It was hot, very hot and Richard had
been walking quickly for over an hour. The
sunrays filtered through the treetops, blinding the boy's eyes as he
looked up.
'Not much further', he thought as he began to mount the rise that led
to the
lake. Richard was dressed, as were all boys at the orphanage in long
grey
flannel shorts, that came to his knee's, a heavy flannel jacket, long
grey
socks, ending in black boots. His shirt was soaked in perspiration with
the
effort of the long walk. Richard reached the top of the rise and looked
quickly
about before hurrying on towards the lake. The lake was in a part of
the wood,
which was out of bounds. The boy had heard that it was part of a large
estate,
owned by a local farmer. The thought of trespass made Richard look
round once
more, as he neared the small jetty at the lakeside. There was no
movement in the
wood. Small sounds came from the treetops as birds flew and
resettled.
Richard quickly threw off his jacket and shirt,
unbuttoned his trousers and
kicked them over his boots. Underneath the trousers were the long old
fashioned
underpants that had irritated his skin so much. Richard struggled with
his
bootlaces, finally throwing them on to his pile of clothes. Standing up
he let
his underpants fall to the ground. Richard was now naked and was
already feeling
cooler. The boy ran towards the jetty, his lithe body glistening in the
sun, two
more steps.. Richard plunged headlong into the water. The cool water of
the lake
felt wonderful against his naked body. For a moment he was able to
forget
everything and just bask in the serenity of the moment, heaven beneath
an open
sky.
It had probably been thirty minutes or
more, before the sound of pounding
hooves had penetrated Richard's reverie. Suddenly through the clearing,
Richard
saw two horses approaching. He could not make out the detail of the
riders at
this distance. He could see dark hair blowing in the wind, from under a
riding
cap. He turned quickly in the water and set off at a quick over-arm
crawl
towards the nearest bushes on the bank. It became obvious to Richard
that the
two riders had not observed him swimming in the lake. Strong strokes
brought him
to the bank, just as the riders reached a wooden picnic table planted
firmly in
the ground at the side of the clearing. The horses slowed and stopped,
the first
rider a young girl of perhaps sixteen years, dismounted as the horse
took its
last few paces. Running, to keep pace with the slowing creature she
pulled on
the reins and stopped within a few feet of the picnic table.
The other horse slowed some paces behind, standing
quietly while it's rider
dismounted. Both of the girls were pretty, in fact the blonde girl was
stunningly good looking, fine bone features, vivid blue eyes and hair
the colour
of silver. The second girl had a face of classic beauty, with dark eyes
and hair
that glistened black in the sun.
The small bushes surrounding the lake hid Richard
well. He could see the two
girls tying their horses to a low tree branch. 'What do I do', Richard
thought.
He could see his clothes, lying on the soft grass only a few feet away
from his
hiding position.
The girls were talking to each other and laughing.
'That hack is the only
one to take, at this time of year', said Diane. She brushed the nape of
her neck
below the neatly pinned blonde hair. 'Everything else is overgrown', she
continued. '...still I bet there isn't a gallop as good as that for
miles'.
The two girls looked around. Diane
narrowed her eyes against the sun, as
she looked towards the jetty. 'What's that 'ronica?'. Veronica looked
towards
the jetty. 'I don't know, looks like a pile of rags. 'Well, they
weren't here
yesterday, let's have a look'. Diane strode off toward the pile of
clothes
Richard had hastily abandoned. She picked up a garment and held it
aloft. 'I'm
not sure what these are supposed to be, either long trousers for a
dwarf or very
long short trousers.' Veronica, who was sifting through some more of the
clothes, held up the long underwear. 'Who on earth would wear these, in
this day
and age.
'I think where is he, is more to the point'. said Diane as she dropped
the
trousers back on to the grass. 'There's no one in the lake. Both girls
scanned
the water, there eyes skimming over the boys hiding position. 'I was
going to
have a dip, but I don't like the idea of someone being around'. Said
Veronica as
she looked across the lake once more.
Diane was looking closely at the rest of the
clothes. 'I think it's got to
be a boy. Who else could possibly wear clothes like this?'.
The blonde girl turned back towards the jetty,
looking intently at any
possible hiding place. 'The jetty's too low for anyone to be
underneath. Lets
walk along the bank'. She said as she walked quickly to the side of the
lake.
Veronica followed.
Richard crouched as low as he could in the water. He had seen the
girls
approach, but had no idea what course of action to take. 'What on earth
do I
do?'. He thought. 'If I'm caught, the beating I'll get will be
horrendous'.
Richard remembered the attitude of the orphanage to boys who got
in trouble,
while they were outside. It was not a strict regime, but they did not
tolerate
any boy or girl tarnishing the name of the orphanage. In fact it had
only been
two days ago, at the start of the holidays, that they had been told not
to go
near private property.
'Who are you and what are you doing'. Richard looked up to meet the
cool gaze of
the two girls as they looked down, over his hiding place. It was Diane
that had
spoken. 'Well I'm waiting for an answer'. She continued.
Richard still did not speak. His face was beetroot red. He
crouched further
into the shallow water.
'I d' don't know'. Richard eventually stammered. 'You don't know
what you are
doing. That seems strange, for someone who is crouching in shallow
water with no
clothes on'.
Diane could see the boy's form through the clear water. She
estimated his age
to be about sixteen a year younger than herself. As far as she could
see he was
a well built adolescent. His face was well featured, brown eyes, a
straight nose
and good jaw line.
