Chapter 10

How is Harriet-or perhaps you have not seen her?" Davina said as we at last entered her mansion.

"No, I have not-she was not at home," I replied. Gwen, being brought up in our wake by the two maids, waited behind us.

"I w ... w ... want to go home!" she wailed suddenly, making Davina spin round to her. Each of the girls held one of Gwen's elbows.

"She must be bathed," Davina said as if Gwen had not spoken. "She will make a pretty plaything both for ladies and gentlemen. In due course," she added reflectively.

"Yes, ma'am. How shall we dress her?" came from Elise.

"As an houri, my dear, for that is what I intend her to be and shall thus return her home in due course. Black stockings, spangled garters, and the briefest of chemises. I want her bottom left bared."

"Oh, Miss Davina, I will d ... d ... do anything-" began Gwen.

"You will indeed, dear, though I am sure that is not what you intended me to think," Davina replied. Lifting Gwen's chin, she gazed for a long moment in quite the kindliest of manners into the girl's tear-swimming eyes. "How old are you?" she asked.

"Eighteen, Miss Davina, but...."

"No 'buts,' my pet, wo do not allow them. Eighteen, indeed? Then you have two years at least to be put both to cocks and to the tongues of my girls. I shall return you home long ere that, of course, but even so you will then be a fine little performer. Take her away!"

Gwen cried, sagged, but was taken up, whereupon Davina looped her arm in mine familiarly and led me into the drawing room, I asking in a sudden rush of confidence how it had all come about.

"I shall allow Gwen to tell you that," she replied mysteriously. "As to the man you saw, he is of course a servant in their household. Lady Dingle has free rein from me to dismiss him now, though she will be in two minds to do so lest he talk. That, after all, is something I am not minded to control, but I believe he will not. Either his wages will be increased or he will depart with a full purse and Sir John will know nothing of the affair. It is as well thus."

"Why did you ask me about Harriet?" I queried as we sat down together. Davina removed her hat and cast it to one side, letting her hair down as she did so.

"She was here this morning, Harry, briefly. It was time for a little chat, I felt. I cropped her quite lightly while Elise and Monique held her over. Six stinging cuts sufficed for the first lesson. What a heavenly bottom she has-so round and firm and glossy. She will make a magnificent mount, Harry. Your Mama is well?" she then asked without a pause and with no touch whatever of mischief in her voice.

I could only gape for a moment, though managed to voice assent.

"Good," Davina said comfortably. "You performed well, Harry, in the woods. I am pleased with you. You are learning to control the hunger in your loins. Some men are unutterably crude, my dear. The art is to pump the female slowly and powerfully, whether in her bottom or her slit. I doubt not that Lady Dingle enjoyed it, though she will never say so. Do not, however, hold a woman by the fronts of her thighs again, for it restricts your movements a little. A firm grip on the hips suffices. Should she continue to struggle, then your arms should hug her waist tightly while your cock makes shorter movements."

"Do ... do all women thus succumb?" I asked in wonderment, thinking how Mama had finally spurned me from lodging my prick in her.

"That is where the training comes into it," Davina replied grandly. "You thought perhaps that my use of the whip and the paddle was cruel? It was not. I loathe cruelty, Harry. Firmness is something quite other. The whip stings precisely as I want it to, touching those nerves which in turn flatter the desires of the bottom-hole or the cunny-or often both. The paddle is my urger, it induces a bubbling heat which in turn makes a woman long to ram her burning bottom agaist or into something firm. This it is the male duty-and pleasure-to provide. The struggles of the female may continue, but once she has received my prior attentions and the cock is well lodged, her efforts to free herself will diminish. I do not seek her total surrender-only her acquiescence to the act of copulation or buggery. It cools and enervates her. She learns quickly that by this means she draws power from the male."

"Therefore women have to be frequently whipped in order to make them offer their bottoms?" I asked slyly, recalling what Mama had said to me in the bedroom.

"The sting of the whip or the caress of the strap-just as the regular smacking of the paddle-induces such a feeling in them as the insertion of the prick complements, Harry. On the other hand there are indeed women who desire, whether consciously or not, to be put to the male and must persuade themselves that they are doing so under the power of others. Thus in their own minds are they excused for their actions. You will see, however, that I use different methods upon different women. Some come to their fate unsuspecting. Those whom I put to the whip or the strap have sometimes had their bottoms so treated by fathers or uncles or others. I return them to that process, perhaps after several years in which their drawers have not to come down. I remark upon the splendid development of their bottoms-as indeed I did this morning with Harriet. They are often tickled in the process of heating their rears. All this you will see-yet think not, Harry, that I intend to make such woman slaves for the mere gratification of men. To the contrary! Do you understand?"

