Anonymous: A Stately English Mansion

Thus he felt at first a trifle annoyed at the innocent intrusion of Ethel upon his thoughts, despite the fact that the innocence had already been frayed, to say the least.

'Come here, Ether, said he in a gruff tone to hide his rather mixed emotions. As she edged towards him around his desk, he took her warm hand and drew her to his side while Ethel gazed coyly down at the carpet.-'Does your bottom still sting?' he asked.

'A little bit, yes, Papa', replied Ethel who was wont to put on a babyish voice when questioned in such quiet surroundings as they momentarily had.

'Here?' asked Easton who-utterly without thought, it must be said-then passed his free hand up beneath her skirts to fondle her pretty legs which that morning were sheathed in patterned grey stockings.

'S… s… sort of, stammered Ethel who wriggled as his hand rose higher to explore the emergent, creamy skin above her stocking tops. A mutinous little movement of her slim form was prevented by the clutching of his larger hand around her own.

'Or higher?' asked Easton with something of a quiver in his voice as his fingers then attained to the apple-round bottom which was very lightly attired in a pair of cotton drawers.

'Mmmm… ' Ethel murmured and bit her lip with suppressed excitement the while that his palm passed caressingly around her pert globe. The loops of her skirts lay then upon his forearm and Easton gazed fondly down behind her at the twin columns of her revealed thighs and shapely calves.

'You realise that I may have to spank you again?' asked Easton somewhat throatily. His hand passed under Ethel's proud young derriere, bring a small squeak from her. Through the cotton, the lustrous, creamy-smooth skin yielded itself not unwillingly to the cupping of his palm and-as it seemed to Easton-even furtively pressed into it.

'Yeth', Ethel lisped, though she could hardly breathe. The fingers that assailed her tugged speculatively at the ties of her drawers which began to sag.

“Perhaps even now-for your naughtiness', croaked Easton who by a sly and persuasive turn of his wrist had groped inside the back of her knickers, causing them to descend until, by lifting her skirts more at the rear, he could see the tight cleft between her chubby nether cheeks.

Ethel's pretty face was more deeply flushed now. Her lips parted prettily. She knew it was very naughty and that it was awful to be spanked. But afterwards when her bottom was all hot and throbbing it had felt nice and she had wanted to be kissed and cuddled and have her glowing orb held. Bella was naughty. She knew Bella was naughty. His forefinger was gently tickling her right between her closely rolled bottom cheeks and it was hard to keep still.

'Well, Ethel? I have to warm you first for your spanking, do I not?' Easton was asking. His fingertip moved further inwards, bringing another thin squeak from her.

'Yeh-ess, Papa', assented Ethel breathlessly. Her bottom then moved impulsively to the insidious caress, for she could not help herself. Her hand released at last, she felt his own free one smooth up the silky insides of her thighs, persuading them apart as far as die confines of her half-fallen drawers would allow. Rushed and trembling with expectancy, Ethel stared blindly at the door on the outside handle of which, unknown to both, Miss Martin had quietly put her hand.

'DOOO-WOOOH!' Ethel blurted, for while one fingertip pressed suggestively at the brown-rimmed aperture between her bottom cheeks, so another lightly brushed upwards to her equally tight cunnylips where a dew of moisture conveyed itself to his touch.

'Your disciplinary periods, Ethel, will henceforth be regular. I shall require you to remove your knickers and your dress and to bend… ' Easton had begun to say with such quivering solemnity as he could gather when the doorhandle turned.

Not unnaturally, it was the very one that Easton had not oiled, for he needed warnings of invasions. Thus, as the first squeak of its slow turning sounded, a veritable flurrying of activities occurred.

'OOOH-WER!' gasped Ethel who bent and pulled her drawers up faster than she had ever done in her young life, while Easton haplessly swivelled round to his desk and had just managed to snatch up a pen when Miss Martin entered.

'I wish to speak to you, Ethel. You have not yet begun your readings in English literature', she announced stiffly, awarding no look whatever to Easton who was much thankful for that fact.

'Oh yes!' Ethel uttered as if she had just remembered the selfsame thing. Aware that her drawers were about to fall again if she were not careful, she made her way with ludicrous awkwardness forward and preceded Miss Martin out, the door then closing, and Easton swearing silently that he would forever after follow the example of Bella and lock his door. Besides, his prick was throbbing like the devil, as little-or so he told himself-as he had anticipated such events.

'We will go into Bella's room. We shall not be disturbed there', Miss Martin was saying firmly to Ethel whom she ushered briskly along the passageway.

'Oh!' Ethel said and clutched surreptitiously at her drawers through her dress which fortunately for her was thin enough for such to be done.

Once inside, while Ethel stood in some quivering frustration herself, Miss Martin turned the key and guided the errant young lady to the bed where Ethel thankfully sat upon her creased-up knickers.

'Are you being naughty, Ethel?' Miss Martin asked softly, placing one arm around the girl's shoulders.

'Oh no! No, really, Miss Martin, I… GLMMMMPH!' choked Ethel who was thereupon swiftly borne down upon her back, leaving her legs dangling over the side of die bed.

'But almost naughty, have you not?' Miss Martin purred, running her little finger along Ethel's lower lip while Ethel lay bemused.-'Are your drawers undone?' Miss Martin then asked. Before Ethel could reply she had swooped her left hand beneath her skirts and found the crumpling that she knew she would find. So much so, in fact, that the waistband had by then again looped itself below the sweet Venus mound that swiftly became a readily-moist prey to Miss Martin's fingers.

'Oho, you mustn't!' sobbed Ethel, though not without a somewhat eager break in her voice.

'Shush now! You are going to tell me, Ethel, just how naughty you have been, are you not?' came Miss Martin's cooing tones and, therewith, a lascivious movement of her fingertip circling around Ethel's perky spot.

'DOOO-DOOO-DOOO!' Ethel stuttered just as she had been doing moments before in the study.

'And you will tell me everydu'ng, darling, won't you- right from die beginning, eh?' Miss Martin urged. Her wrist, being even more supple than Easton's, and Ethel's legs being usefully slumped, that undoubtedly busy part of her underwear was quickly strung around her ankles the while that Miss Martin's seductive tongue lured a path between Ethel's half-open lips.-'Have you been spanked, Ethel?' asked Miss Martin who had in fact gathered that tidbit of information from Kate the night before.

'BLUB!' choked Ethel who was by then being tickled and tongued with a vengeance.

'You have, have you not? Come, you may tell me, for I shall tell no one else', Miss Martin uttered throatily amid the moistest of kisses on Ethel's lax mouth.

'Yeth!' Ethel responded helplessly. Her hips bucked and she knew she was going to come now. All that lovely creamy-tingling feeling had started before Miss Martin had interrupted and her cunny was bubbling with desire.

'And just now? Tell me exactly what that naughty man was doing, Ethel. Come on now. You will tell me, won't you?'

'GOOO-GOOO!' uttered Ethel who parted her legs as much as the binding of her drawers around her ankles would allow. Indeed, perceiving her eagerness and that she was on the point of a blissful explosion, Miss Martin slid down and rapidly removed them completely before casting herself half upon the delirious girl again, raising her own skirts in the process so that her stockinged thighs rubbed sensuously against Ethel's. At that, Ethel's teeth chattered and her fingernails dug deeply into the woman's arms. Her back arched, a little shrill cry of pleasure escaped her, and then her salty dew inundated Miss Martin's urging finger before she slumped again and turned her flushed face dreamily to one side, there to have her velvety cheek assailed by more kisses.