Anonymous - Astrid Cane

'Oh, must you know? Do you not know the shame of it? My drawers were removed and I was thrust beneath the weight of Mm. He had been whipped soundly, I can tell you. But to my infinite astonishment that seemed only to serve to increase the length and girth of his… his big thing'.

'His cock, darling. Be not shy to use the word'.

'I screamed, I cried, I struggled-truly I did Astrid, but there was no one to come to my aid. That awful woman commanded him in all he did. He held my b… b… bottom-cheeks and parted them. My shame was too intense to describe. I felt the hot glowing of his… his cock… and then it was pushed in. Ah! I could not get my breath-I was being split in twain. I cried for mercy but to no avail. Spurred on by her crop he pushed it up me inch by inch until-I know not how-I contained it all'.

'Fiercely throbbing, was it not?'.

'It pulsed, it burned, it tickled-I could feel every inch of it and every vein upon it. How long he held it in I do not know, for I had all but fainted. The woman lifted his shirt front to ensure that my poor bottom was well pressed into his belly. "Remain!'", she instructed him, and so I was held'.

'You were bottom-corked', Astrid smiled. 'Tell me truly, for we are sisters and can divulge all manner of secrets to one another, was it awful or did you not have some pleasure from it once your bottomhole has eased?'.

'Oh, how can you say that!'

'Did you not, Patricia? Remember what I told you. Truthfulness is all-not to say, obedience to my wishes, which I desire most'.

'Perhaps a trifle. Pleasure, that is to say. OH!', exclaimed Patricia at making such a confession, and hid her burning face against Astrid's breasts.

Smiling to herself, Astrid stroked her hair and soothed her. Her arms tightening about her sister's shoulders, she held her firmly and began to whisper to her. Now and then Patricia uttered gasps and wildly shook her head. All these gestures and exclamations Astrid ignored.

'You have been initiated-in small part, at least. That is the strength of it. Such delights we occasionally call "exercising, though the term applies more to males than females. The fearsome lady you encountered is none other than a dear friend of mine, who chanced upon you by accident while grazing her horse. Knowing the excited condition in which you were, she saw to it that you were at least briefly accommodated. Oh, yes, you need not look surprised. Being well aware of who you are, she was mindful to see that you were not as thoroughly and crudely pumped as the Major would have wished. Indeed, she saved you from that, remember. Had you been less than you are-and, indeed, not as beautiful, as she observed to me-he would have been allowed to spout in you at his will. As it was, she afforded you but a glimpse of the pleasures that now await you'.

Even in her confusion, Patricia could not hide a quick smile of pleasure as Astrid brought her face up to the light. 'She said that of me? Oh, but, Astrid, what a change has come over you!'.

'Do you think it for the worse? I do not! In your womanly heart, Patricia, the image of that yearning prick rises ever before your eyes, and indeed you can feel the probing of it at your nether cheeks, which are full ripe for such an adventure. Let us refresh ourselves with some tea, for I have much to talk to you about. I have but to ring and Crissie will bring it up. She is a pretty girl, is she not?'.

'Yes, I had not thought of it overmuch, but now that you say so there is a great attractiveness about her. Why did you say that? I cannot keep up with your thoughts!'.

There is a reason for it, as you shall discover. There is great innocence in you but, now that your bottom has been breached, it will quickly dissolve into a much more exciting vista'.

'Oh, what words you use, Astrid! I never thought to hear you speak such!'

'What a perfect silliness we have about words which are merely to describe that which we may see before our eyes! To deny the words is not to deny the existence of the objects. A man's cock and balls are the very pride of his being. They seek the orifices that we females alone possess. Therein lies the secret of many a pretty game that may be played, as I intend that we shall play them. Your thoughts are already much changed, as mine are. Have you not wondered now about having a man's stiff prick in your cunny?'.

'No-yes-oh, I have, though I should not say it'.

'Stuff and nonsense. I intend to make you as bold as possible in such matters. Suppose I presented Papa's cock to you, as ruddy and stiff as well it might be. Supposing, too, I were tickling your quim at the same time and that your legs were open'.

'Ah, you must not say such things! How wicked! OUCH!'.

'I shall smack you again, Patricia, and much harder if you interrupt me with such silliness. Ah, here is Crissie. Fetch tea and cakes, Crissie, and be not long about it. Miss Patricia and I will be staying in her room a while'.

'Yes, Miss, I'll get it on the double'.

'Get up and pull the curtains, Patricia. The sun is too strong across my eyes. Draw them more tightly together. That's it. What a pleasant gloom there is. How nice and secretive. Come, lie down with me'.

'What a strange mood you are in, Astrid! Crissie will wonder what we are at'.

'There is no strangeness about pleasure, Patricia, as Crissie herself is shortly due to discover. I mean to unveil her bottom and give her a fine whipping this evening, as I shall you, my pet, if you prove obstinate. Yes, you may well look astonished, but I mean to have all things as I intend. Stop fluttering your hands, you silly, for I am only caressing your legs a little. What beautiful smooth thighs you have! I must have Papa buy you some prettier garters. Blue upon white stockings would suit you best. I may allow him to put them on your for a treat'.

'Oh, Astrid, stop it-you are tickling me-don't say such things!'

'Very well-you insist upon such attitudes? What a little hypocrite you are! Julia did not fail to observe, you know, that you wriggled your bottom quite a lot when the Major's cock was plugging you. Crissie? Yes, you may enter. Put the tray down and go immediately to Miss Jemima's room. You will find a black valise there. Fetch it on the instant!'.

'Oh, my goodness, yes, Miss!'.

Eyes wide, Crissie scurried forth, not believing quite that she had seen what she had seen-Miss Patricia with her dress up and Miss Astrid's hand held under her drawers. Scurrying like one possessed, she found the valise in the bedroom, that Jemima had vacated, and returned holding it.

'Now, Crissie, I mean to punish Miss Patricia for her naughtiness. Give me the whip from the bag and then come and sit upon her shoulders when I turn her over. Hurry, girl, for I mean it!'.

'Oh, Miss!'.

Pealing forth cries and screams of outrage, Patricia was firmly held down while Crissie's trembling fingers drew out the black menace, whose thongs hung limp about her wrist. From his study, Ralph Cane heard the screeches that then ensued and pursed his lips. The girls were forever playing about. He would have to summon up the courage to put a stop to it.

'Whoo-hooo-hooo!', Patricia screeched. Hung over the side of the bed with her drawers forcibly taken off and her bottom jutting out as Crissie sat astride her back, she received again and again the stinging sweeps of the thong. Astrid spared her not. Whereas she had merely toyed playfully with Jemima, the slightly larger bottom of Patricia was made to squirm and squirm. Again and again and again the hissing thong tips bit into her richly fleshed posterior, which in but a dozen strokes had already assumed a rosy hue. Crissie, open-mouthed and with her knees clamped excitedly against Patricia's hips, felt her awe of the occasion turn to excitement. How lovely it was, she thought, to see the naked bottom of such a proud Miss wriggle and rotate each time the thongs fanned across it. A warmth made itself felt in her loins and her cunny tingled.