"But a little," I replied, though in fact it was somewhat less than that as Davina well perceived.

"Were I to permit you to fuck me now, Harry, I would empty your balls. You would lie inert like a fallen leaf while I ... I could draw with my cunny or bottom upon a dozen such pricks as yours, one after the other, and feel no less vigorous and demanding than when I had commenced. That, Harry, is the difference between the sexes. Sweet Gwen now-she is very toothsome when naked-goes at this moment in her bath in such trepidation of being put to one prick after another, believing as she does simply what I have told her. In all truth her experiences will enervate and strengthen her. She will emerge as a little goddess in comparison with more feeble and unlearned women who lie dumb and unawakened even in the marriage bed and never know the better for it. The women are the true mistresses, Harry."

This last sentence being said so solemnly-and indeed almost sternly-I had no reply. Was this then the meaning of Mama's rolling upon me on the bed and holding me down while she drew the arrogant strength from my cock?

"Be not dismayed, Harry," Davina went on, seeing my bemused expression. "You are an instrument of power and of pleasure, and are so used. Additonally you are-or will become-the home provider, and will be so used also. You must enjoy your privileges!"

"Are all women, then, to be considered as superior to men?"

My question was an earnest one. My voice bore no traces of irony or resentment. Mine was a small world. She who held the key to it was Davina.

"All? No, not all, Harry. There are chosen ones-some so ordained by Nature, as I am. Others are selected, whether by chance, by Fate, or by me. The ones I choose are graded in two different ways. First, they are graded to pleasure, as for instance Harriet will be."

"Gwen also?" I interrupted, bringing a slight frown from her at my interjection.

"Gwen, no. I need no such subtleties with her. She is a cockteaser, Harry, who has not fully learned the pleasure of it. She is likely to marry a man who will idolise her and do whatever she wishes, however. By that means she will have attained her goal. She needs only to be petted in order to take the cock. Harriet is different. She is proud-resistant-but I know well enough what lies buried within her. When her drawers were taken down this morning and she was forced to display her bottom for the crop, she whinnied a little, like a young mare, but did not cry out. I admired her for that. You will see her perhaps for yourself, Harry, standing proud as she does with the pink streaks across her adorable bottom. I have not yet told her what she is to have, though perhaps she senses it or your Mama has told her. I imagine that your Mama is lecturing her now. Once Harriet is graded through the stages of pleasure, then she will be graded through those of feminine superiority. She will not be long in finding her place." Some light shone now.

"Then this is what you meant by passing through fire," I exclaimed.

"Precisely so, Harry. In my own case intuition told, for I only had Father to handle me. Your Mama could school Harriet herself, but a stranger is better. Harriet will take more notice of me-there will be greater deference-and a silent understanding as between women. She must yield both to your prick and to her Papa's, for I can otherwise not break her in. How delicious it will be for me to look into her eyes while she is receiving them. I will stroke her hair, whisper to her. She will understand then."

"Like a young filly," I exclaimed excitedly.

"Why, precisely so. It is I who will bring her on heat and then cool her ardour. Afterwards she may never let you between her thighs again-but that is for her to decide. Ah-here is Gwen!"

I turned about and saw her, shy and trembling and rosy from her bath, her black-stockinged legs twinkling, darts of fire shooting from the tiny jewels that encrusted her broad garters, her shoes small and neat. Ascending from the valley between her breasts to just above the neat triangle of her cunt-hairs was a black silk chemise with a lacy hem.

Giving Davina a nod, which seemed to please her mistress, Monique prodded Gwen forward so that she stood before us.

"Well, Gwen, are you going to be a good girl?" Davina asked and, before the girl could reply, swooped her hand up from her seated position so that it cupped Gwen's furry mound, making her quiver and flush. "Ah, you are nicely moist. They have tongued you, have they not? Has she come yet, Monique?"

"But once, Madame, and would have again if we had let her. She is a hot little one, this!"

"So I observe. Turn and show me your bottom, darling ... there ... and what a peach it is-do you not think so, Harry?"

Exquisitely perfumed as she was and with her chubby bum displayed, Gwen looked entrancing. I nodded and made to reach for her, but Davina shook her head and patted my hand away playfully. It seemed almost absurd to me then when I recalled my fumblings on a bed with Gwen such a short while ago-a period of time that seemed now like a lifetime.

"All in good time, Harry, for I wish to hear again from Gwen what passed-and you shall learn thereby the reason for our little orgy in the wood. Elise-bring a feather."

