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‘I think you'd better do something about this, don't you?' I suggested.

‘That shouldn't be too difficult,' she said, unbuckling my belt as she spoke, drawing down the zip and, after I had stepped out of my trousers, pulling forward the waistband of my briefs so they would clear the rigid obstruction. I took them off and followed with my shirt, watching as Juliet equally quickly divested herself of skirt and knickers. She pushed me backwards onto the bed, and with no fuss at all mounted me and reached for my hands, which she placed over her breasts.

‘There you are,' she said. ‘You can be as rough as you like with them for as long as you stay inside me.'

It didn't take long, I have to confess. I squeezed and mauled them enthusiastically as I thrust up and down inside her, coming quickly and to Juliet's apparent satisfaction. I lay there, spent, as she looked down at me and smiled, apparently satisfied with a job well done, leaning slightly forward so that the full weight of her breasts was swaying over me.

‘Was that all right?' she asked. ‘Was sir satisfied?'

‘Oh yes,' I told her, ‘sir was well satisfied, but he'd like to ask a question.'

‘Go ahead,' she said, ‘but I'm not promising to answer.'

‘What I'm wondering,' I began, ‘if so many of our acquaintances have tried to pull you and failed, is why you were so quick to agree to come away with me.'

She paused or a moment before answering. ‘There were two reasons,' she said. ‘First of all, your timing was perfect. I didn't really want to go and stay in London with Sheila, so you got that right.'

She paused again.

‘Go on,' I urged her.

‘Well,' she continued, ‘you were never as pushy as the others. Oh, I know you couldn't resist ogling my cleavage, but you never made any cheap innuendos. I always felt that while you were as keen as anybody to take whatever was on offer, you wouldn't do anything until you were sure I wanted you to. Am I right?'

‘Probably,' I told her, ‘but don't kid yourself that I'm Mr Wonderful. The problem with me is that as soon as I see a bunch of guys all behaving in the same predictable way, I immediately want to do just do the opposite. I'm no better than they are, I'm afraid - I just don't like being so obvious.'

‘Whatever you say,' she murmured, lifting herself off me as she spoke, ‘but don't you kid yourself either.' She waited, presumably for me to comment, then continued when I didn't. ‘When you invited me to come with you on this little trip, I knew exactly what my side of the bargain was. You get easily bored when you have time on your hands and you thought you could relieve that boredom by getting yourself some female company. Am I right or am I right?'

‘Yes,' I agreed, ‘of course you're right. But here we are having a great time. Nobody knows about us, nobody's getting hurt. You're filling in an empty few days and getting well fed into the bargain, and I'm getting unlimited access to a very sexy lady. Let's just enjoy it.'

And we did for the next four days. The business was easy, the landscapes were fabulous, the food was excellent, Juliet was a great travelling companion and, if the sex wasn't among the most varied I'd ever enjoyed - until the last evening abroad - it was more than enough to banish any boredom I might have felt.

The last evening was peculiar, though. We'd had another good day, had found another small congenial hotel and had enjoyed a swim in the pool. Juliet was available - as she always was, no problems on that front - but I decided that I really wanted to have a long soak, so I ran myself a bath, stripped off and got in, luxuriating in the soapy water and the knowledge that there was nothing I had to do if I didn't want to. I could hear Juliet moving around in the bedroom, humming contentedly to herself, and I gradually lost all sense of time.

When I woke up the water was still acceptably warm and Juliet was standing over me, a bar of soap in her hand. ‘Really,' she said, ‘do I have to do everything for you?'

The question seemed not to need an answer, so I lay back languidly while she soaped my arms, my legs and my chest. Then she said, ‘I can't reach the interesting bits. If you want me to wash them as well you'll have to kneel up.'

So far the attention had been extremely enjoyable without being erotic, but those words were enough to stiffen not only my sinews. I obediently knelt and spread my knees, so that Juliet could direct her ministrations towards the more ‘interesting bits', as she put it. For the next few minutes she washed me very thoroughly and very intimately. I expected to be hauled out of the bath and quickly dried so that my state of obvious readiness could be turned to account, but she motioned me to lie back in the water.

