Anonymous - Frank and I

I was a member of a couple of good clubs, which I visited whenever I felt inclined; and Frances, being a sensible girl, never objected to my leaving her alone. She had plenty of resources of her own, and as she was fond of reading, she used to have a box of books sent to her from Mudie’s every week. So I amused myself just as I chose, but I generally dined at home with Frances, who always dressed for dinner, and the repast was sure to be a good one, for the cook was skilful, and could always be depended upon to send up a properly cooked meal.

I was faithful to Frances; and when in London I always 5? ept with her, and we thoroughly enjoyed our amorous gambols; so that altogether, our life at the little villa was peaceful and happy. I frequently took her out to dine at a restaurant; afterwards going to some theatre, or other place of amusement, and the girl was always delighted with the entertainments, as everything was new and fresh to her. I got her a piano, and engaged a teacher for her, and as she had a very good ear for music, she soon was able to play a little. And I found out that she had a sweet voice, so I made her learn some of my favourite ballads, and she would sing them to me in the evenings when I was at home.

While the shooting and hunting lasted, I often went down to Oakhurst for three or four days at a time; but I never once poked Lucy, although she threw herself in my way as often as she could. She did not attempt to “assault” me, and I fancy she did not like to run the risk of getting such another tremendous spanking, as was the last one she had received from me.

I was, however, always glad to go back to the villa, after a few days’ absence; and I found it very pleasant to be welcomed by a smiling, handsome, well-dressed young lady, who had taken care to have a nice dinner ready for me, and who could amuse me all the evening afterwards with her lively talk. And then the delicious night that followed!

Frances seemed to become more voluptuous as time went on: in fact, she was often more eager for an embrace than I was; and even in the day-time she sometimes, by some device or other, got me to give her a poke.

I will relate how she induced me one day to satisfy her desire.

It was a cold afternoon, and we were sitting by the fire in the drawing-room having our usual cup of tea. Frances was looking very pretty, dressed in a charming, lace-trimmed, blue satin tea-gown, which fell in soft folds about her graceful figure. The sleeves were wide and loose, showing her beautifully-shaped milk-white arms up to her dimpled elbows.

She poured out a cup of tea, and brought it to me, then she fidgeted about the room for some time, arranging the nick-nacks on the various tables, and occasionally sitting down at the piano and striking a few chords.

At last, she came up to me, and looking in my face, said: “I feel very restless this afternoon; and I have taken a strange fancy into my head.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“I want you to take me across your knees, and give me a spanking, just as you used to do when I was a naughty girl at Oakhurst,” she replied, with a curious expression on her face.

I laughed. “Well, you know I am always ready to turn up your petticoats for any purpose; but I warn you that I will make your bottom smart, as I always did when I had occasion to spank you for being naughty, I do not care about pretending to spank. I like to spank in reality.”

“That is what I want,” she replied. “It is my fancy to be treated as a naughty girl, and spanked in the old way. Not more, but nor less.”

I was extremely delighted at her malting this curious request. I had not spanked her for upwards of a year; and the last time I had whipped any one, was when I had given Maud her final birching, some months previously. And, as I have already stated in this narrative, whipping a bottom always gives me great sensual pleasure.

So, speaking in a stern voice, just as I had often spoken to her at Oakhurst, I said: “You have been very troublesome this afternoon. I am going to give you a sound spanking. Lay yourself across my knees.”

She entered into the spirit of the thing; assuming a frightened expression, then with feigned reluctance placing herself in position, and as the well-dressed, handsome young lady lay across my lap, my cock sprung up against my trousers in full force.

I turned up her pretty, blue satin skirt all round, as high as I could get it, rumpling and creasing it a great deal: then, to lengthen out the pleasure, I slowly rolled up, one after the other, her lavender-scented, lace-flounced, snowy petticoats, and her delicate silk chemise. Then I stopped, and gazed at the rounded contour of her bottom, which was only hidden by her dainty lace-frilled drawers of the finest linen; and owing to the curved position in which she was lying across my knees, the thin garment clung closely to the hemispheres of plump flesh, and I thought I could see a pink tinge showing through the filmy material. Unfastening the drawers, I pulled them entirely off her legs, and looked with glistening eyes and intense admiration, at her broad, deep, lovely milk-white bottom, displayed in all its naked beauty upon my lap. I also glanced with pleasure at her plump, well-rounded thighs, and her beautifully formed legs which were looking most charming in the tightly-fitting pearl-grey silk stockings she was wearing. Her garters were of dark blue satin, and her little feet were cased in high-heeled shoes of maroon-coloured morocco leather.

It was a ravishing spectacle! After I had satisfied the lust of the eyes, I proceeded to gratify the sense of touch. I stroked her velvet-like skin from her loins to her knees, and I paddled with the firm, elastic flesh of her bottom, squeezing it all over with my fingers, and making the blood come and go. But the most delicious part was yet in store.

I had taken care, when turning up her undergarments, to push them all well above her waist, back and front, which I had been able to do, by slightly loosening her stays. And I now unbuttoned my trousers, so that my stiff prick sprang out and pressed hard against her naked belly just above the “spot.” She felt the touch of the dart, and a slight quiver passed over her body.

Everything being ready, I began to spank her; not severely, but quite as smartly as I had ever spanked her when she had been a naughty girl at Oakhurst. She should be whipped exactly as she had desired.

I spanked her very slowly, and she winced at the hot slaps, every one of which printed a five-petaled red flower on the lily-white field; and as her bottom grew redder the smart increased and she began to wriggle in pain, quite in the old style. But I experienced a. more exquisite sensation of sensual pleasure than I had ever felt before; because, on this occasion, her cool, soft, naked belly was rubbing against the uncovered tip of my upstanding prick. Placing my left hand under her, I put the end of my forefinger just inside the lips of her cunt; while with my right hand I continued to spank her smartly, each smack making her flinch sharply against my finger, and thus forcing it deeply into the warm recesses of the “grotto”; till finally the sensitive little button was touched, and then it almost immediately distilled a few-drops of moisture which wetted my finger.

At last, the smarting behind, and the tickling in front, worked her up to such an intense pitch of excitement, that she could hold out no longer; and twisting herself round on my knees she looked up at me, her face flushed, her lips trembling, and her big blue eyes full of tears, yet gleaming with hot desire. “Oh, that is enough!” she exclaimed. “Don’t spank me any more. Do the other thing! I am on. fire! Embrace me quick! Oh! Poke me!”

It was the first time she had ever used such plain language.