Root of All Evil

Signora Nombra left my side, telling me to stay where I was. She went to the back corner of the room, seizing a fist full of thin, green shoots stripped of their leaves. Signora brandished her hand of lithe switches, "Leah you must now receive the lashing of the flesh. The infliction of the stings on your flesh will focus your spirit onto your mortal flesh. Your affliction will make you alive and connect you with your own flesh and enlarge your desires." As I was listening with fear, Signora brought the switches across my upper chest without warning. It stung. I yipped in surprise and in pain.

Signora watched me, walked around me and whipped the shoots across my left shoulder. I yipped once more. Another swift blow fell on my right shoulder. I winced with a muffled umph. My shoulder blades warmed with the welts; the stinging was sharp but did not last long. Signora stood behind me; the anticipation of the next blow was excruciating -- maybe more so than the actual snap of the fronds upon my skin. A stinging snap flew across my buttocks. I spread my legs to brace for the next smarting smack. I was surprised to notice that I was dripping wet with my natural lubricating juices trickling out of my pussy.

Another swipe of the switches stung my ass. I grunted in both pleasure and pain. Signora took notice of my response and returned to look me in the eye. "Leah, perhaps the affliction of the willow is not as bad as you first feared?"

I shrugged my shoulders, not sure exactly what had come over me. I was smarting from the quick flicks to my flesh; but as Signora Nombra has said, the purpose of this step was to make me feel 'alive and connected to my mortal flesh and enlarge my desires.' I was surprised at how this wrinkle was playing out in my flesh. I didn't like it, the infliction made welts on my skin that burned. But I was thinking that somehow, at the same time I loved it. It was weird, my desires were enlarged to be sure. My dripping pussy did not lie.

Signora said to me, "Bend over!" I followed her command, putting my hands in front of me, my ass in air, my tits hanging down like ripe fruit. I was excited to take it again. Signora spanked me with her willow branches with a few quick strokes. My pussy welled with warmth and flowed as I connected to my flesh and loved the sensation of enlarged and stinging desire beginning to glow between my legs.

"That is enough for you now Leah. Come on out." My legs were a little shaky and weak after the thrill of being bathed with Signora's herbal sponge and the discovering of fiery arousal of my flesh ignited by sharp snaps upon my ass. Signora helped me step out of the symbolic vaginal spring of life and back onto the terracotta tiled floor. She tossed her switches onto a long table pushed against the wall. With both hands free she began running them across my excited nipples and the ridges of pink flesh rising from my shoulder blades and buttocks. Signora had a sly grin as she petted my bottom and then moved her hand between my thighs.

"Sometimes the girls who come to me surprise me. Not often, but sometimes. I did not read that in you when you came to me. You surprise me." I was wet, slippery and aroused after being flailed with her green sprigs. I surprised myself. Signora watched my eyes as she slipped two fingers inside my cleft, bathing her fingers in my sex fluids before gliding up to touch my clitoris. With a little tease of a rub on the nub, I went into a shudder. Signora withdrew her fingers, put them to her mouth and tasted me.

"I taste the herbs. I taste life, green life. Your womb has many possibilities for nurturing and growth. It is too early, but I believe you may possess a powerful, feminine magic beyond most girls. You may have a gifted womb, a womb that can change life -- for good or for evil. Leah we will explore this gift of yours, but if you have the gift, you must be careful with how you use it."

I treasured her words. Signora Nombra was the first person to see me for who I was and who believed that I had special gifts. This is all that I wanted, to be loved and appreciated for who I was and to give my love and my gifts to Jake. I did not tell Signora Nombra that I had a gift for growing plants. I thought that it would sound boastful and may not even be what Signora was referring to. I was pleased to hear her words and left it at that. This was a wonderful and eventful afternoon already; I'd didn't want to jinx it with a stupid question.

"Help me with this table. We are going to set it over the spring." I grabbed one end of the long, narrow table, positioning it over the opening from which the spring flowed. "Put the legs into the two holes to secure the table, I'll put my end into the other holes up here," Signora instructed me. With the table secure above the shallow spring-fed basin, I reached for the bundle of willow switches to remove from the table. Signora put her hand to my arm, "No, I want you to leave those on the table." She had something going on in her mind, I didn't know what. Maybe I was going to get another spanking?