Hearing this, Gwen gave a great start and made to turn about-prepared, I would swear, to throw herself into Davina's arms, but Monique in one bound held her while Elise, producing a long thin feather from within her stocking top, stood before her and pointed the tip up between Gwen's thighs.

At that, the tight cheeks of Gwen's bottom jiggled and jerked. Had not Monique seized her wrists and held them behind her, she would have attempted to escape. With her back to us, I could glimpse only the movements of Elise's wrist.

"No-ah-no-ah!" Gwen screeched, her head and torso twisting from side to side.

"Oh, yes, indeed, darling, for you are going to entertain more than a feather in your pussy," Davina laughed, enjoying as much as I the swaying and wriggling of her white and pink bottom.

That the tip of the feather was caressing and maddening Gwen's clitoris, I had no doubt. Gritting out screeches and howls, she began also to blubber. Her head hung back, eyes wide open.

"Har-har! I c ... c ... cannot ... I cannot b ... b ... bear it!" she choked. "Oh, it tickles! It is hateful! It is k ... k ... killing me....Oh! Ah!"

Smoothing her hands down her skirt, Davina rose while still the relentless feather twirled. Then, seizing Gwen's face and forcing her mouth down under her own, Davina insinuated one tapered finger between her pert bottom cheeks and wormed it into her rosette in such a manner that Gwen's legs stiffened and she reached up on her toes with her mouth still buried under Davina's. Released at last from the long kiss but not from the finger, she began working her hips back and forth, moaning and sobbing while the two worked at her.

"Someone has been at your bottom, my pet, I can feel it-come, confess!" Davina commanded. Working her finger up past the first knuckle, she intruded all of it within Gwen's chubby bottom while Elise continued with the feather, causing Gwen's teeth to chatter and her eyes to roll madly.

"My ... my ... my....my...." she stammered wildly.

"Go on, dear-my finger is much slimmer than what you have previously entertained there, it is not. Confess or you will be whipped and then feathered again. Elise-give her a moment's respite, though I shall not."

"My, my, ray t ... t....tutor," stuttered Gwen, whose legs shook, straining up as she still was.

"Indeed? The naughty man-but I doubt not that you encouraged him. And what of the little debacle that brought you into my care, Gwen?"

"Oh, Miss Davina-oh! your finger! ooooh!-I don't want H ... H....Harry to hear!"

"Harry will hear all and may benefit much from it, or not. That is not your concern. Very well, Elise, but the feather again!"

"Miss Davina, Miss Davina, no! Oh, I will tell, I will!"

With a small but distinct sound, Davina's finger withdrew slowly then from the rosy aperture up which it had sunk. Gwen slithered down to the floor and lay on her hip in a posture that displeased Davina, who rolled her over sharply on her back and then, with her toe, pushed her stockinged legs apart while giving me a little wink. Thus now I had the entrancing semi-nudity of Gwen before me on the floor, her cunny moist from the feather and her nipples peeking above the plunging neckline of her chemise like two small strawberries on mounds of snow. Seeing my gaze, Gwen threw one arm over her eyes, but this in turn was thrust away by an imperious Davina.

"Speak, Gwen! I shall count to five, and if you have not then commenced, your fate will be sealed!" she barked.

A little bubbling sob escaped Gwen's pretty lips, her face flushing. Hearing Davina's voice counting already to three, she jerked her open legs with a petulance that I found both devilishly attractive and amusing.

"Oh, it was Papa-he admonished me for removing my drawers here and sitting upon his lap, though I have no recollection whatever of doing that. Mama too upbraided me. It was not fair! Then the next day Papa took the birch to me and made me remove my drawers for it-since, he said, I was making a habit of it. Putting me then to kneel on my bed with my skirt well up, he stung me most terribly with it. I could not help but sob and cry and...."

"And show your bottom and pussy all the more-yes, I am sure," Davina interrupted dryly. "Go on, Gwen!"

"After a d ... d ... dozen strokes my poor bottom was so badly heated and stung that I could bear no more and begged Papa to desist. This he would do, he said, provided I gave him a kiss and promised no more such sins again. Knowing naught else to do, I turned over on my back, believing he would only give me a small kiss. Alas, he seemed possessed of my lips once they had met his and began most naughtily to caress me first up my legs and then ... oh, then between my thighs."

"Where you were no doubt suitably moist for his intentions, yes, Gwen-continue."

"My poor bottom burned so much I could scarce keep still, Papa telling me all the time to keep my legs open that I might cool myself, but then his finger began to twiddle me and make me jerk more. He put his tongue into my mouth, I felt faint and strange. Then he would have me hold his p....p....prick, which he endeavored to loose from his trousers. At that, however, I thought I heard the footsteps of Mama, and being much afeared, I called out lest she enter and surprise us."

