Mistress had given Amy a break, and she was on it when she heard a woman scream. She slipped between the walls into the secret hiding places, to see what she could see. Screaming women weren’t uncommon in Mistress’ household, and Amy was glad, that for once, it wasn’t her.
Someone was playing piano, so she slipped to the hidden spying place next to the conservatory. A young man, with short dark hair sat naked at the baby grand piano. His back was bright red, and one of Mistress’ heavy leather floggers lay draped over the piano’s mahogany lid. Amy couldn’t see the man’s face, but she could tell where he was looking.
On the other side of the piano was a girl. She looked to be about the man’s age, and she had long blonde hair that cascaded down her back. Her hands were bound behind her back, her legs spread wide by a metal bar attached to ankle cuffs. Mistress stood next to her with a crop in her hand. There was an angry red line across the girl’s large, firm breasts.
Amy smiled to herself as Mistress caught her eye and gave an almost imperceptible nod. Knowing Mistress approved, she slid a hand inside her skirt, to her moistening cunt. This would be good, Mistress’ games were always good, unless you were the one under the lash.
“That was one,” Mistress said to the man. “Look at this red line.” Mistress ran her hand over the woman’s breasts, the woman whimpered. “Make no more mistakes. If you continue like you have been, you won’t be able to see one line from another. I’d continue to beat you, but it’s too obvious you enjoy it.” Mistress stole a glance at his crotch, and Amy realized that the pianist must be hard, rampant and humiliated. She moved her hand faster against her crotch.
The girl whimpered again. “Please, Patrick, play well, like you did for the Duke.”
He nodded, and began to play again, a complex and beautiful piece. His finger slipped, even Amy could tell it was a flat note. Mistress swung, bringing the crop cruelly down on the blonde’s breasts. “Mary,” Patrick cried out, in the process making several other wrong notes.
Mistress swung three times more, and three more bright red marks appeared on the Mary’s breasts. Amy felt her cunt begin to tighten, and slowed her movements down. She wanted to savor this for as long as her break might last.
“I’d suggest you continue playing,” Mistress said, twirling the crop in her hand. Her free hand cupped the blonde’s breasts, and she licked them as the young girl whimpered in pain. “Your nipples are hard, Mary, maybe you enjoy this too?”
“No no no no…” Mary pleaded, as her body betrayed her. Amy orgasmed as the young girl pleaded, a knuckle between her teeth, to keep her quiet.
“Play, Patrick,” Mistress demanded. “And get it right, or I’ll keep whipping your fiancée.”
Patrick began playing again, and Amy realized her break was over. Before Mistress could notice, she slipped away and back to her chores. Maybe next time, she would be under the crop, or learning piano at Mistress’ careful hands.