Katrina's Taming

KATRINA'S TAMING (by Eve Adorer)

Chapter 18 – A Sleigh Ride

On my side on my bed, propping my upper body upright on one arm, for two or maybe three minutes after Mi Li had left the room, I coughed and coughed, before I began to wretch and had to dash to the bathroom to spit out her cum and rinse out my throat.

The feeling with which this episode had left me was one of total confusion. Mi Li had clearly signalled with her delightful fulsome mouth, with its erotic Cupid's bow upper lip, that she loved me, and yet I also felt, totally used.

There had been no pleasure for me in what had just happened; except in the fact that there had been no pleasure for me in what had just happened. The feeling that I had just been used and abused confused my girlmind. I had wanted love. I had been given sex. I had been given sex or, rather, I had given sex. And I now found my cunt moistening at the thought that I had indeed just been used as a means to an end, and that my pleasure was of no account in that encounter.

I showered and dressed to go for an early evening meal. Except for on the special occasions which one always knew about through plentiful advance warning, there were no formalities in Jackie's homes. This was a routine day, and so I merely put on a pair of white micro-panties, a white tee-shirt, a black bottom-hugging micro-mini-skirt, and some three-inch heeled sandals.

I took a deep breath as I left my room, a little unsure now whether, after what had not long since happened between us, I could look Mi Li in her pretty face. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, Jackie, who would be familiar with my footfall, and therefore knowing it was I that was up and about the house as of that moment, put her head round the door of the room she used as her office, and beckoned me in.

My mind instantly went into defensive mode. It must be that Jackie had learned that Mi Li had just had me, and I was about to get the telling-off of a lifetime for seducing Mi Li. I tried to ensure my face showed no more than, what was by now, my willing total subservience to all and any of Jackie's wishes.

I need not have worried. All Jackie wanted to do was to tell me how pleased she was at my full recovery from my torment at the hands of the English legal authorities. She also needed to tell me that I was lined up for a modelling assignment the very next day, and that I could look forward to a sleigh ride.

I thanked her, turned to leave her office, and was surprised to find she had got up from sitting on the edge of her desk and was suddenly standing behind me, causing me to turn by a gentle touch on my left shoulder.

It was then that I smelt her scent: the scent she was wearing. The scent that she must have used very lightly for me not to have picked it up before. There was no mistake as to the aroma. It was the scent that had lingered in the air in my room at Jackie's London home at the time I had been obsessed, that she must have lain with me as I recovered from the spiked chair torture. It was also the scent worn more heavily by the delectable Mi Li.

It's aroma turned my head. I turned my head, my long light-brown hair down to the top of my buttocks, lifting and beginning to sweep over my right shoulder, till Jackie took gentle hold of both my upper arms, and then let go my right arm in an obvious indication to me that she wanted me to turn fully toward her.

And why would I not willingly turn toward Jackie and smile at her lovely face? And so I willingly turned toward Jackie and smiled at her lovely face, running my eyes up and down her familiar pretty features in an expression of my desire to obey her and to please her, and to take full notice of whatever it was that she wanted to call to my last moment attention, and to puzzle more about the scent she wore and what it could tell me, about what had happened and when during my time under Jackie's taming of me.

Jackie took gentle hold of both my hands in hers, leant forward, and kissed me on my forehead. I continued to smile, and smiled the more for this loving token of Jackie's appreciation of me. I then began to move away and waste no more of her precious time, when she kept hold of and took slightly firmer but still gentle grip of my lovely hands, before dropping them, taking me suddenly firmly by the waist and kissing me full on my mouth.

I thought initially that this was just a sisterly kiss; but Jackie's gorgeous lips lingered, and pressed and explored my mouth. I was so astounded that I must have seemed to pull back as if I did not want this to happen. But in a split second I had opened my hitherto astonished and therefore tight-closed lips, to respond to her loving mouth, and to relax surrendered in her arms, so that she might continue the kiss for just as long as she wanted to, or for all the forevers ever, or longer still for all the willingness she would ever need from me.

The kiss, though seeming timeless, can only have been for a half-a-minute at most. Our lips parted and I was left blushing with breathless overjoy, and the holding of myself in readiness for another kiss or whatever Jackie might desire. My smile returned and I gazed soft willing lipped and querulous eyed at Jackie, my eyes asking what her kiss was for, saying kiss me again, asking if she wanted me to ask her for another kiss, asking her for another kiss, asking her if I should kiss her, saying kiss me, saying please kiss me, saying I love you, I love you, I love you, kiss me, oh please please kiss me again…..

