Destroying Angel by Sam Hastings

old Mr Pettigrew from next door would love to see that fat white behind bouncing and wriggling through a spanking.’
    Paulette giggled again. Susan looked up, her lower lip starting to quiver. Annabella had just hit upon both her deepest fantasies: threatening to exhibit her to a dirty old man, and then humiliating her by remarking on the plumpness of her bottom. She knew it wasn’t really true, her bottom being pretty well solid muscle and a good deal less fleshy than Paulette’s, but that just made the remark sting all the more.
    ‘Over your knee would be nicest,’ Susan suggested hopefully, looking up with what she hoped was an imploring expression.
    ‘It would, would it?’ Annabella said imperiously.
    ‘And with you fully dressed,’ Susan continued boldly. ‘Not that you haven’t got a lovely body, or anything—’ She stopped talking, effectively silenced by the look of astonishment on Annabella’s face. ‘It’s just my fantasy,’ she started to explain, ‘to be bare when I’m spanked, and for—’
    ‘I think I understand,’ Annabella cut in. ‘Nonetheless, your impertinence is quite extraordinary.’
    ‘Yes, mistress,’ Susan said quietly.
    ‘And for impertinence there is only one cure,’ Annabella continued, placing her wine glass carefully on the cupboards between a leather strap and a thick paddle of polished wood. Susan barely had time to react as Annabella sat down on the leather seat of one of the bondage devices and took her by the hair. Just managing to set her glass on the floor, she found herself pulled brusquely across Annabella’s knee, a smack landing on her bum an instant later.
    Annabella spanked hard and fast. Susan kicked and squealed, feeling her bouncing bottom warm quickly and knowing that her cheeks would be reddening fast. Her head was down by Annabella’s shoes, a hand twisted into her hair to make it impossible to get up. She heard Paulette’s delighted laughter above her, the black girl clearly enjoying the spectacle of her spanking. Suddenly it stopped, leaving Susan panting across her mistress’ knee.
    ‘Pass me a paddle,’ she heard Annabella order Paulette.
    ‘No…’ Susan pleaded, remembering the broad wooden implement she’d seen on the top.
    ‘Oh yes, Susan.’ Annabella’s voice was gleefully sadistic.
    Susan squealed loudly as the paddle smacked hard against her bottom. It hurt far more than Annabella’s hand, but she was unable to do anything about it. She started to beat her fists on the floor, sobbing in her shame and frustration, kicking, wriggling frantically, but unable to get away.
    ‘No, stop, please!’ she begged. ‘Annabella, mistress! Please!’
    The spanking stopped as suddenly as it had begun. Susan rolled off Annabella’s lap and crumpled to the floor, sobbing and rubbing her bottom. She was vaguely aware that Paulette was looking concerned, but that Annabella was sitting still, looking cool and amused as she reached for her glass.
    Utterly humiliated, her bottom a hot throbbing ball, Susan pulled herself into a sitting position and spread her legs slowly apart. With her vagina open to the woman who had just beaten her, she began to masturbate, looking into de Vergy’s eyes as her fingers found her clit. Annabella returned her stare, mouth slightly open but otherwise as composed as Susan was abandoned.
    Already breathing fast, Susan curled her other hand under her thighs, lifting her bottom and stroking the smarting skin. She felt utterly wanton, intent on making a truly dirty show of herself as she came. Her legs inched further apart as she settled her bottom back on the floor, the boards hard against the sore flesh, her fingers burrowing down into the cleft of her bum.
    As she felt the first flush of approaching orgasm, her middle finger found her anus, popping into the tight hole in full view of both Annabella and Paulette. The ring contracted, firm and damp around her intruding digit, and she was coming, screaming, squirming