'Well if you don't know what you are doing,
you had better get out'.
Diane's cool gaze never left the boy, as she spoke. 'B'but I haven't
got any
clothes on'. Stammered Richard, whose whole body was now blushing with
acute
embarrassment.
'You will either get out now or I will send for the game keeper'. Diane
said
firmly, 'It's your choice'.
The two girls stood back from the bank. Richard had never felt so
embarrassed
before. His heart was pounding and he felt dizzy. Slowly he pulled
himself on to
the bank. The soft grasses brushing his stomach and legs as he left the
water.
He looked up to see the two girls had moved further back.
The girls watched as he slid himself on to the bank. A nice body,
Veronica
thought as she looked at the firm buttocks of the boy, lying on the
grass before
her.
Richard raised himself on to one knee, holding his hand over his
penis and
testicles. Wobbling slightly on one foot he managed to stand up. 'Well'
said
Diane, who was now enjoying herself very much. 'You had better come
over here
and we can hear your explanation'. The two girls turned and walked
towards the
picnic table. Richard followed behind them - his head was spinning.
Diane
reached the table first and sat on it's strong oak top. The other girl
sat down
on the bench, which was set into the grass.
Richard stood facing the girls. Both hands now
covering his genitals. He
glanced back at his clothes lying a few feet away. Diane noticed the
look.' You
can have your clothes, when we have had an explanation.' Richard's body
had
begun to warm in the sun. He shivered more with fright as Diane fixed
him with
her icy stare.
'We will start with your name and where you come
from'. Said Diane firmly.
Her eyes looked down over his body. She noted his firm shoulders,
narrow waist
and long well muscled legs.
Richard was now acutely aware of the girls interested gaze. He shuffled
his feet
in the grass. He could not bring himself to look at Diane, who was now
looking
towards the hands covering his genitals.
'I am waiting, I will not ask again.' Diane turned as she spoke,
reaching behind
her towards the riding hat and crops laid on the table top. She turned
toward
Richard once more now holding one of the crops in her hand.
Richard started to speak, hesitantly at first.
'My name is Richard Chambers, I come from St. Matthew's orphanage.'
Diane reached forward. She held the riding crop out in front of her and
gently
pushed Richard's chin up, so that his eyes met hers.
'Look at me when you speak.' she said a little more softly. 'Stand up
straight
too:' Richard met her gaze, but found it hard to straighten without
uncovering
himself. He was cupping his testicles and penis against the juncture of
his
thighs. The thumbs were crossed over at the top of his pubic hair.
'Veronica was enjoying the boys discomfort, and knew perfectly well why
he could
not stand any more upright. She also knew that Diane was having the
time of her
life with her cross-examination.
'I came for a swim. It was so hot and we're on holiday for two weeks.'
continued
Richard. 'I didn't mean any harm.' Richard looked down once more. He
had never
felt so ashamed, standing naked in front of the two girls.
Diane and Veronica were both aware of the boy's discomfort, but neither
had any
intention of letting him off the hook.
'Look at me and listen Richard. You should be well aware that this is
private
property. There are fences all around this estate and you must have
climbed one
to be here now, isn't that so?'
Richard raised his head, looking at the girl while she spoke. His cheeks
suffused with red and his bottom lip trembling.
'Yes miss'. He managed to stammer.
'Tell me, what would your punishment be, should I decide to telephone
the
orphanage and complain of your trespass. Swimming naked in the lake
where there
may be people passing. What do you say Richard?.'
The boy trembled even more at thought of what would happen to him back
at the
orphanage.
'I would be beaten Miss.' Richard's reply was barely audible. Diane
looked
coolly at the trembling boy, noting the small tear running down his red
cheeks.
'Who would beat you?' Veronica asked, speaking to him for the first
time, 'and
what would you be beaten with?'.
His breath came with difficulty, he looked near to fainting. 'Matron
beats us
with a cane.' he replied, his voice sounding weak.
Diane again took over as question master 'How many strokes would you
expect for
something like this?'
'I d'don't know Miss.'
'Well how many do you think?, you must have some idea.'
Richard was feeling very distressed. He knew for certain that the
minimum he
could expect would be twelve strokes. He knew of a boy that had left
the year
before. He had received eighteen strokes for a far more trivial offence.
'I am waiting for an answer.' Diane held the crop under his chin as she
spoke
and raised the boy's head.
'I think perhaps twelve stokes Miss'. Richard shuddered as he spoke.'
Maybe
eighteen...', his sentence trailed off into silence.
'Well I think', said Diane brightly that you would be lucky to receive
less than
twenty-four. My mother is a magistrate, I think the orphanage would
take a dim
view of trespass on the property of a local magistrate.
Richard looked shocked but said nothing. His cheeks were burning and his
shoulders were shaking with dread.
'One last question, before we decide what to do with you.' Richard
looked at the
girl, they hadn't decided yet, Maybe there's a chance...His thoughts
were
interrupted.
'Where about on your body do you receive the cane?'.
'Er..on the bottom Miss'.
Both girls looked down at the boy's body as he spoke. Richard was
standing
squarely in front of them so they could not see his buttocks.
'Turn around and show me your bottom Richard.' Diane said coolly.
Richard looked
shocked but did not move.
