upstairs again.”
They are to be birched, I thought. I licked my lips, but dared not follow up. And soon enough squeals came, and cries. I did not hear the swishing of the birch, but a more subtle sound that has greater menace to it.
“Nee-aargh! Oh no!” screamed Myrtle loudly. As I learned later, she was put over first, her bottom bared, and Norma made to watch the striping of her sister's wriggling orb. I thought the house would split asunder with their cries, then finally all was still and silence reigned. I adjusted my expression as best as I could. My stalk was up and thrusting through my trouser cloth.
Caroline descended and sat on my lap. “What is to do?” I asked. Her bottom wriggled warmly on my cock.
“I have caned them. They are resting. Easy does it, dear. Tilly (the maid, that is) will take them up refreshments in due course. Myrtle is difficult, I fear. She has not had her cunny or her bottom tapped as yet. She may have to be held at first, I think. A pity of it, but you will not mind?”
“If you do not.” I drew her mouth to mine.
She giggled up against my lips-a tickly feel. “I like to see it going in-you know I do. I want to see her rosy bottomhole gripped round your cock, as Adelaide's has been. I have a whim to bind her tightly. It may prove a blessing to her in the end.”
It was so. I would rather skip the hours that followed, and yet waiting is a part of it. I did not see the sisters until suppertime. Three quite light stingers with the cane were given both before they were brought down. Each wore a pair of white and spotless drawers, white stockings and white shoes. A filmy peignoir, only veiled their breasts, but showed the nipples, brown-tinged, underneath, the milky bobbing of their lovesome pairs. Each wore a leather collar round her neck to which a silver chain was linked. They came in blushing, wriggling just a little, thighs a-glow above their stocking tops. Caroline led Myrtle and my sister brought in Norma on her chain. Their arms were bound down to their sides with a broad strap.
“Sit! You will be fed. What babies you both are,” said Caroline, and spoons of soup were brought up to their lips. Myrtle refused hers first, but then was made to sup. Norma made a slightly sucking noise and flushed the more for it. I, sitting opposite at table, took great care not to look at them too much. I ate as slowly as they had to do, and all was still. Their mouths were wiped. Then, sitting still, they watched while Caroline and Adelaide both ate. They had a look of apprehension in their eyes I did not cherish.
“Dearest, come-I need you for this part,” said Caroline finally. The chairs scraped back. I made to help the sisters rise, wanting of course to feel their charming forms, but that was not allowed. Into the drawing room I went and waited. Then they were brought in and seated both before me on hard chairs, upright. The collar chains extended halfway down their backs and were fastened to a wooden strut below. They could not rise. I wondered at their awkward postures then.
“They are cock-nervous, darling,” Caroline then purred and manouevred me to face the tremulous pair. “Show them yours,” she urged. I felt her touch my trouser front and very slowly loose the buttons one by one.
Their eyes! I still can see their eyes. How prettily they gaped and blushed as she revealed my member to them, stiffened as it was and head a-glow.
“You do not mind? We all must play our part in ed-u-ca-tion,” Caroline said, and spelled the word out slowly by its syllables. Adelaide stood behind the seated girls and stroked their necks with trailing fingers. I do not believe I answered; they both say that I did not, but grunted. “You even blushed a little,” Caroline still laughs.
It was, in its way, an extraordinary occasion. My trousers were descended and my shirt was lifted up to show my balls to them as well. I believe that Norma had the hotter eyes. Myrtle's were distant, though she could not help but stare. A silk hanky was produced and covered up my knob. Oh, what a feeling silk gives when warm fingers are applied as well!
A lecture was ensuing from Adelaide. I began to snuffle through my nose, I'm told. My cock began to burn and thrum the more as it was frigged. My sister whispered in the girls' hot ears. I caught the naughty words-“cock,” “pussy,” “balls,” and “bottomhole.”
