bright around me and they watched my every movement- waiting, as I knew. 'I may employ an amanuensis', I replied. Unsure of the meaning of the word, I used it out of mischief. 'That is done?', she asked. She looked dismayed, and turned towards her father, Douglas, who stood bluff, undressed me with his eyes and then restored my blouse at least. I watched her speak to him and saw him nod. Papa held Adelaide close to his side, and I remembered how her breasts had shown. Upon a moment I was then confronted by my father-in-law. His lowered voice presaged a confidence he did not fully feel, I thought.
'It is done, my dear, but on the other hand there is a price to pay'. 'Indeed? My purse is empty', I replied. All eyes were on me. I drank slowly from my glass, but did not take my eyes from his. He was not portly, nor was tall nor short. His waxed moustache was proud above his lip. An inner quivering I knew, but I stood still.
'Your lovenest will not be, my love. Not on this night nor any other, I believe. Forgive me for a moment', and-so saying-he stepped back across the room to speak to Papa and Mama. I stared at Adelaide.
She blinked and smiled a smile uncertain, crossed her arms and then unfolded them. Jane winked at me. I emptied back my punch and felt my silk chemise against my quim-a curtain fluttering against my curls. I had a moisture of excitement there. 'It shall be Adelaide', I said, and all stood still. I had interrupted, as it seemed, a conference of lewd intent. 'Yes, Adelaide!', laughed Jane, who caught my look. 'Not me! It is not fair!', squealed Adelaide and made to run. I barred the double doors to her. Papa came up and took her elbow in his hand. 'Stand still!', he barked at her. A servant entered unawares, stared at us and retreated. I turned around and turned the key. 'Adelaide!', said Mama. In her eyes was a bleak look I had not seen before. Some vengeance curling there perhaps, brought from its slumbers to dismay the day. 'The girls will hold her-Jane and Eveline'. 'AH!', came from Adelaide, but she was gripped, wrists held behind her back, I knew a conqueror, a warrior, emerge in me. 'Eveline, pull up her skirt!'-'YEE-OOOH!' came from her as I spoke, but then her thighs were bared, fringe of her muff. Pink stockings girded tightly up her thighs, pale bulb of bottom just a little shown. And all the room was still, was still.
'Let her be seen', said Pamela's companion. Hands extending, he drew up her skirts the more and bared all that was quite delectable to view-her quim well-thatched, thighs plumpish, pearly skin, her bottom naked and impertinent, well cleft for ventures she would now sustain.
'James will be first-then you', I said to him while Adelaide effected struggles, but no longer squealed. She clipped her thighs together. They were smacked by Eveline who knelt and bunched her fist between the girl's round knees. 'Papa also', I said, and added, 'But I do not wish to watch'. Their eyes were awed. Adelaide cried out my name in shrill despair. 'She will be tasted, as I would have been', I said, unlocked the door and slipped upstairs, my heart a-raging like a summer storm. I had undone myself perhaps. I heard a thin-pitched cry and smiled, but held a moment to the bannisters. Mama would nip her with her teeth, perhaps. I did not really know the way of things, felt both despondent and yet proud. Adelaide had failed the test, had not been quiet. I knew instinctively one should be quiet, and on tiptoe to passion, as Papa had said. I had not mentioned Arnold of deliberation-or I had forgot. It did not matter, anyway. I could not see his lips rimmed with her salt. His Mama would delay him from the deed, or mayhap hold him back. Imaginations of his withered penis in my mind. I was a coward, so I told myself. I should have stayed and should have watched, yet had a slight distaste for orgies of that kind, however ceremonial they were. I did believe they were. Oddly enough, they have solemnity. The men's pricks rise, but are not shown.
The girl is feted afterwards with drinks, caresses, praise- all that, then order is restored and partners quietly chosen. This I learned in aftermath, but knew it also from an instinct that I had. Some thirty minutes passed before I heard a footfall on the stairs. I knew its weight, I sensed its purpose, and sat still, my belly warm, my knees apart beyond the latitude of ladyhood. I waited on repentance and on hope. The door opened to admit my father-in-law. 'The girls will have you first-then Y, he said. A small black whip hung down beside his thigh. The end was knotted and it twitched. I rose as if to greet him, but I did not smile. 'It is the price-the penalty', he said. 'In my own house?' I tried to stare him out, could not, and bowed my head a little. To his glee, I think. 'There will be others on your bed, between your thighs'. 'Mama will not permit'.
'She will be occupied, and is already so. Nests may be spermed today-it is the way of it. Remove your gown and your chemise. You have no drawers on, I believe?' 'I have not, no'. My mood was moody, ever changeable. From earth I trod on swamp and then on earth again.
