Anonymous - Aphrodizzia

Is it not an amusing irony, Jack? Julia, the product of a select school and good family, chose to behave as a slut at home. Now, when she is to be treated like a young slut, she shows all the indignation of a perfect lady to whom one makes a lewd suggestion. Never fear, her hands began to undo her riding-jeans. Down they came, with her knickers inside them. She turned, and I was able to admire the adolescent fatness of Julia's bottom and thighs as she clambered on to the table and lay facing the younger girl. I drew a waist-belt round Julia and a strap round her wrists so that she too was tethered to the steel ring set conveniently at the centre of the marble surface. The two girls lay there, each gazing at the long mirror on the opposite wall in which she saw her own and her partners bare rear view reflected in the infinitely receding images. “You may as well accustom yourselves to this routine,” I began gently as I pulled on my thin rubber gloves. “No more playing with yourselves behind bolted doors in closets or washrooms. From now on you shall spend an hour or so each morning lying on the table, in the hands of whichever mistress supervises you.” They both looked at one another with wild surmise-and then they looked at me. The resentment in Julia's hard young face was matched by the petulance of Natasha. I took the jar which contains a soap-cream heavily and elegantly perfumed with sensuous flowers. Taking a generous quantity in the palm of the rubber gloves, I began to spread it slowly over Natasha's elfin form, from her waist to her knees. I smeared the moist slipperiness over her young belly and round her still narrow hips. My hands travelled down her slim white thighs and up again. “Open your legs a little more, Natasha,” I said gently. A light blush showed in her face but she obeyed. My fingers moistened her lightly-furred vagina with the perfumed cream. I drew my hand away and then spread the soapy wetness over the taut slim cheeks of Natasha's bottom. It was the work of a moment to sink my forefinger deep into the jar of perfumed soap-cream and then to insert the rubber-gloved finger up Natasha's pert young arse to the very knuckle! She cried out in alarm, Jack, for you may be sure she has never had anything like this before. Yet Natasha's arsehole yielded with ease, though a girl of her age is naturally tight in that area. Slowly I withdrew my finger, leaving that rear escape route well lubricated. Natasha was trying to hide her eyes from Julia as well as me-and you may be sure that the blush had deepened a little. I chided her humorously. “Such false modesty, Natasha! After you have had this every morning for a few months, you will become quite addicted to a finger in that manner!” I took the sponge and made Natasha open her legs again. “Now,” said I, “we must see that little fountain play, Natasha!” She tensed and could not, though her need was not in doubt. Happily, Jack, there is a remedy to this. If one tickles expertly the little pipe-hole of the fountain, the patient cannot hold herself back. So Natasha let the golden rain flow like Danae, loading the grateful sponge. I leant over her and whispered into her ear that my rubber-gloved hands were also waiting to receive something else. How she buried her face in her arms now, Jack! I daresay she would have defied me, but the skilful application of that finger made defiance impossible. A moment more and she gave a little cry, her bottom yielding its burden into the gloved hands behind her. I left her lying in her present state no longer than it took to restore the gloved hands to their pristine pinkness.

Then I had only to sponge over Natasha's prim young body from waist to knees where it was already spread with the richly perfumed soap-cream.

The sponge was well-prepared, for such girls as Natasha and Julia carry their own ample supply of warm water with them, do they not?

Despite her consternation at this, I assured Natasha that we observe economy in all things. Our young blondes elfin bottom had the most obvious need of the sponge, which next moved in wet lathes over her hips, belly, thighs and between the legs. When I had finished, there was no more than the faintest glistening of unwiped lather between Natasha's buttocks and on her thighs. That apart, I left her wet from waist to knees with her own flood. The heavily perfumed soap-cream imparted a heavy, even cloying richness of scent to Natasha's trim body and to the air of the warm room. In my passion for cleanliness and decency, I insist that even the white elasticated briefs of Natasha's school knickers shall be so sweetly impregnated when she wears them that the perfume will scarcely be washed out of them. Imagine Julia's face as she saw that her own turn had come!

Under the short parted fringe of her spiky coiffure, the hard young contenance and heavily made-up blue eyes were set to defy me.

“Not in the mood to submit yet, Julia?” I asked coolly. “Very well. Perhaps you need a taste of the strap across those soft young bottom-cheeks.” To tell the truth I wished to avoid this, but there was no real alternative. I took the broad strap of thin leather, pressed down on the back of Julia's waist, and gave three smarting strokes. I aimed one of them so that the end of the strap caught her just between the legs, leaving an angry red line. With another stroke, the split tails of the thin leather curved in between Julia's bottom-cheeks. I leave you to imagine, Jack, if she continued to defy me after that! Once again my rubber-gloved hands spread the wetness of the soap-cream over Julia's heavier thighs, lumpish hips, and fatter arse-cheeks. Anticipating greater resistance, my well-loaded forefinger entered Julia's backside three times until her young belly's rear exhaust-pipe was quite filled with the cream.

Despite having had three smacks of the strap across her bare bottom-cheeks, Julia continued to gasp and tense under my hands, quite unlike Natasha's blushing submission! I suppose, Jack, that it would never do for an adolescent rebel like Julia to submit tamely to obedience-training imposed by her elders and betters! Be that as it may, she was no more able to resist the tickling of the little fountain-nozzle than the younger girl had been. Once more the grateful sponge was well-supplied. On my command, Julia's backside paid its tribute to the rubber-gloved hands. The provision of warm water was ampler in Julia's case than in Natasha's. Presently she lay defeated, shining wet from her own torrent. The morning ritual, which had lasted an hour, was almost over. Despite the extreme lewdness of what had been done to the two girl-pupils my stern moral diatribe had justified everything. I took a dry sponge and wiped the two pairs of thighs, hips, and rear cheeks until the moisture had almost gone. Taking perfumed powder in my hand, I rubbed it first over Natasha's bareness and then Julia's. I was most careful to work it into each little swell of pussy-flesh. Need I tell you, Jack, that the same powder contains a stimulant-irritant if you prefer-which would set up a virulent itch of longing in each girl's cunt? “Pull your knickers up, Natasha!” I said sharply, “Put your skirt on! Straighten those little white ankle-socks! Brush your hair into place! Straighten your tie!…

Julia, you young slut! Pull your panties up as well! And those jeans!

Show me the rear view. Ah yes, Julia! You like to parade through the streets in those tight pants, don't you? Do you do it to excite yourself- or to excite the men who see you? Or is it perhaps both?

Well, my two little bitches, today you shall walk in the grounds of the villa and no further. To save you from trying to play truant, you will find that the gates are locked and that the railings are tipped with sharp spikes to prevent you climbing over!” I dismissed them from their morning toilet but, as you will soon guess, I watched their activities closely while they walked in the sunlit alleys of the gardens. Knowing the grounds as well as I do, it was a simple matter to follow and spy upon them through the interstices of leaves and branches. The irritant powder rubbed into their cunt-flesh was working well. Indeed, I noticed that Julia was furtively touching herself through the tight denim of her jeans even before they left the washroom! As the erotic torment increased, they would grow desperate for relief and-I hoped-would perform some most lascivious antics.