little. Let's pretend you have and play a game. I will just slip these cuffs around your wrists, so. No, don't struggle, silly, or it will spoil things'.
'Really, what are you doing! I don't want to! Why are you pulling my dress up? Oh, stop!'.
'Shush, Jemima! You must not make so much noise-that is one of the rules of the game. If you struggle so hard I shall really spank you. I am just getting your drawers down for a moment. There! What an adorable bottom! To think that Papa has never so much as smacked it'.
'OUCH! What are you doing? How hateful you are, Astrid! I shall tell Papa of this, and Patricia, too!', squealed Jemima, as Astrid drew her across her lap and gave her two quite light smacks landed on the resilient cheeks of her chubby bottom. The cheeks were prettily dimpled and of perfect whiteness. Beneath the cleft orb showed an already promising fluff of curls, the whole seeming to invite such titillation as Astrid intended to give it. SMACK! fell her palm again, the impress of her hand leaving a most attractive imprint upon the plump little half-moons. This brought a further yelp from Jemima, who wriggled madly, though, her wrists being bound behind her back, she could little to effect her escape. 'BOO-HOO!', she sobbed, and would have rolled off Astrid's lap had Astrid not caught her. 'If you don't st… st… stop, I shall scream and scream!';
'Very well, Miss, if that is to be the case I shall have to dun your cries, will I not?'. With that, Astrid took a black cloth from the valise, which lay open at her side, and promptly gagged Jemima, rolled her upon the bed, and made her draw up her knees.
'No, no, NO!', her sister endeavoured to screech but only a thin sound came from behind the gag while her dress and chemise were drawn up high over her hips and her bottom more fully bared. With that, Astrid reached for the little whip of many thongs and began swishing it quite gently across Jemima's bottom, for she had no desire whatever to cause her pain but only to let her feel the first urging of the burning tips, the tiny knots at the ends ensuring that they nipped like bees.
'OOOOH-WAH!'. Jemima could hear her own voice echoing in her ears. Her back being clamped down firmly by her sister's hand, her bottom squirmed and bounced while the tips seemed to seek between her cheeks and even occasionally beneath, to tickle her cunny. It did not hurt her half as much as she thought it would, but it was a most funny sensation, and made her nether cheeks grow hot all over as again and again- and now and then with a little more force-the thongs swirled like striking snakes all about her delightful posterior.
'Now, Miss, I propose to give you a fine sixer to polish you off', declared Astrid, who was delighted to see what charming hues of strawberries and cream her efforts were producing. It would do no harm at all for Jemima to be well heated, she decided suddenly, and by no means against her better judgement, for she knew she could wield the thongs as delicately as any or as strongly as might be wished.
'NEEE-YNNNNG!', came Jemima's muffled cry. SWEEE-ISSSH! came the thongs again and again, causing Jemima hips to rotate delightfully while all over her bottom appeared splotches of pink. Her knees jerked, her face grew ever more flushed, and her bubbles seemed to swell until the sharp tips of her nipples pressed through the cotton of her dress. SWEE-ISSSH! WEEEE-ISSSH! SWEE-ISSSSH!.
'Up with it, Miss-come on-two more!', Astrid sang with a most bewitching smile playing about her lips. No sooner had she accorded them, and brought her sister's bottom to a full, rosy glow, then she acted with all such speed as she knew was required. Slipping a sobbing Jemima's gag, she fell on the bed beside her which, being narrow, caused them to lie closely together.
'OH-WOH-WOH!', Jemima blubbered, while Astrid, cupping her hot bottom firmly, held her tight against her so that their titties bulbed together and her mouth softly silenced her sister's cries. Feeling smothered and squirming still from the stinging, Jemima sobbed into Astrid's mouth the while that Astrid reached far under her bottom to tickle and tease her cunny.
'BLUB!', mouthed Jemima, who was now seized by so many different sensations at once that she felt even hotter and headier. Little by little as Astrid's persuasive finger moved and, while her tongue twirled all about in Jemima's mouth, her sister quivered, gasped, and then began to cling to her as with her free hand Astrid loosed the cuffs.
