Anonymous - Arabella

“How superbly you fuck! Come! come in my cunt!” I breathed, and though given little to such utterances could not help myself on this occasion, having seen what we had seen and enjoyed ourselves already in a long preliminary. Indeed so abundant was his jetting that my bush and thighs were lathered and I felt myself swimming in delicious sin. Tingling sweetly within me, his fervent cock withdrew at long last and rubbed itself amourously in a last salute against my sticky lips.

“We shall do it again later,” he husked, falling rather limp beside me.

Thereat I leaned up and kissed his nose. “We may or we may not, for I am sure Selina will be in a hot state to receive you, and as for Emily-must not her training proceed a stage further now?”

“No, my dear, for as much as I wish it and indeed would love to probe her quim, I cannot. They are such fair creatures, both. What a pity-in such a sense as you will understand what I mean-that she is not my ward, as Selina is.”

I answered him not, having my own thoughts upon such matters. A stiff cock in the night is worth two spent ones in the day, whoever it might belong to and I sensed that Selina would share my view. She was, after all, very much akin to Pearl in nature and close to myself in age. How well she had dealt with Emily was plain from that young lady's quiet demeanour for the rest of the day, Selina making no bones about asking me whether I had enjoyed my time with Lord C. and whether he had watched the whole proceedings.

“All was viewed and all was done,” I replied succinctly, “but tell me Selina of your ideas about training Emily.”

“Do I really have to tell YOU?” she replied in a manner intended to be complimentary. “The issue is simple, Arabella. Soon enough she will go on to her brother's cock, for she will not be able to resist it, but she is still backward in this respect and hence I have to ensure that she does my bidding. It is very pleasant, indeed thrilling, to see a girl kick and struggle a little while she is being brought to pleasure, is it not? I believe that you yourself know this more than you tell. I intend no evil in dear Emily's respect, of course. It is simply that she must learn to obey. When she does, the freedom of pleasures shall be hers. A girl who did not want to be strapped would start up and struggle-even fight, perhaps. She bends not to my will because her Papa ordains it, but because the heat and the stinging of the tawse lure her even against her will. It is an erotic pleasure that she will not admit to. I began by smacking her bottom quite gently with my hand-as Lord C. did to me years before. She spilled her juices several times upon my thighs before I knew her ready for the leather.”

“There are great pleasures to be gained therefrom, it is true,” I replied, “but what do you intend next with her, for I am sure she has been exhibiting herself before you in toying with George's cock when she must have known you were watching.”

“Today, of course, she was really caught out, Arabella. During the picnic, that is. But as to the rest, I agree with you. If therefore she wishes to flaunt, she must do it properly, as you will see this evening.”

Disclosing no more to me of her plans, Selina made me wait until the hour for dinner approached at eight that evening, at which time Lord C. complained of Emily's lateness in coming down. To this Selina replied simply that Emily had already eaten in her room and would be brought down later after coffee had been served. To this his lordship replied “Aah” and gazed at her in wild surmise, but Selina's expression was such as brooked no questions. The meal then passed in its usual leisurely fashion after which-the servants having been dismissed-we took coffee and liqueurs in the lounge before Selina absented herself, saying she would not be long and would bring Emily down.

“Seat yourselves both on the chaise longue. A kiss or two between you will not go amiss,” she smiled.

“What on earth is to do?” Lord C. asked me in astonishment, while I-taking Selina rather beyond her word as I guessed she intended me to-made bold to lay my hand on his crotch and offer my lips to his.

“But… but if they come down soon…!” he expostulated, little knowing the rare mood that had come over me.

“Kiss me, you fool, and show me your cock. Did you not promise to do me again?” I wheedled, so caressing the back of his neck with one hand and his penis with the other that my ardour soon overcame his scruples. Indeed, I had his prick out-stiff and rubicond-and my tongue in his mouth at the very moment that the doorhandle rattled slightly, a squeal sounded, and Emily was brought into the room with Selina holding her ear very much as a schoolboy might be led to the front of the class.

Seeing her Papa's stiff penis in my grasp and my bodice full unbuttoned to show my breasts, Emily shrieked-as well she might have done in any case, for her attire consisted solely of black patterned stockings, bootees that buttoned up to her well-rounded knees, and a translucent pink robe that floated full open to display the superbly rounded figure beneath. The jellied mounds of her snow-white tits jiggled as she was pushed into the centre of the room, the springy curls of her Venus mount showing dark against the pure silky sheen of her lower belly where her thighs dipped in enticingly. A groan from her sire announced that he had seen all. His cock pulsed in my palm.

“Oh-woh-woh!” sobbed Emily, vainly endeavouring to keep her shapely legs together.

“The naughty girl-I caught her playing with herself. She is naughty beyond compare. I smacked her bottom well, I can tell you. Turn around, Emily, and show it.”

“NO!” Emily shrieked, but of course to no avail whatever, for Selina's grip on her ear was as strong as a clamp and in a trice she was whirled about to show the delicious cleft moon which Selina's palm had rendered a most enticing pink. “Arabella, will you not save me? Oh, the shame of being exposed so in front of Papa!”

“Is she not lovely?” came my sole response, addressed of course to Lord C. who sat in wonder at this spectacle, seemingly feeling that now that he had exhibited himself to her, he might as well go on doing so. Indeed, the more he saw as Emily was turned about and about, the more his cock reared, if that were possible, she making time and again to cover her face and each time having her hands smacked away. Led to a further corner then and facing into it, so she was made to stand.

“Do NOT move, Emily, or your bottom will be the worse for it,” Selina announced, giving those bouncy cheeks an extra SMACK which brought a howl from her. Then, moving suavely across the room, she sat upon the opposite side of Lord C. and nestled her head against his shoulder. “She is not a bad girl, really-merely mischievous,” she said in a tone which might have done something to assuage poor Emily's feelings as she stood all huddled up.

“Herrumph! I, yes…,” stammered his lordship uncertainly while-bending over him then-Selina gave the stiff cock that I was fisting a pretty kiss upon its purplish nose.

“Oh-oh, I want to DIE!” screeched Emily suddenly, “Selina, I HATE you!” and therewith she made a sudden rush for the door only to find that Selina had not only turned the key but pocketed it.

“You see, she is still wilful,” Selina observed in a voice of great apparent sadness and gave then Emily's bottom such a loud SMACK that the young lady leapt a full two inches from the floor and danced all about, holding it and wriggling in the most enticing manner. “EMILY, you may go to bed. To bed, Miss!” snapped Selina. Producing then the key-no doubt to Emily's vast relief-she unlocked the door, whereupon that young lady moved so fast that but a blur of her shapely legs and well-rounded bottom was seen before she was heard scampering up the stairs.