Anonymous: A Stately English Mansion

The movement, slow and certain as it was, brought her neat pubic bush to be exposed. Her thighs, clipped together as they were, caused it to form a perfect triangle.

'Dutifulness means that you stand still when your petticoat is lifted, Adelaide. You understand?' asked Miss Martin quietly while Annette stood to one side and at the rear of her with her hands behind her back.

'Y… yes, Miss', stammered Adelaide who had never been exposed to anyone in this manner before.

'And if your drawers are taken down, Adelaide. Repeat that please'.

'M… Miss…? I'm not supposed to say “drawers''- it's r…rude'.

'Indeed? Who has told you that, pray?'

'My aunt, Miss, she said-

'Whatever she said in that respect is false, Adelaide. It is your duty to allow your drawers to be taken down. Turn AROUND!'

So quickly and unexpectedly was the command barked, that Adelaide obeyed unthinkingly, and so next had her apple-like bottom exposed by the same implement as had uncovered her crisp maidenhood.

'How beautiful, is it not? The perfection of the two halves, the flawless nature of the skin, the exquisite tightness of all. Can you see properly, Miss Sanderson? No? Bend over, Adelaide-hands on your knees! QUICKLY, girl! Legs apart now. Apart, I said!'

'WOW-OW!' screeched Adelaide at that, for while she had listened in utter wonder to Miss Martin's first words, so the last were accompanied by a hissing of the thongs which brought their small, knotted ends to bite into her luscious young orb.

'Such a treasure, yes. She really MUST learn', rejoined Annette, watching the tiny pink spots that had appeared on both sides of the girl's appealing cleft which clenched defensively together.

Take some cream from that cake there, Miss Sanderson, and apply it around your lips. This young lady appears loathe to lick cream in that manner, but she will learn to. Good. Let me see. A little more on the lower lip, I think. Excellent. Adelaide-turn around!' Miss Martin instructed.

Thankful, at the very least, that her bottom was no longer exposed to that awful, stinging whip, Adelaide unbent and obeyed, resuming her former, upright position. At that she saw Annette standing with her hands on her hips and her mouth surrounded by a froth of cream that had been whipped up that very morning.

'You said that you wanted to enjoy yourself, Adelaide', Annette said softly, and much to the delight of Miss Martin at finding her so vocal on this first occasion.

'Go forward, lean to her, arms at your sides and gather the cream on your tongue. Do not absorb it, Adelaide. Forward and begin!' instructed Miss Martin.

'Your bottom will be very much more stung if you do not, Adelaide. And besides, will you not find it a pleasure? Is my mouth unseemly?' asked Annette.

'No… no, Miss', came a gulp from the girl. Her feet moved, not so much of their own volition as under the watchful eyes of her Principal. Her titties, being round and firm, came agreeably against those of Annette who smiled and reached behind the girl to raise her petticoat waist-high, this causing Adelaide to jitter nervously, though she leaned protectively inwards to Annette as Miss Martin positioned herself, whip in hand, at her rear.

'It will be nice if you lick, Adelaide', said Annette, 'All around my mouth. I like my mouth to be licked. Do it slowly and then I in turn will suck the cream from your tongue'.

'Oh no, Miss, that would be… AAAARGH!' Adelaide squealed, for at the first issuing of the negative from her lips the thongs had hissed across her pert bulb, causing her to squeeze in desperately to Annette and to clench her fingers. 'P… p… please don't!' she sobbed.

SWOOO-ISSSSH! the thongs sang again, and Adelaide's stricken cry was if anything louder then.

'You do not SPEAK, Adelaide-you obey!' rasped Miss Martin whose two new strokes had rendered the twin halves of the girl's bottom a deep pink. Annette then swiftly nicked Adelaide's petticoat under so that it would not slip down and applied her palms against the sides of the girl's head, holding it steady. The tips of their noses touched, and Adelaide, so far from being moved, found herself wickedly excited by the slow pearling of the girl's tears.

'Tongue, darling-and then the naughty lady won't whip you, will she?' coaxed Annette to the amused surprise of Miss Martin who, so far from being annoyed, found the concept of herself as the devil and Annette as die angel rather intriguing.

'BLUB!' came from Adelaide, but then her tongue emerged, pink and hesitant. As the tip of it sought die upper rim of Annette's mouth, that young woman herself quivered with pleasure and ran her hands down again to cup and fondle Adelaide's burning nether cheeks. Longing to speak, to whisper words of encouragement into Adelaide's ears, she held her mouth unmoving as the half-reluctant tongue circled it slowly, gathering cream as it went until, its journey completed, a large blob lolled there.

'Let Miss Sanderson suck now, Adelaide', came from behind the girl who felt the handle of the whip then pressed warningly against her bottom.

The peculiar sound that issued from Adelaide's mouth as her tongue was absorbed was akin to an animal moan. Hissing through her nose, she tried after a few quivering seconds to draw back, but the whip handle was insistent and she found her tongue strongly sucked in by Annette.

Regarding the still pair, and noting that Adelaide's arms had somehow remained down at her sides, Miss Martin experienced a sense of satisfaction. Given a week or two and much exercising and coaxing, the Colonel would be pleased with her efforts.

Perhaps the Vicar would be, too, but just for once Miss Martin decided that such was not her business.

Anonymous

A Stately English Mansion

When the Colonel had fashioned the many-thonged whip for Miss Martin, it had not occurred to him that the required shape of the handle-which he had smoothed and polished-had any significance other man to prevent the hand from slipping off the end of it. Enlightenment was soon to follow, however-as it also was with Adelaide once she had received the slender and slightly bulbous end in her hot-tingling derriere.

'What a corker of an idea!' exclaimed the Colonel (not intending the pun) when he received this news of the girl's advancement towards the end of her first week.-'A double usage, what? A drop of oil on it first, you say?' he asked, fondling the silk-smooth wood which at its greatest circumference did not exceed some two and a half inches, thereafter tapering slightly to its end.

'Be not too enthusiastic on that score, my dear, for you have your own instrument, and somewhat doughtier. Oil, yes. It eases the passage on its first explorations.'

A shade of concern passed momentarily over her listener's face and his moustache twitched.

'Frightful thing, what, if the girl were to talk about it afterwards', he murmured as if to himself.

'You jest, Colonel, surely? Can you imagine a girl of erstwhile modesty returning to her own abode and announcing that something had been put up her bottom? Tut tut, of course not. A virgin as she will otherwise up to that time remain, such remarks could be taken-even if she dared utter them-as a passionate fancy of girlhood by some, and by others as an invitation. Hence she will not speak, but neither will she fret overmuch when the male instrument not only invades her hole but provides it with an animating injection'.

'Which is where I come in, eh?'

'Or where you go in', laughed Miss Martin, 'But pray now pay attention to what else I have to say. We have an imminent new arrival, and to wit my former charge, Ethel, whom I have already coaxed along most successfully. In due course, as our activities expand, she may well be able to become a Junior Teacher, though such lies somewhat ahead. I have a note from her Papa-who is most unlikely to be unsympathetic to my aims-that he is to bring her here, albeit in the company of his wife. The latter, alas, is not so indulgent in her views and hence we must be on our very best behaviour'.