Charles was still in a foul mood when he opened the door of his London house and walked in shrugging off his jacket.

His mind was filled with the memory of how Kim's body had felt under his as it squirmed and wriggled. He could remember exactly what her warm skin had felt like and how wonderfully long her thighs were. His fingers had almost brushed the gusset of her knickers when the little bitch had kicked him!

What really irked him was that he still didn't understand why he fancied her so much. He had Annabel and Bianca at his beck and call, the beautiful Simone was due to call round for punishment at the hands of the Prime Minister next week, and would undoubtedly be available for him as well. He had plenty of good looking, compliant women in his life, so why had he been unable to put Kim Burton out of his mind?

He went straight to his study and helped himself to a sizeable shot of his best malt. Bianca came in quietly as he drained the glass. She was dressed as he had told her to every day now, a smart skirt suit with the skirt three inches above the knee. It was nearly dawn but she had been waiting up for him.

"Annabel is asleep, sir. Shall I wake her?"

"No, no," Charles said, "you'll do. Come here!"

The petite woman approached him and stood expectantly in front of him.

"Lift your skirt," he told her and obediently she did, exposing smooth, coffee coloured thighs and her naked quim. He moved closer to her and slipped two fingers up into her vagina. As always she was moist and slippery and entered with ease. He began to finger her, moving inside her, making beckoning motions and twisting them, rubbing against her inner membranes. Almost immediately she began to moan softly.

Charles smiled as the memories of his constituency secretary began to fade in the face of Bianca's unquestioning availability and submissiveness. And his smile broadened as he realised how he could obliterate her memory, certainly for the moment and maybe for longer.

He took his hand out of Bianca and ordered her up to his bedroom, an order the gleam in her eye told him was what she had been hoping for. He had whipped Annabel in front of her for the past three days and she needed seeing to.

When she was naked he tied her down to the bed on her back, using the iron bedhead to fasten her wrists to, and then he lifted her legs and doubled them over her chest, before he spread her ankles wide and tied them as well. She was utterly exposed now. Her plump-lipped cunt actually stood proud of her thighs and buttocks, they were bent back and stretched so tightly, and the dark whorl of her anus was just as vulnerable. Apart from the backs of her thighs and her genitals, buttocks and lower back there was virtually nothing else visible of her. He laid out a selection of whips. Kim Burton's cunt had been taken from his grasp earlier, well he would punish this one until all thoughts of hers were wiped from his mind.

He started her off with a suede-tailed flogger that did no more than warm her up. The tails were quite light and although they made a pleasing smacking sound as they impacted along the length of her sex, she did no more than jerk in her bonds. After fifty or so with that he took off his shirt and picked up a heavier suede flogger and began to throw the lash in earnest, this time he laid the lashes across her, scoring the buttocks on either side of her sex as well as the sex itself. After thirty of those, when she was beginning to gasp and whimper, he swapped the whip for one with square cut leather lashes that were fairly stiff. But before he began with that he stuffed a pair of his underpants in her mouth. Outside, London was beginning to stir but it was still quite quiet and Bianca was sure to get noisy from now on.

He ran the tails through his fingers as he considered his target area and decided to go back to laying the lashes along the full length of her perineum.

From the very first lash he put his full strength into it and Bianca writhed and struggled even as her cunt wept its appreciation of his cruelty. Not until it was fully light and she was sobbing and crying in between orgasms did he stop, undress and look down at the ravaged cunt. The outer labia were bright red and the inner ones an angry, darker red with some black bruising, but in between them the vaginal entrance was as open as any woman's could be. He lowered himself onto her and only had to aim his cock at her, he slid straight in and he removed the gag from her mouth as he attained full penetration.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!" she gasped as he began to fuck her. Her eyes were soft and unfocussed and she rocked her head from side to side while she repeated her thanks with each of his lunges into her. He delighted in her slavish subservience to his pleasures as he made her come again before he finally allowed himself to climax.

Once he had finished he untied her legs and slid into bed beside her but left her wrists tied. He had her spread her legs and lay face down on her to sleep, resting his head on her breasts. His last thoughts before sleep claimed him were that it was time he did some needle play with Annabel's tits - he would do that in the morning - and that Kim Burton had no hold on him anymore.

As if to confirm that, Bianca received an e mail from the Patriarch's private office the next morning telling Charles that Bridgett would be taking over Kim's role in his office in three weeks' time. He was, of course, free to do with her as he pleased.

Having given Annabel her daily whipping and with a fresh spring in his step, he set off for the House, more than ever determined to do the church's bidding.