…..But Jackie let me go, saying, as I walked away to leave her room with my every single nerve-end attentively attuned to the slightest lightest indication by word or motion that she wanted me to stay, that I was beautiful and that I should always remember that I was her girl.

If my mind had been in confusion before, following Mi Li having me, it was nothing to the turmoil it was in now as I went into the room across the corridor, where Mi Li, Nina and Mina where chatting and eating.

I ate nothing. I sat slumped in a corner with my chin in my hands elbows on my knees for five long minutes, and then ran off to my bedroom for tears of overwhelming confusion, even more overwhelming joy, and yet even more overwhelming longing to be alone to endure and enjoy my wonderful wondrous turmoil.

And as to the winner in the contest between Mi Li and Jackie, there was never ever any real doubt: I was in head, heart and soul, sole and solo, Jackie's girl.

………………

I slept that night better than I had slept in years. I awoke the next morning happier than I had been in years. I was Jackie's girl. Jackie had said that I was Jackie's girl. Perhaps tonight would be the night when Jackie took me to her bed and made love to me.

I showered and brushed my hair endlessly. I wanted to be perfection when Jackie saw me for the first time in my new dawn: no, not just my new dawn, our new dawn, for this was the dream state the kiss from Jackie had got me in. I was heading for heaven or I was heading for a fall. In truth it could have been either, but I was so girl now from my taming that I had absolutely no doubt that Jackie would ask me to marry her.

There was nothing half-hearted about how I felt after Jackie's kiss, and not the shadow of a shadow of doubt in my mind that Jackie was as in love with me as I with her. I had no doubt whatsoever that this was love. I had found the girl I loved. This was true love. This was the truest love of all: the love of girl and girl.

Then a little tragedy struck. We girls with long fingernails can tell tails as long as our nails themselves, about the problems that can befall us. I had been so very careful. I loved my long nails; they were so divinely helplessly sexy. My long nails had no purpose other than that of being decorative. Their very impracticality trumpeted my femininity. The very way they caused me to have to use my lovely hands to overcome their impracticality said "sexy girl", even "very sexy girl".

So, it was a tragedy for me to discover that morning, the very morning I wanted to look my best for Jackie, the morning of my first model shoot for over six months, that I had somehow snagged the nail on my left hand little finger.

I was so annoyed with myself as I clipped it off, as I had to because it was already three-quarters off, and filed that fingernail as little as I could just to tidy it till it could grow long again. I had no idea how I could have caught that nail. It was hardly going to spoil my day, but I did so wish to look perfect for my love.

Then, as I still sat with my red silk dressing gown fallen aside to leave nude my superb thighs, continuing to busy myself in front of my dressing table mirror, there came a knock at my door, followed immediately, by the entrance of Mina and Nina with my clothing for the modelling assignment that day.

The previous day's talk of a sleigh ride, told of the frozen snow that lay outside, even though none had fallen for days. Consequently, it was of no surprise to me, that my clothing for the day would be such as to take account of the sub-zero outside temperature and its complete contrast with the cocooning warmth on the inside of Jackie's dacha, in which I was running a pretty hand along the smoothness of one bare extended leg, inspecting quality and finding expectation of perfection not disappointed.

Of course, the kind of modelling I was now to do, must match my new very sexy image. My "celibate virgin lesbian" image had been shattered by Jackie's having to sell the DVD's of my taming experiences in order that she should not lose money from my being laid-up, recovering from my punishment at law just before we left England.

I had also become aware, that Jackie had film of unseen angles of my very naughty girl's torture on the spike, and that that was going to hit the market, as soon as any downturn in the sales of my girl-cage, spiked chair, and doggy-bitch experiences showed itself.

I was relaxed this day about all this. It may seem strange that that should be so. But why should it not be? Jackie had kissed me. That clearly showed that Jackie considered that I was now tamed. My ordeals were therefore surely over.

The kiss and her words had confirmed beyond doubt that I was now Jackie's girl. Jackie had told me herself directly that I was her girl. I realised that there must be some further time elapse in order for Jackie to organise the event, but I was sure that Jackie must be leading up to a proposal of marriage, perhaps even before the year was out. All Jackie had to do was to ask me to be her wife: there could be no doubt whatsoever that I would accept.

Like all English girls, even mature intelligent and highly educated English girls of twenty-seven, I had always dreamed of marrying in some quiet English country village with a church and spire and thatched roofed cottages with roses around their doors.

