Anonymous - Experiences of a Country Girl

That night Mr. Raleigh entered my bedroom where I was reading and, after making me take off everything except by brassiere and stockings, told me I had acted fairly obediently, but that he had not given me a whipping in some time and felt it necessary to keep me in good training. So he made me bring him my hairbrush on my knees and then, to prove my utter submission to him, slip down my panties myself and let them fall about my knees as I bent over the arm of the armchair. It was a very uncomfortable position, for my feet kept slipping on the rug, but very soon I was being distracted too severely to notice the sharp whacking blows he applied on my naked bottom, pressing his left palm on the small of my back to keep me in position. He gave me thirty spanks, made me kiss the hairbrush, much to my blushing and tearful embarrassment, and then go to bed with just my stockings and brassiere on. He had not returned to me that night; he said he might in the morning, but I had a terrible apprehension that this time he would…

My intuition, alas, was right, for about dawn I was rudely wakened by feeling his hands on my breasts and his mouth pressed hard on mine. I woke with a start, then recognized him and he whispered to me I was to open my legs as wide as I could and prepare to kiss “my cock.” Then to my confused and shamed surprise, he knelt over me and, lowering his… thing… to my mouth, ordered me to kiss it lovingly. I obeyed half-dazed with sleep, and then I felt his mouth suddenly press down on my… spot… and began to kiss and suck and lick me there. I was dying of embarrassment, but his orders to me were repeated and his fingers pinched my still tender bottom to make me obey, so I complied with his wishes. He began to put his tongue between the lips of my… spot… and forage around, and I felt myself stiffen and jerk nervously as a curious, tingling sensation began to start in my body where he was licking me. I was so terribly ashamed I was nearly crying, but I kept kissing his… thing… till he told me to suck it gently and use my own tongue lightly on it. I felt myself trembling fitfully as with fever, and my thighs quivered and writhed as if I were being spanked. As he kept up his licking and thrusting into my… spot… I moaned and my breasts began to swell and I felt my nipples stiffening, and then he stopped suddenly and, turning around, got over me, told me to remove my brassiere, then fondle his “cock in your soft hands and then put it into your sweet little pussy… I've made it juicy enough to take a good poking now, Lucille.”

I obeyed him implicitly, and the moment he was entered inside the lips of my spot… he fell on me furiously and, gripping me by the shoulders, made me cling my arms and legs around him while he began to “poke” me with deep long digs and thrusts, his lips glued to mine and my tongue forced to rub against his by his express order. My senses began to reel and I moaned and arched and twisted under his hard stabs into me, and then slipping his hands under my bottom, he grabbed the inflamed cheeks hard and began to lunge into me savagely while I cried out and twisted, feeling bruised and shaken by his vicious possession. Then suddenly I felt a hot searing wave flood my body, and at the same moment he drew out of me, laying his… thing… along my naked heaving belly, and thrust a forefinger back into my quivering… spot… and began to rub me.

I had never felt anything like that before. He was rubbing something that felt as stiff as his… thing… and I turned my head back and forth while his other hand gripped one of my bottom cheeks hard till the tears came to my eyes. And then I felt a sudden jet of hot spattering liquid along my belly and waist on up to my breasts… And as I cried out in surprise, a shattering force seemed to seize me and fling me asunder…

When I opened my eyes, trembling with the exhaustion and reaction, he was standing over me with a smile, smoking a cigarette. “At last the little virgin knows what it is to come in her sweet little pussy, my dear,” he chuckled. “And high time too, I was beginning to think you were just the least bit frigid, but it was that spanking which did the trick. Rosa didn't take long at all, you'll be happy to know.”

And with that insulting comparison which let me know he had made love to poor Rosa after whipping her and before he came to me, he went back to his room and left me weeping with my shame… But the exhaustion of that incredible sensation he had so unwillingly roused in me soon made me fall back into a heavy, drugged sleep…

It was a week later that I had the most shameful humiliation of all. Mr. Raleigh was driving to town that morning to buy supplies and foodstuffs, and would be gone till the next evening. Just before he left, he told me to get Rosa. When I brought her back, he said calmly to her, “I shan't be back till tomorrow night, and I expect you and Selena to behave. Lucille will tell me whether you did or not. However, as Lucille herself is my ward and subject to my discipline, you are to watch her conduct about the house. I'll phone you this evening to learn whether she's been a good girl, Rosa.”

“Oh, M-Mr. Raleigh,” I gasped, turning a violent red with mortification and feeling the tears come to my eyes.

“Goodbye, my dear.” He ignored my outburst. “I trust Rosa won't have any bad reports to give me about you, Lucille. Keep an eye on both the girls and be truthful when I ask you on the phone tonight about their behavior.” With that he left and got into the car and drove away.

Rosa and I were both very red in the face and could hardly look at each other. Mr. Raleigh had pitted us against each other, and I was dying of embarrassment to think that like a schoolgirl I'd be “reported” on by her, just as I knew it must rankle her pride to have me, who was younger than she, have to tell Mr. Raleigh about whether this beautiful young servant had “behaved herself.”

I had some housework and studying to do assigned to me by Mr. Raleigh and I occupied myself with it through the afternoon. At lunch, which Rosa served me in my room, I blushed violently to have to see her after what Mr. Raleigh had said to both of us. It was eight o'clock in the evening when the phone rang, and I answered it. It was Mr. Raleigh. He chatted a bit pleasantly, then asked me if Selena and Rosa had been good girls and done their work. I told him yes, and then he asked to bring Rosa to the phone. Uneasily, I went to get her and then waited nervously. I heard her say, glancing at me wide-eyed, “Yes, sir, if you say so-oh, yes, of course I will, sir. You'll be home day after tomorrow, in the morning? Shall I have breakfast ready for you, Mr. Raleigh? All right, sir… goodbye.”

She hung up and turned to me, eyes avoiding mine carefully.

“What is it, Rosa?” I asked curiously, feeling a premonition of something wrong.

“Mis' Lucille,'' she blurted, getting red in the face and still avoiding my gaze, “the Master, he tell me… I… I… got to spank you tonight before you go to bed. An' tomorrow night, S-Selena, she have to do it.”

“Oh, no. Oh, Rosa, no,” I cried frantically, turning redder than she in my stupefaction. “Surely he didn't say that? But… but… didn't he ask you how… how… I was today and you know I didn't do anything wrong.”

“He… asked me, all right. But then when I tell him, he say to me, Rosa, Miss Lucille, she needs to be kept obedient, and I won't be home to do it tonight or tomorrow night. So tonight you give her a spanking and have Selena give her one tomorrow night. That's what he say, Mis' Lucille, don't be mad… I–I'm awful sorry, honest… You know I don't want to do such a thing but Mr. Raleigh, he say if I or Selena don't obey him, he gives us both a good hard whipping with the birch when he gets home. Please, Mis' Lucille, don't hold it against me. I only have to carry out his orders, you know that.”