shoulders, as over the back of the camera itself. Her hand sought forward and focussed the big brass lens. Marie's eyes had a sullen look. Aunt Maude took one slide of the pair, cautioning them to be still for a full minute. Then my uncle rose and assisted her in changing the glass plates.
'Raise your right hand, Maria, and let his prick lie on your palm!' Katherine said.
There was hesitation. Imperceptibly Frederick's prick stirred and thickened as it lay on Marie's warm, moist hand. Maria would have bitten her lip in dismay if my aunt had not told her sharply to keep her expression fixed in a smile.
With small variations Aunt Maude continued photographing. The light was excellent, she observed. By the fourth attempt Frederick's prick stemmed fully upright, the flesh swelling around and above the neat blue bow. Maria was forced to hold it now. Her face had a dull, vapid took.
'It is done,' Aunt Maude said at last. She collected the heavy glass plates together. They would be framed in gilt, she said.
'I will take them now,' Katherine said. Walking across to Frederick whose penis had not lost its fine erection, she took hold of his chain. 'Get up,' she said quietly to Maria. She smiled across at me. Did she know I wanted her?
'Where shall you take them?' Aunt Maude asked.
'To the stable. It is time they were coupled.' A short squeal came from Maria as Katherine moved behind her and inserted a finger upwards between the globing cheeks of her bottom. 'So tight and plump-she will milk him deeply,' she smiled. Her smile had a taste of olives.
Maria jerked forward and went to kneel at my aunt's feet.
'M'am, I beg you!' she pleaded.
Katherine clicked her fingers and Jenny came forward with a leather neckband and chain which she secured quickly around Maria's neck.
My aunt's eyes were kindly. She gazed down at the top of Maria's bent head.
'Beg me you should, Maria. What a foolish woman you are.' Her hands raised her skirt. The dark vee of her pubis was apparent to all our eyes through her white, split drawers. Her bared thighs came warm and sleek to Maria's face. Maria lifted her head slowly. Her tongue emerged, mouth hovering about the plump mound whose curls sprouted so thickly. The lips moved against her lips. My aunt's legs spread a little. Maria's tongue made a broad wet smudge around her pouting.
'Rise now!' my aunt said to her. The chain clinked. Jenny pulled on it and drew the woman to her feet.
'M'am…' Maria's lips quivered. She looked like an overgrown girl who did not know what to do. Her nipples protruded thickly on her large, milky breasts. The surrounding circles were broad, crinkly. The flesh was firm.
'You will obey, Maria. Mare and stallion in the stable -it is fitting. Go now!' Aunt Maude ordained.
Katherine led them out. Through the windows I could see the trio crossing lawn towards the paddock.
Aunt Maude funned to us. 'Go upstairs,' she said, 'you should not have watched.'
In my room I made to remove my dress. We were never permitted in our bedrooms to remained clothed. Frequently now we were inspected. The hairs of my mount were occasionally trimmed to form a neat line below my navel. It would make the rest of my curls cluster more thickly, Katherine had said. She entered as I drew my dress up to my waist in preparation for removing it. Without halting her pace she stepped quickly forward and cupped the naked cheeks I exposed. I wriggled immediately to her fondling touch.
'Do you want to go to the water closet?' she asked. I nodded. I had drunk much wine. 'And I-come with me.'
The water closet had been newly installed. There were not then many in use. The annex in which it stood was large. A mirror was fastened to the door which faced the white and blueflowered basin. Leading within and bidding me to lock the door, Katherine immediately raised her dress and squatted.
'Hold ma-hold me while I do it,' she murmured.
I held back. I hesitated, but she seized my wrist and drew my hand between her thighs. The hairs of her sex around the pouting lips tickled my fingers. A murmur escaped her mouth that I recognised as one of deep pleasure. I felt her moistness, tire oily slit. Her arm came up and drew my face down., Our mouths merged in a misty sweetness. My senses swam. Impulsively I cupped her furred treasure which of a sudden gushed out a fine golden rain over my palm as her tongue intruded into my mouth. Its long wet coiling around my own tongue together with the warm flooding over my hand hypnotised me. She gripped my wrists until the last trickle. 'You now-you do it,' she said.
