and knees, shaped the taut, young breasts, which nevertheless jiggled nicely with the vigour of rubbing the tiles. The tight, pale-blue denim of her pants moulded those long, lightly muscled thighs, so trim that, when she was on all fours, with knees pressed together, there was a little space and light between those taut limbs. Her hips in this pose were perhaps her greatest attraction for the voyeurs, Noreen's behind being quite big-cheeked without running to fat.
The harness strap round her waist, serving to keep the pants in place, pulled them tight over Noreen's robust young buttocks. As she worked, the central jeans seam was strained like a hawser deep between the cheeks of Noreen's bottom and under her legs. The softer, fuller swell of her lower bum-cheeks almost closed over it. Yet it remained visible, the tight denim showing how the seam even parted the lips of Noreen's vagina.
Indignant at her unwanted admirers, she shook her hair back and looked coldly 'round at them, stopping her work, posing immobile on all fours. The silk-hatted gentlemen smiled eagerly at her, tongues running over their lips. She sat back on her heels, refusing to oblige them any longer. The groom came over to her.
'Noreen, you young slattern! To your work at once! Unless you would prefer the gentlemen to see you reprimanded!'
I confess, Lizzie, my tool began to stiffen both at the sight of Noreen and the thought of training her for my pleasure. In short, I gave instructions that she and another young woman were to attend me in my room. Need I tell you? She resisted every advance. Her face was turned away from my kisses. I had intended first to make Noreen suck my penis, kneeling before me, prior to swiving her cunt soundly. Her defiance was such that I feared she might bite clean through it! She could be won, but she must first repent of her hostility. Without further ado, the grooms laid her on the bed, with its leather wristlets secure to the frame at the head. If she had no taste for love, she should not interrupt others.
My second companion could only be Maggie. This young blond slut with her coltish stockiness stood there waiting, tongue pressed between teeth. She had hauled up the front of her singlet and was running a hand over her belly as if to check that its shape had not been spoilt. For the rest, she wore the same blue working jeans as all the other girls during their labours in the stable, where there is no place for skirts and petticoats.
Even Noreen could not help watching Maggie undress. That was odd, Lizzie. I vow the two girls must often have watched each other disrobe. To prevent solitary vice in such places as Greystones, bath hours and toilet visits are shared by at least two young women, as a rule. Will you confess the truth? To see a girl undress fascinates women as much as men!
I drew a chair close to the bed, where Noreen lay and removed my trousers, displaying the erection which had been longing for liberty. Both girls turned their eyes upon it as I sat down. Maggie came close, shifted her firm, white thighs apart, and seemed to know what to do.
'Astride my legs, Maggie, facing me! I want to sheathe myself very deeply between your legs. We shall let Noreen drool over the chance she has missed. And you'll be well positioned for me to enjoy your lips and breasts, to play with your legs and arse.'
Maggie looked at me, hard and lascivious, as she moved her thighs wider yet and clambered astride me. Lowering her hips she touched the knob with her hole as if by instinct. I put a hand under her and smiled at the amount of self-lubrication.
'You young whore, Maggie! You've been making love to yourself!'
'What if I have?' She shook her blond fringe with a hardened impudence.
'Would you like to be made to do it in front of the men who admired you while you were setting out the harness?'
'Don't mind.'
Fm sure she did mind, but Mag was too brazen to admit it. I turned her 'round a moment and was not the least surprised by the fading traces of stripes and one or two small bruises on Maggie's bottom-cheeks. It was clear that, when I left after her punishment the other night, one of the grooms had taken Maggie into another room and caned her viciously.
'Very well, Maggie,' I said quietly, 'the next time you're caught at it, I'll have you strapped for the pony-lash on your bare bottom. How do you like the prospect of that?'
For answer, Maggie gave a little hip swagger and impaled herself astride me! She is more of a slut than her friends Jenny and Pat, but deliciously lewd as well. She thrust her tongue into my mouth and began to ride the erection.
'You randy young bitch, Mag!' I gasped. 'I believe you really were trying to show yourself to all the men who passed by!'
Her cunt was tight and smooth, exquisitely so. As I rode to bursting point I also tasted the fresh mint in her saliva.
'I'm going to come,' she whispered soon. 'I've been on heat all day for this. I can't help it. Let me do it harder!'
Her juice seemed to be streaming down over my cock already, but that was mere lubrication. She pulled up the singlet so that I could smooth her belly with one hand and worry her nipples with my teeth. I kissed her forehead, where the blond fringe parted. With my free hand I fingered her arsehole.
'You won't be spared that way either, Maggie! If we have to strap you bending for the lash, the stable-boys won't be able to resist it! Remember that when next you play with yourself!'
Mag is one of those girls who are excited by violent imaginings. I murmured promises in her ears of places where she might be taken and given to the unspeakable lusts of libertines. She cried out in her triumph, her head hanging limply over my shoulder, her hair loose down my back. Shuddering, she went into one erotic spasm after another. Her screams, which might have been pleasure or torment, decreased at last, and she flopped almost senseless against me. Kissing her eyes I tasted tears of relief- or even frustration. Then I comforted her for she was sobbing quietly in the reaction from such exultation. I kissed her gently on the nipples, on the belly, on the warm, firm cheeks of her bum, and then on the lips again. I led her gently to the sofa and bade her lie there.
'You will rest a little, Maggie,' I said, smiling at her. 'You must gather all your strength again for the night which lies before us. Ah, I see a tear or two in the desolation which follows such joy! Have no fear, you shall scale the summit of pleasure again in a little while!'
I crossed the room to the bed, where Noreen lay. She was able to gaze her fill on the stiff, sinewy tool, which had lost none of its sap in the recent engagement with Maggie. Yet Noreen's firm, pale features were a study in vulgar indifference. She merely shook into place the level fringe of the brown hair, whose tresses brushed her collar.
Walking 'round the bed, I sat down on the far side. Because Noreen's wrists were held together at the far corner of the head-rail, she bent forward from the waist as she lay there on her side. She watched me over her shoulder, still with the same dismissive indifference. Because she was curved forward on her side, her seat was presented to me in the most suggestive manner. Even now she was still garbed in her stable costume of white singlet and tight, pale-blue riding jeans. The broad leather belt pulled her pants taut, the denim stretched smooth over her firm, full buttocks. I stroked these two provoking mounds lightly and returned her gaze.
'I should very much like to give you a good caning tonight, Noreen. Your conduct certainly merits it. Unfortunately, the rules require me to enter it in the book first. I shall do so in the morning. In a week's time you will learn the bitter lesson of bamboo.'
I said this without intending to carry out the threat just then, for I wished to see what effect the menace would have. I might have saved my breath, for she maintained the same stolid stare. Slowly I drew my finger down the stout central seam of her jeans seat. The seam was drawn deep and taut between her bottom-cheeks, their lower fatness gently closing over it, then it strained under her legs, almost running between the lips of her cunt, whose shape appeared as a soft swell. For the first time, the hard impudent stare faltered.
'You must mend your manners a little,' I said. 'The next time that men choose to admire you, show yourself thankful for their flattery. Life will be hard for you otherwise.'
She shook her fringe again. 'What are you going to do to me?' Her first words were spoken grudgingly.
'Little as you deserve it, Noreen, you shall receive love's elixir inside you.'
She looked uneasy at this, for she feared a swollen belly more than anything else.
'Have no fear,' I said, it will be in a place where no babies are conceived.'
My open hand was now smoothing lightly over her strapping young seat. As the meaning of this penetrated, she made a show of protesting vigorously.
