The Dominafuhrer - THE GODMOTHER

Episode 35 - A Most Pleasurable Punishment

The music this time was ‘42^nd Street’, a much faster tempo and with more tap dancing sequences. Sophia tried to keep the routine simple but it was not long before Tara missed a step; which put off Eva, who was watching her, and chaos spread along the line.

“Stop!” Bradshaw raised his hand and Justine lifted the needle arm off the still spinning record.

“That was your fault, Tara”, Bradshaw pointed at her. “Your forfeit is to remove your knickers”.

The little Irish girl stared at him in amazement for a moment or two and then shrugged before going through the business of unfastening her suspenders, letting her knickers fall to her ankles, re-clipping her suspenders to her stocking tops and finally kicking her knickers away. She didn’t seem at all bothered about revealing her hairy pudenda as she linked arms again with her dancing partners.

Justine put the needle down again on the run in to the record but the music had barely restarted when Sherry made a complete hash of her first kick and Bradshaw ordered another stop. He frowned at Sherry, who was trembling with fear, and both Miss Spiteful and I tensed ourselves as Kurt paused in his pacing up and down behind the line.

“Remove your brassiere, girl “, was Bradshaw’s sentence and we all relaxed but Sherry was trembling so much that she could not unhook the fasteners behind her back and Tara had to help her out. As well as her small bronze breasts with their black nipples being exposed, Sherry’s white and sweat soaked knickers were virtually transparent and she looked so young and vulnerable in her near nakedness.

When the music restarted, all the girls looked determined not to be the one to make the next mistake and I was enjoying the sight of all those bouncing breasts when Sophia, of all people, forgot where she was and decided to introduce a turn and change arms that she had probably performed before on stage.

“I think that mistake is worthy of punishment by Serjanus”, Bradshaw decided and before it had sunk into Sophia’s slow brain what he had said, Kurt had seized the blonde by her long pony tail. Kurt dragged her backwards, lashing her body with his whip, and then flung her backwards over the padded whipping horse. Her high heels skidded uselessly on the wooden floor boards as she tried to get back on her feet but Kurt got between her open legs and sliced away the crotch of her knickers with his dagger. Sophia’s frenzied screams were silenced with two punches to her body and a slap across the face. Kurt then lifted the front of his own tunic and, bending over Sophia’s body, forced himself into her. His hands grasped her breasts and his hips rocked backwards and forwards until he grunted shuddered and then stood up. He turned round and grinned first at Sherry, who almost swooned, and then at Miss Spiteful and myself.

Sophia pushed herself up off the padded bench, swaying unsteadily as she tried to understand what had had to her, so swift and brutal had been the assault. Her oval face, with its big bovine eyes and prominent front teeth, had a big red mark on one cheek, she also had two purple bruises on her ribs and the remnants of her knickers hung around her suspenders.

A gasping and grunting from Mayberry indicated that he had at last achieved his climax but Clarissa, still keeping her back to Bradshaw, carefully diverted his semen back onto his toga with the palm of her free hand and, smearing a little on her chin, stood up and walked back to her couch.

“Very grateful for that”, Mayberry mumbled. “Thank you Bradshaw”. Mayberry was unaware that the demonstration had not been for his pleasure but to crush Clarissa’s spirit and, if he thought that he was being reinstated into the partnership, he was quickly disillusioned.

“I’m afraid that we couldn’t provide you with a fiddle, Nero,” Bradshaw said, nodding to Kurt. “We did however find you this because you are renowned for blowing your own trumpet”.

Mayberry looked puzzled until Kurt thrust a child’s white plastic trumpet at him.

“That’s my boy Simon’s”, I heard Sir Geoffrey complain. “Where did they get that from?”

“No, no, no”, Mayberry gobbled like a turkey and refused to touch the trumpet until hauled to his feet by Kurt grabbing a fistful of his toga and the green plastic mouthpiece of the toy was stuffed between his lips.

“Now Nero”, Bradshaw laughed. “When the record starts again, you will join in and, if you do not, you will be playing the trumpet from another aperture in your body”.

Sophia was in no shape to rejoin the dancers and the five survivors reformed in a different order with the tallest on the right and the shortest on the left, putting Sherry in the centre. She looked exhausted both mentally and physically but Miss Spiteful and I were willing her to keep going.             

Justine put the needle down on ‘42^nd Street’ for the fourth time and the tired dancers started kicking out again. Mistakes were inevitable, especially with the squawks and raspberries that Mayberry’s trumpet was producing and it was Gisela and Pippa who tangled legs, almost dragging everyone to the floor before they recovered their footing.

“Two of you this time”, Bradshaw mused. “Thank you Nero, we’ve stopped for the moment, you can stop blowing. Now, what shall we do with you two?”

Gisela and Pippa stood together, breathing heavily as they waited to hear their fate and Denis Wilmington had gone pale as if he was about to be sick.

“I think that you two should apologise to each other”, Bradshaw steepled his fingers under his chin. “Just as if you are lovers who have had an argument and are making up afterwards. Carry on”.

The two tall, dark haired women stared uncertainly at each other until Pippa, biting her lower trembling lip, hung her head. Gisela reached out and, lifting Pippa’s chin, leaned forward to kiss her on the lips. At first, I could see Pippa’s fists clenching and unclenching at her sides and then, as the kiss persisted, her hands came forward to rest on Gisela’s hips. The two moved closer together and Gisela put her arms up to Pippa’s breasts, cradling and stroking them with her fingers. Pippa shuddered as her head jerked back but soon brought her face back to Gisela’s and her hands moved round to explore the German’s buttocks.

I was so envious, wishing that I could be part of a threesome with them and very conscious of the rising erection in my knickers.

There was a rustle of nylon stockings rubbing together as Gisela slowly brought her left knee up and down between Pippa’s legs who shuddered again. Gisela dropped her knee, released her hands from Pippa’s breasts and encircling the dark haired girl with her arms pulled their bodies closer together. Lips merged, breasts crushed against each other, hands stroking, pudendas pressing and stockinged legs rubbing, they were as one, shutting everyone else out of their erotic little world. They parted slightly that each could put a hand down the front of each other’s knickers to explore and massage their vaginal mounds, increasing the pace as they reached their respective climaxes which exploded in screams, shudders and soaking wet knickers. When they both stopped trembling, Pippa rested her head on Gisela’s shoulder and the German stroked her back while they both sucked their fingers.

I had broken out in a sweat and had to lick my lips because my mouth had gone dry but I was not the only one effected; Bradshaw had been masturbating beneath his toga, George Harman was shaking his head in admiration, Waveney was still popeyed at the performance, Wilmington had his face in his hands and Mayberry, clutching his plastic trumpet against his chest, looked to be close to a heart attack. But Todd Garrod, still lost in his own thoughts, and Kurt, prowling up and down behind Sherry, Tara and Eva like a caged tiger, were unmoved by the lesbian demonstration.

Gisela gave Pippa a final kiss and the two, their bodies glistening with sweat moved back into the line, touching fingers before they linked arms again.

“Very good”, Bradshaw applauded. “That was much more pleasant than watching Serjanus inflicting punishment. Now, everyone take your places, that includes you Nero, and we shall resume”.    



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