Anonymous - A Man With A Maid II

“Why, she is not at all a virgin, my finger tells me!”

“You wanton little trollop!” Marion denounced her. “How comes this loss of virtue? Was it in my service? Answer, or I shall have Mr. Jack take the birch to you again, and it would be appropriate for him to punish you in the very place with which you have offended.”

I sent Marion a look of boundless admiration; she was a woman after my own heart, and it had come intuitively to her exactly how to speak and act during this voluptuous chastisement of her beautiful maid.

“Oh, I-I couldn’t help it, ma’am, truly I couldn’t.” Kay was crying like a naughty child who has been found out.

My forefinger remained in the depths of her cunny all the while, enjoying the most delicious sensations of her palpitations.

“He-he made me, ma’am. I couldn’t help myself, truly I couldn’t.”

“Who made you?” Marion demanded.

“Oh, don’t make me tell, please don’t!”

“I will cut the skin off your big backside, miss, if you don’t speak,” her mistress spiritedly rejoined.

“It was your-your h-husband, ma’am,” Kay groaned in a dying voice.

“Oh, the ignoble wretch! And then you had the gall to reproach me for not being a proper wife to that scoundrel,’’ Marion burst out enraged.

“Oh, forgive me, do forgive me, I’m so ashamed! Oh, have mercy!” Kay sobbed.

“I think we have had the truth at last, Marion,” I interposed. “And as I told you before, this dolt of a husband of yours was the chief protagonist of all your unhappiness. You are well rid of him. So this afternoon has not been without accomplishment, for I daresay you will bring home with you a wiser and more discreet servant-isn’t that so, my girl?”

“Oh y-y-yes, sir, she will never have reason to complain of me again. Please, won’t you untie me now? My b-b-bottom burns me so I can hardly stand it.”

“You are forgetting your generous offer to me a moment ago, which I am resolved to take advantage of,” I twitted her.

Unbuttoning my trousers, I liberated my massively swollen cock and stepped forward to service the delicious, naked redhead. I circled her quivering, creamy supple waist with my left arm, so she could not pull away, and then, using right thumb and forefinger, yawned apart the portals of her slit and introduced the tip of my bulging cock between them. Kay moaned and closed her eyes, as a long tremor swept her helpless frenzied urge to emit the fearful burden weighing on my balls, I penetrated the sweet baggage.

Kay’s cunt was gloriously tight-yes, as tight as her mistress’s-and it was evident that even if Marion’s errant and boorish husband had taken her prize, he had not thoroughly acquainted her with the delicious art of fucking, for she gasped and wriggled like a true virgin when she felt my spear impale her to the hilt.

I lifted my hands to cup her bubbies now and to revel in their springy feel to my fingers, as I stood up against her, buried in her tight warm cunt, feeling the indescribably thrilling pulsations of that vaginal sheath which so snugly housed my rampant rod.

Suddenly Kay jerked and uttered a scream, turning her face back over her shoulders. Marion had taken up the birch, and resuming her stance behind her maid, laid a bold stripe across Kay’s already furiously striped hind quarters.

“Oww! Oh no, ma’am, please no morel I’m doing what he wants-you know I have to! Aiii-oh, sir, have her stop-I’m dying-oh, Lord, it’s too much,” Kay wailed as a second stroke of the rod danced over her shuddering hind quarters.

I was speechless with delight, for Marion had a flash of inspiration to furnish me with this memorable episode of whip-fucking. I had only to stand firmly and to cup Kay’s heaving bubbies, while under Marion’s inspired cuts, the naked captive procured for me the maximum of sensations in her sporadic heavings and wrigglings; and in her frenzied gyrations each time the birch cut across her backside, her weavings, she directed upon my aching cock the most exciting of frictional caresses, so it was not long before I uttered a cry and, digging my fingers into those welted nether globes of hers, spared her further damage by the birch as I deluged her warm tract with a bubbling drench of spunk.

When at last I withdrew my limpened weapon from Kay’s dripping, contracting lovesheath, the lovely redhead hung in her bonds, violently shuddering in aftermath. The birching had drawn her very near to climax, as I could tell by the significant flexions of her naked, long, creamy thighs and the moans and sighings which made her beautiful, perky bubbies rise and fall with the most desultory of rhythms.

“I rather think we may now extend the laurel wreath of forgiveness to this naughty girl,” I said languidly to my beautiful brunette mistress, “and in token of this new enlightened state of harmony which I trust will exist between you two henceforth, it is only meet that you give her the kiss of peace and bring her to pleasure.”

“Why, whatever do you mean, dear Jack?” Marion enthusiastically demanded as she came to stand beside me and to stare greedily at the quivering nakedness of her servant.

I whispered into Marion’s ear, and she gasped and blushed, flashing me a dewy look which bespoke a considerable lascivious eagerness.

“Oh, I should never dare,” she whispered, but her eyes were dancing to belie that negation.

I took my handkerchief out and mopped Kay’s cunt, at which the naked sufferer squirmed and moaned and wriggled again, obviously just on the verge of the appeasement which the whipping and the fucking had procured.

“It will bind the two of you closer together, Marion,” I hinted, “and this evening you may discover that though no husband is on hand to grace and warm your bed, your maid will be only too eager to render you sweet service.”

Marion gasped, as her eyes widened. Then with a soft, husky giggle, she murmured, “What a naughty idea! Well, Kay, if I forgive you and leave it up to you, will you promise faithfully to be a good servant to me?”

“Oh, yes. Truly I will. You have only to ask and I will obey you! Oh-ma’am-what are you doing to me? Ooooaaaahhh-oh, ma’am, that t-tickles so-oh, you-u-u-u-Ohhh-I’m going to faint-Aaaaahhheeeeeoooouu-”

For Marion, kneeling down, her fingers squeezing her maid’s birch-welted bottomcheeks, had delicately applied a tender kiss on that soft cunt, and becoming emboldened by this first essay as well as by my whispered instructions to her now, foraged out her nimble tongue and began to gamahuch the lovely red-haired sufferer. Kay’s eyes rolled in their sockets, her head turned restlessly from side to side, her fingers opened and clenched in her palms, as long, shuddering spasms rippled through her tethered body, till at last her moans and sobs and cries mounted to paroxysm as she suddenly achieved the explosive fury of her orgasm, and slumped in her bonds, her eyes closed, her bubbies heaving wildly.

Together Marion and I released Kay from the ropes, and I carried her over to the couch, while Marion hastened to fetch a glass of restorative brandy, which, kneeling solicitously before the couch, she proffered to Kay’s trembling lips, her left arm under the girl’s trembling shoulders. It was really a delicious tableau, and after Kay had sipped the restorative, color came back into her cheeks. Putting down the glass, Marion suddenly and impulsively leaned forward and kissed her maid passionately on the mouth, while her hand roamed down Kay’s quivering belly.

“Oh, you darling, you’re so lovely,” she breathed, “I’m so sorry I birched you, dear! Will you forgive me and be a good girl now?”

Oh, miracle of conversion, brought about by the most honest instincts which in our flesh have the power to overcome sanctimoniousness and prudery! For the charming redhead, with a little flurried cry, flung her arms around Marion and returned her kiss with gusto as she panted, “Oh, ma’am, oh yes, of course I’ll forgive you! I was wicked, and I deserved it, I know I did! I’ll be such a good maid from now on, you’ll never even have to scold me again, I promise.”