Belinda by Bryan Caine Page A

her thighs. On the third ringing report Jane screamed, ‘That’s it! No more!’ whereupon Timothy, his cock bouncing in front of him, gave her one last swipe with the whippy stick, catching her expertly in the crease between her buttocks and her legs. She screamed again and spun around as Timothy threw the cane down and hurried forward. He lifted the small blonde onto the tree trunk in a sitting position and moved in between her legs, at the same time taking hold of his penis and aiming it towards the delicious patch of fur at the top of her thighs.
    As Belinda and Marie watched, Belinda felt her dress rise at the back and something hot and hard press against the valley of her bottom. She sighed resignedly and urged back against Oliver’s ample cock, feeling it against her behind for the second time that day. Keeping his tip hard against her anus he helped Marie strip her of her dress. Belinda peered over her shoulder and saw he was naked, his large figure quite in proportion with his hefty organ. She fumbled and gave it a rub of appreciation. As she did so she felt something long thin and cold slide between her legs. It was the cane. Marie had picked it up and was now using it in a sawing motion to tickle Belinda’s crease and Oliver’s scrotum.
    â€˜Caught you,’ Marie whispered wickedly. ‘Now I’m going to have to punish you, aren’t I?’
    She withdrew the cane from between their legs, giving Belinda’s right buttock a vicious and very prolonged pinch as she did so. Belinda marvelled at how thoroughly the group had thrown themselves into this sort of activity, and was glad she had had enough experience in England to enable her to pretend to enjoy it with these friendly if somewhat immoral people.
    She jumped out of this absentminded thinking as she felt a sting on the front of her leg. Marie had flicked her with the stick.
    â€˜Get over that tree trunk beside those other two fornicators!’ she snarled, very realistically, and Belinda and Ollie shuffled over as ordered. Belinda bent beside Timothy and Jane who were screwing slowly. Jane’s legs and arms were wrapped tightly around Timothy to stop herself from falling off the trunk. They both watched as best they could as Marie started to calmly and scientifically cane Belinda and Oliver. The only sign that this was a sexual experience for Marie was to be observed in the way she kept her free hand pressed against her prominent vagina as it lay deeply hidden in her dark bush.
    Oliver shrieked so horribly at each resounding crack that Belinda was sure he would have to ask to be tied down, but he maintained his position until Marie had finished. Belinda herself found Marie’s strokes across her bottom and legs to be very stimulating, and she did not have to simulate any agonised sounds; Marie was vicious and as she progressed with the beating Belinda screamed as loudly as Oliver. She did, however, have the small comfort of a bump on the tree trunk that pressed hard against her slit, and each stroke of the stick served to press her hard against it.
    By the time Marie stopped both Oliver’s and Belinda’s rumps were ablaze. She might well have carried on all night had not Timothy, now finished with Jane, taken the cane and bent her over so as to give her some of the same.
    â€˜Hold me!’ she shouted as she was pushed over the rough wood, and Oliver happily obliged by nipping around to the other side and gripping her wrists tightly. As Timothy slashed the cane at Marie with the frenzy of the newly converted, Jane took Belinda by the breasts and pressed her to the ground. She climbed on top of her and their legs intertwined. They worked their thighs hard against each other’s vagina and mauled each other’s breasts while the sound of the cane rained deservedly down on Marie’s naked backside, with the stick and Timothy’s rising and falling arm silhouetted against the enormous moon.
    They