Anonymous - Astrid Cane

'B… b… but, I know not what to do. I wish not to chastise her'.

'Of course not. Why should you wish such a thing?', asked Astrid coldly. A tap sounded outside the door which made her toss her head in annoyance that any interruption should intrude upon her discourses. 'In a MOMENT, John!', she called and then turned her attention once more upon Patricia. 'There will be a little sport tonight, Patricia, after I return, late though the hour may be. Crissie is to have a good, thick prick sheathed in her cunny. It will do her a world of good. I may ask you to attend upon it'.

'Oh! But who? I mean, that is to say-oh!'

'Really, dear, you sound exactly like Papa. Would that I put you to it instead'.

'D… d… d… I don't know!'

'You will know soon enough, pet, and may take good fortune there from. The veils of modesty within and without you are not completely broken. When they are, I believe you will be as lustful a wench as any. Do you like being called that? A wench?', Astrid laughed merrily and kissed her solemn-looking sister on the mouth. At that, Patricia tried to gather herself, for she wished now above all to be as Astrid was.

'I would like to do it again, yes', she said boldly.

At that, Astrid laughed again and ruffled her sister's hair. 'That is to the good then, though I believe I may have to tie you up still. Papa is quite fervent to put his cock into your nest'.

'Oh!', exclaimed Patricia and rushed from the room, quite forgetting her attempts at self-possessiveness and all but knocking the waiting valet over in her passing.

Summoned then within, John's eyes literally gloated over the erotic spectacle that his lightly clothed mistress presented. Even so he knew better by now than to do anything but stand in a position of humble waiting.

'Do you know how to open windows, John?'.

'Eh, Miss. To effect an entry, as they say? Warrant I do. It takes but a thin knife blade and a bit of caution and then…'.

'That will do, John. Secure such a knife, or rather two, in case one becomes broken. Dinner will be taken an hour early tonight. Tell cook'.

'Yes, Miss, but what am I to do with the knife?'.

'Bring it with you, you fool. You are coming out with me after dinner!'

Through the dark lanes at nine-thirty that night Astrid's carriage rumbled, while John, sitting motionless opposite her, wondered mightily at what was afoot. Astrid had told him nothing save that they were to pay a visit and that he must obey instantly her every word. Modestly clothed in a dove-grey gown, his mistress looked utterly bewitching and with the full bloom of health upon her-which in fact was exactly as Astrid felt. Clutching a tubular leather holder, which, until that day had housed her father's telescope but now enclosed her favourite whip, Astrid wondered with distant amusement whether or not she would have to use it. Whether or not she did, three more would be gathered into her fold, for she suspected well that the undoubtedly arduous exercises of the day would have rendered Lady Smithers and her kin tired if not completely drowsy and more completely subject to her will.

Left his instructions curtly, her papa would now be conning over the more practical details of intentions she had put forth to him and which he yet little understood. Much leatherwork was to be ordered, including several very small saddles and bridles of which he certainly could not see the purpose. That a saddle would cloth his own back and those of a few other males would be beyond his ken. Such riding exercises for the 'studs' were imperative, Astrid deemed. The females would take to the saddles and ride them around. Jemima would giggle much at the idea but would soon get used to it. There were various ladies, too, who could be firmly saddled and then urged from the rear by a firm cock if they showed signs of refusing their riders.

The stables were to be enlarged and rearranged, Astrid had also decided, for the more she thought upon things the more inventive she became and quite hugged herself with glee at that. Her father's bemusement had been utter.

'It is not for horses, Papa, but for disciplinary purposes', Astrid had deigned to explain. 'There will be stalls for males and others for females. That is all I intend to tell you. I will brook no delays. The drawings of such scarce require the attendance of an architect. Summon builders tomorrow and I will instruct them. Such plans as you can draw need only be rudimentary, nevertheless I shall expect to find them done on my return'.

'What are we at, Miss?', John enquired when they arrived at the residence of Lady Smithers, which Astrid was pleased to find in darkness.

'A matter in which I am sure you will find some pleasure, John. The coach is to wait here. I do not want it to be heard approaching the drive or we may be undone. Did you bring Lucifer's? We shall need to light a lamp within'.

'I 'as everything, Miss, including the ropes and straps you give me. A fair lark this seems to me. I don't fancy it if we are caught'.

'Be silent, you fool, we are not burglars. My intent will be made plain soon enough. Come, we will enter through this window. It belongs to the drawing room and therefore I shall know exactly where we are. Can you slip the catch?'.

'I'm trying, Miss-it's a bit stiff.

'As you are, too, John, I see. There-it is done-you are a useful fellow. Climb within, find a lamp and light it, and then open the door to me. It will save me spoiling my dress'.

Within but two minutes, Astrid stood again within the house, though this time it brooded a silence of even greater promise than it had done earlier in the day. Entering the drawing room by the light of the lamp that the valet held, Astrid looked carefully all about and was amused to see a pair of drawers, which she well knew to be the property of Lady Smithers, lying at the back of the sofa. John, having not missed them either, picked them up and allowed himself a quiet chuckle.

'There's been a rare do here, Miss, by the looks of it'.

'There will be another shortly. Listen to what I have to tell you. I well suspect that we shall find the three occupants abed together, or, if not, then two at least and one in his own bed. We will proceed quietly upstairs and come upon the lady of the house. Her son and daughter will give us no trouble, I believe. The girl is quite tasty, John, and I will see that you have your reward of her in due course. That apart, I expect you yourself to treat them with the respect that is due your betters'.

'Of course, Miss, I won't do nothing until you say. A nice shape, is she, if I may make so bold to ask?'.

'You will see soon enough, but the question is nevertheless impertinent. I have mentioned the possibility merely to give you a mite of encouragement. Be quiet upon the stairs. I know the lie of the place for I have visited before. There, along the corridor, that is the main boudoir where I am sure we shall find an enervating scene. Open the door silently for me and then place your back against it when I am within. Now!'.

Such cries of alarm then sounded as turned into wailings from Belinda and Clara of the utmost astonishment. Naked, they lay abed with Ronald between them. Having indulged themselves earlier in the day, Belinda had seen no reason why they should not continue the sport. Of the three, Ronald held the most petrified silence as, with a single gesture, Astrid tore down the bedclothes and disclosed all that the trio had already made themselves thoroughly acquainted with in their amorous romps.

'My God, what is afoot?', shrieked Belinda, sitting up and gazing fearfully at Astrid and the brooding figure of John, who barred the door.

'Oh, Mama, we are lost!', wailed Clara, who crossed her legs but could otherwise riot cover herself for all their clothes lay pell-mell on the floor.