Blushing at Both Ends (27 page)

‘That was shocking!' he exclaimed. ‘Quite shameful, miss! You might easily have caused the poor woman some lasting internal harm! Furthermore, I cannot forbear to observe that she was wholly justified in reporting you for such irreverence. I am sure you heartily deserved your punishment, and I am only glad to hear that it was suitably severe!'

Lucy at once assumed a face of the most demure contrition. ‘Oh,' said she, ‘I do beg your pardon, sir; pray forgive me! I know that I am indeed a
very
bad girl, and that I should be soundly chastised for my wickedness!'

Crossing the compartment, she seated herself very close to the disconcerted gentleman, placing one hand trustingly on his knee and gazing up into his face with an expression of wide-eyed submission. ‘Oh please, sir,' she cried beseechingly, ‘you are a good man, an upright man, I am sure of it! Will you not punish me yourself? I have but recently been the pupil of that virtuous clergyman, the Rev Dr Natesby, of whom you have no
doubt
heard, and surely I derived great benefit from the corrections he bestowed upon me. He would often spank me most diligently upon my bare bottom, from no other motive than to ensure my moral improvement. I beseech you, good sir, will you not do likewise? My cousin, I am certain, will quite concur in such well-deserved treatment. You are so stern and righteous; I am sure it would do me much good!'

With this she stood up and, turning her back upon the alarmed gentleman, raised her skirts as if to bare the appropriate part of her anatomy for his benefit. His expression of horror (not unmixed, be it said, with a certain covert fascination) was wonderful to behold. But at this moment providence came to his rescue and delivered him from further temptation. The train began to slow as it approached Leominster.

‘I – I must change here!' cried he, leaping up and feverishly collecting his belongings. ‘I – you – you are a most shameless young woman! Sir,' he gasped, addressing me, ‘you bear a grave responsibility. May God grant you grace to discharge it! I – I bid you good day!'

After tearing the door open, he leapt from the train before it had fully come to a halt, and precipitately vanished from sight. A startled shriek from without indicated that he had probably, in his headlong flight, collided violently with some unsuspecting female traveller.

Lucy collapsed on the seat in peals of wicked laughter. I too could scarcely forbear to laugh, so droll had been the wretched man's discomfiture. But since, as her senior by some eight years and, at least
pro tem
, her guardian, it was incumbent on me to set this wayward girl a good example, I restrained myself with difficulty and chided her in the gravest manner I could command.

‘Lucy,' I said, ‘you are a wicked girl. Your behaviour towards that poor gentleman was deliberately provocative. You were fortunate that he had to leave us just at
this
moment, else I am sure he would have liberally availed himself of your invitation to smack your bottom. And rightly so, since you most richly deserved it.'

‘I am heartily sorry,' said Lucy demurely, checking her laughter. ‘Perhaps, Victor, you would like to chastise me in his place? If so, I shall readily submit to your just correction since, as you say, it is no more than I deserve.'

The suggestion was too good to pass up. The glimpse I had just received of Lucy's deliciously rounded bottom, clad in lacy white drawers, had been most enticing, and the idea of lowering those drawers and administering a sound spanking to her soft young globes was irresistibly seductive. It was quite evident, too, that Lucy herself was by no means averse to having her bottom smacked. For all the pretence of guilt and retribution, the chastisement would surely bring pleasure to us both.

‘Very well,' I said, feigning sternness. ‘Since you have been placed in my trust by your guardian, young lady, I stand somewhat
in loco parentis
. And you have indeed been very naughty. So it's clearly no more than my quasi-parental duty – however reluctant I may be to fulfil it – to put you over my knee and give you a good sound spanking on your saucy bottom.'

‘Indeed it is,' responded my pretty cousin, ‘and I am sure your distaste for the task will be tempered by the satisfaction of a duty well discharged, for I have been assured by an expert in these matters that my bottom is particularly well formed for such chastisement. I assume you intend to spank me on the bare?'

‘Why, er – of course.'

‘In that case,' she observed with a sly smile, ‘I suggest that my punishment should be administered without further delay, since the train is now pulling out and we have the compartment to ourselves. After all, the sooner I am corrected, the sooner my conduct will start to
improve
. I believe we have nearly half an hour before our next stop at Worcester. Will that allow you time to discipline me as thoroughly as I deserve?'

