rose on shaky legs that almost refused to carry her, and stumbled across the room towards the door. A little of her earlier paranoia claimed her, and she half assumed the door knob would refuse to turn. It clicked easily open and she was in the act of opening the door when Mister Cheveaux's smooth voice halted her.

  Madame Masterby,' he called, from behind her, 'Do you not wish to see this minx chastised, after her insolence to you?'

  The reasonableness of the tone of his question held her for a moment, and she turned back to see the strange tableau of Amelia, who now had her hands above her head, so her pale bottom cheeks clenched reflexively in a fetching manner that inexorably drew Connie's gaze, and Mister Cheveaux bent forward in the act of stroking the milky hemispheres as he looked enquiringly towards Connie.

  Amelia chose that exact moment to say the one thing that could halt Connie's progress out of the room.

  'Forget her, Mister Cheveaux,' the girl drawled contemptuously, 'She ain't got the guts to see it through.'

  Connie hesitated for one long moment, remembering the girls vacuous insolence earlier, and the smirk she had given the crowd, before gently closing the door and walking slowly back to the polished backless seat she found so uncomfortable.

  Suddenly calm, she sat primly on the precarious perch and smoothed her crossed hands into her lap.

  Cheveaux raised his eyebrows enquiringly at her, while one of his slim brown hands cupped the girls right buttock and shook it, so that it quivered.

  Connie sniffed, and said, 'Proceed, Mister Cheveaux.'

  'Bien,' he said, with a quick smile, and straightened up. He gave the girl's bared bottom cheeks a few possessive strokes with his right hand, cupping the firm flesh and squeezing it so that it bulged creamily from his grasping fingers. She gave a little squeal, and he slapped her lightly on her panty-clogged cleft.

  'Be so kind as to bend over my desk, Amelia,' he said calmly, and brought his hand up to her nape to assist her in the action. The girl leant forward, soft cheeks gently flexing, and laid her upper torso across the leather clad desktop. Her hands came up to the level of her chest, so that her elbows pointed skywards. She turned her head so that her cheek could flatten comfortably against the green leather. Connie observed all this, while her gaze was drawn inexorably back to the plump buttocks which swelled and spread as the girl settled her hips on the desk's edge.

  'Legs together, Amelia, and dip your back, like I showed you,' said Mister Cheveaux, obviously referring to some previous encounter.

  The girl slowly complied, shuffling her toes together and tilting her bottom up so that the creases under her buttocks stretched flatter. Connie became aware of her own slit at the same time as Amelia's was properly displayed to her. She was amazed to feel the slight dampness and warmth spreading betwee
n her legs. Her mind struggled to deal with the implications. It had been her intention to endure the sight of the girl presumably being spanked, and now it dawned on her that she might actually be going to enjoy it. It was not a comfortable thought, and Mister Cheveaux seemed to read her mind as he coughed and pointed at the castors upon which her chair was supported.

  'You may wish to roll a little closer, Madame,' he suggested, 'if you would like to see this properly.'

  Connie compliantly paddled her legs against the floor so that her chair rolled closer to the girl's upraised cheeks.

  'If you wear glasses, Madame,' said Cheveaux politely, 'I suggest now is the time to put them on.'

  'I can see perfectly well, Mister Cheveaux, but thank you, 'replied Connie, in an equally calm and polite tone.

  'Parfait,' said Mister Cheveaux, 'And now we can begin.'

  He moved to the side of Amelia's upraised cheeks, reminding Connie a little of a circus ringmaster in the way he theatrically moved. He placed his hip adjacent to the girl's creamy flank and bent a little to fuss with the material in her bottom crack. Then he flamboyantly raised his right hand, gave Connie a last cheerful smile and brought the hand sharply down against the girl's white buttocks. The sound of the connection was shockingly load in the low ceilinged room, Connie actually jerked backwards in sympathy as she heard the girl gasp at the impact. Cheveaux's hand came away leaving a bright pink mark exactly where his hand had met Amelia's offered buttocks. Right across the gap between the plump, ivory coloured hemispheres. It set the crispy white linen tucked in to her bottom crack off perfectly. Connie found herself wincing a little as Cheveaux's hand came down again, this time full across one defenceless buttock.