'I think before you start to disobey me, you had better think about who
and
where you are, Richard my boy.'
Richard stood still for a second and then began to turn round slowly.
He felt
totally humiliated. He pressed his hands closer over his groin as he
turned and
faced the lake. As soon as the boy's back was turned the girls gave
each other a
quick smile of triumph.
Diane placed the riding crop back on to the oak table. 'Stand still and
don't
move.' Diane said firmly as she got off the table and stood behind
Richard. She
placed her left hand on the boy's left shoulder. Richard trembled as he
felt her
cool fingers touch his skin. He said nothing as she placed her right
hand on his
waist. She saw him involuntarily clasp his hands tighter over his penis
and
scrotum. Her right hand slid from his waist, gently moving in over the
small of
his back and down on to the hill of his buttocks. Veronica stood up
from her
seat on the bench and moved to Diane's right hand side. She wanted to
see more
clearly what her friend was doing to the boy.
Richard trembled, stealing himself for what the girl might do next.
'So this is where you receive you punishment is it Richard?'
Diane spoke softly
as she leaned her head forward to his ear. Richard felt her hand move
slowly
down over his buttocks, stroking first one cheek, then the other. She
took her
hand away then brought it back in a sharp slap across his right bottom
cheek.
Richard gasped at the sudden shock.
'Surely that didn't hurt.' said Diane brightly. 'You can expect a lot
more than
that when Matron gets hold of you.
'Can I get dressed now?' Richard asked suddenly, fearing there might be
further
exploration of his bottom.
'You will get dressed. When we tell you to get dressed and not before.
Is that
understood?'
'Yes Miss, I'm sorry Miss.' Richard suddenly remembered the terrible
mess he was
in. The girls might only be a year or two older, but he realised that
they held
absolute power over him. One wrong word from either of them to the
orphanage and
his goose was cooked.
'What position does matron place you in when you are to be caned?'
Veronica
asked the boy as she moved round to face him. She lifted her arm and
taking his
chin between her finger and thumb bringing his head round to face hers.
'We have
to kneel on a bench and lean over the table.' Richard muttered.
'Does matron take those awful trousers of yours down?'
'Yes Miss.' Richard replied looking into Veronica's eyes. He had never
seen such
a beautiful face.
'And how about those awful baggy underpants?, do they come off too?'
'Yes Miss.' replied Richard as he watched her amused expression.'
'So you are in a very good state to have a thrashing right now.' Diane
said as
she placed her hand back on to the boy's buttocks.
Diane stroked his buttocks once more and then took her hands off the
boy and sat
down on the bench. Veronica followed and sat next to her.
'Turn around and face us.' said Diane. Richard turned round and faced
both girls
seated before him. He still had his hands clasped over his groin. He
had felt
his penis begin to stiffen slightly while the girls hands had stroked
his
bottom, but he managed to contain himself beneath his hands. Diane
reached
behind her and picked up her riding crop.
'I told you to stand straight once, so do it. Shoulders back arms down
straight
by your sides.' Diane said firmly, as she turned back from the table to
face
Richard. Richard blushed profusely 'B'but I'I don't have..' 'We are
well aware
of the state you are in my boy,' Diane interrupted 'but you made the
choice to
take your clothes off while on someone else's property. So do as you
are told
and do it now.'
Richard's head felt dizzy, he dropped his head and slowly took his
hands away
from his genitals. He straightened his shoulders and put his head
further back,
but could not meet their gaze.
Both girls examined the boy intently.' He really is something special'
thought
Diane.' Excellent features. A really well proportioned body and a
beautiful
penis. A large tight scrotum too, what more could a girl ask'.
'That's better'. Snapped Diane. 'You are in a lot of trouble and we
have to
decide what to do about you.'
''ronica, why don't you go and feel his bottom, and tell me how many
strokes you
would think to be an appropriate punishment'. Richard could not believe
what he
was hearing. Suppose he could not control his penis. What would happen
if he had
an erection in front of them?. These thoughts ran wildly through
Richard's head.
Veronica stood up once more and moved behind the boy.
'Now let's have a look at you.' she said softly as she placed both
hands on his
waist, pushing him forward slightly. Veronica looked down at his
buttocks. She
noted their firmness and quality of skin. She dropped her hands from
his waist
on to his buttocks. Her thumbs parting the deep cleavage of his bottom
as her
hands moved downwards.
'Bend over, so that I can see properly.' she said as placed her hand
round the
boys waist, underneath his arm. She pushed gently on the middle of his
back with
the other hand, indicating he should bend from the waist.
'Over you go; that's it.' Veronica whispered as Richard reluctantly bent
forward.
'Open your legs, you'll find it easier that way.' still holding the
boys waist
she ran her hand down over his bottom and into the crevice between his
legs. She
pushed the back of her hand against the inside of his thigh, making
Richard open
his legs more widely. 'There that's easier now I can see you properly.'
Veronica
said matter of factly. Richard could not believe what was happening to
him, he
felt dizzy with the touch of her fingers on his body. The softness of
her hand
now parting the cheeks of his bottom. Seemingly oblivious to his
feelings, she
moved her soft hands slowly and gently over his flesh. Richard flinched
as her
fingertips pulled the cheeks of his bottom apart. She felt his body
tremble as
she kneaded each buttock in turn.