Then, using the low bathroom stool to kneel on to give her the position she needed, she knelt right over me and fed one of her lovely breasts into my mouth. Clutching in one hand as much of it as was possible and sucking avidly, I placed my other hand on her bum, both to secure her on the stool and also to enjoy feeling her. No sooner had I done this, however, than Juliet took very firm control by wrapping one hand around my erection and rubbing it up and down, pressing it tightly against my stomach as she did so. And so I had it all: a tasty mouthful, a handful of whatever I fancied and a deliciously soap-assisted wank.

The rest of the evening passed pleasantly and the following day was uneventful. It was around nine in the evening when our return flight finally took off, and I was very pleased to have had the foresight to book a room in the hotel near the airport. Juliet phoned Harvey while we were waiting to tell him when to expect her the following day. Then we enjoyed our flight, collected our cases, caught the courtesy bus and found our room.

By now it was too late to do anything other than get ready to go to bed, but it was obvious to both of us that we should celebrate our trip in the best possible way, so I opened the half bottle of champagne in the mini-bar and we both prepared for action, not even pausing to unfasten our suitcases. The preliminaries took their usual form but Juliet surprised me by pushing my hand firmly between her legs and motioning to me that she wanted me to bring her off by hand. ‘You seemed to enjoy it yesterday evening,' she explained, ‘so I thought I'd try it today. And you can have me any way you like afterwards.'

So there I was, thrusting from behind with both hands full to overflowing of manna from heaven, Juliet's bum cushioning my exertions and thinking that this was how the world should end, not with a whimper but a bang, when I became aware that something was very wrong. I didn't at first know what it was, but there was a sense of being observed. Without pulling out, without even releasing my grip, I turned my head, and standing there watching us, his hands on his hips and a broad grin on his face, was a mountain of a man.

I dropped my hands and tried to disengage myself fully, but the mountain spoke. ‘Whoa there,' it said, ‘now don't be discourteous to the lady. You finish what you're doing and then we'll have a little chat afterwards.'

But by now Juliet had turned her head too, and shrieked. ‘Harvey!'

‘Hello, honey,' he said. ‘Thanks for phoning. I guessed this was where you'd be and the rest was easy.'

I climbed off the bed, pulled myself as upright as I could, puffing out my chest, conscious of the fact that it was impossible to look dignified or threatening with a raging erection, and muttered something totally ineffectual. I was conscious also of the fact that Harvey could probably break me in two if he wanted to, that to reach the bedroom door I'd have to get round his mass, and that I'd look a fool if I tried to run anywhere without first getting some clothes.

‘You go and get cleaned up and dressed,' Harvey told me. I began to say something but Juliet interrupted, telling me it was best to do as I was told. When I came back Juliet, still naked, was again kneeling up on the bed but Harvey had removed his belt, which was lying next to her, and was beckoning to me with a pair of handcuffs. Of all the bizarre things that had happened during the past few days, this had to be the most bizarre of all.

He told me to hold out my hands and again I began to argue, but again Juliet told me to do as I was told. ‘Don't worry about me,' she assured me, ‘I'll be fine. This is just a little game we play.'

So gritting my teeth in recognition of my helplessness, I allowed Harvey to secure me to a handle on the wardrobe door and watched. Even though I knew what he was going to do I found it impossible to believe until he picked up his belt and struck the first blow. It was obvious that for such a powerful man he was being very careful. The belt landed square across Juliet's buttocks and I gasped, which was more than she did. Another five or six blows followed; sufficient I'm ashamed to admit to give me another huge erection. Juliet seemed relatively unaffected by them, for she squirmed a bit as each blow landed but made not a sound.