"Lest she enter and surprise you? But at your call she would have surely entered-and indeed did. Thereupon you were made the heroine of the affair and your Papa was much scorned. Is that not true, Gwen? Well?"

"Oh, Miss Davina, I did not know what I was doing," Gwen exclaimed in a begging voice that I knew would make no impression whatever on Davina, and indeed it did not.

"You thought to have the best of both worlds, Gwen," Davina said with what sounded like a small sigh. "Count yourself lucky, my girl, that I am going to put you to pleasure."

"Please, Miss Davina, if only you let me go I promise I won't ever, ever do anything like that again, I do. Oh, please!"

"You do not like pleasure?" mocked Davina, stirring Gwen's legs even further apart with the toe of her boot. "Or is it that you are shy to perform in front of others?

We must break you of that, Gwen, just as we have your Mama. Turn over now-on your hands and knees, legs apart and bottom well up. Now!"

"No-ho-ho!" came a choking cry from Gwen, though she made little resistance as Davina's foot levered her over on to her tummy and then by little digs got her in the required "doggy" position with the cleft of her bottom showing perfectly, as did her slit. Shuffling her knees uneasily, Gwen seemed about to stir when Elise again strapped the studded collar about her neck and then stood astride her back, jerking her head up in such wise that Gwen gave a little howl of despair.

Monique moved next,-for all seemingly had been well rehearsed, and in a flash was out of her dress and displaying her ardent, naked curves as she slid to the floor and wriggled deftly under Gwen so that her legs were extended between the girl's arms and her face came immediately under her quim.

"Still, Gwen-still, girl-you are about to be prepared," barked Davina as Gwen-with a divine wriggle of her hips-felt the upwards insinuation of the maid's tongue between the pouting lips of her cunny. A sibilant hiss came from her and then a moan, her head being held back still by the leash.

Seated as I was to the rear of the trio, I had all under my gaze. The top of Monique's head was towards me, as was Gwen's derriere, and thus I could well see the girl's downy nest being delicately kissed and also tongued by a flickering from Monique's lips that gradually gathered speed all around the sweet slit like a warm snake.

"Oooh-ah! Oooh-aaaaah!" Gwen uttered, while Davina sat herself beside me and ran questing fingers over my upright tool, which made a considerable projection in my trousers.

"A few minutes more and you shall have her bottom while Monique's tongue works at her cunt," she said loudly enough for Gwen to hear, bringing an expected wail from her. .

Bidden by one whom I now almost considered my Mistress, I rose and divested myself quickly of my attire-a spectacle that made Davina murmur with approval as she saw my fine and ready state. Commanding me quietly to kneel just behind Gwen, whose cunny was squirming wetly now all over Monique's mouth, Davina came down beside me and stroked my prick gently.

"It is as well that you will have enjoyed both mother and daughter, Harry-a splendid dual exercise for you. Ram her tightly and well, for she must be made to learn better the feel of it. Here, now, you are not the first and by no means shall be the last. Present, now!" Davina said, stilling the ever wilder jerking of Gwen's sweetly fleshed hips and parting her bottom cheeks widely to offer the target to my view.

"No, no, no, Miss Davina!" came a screech from Gwen, whose pink brown hole offered far greater elasticity than I expected as I offered up my knob to the orifice and pressed slowly in. A delicious flickering of Monique's mischievous tongue came then, relinquishing its ardent caresses of Gwen's slit to entertain my balls for a moment.

"Enough, Monique!" laughed Davina. "Get your tongue well in her, hold it there and wriggle it, for she is about to entertain a stouter guest in an even more private place. Come, Harry, be not afraid to pestle her strongly for she has already had a visitor there."

Emitting a soft groan in my pleasure, I seized the hips of Gwen, from which Davina's hands had slid, and, keeping her cheeks apart with my fingers, corked her slowly while she, endeavourig to jerk forwards, was held sternly by Elise, whose legs towered above me. A gurgling moan from Gwen and I was in her to the hilt, feeling the luscious impress of her tight warm bottom into me.

What rapture that was! Her bottom hole and its interior seemed to me to be slightly oiled, it having gathered sufficient secretions from the proximity of Monique's tonguing to allow me to move with comparative ease in her bum, though she clenched so tightly as to all but force me out.

"Hard, Harry, hard!" commanded Davina, who saw all the little rebellious endeavours Gwen made. Gritting my teeth, I obeyed. A little fearful at first to hurt Gwen, I realized now that the minx absorbed me well enough in her tight spongy interior, and hence began to work her vigourously, making her bottom cheeks slap loudly into my belly while she moaned incessantly and Monique's tongue made a wep lapping sound beneath.