'Just stay in that position.' said veronica, 'I want to see how
resilient your
bottom is.' She stood back from the boy and raising her arm a little,
bringing
the palm of her hand smartly down across both buttocks. Richard
startled from
the smack to his bottom, tried to straighten up, but Veronica placed
her hand on
the small of his back. 'Just one more smack.' she said brightly 'that
didn't
leave any mark at all'. She raised her palm once more and gave the
buttocks a
harder smack. Richard jolted with the sting of the slap, but managed to
remain
bent over. She could clearly see the imprint of her hand on the boy's
bottom.
Placing her left hand on to the small of his back, she gently traced
her fingers
over the marks she had just made.
'Now you can stand up again'. Veronica told the boy. Richard stood once
more
trying to cover his penis, which to his horror was now in a semi-erect
state.
'Arms by you sides, there's a good boy.' said Veronica, knowing that
Diane would
want to see whether her ministrations on the boy had produced an
erection.
Veronica moved to the boy's side and looked down at his penis which had
grown to
twice its size and was pointing forward slightly. Veronica was
delighted with
the result. Looking towards Diane she saw her amused expression as she
too gazed
at the boys penis. Richard was mortified. His body was trembling under
Veronica's fingers as she ran her right hand over the boy's shoulder
and her
left hand over his stomach. 'Why you're trembling'. She said as she
moved her
hand up over his chest and teased his left nipple with her carefully
manicured
nails.
Richard's penis began to throb as she slowly titillated his nipple. His
eyes
began to glaze with the sensation of it all.
'What have we here young man?' Diane said as she stood up and stepped
in front
of the trembling youth. She looked down and waited for Richard to
follow her
gaze before taking hold of the tip of his penis. She held it delicately
between
her forefinger and thumb. The sensation of her fingers touching him so
intimately was too much for Richard, his penis burgeoned to a full
erection,
pointing straight out in front of him. 'Is this the way you behave in
front of
young ladies?' Diane chided him. Richard's cheeks turned an even
brighter red.
'I c'can't help it Miss' he stammered.' I'm dreadfully sorry Miss.
'Diane
pinched the end of his penis, making the violent erection complete.
With her
left hand she gently cupped his testicles, pulling her nails gently
forward over
the tight scrotum. Richard's breath was coming in gasps. He was feeling
dizzy
and faint. 'Please Miss, please don't.' Richard managed to say through
the waves
of sensation that were passing over him. Veronica was gently stroking
the hair
at the nape of his neck with one hand and teasing his nipple with the
other as
Diane spoke. 'I think that will do for now.' she said to Veronica as
she let go
of the boys scrotum, giving his penis one last pinch. 'Lets sit down
and decide
what to do with him.' Veronica stopped caressing the boy and joined
Diane on the
wooden bench.
Richard stood where they left him, legs apart and hands by his side.
His penis
standing up fully, the tip pointing upwards almost to his navel.
'Look at me Richard.' said Diane 'we are going to give you a choice of
punishment. Then leave you to decide.' Richard looked up towards the
two girl's
faces but was not able to look them in the eyes.
Diane continued. 'We can either, tell my mother and have her telephone
the
orphanage, or you can accept a punishment from us. I can tell you that
our
punishment will not be lenient. Although it will be considerably less
than you
could expect from the orphanage.' Diane watched the boy's face as she
spoke to
him. She could also see that his penis was still large although now
pointing
nearer to the ground.
'You may have a few minutes to think about it, while I have a word with
Veronica
and decide what our punishment might be.' The girls got up and walked
around the
table and toward the clearing
They stopped some yards away and faced each other.
Richard looked at the
girls as they talked. Both girls were wearing riding britches and
boots. The
blonde girl wore a silk shirt that was tied in a knot at her waist.
Richard had
noticed that she wore nothing under the shirt, as her nipples were
clearly
visible through the thin silk. The dark girl, the taller of the two was
also
wearing a shirt but this was made of cotton. Large pockets adorned the
front but
Richard could see that her breasts were quite large.
Richard still stood as he had been placed. Arms by
his side and legs spread
apart... he felt foolish. Occasionally the girls looked over towards
him as they
conversed. His penis had not subsided much. He looked down trying to
clear his
mind of the girls and how they had touched and stroked him. His problem
he
thought at the moment was what punishment the girls had in store for
him. He had
already decided, although subconsciously that he would accept their
punishment.
On looking at the reception he would receive from the orphanage the
alternative,
although unknown could certainly not be worse. It had been known for
boys to be
sent to borstal. Who could tell what kind of story the girl's mother
would tell
to Matron. Would they have him beaten by the game keeper they had
mentioned.? It
seemed likely after the girl's remarks earlier. 'Well one way or
another it
would be over soon', he thought. The girls were walking back towards
him, still
in conversation. They walked around separate ends of the table and sat
down in
front of him.
'We have decided' said Diane simply. 'As you are already aware this is
a serious
offence you have committed. Not only trespass. It could have been that
Veronica
and I were swimming in the lake before you arrived. That would have
been a gross
invasion of our privacy. Lastly you were swimming naked. We could have
been most
offended at the sight of you. Therefore we have both agreed that you
should be
beaten, either by the orphanage or by us. If I have cause to tell my
Mother, I
shall ask her to request that you be soundly thrashed. If you decide to
take our
punishment then Veronica or myself will beat you.'
Richard just stared at the girls. He couldn't believe his ears. They
were going
to beat him. Two girls, little older than himself.