The next salvo was visibly harder, however, and now Juliet began to whimper and squeal as each blow landed. Harvey was standing well back and using the full length of the belt, but I could see it was the shaped tip that was doing most damage, leaving its imprint with each blow while the general impact caused a slight discolouration across the full length of the blows.

There was a pause and then Harvey doubled the belt. He turned towards me and grinned. ‘Now this is where it gets serious,' he warned me. Several more blows landed, really quite severe now. Juliet writhed and sobbed with each one and the pinkish marks began to turn blue and purple. He paused again.

‘Another three, I think,' he said, ‘and then it's your turn for some action.' He looked intently at me, his eyes scanning my groin. ‘I can see you're all ready.'

Now there was hardly any holding back as the last three blows fell in quick succession, one on each cheek and the third right across the middle of her bottom, which was now bruised in several places. At each blow Juliet shrieked as she straightened up and clutched her martyred flesh, but she resumed the kneeling position without having to be told to, even after the third impact.

‘That's enough, honey,' he told her. ‘I think you deserve a little treat now, don't you?'

Agonisingly slowly Juliet lifted herself off the bed, looked at Harvey and nodded. ‘Yes please,' she whispered.

He turned to me. ‘Get your clothes off again,' he ordered, but having only recently put them on I didn't believe what I was hearing, and rather stupidly said so.

‘I said get your clothes off,' he repeated, and for the third time Juliet told me to do as I was told, so meekly and with considerable embarrassment I obeyed. I was still erect, though not quite as dramatically as I had been five minutes earlier.

‘Is that the best you can do?' he asked me. ‘Well, I suppose it'll have to suffice.' He turned back to Juliet. ‘Okay, honey,' he said, ‘the usual?'

Juliet nodded, climbed back onto the bed, arranged a pillow carefully and lay on her back, her bottom on the pillow, her legs apart, her knees drawn up and her mouth-watering breasts still standing proud despite her supine position.

I needed no further telling, and I was more than ready. I mounted the bed and mounted Juliet, certain that the moment I began to move inside her I would be encouraged by a belt lashing my arse.

But I moved and nothing else happened, except that Juliet murmured to me to go on. I began to fuck her quite roughly and she loved it, telling me to do it harder, to give it to her properly, showing more interest in being screwed than at any time during the past few days.

I don't know which of us came first. All I know is that she heaved a massive sigh of relief as I collapsed on top of her, feeling more drained than I could ever remember feeling. I'd even forgotten Harvey completely, and for a few minutes nobody said anything.

Then I eased myself off Juliet's damp and comfortable body, rolled over onto one side and looked for my clothes.

Harvey was holding them out to me, gripping them all in one huge fist as though they were a bundle of rags. ‘Right,' he said, ‘it's a good job for you that you managed to do it. Now get your clothes on.'

I asked whether I could first go to the bathroom to freshen myself up, but he was having none of it, so I shrugged my sweaty body into my clothes.

‘Is that your suitcase?' Harvey asked, and I confirmed that it was.

‘Okay,' he said, ‘now fuck off.'

And for the fourth time during that unbelievable evening, I did just what I was told.

 

 

 

When Mrs Manning told me I was to be put up on the Saturday evening, I didn't know at first what my true reaction ought to be.

To start with, I wasn't absolutely sure what the expression meant, since nobody had been put up during my time at the retreat. Moreover, I didn't know then how serious or humiliating a punishment it was, thinking until Birgit later enlightened me that it was likely to be more of a token than a reality. But finally I was deeply alarmed, simply because I knew so little about it and Mrs Manning had obviously assumed that the girls would already have told me.

I didn't even think my offence was all that serious and I certainly had no idea then who had grassed. Several of us had been out of the grounds to go into the town a couple of miles away, and we'd had difficulty in getting back before the midnight curfew. We'd thought we were okay since Kirsty had left a kitchen window slightly open. I was the last to get in and thought I heard somebody moving about. I assumed it was one of us making for the back staircase but, obviously, it was somebody else checking up, who must have had a good enough view to identify me.