moralist such as society would purport to believe in. I abide by my own rules, which in themselves are simplicity. They call for calmness and obedience, a total submission of body and soul'.
'Oh!', exclaimed Belinda, covering her face.
'Yes, my dear. You will find it not a difficult path to follow under my guidance. You are an attractive woman still. I know your passions. They will not remain unsatisfied. The males will be at stud to you under my control. Your own whims will be occasionally exercised at my discretion. The progress you obtain in these matters will eventually assure you a greater freedom. I have use for one such as you. Rise and clothe yourself now, for you have no choice in the matter'.
I cannot do such things-I cannot! OH!', Belinda shrieked, as once more the whip sang its song about her thighs, making her curl up and squirm madly.
'What a bottom you have-truly magnificent! You will make a fine mare of occasion in the stables for the male slaves to mount. Up, woman, and let us have no further nonsense or your tale shall be told throughout the county on the morrow!'.
A strange procession indeed made its way into Astrid's house an hour later. Patricia, rushing down, stared at all in wild surmise. Clara bit her lip and knew not where to look. Belinda returned Patricia's gaze with attempted arrogance, which melted rapidly as she was urged forward along the hallway. Wide-eyed and trembling, Ronald had his freed cock held in the almost maternal grasp of Astrid's gloved hand.
'Lady Smithers will be put in the blue room, Patricia. Make sure that all is comfortable for her. Clara will abide in the room adjoining yours. Ronald will be housed for the moment in one of the upper rooms. Escort Her Ladyship up. The other two will follow. See to it that they are fed before being put down, then return here. John, you will go about your duties'.
'Yes, Miss'.
'Yes, Astrid'.
Removing her elbow-length kid gloves slowly, Astrid watched the little party ascend. Belinda had made less trouble in the carriage than Astrid had thought might be the case, but she sensed well enough how her mind was working. Once within the house, she believed, perhaps, that she might somehow take control. Astrid's lips curved with amusement at the thought. Tomorrow morning Her Ladyship would be thoroughly whipped, as would Clara and Ronald, preferably with the three of them bent over side by side. Their training proper could then begin.
Humming to herself, Astrid indulged in a glass of her favourite liqueur and then summoned Crissie, who had been kept out of sight upon the entrance of the trio.
'Crissie, I mean you to be pleasured tonight. Where is the master?'.
'In his study, Miss, still. He seems to be hard at work on something'.
'Upon my demands is he hard at work, Crissie, as you will shortly be, with your bottom well up, Miss, and no nonsense from you'.
'Oh, Miss, you intends to whip me again and I ain't done nothing!'.
'Of course you haven't, and I do not intend to. Must you have always been remiss in your duties to have your bottom warmed and tingled? I believe you know better, Crissie. Come here and let me feel you. How nice and warm you are! How round and silky it is. Have you ever had a cock up there, between your springy cheeks?'.
'Lawks, no, Miss, it would be too big. It were tried once but he couldn't get it up and anyways I squealed and struggled so much my mother came running and all was discovered'.
'Well, now, what a comedy that must have been! You must not be so rambunctious, Crissie. I promise that tonight it will not go up your bottom, though you will be put to such exercises later. You shall have a fair poking in your cunny, my girl, but you are to remain perfectly still on all fours while taking it. Otherwise I shall indeed whip you until you howl. I have your promise on it?'.
'I'll try, Miss. Will it be John?'.
'No, it will not be John. He has spilled sufficient of his potion for tonight. Go and bathe yourself now and put on a clean chemise and stockings. You will look at your prettiest thus. Brush your hair, for I mean to have you tidy. Go then into my room and wait. You are to position yourself well on the bed as I have told you- head and shoulders down, bottom up. You little devil- your cunny is moistening at the thought of it'.
'Oh, Miss, if I dares say it, I love to have your finger there, you do it so nice!'.
'And with my tongue, too, no doubt. I may raise you yet above the elevation of your present station, Crissie, if you please me. Just wriggle your rump a little when it is put in-let it be lodged full, and then remain still. If you are a very good girl and abide by my wishes, I may let you pleasure me afterwards. Would you like to lick me a little, Crissie?'.
'That I would, Miss. It would be a fair honour. I ain't never tickled a lady with my tongue before, though I've thought of it'.
'You must tell me later who that was and what brought on such thoughts, you little wanton. You may use the second bathroom to lave yourself. Do it thoroughly, for I want delicacy and cleanliness, Crissie. Go!'
With the servant's fluttering exit then, Patricia appeared.
'Lady Smithers is in some agitation, I fear, Astrid. Oh, the questions she poured upon me!'.
'I trust you answered none save with absolute discretion. The night is warm, is it not, Patricia? You do not need to wear so much. Go to your room and attire yourself only in a clean pair of drawers, fresh stockings, garters, and boots. Then attend me in my room'.,
'Astrid! Oh! What do you intend?'.
'The furtherance of your education, my dear. Hasten now or I may have displeasure with you. How you hesitate,, you silly girl. Come, I will see to you. Is Jemima abed?'.
'Yes. I did attend to her, Astrid, I did'. 'In the most amateurish way, I am sure. You may tell me of it later', said Astrid firmly, guiding her without and up the stairs, where under her unwilling gaze Patricia undressed and then attired herself so fetchingly that Astrid could not help but murmur in admiration.
'Such delicious curves, Patricia. Pull your drawers up a little tighter-and your stockings. Perfect! You would stir the prick of a statue, my pet'.
'Wh… what are we going to do, Astrid?', quavered Patricia, who felt very naughty indeed in her attire and wiggled her bottom as she walked.
'Shush, dear, you are ever at questions. Stand now in the corner by the wardrobe here while I bind your wrists behind you. Stand still! What a fidget you are! Now your ankles, pet, for I wish you not to move-nor indeed to speak', added Astrid, who then rose from her chore and swiftly placed a black-velvet gag across her sister's mouth, tying the ends behind beneath her hair.
Patricia's eyes bulged. A muffled squeak escaped through the cloth the while that Astrid, ever smiling, tidied her stockings tops beneath the tightly ridging garters that gave a slight, extra swelling to Patricia's bared thighs. Then did the door re-open and Crissie appear, wide-eyed and gaping at what she saw.
'On the bed with you, Miss!', commanded Astrid, slapping the girl's bare bottom and making her literally jump upon it, while Patricia, bound and staring, perceived the saucy rising of Crissie's bottom and the fig of her quim peeping beneath as she took up her posture.
'Farther back, Crissie, I want you farther back, your bottom just over the edge of the bed. There-so. There's a good girl', Astrid soothed, not being able to resist passing her fingers lightly under the maid's moist slit. Soft and warm from her bathing, it felt as inviting and delicious as Astrid wished it to. With a pleased sigh, and while Crissie dutifully hung her head and kept herself displayed, Astrid gazed at Patricia and mischievously put a warning finger to her lips. Positioned some eight feet from the bed and standing helpless in her bonds, Patricia bubbled wildly through her gag.
'I will not be a moment. Be still, both of you', murmured Astrid mockingly..
From a drawer she took one of Julia's gifts to her-a short, brown-leather strap with a thin, lengthy chain attached to it. Jemima had seen it on the occasion when Astrid had first opened her valise. Astrid had not told her what it was, for she deemed it rather too advanced for her younger sister's age. Patricia's education as to its use would soon be complete, for it was a penis strap, a device whereby a male could be led by the chain to a waiting female.
Moving it through her fingers, Astrid left the boudoir and proceeded to her father's study, whence came a