‘I think so – just,' I replied solemnly.

‘Good,' said Lucy, ‘as I am sure I shall derive great benefit from it. Indeed,' she added, with a meaningful glance at my crotch, where a substantial erection was visibly straining at my trousers, ‘I am sure we both shall.'

‘Your guardian warned me that you were a forward little minx, Lucy,' I said, taking her by the hand and drawing her face-down across my lap, a procedure to which she offered not the least resistance, ‘and you certainly are. Still, I suspect that you may prove to be more modest than you seem, for I can assure you that in a few minutes you will be blushing most vividly for your shameless behaviour.'

While I spoke I turned up Lucy's dress and petticoats to reveal a pair of white lace-trimmed linen drawers clinging lovingly around her ripe rearward curves. Hooking my finger in the waistband, I drew them slowly down, exposing to my gaze as pretty a pair of girlish bottom-cheeks as one could wish to see – plump, pale, perfectly rounded and altogether enticingly spankable. Framed, as if on tempting display, by the snowy whiteness of her underlinen, they seemed to swell upwards as if inviting the strokes that would soon descend upon them.

‘You have a most delicious bottom, my sweet cousin,' I said, squeezing and fondling the soft globes, which trembled delectably beneath my hand.

‘So I have been told,' responded Lucy, wriggling saucily on my lap – a movement which caused her to rub excitingly against my already stimulated manhood. ‘I am sure Dr Natesby thought so, since he never neglected an occasion to chastise me. Of course, he used to spank all the girls, especially the pretty ones, very
frequently
– and always on our bare bottoms. Every night at least half-a-dozen of us would be sent to bed with warm and tingling behinds, and we often used to raise our nightgowns and compare the rosiness of our cheeks. But I think I was turned over his knee more often, and smacked harder and longer, than any other girl in the school.'

‘Perhaps it was because you were the naughtiest,' I suggested.

‘Perhaps so. But I'm sure the shapeliness of my bottom had a great deal to do with it. On one occasion, as Dr Natesby was lowering my drawers prior to punishing me, he quoted Shakespeare (for he was a most cultured gentleman, as well as a dedicated disciplinarian), saying, ‘‘There's a Divinity that shapes our ends''. He added that, since mine had been so ideally shaped to receive chastisement, it was his duty to fulfil the designs of Providence by spanking it vigorously and often.'

‘I can quite see that the reverend gentleman might feel the need to invoke a lofty religious purpose,' I responded. ‘But for my part, I feel the fact that you are such an impudent girl, and endowed with so exquisitely spankable a bottom, is quite sufficient reason that you should be punished in this fashion. But enough of this talk, young lady,' I added, raising my hand. ‘Despite Dr Natesby's laudable attentions, your wanton behaviour indicates that far too long has elapsed since your last chastisement. It is high time, my dear cousin, that you were spanked as you so richly deserve!'

Lucy gasped as my hand connected with the ripe curve of her right bottom-cheek with a smack that rang round the compartment; then yelped as her left cheek received equally smart treatment. I paused to admire the twin pink hand-shapes that now adorned the creamy mounds, then settled down to spanking the saucy little minx hard and steadily, relishing the way her soft young cheeks jiggled and quivered as I smacked them.

‘Ooh! Ow!' At each spank, Lucy emitted little yelps and squeals of mingled pain and excitement. ‘Help! Oh that
hurts
! Oh, no more, Victor, I beg you! I'm sorry! Ow! I'll be good, I promise! Oh, not so hard, I beg you! Help! I'm sorry, truly I am! Oh no more, pleeease!' But for all her cries, and her wriggling and kicking, she made no real attempt to escape, and it was clear that she was enjoying her chastisement just as much as I was.

So I spanked away to my heart's content, smacking Lucy's peachy bottom both left and right, and taking good care to cover every inch of the luscious target area, from flank to flank of her cheeks, and down to the sweet tender undercurve where bottom meets thigh. Ere long a warm blush suffused the full expanse of her bouncing bare bottom-cheeks, steadily deepening through pink and red to a rich glowing crimson. It was a beautiful sight, and one to gladden the heart – and stiffen the prick – of any devotee of the gentle art of chastising deserving young ladies.

