Anonymous - Astrid Cane

'Up with you, on your back, on the bed-lie over the edge!', she hissed.

Quite uncomprehending, Ralph scuffled up to obey, his cock waggling fiercely. Nor would she have it that he might settle himself comfortably. He was to poise indeed on the small of his back so that his bare buttocks protruded over the edge, and he was forced to support himself in great part by the pressure of his feet on the floor, a posture he found most uncomfortable since there was naught but air to rest his bottom on.

Thus did he stay, his hot-flushed eyes staring wildly up at the ceiling, towards which his cock also pointed. While he did so, his aunt, moving to the other side of the bed out of sight of him, divested herself of all save her waist corset, her stockings, and boots. Being of above medium stature, she presented to Ralph's gaze a figure of statuesque glory upon appearing once more before him. The glimpses he had up to now had of girl's bottoms, cunts, and thighs were as nothing to the mature, ripe curves his aunt presented to him. Her slit, being particularly hairy, had a bush that sprouted boldly upon the plump curving of her mount while her pale breasts, adorned with two ruby nipples, jiggled like blancmanges. Having already experienced the clamping of her thighs, Ralph knew their majestic fullness well, the rich creamy columns flowing up on their outer surfaces to blend into the firm rump of her bottom and the weighty flowing of her hips.

'You will remain still, arms at your sides!', she breathed, whereupon, spreading her thighs, she drew them up on either side of his own and so positioned her avid bower that but a second sufficed to take and position Ralph's prick. A gasp escaped his lips upon feeling his knob brushed against her waiting cuntlips, for he had never known such a thing before. Disregarding his fleeting expressions completely, and being minded only to pleasure herself, his aunt steadied herself by placing the tips of her fingers on either side of his hips, and then she lowered her humid honey pot down around his prick.

Ralph remembered forever that first ride she had taken upon him, exhorting him fiercely not to move his arms and to control the shooting of his sperm until she bid him release it. This, of course, Ralph was quite unable to do the first time and so suffered for his sins by receiving afterwards a fierce bottom-smacking from her hand for having released his juices even as she was about to come for the first time.

'Little beast, little beast-you will learn to obey!', she had admonished him during his spanking while he howled and cried with his cock still dripping. Thrice weekly after that for the rest of his holiday Ralph was called to his aunt's room. Not always did she crop or spank him, though he was never sure when she would and so was ever kept on tenterhooks. Sometimes, having brought him to strip and having erected his cock, she would tie a cord about it and lead him all about the boudoir until she deemed him ready to service her. Thus did he enjoy some momentously splendid fucks, sometimes even being allowed to approach her from the rear and so engage his cock in her slit that way. This he delighted in, for his aunt's big bottom-cheeks would smack juicily against his belly, though he ever had to guard himself against injecting his sperm before being told to.

Thus Ralph came to the knowledge that women were Nature's most glorious creatures and ever to be obeyed. Even so, it puzzled him greatly that his aunt toyed also with her female slaves, among whom were counted two of the prettiest farm girls who had never let him raise their skirts. Therefore it seemed to him that while all women were glorious and commanding, some were more so than others. But all were to be venerated. This, however, he had never been able to convey to his departed wife, who had scorned him as a weakling and seemingly not even fit to be put into slavery to her.

As to his daughters, Jemima and Patricia, it seemed to Ralph as though they inhabited a different world. Of occasion he had wondered what might happen if he birched or spanked them, though he could not imagine such a thing, for in some ways it seemed a desecration. At other moments he longed to see beneath their skirts, particularly that of Patricia, who was nigh on nineteen now and as fulsome and curvaceous of form as any man could wish. Long had his eyes dwelt furtively on the slenderness of her waist, the promising curves of her hips, the protrusion of her breasts, and the impudent thrust of her bottom. Jemima, on the other hand, was but sixteen yet possessed already such a cherubic figure as sometimes made his cock stir guiltily.

Alas, thought he, that he had not been able to engage with his aunt for longer, for he would have learned more of the secret ways of the world. Several times she had bound him tightly with cords and made him lie beside her naked body all night, his cock fiercely prodding up the sheet. Yet he was unable to move limb or muscle until his aching arms and legs were freed, though that was seldom before morning.

'Such exercises are good for you', his aunt would say simply. 'They help to fire your loins and to teach you humbleness'.

To return to such a world, Ralph ever yearned, and he fretted much that the licentious volumes he obtained-while often including merry tales of birchings and such-gave him no instruction upon that which he most sought. Might a man bind a woman for his pleasure? The idea frequently distracted and taunted him. It would be devilish wrong yet great fun to do so, though he might be punished for it afterwards. That it was the punishment he sought, he had no doubt, though, like many, he found it hard to confess it to himself.

Now his musings and memories interrupted as a knock came upon the study door.

'Come in', he mumbled ungraciously, not wishing to be disturbed at all. He found himself in the presence of Patricia, who looked at her most desirable in a cream summer dress prettily adorned with blue ribbons.

'Papa, shall Astrid be long in returning?'.

'A few days, my dear-a week, perhaps-I know not. Do you then fret for her?'.

'Oh, no, Papa, not especially, for it will be a short time, will it not? I came only to enquire of news of her. Shall you be down soon?'.

'I think not, for I have much work to do', sighed her father, who found himself seeking solitude more and more.

'Very well, dear Papa, then we shall see you at dinner', enjoined Patricia, who in turning away wore upon her lips a most secretive smile. Whether her papa stayed in the study or not she did not normally care a jot, but on this occasion she had reason for seeking a privacy that he would not interrupt. Unchaperoned as she had been of late in her mother's absence, Patricia had made the acquaintance at an afternoon reception of a gentleman she much fancied, for his tastes, though a trifle peculiar, suited her livesome nature. Hands trembling not a little with excitement, she made her way unseen into the garden and from there to a rustic hut her father had once had caused to erect on the edge of a neighbouring field.

This being the place she had chosen for a secret tryst, Patricia hastened there as well as the sweeping folds of her dress would allow and was delighted to see that the door stood ajar, thus betokening that her in amorato had already arrived. Her heart somewhat in her mouth, she entered and found him sitting there, smoking a cigar and waiting.

Major Hopstone, as he was known, was a much-travelled man who could engage ladies by the dozen with accounts of his military and other adventures in India and elsewhere. It was the 'other' adventures that particularly intrigued Patricia, for he had spoken to her rather boldly of them already and had considerably stirred her senses. So much so that, although twenty-five years of age divided them, she felt more womanly than ever before in his presence.