Anonymous: A Stately English Mansion

'He leaned forward often enough to look at your bosom', chuckled the Colonel.

'Such men, bereft of wives, are frequently at a loss for feminine entertainment and must, withal, guard their reputations in the sight of their flock. I am myself the daughter of a clergyman, as well I told you'.

'By jove, then I am sure he was not bereft! Was it he who… '

'Dear Colonel, I would love to stay and chat with you, but for the nonce I really must attend to our first charges. Annette has them upstairs in quiet conversation, but I see no reason why their process of conversion should not begin immediately, do you?'

“The sooner the better, my dear', replied the Colonel, rubbing his hands over-eagerly, the which brought Miss Martin to frown and shake her head.

'Patience, sir. Such is not accomplished in a day, nor even in two or three with girls of these ages. Disciplines must precede pleasure. No doubt with such encouragement as you will give her, Annette will tell you more about it when you are exercising her tonight'.

'Ah!' said the Colonel, evincing some disappointment, despite having been forewarned about such circumstances. At the best, he decided, he would listen in an adjoining room where the wall had infuriatingly proved too stout against his efforts to pierce it and so provide another peephole. Miss Martin had assured him that this obstacle would soon be overcome. He devoutly hoped it would.

What Miss Martin did not say was that she occasionally required privacy and-even more often than that-sometimes found the excitable presence of males irksome. Having had several intimate conversations with Annette, she had been delighted to find a tendency in the young woman to agree with her.

'I believe you may come to like girls in equal measure to men', Miss Martin had said to her several mornings before, after the Colonel had gone back to bed to rest from his labours.

Annette's quim being still creamy from his effusion, she had agreed to his proposal under the pressure of the lips of Miss Martin who had discreetly taken the Colonel's place and brought to Annette's heart the aura of romanticism that she missed (as Miss Martin well intended her to) in the lascivious working of her quim and bottom by her Step-Papa.

'I think I may', Annette had replied, for many were the velvety and exciting kisses that passed between herself and Miss Martin who never ceased to coo about the raptures of their first night together.

'We know our own kind better than do men, my sweet. Oh yes, I admit to bringing on to the cock, for you needed it, yet there is equal delight in the tonguing of the honeyed slit of a girl who writhes and moans as if she would not have it, but bubbles out her pleasure even as she does. You will have plenty of opportunities here, Annette, to dip your tongue, and together we will persuade our pupils to perform likewise on us. Of course, there are times when they may need to be coaxed, to be held, to have their bottoms stung a little-only to spur them on, you understand? You do understand? I may rely on your devoted assistance? Ignore tears and protestations for they are but a prelude to pleasures such as those I have brought you to. Yes?'

'Yes', responded Annette fervently, for Miss Martin's knowing fingers and tongue were capable of bringing her to an even quicker pitch of passion than the Colonel. Even as she spoke, and with Miss Martin's alluring, naked curves pressed warmly to her side, she curled her toes and began to come under the gentle agitations of her mentor's fingers.

Her back arched. Her yearning cunny thrust up its bush in full view and in a manner of which Miss Martin much approved.-'Oh, I want… ' moaned she impetuously.

'What? What is it you want, my darling?' cooed Miss Martin.

'I c… c… cannot say! Oh, it is shameful!'

'Say! Speak! Whatever you want you shall have'.

'I want… AH, Miss Martin, yes! More! Play with me more! HOOO! I want… yes, I w… want a c… cock and a tongue to… to… '

Together? Of course you shall have. Show obedience to me in this first week of our tutorings, Annette, and the Colonel shall then have your bottom while I tongue your slit-yes?'

'HO!' gasped Annette at the thought, her hips lifting as she spilled anew over the teasing fingers while Miss Martin's sleek, long tongue worked thrilling wonders in her pleasure-sobbing mouth.

That week of waiting lay before Annette now while she conversed with Maude and Adelaide and said such pretty things to them as made them blush. That is to say, she uttered open admiration of their eyes, their mouths, their hair and the trimness of their ankles, all of which being so new to them they listened to with awed pleasure. Besides which, the Colonel's mansion was like unto a palace compared with the austere interior of the Vicarage, and indeed Adelaide ventured to say so.

'I have often felt that in going into the houses of others, for my own is quite small', said Annette glibly and thus giving the impression that in all senses she, too, was a visitor. Therewith, having carefully thought how best she might put the point, she added, 'But of course one can enjoy oneself anywhere really. Do you want to enjoy yourselves?'

'Oh yes!' came the simultaneous response from both.

'Well then, we shall teach you to', Annette rejoined with a smile and thereupon gave them each another cream cake and another cup of tea, at which juncture Miss Martin entered, looking neither grave nor gay but possessing such a calmness as often took her when duty called.

Both young girls looked grave themselves at her entry, but then-receiving a kindly smile-they relaxed.

'Maude, dear, there is cream around your lips. No, do not lick it off for it looks quite pretty and, besides, I am sure your sister will do it nicely for you if I ask. Will you, Adelaide? Pray lean forward and lick the cream away'.

'Oh, Miss!' came the older girl's blushing response.

'You do not wish to? But it is quite nice, really. A simple thing to do, Adelaide, really. Besides, Maude might like it', said Miss Martin while a flush of wonderment appeared also on Maude's face.

'Miss, I don't want to', Adelaide uttered in a rather strangled tone that Miss Martin was well aware owed as much to self-consciousness as anything.

For a moment then there was a silence, the sisters looking down and not knowing how to comport themselves, the which was not a dilemma that Miss Martin faced.

'Miss Sanderson', she said, addressing Annette formally, 'Would you please conduct Maude to the classroom, give her a book to study and then return here, please?'

At that, Adelaide stiffened in her chair even more nervously, though it was not a posture she was to be permitted to maintain for long. In the time that it took Annette to perform her duties, several things happened, the end result of which, upon her return after some ten minutes, as to find an even more deeply blushing Adelaide standing in her petticoat and stockings, with the rest of her domes folded neatly on a chair. Her hands were at her sides, her feet together, as Miss Martin had ordained they should be.

'We shall have to get you prettier drawers, if you are to continue to wear any in future', Miss Martin had said dourly.

Upon Annette's return, Adelaide blinked and obviously wished the floor would devour her, but there was to be no such nonsense of thought in Miss Martin's presence.

'I have been speaking to Adelaide of disobedience. Have I not, dear? What are the two D's I have told you always to remember, eh?'

'D… discipline and dutifulness, Miss', Adelaide responded jerkily. Her eyes then followed the Principal's hand as it moved to pick up the little whip of many thongs. Her thighs-already showing a promising shapeliness-quivered, and did more so as the handle was extended towards her at a low level. Indeed, she made to step back, but at a swift shake of Miss Martin's head she stayed herself and then sucked in her lower lip as the slightly bulbous end of the handle of the whip tipped up the front of the hem of her petticoat.