'Kneel well up on your bed and let your bottom overhang the edge.
The whip will not lambast you overmuch, I swear'. 'And who prescribed this penalty?' I loosed my dress, began to draw it off. His eyes glowed at my nakedness beneath, my stockings taut as father had desired. 'Tradition, Emily-and there are others you will need to learn. My Lord, yes! I was told your legs were beautiful. Indeed they are. Turn round and show your bottom to me, girl'. My gown discarded, I cast off my silk chemise and laid it on a chair, exposing as I turned my cleft cheeks to his wicked view. 'Superb! All that has been said of you is true. A perfect arse-a wondrous globe! Now, Emily, to the bed. Kneel up and place your hands before you as you do-and do so with a certain grace, I see, that well becomes your future. Legs apart, girl! Have you not been taught to show?' I did not answer, hung my head, displayed my cleft, my quim, to him, and knew not why I did it and yet knew I must. His maleness was apparent in his stride, his stance, the bulge beneath his trousers, just as Papa was, and James, and Pamela's companion. I heard footsteps, heard a laugh from Adelaide, and then Papa's gruff tones. She uttered up a little 'Oh!', a girlish squeal, and was no doubt prepared to say her prayers. 'ZOOO- WHITTT!', I heard, and then the whip's tip scorched my nether cheeks. I yelped, bucked forward, rocked. The sting was deep. It swirled across my bottom and explored the chasm, but before I could recover came another and another then, snake striking, biting, a full flare of heat. I heard a wailing high inside my head and knew it to be mine, heard my thin screeches echo to the walls.
'D… don't!', I whimpered, but suppressed the please' I almost uttered, too. 'YEE-AAAARGH!' burst from my lips for even in my whimpering he coursed me twice again and caused my hips to swirl. The bed bounced underneath my knees. Tears plopping from my eyes fell on my hands. Red-hot, white-hot, my bottom churned, and then his hands assailed me, held me still. 'Hold still, girl-keep your legs apart', he growled. 'I c… c… cannot!' But my howls ignored, he clamped me tighter, forced my hips to still, then suavely moved a finger up and down my groove, sought my rosette and felt the puckered rim.-'I am, I am, I am a bride', I moaned. I cared not what I said, and jittered, wriggled, as he urged his finger into my sleek channel, causing me to gasp. 'To all of us this day, I trust. Sustain it, Emily; you will have bigger there'. 'No, no! OOOH-AH!' His finger deeper up, I felt the knuckle and he twisted it quite gently, causing me to hiss and feel my rimmed rosette expand. His free hand seized upon my neck, forced my head down, nose buried in the quilt.
'Silence!', he uttered and I clenched my fists, swam in the darkness under eyelids that were closed, and snivelled as he moved his digit in and out. 'Now move your bottom back and forth, or you shall taste the whip more bitterly than you have known'. 'C… c… c… OOOH!', lips squashed, I choked and moved my bottom timidly, aware of dulled surrender in my mind and yet experiencing withal a sense of deep excitement to receive the probe. 'Straighten up now, Emily', I heard, and did so awkwardly. His finger half slipped out with the contraction of my bottom, but the tip remained. No sooner was my body straight than it urged within again and caused my legs to quiver, though I strove to keep them straight. My back was pressed against his broader form. His free arm stole around my waist and the hand descended slowly down my belly's curve to brush my thicket and then cup my quim. 'Turn your head now and extend your tongue to mine', he growled, his finger parting, as he spoke, the rolled lips of my cunny. A whimper that was fretful sounded from my mouth-was followed by a quiet, submissive squeak as I was forced up on my toes by the insurgence of his finger in my bottomhole. My neck turned slowly and I found his mouth. 'How sweet your breath', he murmured, lips to lips. His tongue was broad and lapped my slimmer one. I sagged, was finger-thrust upright again, and-open-mouthed-felt swoony, trickling my saliva round his lips. A sound-creaking of door.
Constance appeared, Fiona in her train. I struggled, wriggled, but was held, his mouth mashed deeper into mine, my neck a-strain, eyes wide and staring sideways at the pair. 'Tongue her, Fiona', came from Constance then. The young girl knelt before me and I made to clip my thighs. My lips were slippery beneath his own, neck twisted painfully.
Fiona's head came up and forced my knees apart. His hand uncupped my cunny and her warm mouth buried up beneath, tongue sleeking into bubbling moisture there and causing me to gasp upon his breath the while that Constance fondled my hard nipples with her fingertips.
'Leave her to us, Papa; you promised'. Constance said. Her tongue lisped long and wet between our own while Fiona's found my perky spot and maddened it. 'Do not be long about it then, for we must have her home
