“Please don’t,” she begged as her sex gave a quiver, but Victor squeezed harder until her eyelids brimmed with tears of pain.

“Answer.” he barked and pulled on her nipples, stretching her breasts towards him.

Amelia kept her mouth tightly shut. What was happening to her? The pain seemed to provoke her arousal. Even the tight grip with which Charles Dunkerley held her seemed to add to her excitement. Her sex was tingling and the growing heat in her belly clouded her thoughts. Bewildered, she struggled for control.

“I'll make you talk,” Victor said and dragged her deeper into the dining room. She stumbled across the carpet, the cloth around her hips falling away, and hands with twice the strength of her own bent her across the table.

“Take her wrists,” Victor told Charles, and Amelia felt them seized and her arms stretched out before her. Victor’s hand pressed her to the tabletop. The touch of the cool wood, hard and unyielding, was somehow thrilling in itself. For one stomach-churning moment Amelia thought Victor was going to enter her, and then a fiery pain stung her bottom. She yelped, and Victor’s hand cracked down again, heavily, making her cry louder.

He spanked her hard and quickly. With every blow, Amelia jerked and twisted in a vain effort to escape, and cried as much in humiliation as in pain. She could feel the flesh of her buttocks yield to the force of Victor’s fiery hand then bounce back as it lifted, only to yield again beneath the stinging torment of another ferocious smack. It was unbearable. Yet, unnoticed at first amidst the fire, another kind of heat was growing in Amelia. Her glowing sex, already stimulated by the sight of the phallus, began to pulse and then to throb. She felt the weight of Victor’s hand pressing her soft belly to the hard table, forcing her stiff-nippled breasts against the wood, her arms restrained by Charles’s iron grip.

Exciting, sensual sensations flooded her and vanquished her will to resist. With a despairing cry, she lost control. Tossing her head, she saw Charles looking at her and knew he could not fail to see her lust. She squirmed under another fiery blow and her wet lips parted in a cry that was more of pleasure than of pain. Charles expression showed disbelief. He let go of her wrists and paced around the table. Victor’s palm cracked down once more on Amelia’s wriggling bottom and then the blows stopped. She looked back and saw that Charles was holding Victor’s arm, preventing him from striking.