He had Gail strip again and admired her sturdy build once more, this time though at close quarters. He tugged at the soft, fleshy lips of the sex and was delighted by how full they were. He ran his hands over her quivering breasts and teased the nipples into throbbingly eager peaks of excitement, despite their earlier abuse. He hefted and squeezed the malleable hemispheres of her buttocks and in his mind's eye saw the cane sinking deep into them and sending out delicious shock waves. Then he went back to her cunt and rummaged inside it, twisting and flexing his fingers inside the impressively wet and accommodating tunnel.

"You've had more than one man up there, my girl!"

She shook her head vigorously. "No, sir. Honest. Just that one 'cos I was broke and needed the money!"

"Then you might have even more of a future than I realised," he said as he went back to the alcove and returned with two lengths of chain and some lead weights with hooks on their tops. "Now let's see how much pain makes you want to fuck. Put your hands up on your head and keep those legs wide open!"

He knelt down and took one of the clamps that sat at the top of one of the chains, settled it carefully on one labia and screwed it closed, making the two flattened ends dig deep into the soft flesh. Above him, Gail's breath caught for a second and then whistled between her clenched teeth. He repeated the procedure with the second chain and her other lip, then he left her with a curt instruction not to move and went to find a riding crop in his alcove. On his return he stood in front of her and showed her the crop and the weights.

"I shall apply the whip to your arse and the weights to the chains from your cunny. When I have reached what I judge to be a satisfactory level of pain, I shall fuck you. And on the quality of that fuck will your future depend."

He squatted down once more and hung a weight from each chain. Immediately there was a hastily stifled moan from above. It was the second time that day her cunt had taken punishment after all and Alfred wasn't going to blame her for complaining a little. He stood behind her and laid the crop against her buttocks, pressing it slightly to see how it sank into the softness. Another cut off moan came from the girl but Alfred ignored it again, lifted the crop away and swung it back in. The contact was deeply satisfying. Gail's bottom seemed to welcome the shaft and embrace it so that it sank into her deeply, and set her buttocks rippling in a way that Alfred had always found most appealing. A scream escaped the girl and her body twisted, making the weights at her cunt swing and clash together, which in turn dragged on her labia and made her knees bend as she sought to close them but remembered her orders.

He gave her three more strokes with plenty of time between each to allow her to recover and at the end she was still standing, although visibly trembling. He went round to her front and squatted down once more, taking up two more weights and holding them where she could see them as she squinted down between her breasts. But before he added them, he felt her. To his delight she was flooding and his fingers were almost swallowed up by her eager vagina. He found four fingers could easily penetrate her. He kept up the stimulation until she was gasping and her legs were beginning to really shake, then he added the weights and stood up, watching her face screw up as she fought to accept the contradictory but strangely complementary bouts of pain and pleasure.

"Good girl," he said quietly, going to stand behind her again. "Four more and then we'll see how you're doing."

"Yes, sir," she ground out between clenched teeth.

The four lashes were again slow and hard but were taken as well as the first four. And when he squatted down to pick up more weights, he was pleased to see her inner thighs were slick and gleaming in the lamplight. To add to her shame he brought a lamp close and held it so that he could clearly see the clitoral hood withdrawn and the sizeable nubbin standing proud and vulnerable. For a moment he considered adding a clamp to the clit as well but reluctantly decided that for a first time, Gail had gone as far as could reasonably be expected. However, she could, and did, take the last weights. But instead of beating her, he made her serve him another drink and told her that if one of the chains was dislodged she would be on bread and water for a month if he didn't kick her out then and there. The sight of the naked girl carefully waddling across the room, the chains and weights swinging wildly between her legs as she tried to pour and then serve his drink, was well worth the evening's work.