Anonymous - Beatrice

"At the end of the first week, immediately after each had been birched, I released Samantha, the eldest, while leaving the other two bound. Cautioning her to be silent, I bound her wrists and removed her blindfold. Blushing violently, she made to turn away from the upright majesty of the cock that awaited her, but I twisted her about to face it."

"You made her ask for it," I murmured.

"Of course."

Katherine's voice was husky, her eyes wild with pleading for the attentions of my tongue.

"How crude," I said softly and rose, looking down at her. "Katherine, draw your skirt up fully-well beneath your bottom. Good. Spread your legs more. Excellent! A delicious thatch, my sweet. Has it been watered of late?"

Before she could reply I strode to the door and gazed back at her. She looked indeed a picture of wantonness, her breasts heaving. The tint of her thighs above her stockings was as of pale ivory. The bush of her quim was thick and luxuriant.

"Wait!" I said coldly, quickly removing the key from the door and turning it on the other side as I went out. Unmoving she sat, the beseeching of her eyes following me.

I hastened to Aunt Maude and told her of my immediate intentions. Her eyes glowed. "I will have him made ready," she said, "it will take but a moment." Summoning Maria, she told her to fetch Frederick without delay. He came as usual in his quietness-a watchfulness, I felt, that was well concealed behind a long-practised subservience.

"You will strip," I said. He gazed at me for a long moment as if uncertain as to whether he was to obey or not and then immediately removed his jacket. Assuring myself that there were no other servants about, I then fetched a simple, straight-backed wooden chair which I placed for him.

In his nakedness, Frederick was a magnificent animal, perfect in physique. His cock stood a proud nine inches under the gentle manipulation of my fingers. Bidding him sit, I then had my aunt bind him tightly to the chair facing the doors.

"You will see now to Katherine?" I asked my aunt who nodded and went out. The very mention of his mistress's name made Frederick start-not out of apprehension, I perceived, for while a dull flush spread over his cleancut features, the rubicund knob of his penis appeared to glow even more.

A scuffling sounded from beyond. I strode to the doors and opened them. There stood Katherine, wriggling in the stronger embrace of my aunt. Between us we hustled her within and closed the doors anew upon the little ceremony I intended.

"Oh how dare you!" Katherine blustered, her colour rising high at the sight of her manservant whose upquivering tool awaited her pleasure. There was no need to remove her dress. It hoisted cleanly and swiftly enough again to her hips. While Aunt Maude held her wrists 1 smacked her bottom hard, causing her hips to jolt and bringing a light sheen of tears into her eyes.

"Quiet, Katherine!" I instructed coldly. "Has he not had you yet?" With every word her enforced but dragging footsteps brought the superb nudity of the lower half of her body closer to the manservant's haggard gaze. "No!" she shrieked. Her head shook wildly.

"You will speak!" I told him. "Have you not savoured the voluptuous pleasures of her bottom, the wobbling of her lovely breasts to your lips?"

"M… M'am? N… no. She has brought me frequently to dress her and undress her-to prepare her often for her bath-but never have my fingers been permitted to touch her adorable skin," he stammered.

Perhaps it was his unexpected use-indeed unheard of use for a servant-of the word "adorable" that brought a softer shriek than I had imagined would come, as Katherine was manouevred over him, legs apart, until his manly tool prodded up in waiting just beneath the pouting lips of her quim.

"Oh! Maude! Beatrice! I beg you-no!" Katherine sobbed in what I felt was entirely theatrical effect. No doubt in her early training of the Eridge daughters she had heard them all say it in turn. Drawing Katherine's arms forward over Frederick's shoulders, my aunt continued to hold her while 1-pressing my hand downwards upon her bottom – reached beneath and guided the stiff cock of a now groaning Frederick between the soft lips of her slit.

Katherine's eyes rolled. Her head fell back, her knees trembling on either side of his as the nubbing nose of his lovestaff urged within her luscious grotto and secured its place. The rest was but a matter of a simple downward thrust on Katherine's shoulders. A low humming sound which appeared to mingle shock and pleasure trilled from her throat as her brazen bottom cheeks at last descended upon Frederick's bare knees, there to settle with a squirming, agonised motion.

The rest was simplicity. In a trice she was bound to him, the bodice of her dress being unlaced so that his nose settled somewhat blissfully no doubt in the deep valley between the silken gourds of her tits.

Dearly as I would have loved to have knelt down, I did not. It would have been undignified. Nevertheless, I would like to have seen-on that first occasion-the deep rooting of his cock within her and the way his balls were squashed beneath her. Her arms were secured around his neck and her ankles fastened to his. Thus she had room to manouevre her bottom up and down and would do so, I had no doubt, once they were alone, despite her sobbing protestations as Aunt Maude and I made to leave.

"B… Beatrice! you cannot!" Katherine implored. Imprisoned and shafted upon him thus, she looked adorable. Her nipples already sprouted thickly, I noticed. I had no illusions that the moment we left them in this erotic stance his lips would begin nibbling at the rosy buds her exposed melons presented to him.

"You may come in her as you wish… on this occasion, Frederick," I said quietly. Then we were gone, the doors locked behind us.

"A merriment-did you not think?" I asked Aunt Maude.

My aunt nodded. "It will do her no harm. She has long inhibited herself in his respect, I am sure. You will not permit him to master her, though?"

It was an unnecessary question, as her eyes told me. There were permutations into which I had not yet entered nor thought to enter.

"I shall make her Mistress of the Robes," 1 said, and laughed. We placed our ears to the door briefly and caught their muffled moanings. "She will speak not a word to him out of pride," I said, "and neither will he dare address her despite the fact that he has her plugged. An almost perfect conjunction, I think. She may punish him later, at her wish, of course. I shall permit that. They will enjoy that also -both of them."

"You have grown in your knowings," Aunt Maude replied.

"Of course," I said pertly. The exercise had given me a heady feeling of conquering without cruelty-the path I was thereafter to follow in all my knowings. Eight persons out of ten have a willingness to submit in the right circumstances and guided by the right hands. Therein is a safety for them. They are led-permitted. In their enforcement are they permitted. 1 had moved beneath the sea and raised my skirts. The water had lapped me. A tongue had lapped me. Fishes had nibbled at my garters.

I would have a dozen pairs of gloves of the finest kid, reaching to my elbows, I told my aunt. The idea of the very sensuousness of their touch communicated itself to her immediately. She would have her glove-maker bring them she said. They would be extremely close-fitting. "Their come will bubble over your fingers," she smiled. "When I wish it," I said. "Come-I want you on the rocking horse."

Aunt Maude stepped back. "I?" She jerked, but my hand already had her elbow. "Do you mean it, Beatrice?" I had no need to answer. Her docility came as from one who had half expected it. Stockinged and booted, but otherwise naked, she looked superb. Her figure had a rubbery firmness in all its outcurving aspects. Mounted on the horse, she stretched her bottom back brazenly, her slit gleaming juicily.