I would willingly take the oath to honour and obey. I would equally willingly give over to Jackie all my worldly possessions. That was the sad part. I had no real possessions. I had nothing that I owned that I did not owe money to Jackie for. So why was that sad? It was sad because I would have liked to have brought some kind of dowry to my husband-girl. But, then again, the fact Jackie already effectively owned all I had, had the effect of pre-empting what the law required of a bride anyway.

As a teenager I had always harboured a hankering to marry another girl. Okay, I had been, or at least I thought I had been, or perhaps I should say I thought, when I was a young girl, that I was heterosexual. Even so, like many another teenage girl in my class at school, even the truly heterosexual ones, I counted my mother's copy of "Pink Bride" among my favourite leisure indulgences. It had been the splendour and beauty of the wedding gowns and their accompanying finery that had at that time stoked my desire to marry another girl, not my then seemingly obvious sexual orientation.

In common with my pals, I would rarely read the editorial in "Pink Bride". If pictures are supposed to better a thousand words, the sumptuously glossy pages of that magazine more than substituted for a million.

It was never the husband-girl pages at the back that had fascinated me either. My long lingering dreaming and dreamy-eyed study was always of the pink-bride pages themselves. I had day-dreamed of walking up the aisle resting on mummy's arm, dressed head to toe in soft bridal pink, complete with veil and flowing train.

Neither mummy nor daddy would be able to give their daughter away now, as I had been an orphan for many years. But I could still honour them both by wearing the traditional pink when Jackie and I wed: or was I getting too far ahead in my strangely immature daydreaming?

For today though, and away from my dreams, I was to once more wear royal blue. I was to wear royal blue once more in the exciting form of the fox fur coat I had been given just before my horrible doggy-girl experience.

"We want this shoot to be very sexy", Mina announced. "It's very cold out, but this coat will keep you snug as a bug!" she smiled.

By "very sexy" they meant that I should be naked beneath the coat other than for my garter and the boots they produced for me.

I had not wanted to wear my birthday garter on any old occasion, but on hearing that Jackie wanted me to wear it, after discarding my silk dressing gown, I passed it up my wonderful left leg, to let it rest, gracing me with its livid scarlet lace mini-roses around my stupendous thigh, four-inches down from my oh so smackable bottom.

That they should want me naked beneath my coat went with my new public image. This model was no longer the insipid untouchable "virgin" that my publicity now portrayed my image as having been hitherto, but the new raunchy daring Katrina: a Katrina that had learned from life's harsher experiences.

I did not like this new image, but knew it was the only one that could be conveyed of me now. Necessity had secured it virtue even if its message was that my virtue was virtually gone. I was not now and nor was I ever the fiery hellcat and feisty voracious sexual predator that the words in the captions under pictures of me published in "SapphFire" were now making me out to be. I had also had laryngitis within the first week of joining my church choir after school, and labelling me as a sweet choirgirl who had gone wrong, was just another lie to sell me as a sexual commodity.

I hated this, but I had no choice other than to accept it. I still needed money to live and to pay my debts. Jackie's business interests had taken a heavy financial knock when she decided to relocate from England to Russia. It had not been her wisest decision. I was an asset to her organisation for only as long as my picture on the front cover sold her magazines and DVDs. I must therefore work. I told myself that I might have to continue working even after she and I married.

To go with my new image, for this next round of photographs I was once more to wear pirouette-boots. In a strange way I welcomed the chance to wear them now, because they were so deeply divinely decadently sexy.

The particular pair Nina handed me, each of in turn, were fur lined inside and out, except for the outside of where my feet themselves would be lodged, with grey dyed fox fur, and came up to just below my knees. They were made like the booties I had worn to walk to my girl-cage torture at Jackie's country mansion in England. They had the "front heel", and the rigid steel-cored soles bent to ensure I must stand as if doing a pirouette in ballet: indeed, not only stand but also always walk thus extremely tiptoed.

It had been a while since I had worn such exotic erotic footwear, and I cannot deny that my slit became damp as I felt the old familiar powerful stretched girlmuscular shape returned to my calves, the locked-back dimpling of my knees, the powerful feminine but forceful curvature of my thighs, and the deep concave side-dimples in my firm bountiful bottom, as my two companions once more helped me stand, orgasmically sexily legged, in them.

I was then helped on with my royal blue coat, noting that it now had additional fastenings to prevent its lower half flying open: fastenings I would be glad of in the bitter breeze that was blowing outside whisking up the odd scatter of soft snow from the drifts.

