lifted bottom.
Pamela closed her eyes. The word seemed to have had a magical effect upon him, though perhaps it was coincidence. Though she knew it not, young ladies of her age were most often silent when being mounted, having learned little enough how to satisfy a man save by opening their thighs. Perhaps such thoughts went through Pamela's mind, but being somewhat overwrought by the sensation of his prick pistoning so powerfully back and forth, she tried it again. Mr. Rumple had said she could say it.
“F… f…. f… fuck me!” she moaned.
“Ah, my dear, frequently! What a luscious little witch you are!” Sir Richard attained his climactic moment even as he spoke. Inundating her delicious pussy with his sperm, he quivered in delight and quite filled Pamela to overflowing so that her thighs were as sticky as Miranda's had been the night before.
Obediently still, Pamela waited until he had withdrawn and felt herself lovely and swimmy.
“Oh, sir, if only it could last longer!”
Sir Richard, like many men who pursue quick pleasures, had never entertained such a thought before. A frown crossed his fine features lest he had disappointed her, but then he smiled at the roguishly sly look which Pamela had done her best to conceal.
“Would you make it so? Last longer?”
“Well, sir, I imagine it could be done if one was slow enough about it. The girl would enjoy it more, I am sure, and besides it is more seductive.”
Quite taken aback by her impetuous speech, Pamela hid her eyes, fearful that he would upbraid her. Had another wench spoken to him like this, Sir Richard might have done so, but he sensed that this was no common girl. The idea of giving a woman pleasure had rarely come to him. Females, dammit, were made to give men pleasure, and those he had bedded often avowed that no one made them come so much. Now, however, a doubt seized him. Besides, he had never discussed such matters with a girl before.
Drawing her to him as they lay upon the divan, he renewed his caresses about her snowy tits while Pamela shyly held his cock.
“Tell me more of your theories.”
“Well, sir, I fear to offend you, but if a girl's button is played with longer, she comes more and is ready for it more. Then, if the gentleman lies with her and kisses her quite all over in every crevice and everywhere while she plays with his cock, she would be in a rare lather for it. But then I think he must control his movements when he is in her and take longer about it. Indeed, when you held it in me, it was most delicious!”
“I say, good heavens, you are a philosopher of love proper, Pamela! Have you had so much experience, then?”
Pamela's expression showed her shock.
“Oh, no, sir, truly, but I have thought of it. Supposing you were to try and tame a girl. How would you go about it?”
As she spoke, Pamela felt his cock thicken and begin to rise again. This time she gripped it more tightly.
Sir Richard chuckled.
“A good birching perhaps on her bare bottom and then ram it in her quick.”
“Oh, no, sir. Truly you would have the pleasure of her, but would she come back for more? Better to give her a long, light switching and then tease her up a bit. Oh! but what am I saying!”
Pamela was truly astonished at all the ideas she had expressed.
“Naught but the truth, m'dear, as I see it. By Jove, you have cast a new light on things. Many's the girl I have birched and rodded who has run a mile at the sight of me again.”
“There! Do you see! I was truly right, and now this naughty thing of yours is throbbing again and wants to inject me, I do believe!”
“Or fuck you!”
Pamela's smile was one of pure innocence as she lay again on her back.
“Yes, fuck me, but go softly and slowly about it. I shall count to a hundred and you must not be done even then.”
“What a treasure you are! Is this how you were taught?”
Sir Richard's cock had slid within. Pamela sighed and gripped it. To her distinct pleasure, he did not begin to move it at all.
“No, sir, far from it, but I have let my mind move about it.”
Whereupon she conveyed to him with little whispers all that Mr. Rumple had done, imploringly him the while to slide his cock in and out of her very slowly. Being on his second course, Sir Richard found it not too difficult to obey and listened entranced to Pamela's account of her “conversion.”
“Good heavens, the fellow certainly settled you quickly-done on both sides, as it were!” Pamela's rider chuckled. “And then you let your thoughts move about it, as you say?”
“Truly, sir, just as you may move about on me! Oh! Not so fast!”
But all was lost. Her head swirling, Pamela received both the thrusts of his tongue and his cock with abandon. Not a word had passed her lips about Lady Bromley or the Captain, nor ever would. Indeed, in that moment, Pamela thought of nothing else but the lusty joys of fucking to which she vowed to devote herself.
Quite exhausted, Sir Richard lay prone upon her at last and received the comforting of her arms the while he nibbled anew at her nipples. Finally, when they rose and tidied themselves, he confessed to her that she was verily the loveliest mount he had ever had.
“Well, sir, I shall try to please. All such things are a secret, are they not, even though Society knows of them?”
“Yes, that is true, though I had not thought of it before. It is not spoken of among the gentry here, but is well indulged for all that.”
“Yes, I was taught that by Mr. Rumple and I am sure it is true. Oh, sir, may I take the birch, or do you wish to wield it yourself upon their bottoms?”
Sir Richard cleared his throat and blushed. A certain confusion seemed to come over him. Both the girls' bottoms looked at their prettiest in their white drawers when they were bouncing under the twigs. His desk had always been the perfect place for it, but he had not given it to them of late.
“I-er-I am sure you will make their bottoms bounce yourself if the occasion is required.”
“Yes, sir, I will, for they are frisky sometimes and need a little taming. I shall do it slowly, of course, so as not to hurt the poor dears too much. Perhaps if they, too, do not learn their words from this dictionary, I shall accord them each a round dozen-on their bare bottoms, of course.”
“Herrumph! Ah, yes, naturally, but-er-I think it best they do not peruse the dictionary, Miss Rumple. You see-er…”
Pamela opened the dictionary quickly. Her eyes fell at random on a page. A slight blush stole over her features. “Pine-prick,” she read.
“I believe I understand what you mean, sir. I shall be most selective.”
With a little smile, Pamela made her exit. She clutched the dictionary tightly. If she left it lying around, the girls would be sure to peep within out of curiosity, and, if they did, she would not be there to know.
After all, secrets were of all sorts.
Chapter five
The Reverend Edmund Hart, the Vicar of the Parish, had never married. He dwelt mostly among books, but had lately suffered so many pangs of the flesh that he feared temptation and stayed much within the vicarage, attended by his housekeeper, Carrie, and his sister Agnes.
Agnes was a pleasing-looking woman, slightly plump of figure, who would have entertained a more social life had it not been for the brooding presence of Edmund, who seemed to have drawn too much within himself. It was a great pity and Agnes did not know the cause of it. He was frequently testy with her, which she did not put down to age since at forty he was in the prime of life, four years her senior. As for Carrie, she was a quiet woman whose presence was rarely felt.