Signora Nombra said to me, "Leah, lay down on the table. You are ready for the last portion of your introduction. Your flesh has been afflicted, you have received the stings to remind you of your mortal flesh. You came to me like a fallow field in winter, barren and empty. With the application of my switches, your field has now been plowed, your flesh broken. Now you are to receive the tender planting for the coming of a healing spring season. I intend to renew your feminine identity, that you may blossom and grow and reap a harvest of your intimate desires."

I crawled up on the table as I was told, stretching out on my stomach, letting my nipples and boobs press into the smooth boards. "Place your vagina directly over the vagina of the earth below you. The life that flows from our mother earth will flow into you." I shifted my hips as Signora had directed. Signora gathered two flasks from a shelf and mixed them in a glass bowl next to my head.

"Is that lavender that I smell?" I asked after inhaling the scent.

"Yes. Lavender, olive oil and a few secrets," was Signora's answer.

Signora dipped her fingers into the fragrant bowl and ran them over my back. "The oil and herbs will soak into your skin. These ingredients will plant tranquility into your flesh after it has been broken and excited by my earlier stimulation. A soothing peace will rise from within you and bring with it your feminine core."

I relaxed under Signora's firm massage, letting the tranquility she promised seep into my skin. Her hands worked my shoulders and neck, down my spine and tenderly across my ribs. My stinging welts calmed down, replaced by a pleasant haze. More oil was rubbed into my back and shoulders. Signora's skilled hands trickled down my backbone, climbing the soft curve of my rump. More oil and soft massaging of the strikes she had inflicted with her willow sticks. Signora dribbled oil on my cheeks, smoothing it with firm strokes down the backs of my legs. Returning to my bottom, more oil was applied as she kneaded by furrowed ass flesh, bringing a soothing satisfaction that rose from the center of my hips. Her oiled fingers pressed into my glutes with repeated manipulations of my doughy bottom.

Oil was poured onto the small of my back, ponding in the hollow at the base of my spine. Signora wiped her hands through the lavender-scented puddle, spreading my cheeks as she pushed them apart. Her fingers swept a stream of her soothing oil between my two pale hills. With a soft stroke she let her fingers trail down my crevice, rubbing my anus. My little butt hole had never been explored, much less given any sensuous thought, but it came to life in the instant it was shown the slightest bit of attention. I moaned at the surprising hint of pleasure that came with this discovery. Signora took note of my reaction, returning with a single finger as she swabbed my tiny puckered ring of newly discovered delights. Signora's touching altered between the interior of my crevice and up on top of my rump and back down to my anus again. My initial zoned-out relaxation when my lavender massage began had developed an edge. I loved the feel of her firm palms and the soothing touches of her fingertips on my back, but with her recent roaming in my backside nether regions, I perked up with a peckish gnawing rising from within me.

Signora's single finger followed the rivulet of oil draining from between my cheeks and dripping over my pussy lips. I spread my legs wider, signora rubbed the oil along the rim of my pussy, delicately moving my labia. I concentrated on her touch. With a liberal amount of oil, her fingers painted the frilled petals of my down-turned pussy. With slow probing fingers extended, Signora pushed inside of me, petting the wet walls of my steamy canyon. I took a deep breath, Signora Nombra played with me, entering me with a teasing touch, withdrawing her hand and then pushing back inside my pussy. My pleasure was gaining momentum with each repeated probe.

Signora Nombra had heightened my arousal for the third time this afternoon. She whispered to me, "Leah, work with me; we are going to draw a fresh, excited woman to the surface. We are not in a rush. This is a slow and delicate process. Work with me by letting the renewed and sexual woman rise to the surface as I beckon her." I understood exactly what she wanted from me. I was anxious to comply, afraid I would force the renewed Leah to appear, only to disappoint Signora Nombra and myself in the process. I tried to relax at her hands and let the process evolve naturally.

"Leah, you came to me feeling like an ugly caterpillar wrapped inside a bitter cocoon. Work with me and you will grow the beautiful wings of a butterfly." Signora pulled at my hips and I rolled to my back, looking up at the butterfly mosaic on the ceiling, which I had not noticed until now.

