Chapter 17

The two servers that served our dinner came in with a cart full of beverages. That was very welcome. Ilse grabbed two water bottles before offering her mother sips of water, which Jutta eagerly drank. Helga was sitting on Martin’s lap and he was tenderly comforting her, kissing away her tears. Here, they accepted the water bottles as well. In the meantime, people were busy decorating Sylvia’s body with words but with little drawings as well. I stood aside from the group. They all knew each other well, probably for a long time, so their discussion flowed naturally. Mistress Olivia, you know the one with the polished boots, came towards me.

“How do you like your first Kink Kinta night until now?” She started.

“It’s overwhelming, if I’m honest.”

“Yes, I can see that. A presentation like we have seen just yet is not standard play here either. I don’t know what I admire more, his skill with the whip or her willpower to hold her posture through all of this. We are in for some more very interesting entertainment tonight, so your first night here is great.”

“I look forward to it”, I said politely.

“Your slave girl is interesting as well. A lot of potential there. Perhaps in the future we can swap slave girls for a while. This one here, she caressed the hair of her lover that sat at her feet, is a 100 percent lesbian, but she loves it if I lend her sometimes to a powerful straight man as well.”

With no intention of doing so, I agreed to it, saying “perhaps, who knows?” She smiled knowingly and said her goodbyes.

“Ladies and gentleman, Masters and Mistresses, may I have your attention, please?” Olivia’s voice resonated through the room. “We still have a certified slut hanging here having the time of her life and she is oblivious to what has happened here tonight. I suggest it’s time we bring her back to civilisation.”

With gentle hands, Ilse loosened the lace from behind, allowing the hood to fall away from Jutta’s head. Olivia used her long nails to remove two earplugs. She looked at Ilse.

“How many orgasms did you count, slave Ilse?”

“Twelve, mistress Olga.” Ilse almost whispered, clearly intimidated by the tone of voice and the big woman before her.

Olga slapped Jutta’s right cheek hard. “Well done, slave Jutta. Did you enjoy coming for a change?”

“Yes mistress. Very much so,” Jutta said.

“Good, now you have had your pleasure. Tell me what comes after pleasure, slave girl!”

“Pain, mistress Olga.”

“That’s right. And tell all the nice people here who you have chosen to punish you.”

“Master Koen, mistress Olga.”

“Yes, Master Koen indeed. If you don’t mind me asking, what type of punishment did you end up choosing?”

“A spanking, mistress.”

“Using his pants’ belt?”

“Please no, mistress. If it pleases Master Koen, I would like an old-fashioned spanking with his big bare hands, and me folded over his lap.”

“You just want to feel his gigantic cock against your belly, slut. Tell me how many spanks you have earned.”

“Twelve orgasms times 10 is hundred and twenty spanks. Is that too much, master Koen?” Jutta asked me.

“You sit on it tomorrow, not me.”

In the meantime Ilse had freed her mother from the St. Andrew Cross and was and made neat bundles of the ropes. Jutta approached me in a somewhat staggering manner. After being forced into one position for a long time, you try to walk. Most people complain after two hours on a crowded plane. People around me pulled away some chairs to make room. Jutta bent over my lap, her hands resting on the floor and unbidden raised to her toes. I didn’t tell her to do that; she volunteered. I caressed her buttocks, and softly scratched her, building up tension.

“Do you want me to count them and ask for the next one, master Koen?” she asked.

“Ilse, as you are her partner in crime, you can count them out loud and beg me to give your mother the next one.”

“Yes, Master Koen”, sounded from the back of the room. “Please start spanking my mother with a very hard spank.”

I did what she asked. Goosebumps appeared all over Jutta’s back and even on her backside as she shivered.

“One master, may she have another one, please, please, please?” Ilse said.

I delivered the first ten rather quick. Too fast to give her daughter the chance to beg for the next one. The next ten slow with lots of caressing softly, the flesh that was getting warmer. It was me who was getting warmer as well.

I addressed my girl and said: “Take my jacket and shirt off, little one. It’s quite warm here.” By now, I’m sure Jutta could feel my erection, but if she had any objections, she didn’t show it. I’m not ashamed of my torso. I keep myself in shape and in contradiction to most of my peers. My stomach muscles were still doing their job, keeping everything nice and tight.

“Lets continue, shall we? I don’t want to bore you to death so Ilse, why don’t you just count instead of that constant begging to beat your mother harder.”

“Yes, master”, Ilse’s soft voice came from afar.

The series 20 to 50 were moderately hard and in rapid succession. Not only on Jutta’s buttocks, but on the back of her thighs as well. Apart from some heavy sighing, she still had not uttered a sound.

I bent over and kissed with small butterfly kisses her buttocks. Heat was radiating from it now. My hand wandered off between her legs and immediately she shifted her feet outward so I had better access. It didn’t surprise me that the slut was already wet. With one finger in her pussy and my thumb stroking her clit, she soon was humping on my lap. Our audience laughed.

“She is a slut, isn’t she? But can she keep quiet for the next 50 spanks? Let’s see.” I started in a pleasant rhythm and kept going until I reached 100. All predictable with the same interval between the spanks. I caressed her butt again, now much warmer. My cock felt like it was going to burst into streams of semen every minute now. Better get this show off the road before I would humiliate myself instead of Jutta. I tested her waters, but she was even more wet than before.

The last 20 I decided not to be so predicable. So a few spanks like an automatic machine gun and then two minutes nothing but caresses and the probing of my fingers between her legs. It was the first time she moaned, but it wasn’t because of pain; more because of her unfulfilled desires. I unleashed all my strength in the last three spanks, without holding back, and struck her with full force.

“120”, Ilse said without emotion, just like she had done all this time. She didn’t seem affected by the punishment of her mother at all. She helped Jutta to stand straight, but Jutta immediately sank to her knees before me and asked.

“How can I reward you, Master Koen, for giving me the punishment I deserved?” She didn’t look me in the eye, but was looking at my rampant erection. I had no intention of fucking her here with all these people here, including my own wife.

“I’m working up a good sweat, little one. Why don’t you use your tongue to dry off my entire upper body, including my armpits? And make sure you don’t miss a spot.”

People applauded. I didn’t know for whom or for what. Jutta’s little tongue swiping slowly over my upper body felt divine. If you leave this world without the pleasure of a woman genuinely and intimately licking every part of your body, you will have missed a truly marvellous experience.

After a brief pause, mistress Olga reclaimed the floor to speak.

“Friends, we have another big event scheduled for tonight. Mistress Jutta, perhaps you would like to explain it to those of us, who are as yet in the dark about Ilse.”

The instantly promoted slave to mistress said, “As you all know, I’m not just the mother, but also the owner of slave Ilse. And I made enquiries about who might be interested in buying her. Master Martin here said he wouldn’t want to buy an untrained slave, but he was interested in renting her for a year. He assured me that after she was trained, her value could double, or even triple. In the interest of a good return of investment, I am a businesswoman after all, I took him up on his offer. And what would be a better time to do the transfer ritual than here, in Club Kinky Kinta?”