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“I hope,” I said to Amanda and Estelle, once we had returned to Highgate from our riverside excursion, “that you can explain your behaviour today.”
I was seated in the comfort of my consulting chair. The two girls were standing in the room, heads bowed and quiet. Amanda stole a look towards me but dropped her eyes again at once as she saw my hand toying with a willowy cane that rested on my desk. Estelle spoke first. “Surely, the explanation required is not from us, Sir. Surely it is Miss Mbute that should answer.”
“It was not our fault, Sir,” Amanda joined her sister. “Surely you will believe us. She took advantage of the submissive nature that you have encouraged in us. We were naturally inclined to obey. That is what you have required of us.”
I smiled, incredulous, and got to my feet. “So, this is in some way my fault? That you, of your own free will, both allowed yourselves to be taken advantage of and made use of in such a fashion. Imagine for a moment if your husbands had returned home to find you providing some tradesman with sexual amusement. Would this be acceptable?”
“No, Sir, I suppose not,” Estelle ventured.
“Unless there was some benefit to our husbands as a result,” Amanda attempted.
My smile turned to a laugh. “A valiant effort, young lady. However, I suspect that your husband will not consider a saving of a few shillings on the week’s shopping bill a reasonable compensation for the sexual favours of his wife.”
Amanda hung her head again. “No, I suppose not.”
“And I suppose not too.” I picked up the cane. “Let us take such steps as will help you to consider more carefully whom you offer your favours to in future. Please bend across my desk, raise your skirts and lower your drawers.”
“In here, Sir?” Amanda bit her lip realising at once that she should not have questioned my instruction. The speed of her realisation saved her an additional five strokes.
“Yes, in here. Yes, beside the window. Yes, where you might be seen from the road. Yes, as I said.”
The two girls sheepishly moved towards my desk without another word and took up the position required of them. The ensuing beating left them sobbing on the floor beside the desk, the backs of their thighs criss-crossed with the bright red stripes of the cane. I waited while they regained their composure and then had them strip there in my study before sending them down to their overnight accommodation and allowing them time to consider their behaviour.
The two continued on their rounds of service, confinement and punishment, slowly progressing towards the goals I had set for them.
There was one area, though, in which additional efforts were needed.
Although I had agreed that the girls should preserve their virginal status throughout their adjustment, there remained the question of how they should best be prepared for the marriage bed. Obviously they were no strangers to sexual arousal but there is a considerable difference between the results of shared erotic amusement with their school friends (or even the demands of Sir Bristow’s Bantu) and the likely enthusiastic mounting that the girls could expect to receive on their wedding night.
So, it was with the intention of avoiding the risk of this experience coming as a shock to them that I brought them, blindfolded, from their cellar accommodation to my bedchamber. At least that was what I told myself. It was nothing to do with the fact that I had spent several weeks in the company of two attractive young women and was, as a result, prey to feelings of most readily satiable lust. Not at all.
In preparation, I had seen that the two girls were naked and securely tied. Coarse ropes secured their arms and elbows behind their backs. Ropes around their waists fixed their wrists in place; others around their chest forced their breasts out and up, constricted painfully, swollen and red. No doubt they would have given voice to their distress but for the thick rings of leather that wedged their mouths open so that little could be heard of their complaints save for inarticulate guttural groans of discomfort.
The belts fashioned for them by Giacomo Baptista were still in place, securely covering those parts that a new husband most prizes. Their other pleasure pits, however, were open to me.
On my removing their blindfolds, the girls soon realised where they were. Seeing that I was attired for bed, wearing only my silk dressing gown and a tasselled smoking hat, they quickly deduced my intentions for them and commenced such a mewling protest between them that I felt obliged to grab them by the hair and wrest them to the bed, so that they lay on their backs looking up in trepidation at me.
The two attempted to struggle away from me. I knelt across Estelle’s waist, pinning her to the bed. Amanda I grabbed by the hair and, pulling her close as I did so, I shrugged off my robe.
Estelle stared up at my erect cock, obviously as shocked as I had intended her to be by my sudden violent behaviour. I rewarded her distressed stare by kneading and pinching at her swollen tits drawing groans of discomfort that served only to arouse me further. Amanda tried to wriggle away from the two of us but I pulled her back, tossing her across the bed so that she fell across her sister. With Amanda face down across her sister’s waist, I pulled her up by the hips so that I could press my member into the cleft between her buttocks. Amanda squealed like a stuck pig as I pushed myself home. From her cries, I was certain that she had never imagined that she would be used in this way.
After a few thrusts I resolved to take advantage of her sister in similar way and rearranged the two helpless girls to allow my access. By now Amanda herself had been brought to a state of sexual excitement and was only too pleased to have her breasts pushed forward against her sister’s face where Estelle’s ring-gagged mouth could suck and press against her tortured nipples.
It was only after I was well sated that the two girls were returned to the basement to allow them a night’s rest and recovery.
© Freddie Clegg 2012
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