‘Well now, my girl,' I said, pausing briefly in my task to stroke her fiery mounds and admire the delicious spectacle, ‘you are truly blushing for your misbehaviour. This saucy bottom is turning very rosy indeed, and looks all the prettier for it. In fact, I think it should often be tinged this fine roseate colour, and, while you remain in my care, my dear cousin, I shall see to it that you get well spanked every day. Meanwhile, we shall not reach Worcester for over ten minutes, so I have ample time to make these naughty cheeks blush yet more vividly.' So saying, I resumed my delightful task.

‘Oooh! Victor, you are a rotten beast!' wailed Lucy. ‘Help! My poor bum is on fire! I promise to behave! Oww! Oh stop,
please
!'

But I was in no hurry to stop. Poised as she was on the very cusp of adulthood, Lucy's bottom presented an irresistible combination: yielding, girlish softness along with the lush fullness of maturity. Can there be any
more
delectably spankable a creature than a pretty, shapely seventeen-year-old girl? So, as the Worcestershire countryside sped by, I continued joyfully to smack her plump squirming globes, their radiant blush contrasting exquisitely with the whiteness of her waist and thighs. Not until we were within five minutes of Worcester did I relent, pausing to relish the rich crimson hue that now mantled Lucy's trembling, soundly-spanked bottom.

‘Now, young lady,' I told her, ‘this shameless bottom has had the spanking it so richly deserved. Consider yourself lucky, though, that there was no hairbrush to hand. After a naughty girl has been soundly hand-spanked, I find a good hard smacking with a wooden hairbrush adds the perfect finishing touch. At home I have the very article, and I shall take pleasure in acquainting you with it at the earliest opportunity. But for now I'll let you off with just one dozen more good hard spanks, and your punishment will be over – for now, at least.'

‘Owww-ooooh!' squealed Lucy, as five ringing smacks landed in rapid succession on the roseate curve of her right bottom-cheek. ‘Waaa-haaah!'

Five on the left, to even the score. Finally, to round things off nicely, I placed one farewell stinger, laid on with full force, on each tender undercurve. These final spanks, much to my satisfaction, elicited the shrillest squeals yet from my pretty young cousin.

Her spanking over, Lucy lay limp and gasping over my lap. I caressed her hot tender bottom-cheeks before letting her slide off my knee to the floor, where she lay gingerly rubbing her flaming orbs.

‘Oooh! Owww! Oh my poor bottom!' she complained, pouting up at me reproachfully. ‘Victor, how
could
you, you beast? You spank even harder than old Natey! Oww, I'm on fire! That was
most
severe – you're very cruel!' But her eyes were sparkling, and her lascivious
wrigglings
were clearly not caused solely by the smarting of her rear. I too felt exceedingly randy, and was sorely tempted to join her where she lay and roger her vigorously there and then. But the countryside through which we had been passing was giving way to urban streets as we neared Worcester. Raising my cousin from the floor, I helped her pull her drawers back up over her rosy curves and rearrange her dress.

As the train drew into Worcester station, I was in a fever of apprehension that our solitude might be intruded upon by other travellers. If that were the case, my frustration would be almost intolerable. The train slowed, and I saw to my dismay that the concourse was busy. However, I had counted without Lucy's resourcefulness. Opening the window and leaning out, the shameless child blandly enquired of those who approached our compartment whether or not they had been inoculated against the malaria. ‘My poor cousin,' said she, ‘has but recently recovered from a serious bout, though we
trust
he is no longer infectious –'

So efficacious was this ruse that, when the train pulled out, we still had the compartment wholly to ourselves. Lucy, quite unabashed, pulled her head in and turned to me with a delighted grin. ‘Now, dear Victor,' she exclaimed, embracing me ardently, ‘pray do not delay! The warmth of my bottom is communicating itself to my pussy, and I am eager to feel your prick plunging into me!'

I was far too aroused to chide her for the immodesty of her language. Instead, I hastened to release my rampant penis from its confinement.

Lucy viewed it with unalloyed delight. ‘Oh! what a beauty!' she exclaimed. ‘Does he stand so proudly because you so enjoyed spanking my bottom?'

‘I am sure that has contributed to his stiffness,' I responded. ‘But you are a lovely girl, Lucy, and I think the prospect of fucking you would cause many a man to
stand
proud – even had he not had the pleasure of spanking your soft bottom beforehand.'