how to keep my hands off them, no slapping would half punish them enough,' she said, dragging Sue across her lap. 'Look at the dirt all up to her knees and thighs, she must have been crawling on the ground. Oh, you dirty young slut!'
Smack, smack, smack, on her plump little thighs: the child screaming:
'Oh mother! Mother don't Oh, don't, I will be better! Oh! I will!' as Phoebe still more exposed the quivering bum to my gaze, slapping Sue's bottom without mercy. It was indeed a sight to excite any one, as I could see everything, the crack of her bottom, and just inside that the little hairless slit opening a wee bit every time she writhed and twisted under that painful slapping.
Almost throwing the child from her, Phoebe, seeming in a terrible temper, proceeded to serve Minnie, the next one, in the same manner, whilst I took Sue on my knee to soothe her and kiss the tears from her eyes, passing my hands under her smock to feel the beautifully firm flesh all over her palpitating and still quivering body. But although fondling the little chit, and taking every possible liberty fingers could indulge in, my eyes followed every slap that the mother almost savagely laid on to Minnie's pretty bottom. Lovely sight to watch the tearful, screaming girl, with her nut-brown face, which made a lovely contrast to the whiteness of her skin below and the rosy red look of the well-spanked bum. 'There, there, there,' she said, out of breath, as the last three hard slaps were laid on to her screaming victim. 'Now go to Mr. Percy to comfort your smarting arse, if he can.'
'Poor little darling, Minnie, come to me, dear, and let Percy kiss your tears away. Never mind if I have seen your naughty bum, you won't fight Patty any more, will you?'
Her crimsoned, dark face, gave me a peculiar pleasure as I looked at it, so drawing her close to my lips, I kissed her cheeks and sucked her mouth till the little thing quivered with emotions she had never felt before, which increased more and more as I placed one of her little hands inside my trousers, making her feel my awfully stiff member.
'Oh, what is that, Mr. Percy?' she lisped. 'Will it hurt me?'
'No, my pet; pass your hand over it, backwards and forwards; it is so nice for me. Don't be afraid. Don't you like me to tickle you as well?'
'Yes, yes,' she said in a whisper, a still deeper blush coming over the brown face: 'I do, it makes me feel hot all over and forget the smart of my bottom,' returning kiss for kiss with girl-like ardour, 'and it makes me love you so, Oh! I do love you, Percy, dear.'
'What's that you have got, Min?' said Sue. 'See the rosy red head as the skin rubs back. Let me feel it, do.'
'Yes, do, Sue. Kiss it and play with it. Your soft, little hands will just do the trick for me.'
Almost directly the spend came in a flood of spouting jets, right over Sue's face and both their hands, whilst the sight of it seemed to drive their mother wild, as struggling with the big Patty, to get at the girl's backside, she tore her smock off her, and, getting hold of a thin cane, began to cut poor girl's bottom without mercy, each cut raising a fiery-looking mark, which soon puffed up into a regular weal.
Her victim screamed fearfully, but it did not effect her mother, who seemed carried away by her lustful fury, and the cottage being quite isolated, no one was at all likely to hear anything. At length she laid Patty on a bed which was in a recess screened by curtains, which she drew aside, and as the poor girl lay on her face, sobbing as if her heart would break, Phoebe called me to inspect the effects of her handiwork.
The bottom still quivered, and the weals were beginning to turn a darker red colour, and would probably be blue when a day old.
'Look! Look! Mr. Percy,' said she, 'haven't I just punished well. I guess Mr. Jones would about like that sight and to put his fingers in the crack as she lays there.'
'Ah!' I replied, 'poor thing. Let me kiss it for her. My tongue is far better than any parson's finger, and will soon make her forget all the pain.'
'Kneel up, quick Patty, across the bed, with your knees on the edge, so Mr. Percy can kiss where I have hurt you. Now be sharp about it, or you will get the cane again.'