Mina put a huge grey fur hat on my head, covering my ears but leaving my long light-brown hair to fall down the back of my coat to where my beautiful rear curved the rear of the coat out. The collar of the coat was fastened up to my neck, I was given fur-lined gloves, and handed a grey fur muff in which to keep my hands snug and warm on the upcoming journey.

I felt so sexy and so pleased to be made so erotically beautiful for my photo shoot. I could not wait to see Jackie, my love, and have her see me in my astonishingly sensuous "Russian" outfit. It would be some time before I did see her though, as I had to very painstakingly negotiate the wooden stairs down from my bedroom wearing my tiptoeing skyscraper-legging boots.

My heart raced as Nina and Mina led me down the stairs. I could see Mi Li fussing over her camera equipment, ready to take my picture. She spotted us coming and got down to business immediately, snapping away with her combined stills and film camera. Yes, I had found Mi Li, but there was no sign of Jackie. Where was Jackie? Where was my love?

Then, suddenly, Jackie was there. She came out of her office saw me and smiled. She walked across the corridor and opened the door of her lounge, as I negotiated the last few perilous steps in my Eiffel-boots, and went in ahead of me. I could not wait to be with her, as I top-tiptoe-femininely-wiggle-bummy-walked in my full outside clothing to where she would greet me.

I was not disappointed at her greeting either.

"You look stunning my love", she smiled, as she took my gloved hands. "I'd steal another kiss if this were not a professional photo shoot!" she declared.

Then the conversation took a strange turn.

"This is, or rather this was to be a professional photo shoot, but I think you have something to confess to me Katrina, don't you?" The question was posed with sweet gentleness.

I was dumfounded and horrified and my face sought not to show it. She must, Jackie must, have found out about Mi Li and me.

Then there was a face saving knock at the door, and Mi Li came in to photograph me some more. I had so longed to have Jackie hold me or give some other indication that I was Jackie's girl in front of Mi Li. I had so wanted to see the dawning on Mi Li's pretty face of the realisation that I had won Jackie from her.

But now here I was with both girls in the room, and the one I truly and deeply loved to distraction, commanding me to confess, or at least apparently so, that I had had sex with the other. The conversation had been begun and then been interrupted by Mi Li's entry, and nothing more was said as Mini and Nina also came into the room wrapped in fur coats, fur hats, and fur lined gloves and boots.

Jackie and Mi Li then began to dress for the outside cold. It had not recently been much colder than it was this particular day. Spring was far from around the corner, and a light and deep chilling breeze had got up since dawn.

"Let's forget it for now", said Jackie, obviously returning to the conversation I had hoped she had forgotten altogether starting with me. I certainly hoped she would not raise it in front of the other girls. It seemed as if I was safe.

Thank goodness the day was going ahead. I would be all day with my love. Whatever it was that Jackie wished to raise with me was clearly going to have to wait till the evening when we returned. If it had been something she could raise with the other girls there, she would surely have done so. Clearly, it was going to have to wait, as the other girls would also be with us all day.

Meanwhile, I could not help but admire Mi Li's coolness. Just yesterday she had been unfaithful to Jackie with me, and yet she carried on with her picture taking without a flicker of concern on her face. Of course, to some extent this was pure professionalism. Mi Li was a magician with a camera. Her artistry needed her concentration and got it. So perhaps she could turn her memory off whilst she was occupied with her work.

Anyway, when I thought about it, Jackie had said I had been unprofessional. What had affairs of the heart to do with being unprofessional?

I would brave it out and not deny that I had enticed Mi Li to have sex with me. I was girl. Girl has needs. What Mi Li had done with me had only satisfied my need to be paid attention for my girlness. She had merely taken one of my three love-orifices and filled it for her own sole pleasure. It had not been rape, but it had not been love insofar as mutual satisfaction was concerned.

I knew I was under a cloud and that it was a potential distraction from my enjoying the day. We were to go a sleigh ride to somewhere, for me to be photographed in all my winter clothing, perhaps against a wild background of snow covered mountains where it could be made to look that I was all alone in the wilderness, as only the prints of my Eiffel-towering-boots would be seen in the pristine white-blue ground cover, and a lone wolf silhouetted by the setting sun would howl on the horizon. Wow! That would look great!

Jackie had donned her second glove, and at her signal I began my tip-top-tip-tippy-toe teetering pirouette-booted balletically tall feline walk out through the double-doors that insulated the lounge from the outside world, aware of Nina and Mina and, I very much hoped, Jackie' eyes following the highly erotic undulations of my deep-side-dimpled bottom under my coat.