'Well Richard what do you say'. It was Veronica that spoke this time.
'I'm really sorry Miss, I just didn't mean any harm'. Richard muttered,
his
bottom lip trembling.
'Step forward.' Diane said, as she parted her knees to make room for
the boy to
stand closer. She leaned forward and grasped the boys hips as he
hesitantly
moved towards her. Her hands holding his hips prevented Richard's
immediate
reaction to cover himself. 'Put your hands behind you and tell us what
you have
decided'. She said looking up into his face.
Richard blushed once more. Acutely aware of his nakedness and his
closeness to
the girl. He felt his penis begin to stiffen. The soft, almost tender
touch of
her hands on his hips and the fragrance of her perfume played havoc
with his
senses.
'I'm sorry Miss' Richard managed to stammer, the sound from his lips
was barely
audible.
'Being sorry is not an answer Richard. We are both still waiting for
your
decision.' Diane's hands were softly stroking his hips as she spoke.
'I w'..will take your punishment Miss.' Richard just managed to say the
words in
a hoarse whisper.
'So you have decided that we will be more lenient than matron have you
Richard.'
Her gaze seemed to mock him as she spoke. 'What's this Richard' Diane
looked
down. 'Your penis is stiff again, can't you control yourself.' She
looked up at
the boy's face and then down again at the stiffening muscle. She held
his waist
with one hand while she gently took hold of his penis with the other.
Her
fingers gently encircled the shaft. She slowly pushed the foreskin back
and
squeezed, causing the boy to jerk his hips backwards. She tightened her
grip and
looked up into his face. 'This sort of thing could get you into a lot of
trouble, what do you say Veronica?' Veronica stood up and moved behind
Richard's
trembling body. She stroked the tips of her fingers over his buttocks.
Pulling
one cheek of his bottom apart from the other, she slid her slim hand
between his
legs and cupped his testicles in her palm.
'I think', said Veronica 'That this young man is in a lot of trouble
already'.
She gently squeezed his testicles as she spoke. Diane felt Richard's
body
stiffen and tremble as Veronica squeezed the boy's scrotum.
'What do you say to that Richard?' Diane asked as she took her hand
from his hip
and scraped her fingernails over the tip of his penis. She held the
shaft firmly
while she delicately probed the opening with the nail of her
forefinger. She
could feel the blood pumping through the shaft of the penis as she held
him
firmly between her fingers. Richard was speechless. His head was
pounding, his
vision blurred. The sensation of the girl's hands on his body was
too much for
him. She gently let his foreskin ride back up the shaft of his penis as
he began
to tremble uncontrollably. Diane looked to Veronica and motioned with
her eyes
to look at the boy's face. Richard was breathing in gasps. His eyes
were closed
and his cheeks were suffused in red.
'I think today has been a little too much for you Richard. We will
postpone the
matter of your punishment until tomorrow.' The boy was taking deep
breaths now.
His penis was as hard as Diane imagined a penis could be. She removed
her hands
from the boy at the same time as Veronica slipped her hand from between
his
legs.
'Look at me Richard I am talking to you.' Diane said softly. Richard
opened his
eyes and looked at Diane. It was like looking through a mist. His head
was
pounding and his body trembling.
'I said we are going to postpone your punishment until tomorrow. Will
you be
here by ten o'clock.' Diane took hold of the boy's hips to emphasise
her words.
'Y'yes Miss.' Richard stammered.
'I presume that as you are on holiday there will be no difficulty in
getting
here for that time.' Richard nodded his head slowly. He felt dazed. The
humiliation and embarrassment he felt was beyond any experience he had
ever
known.
'You may go and put on your clothes now, but I warn you, if you are late
tomorrow I shall not hesitate to have mother call the orphanage. Is
that clear?'
Diane's voice was firm.
Richard nodded 'Yes Miss.' The boy did not move as Diane still held his
hips.
She indicated he should turn with a slight opposite pressure of her
hands. She
brushed her palm across the tip of his penis as he turned.
'Off you go then Richard and don't be late tomorrow.' She punctuated
the last
sentence with a smack on his bottom. Richard stumbled forward towards
his
clothes. He picked up the underpants he had been so keen to shed
earlier and
drew them up over his hips. He picked up his trousers.and quickly
donned the
rest of his clothes. He turned around and was surprised to see the
girls had
remounted their horses. Diane urged her horse forward gently. She
leaned down as
they approached the boy and prodded the baggy trousers he was wearing
with her
riding crop.
'What time will you be here?' she asked:
'Ten o'clock Miss.' Richard replied: She turned her horse and stroked
it's neck
as she commanded it to 'walk on'. Veronica gave Richard a wry smile. 'I
bet you
think it was bad luck meeting us today.' She turned her horse and
cantered off
after Diane.
Diane and Veronica were sat comfortably in
large easy chairs in the drawing
room. Diane's mother sat opposite the girls. Diane and Veronica had
been friends
since they both met on the first day of term. They had been seven years
old.
