Eyes wide, Crissie scurried forth, not believing quite that she had seen what she had seen-Miss Patricia with her dress up and Miss Astrid's hand held under her drawers. Scurrying like one possessed, she found the valise in the bedroom, that Jemima had vacated, and returned holding it.
'Now, Crissie, I mean to punish Miss Patricia for her naughtiness. Give me the whip from the bag and then come and sit upon her shoulders when I turn her over. Hurry, girl, for I mean it!'.
'Oh, Miss!'.
Pealing forth cries and screams of outrage, Patricia was firmly held down while Crissie's trembling fingers drew out the black menace, whose thongs hung limp about her wrist. From his study, Ralph Cane heard the screeches that then ensued and pursed his lips. The girls were forever playing about. He would have to summon up the courage to put a stop to it.
CHAPTER 13
'Whoo-hooo-hooo!', Patricia screeched. Hung over the side of the bed with her drawers forcibly taken off and her bottom jutting out as Crissie sat astride her back, she received again and again the stinging sweeps of the thong. Astrid spared her not. Whereas she had merely toyed playfully with Jemima, the slightly larger bottom of Patricia was made to squirm and squirm. Again and again and again the hissing thong tips bit into her richly fleshed posterior, which in but a dozen strokes had already assumed a rosy hue. Crissie, open-mouthed and with her knees clamped excitedly against Patricia's hips, felt her awe of the occasion turn to excitement. How lovely it was, she thought, to see the naked bottom of such a proud Miss wriggle and rotate each time the thongs fanned across it. A warmth made itself felt in her loins and her cunny tingled.
'NOO-OOOH-OOOH! Astrid, don't, don't!', Patricia howled.
'At the end of this, my dear, you will listen better', Astrid declared, underlining her promise with an even fiercer hui-itttt! of the whip, which brought a shrill, moaning cry from her sister.
Alas, or not, it was at this juncture that their father decided to intervene. He had heard oft enough cries and giggles coming from one or other of the girls' rooms, but never such as these. Striding from the study on the floor above, he made his way quickly down and thrust open the door from behind which the beseeching wails came.
Astrid it was who shrieked first, though not in fear but as one highly disturbed by any interruption. 'Father! Out! Go!', she cried. Crissie yelled and fell back, daring not to be seen by her master in such a position upon one of his daughters. As for Patricia, whose bottom was fully on view to him, not to say her long stockinged legs, which had parted haplessly to show the peeping of her cunt, her shriek was the loudest. Freed of Crissie's weight, she rolled frantically first one way and then the other, betraying the whole of her treasures to his dazed eyes before slumping backwards onto the carpet, where she made the most frantic efforts to veil her charms.
In contrast then to the sudden cries that had rent the air came a curious silence. It was as if all were momentarily frozen in their attitudes while an extremely pink flush stole over Mr. Cane's features. Had he wished perhaps then to recover both his wits and his authority, it was not to be. Advancing upon him with panther-like steps and with her eyes blazing, Astrid all but prodded the black handle of her whip into him, which threatening motion caused him to step back hastily.
'What is the meaning of all this, Astrid, eh?', he endeavoured to demand while Patricia crouched upon the floor and sobbed, and Crissie hid behind the farther side of the bed. Alas, the tone in which he intended to utter his question was not the one he would have sought, and became unaccountably a veritable croak.
'We will go to your study, Father. Come, please, let us not have a scene!', Astrid uttered coldly while ever crowding him through the doorway until, to the vast relief of Patricia and Crissie, he was no longer immediately visible to them. To their ears came a mumbling and then the sound of retreating footsteps. Taking swift advantage of the situation, Crissie removed herself from hiding, skirted nervously the slowly uprising figure of Patricia, and skipped through the door, there to see her master and Astrid going slowly upstairs. Half-closing her eyes ostrich-like fashion that she might not be seen, Crissie made to descend but was brought to a sudden standstill by the whiplash voice of Astrid.
