Arabella

CHAPTER sixteen

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?”

“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.

“Well, then, I think we shall to bed, Arabella,” then said Selina to my surprise, for it was comparatively early yet. Even so I caught the signals in her eyes and, giving his lordship's pecker a little peck, I rose and went to her.

“But here, I say!” came his immediate and rather plaintive cry.

“Perhaps you would settle Emily down-would you?” Selina asked him beguilingly and then drew me out, suppressing her uprising giggles as best she could. Seeing my expression caused her even more mirth, though being as quick-witted as she, I understood well what was about. Besides, I wanted her and well she knew it. Her room, having a double bed-for the most obvious of reasons- we were soon ensconced naked together between the sheets, our erected nipples rubbing together.

“You thought us all to have an orgy together, of course,” she murmured, “but I am quite sure that Emily would have felt shamed in the aftermath. One must consider the sensibilities.”

“Indeed, one must ever do that. An orgy in such circumstances would have been most unseemly, Selina. Let me tongue you,” I added for good measure, slipping my face down between her lustrous thighs while she jiggled her hips and pressed the moist rolled lips of her quim to my mouth.

“Ooooh, how nicely you do it-give me more-work your tongue,” she moaned while I, manouevring myself sensuously around and slithering all upon her, finally impressed my bottom over her face so that we indulged ourselves in a long and delicious soixante-neuf and in this and various other ways passed the most fulfilling of hours so that the trials of Emily were all but forgotten. Only when we lay at last in liquid languor, having refreshed ourselves through numerous libations so that our bodies throbbed most agreeably, did I remember.

“Shall we go and see if she was well settled?” I murmured while Selina's long eyelashes tickled my cheek and our arms enfolded each other warmly.

“I wonder if we are not all of a kind-you, I and Emily,” responded she obliquely to my question, “for while a good stiff cock is to be savoured at all times, so even more in some respects is a woman's tongue. But yes, let us slip along to her room for a moment.”

So, donning each a light robe, we made our way silently to Emily's bedroom, there to find her lying on her back, naked to her stockings with the bedclothes just below her knees and her eyes closed. Upon our entrance, she opened her eyes, gazed at us in bleary-eyed surprise and then immediately doubled herself up and turned to the wall with a little mewing sound that so caught my heart that I was the first to fall beside her and gather her into my arms. There being but one oil lamp lit, I could yet see and feel the flushed nature of her velvety cheeks. Presenting her bottom to me as she was, I sensed the delicious palpitations she was still evidently experiencing and-passing my hand swiftly under the lustrous cheeks-felt a betraying pulpiness and creaminess all about her cunt.

“Let me feel, too,” laughed Selina softly and, while I withdrew my sticky fingers, felt Emily all about her quim while she squealed softly and attempted feebly to smack our fingers away.

“Oh-oh, do go away-how naughty you both are!” Emily moaned.

“Oh, listen to who is talking! 'Tis you who have been naughty, have you not, and have had the best of it into the bargain. A good spanking, my sweet, is ever the best preparation for young ladies in taking the cock for the first time.”

“I don't know what you mean! Oh go away, do. I hate you, Selina, you know I do.”

“Stuff and nonsense. You love me dearly, as do I you. Give me but one kiss now and you can cuddle your creamy pussy and have a lovely sleep.”

“No-won't, I won't,” mumbled Emily, but having her face turned by Selina and I cuddling her from behind, she surrendered her lips as might a young girl being kissed for the first time. As she did so, I passed my hands up beneath her marbled tits and cupped them fondly. Peaking ardently to my thumbs, her nipples quivered as I caressed them, causing her lips to splurge more fondly beneath Selina's who, sitting upon the rather crowded single bed, leaned over her.

“Was it not nice, being naughty? You have had your legs opened at last and a good stiff cock working in your cunt at last. You see what good my training did for you?”

“D…d…didn't! Oh, the naughty things you say! Go away!”

At that I rose and drew Selina up. “Come-she has had her fill. Let her but dream upon it,” I whispered, to which Selina nodded and drifted with me to the door, casting one look back at Emily who hastily covered herself and turned her face to the wall.

Upon the dark of the landing we stood then for a moment, I casting open my peignoir and pressing my warm belly to Selina's. Our tongues met. Our hands passed beneath each other's moist quims. “How I would have loved to see her bottom bouncing to it,” I murmured thickly. The passion of the dark upon such occasions always arouses me. Our thighs spread lewdly as we caressed one another.

“You shall, my pet, for she will have to be put up to it again tomorrow. You are more sensuous a girl than I have ever known. What delights we shall have!”