I was snug and warm, but it was not a day for standing still, so I hoped that the sleigh, horse-drawn I assumed, would not be too long in coming. I watched my own breath streaming and steaming from my nostrils, and the other girls wrapping their arms around themselves, as if hugging themselves, to overcome the chill breeze.

I stood to be photographed some more by Mi Li.

It was then that I heard the nostrils of a horse or horses reverberate as it or they breathed out. I looked up. Around the corner from where I was being photographed I could see it. I could see the sleigh and the two gorgeous ponies, black against the blue-white of the snow, and the sleigh, looking for all the world like Santa's sleigh.

The whole set-up was so adorable! And against all my professionalism as a model, I wiggle-steppy-trotted to Jackie as quickly as I could in my steeple-boots and hugged her, before wiggle-trotting to hug the lovely gentle horses and kiss them in my girly joy.

The smile on Jackie's face showed that she forgave me this little outbreak of girlness. And I blushed my perfect English rose blush as she let me be first into the sleigh, thus giving honour to my super-femininity. And as Jackie sat next to me, with Mi Li and Nina opposite, I felt my heart pump wildly and I could not resist putting my head on Jackie's shoulder. As Jackie drew a fur rug over our knees, I smiled my total surrender at Jackie and she kissed my forehead.

Mina drove the sleigh at a gentle pace and I was in a dream of girly joy in the arms of the girl I was sure I was going to marry. All my suffering now had its reward. If Jackie was convinced I was fully tamed and if this was the reward my taming had delivered me, then I would go through it all over again ten thousand, no, ten zillion billion times.

I was a girl head over heels in love in the arms of the girl I was heels over head in love with. This was heaven. I must close my eyes to keep this reality a dream forever. No! I must never close my eyes. This could be a dream and I might wake up to find in reality it had gone.

Was all this romantic wonderland arranged so that Jackie could ask me this very day if I would marry her? Had she a ring in her pocket? Would Jackie propose to me this wonderful day? Would I be engaged to marry Jackie before this perfect day was out?

I would leave all the wedding plans to Jackie of course. It was not right for the bride to interfere with such matters. Husband-girls were best placed to plan such matters. I must not worry my head with things that need not concern me. My only duty, rightly and properly, would be to ensure that I was beautiful on our wedding day, and every day of our marriage of course, come to that.

I hoped I would marry in full bridal pink, but if Jackie only wanted to wed in a civil ceremony before a judge, that too would be perfectly acceptable to me. Then too I would need a gown to go on honeymoon with. I would ask Jackie's advice on that as well. Jackie was so clever. She would know best: a husband-girl always knows what is best for her wife.

As for where the honeymoon should be, Jackie would decide. Jackie should decide. Whatever she wanted was more than fine by me. Perhaps she would ask me, even if it were really entirely her sole right to decide.

There was also the wedding night to think about. Jackie might ask me when my period was due. At least from that I would know whether she wanted to have me for the first time as her wife when I was between my periods, or whether she preferred to take me for the first time as her wife, whilst I was menstruating.

I did not think I would enjoy sex whilst I was menstruating. To some husband-wives, of course, it was very important that their bride did not enjoy sex. The enjoyment of sex, or rather gaining pleasure from sex was considered by many to be very bad for the character of bride-girls.

This was indeed modern thinking. Or at least it was regarded as modern thinking, even though I recalled reading about it as a teenaged girl. Physiologists had written articles I had read just the once or twice in "Pink-Bride", saying that sexual denial and frustration were excellent means for keeping a bride-girl under control. "Why Bride-Girls Should Never Have an Orgasm", went the headline.

These articles reminded the reader that it was the bride-girl's duty to service her husband-girl in any and every way that the husband-girl might demand, but that there was no concomitant duty on the husband-girl.

However, should a husband-girl, as was recommended by the articles, decide to deploy sexual frustration to control her wife, in order to guard against any possibility of her wife indulging the evil of masturbation, she should buy her wife one of the many modern chastity belts available.

I loved sex. I hoped that Jackie would not be one of the husband-girls who deprived her bride. However, if it was the price of being her wife, I would accept whatever Jackie required or denied me in that regard also.

Such was the girl state of my mind that, as I cuddled up to Jackie, these thoughts went round and around my dizzy pretty head.

Even as I cuddled close to Jackie in the morning cold air, the thought that I was also avenging Mi Li's selfish use of me had not been forgotten, and with the wonderful disguised peripheral vision that all girls have, I awaited Mi Li looking up at Jackie and I, to time my getting closer to Jackie, or my genuinely adoring looks into Jackie's eyes.