'There, darling, there-does it not feel nice now?', Astrid soothed. 'Lift your leg up, darling, so that I can feel your pussy better. There! Ooooh, how moist it is! Don't be afraid for I am going to make something very nice happen. Ah, now I can feel your clitty. What an adorable little bud it is! Shall I rub it more while I hold your bottom?'.
'NOOOO! Y… yes… yes! Oh! I feel I'm melting!'.
'You are coming, pet, you are coming. Lie on your back now and open your legs well. There's a good girl! Give me your tongue now! Ah, how you are gushing! How lovely and sticky-wicky it feels all over my fingers'.
'GOOOOO!', quivered Jemima. The hot stinging of the thong tips made her bottom bounce still, which of course is exactly what that instrument is designed to do, so that the maiden is brought to respond to the delights that follow. Her legs, held wide open, straightened, and her toes curled while Astrid so artfully kept on brushing her clitty with the lightest of fingertips. Jemima once more spurted and then again until, with a huge contented sigh, she lay still, her eyes wide open in an expression of innocent delight.
'You see? Was it not nice? Keep squirming your bottom, dear, for you may come again, if you wish. Come-tell me that you liked it, for I know you did'.
'It st… st… stung me-oh!', replied Jemima, blushing but at the same time keeping her pretty legs apart.
'It is meant to, for it brings you on. What a delicious little mouth you have-fresh as a peach. Confess to me, you little minx, that you enjoyed it despite all'.
Jemima giggled and hid her face, for she felt both naughty and excited at the same time. 'Yeth!', she lisped, and gurgled quite happily as Astrid passed her lips suavely across her own while feeling the straining of her nipples through her dress. 'You must not do it again though, Astrid, must you?', Jemima asked naively.
'If I do not, darling, you will only wish that I had. I have lots to teach you and you will find it very exciting, I do promise. Let us keep it a secret, shall we? Papa has never spanked you, which is very remiss of him'.
'Ooooh, but I don't want him to!'
'We shall see, Jemima. Now pull your knickers up and change your dress, for I want you to look at your prettiest always. I shall see to it that Papa buys you many new things this very week and I shall help you choose them myself. A little corset will draw your slender waist in even more and make your hips flare. Indeed, you look womanly already. A perfect little Venus, as they say'.
'Papa will never buy me new things-I know he won't', pouted Jemima, rising from the bed and almost tripping over her drawers which had been worked down to her ankles.
'Papa will do as I say and so will you', Astrid replied firmly to the great astonishment of Jemima, whose navel twinkled as she covered herself. Obey me in all things henceforth, my sweet, and you shall have your heart's desire'.
'Oh, do you mean it? There is such a change in you I know not what to think!'.
'What one thinks and what one does are occasionally two different things, as I have been surprised to learn myself. But all this you will know also in due course. Your prefect obedience is all I seek now, Jemima', Astrid said, lifting her sister's chin.
'I promise-oh, I do!', Jemima replied breathlessly.
'Very well, dear, and I shall keep you to it. Attend to your appearance now, for, whatever befalls, a woman must always look at her best'.
With that, Astrid departed and went straight to Patricia's room, where she found her sitting hunched up in a chair. At her entrance, Patricia glared at her and looked away, pretending to be much busied with her contemplation of the sky through the leaded panes of the window. In truth, though, she sensed that Astrid was going to upbraid her for not having given her message to Crissie. Moreover, Patricia was exceedingly restless. Her apprehensions as to the identity of the woman who had interrupted her tete-a-tete with the Major had not lessened, and she feared lest she might appear at the house and reveal all. At the same time, the sensation of having the Major's cock in her bottom was also ever present. At some moments it filled her with shame and yet at others it excited her.
'You did not then give Crissie my message', Astrid said, placing herself before Patricia and thus effectively forcing her to look at her.
'No, I did not, Astrid. What a bothersome, silly thing for me to have to do when you could perfectly well do it yourself.
'You have much to learn', Astrid sighed. 'Perhaps your amorous occupations in my absence have befuddled your mind a little'.
