Anonymous - Arabella

“He is c…c…coming in me! Oh, Emily, what a lot he comes!” I blathered against her lips which caused her to hug the more tightly to me while George expelled his powerful jets so that I was indeed all of a froth, the lovely easing back and forth of his cock causing it to spout with every stroke. Then with such a sigh and a groan as men usually expend in such moments of fruition, he fell more heavily upon me and lavished kisses upon us both.

All three of us might then have savoured a lingering aftermath for George's searching fingers had clearly found their way in some wise into Emily's drawers, as the moisture upon them clearly evinced. Scarce had we settled, however, with his cock pulsing prettily in my well creamed nest, than a crackling of twigs sounded to our rear.

Ah, what confusion followed! George uncorked himself and was first to his feet. Emily, making to rise in turn, caught the heel of her shoe in a tuft of grass and fell again, showing her garters. I-more practised in such events- was up in a flash, though not so quickly that all three of us were not come upon too soon by Lord C. and Selina.

What I expected either to say or do, I know not, for George had not time to conceal his weapon which- although it had temporarily exhausted its immediate resources-was still of impressive aspect. Selina neither blushed nor cried out, however, but regarded his efforts to conceal it with some amusement.

“It is what you suspected of your offspring, Papa, is it not?” she asked in such a languid tone that I was amused rather than otherwise by her coolness. Emily, blushing to the roots of her hair, was then up and pushing down her skirt while throwing upon Selina the most revengeful of glances, though daring not to respond in the presence of her father who first addressed George.

“You, sir, will betake yourself elsewhere! I do not doubt that Emily has again led you astray, though I find this no excuse for the disgraceful scene which meets our eyes. Should you return ere nightfall I shall take it much amiss. Off with you, sir!”

Few young men there are who could defy such a father's wishes, and George was clearly not among them. Buttoning up his trousers he was off at a loping pace towards his horse while I, taking care to preserve my demeanour, soothed my hair all about and returned to Selina a look as cool as any she bestowed upon me.

“Papa, we were only romping-it was but a playful thing,” Emily declared in tones that would have convinced no one.

Such a feeble interjection was completely ignored. “Guide them back to the house, Selina,” Lord C. announced grandly and then betook himself to his own waiting steed which stood tethered to a tree. As to ourselves, there was no hurry about the matter-Selina declared-for Lord C. would have his son gone before he dealt with us.

“He will DEAL with us?” I rejoined coldly. “Nothing of the sort will happen, Selina, for I am as ready to wield a birch or a whip as any and I count it not a sin to do as I wish, where I wish and when I wish.”

Such a spirited reply took her back. She recovered her poise, however, quickly. “Did he fuck you, then, or was it Emily?” she asked in a tone of apparently disinterested curiosity while Emily herself let out a perfect wail of horror at the suggestion, causing Selina to laugh. “Well, then, at least I have an answer to me question,” she said, “but I have no doubt that you are the naughty one, Emily. You have not gone totally unobserved, you know, and your behaviour has caused your dear Papa many a fretful moment.”

“Indeed? Well, at least he is MY Papa and not yours,” responded Emily, endeavouring to regain her poise, though to no effect upon Selina. “At least, not yours really,” she added lamely.

“That is as may be, but since I count him my kin as much as yours, we must all obey him, must we not? Come, let us return at a slow canter, for I'm sure he has nothing too unpleasant in mind for your misbehaviour.”

I allowed Selina and Emily to mount their horses first and then moved indolently enough towards my own, intending no hurry. Selina wisely said nothing at my deliberate sloth. No doubt she felt she had met her match in me.

As for my part, I was indeed interested to see what might be Emily's fate.

Upon our entrance into the house we were met in the drawing room by Lord C. who to my surprise, if no one else's, offered us each a glass of port in order, as he politely said, that we might settle ourselves for a few moments after our ride and discourse upon what had occurred.

“Oh, Papa, may I not go to my room and rest?” asked Emily.

“You may not,” was the brief rejoinder, whereupon a glass was put in her hand and all four of us stood about as if meeting casually at some reception, his lordship remarking upon what a pleasant day it was and appraising me much with his eyes as he spoke. This was clearly not to the liking of Emily who both wanted to be the centre of attention and yet not, so knew not how to comport herself. Then, moving closer to her, Selina put an arm about her waist and said in a perfectly normal tone, “It is not the first time you have handled George's cock, of course, is it?”

“I cannot believe my ears! Of course I did no such thing! How can you bring yourself to say such a horrid thing in front of Papa! Oh, Papa, tell her to be silent!” came Emily's wail.

“You knew it not, but you were observed, Emily,” replied he coldly. “Indeed, you have been so observed on other occasions and, while I freely admit that you have never been seen to release your brother's member from its proper place of concealment, your desire to be exceedingly wicked has been known to me for some time. Surely you merit punishment for that?” he concluded in the mildest manner.

“Wh…wh…what will you do?” quavered Emily.

“You are to receive a lesson, my sweet-it is as simple as that,” rejoined Selina. “Do finish your port, Emily, or we shall be all day about it.”

Again Selina's tone and attitude amused me, and I now saw her worth. Taking Emily's glass from her hand-for the young lady drained it in one nervous gulp-she faced her and took on a severe look which hardly became the attractiveness of her features.

“You will now come upstairs with me, will you not, Emily?” she asked, though the manner of her speaking suggested a command rather than a question. At that Emily threw a wild look to Lord C. who however stood impassive for a moment but then, seeing her hesitation barked once “EMILY!” in such a tone as sent her scuttling out in the wake of Selina.

We being then alone, I asked him quietly, “What is now to happen? Shall she be birched?” Thereupon he smiled and embraced me with such closeness that I distinctly felt his member standing stiff up beneath his vestments against my dress.

“No, Arabella, she will not be birched but strapped. It is a far more effective instrument as you shall see.”

“As I shall see? I intend not to taste it myself save perhaps by way of amourous play.”

“That you may have as well, if you want,” he laughed, “but as to seeing, there is no problem, as I shall show you in a minute. What adorable lips you have-so perfectly formed for kissing!” So saying he moved his mouth all about mine and then slipped his tongue between my teeth while passing his hand down my hip and inching up my dress.

“You naughty man, you are hard enough already at the thought of it,” I murmured, feeling an ineffable thrill as simultaneously I grasped his erect member through the fine cloth of his trousers while he, finding that I wore no drawers (for I had thrown them behind the tree upon being discovered) made free with the warm, naked bulb of my bottom. Then ensued such whisperings between kisses and caresses as delight all sensuous partners, I freeing his upstanding cock the while. Did he enjoy strapping? Had he strapped Selina? Had he really seen Emily toying with her brother's prick? Had he himself had her drawers down?