Their new boarding school had seemed gaunt and austere with it's stone
walls and
buildings. They had comforted each other then. Often sticking up for
one and
other during adversity. They were in their final year now. Since their
first
meeting they had spent every holiday together. Refusing to go abroad
without the
other going too. They had spent the last few holidays at the Manor
house with
Diane's mother. Diane's father had died just over five years ago. The
girls had
decided that Diane's mother should see as much as she could of her
daughter
during the holidays. 'So that's the whole story'. Diane said as she
shifted her
beautiful body to a more comfortable position. It was not hard to see
where
Diane's good looks came from. Her mother was strikingly beautiful her
hair was
pinned up at the nape of her neck. Her breasts pressed against the silk
of her
blouse above a slim waist. Her legs were long and slender, tanned from
tennis
and walking. 'You think the boy will turn up do you two?' Diane's mother
addressed both girls.
'Yes we do', said Veronica, 'I'm sure we put the fear of god into him
and I
think the thought of the orphanage finding out will be too much for him.
'Diane's mother had not been shocked at what the girls had told her.
They had
recounted every detail, even the size of the boy's penis. She had
laughed when
they had told her of the effect they had had on the boy. 'I think it
must have
been the first time he had been touched intimately'. she had said to
the girls.
'I know a little about the orphanage, from my duties as a magistrate.
The boys
sleep in one dormitory. I imagine there is little chance for sexual
encounters
with the girls or masturbation.' Diane's mother turned to take a sip
from the
glass she held and thought for a moment. Her beautiful features lit by
the lamp
beside her. The girls watched her intently. They both loved her and
kept no
secrets from her. Diane's mother was aware of her daughter's fondness
for
inflicting pain. For as Diane had inherited her looks she had also
inherited the
desire to inflict pain. It was the most rewarding when she inflicted
pain on
boys or youths. They had discussed this desire between the three of
them many
times over the last year. Two years ago they had employed a young girl
of
fifteen as a maid. She was a very pretty young girl and a very willing
worker.
It had been one evening during the Easter holidays that Veronica had
gone to the
barn. Riding tackle and hay were kept there as well as the straw bails.
It had
been twilight as she had entered the barn to fetch hay. She had heard
scuffling
and low moans coming from the straw bails. The main light switches were
at the
back of the barn door and as she switched them on she heard gasps from
behind
the straw bails. Veronica, frightened had run into the house to fetch
Diane and
her mother. They ran back to barn together to find the young maid and
an even
younger boy from the village, pulling on their clothes. Diane's mother
had been
furious: pulling the girl to her feet she sent her off into the house.
She took
hold of the young boy, who could have barely been fifteen and pushed
him over
the straw bail. 'this will teach you', 'fetch me a riding crop:
Veronica had
hurried to the tackle shelves and produced a long slim crop. The boy
had not
struggled but had lain quietly where he was being held. She hauled the
boy up
again ignoring his pleas. 'Get his trousers down will you Diane.'
Diane's mother
held the youth firmly as Diane undid the boy's belt and unbuttoned his
trousers.
She slid them down to his ankles and looked up to her mother. Diane's
mother
knew what was in the girl's mind by her questioning look. 'and his
pants too.'
she had said as she held the boy firmly. Diane did her mothers bidding
and
pulled the boys underpants down below his knees. His penis, she noticed
was
small and shrivelled lying in front of his testicles. Diane's mother
turned the
boy over and asked the girls to hold him down. Diane without knowing
why, had
reached underneath his hips. Grasping his penis and both testicles in
her hand.
Diane had looked up at her mother, who had smiled at her and nodded her
head.
Lady Rawlings had brought the crop down smartly across the boy's
bottom, causing
him to yell. He tried to wriggle up but Diane kept a firm hold on his
genitals.
The pain in his testicles had made the boy keep still. Diane remembered
the
pleasure it gave her to have the boy wriggling helplessly while he was
being
beaten. She also knew for the first time that she liked the thought of
having
command over a boy.
Diane and Veronica had often talked about that night in the barn and
they
smiled, as each knew what the other was thinking.'
'Shall we take Wendy with us tomorrow mother. It might remind her of
what her
boy got in the barn that night'. Diane asked:
'You can if you wish I don't need her. Since she has been confined to
the house
she has been a different girl. Its not as if she doesn't know what you
two get
up to when you are home on holiday.' her mother replied:
'I bet she's not forgotten her thrashing either'. Veronica said. After
the boy
had been sent home. Wendy had been summoned to the drawing room.
Veronica tried
to recall it as it had happened. Diane's mother had been sat on the
centre seat
of the settee. The girl had been stood before her with her eyes full of
tears.
'You know I have to punish you don't you girl. I should have you sent to
approved school for what you were doing. You are both under the age of
consent
and what you did is a criminal offence.' Diane's mother had told the
girl. Wendy
had begged and pleaded for leniency. 'Take off your dress and get over
my knee.'
The girl had taken off the dress. 'And the under-slip too'. She had
slowly taken
it off and stood up in just her panties. Diane and Veronica had been
seated
comfortably in the easy chairs facing each side of the girl. They had
enjoyed
her distress immensely.
She had a good figure for a young girl and her small breasts stood
firmly above
her flat tummy. The girl awkwardly placed herself over the woman's
knee's.
'I think a hair brush would be appropriate, don't you?' She had looked
at both
girls as she spoke.' Veronica remembered, she had run to her bedroom
where she
had a large wooden backed brush she had brought from school.