"Empty your balls, Harry-take your pleasure-this will not be the only one she will receive today," Davina encouraged me.

"Hoo-ah! Hooooo!" came then from Gwen, who, as I understood afterward, was literally melting into Monique's mouth and quite coating the maid's lips and tongue with her salty effusions. It was a sound, as I sensed, of surrender, and longing to flood this tight little bum as I did, I ejected my sperm in such vibrant shoots that ripples of pleasure ran down Gwen's spine and ended in an ardent undulation of her bottom. Spout after spout came from me, deep into her velvety interior, and then with a succulent plop! I withdrew my steaming weapon and sank back on my haunches, letting it dribble away in the dizzying pleasure of the moment, observing that Gwen's bottom-hole was dribbling too and that Monique's mouth was all smeared with her juices.

"Splendid, splendid," observed Davina, while Elise's tight hold on the leash was relaxed. Monique slipped up in her supple fashion from beneath Gwen, wiping her lips and quickly dressing again. As for myself, I had scarcely put on my boots, trousers, and shirt before the doorbell rang. At its sound, Gwen huddled herself up, sobbing on the carpet and quite hiding her face, which I guessed would then have betrayed quite other than grief.

Davina seemed not surprised at the interruption.

"Oh, let no one come in-I am so shamed!" moaned Gwen, while Monique smoothed down her own dress and hastened towards the hall from whence in a moment a murmuring of voices was heard.

"Be quiet, girl," Davina uttered in her firmest tones, so that quite miraculously Gwen fell into a face-covering silence, presenting the naked orb of her bottom towards the visitors who now entered.

To my total astonishment the one was Sir John and the other a lady I had never seen before, and one of quite glittering beauty. Having apparently peeped through her fingers, Gwen uttered a horrified shriek and endeavoured to roll towards the window curtains to hide herself.

"Sir John, what a pleasure to see you again-and this must be ... your mistress?" Davina asked archly.

"I am indeed. You may call me Pamela," the lady replied coolly, and it was for a moment as if their eyes clashed, relented, and then smiled. Casting her eyes down on the floor where Gwen lay huddled against a further wall, she inclined her head towards Sir John and asked, "This is she? You did not tell me how pretty she was."

"Oh, stop, please! I cannot bear this! Papa, save me!" Gwen sobbed with such an apparent heartbreak in her voice that I believed her tone, though in that I seemed to be alone.

"You are staying awhile?" Davina asked as if no interruption whatever had come from the floor.

Smiling, the lady nodded and slowly stripped off her long suede gloves, which, like her expensive gown, were green, and cast them languidly upon a chair.

"If we may-for an hour or so perhaps. We may take her up?" the lady inquired.

"Of course, my dear. Your intervention, as it happens, is most timely," Davina replied and with a slight jerk of her head sent Elise across the room to draw Gwen to her feet. The latter, hunching up and keeping her black-stockinged legs together, must have presented a remarkable and wanton sight to their eyes. Sir John, however, stood impassive, though I noted that his glances flirted about Gwen's thighs and the profile of her bottom, which of course was naked.

"P ... P ... Papa, no! I must g ... g ... go home, please!" Gwen wailed while endeavouring in vain to draw down the lacy hem of her chemise to conceal her quim.

"She is a trifle silly still, as you see," Davina murmured in a self-excusing tone. "The guest bedroom is the second door on the left above. Shall one of my maids assist you?"

"I think not. Gwen, is it not?" the lady asked, advancing on her so that Gwen hung her head even further and would have doubled over had not Elise held her. "You have nice breasts, darling-beautiful thighs, a lovely bottom. Come, let us have you on the bed."

"Aaaah! No! Papa--oh!"

Gwen's screeches, her sobs, her wails were all in vain. With the hem of her chemise floating up above her naval she was half carried, half dragged, until her cries echoed down the hallway from the stairs. Raising her finger to her lips, Davina smiled and bid Elise, Monique, and I to be still. Standing as statues, we listened. The door having been left open, we could hear all. A smack and a squeal sounded from above-and then, as distinctly, a singing of bedsprings.

"Ah, no, you cannot, you cannot, what is to do?" Gwen cried out despairingly. "Papa, let me go!"

Another smack!-another squeal from Gwen, this time sharper. Then a momentary silence broken only by Gwen's petulant little sobs. I heard the bed creak-a gasp from Gwen-then the lady's voice quite clearly.

"Hold her, John, while I undress and then you may get your clothes off."

Regal as a queen, Davina then moved to the door and closed it.

"Really, we should not be listening," she laughed, "and besides, Harry, you have to be attended to now!"