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happen. Ah, now I can feel your clitty. What an adorable little bud it is! Shall I rub it more while I hold your
bottom?'
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'NOOOO! Y... yes... yes! Oh! I feel I'm melting!'
'You are coming, pet, you are coming. Lie on your back now and open your legs well. There's a good girl!
Give me your tongue now! Ah, how you are gushing! How lovely and sticky-wicky it feels all over my
fingers--'
'GOOOOO!' quivered Jemima. The hot stinging of the thong tips made her bottom bounce still, which of
course is exactly what that instrument is designed to do, so that the maiden is brought to respond to the
delights that follow. Her legs, held wide open, straightened, and her toes curled while Astrid so artfully kept
on brushing her clitty with the lightest of fingertips. Jemima once more spurted and then again until, with a
huge contented sigh, she lay still, her eyes wide open in an expression of innocent delight.
'You see? Was it not nice? Keep squirming your bottom, dear, for you may come again, if you wish.
Come--tell me that you liked it, for I know you did--'
'It st... st... stung me--oh!' replied Jemima, blushing but at the same time keeping her pretty legs apart.
'It is meant to, for it brings you on. What a delicious little mouth you have--fresh as a peach. Confess to me,
you little minx, that you enjoyed it despite all--'
Jemima giggled and hid her face, for she felt both naughty and excited at the same time. 'Yeth!' she lisped, and
gurgled quite happily as Astrid passed her lips suavely across her own while feeling the straining of her
nipples through her dress. 'You must not do it again though, Astrid, must you?' Jemima asked naively.
'If I do not, darling, you will only wish that I had. I have lots to teach you and you will find it very exciting, I
do promise. Let us keep it a secret, shall we? Papa has never spanked you, which is very remiss of him--'
'Ooooh, but I don't want him to!'
'We shall see, Jemima. Now pull your knickers up and change your dress, for I want you to look at your
prettiest always. I shall see to it that Papa buys you many new things this very week and I shall help you
choose them myself. A little corset will draw your slender waist in even more and make your hips flare.
Indeed, you look womanly already. A perfect little Venus, as they say--'
'Papa will never buy me new things--I know he won't,' pouted Jemima, rising from the bed and almost tripping
over her drawers which had been worked down to her ankles.
'Papa will do as I say and so will you,' Astrid replied firmly to the great astonishment of Jemima, whose navel
twinkled as she covered herself. Obey me in all things henceforth, my sweet, and you shall have your heart's
desire--'
'Oh, do you mean it? There is such a change in you I know not what to think!'
'What one thinks and what one does are occasionally two different things, as I have been surprised to learn
myself. But all this you will know also in due course. Your prefect obedience is all I seek now, Jemima,'
Astrid said, lifting her sister's chin.
'I promise--oh, I do!' Jemima replied breathlessly.
'Very well, dear, and I shall keep you to it. Attend to your appearance now, for, whatever befalls, a woman
must always look at her best--'
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With that, Astrid departed and went straight to Patricia's room, where she found her sitting hunched up in a
chair. At her entrance, Patricia glared at her and looked away, pretending to be much busied with her
contemplation of the sky through the leaded panes of the window. In truth, though, she sensed that Astrid was
going to upbraid her for not having given her message to Crissie. Moreover, Patricia was exceedingly restless.
Her apprehensions as to the identity of the woman who had interrupted her tete-a-tete with the Major had not
lessened, and she feared lest she might appear at the house and reveal all. At the same time, the sensation of
having the Major's cock in her bottom was also ever present. At some moments it filled her with shame and
yet at others it excited her.
'You did not then give Crissie my message,' Astrid said, placing herself before Patricia and thus effectively
forcing her to look at her.
'No, I did not, Astrid. What a bothersome, silly thing for me to have to do when you could perfectly well do it
yourself.
'You have much to learn,' Astrid sighed. 'Perhaps your amorous occupations in my absence have befuddled
your mind a little--'
At this Patricia naturally displayed great dismay and wonder. Her hand flew to her mouth, her eyes opened
wide. 'What? I do not know what you mean!' she stammered.
'Patricia, you know perfectly well what I am about, though you have no need to fear that I shall divulge your
escapade in the hut. Neither have I any wish to make the Major's acquaintance. He is not the type I wish you
to consort with--'
'You know of this? Oh, my God, how do you know? Who has told you? Have you seen him?'
'A good stiff cock up your bottom, indeed! Well, I am sure it benefited you, and is as good an introduction to
the amorous arts as any young lady might have. How did it feel? You must tell me,' Astrid said in her softest
voice while quite ignoring her sister's questions. So saying, she stepped back and allowed Patricia to spring
up.
'You will tell no one, Astrid--I beg you!'
'What have you to fear, my dear? All men are possessed of cocks and all women with the appropriate
apertures for them to poke,' laughed Astrid, turning her back on her and surveying the placid gardens beyond.
Feeling Patricia's hand imploringly upon her shoulder, she stiffened, much as if to brush it away.
'I beg you, please--promise me, Astrid! Oh, the shame of it--I would die of it! That dreadful woman who
forced me to the act--do you know her?'
'Tut, tut, so many questions. Patricia! Let it suffice that you have at least been rodded at last and in a perfectly
appropriate place. Sit down on the bed, for I wish to speak to you--'
'I cannot, I cannot! Oh, you will tell Papa--I know it! What am I to do?' wailed Patricia, wringing her hands
and looking much more pitiful than Astrid knew she really felt. Amid then such agonies of remorse as she was
endeavouring to confess, she found herself pushed backwards by Astrid who, having turned, pressed her down
upon the edge of the bed which. 'I will never do it again, I promise!' she declared wildly. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]