Spanking and humiliation.

"I will do anyting if only to appease you, my mistress!" Our plot to ravage Orla was unravelling swiftly. "Right. I'm glad you said that, Orla. It will make this all much easier for you. Richard, pass me the paddle"

Jenny kept a collection of bondage toys that only we had used together so far. The paddle was only one of many artefacts Jenny had used to overpower and beat me into submission. I hoped the paddle wasn't the onlt piece of equipment we were going to use in this sordid act as I would have loved to watch some of the more naughty items in use. She'd hogtied me before and I always imagined what a hot young girl would look like tied up like that. "Oh, and Richard," Jenny called to me, "Get the shackls, dear. She's wriggling too much."

I brought over the shackles Jenny had ordered me to bring forth. She gave me the nod to apply them to our little maid-turned-sex-****. "Thank you, Jenny" I said, breathlessly, my cock swelling, throbbing, gaining in length and thickness by the second. I imagined the look on Orla's face when I finally **** the entire might of it into her. Jenny was right, Orla was certainly a fidget. As I went to grab her hand she resisted. "Now, Now, Orla. You know what you have to do." I reminded her of our little deal, "You do like your job, don't you? You cheap little slut."

Orla looked at me forlornly and slowly offered me her wrist. "There's a good girl," I said as I shackled her ankles together and her hands behind her back. I took off my tie and gagged Orla so she really knew who was in charge. Jenny came forward to take over. I let her have her turn.

"Well, Miss Orla. I knew you must have a lovely little ass, but I must admit I didn't know that it would be this lovely." Jenny knelt behind Orla, stroking her peachy ass and giving it a firm slap. Orla gasped. "Now, now, you filthy hussy. That isn't even the half of it!" Jenny pushed Orla forward so she fell onto the bed. Jenny brought the paddle to Orla's sweet little rump in a swift motion, making a satisfying sound. Orla squeaked as she lay face down on the bed. Jenny brought her paddle to Orla's ass again, it was starting to go a delicious shade of pink. "You've been a terribly behaved girl, Orla. You'll be forgiven after 38 more spankings." Orla let out a moan half way between fear and desire. We hoped that Orla might be starting to enjoy this as much as we were. With every firm slap Jenny counted down the numbers remaining and Orla let out sweet, sensuous moans. With each stroke of the paddle Orla's moaning became breathier and breathier. Each round little buttock was now completely red and tender. Jenny continued to exercise her skill with the paddle until Orla could take no more.

"You still have 10 more lashings to take until you're forgiven. Richard, look at her. I don't think our filthy sex **** could take any more of this. Could you, Orla?" The harlot shook her head. "Well then. We shall have to think of another way you could make this up to us."