'CRISSIE! You will go to my room and stay there until I come down. This instant!'.
'Yes, Miss, yes-oh, dear!'
'Astrid, my dear, what am I to do? If this were some game, I apprehend that your poor sister was the loser of it. What means this whip you are carrying? I demand an explanation!', declared her father as soon as the study door had closed upon them. Leaning against it, thereupon, in a manner which was far from that of the demure young lady he had so recently known, Astrid withheld a reply for a long moment. Julia had advised her never to speak in such moments but always to leave the questioner hanging upon a silence. Such would invariably discomfort them, Julia had said, and in this case her prophecy proved correct. Most uncomfortably-indeed, to in horrified dismay-Mr. Cane became aware that his daughter's eyes were running searchingly over the front of his trousers, where a very distinct hump had appeared.
'Punishments are deemed appropriate on occasions, Papa', Astrid said slowly at last. 'The pity of it is that their bottoms-and I refer to Jemima also-have gone neglected'.
'N… n… neglected? What talk is this? Have you left your senses?', demanded her father, who under her gaze had begun to edge towards his desk. He hoped, by taking his seat, to conceal the evidence of his erection, which Astrid's revelations of desirable flesh had occasioned. Taking note of his intentions, however, Astrid moved the swifter, and with feline steps intruded herself between his person and his intended retreat,
'No, Papa, I have not left my senses, but rather I have gained them. A young woman's bottom needs occasional attention, though you have no thought fit to see to it. The flesh grows plumper and richer under the stimulation it requires. Patricia's bottom is already superb, yet it will improve now a little more under my ministrations, as also will Jemima's. You had cause to see Patricia's well. Do you not agree with me? Her cleft is tight and will become even more so with a slight swelling of her cheeks'.
'My God, Astrid, how can you speak thus? I have never heard such talk!'.
'Better than to hide in the darkness of one's mind, Papa. The evidence of your own thoughts shows clearly enough. Pray, let us have no more hypocrisy. Your prick hardened at the first sight of your daughter's delightful derriere. I blame you not. This is Nature's way. She is ripe for attention. My presence has but excited you the more. I think it best that you remain in here, Papa, until I call you'.
A croaking gurgle came from Ralph Cane's throat. That he would wake in a moment to discover this a vivid dream he had scarcely no doubt. Such things could not be, nor could such words be spoken. All the worse, his cock had failed to subside. Indeed, the very words be spoken. All the worse, his cock had failed to subside. Indeed, the very words that Astrid had uttered had caused it to stiffen the more so that the shape of his knob was all but visible through the dark cloth of his trousers. Incomprehension and dire embarrassment mingled in his mind amid the chucklings of the devils of guilt.
'I have NEVER in all my life!', he began portentously.
That I do not doubt, Papa, but it maybe that you are about to. I shall give the matter thought. Pray, do not attempt to follow me for I intend to lock the door. I do not wish either Patricia or Jemima to see you as yet in this condition'.
So saying, Astrid swept out, neatly removing the key from inside the door ha her passing and thereupon locking it from the outside as she closed it. With that, she could not help letting a mischievous smile flit across her richly curving mouth. All too unexpectedly her dear Papa had cast himself willy-nilly into her net. That which she had deemed would be her hardest task had been presented to her by fate. Passing down, she made for her own room, where Crissie sat huddled but started up at her entrance. The whip that Astrid still held swished against the side of her skirt.
'Oh, Miss, I ain't done nothing-nothing save what you told me to do! You'll all whip me now, I knows you will!'
'Not all, Crissie, just I. And I will be quicker about it than I presently mean to be if I don't have you doing exactly as I say. If but one word passes your lips about this to the other servants, I promise you triple the whipping that Miss Patricia received. That she required it is obviously not your concern', Astrid added carefully, mindful of the hierarchy that Julia had spoken of.
'Miss, you mean she wanted us to do it?', squeaked Crissie.