Placing her hand over the girl's bottom Diane's mother had taken the
hairbrush
from Veronica and had placed it on the settee beside her. 'I think
we'll have
those panties off you, would you help me please Veronica.' Diane had
smiled at
her mother including her best friend in the proceedings. Veronica had
bent down
and hooked her finger under the waist of the girl's panties pulling
them down
gently. The girl had shivered as they slid slowly down her legs. 'Right
I think
we can proceed.' she said. The girls watched intently as the young maid
was
beaten. Her bottom glowing bright red after the first few stokes. The
girl had
screamed for mercy after the first ten stokes but the beating continued
until
the girls had counted forty strokes.
Wendy had been sent to bed after her beating and had remained there for
the next
day in terrible discomfort.
Diane's mother stood up and reached for a small bell push set into the
oak
panelled hearth. A few moments passed before the maid entered the room.
'We've
just being discussing your smack bottom,' said Diane. 'We would like to
see if
that little bottom of yours has healed yet. Forty strokes with a
hairbrush
should have left some trace.' The girl blushed her long eyelashes
closing over
blushing cheeks as she looked down in her embarrassment. 'Will you show
us
please.' The girl blushed again, a soft rosy glow spreading upwards
over her
pretty face. She turned her back towards the two girls putting her
hands under
her short dress. 'No not like that.' said Diane firmly.
'Take your dress off so we can all have a good look at you. 'The maid
turned
towards Diane. She looked shocked and embarrassed. Slowly she undid the
buttons
of her black dress. She pulled her arms through the long sleeves and
placed the
dress on the arm of the settee next to where Diane's mother was seated.
Underneath she wore a black slip. The girl pulled the thin straps over
her
shoulders and wriggled daintily as it fell to the floor. She was
wearing only
pair of brief black panties. Her breasts were quite large. Her slim
waist
accenting their size, they thrust outward firmly as she stooped to
retrieve her
under-slip. Once again the girl turned her bottom towards Diane,
pulling the
waist of her panties down at the back to reveal her well rounded
buttocks. Diane
leaned forward and took hold of the girl's hips turning her round.
'I've told
you once already not like that.' Diane brushed the maids hands away
from the
panties and hooked her own fingers into the waistband, pulling the
panties
gently down the girls shapely thighs to her knee's. 'Now take them
off.' She
told her and lets have no more nonsense. Bending with her knee's pressed
together the young maid pushed the lacy garment over her shoes.
'That's right put them over there and leave your shoes with
them.' Wendy
stepped out of her high heels and walked back to Diane, covering her
small patch
of dark pubic hair with her hand. Diane stood up as the girl
approached. Taking
her by the shoulders she made her turn toward the fireplace. 'Shall we
have a
little more light?' said Veronica as she turned on the light of the
standard
lamp next to her chair. 'That's better'. said Diane. 'She has filled
out nicely,
what lovely breasts.' She let her right hand fall from the blushing
girl's
shoulder, placing it firmly on her breast. Diane began to caress the
breast,
drawing her fingernails lightly over the nipple. Round and round her
fingertips
teased until the nipple stood out proudly. 'Please Miss.' The girl
muttered her
eyes closed with shame. 'Please don't.' She hunched her back, her
shoulders
strained forward. 'Stand straight and put your head up' snapped Diane
as the
girl tried to evade the teasing fingers pinching and squeezing her soft
nipple.
She slapped the girl's buttocks smartly with her left hand. With a gasp
Wendy
raised her head and pushed her shoulders further back.
'That's better, you can always have another smack bottom you
know.' Diane said
brightly. 'Now just do as I tell you, when I tell you, there's a good
girl.
Wendy was one blush of red, her bottom lip was trembling as Diane
scolded her.
'Now we will have a look at that bottom of yours.' Diane quickly turned
the girl
around and bent her forward. Taking hold of the maids waist, Diane
leaned over
passing her arm around the girl and bringing her hand up underneath so
that the
palm pressed against the maids soft tummy.
She stroked her right hand gently over the soft buttocks. 'Look
'ronica, there
are quite a few marks.'. Veronica leaned forward from her chair and
gently
stroked the buttock cheeks presented to her. Diane moved her left hand
further
down underneath the girl's tummy. Her finger moving over the slim patch
of pubic
hair. 'Open your legs girl'. Veronica slapped hard across both cheeks
of her
bottom. Wendy had began to tremble as she shuffled her feet apart.
'Come on you
can do better than that'. Veronica said insistently as she pushed the
girl's
legs further apart. She could see the fingertips of Diane's hand as she
moved
them over the girl's pubic mound. Diane felt the lips of her vulva
begin to open
as she teased gently with her fingers. She rubbed backwards and
forwards with
the length of her finger between the lips her nails teasing the
clitoris into
prominence. Forward and back, forward and back her fingers moved
inexorably,
stimulating the trembling female beneath her. She felt the first slight
movements of the girl's hips as she daintily caressed her captive's
most private
part.
"Ooooh Miss, plee..ease .. Miss." Wendy gasped as she felt a finger
slip inside
her. The girl began to move her hips in response to the rhythm of
Diane's gentle
probing. Her breath came faster and her body shivered. Her mouth
opened, gasping
for air as Diane moved her hand more firmly inside her. Feeling the
moist lips
lubricating her finger, Diane increased her rhythm, slowly and
insistently she
probed deeper and deeper into the very core of the girl. The hips that
were
moving from side to side began to move backwards and forwards.
Reluctantly the
girl moved her innocent young body, pushing her quivering hips forward
to meet
Diane's probing fingers. Her naive movements sending thrill after
thrill through
her body. Veronica observed the reluctant motions of the girl in front
of her
and moved to a kneeling position between the girl's widely spread legs.