I protested weakly. Rising, she moved me around and raised my dress. My bottom was presented to the bowl. My knees trembled. I loosed my waiting flow in turn, drenching her palm and fingers while we kissed. She held me until the last seepings. Then we dipped our hands into a bowl of water and dried them on a thin towel that hung on a nail.
Emerging, Katherine laid a hand on my shoulder. 'Your uncle wishes now to see you,' she said. 'He waits in his study.'
I had not visited the sanctum before. My footsteps along the passageway slowed. Katherine's hand pressed lightly against the small of my back. 'Do not be wilful,' she urged. The kaleidoscope of my thoughts spun. The moment we entered, my uncle's arms engaged me. I pulsed in his arms like a small bird taken in the hand.
'Has she been good?' he asked of Katherine over my shoulder. A laugh came from her. A sprinkling of falling silver leaves.
'She wet my hand in the closet,' Katherine said, 'her thighs are wet still. Feel her.'
Moving swiftly up behind me she raised my dress clear to my hips, then caught my arms and drew them tightly behind me.
'Open your legs and show him. See-the damp is still on her thighs,' she said. My face was scarlet. I writhed helplessly in her grasp while my uncle surveyed me at his leisure, the slimness of my calves, upswelling of thighs, the trimness of curls where my treasure was entrapped. White of belly.
Of a sudden then I was flung against him. His prodder, hidden by his breeches, stung my thigh. In his bear hug I was lifted, swung. The edge of a waiting couch came against the backs of his knees. In falling he drew me with a simple motion over his lap, my jellied breasts exposed in turn by the upwreathing of my dress. 'No, Uncle, no!'
My gasp came in the upsweeping of his hand which blasted down on to my naked bottom.
I yelped, I cried. The burning was immense.
'No, no, no, NO!' I sobbed again. My training had left me. Fire blazed in my cheeks. My legs kicked. I clawed at the carpet. The splatting of his palm came down again and again. I was woman and child. My bottom reared and flamed. Pearls of tears cascaded down my cheeks.
'Ya-aaaah!' I screeched again and again until he stopped and I lay limp, helpless to his caressing. The big palm glossed my globe, his fingers delved. I burbled out my sorrows. His free hand sought my dangling gourds.
'Get up, Beatrice!' Katherine intoned.
Blear-eyed and wriggling like a fish I came upright. Her arms clasped my waist tightly, allowing the insensate wriggling of my bottom to continue. Her mouth sought mine. I choked. Salt tears were at my lips. Her voice coaxed me, murmuring upon my mouth, breath to breath. A haze of wine and perfume. She had raised her dress. Our stocking tops rubbed together. The cream of my bubbling bubbled to her lips. Cunningly she parted her legs, rubbing her slit against mine, her hold not lessening about me.
'How oily your quiet-how stiff your nipples, sweet.'
I gulped her words within my mouth. Wildly they swam, my head invading. Gulping to pulping of lips and tongues. Hot tongues in my bottom licked my groove. Long she held me, coaxing, kissing. My torso shimmered. A stickiness between our bellies grew-a mist of perspiration. In silence my uncle sat behind me waiting.
The stinging in my bottom eased, became a throbbing. Lost in time and space I stood, Her mouth was my haven. A strange torpor seized me. I felt my legs parted until I stood straddled. Katherine's fingertips quested my globe, parted its cheeks.
'Let him see-let him see, Beatrice. He has stilled you, has he not-after your whipping?'
'St… st… st…' I stuttered. Her fingers clawed the opening of my cheeks. She held me but loosely. An insolence of power.
'Stilled, yes, Beatrice. His rod in your bottom. A single plunge within. We call it that. Move backwards now. Move slowly, inch by inch.'
In the cobwebs in the comers were there words? Released, my hands caught empty air, fastened upon the
