'No! Please, no!', Astrid sobbed. Unable now to squirm her blazing bottom as she wished, she was forced to lie still under the heavy, voluptuous weight of Julia, whose stiff nipples rubbed upon her own and whose hairy bush was couched upon hers. 'Lie still, lie still, and say nothing. NOTHING, do you hear? Or I shall whip you more fiercely, my naughty one', Julia both chided and soothed in the same breath.

'I c… cannot! It is wicked, wicked, wicked!', Astrid choked. Her cheeks, wet with tears, were stroked by Julia's hand. Julia's mouth brushed hers softly.

'Many are the delights of the world that are wicked, my love. Be certain only that mine will eventually prove the most delightful. In but a moment, when the warmth of my breasts and belly and thighs and the hungry heat of my cunt have fully invaded you, I shall leave you here to lie still. Wine and food will be brought to you and then you will sleep. When you awake it will be to find yourself as helplessly bound as you are now'.

'No, no! Oh, Lady Tingle-Julia-let me go, let me go home, please! I swear to say nothing of this if only you will!'

'SHUSH!', Julia commanded her softly. 'There is much for you to learn. Think upon it, Astrid. You will not know what will happen to you when you awake, though it shall not be dire. You will remain a victim of my pleasures until you discover your own'.

'NO-OH!', Astrid's wail came then, but, even as her cry echoed through the sumptuous boudoir, so Julia gathered up her gown and departed smoothly and silently, closing and locking the door behind her.

Eyes glazed and bottom cheeks still twitching from their unaccustomed basting, Astrid wriggled, and then with a sobbing sigh lay still once more. With the closing of the door a terrible silence reigned about her. Once or twice she fancied that she heard muffled footsteps and a murmuring of voices. Each time they appeared to approach, she stiffened within herself and then relaxed again.