reached the conservatory and stood demurely, giving Sarah a sweet smile that she appeared to resent for her mouth was set and quite a scowl upon her face. As she went out upon the lawn my stepmother paused and murmured to me quickly, “In three or four minutes, Clara, come-come to the summerhouse.” A swish of her skirts and she was gone, following Sarah at a pace and indeed I saw my sister glance half anxiously once over her shoulder and then quicken her steps.
There was to be discipline of sorts, I knew that-and no doubt for the way she had curled her lip at table. I did not wish her hurt, though, and so waited with one finger in my mouth as I was still then wont to. I was far from calm and felt my pulses ticking. A small seizure of panic came over me and I wanted to run after them but stayed myself. I trusted my stepmother devoutly and knew it. I believed all she had said and was in her hands.
The summerhouse was placed too far from the house for sounds to be heard therefrom, which in the circumstances was as well. As I finally approached and found myself trembling a little, Sarah’s cries came distinctly to me. I began to run, but remembered my stepmother’s instruction that a lady never hurries. So I paced myself anew.
“How dare you!” reached my ears from Sarah as I reached the door. Her voice sounded really wild and plaintive. My palm was moist as it touched the doorhandle, but it would not budge. “No-woh! Oh, the shame of this!” I heard and then at my somewhat feeble though excited rattling the door was opened and there blocking my view within was, of all people, Bertha, the wife of our coachman, who was some forty years of age and buxom of form.
“Ha-aaaar!” screeched Sarah then and all was revealed to my startled gaze while Bertha moved and thrust the door to, putting a bar across it.
There across a small deal table, so narrow that it supported but her shoulders and her tummy, hung Sarah, bereft of all save her stockings, shoes and her chemise which, being well and tightly tucked up about her hips, gave full display to the naked orb of her bottom. To her rear stood our stepmother, flourishing the selfsame black whip of many thongs which I had seen the night before. Yet this seemed itself as nothing to what else astounded my gaze. Bound to the wall immediately in front of Sarah and but two feet from her was Robert, his trousers down and his shirt wreathed fast about his waist so that his risen penis and balls were wantonly in full view. His hands being tied behind his back and fastened, as I soon saw, to a ring set into the wall, he could move not, no more than could Sarah whose legs had been stretched out in a wide vee so that her ankles might be secured to each of the legs of the table.
“Let me go-woh-oh!” Sarah screeched, having our brother’s cock in full view.
For her cry she received a hissing stroke of the whip and I saw then how the thongs splayed out, their little knotted tips biting into her bottom as might have done two score of bees. This causing her to writhe as best she could and squeal loudly, my stepmother turned to Bertha-who had approached closer to the table-and asked, “Is this not the best way?”
“It is that an’ all, m’am. I have my own daughter seen to likewise and the better she is for it. She don’t spurn a hand at her bottom now nor a little feel which gives her a nice tickle. They has to be brought to it, though, and the proud ones the more. Miss Sarah now, she’ll come up well, though she don’t know it.”
“Yaaaaah! I shall tell Papa! Oh you wicked things,” cried my sister, whose cheeks were tinged a most pretty pink where the whip had caught her, as again it did now.
“Be quiet, girl, or I shall have Bertha do it and she will do it harder.”
Sweeee-issssh! sounded the thongs and then again, coursing first from the left and then the right while I, utterly bemused and frozen in my attitude, stood ignored behind them. Sarah did not know I was there, I could swear. I did not wish her to, though could not help a stirring in me at the luscious vision she presented. Her long legs, being wide apart, gave full view to the sweet lips of her quim, surrounded as they were by a bouquet of curls. Her bottom, round as an apple and indeed more sensuously appealing than I ever thought it to be, positively glowed as sweee-issssh! Sweee-isssh! the small whip sang again.
She had ceased to try to speak now. Sobs, moans and all sorts of little cries were rent from her. Head bent over the edge of the table, she avoided looking at the cock of Robert which prodded manfully up to her view. His eyes were blank yet had a staring of wildness as well they might have done. It occurred to me that he must have been already bound-by Bertha obviously-while Sarah was being stripped and so all her charms had been presented to his gaze. He has seen her snatch, I thought, and he has his prick up. It was a wicked thought, but I could not avoid it.
