Anonymous - The Vicar's girl

'Just your robe, Mabel. You will need no more than that. The juice will not be wasted on your belly tonight In with you now and quickly about it. I give you but ten minutes', Vanessa was murmuring to Mabel.

'Yes', Mabel said. It had almost been 'but'. She had remembered in time not to say that. Words were being said that she had never heard before Miss Markham came. Her door closing, she raised her dress and looked at herself for the first time as she was-her thighs, the subtle curve of her belly, the inviting thatch beneath. Miss Markham said she was beautiful and had a lovely round, firm bottom and fine titties.

'There will be many who will plunge their cocks between your nether cheeks, my sweet, and many others who will burrow in your cunny, too. Behave yourself tonight and wriggle well. You have already proved that you can do so, have you not?' Vanessa had asked.

'You made me', Mabel had wanted to say, but then she had realised that Miss Markham knew about the woodman's hut, and that she had not been there to see she was obedient, so it wouldn't be true-not quite true, almost true, not quite.

I don't want to learn, Mabel told herself pettishly, but even so took her dress off and then her chemise. She wasn't to wear drawers any more. Miss Markham had said so and taken them all away. There was a naughty tingling between her thighs. She almost wished there wasn't, and she sighed. She had to keep her bottom up at first, Miss Markham said, and afterwards she had to turn over on her back. Half dreamily, Mabel fingered her warm cunny and then withdrew her finger guiltily. It made her feel even more tingry, but in a few minutes, in a few minutes it wouldn't be her finger anymore.

Her Papa would have a cane on his bed, Miss Markham had said. He would use it if necessary, she had said.

'I do not want this fine little bottom of yours to work to the cane, but to the cock', Miss Markham had said, and Mabel wanted to cover her ears against that still intruding voice. But it was almost ten minutes now-almost, and the awful thing was that she wanted to now. It was going to feel ever so funny when he put it in but he almost had already- almost, yes. Donning her flimsy robe, Mabel put a moistened palm upon her doorhandle and turned it slowly, hesitantly, half fearing that Miss Markham was waiting without to guide her in. But Miss Markham had said she wouldn't- not if she were good.

Mabel's bare feet on the carpet made no sound, but even so Vanessa, hidden in the darkness, smiled and heard her movements, heard the feint swish of her robe and her suddenly decisive opening of another door. There would be moans now-creakings of the bed-but no one else would hear. After the first explosions of that manly cock, Mabel would soon surrender to a second bout, though petulant she might pretend to be.

Moving soundlessly back herself into her own room and casting off the single black robe she had quickly donned, Vanessa took a fine long feather from her bedside table. The tip was tickly, and it had to be. Margaret must be made to writhe.

Making her exit again and taking care not to make a noise by closing her own door, which she left ajar, Vanessa noted with satisfaction that Hugh's was also as she had left it. The oiled hinges uttered no squeak as she peeped in and saw him sitting naked on his bed, his young cock fiercely up in flagpole style and a sheepish but expectant look upon his face.

'In fifteen minutes, Hugh-you understand?' Vanessa whispered.

Awed, Hugh gazed at her superb nudity and nodded. The waiting clock on his mantelpiece sent little arrows of sound into the room. If it were true what Miss Markham had told him… but then it must be, because she was undressed as well and he could see half of the fine bush of her Venus

mound, the rest of it tauntingly concealed by the edge of the door. She was holding a long feather in her hand. He wondered why and what it was for.

'Ten', Vanessa repeated and then drew his door to, but did not close it.

The waiting silence from behind Margaret's far door pleased her. It would not last for long, though.

After all, Margaret was going to get such a nice surprise…