  'Slap!' came the sound, 'Oooh!' cried the girl.

  Crack! Again his hand descended, making the chubby cheeks quiver and bounce. He adjusted the angle of his slaps, after noticing how Connie's eyes drank in the sight of the shuddering cheeks.

  'You like to see them quiver?' he suggested, giving a little grunt as he brought his hand smartly up in a circular motion to set the poor girls cheeks a wobbling. The girl's cheeks clenched defensively, as she sought to quell the stinging in her bottom by flexing her plump buttocks, and twisting herself away from his sharp slaps.

  'Be still, Amelia,' he cried, sharply, 'Or it will be the rod for you.'

  The thought of the poor girl being subjected to a rod across her wriggling cheeks bought a rush of liquid heat between Connie's legs. She felt a strange acceptance stealing over her as she gloried in the sight of the unfortunate Amelia attempting to hold her bottom still while Cheveaux spanked it raw. The girl's buttocks were completely pink all over now, as Cheveaux ensured no area of the plump backside escaped his hand's attentions. Amelia abruptly straightened at one particularly cruel impact, and attempted to twist away from the desk.

  'Non!' cried Cheveaux, grabbing her arm and holding her in place. 'Not until you have apologised to the lady.'

  'I will! I will!' cried the almost tearful girl, and Connie idly wondered how much of it was an act. She suspected that she herself could take a lot more of this sort of punishment before she would relent, and the strange thought brought another gush of heat between her thighs.

  'What is going on with me?' she asked herself, as she drank in the sight of Amelia's clenched, reddened cheeks as they squirmed. 'I am a respectable married mother of two.' she told herself, and ruefully admitted that the feelings the girl's reddened bottom were provoking in her were anything but respectable. In fact, they were downright rude.

  She became aware of Cheveaux waiting politely for her attention, and glanced red faced up at him, wondering if the obviously shrewd man had any inkling of her arousal.

  'Do you think it is sufficient, Madame?' he asked, with a twinkle in his brown eyes, 'Or do you require more?'

  Connie squirmed her big cheeks on the smooth surface of the chair, regretting the fact that she had worn inappropriate knickers today. It had been a question of a rushed school run, and the first thing which came out of the knicker drawer, which happened to be a black thong with a thick lace waist band. Connie knew she had a good figure for her age, though she was always slightly conscious of how large and muscular her buttocks were, and the panties she was wearing did nothing to dampen her awareness of how they bulged out, bare against the linen of her skirt. She vaguely hoped that when she eventually had to leave this room, the wetness she could feel at her thighs juncture had not leaked through to show on her skirt. The shame of it! Wet and randy in public. The thought did nothing to cool her feverish arousal. In fact it made it worse. She became aware that both the other occupants of the room were waiting expectantly for her answer. She took the opportunity to study the slightly tearful face of Amelia, who had turned to stare pleadingly down at her, with much of her earlier bravado forgotten. The sight of the pretty girl's pleading submission was intensely satisfying to Connie, and it was with a sly smile of cruel humour that she eventually said, 'I think a little more, Mister Cheveaux, if you please?

  Cheveaux gave a little bow as he replied, 'Certainly, Madame,' and turned back to his work. Connie was rewarded by the little moue of despair that spilled across Amelia's pretty face before she was bent once more across Cheveaux's expensive desk. The creamy cheeks came up, with strawberry mottling marring their perfect silky texture, and Cheveaux took his time before resuming the punishment, running his hand gently across the girl's hot cheeks.

  'It is warm, her little bottom,' he said, inviting Connie to feel for herself by swaying one palm towards the reddened crease between Amelia's buttocks.

  'Why not?' Connie asked herself, before reaching one, slightly trembling hand towards the offered cheeks.

