Anonymous - Frank and I

Taking her up in my arms-she was no light weight-I carried her to the sofa and laid her down upon it; then putting both my hands up her petticoats, I unfastened her drawers and palled them down to her heels. Then my hand strayed all over her most secret charms. I stroked and squeezed her great big bottom, the flesh of which was firm, and I played with the long locks of soft hair which covered the lower pan of her belly; and finally I tickled the “spot” with my forefinger. When she felt it, she squirmed, and covered her blushing face with both her hands; but she lay quite still.

I unbuttoned my trousers; raised her petticoats, stretched out her legs, and got between them; then clasping my hands under her bottom, I began to poke her. But I had actually to part with my fingers, the long, thick hair which completely hid the lips of her cunt, before I could get the weapon into the sheath.

She struggled a little, for form’s sake, exclaiming in a low tone:

“Oh, don’t! What are you doing? I won’t have it!”

However, when I had fairly got into her; she abandoned herself entirely to me, and settled down on her back.

As she had not been poked for upwards of eight years, her cunt had contracted, so that it was wonderfully tight and small, for a woman of her age.

I fucked vigorously, but as slowly as possible; and she seemed to be rather tender; for she winced a little as my big prick stretched the “spot,” which had been virgin for so long a. time. But, nevertheless, she liked the embrace; meeting my thrusts well, and heaving up her bottom in a brisk and lively way, uttering little cries of pleasure and pressing me tightly to her bosom.

When the end came, and I sent the hot stream up to her womb, she gave a squeak, and wriggled herself about under me; gasping out: “Oh! Oh! Oh! — h-h-h!” till she had received the whole of the discharge. Then she laying panting, and sighing; with her bosom palpitating against my breast, and her bottom quivering in my grasp.

I buttoned up my trousers, and she fastened up her drawers: her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were shining, and she appeared to be perfectly satisfied with what I had done to her. Throwing her arms round my neck she gave me a hot kiss, saying fervently: “Oh! that was so nice. I have been longing for years for such an embrace.”

Then she added, coolly: “But I must run away, and take the necessary precautions. I won’t be long. Wait till I come back.”

So, nodding and smiling at me, she left the room, and I made myself comfortable in an easy chair, feeling very well satisfied with the plump governess. She was not Frances, But she was a voluptuous woman, and she had proved to be a luscious poke.

I determined to “have” her as often as possible in future.

She came back in about a quarter of an hour, looking fresh and nice. She gave me a cup of tea; then we had a confidential chat; and she promised to let me know what day she would be alone again in the house. Thus everything being settled to our mutual satisfaction, I kissed her, and went away.

Next morning, while I was dressing, it struck me that Frances would like to hear how I had fared with the governess.

So, at four o’clock, I called at the house, and for a wonder, found the mistress at home alone. After the ordinary-greetings had passed between us; she asked, eagerly: “Did she let you ‘have’ her?”

“Yes,” I replied.

She laughed, saying: “I knew she would. Was she nice?”

“Yes. But not so nice as you,” I answered, smiling, and bowing.

She rose to her feet, swept a profound curtsey, and then sank down again into her chair, laughing heartily.

I remained chatting with her quietly till our tete-a-tete was interrupted by the entrance of some visitors whom I did not know; then I shook hands with her, and took my departure; without having seen Miss Martin.

A few days passed, but I did not pay a visit to Kensington. If I had gone, I should not have got a poke. I knew that Frances would not let me touch her; and I also knew that Miss Martin would not allow me to “have” her if Frances was in the house. The buxom governess had not the least idea that her intrigue with me was known.

However, I daily expected to hear from her that the “coast was clear.” At last the note arrived; telling me that she would be at home alone, all the afternoon; and that she hoped to see me. As soon as I had lunched, I started off, intending to spend a few hours with her, as I had taken quite a fancy to her opulent charms. At half-past two o’clock, I reached the house, and was shown into the drawing-room, where I found her waiting to receive me. She was looking very nice, and I at once gave her a hearty kiss, which she returned warmly; her eyes sparkling, and a pretty pink colour rising to her plump cheeks.

I took her on my knees, and putting my hand under her petticoats, I unfastened her drawers, and played with her in the usual way till my cock was in a full state of erection. Then I lifted her up, and was just going to lay her on the sofa for a poke; when she said, smiling: “Wait a little. I have something to do first. It won’t take me long. I will soon be back, and then we will have a long afternoon together, with nothing to disturb us.”

“What are you going to do?” I asked.

“I am going to whip Dora,” she replied in a matter-of-fact way, going to the cabinet and taking out the rod. Then she walked towards the door, saying: “I shan’t be more than ten minutes.”

“Stop a moment,” I said. “Why, I thought Mrs. Mark-ham herself always punished Dora?”

“So she does. But to-day she was in a hurry to go out, so she asked me to whip the girl. I have never hitherto whipped her.”

“What has she been doing?” I asked; taking the rod from Miss Martin, and examining the little article as if I had never seen it before.

“She has been saucy and insubordinate to her stepmother. The girl has been very troublesome lately; as she has been allowed to have her own way a great deal too much since Mrs. Markham has been engaged. However, she shall smart to-day. Her stepmother has told me to whip her soundly. And I intend to do so.”

“What a tiny little rod this is!” I observed, holding it up. “I should not think it could hurt much.”

“Oh yes, it can,” said Miss Martin emphatically. No doubt she remembered how much it had made her own bottom smart.

I laughed, as I thought of the day when I had seen her naked under the rod. Then I said: “I should very much like to see how a governess whips a refractory girl. Could you not let me see you punishing her? I could hide behind the curtains in the alcove, and she would never know that I was there. Come now, Kate,”-her name was Catherine-I added, kissing her: “do let me see you at work. It will give me great pleasure; and I assure you that no one shall ever hear anything about the affair.” She laughed; and after a little hesitation, said: “Very well, dear. If it will really give you pleasure; I shall be delighted to let you see me whip the girl.” I gave her another warm kiss by way of thanks.

Then she went on: “When Mrs. Markham punishes Dora, she merely whips her. But I will humble her as well as whip her. You shall see how a strict governess punishes a rude, saucy girl.”

So saying, she placed three chairs close together in a row. Then, turning to me, she said: “Now hide yourself, and I will go for the girl.”

She then left the room; and I put the rod on the table, and went into the alcove behind the curtains, which were closely drawn.

In a short time, the governess returned with the culprit, who was looking pale and frightened, though not actually crying. Dora was over fourteen years old: she had grown rather tall, and her budding bosom was just beginning to show its rounded contours; but she was still wearing rather short petticoats. She was prettier than ever, and her long auburn hair now reached below her waist. As I gazed at her, I thought what a lovely woman she would be in a few years’ time.