Progress in the Santa sleigh was slow. I cared not. For me it could go on forever, but we eventually came to a halt in a clearing in the pine trees that enforested this particular area.

It was back to work for me now. Although I did not want to, I must let go of Jackie's arm and take up station wherever they would have me posed for Mi Li to photograph me. My one consolation was that at least I could look forward to snuggling up to Jackie on the journey back.

The other girls were held back, and Mi Li, who always directed her own photo shoots, asked me to walk into the pristine snow, and then turn toward the camera and look distressed.

As it had been twisted and tangled by the cold breeze, my hair was brushed out straight again. I then wiggled girlilly in my skyscrapering boots leaving a trail of deep boot-toe-end impressions in the snow, as I walked slowly in a curved path, as I thought that would add drama, and then turned and showed to the camera what I fine little actress my modelling experiences had now made me.

This was the "distressed beauty alone in the wilderness of snow" series of pictures I had imagined might be taken.

I was very pleased with this start, the chance to show off my lovely "Russian" clothes to my adoring readers, and how wet it always made me between my legs to think of all the pretty girls who masturbated to a cum looking at my compelling erotic beauty.

I top-tip-of-tiptoe-tiny step trotted back to the group of girls my gorgeous light brown hair being lifted and twisted in the increasing cold wind. Although I was warm at the moment, especially after the sleigh ride with the fur over my knees, and sharing Jackie's warmth, I hoped this session would not go on for long, because the weather seemed to be defying the forecast, certainly the wind was bitingly bitter now.

Even as I waited around for the instructions for my next pose, Jackie called out, "I think you have something to confess to me, don't you Katrina?"

It was the same question again! Jackie was homing in on me, working on my conscience, pushing me to confess about Mi Li. It was the same embarrassing question now made even more embarrassing because it was being put to me in front of the other girls this time, including Mi Li herself: something I had comforted myself that Jackie would not do.

I just could not think of what to say. I was about to respond, and would very likely have blurted out something entirely foolish, giving away all that I would have preferred, and Mi Li would most certainly have preferred, I keep hidden from Jackie. But then Jackie's interrogation took a strange turn……….

"Perhaps a fingernail?" said Jackie.

I heard but I did not understand. What was Jackie talking about?

The cold breeze caught my hair and wafted it across my mouth. I had to take off a glove to put my hair back over my shoulder. Of course! I had split the end off the nail on the little finger of the hand still at the moment with its glove on. That was what Jackie was talking about. What a relief!

"Is there something you need to tell me about a fingernail my love?" Jackie asked.

Her calling me "my love" sealed it for me. I went into a complete dizzy-girly spin of flustered and flummoxed joy and excitement, and blushed the deepest of English rose blushes, because the girl I loved had called me "my love".

I headily readily confessed to the accident with the fingernail on the little finger of my left hand, even taking off my other glove, despite the cold, to display my lingeringly-long bendy-back-fingered left hand and show the damage. Mi Li moved in to take several pictures of this totally minor detraction from my otherwise completely pristine appearance.

I was so relieved that Jackie was only talking about just this entirely trivial thing and not the big issue of Mi Li having had my mouth.

"I am surprised at you Katrina", Jackie responded in a measured steady unemotional voice. I watched the condensation steaming from her pretty lips as she scalded me with her tongue.

"I really am surprised at you. Not only surprised, but also very disappointed. This was to be a professional photo session and you are a professional and experienced model. How could you let me down so? How could you be so downright clumsy and careless as to break a fingernail on the very eve of a modelling session you were given plentiful forewarning was coming up for you?"

I felt a strange dread coming over me. None of Jackie's questions sought my answer. All I could do was to let the tears misting my eyes answer for me as I tried to smile at her.

"I will not have this kind of conduct from you. I will simple NOT put up with this kind of thing", she continued in the same tone, a tone of quiet sorrow rather than of fire and fury.

"Katrina my love, how could you?" asked Jackie, "I, of course, knew about the fingernail. The cleaning staff found the broken end in the waste bin next to your dressing table this morning and, quite rightly, brought it to me. Part of my disappointment, my love, is therefore that I even had to ask you if you had something to tell me, when it should have been obvious to you that you needed to tell me about your fingernail."

"Today's whole modelling session is cancelled and will have to be reprogrammed because of you Katrina. I have had to get the editor of 'SapphFire' to find a new cover-girl and change the contents of the spring special", Jackie continued in a mildly upset-at-being-let-down tone.

