As Lily tossed her blouse to one side, Lord Arbuthnot couldn't take his eyes off off her superb breasts, her teardrop-shaped nipples. His friend Denby certainly had excellent taste in house staff, even if he was clueless as to how to discipline an insubordinate servant. And the 'mirror room' was certainly an excellent venue in which to conduct her training.
"No, leave the rest on, for the moment," Arbuthnot snapped at the trembling girl. "Do you see whip that I have lain across my lap?"
Lily nodded timorously. Why, why had she scratched Lord Denby when he had reached inside her blouse?
"Approach me. Slowly, so that I can enjoy the jiggle of those lovely breasts."
"Excellent, my dear, " the nobleman whispered. when Lily was only an arm's length away. He could see the beads of fear-sweat on the tips of her perfect breasts. "Now bend down and take the handle of the whip in your pretty mouth."
As Lily bent forward, Arbuthnot could hardly restrain himself from crushing her delicious breasts in his hands on the spot. But there would be plenty of time for that.
The girl straightened, the black handle of the whip between her soft lips.
"Yes, it is rather small, my dear. It's a breast whip, you see, a whip that is best used at close quarters. And those six little strands of leather impart quite a sting, or at least the gesticulations of quite a number of young ladies have led me to think so."
Lily was in a panic now. Was this horrid man really going to whip her tender breasts?
"Now turn around and face the mirror, Lily." Arbuthnot muttered as he rose to his feet. He removed the whip from her mouth, gripping it securely. "I want you to watch as the thongs set fire to your lovely breasts. After six strokes they will be quite pink indeed. After twelve strokes, if not before, you will want nothing more in the world than to cradle them in your soft hands. But if you do, we shall begin again."
"How many times, sir, are you going to strike me?" Lily asked tremulously.
"As many times as I wish, my dear" Lord Arbuthnot smiled with a crocodilian grin. "As many times as I wish."
Arbuthnot paused for a moment to ogle the creamy flesh of Lily's unblemished breasts for a final time. . God, they were lovely.
"Now clasp your hands behind your back, and stand with your feet about eighteen inches apart. Very good.
"Shall we begin...?"
