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of one less than clean hand. 'Tried suggesting that, have
you?'
    'Tried,'
Thomas replied mournfully. 'Tried and failed. She won't listen,
that one. Wilful to a fault. T'ain't right.'
    'She be
female,' Ned chuckled. 'Females ain't right, not like men. Got
udders instead o' brains and—'
    'That's enough
of that sort of talk, Ned Blaine,' Thomas snapped, cutting the
younger man short. 'I thought better of you, a married man with
girls of thine own not that much of an age different.' He looked up
and down the deserted bar, as if fearful that someone might have
overheard his companion's words, but it was still very early and
the place deserted.
    'Aye, well,
then there's little you can tell me about the so called fairer sex,
is there?' Ned grinned. 'Think your self lucky thou've only got the
one female to contend with.'
    'I'd think
meself luckier if I had the two,' Thomas mused. He reached beneath
the bar, brought up a heavy glass and a bottle of brandy, uncorked
the latter and poured himself a generous measure. Ned took another
gulp of his ale and wiped his mouth again.
    'T'ain't going
to be, Thomas,' he said. 'Sooner you accepts that as the truth,
easier it'll sit on you. It'll ride easier with your Jane,
too.'
    'Jane will do
as she's told and accept whatever I decide,' Thomas said bluntly.
'She's not too old, nor yet too big not to get my belt across her
backside and I'm still master in this house, if none other as
yet.'
     
    Adam Portfield
cinched the second breast strap tighter and stepped back to admire
the results of his adjustments. The girl, Kitty, was certainly well
endowed, but now the tightened leather about the base of each bosom
thrust it into even greater prominence, and the cuffs he had added
above her elbows, drawing them closer together by means of a linked
chain, forced her to stand with both magnificent globes thrust
enticingly towards him.
    He reached
into his pocket and brought out the miniature cat-o'-nine-tails.
Unlike it's bigger sibling, favoured so much in the navy, this
implement did not have little lead pellets braided into the tips of
each thong, nor were the thongs themselves more than flat strips of
soft hide, for this whip was intended for purposes other than
simple punishment. Adam had seen slave women come to orgasm under
these flailing fronds and, for all his youthfulness he liked to
think he had perfected its use.
    'Tit whip,
Titty Kitty,' he laughed, seeing how the helpless girl's eyes had
grown round at the sight of the little cat. 'I'm going to punish
those provocative melons of yours and punish them till you cry for
me to tup that pretty little cunny instead.'
    'But, master,'
Kitty whimpered, 'I've already asked you to do that, haven't
I?'
    'Yes, but too
easily, Titty Kitty,' Adam sneered. 'I like my wenches to be hot
and writhing, so they dance on they end of my cock like wild
demons. Now, stand still and hold your ground, else I'll kneel you
down and truss you there.' He stepped forward and, with a flick of
his wrist, sent the nine strips humming through the air. They
landed about Kitty's left nipple, already engorged from the
stringent bondage of her breasts. She let out a high-pitched squeal
and jumped backwards, but there was really nowhere to go inside the
barn stall.
    Again the
flails snaked out, this time at her other breast. She gasped and
groaned, staggering back against the timber partition and Adam saw
her eyes roll, before she screwed them shut. The third and fourth
blows landed with equal precision, reddening the area around each
pouting teat and Kitty writhed against the rough wall, growling and
mewling. Her eyes opened again, slitted now as she peered at her
tormentor through a haze of tears.
    'Bastard!' she
hissed, but Adam noticed how she was pressing her firm thighs
together. 'Noooo!' she wailed, but now stood more erect, making no
attempt to lessen his target area.
    'Brazen little
bitch,' Adam taunted and added two more blows, one to each side. 'I
do believe you're