"There is no use for it. We might as well call the whole day off right here and now Katrina. Just get undressed".

I hung my head in shame at what my carelessness had cost my love by way of upset and, no doubt, money. I was on the verge of tears. The day I had so been looking forward to was spoilt. Surely they could photograph me so as to hide that I had one disproportionate fingernail. It was only the nail on my smallest finger. Could they not use computer trickery to cover it up?

I began to wiggle walk toward the sleigh, to no doubt take a further telling-off from Jackie for my lack of consideration on our way home.

"And where do you think you are going?" Jackie enquired with a hint of mockery in her voice.

"Home to undress" I answered innocently.

"I told you to undress, I did not say we were going back to the dacha", Jackie snapped.

The gust of the cold breeze blew again. As I stood indecisively and hesitantly, another mischievous breeze once more took my lovely long hair and wrapped it across my pretty lips. It was a particularly strong gust and a flurry of loose snow it carried hit my coat below my waist.

"I told you to undress" Jackie calmly repeated.

"No. Please. It is so cold…….." I begged.

"I told you to undress. You may leave on your boots and your garter, but you will strip otherwise totally naked, and do it right here and right now. The cold is not my problem Katrina", Jackie commanded once again, patiently.

Unusually, I felt a strange petulant temper come over me. I would show her. I began to strip as if I didn't care.

Mina took my muff. I took off my right glove, and once again put my breeze-scattered hair back over my shoulders. I handed her that glove and then my left one.

Then, as the frightful cold bit into me, my little spat of temper had gone; quite literally cooled by the air I stood in. I now stopped undressing and looked appealingly at Jackie. Her face made no answer.

I took off my hat and the breeze chilled my face as it once more wildly twisted my free-flowing hair.

I slowly unfastened my wonderful royal blue and grey, fur-lined and fur covered outside coat. I drew it back and then covered myself again. I took a deep breath and pulled it off my shoulders baring my breasts, and then eased it from the whole of my beautiful body.

I slipped my coat down my lovely slim arms, and then hugged it to me to feel the residual warmth from my body having worn it, as that warmth faded into the horrible deep chill of the morning air.

Mina held out her arms. Already beginning to shiver, I folded the coat, and obediently and passively handed it to Mina.

I stood in the fiercely freezing cold and the bitterly biting breeze on the hard snow covered ground wearing only my Eiffel-boots and my sexy scarlet garter. My teeth began to chatter involuntarily, and I hugged my chest with my arms, on the ends of which my pretty fingers were already chilling.

Nina now came to me, and clipped around my neck, a leather head-brace, with girlacles at its rear, into which she padlocked my wrists, so that I stood with my arms helplessly held up aloft and my wrists tied behind my neck.

I looked to Jackie for the slightest sign of mercy in her eyes. There was none to be seen.

My body goose-pimpled all over, and my girlmuscles began to twitch, not least in my divine buttocks, as the cold began to soak and saturate me.

Tiptoed as I was I began to wriggle on the spot sexily to try and induce some warmth within my muscles. Even without asking permission, I started to dance my glorious legs up and down on the spot as the only way I could think of to combat the terrible chill, as my body was already beginning to turn pink with the cold cutting into it.

"You will stay out here and you will stay naked until you beg to be whipped Katrina" Jackie announced.

I shuddered from head to tiptoe as the breeze cruelly kissed my naked curves and I began to beg, in a voice stuttering and juddering as was my jaw with the cold, for them to give me my clothing back.

And, even though Jackie had announced the photo session to have been aborted, Mi Li was busier that ever photographing my body, which was turning blue with the deep unrelenting unforgiving unmerciful refrigeration of my whole body.

The icy chill of snow flicked up by the wicked breeze hit my bare breasts and I begged for mercy.

Nina had a long thin headmistresses' cane in her hand and lifted it, ready to use it on my twitching bottom atop my legs helplessly trembling with the deep bitter cold. But Jackie restrained her and reminded her that I had not just to ask, but to beg to be whipped.

I had been naked but for fifteen minutes at most now, but the terrible, terrible cold had numbed my feet and my fingers were white-blue and tingling. My nipples stood hard as rubies on my juddering breasts and my whole body was dancing, completely out of my control, with the St Vitas twitch of sexy muscles as I shuddered and shook uncontrollably turning to an incredibly erotic blue in superb contrast with the only item of clothing I had left with which to combat the dreadful cold, the scarlet garter on my erotic thigh.

My breath steamed in a stream from my mouth and flaring nostrils, taking even the inner core of my body heat with it.

