“She is ready to be fucked,” said Caroline, I slooping up on to the bed and kneeling-cock upraised-across the legs of Miriam.
“No, no!” moaned Miriam.
I knew there was no time to lose and couched myself upon her, bringing up my swollen crest to rub for a moment into her warm curls. Her legs kicked mightily, were strong. Her ankles banged against my own, her wet, stark nipples poking in my shirt.
“She will be a good fuck. Caroline, you hold her wrists-Adelaide-get off the bed and hold her,” said I. I chose my words. I do not often use that Anglo-Saxon one.
“Oho, my God! What do you do to me!”
Her face was uppermost to mine, mouth wet from Caroline's, eyes were open wide. Her tits were swollen from caressing hands. Her vulva twitched; the rolled lips felt my knob. She bucked her hips, almost unsaddling me. I growled at that; I knew my part to play and pinched her nose twixt thumb and finger, causing her to rush her breath into my mouth. I gave her then the first inch of my rod within and felt her squeeze upon it, then relax. I cupped her arse and drew the cheeks apart. Another inch, another-then I rammed it in and held her more securely down, feeling her juices tingle on my knob, her breath a hurricane around my lips. Her knees worked, but she ceased to kick so much.
Thrice Miriam spurted to me while I pumped her love-some nest, her belly rolling silky under mine. I held her nose until the joust was done and I had creamed her fig most ardently. Our gaspings filled the air, then we collapsed. I did not linger on her, though-withdrew the steaming cork and let her lie in panting disarray. My knob oozed pearls around her stocking top and then I slip from off the bed. She moaned. The tendon showed upon her neck, her forehead sheened with moisture from the bout.
“Let me go!” she whined, but Adelaide still held her legs apart.
“She should be birched,” said Caroline, her hands still grasping Miriam's wrists.
“Later,”. I said, “then I will bugger her. She needs a stiff prick up her arse as well.”
“I hate you-hooo!” whined Miriam, but I was gone. At least, I was beyond the door. My balls were drained; so strongly had she sucked.
“Now wrap her tightly up,” said Caroline. A squeal, a smack, then all was quiet. We had judged the woman rightly, so it seemed. Her pleasure was-and is-in being forced. Her own cries are as music to her ears, regretful as I am of such a cliche from my pen. Her dreams were being honoured at the least, I thought. I dressed again, descended to the lower floor, then Caroline and Adelaide came down.
“Did you like doing it with her? I wish sometimes I were a man,” said Adelaide.
“We judged her rightly.” Caroline said. She echoed word for word my thoughts.
“I will tie her now. We should have done it at the first,” my sister said, and went to get a length of rope.
“Impatience!” Caroline called after her and laughed. Then her expression changed and she came to me and sat upon my lap. “I am your true love still?” she asked. Before I could reply with words, she added, “You liked to have your prick up her-I know you did. I saw it on your face.”
“I did,” I said. She pouted and I kissed her lips, for none are sweeter or more kissable. I knew it partly for pretence in her, yet in all women is a fear of losing their protectors to another.
“She is younger than me. By two years, anyway,” Caroline said. Her warm bottom raised itself from off my lap. She walked to the window with her back to me.
“Indeed, and she has a lovely arse,” I said. I watched her shoulders slump and smiled within. My Caroline, who has held so many girls while I was corking them, was at her game of “Let's pretend it's real.”
“I suppose you think she has a nice house-but you did notice,” she said, but did not turn.
“Grander than ours, as well you know, and with a larger acreage. I shall have to visit her frequently of course. Unless you say me nay,” I said and rose and put my arms around her from behind.
“Oho, the love birds,” came the voice of Adelaide. “Poor me, I have all the work to do,” she laughed and swung the coil of rope she held, then was outsweeping, going to the stairs.
“I shall birch her even harder now,” said Caroline. Her hair brushed softly back against my nose.
“Poor Adelaide does not deserve the birch, but if you must…” I joked. At that she turned in my embrace.
“You fool-you know well whom I meant. Is she really nice to do?”
“She has a tightly-clenching cunny, love-but that is all she has. Her mind is vacuous, is trapped in a small room where someone birched and rode her once. She wishes to repeat it ever on. What a small menu will she offer any man.” I coiled my fingers in her hair, our bodies close. A big sigh came from her.
“I know. I want you to kiss me all the time while you have it up her bottom. Say you will.”
“I do not need to have it up her bottom when I might have yours, my love.”
“You promise me?”
“Of course I do. The thrill will be from your lips and from nowhere else.”
“I have bound her wrists. She did not struggle,” said my sister, coming in again, then gazed on us with an enquiring look.
“What were you talking about?” she asked.
“He does not love me,” said Caroline.
I dragged her down on the floor at that. “Tickle her,” I said to Adelaide. Shrieks came from Caroline, and in a moment all our limbs were coiled, their dresses up around their waists. I played with both their quims, my mouth to Caroline's. How oily were the lips of both their slits!
“Don't come in her tonight-then you can do it to us both. That will be her greater punishment,” said Adelaide. Then Caroline pushed at me and sat up. Her pins had fallen out, her hair was down.
“Oh, I've already told him that,” she said, put fallen hairpins in her mouth and grinned at me.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
On such occasions as young ladies are brought to us for training, Caroline will be heard to say, in a measured but cooing manner, “We will keep her for a week and I will then communicate with you.” This while the girl stands looking wonderingly around, adopts a posture of great modesty, or affects an interest in the floor and knows not what to do with her gloved hands.
It is rather like taking in pets when owners close their houses for the season and retire to Baden-Baden or to Paris, I have often said.
“It is nothing of the sort-though of course they are pets,” Caroline will rejoin, and so gives me a partial victory in that.
Miriam we kept chez nous for just four days. She required attention more in the manner of a child than an amorata. A collar and lead being procured from a saddler, Adelaide would lead the lady around the house, having attired her most enticingly in a black waist corset, stockings and boots to match-this leaving her bottom bared and her tits a-wobbling freely above the fringed lace of the garment. Several times she was stabled and left alone, bound by her wrists to a hook in the dark barn. If she howled, Caroline would say briskly to my sister, “Go and use the schooling whip on her.” There would come cries across the paddock, then a silence.
Adelaide would return looking flushed and saying, “She is well dealt with,” the net result of such being that either she or Caroline received my salutation, which delighted them.
“You may work her bottom just before she goes to bed, and that is all,” said Caroline of Miriam. I do not know to this day what possessed her to have a latent jealousy. Many a younger girl had been more entrancing. No doubt it was because Miriam lived alone and might therefore be thought to entice me to her residence.
I had no such desires, however. It is an oddity that a wholly submissive woman will eventually entrap one by virtue (if such a term may be used) of her constant needs to have the same attention all the time. I would find it infinitely boring to be constantly up and down with collars, leads and ropes. There was no future to be had in it. Upon bidding Miriam farewell, and she leaning from the window of her carriage, she asked tearfully whether I would not visit her again.
Caroline, of course, considered it an affront. “We will send Charlie,” she said-just as if such a person really existed-and then motioned to the driver to be off.
“That was a little cruel. We are perhaps her only salvation,” I said, which caused an air of coldness to come
