ARABELLA (23 page)

“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?

His excitement rose with every question, while his skill in avoiding direct answers was—in the passionate circumstances—excellent. Did he not want to fuck them both, I asked, as from above came the most distinct cracking sounds of leather meeting bare flesh. “Perhaps,” he taunted, “but would you have me do such a wicked thing?”

“I might and I might not,” I replied in equal measure to his coy evasiveness, “but what of allowing me to see poor Emily receiving the strap.”

“Oh, poor Emily, pouf! Selina knows well how to wield it in such a manner as will cause her no great pain but rather stimulation. Come—for I believe we shall arrive at an opportune moment.”

Following him then into the hallway and up the winding staircase, he let us into an ante room that adjoined Emily's bedroom. There, while I watched and stood as silent as I knew I must, he removed a small painting and disclosed to my eyes two small peepholes which gave on to her bed. He taking the one and I the other so that our shoulders nudged, what a sight met my eyes!

Kneeling upon the bed was Emily, bereft of all save for her stockings and shoes. Selina herself had cast off her dress and stood sensuously attired in a small black silk corset that left her fine, full breasts uncovered and— below—framed with its lacy fringe the bold dark bush of her cunny. Her snowy breasts, each jutting boldly forth, looked so luscious with their pointed brown nipples that I longed there and then to caress and kiss them.

How many strokes of the broad leather strap the sobbing Emily had received I knew not, but the smooth orb of her bottom was already a bright pink and with every new CRA-AAAAACK! of the tawse (as it is properly called) splatting across her nether cheeks, a bubbling cry broke from her and she jerked her hips forward.

“Are you not a bad girl?” asked Selina
a
trifle breathlessly.

“No-ooooh! I am not! Oh, I am not!”

CRA-AAAACK! and SPLATT! sounded then the tawse again in a full double salute that raised the pink tinge on Emily's bottom to a brighter hue.

“Emily! I will ask you again! Are you or are you not?”

“Yes, yes, yes, I am—oh, please stop!”

I was already now quite beside myself, for Lord C. had cupped one hand beneath my bottom which he was tickling most rudely while his free one played the devil with my moist cunny. For my part, I frigged him gently. “Is she not ripe for it now?” I dared to whisper.

“Yes, my love, but watch—watch on,” breathed he even as Selina swathed the broad leather from side to side bringing ever more bubbling cries and howls from Emily whose head hung down as she squatted on all fours, presenting not only her hot bottom but the luscious fig of her slit to our view. The sight, of course, was causing my companion's rod to throb ever more fiercely in my hand until I was afraid that he would spill prematurely and so spoil whatever immediate fun might follow—hence I toyed with him more lightly.

Then it was that Selina silently let the tawse slither to the carpet and quickly seized something from a shelf which had all the aspect of a penis and was in fact a velvet-covered dildo. Being unaware of this movement and rather tensing herself for a further swathing, Emily remained perfectly in position, turning her head rather too late as Selina mounted the bed behind her, ringed her waist with one arm and nosed the head of the dildo smoothly up between her lovelips.

What a shriek sounded! What a wild twisting of both Emily's head and hips! But there was no escaping now the simulation of the act which she most clearly desired but could not bring herself to otherwise surrender to. Moaning and sobbing within the tight ringing of Selina's arm, she received inch by inch the doughty imitation penis until just over half was buried sweetly up within her.

“OOOH-OOOH-OOOH! you cannot!”

“Oh yes, my dear, I can, for you are now in training, Emily. I have strapped you before with your Papa's permission, but have never put you to the cock before, albeit that it is not a real one—though it soon will be.”

“AHH-OOOH! I can't St...St...stand it! Take it out! Oh, it's going too far up!”

“No, my pet, you have but seven inches out of nine. Ah, you little devil, how juicy the strapping has made you,” chortled Selina who leapt from the bed and—while holding the dildo in with her left hand—gripped the nape of Emily's neck with her right and pushed her head down. Then to further bubbling cries from Emily she commenced moving the dildo suavely in and out.

What a delicious sight that was! Emily's hot bottom weaved and jerked, her sobs resounding, but even so I could see by various subtle movements of her hips that Nature was responding to the call, as indeed I feared Lord C.'s prick would at any moment. To his great dismay I therefore desisted from rubbing it and instead couched his swollen balls on my hand.

“Suck it!” he groaned, quite beside himself.

“No,”
I
replied pertly, while certain that dear Emily was beyond all hearing now for her breath was positively gasping out and her hips working more eagerly to the steady shunting of the dildo. “You have seen enough, sir—how rude of you,” I taunted him and then fled on tiptoe to the landing where he was forced to follow. There being bedrooms all about along the corridor, I ran to one with his lordship in hot pursuit and cast myself down on a bed smiling at him. Falling as one berserk upon me he attempted to ruffle up my skirt and so get at me but I prevented him—in part, I confess, by digging my nails into the back of his hand which caused him to yelp and look woebegone.

“How crude you are—let us undress and do it properly,” I said at which, of course, he leapt up and began to divest himself of coat, shirts, trousers and all else while I had merely to remove my dress, chemise and boots. Then would he have mounted me on the instant, but lying upon the bed with him I clipped my thighs close together.

“Pray wait. You are in too much of a lather and will come too quickly for my pleasure. What lovely bottoms and titties they both have. Tell me truthfully, have you not sheathed this fine prick of yours in Selina?”

He, kissing me all about, nibbling at my risen nipples and rubbing his monster to the side of my thigh, replied that it must be the greatest secret, but that he had and for several years past for she had learned to bounce her bottom early to his desires.

“Excellent! At least we have come to that point. Now pray tell me what Selina meant by the training of Emily.”

“Ah, as to that she has a penchant for it and would have had her way earlier had I not forbidden it. She desires to bring sweet Emily to such a point as will bring her to imitate herself. What little Emily has learned has induced her so far to toy with George's cock and to watch it being done to others. Or, at least, so Selina tells me.”

“In that Selina spoke the truth, my dear, for Emily is a veritable cock-teaser and one who needs to be brought to the rod. Had you entered her bedroom upon the right moment then Selina would have had no need to recourse to the dildo. Why did you not?”

“Because, my love, that would be incest,” Lord C. replied with such amusing solemnity that I opened my legs to him at last and allowed him to roll upon me. His body, being firm and muscular, pleased me.

“You f...f...fool,” I stammered at the proud nestling of his cock within my slit, “that is a description and not an excuse.”

Thereupon, however, we entered into such a rage of lust that naught was heard save for our moans as his long, thick pestle worked back and forth in my silky channel. I tightened the lips and squeezed my muscles within, all the better to feel the ridging of his knob. I yielded, I came. Scarcely was such a moment ever more delightful. Knotting my stockinged legs tightly around his waist I spurted out my tributes in a seemingly never-ending stream, my bottom cupped so firmly on his hands that the lower half of my body was all but lifted in the air.

“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?”