She was too frightened not to do so at once. Besides she knew I was kind to the others, and her delicate, wealed bum was a thing to pity, but full of delight for me. My tool was again standing furiously, and I had thrown off both jacket and vest. There was just the slightest suspicion of down growing on the unfledged cunny, which was quivering and glistening on the pretty rose-like, pinky opening, as if the little bitch had actually had a slight emission. Mad with lust, I glued my lips first to that delicious-looking little pussy and sucked for all I was worth, whilst Phoebe, kneeling down, had my, prick in her warm mouth, which I fucked in and out of as her tongue did its duty by rolling round its head. Patty squirmed in ecstasy. Phoebe sucked, and I spent a flood of love juice down her throat, whilst the two little ones, not to be out of the game, had pulled down my trousers and lifted my shirt behind, so as to pat and kiss my bottom, one on each side, making indeed a voluptuous experience for me.
'When a little recovered from the excitement of the foregoing tableaux, Phoebe made each of the girls take the head of my member in their mouths and suck it a little, whilst their hands fondled the bag of precious stones below, and when I was sufficiently worked up for another bout, she sat on the edge of the bed, standing Patty quite naked on a footstool between her knees, with her buttocks presented to me, said:
'Now, sir, I know you won't be satisfied till you have her, so put your randy affair in behind, along the parting of her bottom, and fuck as if you were really in her little cunt. Nip your thighs well together, Patty; it won't hurt you, and be as nice as you can about it, then you will feel and enjoy the pleasure.'
Following her directions, I pushed along the crack straight under her bum, and felt Phoebe's hand grasp the head of my member each time it was pushed home; Patty, by her mother's directions, working her bottom to meet each thrust, and add to the illusion. My emission all went into the palm of Phoebe's hand, she rubbing it all up under the girl's little cunt. This was the end of that day's fun, and Phoebe assured me we might go a little further another time, and that there was no fear of the girls telling tales, as they were too much afraid of what their little arses would suffer if they did.
Nothing of moment happened for a short time after this, till going one day unexpectedly to stables, I heard Patty's voice talking to her brother, who was our groom. The window was open and one corner being shaded by the foliage of a Virginia creeper, I could both have a good peep and hear everything.
'Well, you do look after your brother, Pat: only I wish you had brought something stronger than the housekeeper's mild ale,' he was saying.
'She says beer, this hot weather, is bad for everybody, especially young people, it makes their blood hot, so they get into mischief. What does she mean, George?'
'Well, girls are something like Master Percy's little mare there: do you see how she is twitching her tail-it isn't the flies, there's none in the stable-and I expect you feel something like that, don't you, Pat, now and then?'
She blushed up to her eyes, but said, innocently enough: 'Tell me what you mean, George, why does she frisk her tail so?'
'She wants the horse, and I expect you do, too, this warm weather.'
'Oh, you wretch, to talk like that as if girls ever think such things.
It's all because you young fellows are always trying to ruin us girls.'
'Yes Pat, and if you were not my sister you would never get out of this stable all right, I'd horse you to your heart's delight.'
'Don't be so rude, George, you make me feel quite all-overish like.
There, don't kiss and squeeze me so: for shame, to do that to your own sister!' as he clasped her round the body, pressing her to his bosom, and smothered her face with kisses, as his hands were feeling the girl's plump, firm buttocks.
She did not struggle much, but it made her heave one of those deep-drawn sighs, which too plainly told it was all over with her.
'Oh, George, don't, if you were some other nice young man as good-looking as yourself I would not answer for what might happen just now, you made me have such a funny feeling.'
'Between your legs, wasn't it, Pat? you're just like Master Percy's little mare, see how excited she gets when I touch her!' Keeping his arm round her waist, he drew the trembling girl close up to the hind quarters of the mare, then releasing his arm, he stroked the beautiful creature's rump with his hand, till the mare's tail whisked more than ever. Presently he put his fingers right into the mare's cunt, and worked them by thrusting in and frigging the twitching lips of that hyper-sensitive organ to the evident delight of the beast, to judge from the way she stood to