"Whip me, please whip me!" I cried out, the condensation of my breath as I called out being blown around my almost statue hard frozen face by the bitterest of cryingly cuttingly cold winds.

Nina lifted her cane. But, once again, Jackie held her back.

"She is to beg, not merely to ask" Jackie ordered.

I shuddered and juddered from head to toe now. Mi Li took film of my breasts doing the lewdest of dances. I could not hold myself still. I fought to release my wrists from the girlacles but was losing my strength to the cold, the numbing, biting, unrelenting refrigeration of my body.

I shook my head as I involuntarily danced without moving my feet. My body swayed sexily as my muscles twitched and I cried out for mercy in a stuttering stammer caused by the uncontrollable rhythmic teeth-chattering opening and closing of my pretty mouth.

I was now so very very cold that my mind was begging to drift………I had only one escape…

"Whip me, please, please whip me!" I cried out in a crazy stammer that I could not recognise as my own voice………

Jackie nodded. Nina drew back her cane and brought it down on my naked enticingly twitching left bummy curvature, with a resounding tremendously terribly painful THWICK….

I screamed with the pain, so increased, so incredibly increased by the cold, the acutely cutting continuous complete cold that had permeated the whole of my nude body. Agonised, I stood now, light blue close to catastrophically chilled to my core, and with a livid red stripe among the still uncontrollably muscularly twitching beauty of my left bottom cheek.

"Whip me, please, please whip me!" I begged once more.

Jackie motioned me to bend over.

I was shaking so incredibly that I could only carry out her command with the greatest difficulty and I bent only momentarily before Nina swished the cane through the icy air and it kissed the tops of my blue-cold thighs and my frozen love lips with the cruellest THWICK followed by the loudest scream from me and ending in a muffled screech as I fell fully forward naked onto the snow.

Mi Li took photographs and film as I lay on my face in the snow, and then, at Jackie's instruction, Nina and Mina lifted me, unfastened my wrists, removed my collar, and put my coat around me, before carrying me to the sleigh. Once I was on the sleigh, Jackie had both fur rugs put over me, and then sat next to me for me to get some benefit from her warmth.

I was still shuddering uncontrollably as I flung my arms around her and kissed her cheek and told her I was sorry and that I loved her.

The sleigh was much quicker on the return journey and warmth was returning to my body as we got near Jackie's dacha. And with that returning warmth came a throbbing pain from my cane strokes. And with that throbbing pain from my cane strokes, especially the one that had kissed my cunt lips, came my nectar. And Jackie looked at me as she heard my sexy gasp, and she knew that my love juice was wetting the seat as I looked at her lovely face with my eyes vacant because of my hyper-arousal.

As we arrived back at the dacha, before turning on her heels and going into her home in advance of us all, Jackie instructed I be taken indoors and put in my bed.

Wrapping my coat around me, Mina and Nina helped me in my graceful wiggle-walk back to the house. Once in the house, the girls put my coat and hat properly on me and fastened my coat closed.

I was in a daze of pain and shuddering and juddering and yet the highest of high sexual arousal despite the incredible terrible chill that frosted my body to its very core. Mina and Nina took me to my bedroom, and put me into bed, still fully clothed in my boots, my garter, my coat and my hat. They then pulled the heavy duvet over me, kissed my forehead in turn, and left me.

What happened next I for a long time thought I must have dreamed. For out from the shower came, naked and oh so very wonderfully lithe and lissom and perfectly girl, the love of my life. Jackie pulled back the duvet and unfastened my coat, before putting her naked hot body on me, and wrapping the coat and the duvet around us both. She then rolled me over so that I was on top of her. My deep frozen body having begun, just begun, to draw her wonderful warmth, she scattered kisses all over my face and started to rub my back to warm me. As I slowly began to respond by a tiny lessening in my constant shivering, she positioned herself so that my right thigh, still shuddering and numb as ice, was between her lovely legs and being defrosted by her moist quim. And Jackie's lovely hands felt the contours of my delicious rump until her right hand found the weal that the first cane stroke had given me, and I yelped and involuntarily jerked even at her extremely gentle touch. And as she eagerly felt the deep red welt in my left bottom cheek, and ran her gentle fingers down its full still very painful length, I continuously winced and gasped jerked and twitched, and I heard Jackie's unbelievably sexy moans and frequent and louder and increasingly sexual gasps soaring to her sinful sensuous shudders and her critical crying-out crisis as, to my justified jubilant joy, uncontained and unrestrained she obtained orgasm originating from my overwhelming body.