'I cannot! You know I cannot!' flustered Margaret, finding herself handled and positioned so with her nipples peeping above the lace of her corsellette whose hem coursed across the lower part of her belly and left her dark thatch uncovered.
'Your nephews are waiting in attendance upon you, Margaret. I have despatched your sons on an errand into the town. Alice is closeted in her room. Mabel I will deal with. Tomorrow Bertie and Hugh will receive their first lessons in your agile fingers'.
'They? No, oh no! Ah!' gasped Margaret of a sudden as Vanessa's hand smacked whippingly across her cheek.
'Obedience, Margaret, is a requisite of education. Upon my sending your nephews in to you, I shall lock the door from without. You have an hour to indulge yourself. Use your time wisely and cause their fine young cocks to bubble and spurt out their uttermost'.
'Van-ess-a!'
But the young woman was already sweeping out and Margaret's cry died upon the abrupt opening of the door. It closed again and she felt her cheek which burned still from the impact of Vanessa's stinging blow. Scrambling up and with her magnificent titties swinging out all but free from the confines of her waist-tight corsellette, she bent to gaze in her dressing table mirror at where a red flush still remained upon her left cheek.
She hit me, Margaret thought in wonderment, and yet at the same time her belly swam with desire. She was being forced now to do that which she had but surreptitiously done before, and yet was at the same time under protection, guarded, watched by this strange young woman who seemingly permitted all provided that she did obey.
Soothing her cheek, Margaret decided that she had moments to spare and seated herself on the padded stool before her mirror, thus causing her bottom to project alluring over the back edge of it where her nether cheeks spread slightly. Taking a hairbrush, she commenced tidying her locks when the door opened again of a sudden and Freddy and George, naked and with erect cocks, were urged within by a hidden Vanessa.
Seeing them in her looking glass, Margaret momentarily froze. The two boys approached her hesitantly, their stiff cocks bobbing, coming one on each side of her.
The turning of a key from outside sounded then.
'The lady said…', George began hesitantly.
'She is naughty', Margaret uttered softly. Her eyes closed, her head hung back. Dropping her hands and turning her palms, she ran her fingers up between their smooth young legs and grasped their stiff penises in her warm palms.
'She said-she said she would keep the door locked while we do it to you, Aunty', Freddy said.
It was a dream, Margaret decided. Freddy had already begun tentatively to caress her bulging tits. Roughly and excitedly, George pulled her head back more and mashed his mouth over hers. Their tongues met, touched, coiled, were wet. The stool was slipping from under her, but between them they managed to prevent her from bumping on the floor as all three went down and the stool subsided with a thump.
'On the floor, Aunty, do it on the floor', George husked, and then he was on her belly first and the carpet rubbed her back, and as the helmet of his eager prick slid up between her cuntlips, Margaret knew that he would come too soon, and yet it didn't matter. They had time, had time, had time…
As also did Vanessa now. The audience-for such it proved to be under the spell of her discourse-consisted of a surprised, disturbed but not unexcited and intrigued Eric Partridge together with Mabel.
Of the two, Mabel was the more disturbed and with many a fluttering of butterflies in her silky tummy. Utterly unprepared for such a triple encounter, she had donned but one of her misty robes beneath which she wore a pair of white drawers with red silk ties, white stockings with pink garters that secured their tops tightly and sleekly halfway up her thighs, and a pretty pair of slippers encrusted with imitation pearls.
Rather aghast that her Papa should see her so flimsily attired, she held the robe around her with one clutching hand, the which merely caused her milky breasts to appear even more protuberant where the material gathered.
'Mabel is progressing so well, Mr. Partridge. I thought I should make you cognizant with this. Her absorption of knowledge is excellent. Is that not so, Mabel?'
'I-er-yes, I don't know. I mean…', Mabel choked, for as much as she tried to hold together the lower folds of her robe, so they slipped apart to reveal the creamy columns of her thighs and the puckered legs of her drawers.
'Modesty, you see, becomes her. Oh, forgive me for standing, but I occasionally love to', Vanessa said languidly, leaning against the mantelpiece in her room while the two faced her in chairs which she had arranged of a purpose, Mr. Partridge being constrained occasionally to seemingly need to scratch one side of his neck which thus caused him to require to turn his head and glimpse again and again the fetching lines of Mabel's legs and the profiles of her milky tits.
'As I was saying before-for is it not pleasant to be discursive sometimes? — these new servants I have are utterly amusing. I feel almost medieval, you know, for in a sense they are willing vassals-and with such
'I told you-did? Yes. I told you just now that it was needful for Elsie to be caned. She is about your age, Mabel, and so fetching of form'.
'Miss-er-Markham, I wonder…', began Eric whose head was slightly spinning at the frank manner of her words. He was about to suggest they might have a word in private, for he felt awed by the possibilities that might arise from such a conversation, yet at the same time his lips frequently twitched with nervous excitement,
'Yes? To have a small glass of sherry, perhaps. Oh, delightful! May I pour? Shall I be hostess? Mabel, you would like some surely. Yes, you would, I know', Vanessa said brightly and-while the two sat breathing in a rather forced manner-filled three glasses and handed them theirs with a flourish of pleasure.
'Ah, how pleasant it is to relax and to be undisturbed', Vanessa continued, 'What was I saying? I forget'.
'About your servants-Elsie', preferred Eric hesitantly while a flush spread into Mabel's cheeks.
'Thus it was, yes. Her caning. The girl whimpered and squealed of course, having-and pray forgive the term- her bottom uncovered completely. A quite lovely derriere she has-the like of yours, Mabel. Oh, you blush, I see, but you need not. We are in close and confidential company. I admit that I wondered much about the effect and outcome of my swishing the cane across her delightful cheeks, for I had put her father to work on erecting some shelves in the neighbouring room. Rough in his manner, but discreet and dutiful as he is, he did not enquire of her squeals and I asked myself hence what might happen were I to leave Elsie abruptly in the naked and wriggling state I had left her. Really, it was thoroughly amusing, though. The final outcome I mean'.
'Ah!' uttered Mr. Partridge at that and stole another glance at Mabel's stockinged legs.
Mabel seemed to wish to speak. Her mouth worked, her Adam's apple rose and fell. Arching her eyebrows enquiringly, Vanessa asked of her what she wished to say.
'I s'pose… I was wondering… About my lessons, Miss', Mabel uttered at last with a touch of desperation in her tone.
'Oh, but lessons are absorbed in so
'You had-er… You had, er, left the girl unclothed and caned, Miss Markham'.
'Oh why, of course-so I had! My departure being heard in the neighbouring room, I retired to a closet. No sooner had I done so than… Oh, Mabel, I trust I will not offend your ears, but you DO remember what I have told you about Nature Studies? Well, DO You?'
A gurgle came from Mabel which Vanessa evidently interpreted as a positive reply, for she nodded as if pleased with her pupil's response.
'As the cock to the hen, as the bull to the cow, thus it was. Had I made such an invitation too explicit, do you think? It is so difficult to tell. In any event, there was an almost immediate and comforting attendance upon her. In such circumstances, girls may be surprised, but are not too reluctant. Elsie uttered a single squeal and then was quiet. With quite primitive and yet divine understanding of her immediate needs, the plunger was inserted between the very cheeks I had heated. A rumbustious smacking of her bottom cheeks to him was heard. Their grunts and moans were quite of the lewdest nature, yet divine to hear. The smacking