My upper chest was lavished with scented oil, signora worked it into my skin, healing the marks left by my minor flogging. Her hands scooped around my tits, covering them in the healing oil. My tits were pressed together as Signora's oiled hands washed around their contours, moving them like silken pouches of precious rubies. My nipples regained their proud bearing, rising as hard pegs above the white hills and begging for anointing. Signora anointed them, rolling over their perky presence with the palms of her hands, grinding them into the soft mounded flesh of my breasts. Signora hugged those titties, oiled them up slick and danced over my nipples with soft, tickling taps of her fingertips. "Leah, let your renewed girl rise up to meet you. Do not deny her. Do not hold back your welcome from her. Let her come into your cleansed and refreshed skin."

Signora's nipple play and her massaging attention to my breasts made me feel like a whole woman, filled full of femininity. I knew signora was right, there was a new girl buried inside of me. I wanted to bring her out and welcome her into my skin. I was going to grow butterfly wings and fly with magic to enrapture my husband Jake. The new Leah would be charming, irresistible and willing to be taken in love by Jake. The new Leah would be a perfect wife.

Signora spread her secret potion across my tummy, working my skin into a silken sheen. I anticipated that Signora's fingers would find their way back between my legs. I tensed as I welcomed their return, then recalled my instructions to let the new woman within evolve slowly, take it easy and let her come into my skin. I took a deep breath, waiting for the thrill to return to my lady parts, as I knew it would. I let signora's oiled fingers slide up and down my skin between my legs and my cleft. Slick and smooth she worked me, straying over to run a fingertip along the pink edge of my protruding labia. I was warm and puffy to signora's touch, pumped full of hot blood. My nipples stood erect, my nectar began to flow, filling my pussy with the sweet honey of feminine arousal. Signora noticed my dewy pink petals parting and discretely moved the bundle of willow wands under my thighs.

Working her hands across my thighs while working her thumbs along the external folds of my pussy, her thumbs encroached on my sweet spot, starting near my anus and working along the edge of my furrow until she reached the hooded rosebud at the top of my folds. Signora folded her hands together, as if in prayer, capturing my hooded clitoris between my puffy girl parts. She massaged my clit by pushing the hot flesh over my succulent expanse, mashing my swollen clit with my own folded skin.

Signora released me, my little pink bud was hard and wanting more of that. I felt her poke up through her modest pink cloak, looking for attention. My lips were spread to reveal the princess sitting proud upon her throne before she was bathed in oil. The broad surface of Signora's hand wandered through my forest of hair as she pressed it down between my legs, riding rough over my clitoris and working down through my opened slit. My hips were slathered in oil and again I welcomed the approach of Signora's hand across my excited girl flesh. I became warm and melty inside, my juices continued to flow from inside of me, pooling in my pussy before dripping uncontrollably onto the wooden planks of the table.

Signora Nombra moved from my side over to the end of the table at my feet. She grabbed my ankles and bent my knees, planting my feet flat on the tabletop. With two fingers she entered my vagina, gathering my nectar before sliding her hand up to my clitoris. Signora ran her fingers around my excited princess, getting her to grow hard and making her beg for attention. She got the attention that she desired and that made my pussy gush with a musky sex syrup. Signora washed my vulva in my sex syrup as she watched me twitch and begin to writhe. She whispered, "Good girl Leah. Open to the new, a refreshed girl is wanting to rise within you. Let the emotions of your body flow like waters of life. Do not hold them back. Let ecstasy of a sexual woman, fill you full and purge you of all bitterness and poison."

I closed my eyes, absorbed her encouraging words, allowing her to guide my body's response to her coaxing touches. Those long, seductive fingers penetrated deep into my pussy, where they stroked the roof of my pulsing cavern. As she withdrew her two fingers from me, she made sure that she drew them out with a slow, beckoning motion. Her fingering sent waves of warm pleasure rippling through my core. I began to hum as those warm waves washed over me. My pussy was rumbling with mini-contractions, as my muscles gripped Signora's fingers up inside my love chamber.