  Her first connection with naked, punished female bottom flesh would be something she would never forget. The first tentative contact of her finger tips became a rush as she placed her palm directly onto the firm, yielding cheek of young Amelia. She grabbed the full mound in a hand become greedy, and shook it, as if she was rocking a wrapped Christmas present to see if she could guess what it was. The cheek quivered deliciously, and Connie could not help herself from using both hands to knead the offered cheeks as if they were dough. She pressed them apart, and gazed hungrily between them, to where Amelia's knickers had been tucked into the groove. It was obvious the girl was wet, as spots of darker coloured material showed where her little cunt had leaked in excitation. The word 'cunt' rolled wickedly around in Connie's mind as she pressed a bold thumb against the point where the girls vaginal opening would be. She felt the soft flesh part under the cloth, and was rewarded with a distinct sense of heat and moisture though the thin white material that filled the girl's cleft. She realised distantly that what she wanted to do most was expose the girl's slit and lick it. The thought startled her so much that she gasped and drew her hands away, placing them, like naughty children, in her lap.

  'We should continue, Madame,' said Cheveaux, getting into position once more. He glanced at her hands, and Connie became aware from his gaze of how much her skirt had ridden up with her backward and forward movement. She was in a fog of desire, and so the sight of her muscular brown thighs exposed to Cheveaux's gaze did not bother her as much as it perhaps should have. She was aware that if he chose to bend just a little from his present position, he could peek under the hem of her short skirt, where he would see how inappropriate, or perhaps, entirely appropriate her underwear was.

  'You may masturbate if you wish,' suggested Cheveaux reasonably, and Connie was surprised to find herself nodding in agreement. She knew, with a loosening sensation across her back and bowels, that she would like nothing more.

  'Perhaps it is time we saw Amelia's little treasure's?' said Mister Cheveaux enquiringly, and though she only suspected what he meant, Connie once again nodded her agreement.

  At once, Amelia attempted to straighten, crying, 'No! You're not letting that bitch see my cunt.'

  Mister Cheveaux was very firm with her, and twisted her arm until she c
ried out and once again bent helplessly over his desk.

  'It is necessary,' he said gently, and swiftly hooked the waistband of her innocent white pants and drew them smoothly down. He stopped when they were down to the girl's knees. They clung there prettily, so tight was the waist band it could not without aid get past her thick calves, and they made a sexy little frame for the plump bottom and thighs above them. At last, Connie was rewarded by the sight she had needed all along, but did not know it. The Alpha female in her, the big bitch ape, needed to see this subordinate female offering the submissive posture that she was now in. Mister Cheveaux obliged her by roughly pulling the poor girl's fat bottom apart so that Connie could feast her eyes on the tight, slippery, plump cunt, and the tighter, pink pucker of Amelia's anus. Connie hummed appreciatively, as Cheveaux pulled the plump cheeks together and apart, making the girl's vaginal opening part prettily, even as her anus clenched tighter. He glanced at Connie, and seemed satisfied with her reaction, for he held the one of the girl's cheeks to one side as he began gently slapping the other. Connie's hands, which had been clutching nervously at the hem of her skirt, now obeyed her sudden decision to throw caution to the winds, and peeled the hem back so that the plump, knicker covered mound of her mature cunt as exposed. Cheveaux grinned appreciatively, as Connie pulled the tight material to one side and delved for the wetness in her slit. She spread it luxuriantly over the folds of her fat outer lips, revelling in the sudden freedom and filthiness of masturbating in front of the dapper, sexy little man. Her clitoris tingled, erect as a little penis, and she stroked it lightly to get it wet. The feelings in her lower stomach built, buzzing and spiralling through her as she stroked. It was incredibly arousing to Connie to see the way Cheveaux's eyes hungrily watched her flicking fingers, even though he had the pretty, opened pink bottom of a much younger woman under his own hands. She dug two of her perfect fingers into her wet opening, being careful not to scratch herself internally with the manicured, red talons of her nails. Her thumb rolled and bobbed against her clit, making her hips buck jerkily when a particularly pleasurable rub hit exactly at the right spot. Cheveaux continued to smack the taut cheeks of Amelia, but he seemed more intent on the effect it was having on Connie, rather then the mewlings it was provoking from the poor girl. He absently stoked Amelia's tight slit, parting the pink lip to show her the little lips inside. He used his tidy finger and thumb to part her the skin around Amelia's anus, stretching the slightly brown tinted, wrinkled cone so that Connie could see the exact and perfect tightness of the girl's arse. Connie held up the finger with the broken nail, and fixed Cheveaux with a hot glance of her hooded blue eyes.