“You see, my doves, how one may manipulate the tool,” said Caroline to them. Perhaps it was an education in itself for them to see such. They had thought of hairy monsters with great horns, mayhap. One simply does not know what young girls think. My balls were cupped and held up to their view. I took upon my self a humbled look and uttered not a word, but groaned as though in ecstasy. Indeed it was. Adelaide had parted both girl's legs. I saw their knickered crotches and the way their Venus mounts plumped through the cotton, shadowed quite excitingly.
“One may bring the male off manually, or receive him in a warm, tight aperture,” my love was saying. “After the birch, your bottoms burn, and then you are more eager to receive.”
“No! I will never!” Myrtle cried, and Norma squeaked-an echo to her sister's call.
“Norma, darling, does it not look nice-so ripe, so swollen. It brings pleasure, dear, and not dismay,” purred Adelaide and kissed the young girl's neck and made her face to twist.
“No, no-I never will!” sobbed Myrtle then and seemed on the point of desperation. That was in male eyes, however. Women know their own kind better.
“Will you not? What a frumptious, stiff-necked spinster you would become! Norma knows better. Do you not, my pet?” Caroline asked and gave a nod to Adelaide who moved around the younger sister's chair, bent by her side and twiddled up her cunny through her drawers.
“Gloo-hooo!” choked Norma. Both her legs shot forward and her bottom squirmed.
“Delicious! She is slightly moist already,” Adelaide announced. Myrtle's cheeks were crimson and her teeth were clenched. I, like a lamb, was brought more closer to the younger one. Norma's eyes were lantern then, seeing my prick close-up, half sheathed in light, transparent silk, and Caroline's fingers gently moving up and down the well-erected stem of vibrant flesh.
“Spread her legs wider!” ordered Caroline. 'Twas done without resistance on the young girl's part. Her eyes assumed a dull, glazed look. I saw her tummy rippling in her drawers. Her bum began to jiggle on the seat-a marionette with arms bound to her sides. “Unstrap her arms,” said Caroline, as though she read my thought, and Adelaide did this while still a-fingering the girl's plump mount, and moans of seeming horror came from Myrtle.
I, the young stallion, was held. Caroline delights in this and does it otherwise to me-as thus when earlier I had been put up to Veronica, or when a girl is to be trained, as now decidedly was the case with Myrtle and with Norma both.
My sister then took Norma's hair, bent her head back, and took her lips. I saw a patch of moisture in the crotch of the girl's drawers as she was fingered on and on. It seemed to me already then that I could glimpse the oiled and pouting lips through the cotton's more translucent sheen.
“Bend your knees!” Caroline commanded me. I knew, of course, that it was important she should be seen to be obeyed. By then I found myself between the stockinged knees of Norma. Her bottom had slid forward on the seat and placed her cunny just beyond the edge.
“Nub her gently with your knob; come when I tell you, darling,” Caroline then purred. It was the deuce of an awkward thing to do. I had my prick forced down; my knees performed as jack-knives do, half open.
“Lift your legs, Norma-lift them-wrap them around his legs,” breathed Adelaide into the girl's warm lips. Beside us, Myrtle writhed and moaned but was ignored, for Norma held the stage. Blinded beneath the lowered face of Adelaide who took her hand away from her wet crotch, she raised her legs uncertainly. I grabbed the one and felt it heavy, warm, and pinched it slightly just to make her coil the other, which she did. A groan, and then I pressed my knob into her crotch. I felt the slightly-stinging moisture there, could feel the pursed lips through the cotton's wet.
“You will bubble together in a minute and she'll know it's nice,” said Caroline, “Do as I say, my pet, I want to have her pleasured well.”
“Yes.” I assented softly-spoke at last. My balls hung down most curiously in my strained posture, yet there was excitement in the act, a sense of secrecy, though seen by all. Her knees were stuck out like chicken's wings and trembled muchly as I felt her hidden cunnylips come up against my swollen knob. “Permit me to kiss her, Adelaide,” I jerked.
“It will be difficult, but you may try,” she laughed.
Indeed it was. Had her body not been so supple, had she not been young, I would have been attempting nigh on the impossible. I slid my arms beneath armpits and all but folded the upper part of her body forward. She demurred to let my lips touch hers at first, but as she felt the pulsings of my cock she let her mouth surrender.
