herself the pleasure in sight of him. Wriggling her soaked drawers down, and completely disregarding his presence, she dried herself thoroughly with a towel which, held between her thighs, covered herself as she then faced him.
'Go, Father', she intoned coldly, observing as she did so how fiercely his cock was standing.
'Oh, my God, Astrid, I will do anything!', he cried, rolling off the bed and casting himself at her feet, where his mouth slobbered over her shoes.
'You may be brought to, Father', she responded distantly, though the impress of his lips through the thin leather of her boots made her toes curl agreeably. It would be nice to have him suck her toes, she decided, but such a little treat could come later.
'Astrid! If you would but…'.
'What?', she asked in a tone that might have cut paper. That he dare not reply directly she well knew. He sought, no doubt, to ask and therefore to speak the words of his desiring directly, but Astrid knew better than to offer even that distant satisfaction. 'Go! You have disgraced yourself sufficiently. Dress quickly for I wish to wash', she said curtly. Withdrawing her foot from beneath his slavering mouth, she turned and displayed her naked bottom to him boldly, the cheeks rich and full where they rolled in to form their deep and mysterious cleft.
'Astrid! Astrid! I would give anything!', he implored on his knees behind her.
Remaining perfectly still and within but a foot of him, Astrid permitted herself a smile that he could not see.
'Anything, Father? You will give everything!'. Her bottom-cheeks quivered and tightened as she spoke. 'It will not henceforth be in my nature to tell you anything twice. That I forgive you on this one occasion you may count as your good fortune for the day. What have I told you to do?'.
'To go… but I wish… Ah, how may I express myself? I know you not and yet I know your better now than any other. Permit me to be humble in your presence, my darling'.
'Permit? I command it, you fool. You have a good cock, Father. It will be put to use. Remove yourself now or I shall summon Crissie'.
'Ah, you would dare to! I believe it! Give me but the grace to let me dress myself.
'The sooner the better, Father', Astrid replied languidly. Stepping forward, she seated herself at her dressing table and began brushing her hair, the movements of her arms bringing her tits to wobble and jiggle delightfully. He could not but see their alluring movements as he strove to dress, a task made the more difficult by the rampant stemming-up of his prick. Turning then about on her stool, though ever careful to keep the particular treasure between her thighs muffled from his view, Astrid surveyed him scornfully.
'Go to your room and then bathe, Father. You look utterly disgusting'.
'Yes, my dear. Pray, if you deign to call me again…'.
'I may not do so for days. Be mindful of your ways, Papa. Such pleasures as I may finally see to it that you are accorded will be not of a wanton nature. You are here to serve. The more you accustom yourself to the idea the better it will be for you. Were I to call Patricia in now and disrobe her, what would you do? Speak quickly!'.
'N… n… nothing, my pet, save at your bidding'.
'Excellent! You appear to have imbibed something at least of what I have said. She has a sumptuous bottom has she not?-and quite delicious thighs. You will dwell not upon such thoughts, however, but the severity of my attitudes should I find your behaviour at any time remiss. All affairs of household, moreover, are now fully in my hands. That is understood?'.
'Yes, my love, exactly, precisely'.
'Good. You may count yourself fortunate that matters have changed. The days of our dull lives are over. What think you of Crissie? Is she not a pretty wench?'.
'Eh? What? Crissie? Ah, yes!'.
Swinging about once more in a manner that permitted her sire a dazzling but lightning view of her pouting cunny, Astrid addressed herself once more to her own reflection.
'I shall put her to you tonight, Father. You have pleased me more than you think, though judge that not as praise but as a mere commendation which in any event I may withdraw upon my whim. You will be brought to her- not she to you. Go now', Astrid repeated yet again, her tone becoming so sharp that in but a moment the door had opened and closed and she was left once more alone. Rising and casting on her robe again, she summoned Crissie.
'Have John come to me!'.
'Yes, Miss, on the instant!'
No sooner had the maid vanished than Patricia hesitantly appeared, knocking first with great timidity. Her cheeks were pink, her lips parted.
'Dear Papa is utterly wet! What has come about? He gazed at me most furtively and then vanished into his room', Patricia exclaimed.
Astrid sighed. 'It is not given to you, Patricia, to ask questions. It is I who will inform you, if the mood takes me. Let us say that Papa has partaken of the waters and will not be seen again until dinner. Run a bath for me, dear. I intend to go out later'.
'Where, Astrid? May I come?', Patricia asked, again forgetting all that she was told about putting questions.
'You may not. You may, however, amuse yourself in my absence by instilling a little further education into our darling Jemima. The sweet child is quite bubbling for experience, but she must be taught a little more before she has it-as must you, Patricia'.
'B… b… but, I know not what to do. I wish not to chastise her'.
'Of course not. Why should you wish such a thing?', asked Astrid coldly. A tap sounded outside the door which made her toss her head in annoyance that any interruption should intrude upon her discourses. 'In a MOMENT, John!', she called and then turned her attention once more upon Patricia. 'There will be a little sport tonight, Patricia, after I return, late though the hour may be. Crissie is to have a good, thick prick sheathed in her cunny. It will do her a world of good. I may ask you to attend upon it'.
'Oh! But who? I mean, that is to say-oh!'
'Really, dear, you sound exactly like Papa. Would that I put you to it instead'.
'D… d… d… I don't know!'
'You will know soon enough, pet, and may take good fortune there from. The veils of modesty within and without you are not completely broken. When they are, I believe you will be as lustful a wench as any. Do you like being called that? A wench?', Astrid laughed merrily and kissed her solemn-looking sister on the mouth. At that, Patricia tried to gather herself, for she wished now above all to be as Astrid was.
'I would like to do it again, yes', she said boldly.
At that, Astrid laughed again and ruffled her sister's hair. 'That is to the good then, though I believe I may have to tie you up still. Papa is quite fervent to put his cock into your nest'.
'Oh!', exclaimed Patricia and rushed from the room, quite forgetting her attempts at self-possessiveness and all but knocking the waiting valet over in her passing.
Summoned then within, John's eyes literally gloated over the erotic spectacle that his lightly clothed mistress presented. Even so he knew better by now than to do anything but stand in a position of humble waiting.
'Do you know how to open windows, John?'.
'Eh, Miss. To effect an entry, as they say? Warrant I do. It takes but a thin knife blade and a bit of caution and then…'.
'That will do, John. Secure such a knife, or rather two, in case one becomes broken. Dinner will be taken an hour early tonight. Tell cook'.
'Yes, Miss, but what am I to do with the knife?'.
'Bring it with you, you fool. You are coming out with me after dinner!'
CHAPTER 19
Through the dark lanes at nine-thirty that night Astrid's carriage rumbled, while John, sitting motionless
