Anonymous - Caroline

“She has promised to be good, Papa.”

“Oh, Caroline, I…”

“Why, darling, shush! You promised and you know you did. Stand up and show Papa your bottom. Turn around!”

“No! Oh!”

How ruthless was my love in making her obey! Swift as a tigress so she hauled up Adelaide and spun her round to show her polished globe. In the same moment, Lady Somner kneeled beside me on the ottoman and ran her hand round my trouser front.

“Be not dismayed, Harry. Her bottom was indulged while you were still in innocence,” she murmured. Before I could reply, she turned my face to hers and sleeked her tongue within my mouth while fingering my buttons at the front and drawing out my tool into her hand. “She was exercised before, Harry, as she is about to be. You know it well, I think, so do not make a sound.”

With that, I could not help myself and sucked upon her tongue. My prick was iron-hard in a trice. I thought of Adelaide returning from her ridings in the past and going flushed into the bath, sperm floating on the water from her rosy hole, as no doubt it did from Bertha's, too.

In such moments I am weak-becoming sightless in excitement. In those seconds my entire vision was filled by the perfumed blur of Lady Somner's face, her heavy-lidded eyes, the silken lashes that tickled to my cheeks, the mountainous tits that sought the lewd caressing of my palm, and which they now received.

“Neee-yeeek!” I heard from Adelaide and tried to tear my mouth away from the engaging one. How perfectly I fell into the trap, so doing, for Lady Somner was then able to upbraid me for my apparent eagerness to watch my sister being caned.

“No, Harry dear, not yet. Wait till her bottom's striped a little more,” she breathed, thus as it were admonishing me for the apparent impatience of my lewd desires while in my ears also sounded an ensuing cry of “thoooo-wah!” from my sister, for whom I feared. Not until another quavering screech rent the air was I permitted to take my view again, whereat the door to our secret room opened and Caroline slid in. I did not turn to look at her, however, for my eyes were utterly absorbed upon the bedroom scene.

Adelaide, her thighs pressed to the rolled side of the bed, her legs apart, was bowed right down, face cupped within her palms and bottom rearing up, its marble whiteness streaked with pink where the fierce cane-as I then thought of it-had seared. Behind her, slightly to one side, stood Lord Somner, cane in hand, his trousers bulging at the front. Even as I watched he skimmed her wriggling bottom once again-and note, dear reader, I say skimmed, for thus it was. The motion of the punitive instrument (though I observed it not finely and had it shown to me afterwards) was that of sleeking across the polished hemispheres rather than striking deep into the sensuously-wriggling orb they formed.

“Noo-noo-nooo!” sobbed Adelaide, her lovely tight bottom rotated much as does a small ball when placed on top of a fierce jet of water, her hips swivelling as though she were striving to shake off the dire stinging of the cane.

How cowardly I felt-for again I wished to shout out, “No!” in echoing of my sisters own sweet, plaintive cries, but already my ardent stem throbbed out in the enclosing palm of Lady Somner, and with some faint squeaking of the ottoman I was joined on the other side by Caroline who boldly opened up the gap the more through which we peered, for she knew well enough that my sister would give no attention to the distant wall. Her palm engaged my balls and drew them out the while her mother frigged my cock.

“How well she does, Mama, does she not?” asked Caroline in quite a breathless tone.

“Indeed she does-just as I knew she would, my pet.”

Already I wanted to come, but I gritted my teeth and held back my spermaceous flow. Their cheeks-warm-velvety-both pressed to mine. I knew nothing so lewd before, nor nothing so exciting as this was. My breathing sounded coarsely, as did theirs. Groping Lady Somner's skirt, I rolled it up and felt her large, plump bottom naked to my hand-my other being already engaged under Caroline's sweet globe and, with reaching fingers, feeling both their twats.

“Whee-hee-heee!” squealed Adelaide, for the cane appeared to meet her harder then and made her heated bottom writhe the more. Its cheeks were strawberries and cream and looked as luscious as they ever did.

“One more, and then Papa will cork her,” came from Caroline.

No sooner had she spoken than “zeee-aah!” sounded from Adelaide whose glowing orb received the fiercest and most biting sweep that caused her back to arch, her head to rise, both hands pressed down upon the counterpane.

“Down, Girl! Head and shoulders down!” barked Lord Somner who, without ado, cast down the cane and ripped his trousers open at the front, displaying to our view a massive prick thick as the handle of a garden broom and twice as long as Adelaide's slim, opened hands. At that her hips were clamped in his strong grasp and motionless were held as his stiff tool approached her hot-seared cheeks, the swollen crest urging between the riven hemispheres.

“Nooo-ah! Oh, it's too big, too big!” shrieked Adelaide whose titties swung, her torso twisting while he nubbed it deeper in, we viewing all in profile-the thick, throbbing stem engaged between her pink-scorched, cheeks. I watched her teeth distinctly grit, her eyes roll up, her head shake madly-all to no avail. He held her as an eagle holds a smaller bird and then-succeeding in engaging her tight nether hole-clamped tightly on her neck with his right hand and held her head down while he urged it in.

“Goo-ah! Goo-ah! Oh, no!” my sister choked. Her eyes bulged, hands clawed, but by then Lord Somner had sunk his yearning tool half in and thus with straddled legs he stood, his trousers slipping down to show his trundle-like thighs, his swollen balls.

A burbling came from Adelaide. Her shoulders sank the more, her bottom seemed to rear to him as if in abject surrender to his lordly whim.

“There, my girl, you are taking cock where all young ladies should,” he croaked.

“Oh, no more, please-oh sir!” and yet her cry was softer then, he standing statue with his prick half up her stricken bottom.

“Quiet now! You'll learn discretion thus! Were your Mama here, would you make alarms?” he growled at her-this admonition seeming to confuse my sister who fell quiet save for her intermittent sobs. Another inch she then received in her tight hole. Her face turned sideways and her eyes seem quite to stare into my own, though in all truth she saw naught, as she afterwards confessed. Or rather, saw naught but her own lewd dreams, as I suspected. “Give me your bottom, girl. Come now-or you'll receive the cane again. How else can you be trained?” he croaked.

“I… Oooh! Oooh! oh! gar-haaar!” came then from Adelaide, for with one mighty surging of his powerful hips, he corked her to the full and held her bottom cheeks pulsating, wriggling to his flesh, bringing a moaning cry from her, whereat he was then still again and indeed was “stilling” her as I learned it was called. Without restraint I then inserted a digit in each of the bottomholes that were at that moment prey to my own hands, receiving from both Lady Somner and my own dear love and eager, husky “Yes!” in full accord. Indeed, their hips surged back and forth, my balls rolling on the palm of Caroline while her libertine Mama caressed my horny prick.

“Did you not hear our moans, our cries?” I asked my sister afterwards. Naive as the question was, I failed to comprehend the utterly overwhelming sensations she had endured.

“I saw naught, I heard naught save for my own moans. I scarce knew where I was, Harry. I had not taken a prick as big in my bottomhole for years.” She blushed and dropped her head and still was timid-to tell me all, and yet I knew. I recall our sitting on the bed together-that is to say, the one she had afterwards been accorded. I recall stroking her cheek and bringing her soft lips again and again to my own in the sweetest of kisses. I recall caressing the polished gourds of her tits whose nipples remained stiff and eager for hours after she had once been put to her trials by cane and cock. Once more, indeed, for she confessed to me at last that it was Papa who had first cleaved her bottom cheeks after bringing the crop to her bare bottom and then stilling her by burying his penis slowly in her wriggling bottom.