My low hums transitioned into long, deep moans as Signora combined the stroking of my vagina's wet walls with little circles of her thumb across my distended clit. The twanging of my twat sent a rush of steamy streams flowing into my womb and sparks shooting down to my toes. My hips rose to meet the pleasuring hand between my legs. I felt the new woman bouncing and thrusting my body, trying to come forth and seize a new life as a full and refreshed woman who was now poised to emerge. I moaned louder, Signora kept up a steady in-and-out stroking of my pussy and light pressure circling my hungry clit.

My pussy was buzzing, I was generating a flood of girly juice that rained hot down on my thighs like the lava of Vesuvius as my legs quaked at the sense of an unavoidable volcanic eruption. My sex muscles were clenching in erotic convulsions, my legs straightened across the table, I was tense from toes to tits. I was being wound tighter and tighter by the rubbing and finger fucking to which I was subjected. My head floated off my shoulders and was racing higher and higher into the heavens, making me dizzy as the volcano in my pussy was building to an intolerable pressure. I was at the edge. I was going to be ripped by an orgasmic explosion, it was unstoppable. I was at the height of anticipation; I was hot and dizzy as the lava in my loins grew to an explosive boiling point.

"Good girl Leah. Let her come free." Signora's words to me and her constant attention to my clitoris sent me flying over the edge in a furious free fall.

With a climatic groan, my pent-up juices flooded out of my pussy in an explosive contraction, dousing the table and Signora's willow wands lying beneath my undulating hips. I screamed out all of the air in my lungs, "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck. I'm going to die. Oh, this is too good." I writhed on my back. My legs convulsed and I hissed, "Give it to me! I need this, Give it to me. Oh Fuck!"

Signora cooed soft words to me as I climbed down from the intensity of a world-collapsing orgasm as she rubbed my wet pussy and clit with slow, calming strokes. Her touch was now too intense for me and I pushed her hands away from my loins as I panted, desperate to take back all of the air that had so forcefully escaped my lungs. My tits heaved and jiggled in the candlelight as sweat ran off my forehead and I struggled to collect my swirling thoughts.

Signora gave me time to revive in silence among the mellow glow from the candles along the wall. The frenetic fluttering of my uterus settled down into a calm, slow beat of butterfly wings flexing as she rests on a flower.

I was floating in a thick, rapturous fog when Signora Nombra came to me, lying on my back on the table. Smiling at me she said, "Leah, from the hot blood filling your tall nipples to the thunderous climax and the volume of erotic nectar you produced, you have made an excellent start in purging your bitterness. I believe I can work with you to restore love and balance to your life. But as I told you earlier, I can do only so much with my girl. I can't do everything; some portion is always controlled by the other, the man involved."

Signora put her hand on my chest, gently rubbing my deflated nipples before resting her hand over my heart. "Remember, we are dealing with two human hearts. Love is fickle and I cannot say what direction love will go; it may flow to you or it may flow away. Life and love are always a risk my dear."

I nodded, acknowledging Signora Nombra's caution; yet I was feeling like a beautiful butterfly, newly emerged from a cocoon of confusion and where I had been living as an ugly worm. I was changed and I was a young woman full of hope for love.

Signora took my hand to lift me off the table. I dropped my feet to the floor, with Signora still holding my hand, I looked into her eyes, flashing with an active question behind them, "We have one more important finishing touch before we part today," she said to me in an excited tone. "I am very curious to see what happens as I finish you. Leah, please stand over next to the east wall. I stood next to an interesting mosaic of a nude woman being approached with a burning bouquet by another nude woman. As I stood near the east wall, Signora Nombra picked a bundle of dried sage from the small cupboard, igniting it with one of the burning candles. She held it high as it began to smolder, producing a thick, twisting rope of blue gray smoke. With the smoldering brand, Signora circled my body, waving the sage bundle around my hips and buttocks. After three revolutions, Signora stepped back, quenching the smoldering brand in the spring.

I held still as the smoke hung heavy in the air of the springhouse. Signora watched me, her eyes traveled up my legs, over my belly, pausing at my round floppy boobs and finally catching my eyes. Signora lips broke into a broad grin. "Leah, see how the smoke of my sage smudge hangs thick about your hips and clings to your breasts? This is a wonderful sign. You have the possibility of great power, feminine power locked inside of you. I have never seen such a strong sign in any other girl. Leah, you are a special woman."