She
reached down and stroked her gently, her fingers bestowing feathery
caresses
upon the girl's inner thighs. Wendy was in turmoil her senses
reeling with the
onslaught of passion her mind assailed by a rising tide of sensuality.'
Oooh..Miss....Please...d'doont....
Miss.....Pleeease......ss'. The lower half of her body seemed as
if it were on
fire, her legs trembled and quivered, her knee's turned as if to jelly.
Diane
looked down on the helpless girl, watching her tremble with rapture,
her knee's
spread wide sinking to the soft carpet below. Calmly Diane moved with
her
keeping contact and increasing the pressure of her wrist upon the
writhing
girl's clitoris as she inserted another finger inside her.
'Ooooh....Missss.
Pleeeeease....pleeease...'The girls words coming in gasps between
in-drawn
breath. Diane was delighted as she felt and saw the tell- tale signs at
the
impend of the girls climax. She looked over to Veronica who was
caressing the
girls thighs with persistent stokes, moving her hands smoothly upward
over the
back of the thighs into the deep crease of the girls bottom. Veronica
took her
cue from Diane and splayed the girls buttocks widely apart, her fingers
teasing
the sphincter, probing and prising an opening as the girls hips
worked
themselves to and fro. She inserted the tip of her finger into
the anus and at
the moment of climax impudently pushed her finger straight up
into the girl's
wriggling bottom.
'Oooooh...Ooooh....pleeeease...' Wendy was beside herself with
sexual pleasure.
'Oooooooooh.....Misssssssss. The girl moaned, her hips thrashing as
both girls
cleverly manipulated her climax.
With tenacity they coaxed the last
vestige of pleasure from their victim
watching her every movement until she collapsed prostrate on to the
carpet
heaving and gasping for breath.
'Arrrh...Oooooh.ooo..ooh.........ooooh'. The girls moans
subsiding as her
orgasm diminished. Even then Diane's fingers did not lose contact with
her as
she cupped the fleshy mound and squeezed gently.
Diane laid her head on the girls back. 'There now, there now' she
murmured,
gently stoking the softness of the maids buttocks with her right hand,
the other
still cupped between the thighs. Veronica stroked her quivering legs
until they
lay still. 'There that wasn't so bad was it.' Diane murmured as the
girl drew
air in long deep breaths.
Lady Rawlings looked down at the tableau of
girls before her. Her maid lay
naked on the floor her legs spread wide. Between them sat Veronica her
hand laid
on the back of the girls knee. Diane was sat to the side gently
stroking the
shoulders of the exhausted innocent.
'Help her on to the settee beside me. ' Lady Rawlings said softly
to her
daughter. The girls got up slowly, helping Wendy to the couch.
'Lay her head on my lap, that's the way.' Diane's mother said as
they helped
the naked girl to lay face upward on the soft cushions. Her head rested
on Lady
Rawlings knee. Diane's mother gently stroked her hand over the girls
glistening
shoulder and down on to her beautiful breast, stroking
softly. The girl seemed
to have regained some of her senses and looked up into the face of her
Mistress
as she felt the hand gently touch her sensitive nipple. Diane knelt at
the side
of the settee looking down into girls face.
'Tell me,' she said quietly 'Did you enjoy that?'. The girl looked into
Diane's
eyes. 'Oh yes Miss.' she whispered. Her body shivered.
'Did it make you tingle all over, tell me.' Diane lent close to
the girl as she
spoke, Her voice whispered softly. 'Did it make you come?' The girl
blushed as
she looked up at Diane. 'Oh yes Miss, yes Miss.' the girl whispered.
'Do you
feel nice now?' Diane reached for the girl's other breast and squeezed
it gently
as she spoke. The girl dropped her eyes as she felt the caress. 'Answer
me.'
Diane moved her face closer to her. The girl looked at the lips inches
from
hers, raising her head she kissed Diane in adoration. 'Oh thank-you Miss
...thank you'.
'You can pop your clothes back on now Wendy then fetch us all a drink'.
Diane
said kindly as she stoked the girl's cheek, 'You know we are really
very fond of
you'. 'I know Miss. I just get embarrassed.' The girl said softly
looking into
Diane's eyes. Wendy dressed quickly and left to fetch the drinks.
'Well,' said Lady Rawlings, 'what a day you're all going to have
tomorrow The
girls looked up at Diane's mother as she spoke, smiling gently at her
daughter
and her friend. 'I feel sorry for this orphan boy of yours. Not because
you are
going to punish him tomorrow but because of his circumstances. Perhaps
if he is
as beautiful as you say we could do something for him.'
'What do you mean?'
asked Veronica as she shifted lazily in her seat. Her robe fell open
below the
belt exposing her long shapely brown legs right up to the vee of dark
pubic
hair.
'Well', said Lady Rawlings 'I know a woman that runs a school,
mostly girls I
think, but she has a wonderful way of moulding her pupils. They turn
out quite
bright but completely manageable, if you know what I mean.' 'You mean
they are
submissive?' asked Veronica.
'Yes, I think you would say they are very submissive.' Lady Rawlings
smiled. 'I
think punishment plays a big part in her disciplines. Look at the way
Wendy has
reformed since her smack bottom. She does exactly as she is told and
yet is
cheerful and very caring.
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