“No-no-no-please!” Sarah howled, finding voice again while the crest of our brother’s penis seemed to quiver ever more eagerly.
“Cup his balls, Bertha, and hold them tight. I wish him not to come. He has had a fine sight of her and will be rampant for hours,” my stepmother said, thus echoing my thoughts.
“A nice pair he has and full of cream, I’d lay a wager, m’am,” Bertha chuckled, doing as she was told while Robert’s eyes bulged. His testicles looked like two large eggs on her palm which she kept tightly pressed up.
Sweee-isssh! The whip sounded for the last time, on this occasion coming well up beneath poor Sarah’s burning bottom so that her hips jerked violently and a shrill series of wild sobs were rent from her.
My stepmother turned to me then, a finger at her lips and pointed to a side table on which stood a small pot. I gazed bemused for a moment but then she clicked her fingers impatiently and so I hurried to it and handed to her the little glazed receptacle that I saw was filled with cream. Having done so, I stepped back, fearful that Sarah might somehow see me. Letting the whip slide to the floor, my stepmother dipped her little finger within and then deftly applied the cream to the little wrinkled orifice that peeped between my sister’s nether cheeks.
Sarah’s head shot up immediately and she screeched and tried in vain to wriggle madly. At that she received such a slap on her bottom as made her howl, whereat the cream was applied more generously and then to my awed gaze a forefinger was eased up within her bottomhole, half inch by half inch. At that Sarah’s mouth opened wide as did her eyes. A gritting screech escaped her. Her bottom waggled, but being invaded as it was could do no other than accept the salute.
“Very well, Bertha,” said my stepmother amid Sarah’s gargling sounds.
At that, Bertha loosed the bonds behind Robert’s back and prodded him firmly forward. Seeing his stiff cock then so close, Sarah waggled her face madly from side to side the while that her legs strained as the forefinger eased now more powerfully back and forth in her tight fundament.
“Hold her nose, Bertha, and put it in,” snapped my stepmother.
I could not believe what I heard, but with that Bertha took hold of our brother’s pulsing tool with one hand and with the other pinched Sarah’s nostrils so that her mouth was forced to open. As deftly as a plum might be inserted in the mouth, so then was Robert’s prick between her lips. His eyes appeared to come out on stalks and his head hung back with a look of perfect ecstasy on his face.
“Gaaaar!” Sarah choked, but so swiftly was the introduction made that a full four inches of Robert’s thrumming stem were now buried between her lips. To add to her sensations then, our stepmother removed her finger with a faint PLOP! and gave my sister’s bottom a hearty smack.
“NOW my dear, you will remain so. Bertha will release your nose and I shall stand steady with the whip. Should you attempt to eject Robert’s prick from your mouth, I shall whip you hard for a full ten minutes and without a pause. Be certain, Sarah, of my determination in this matter. Very well, Bertha. I shall give her but one more taste of the thongs to remind her of her fate should she choose to disobey. So!”
The cry that came from Sarah as the many thongs hissed across her now fully pink and quite adorable bottom was of course utterly choked back and suppressed by the throbbing rod within her mouth. True to her word, however, our stepmother let the whip hang loose to her thigh whereat Bertha released her hold on Sarah’s nose.
“Keep your prick in her mouth now, Robert, but do not come. You hear me!”
Robert could not reply, of course. His mouth hung open like a yokel’s. Moving slightly sideways I saw that Sarah’s lips were compressed tightly and no doubt desperately about the fleshy stalk. Her eyelashes fluttered and her eyes were closed. She moaned interminably in her throat. I loved, her then-so strange a thing to say but so defenseless and so beautiful she looked.
“Suck a little on it, Sarah. Come, dear, do it. I shall know by the movements of your cheeks if you are obeying,” came softly from our stepmother who quite tenderly then stroked my sister’s hair with one hand and her quivering bottom with the other. I could but guess however dimly at what then was passing in Sarah’s mind and how scorched her poor bottom must feel. I felt compassion for her, and no less tenderly than the urging stroking of
