Chapter 6
True to her philosophy-of which I then knew comparatively little-Davina listened to my occasionally halting account without comment. Occasionally she would nod and smile, drawing out such details as I would not have thought to speak. When I had concluded she came to sit beside me, passing her hand lightly over my prick, which had not wilted the entire time and stood ready to burst.
"Such an engine of love as you possess, Harry, must not go unrewarded. It is powerful and thick and will grow a little more yet. Watching your Mama pee could not have but proved exciting for you, as for her did the sight of your erection. Why else did she milk you?" Davina asked quaintly.
"To ... to punish me, I felt," I shuttered.
"Oh, what a nonsense!" came her laughing reply. "It was to feel the throbbing of it in her hand and-yes-to subdue you. With that I agree. I am infused with admiration for what she did, combining passion with discipline, which is my own favorite sport and one whereby I have taught many. You have seen my two girls, Elise and Monique? Their early arts were learned in France, both having been well spanked in their earlier years to tone them up, as I like to express it. They learned early the ardours of the slapping hand on their chubby bottoms-a practise which armed them well and prepared them first for the probing of the cock between their hot cheeks."
"Can then punishment be combined with passion? Surely the very stinging causes the ardour to wilt," I said with some rather comical attempt to show that I had at least thought about it.
"Most certainly it can, Harry, for it is not so much punishment as a sweet caressing of the bottom where in lie filaments and nerves which become aroused and excited to a point where fulfilment must obtain. Think you not that Gwen perhaps has been birched, though your sisters have not, I believe."
Her apparent knowledge of such matter's astounded me, but I thought better than to question it or remark upon it, saying that I believed it possible with Gwen for I had thought her a little sly when I had talked about bottom-fucking.
"What fun to know!", Davina laughed, rubbing my cock gently. "Shall we find out, Harry? I know the family a little, you see, and could well invite them here."
"Invite?...." I echoed, and no doubt my jaw sagged.
"You do not believe what I have been telling you, or have forgotten what I demonstrated upon you, Harry? Come the day after tomorrow at eight. We shall dine in concert with Gwen and her family and then I trow we shall have a little fun. Meanwhile, I wish you not to attempt Emily nor even your Mama-for the mood may so take you. I have certain thoughts about that which I wish to follow. Now put away this naughty big thing of yours, for your return home is surely timely. Will you not be missed?"
Doefully enough I agreed that I would. Fain would I have kissed and caressed her, but her eyes forbade it. I therefore buttoned myself up-not without a certain sulkiness-Davina remarking with a smile that I must keep it in fine fettle for Gwen...."and perhaps others," she added mysteriously. So, befuddled and enchanted all at once, I took my leave of her, wondering as I did how I would manage to absent myself from home on the evening in question.
"Oh, I will see to that," Davina declared grandly and stayed not to see me off, my horse being brought to me my Monique, who did not curtsy but merely smiled and walked away. I saddled myself and spurred off at a canter, feeling shivery and strange but at the same time overwhelmed with all that had passed and the secrets that had flowed so freely between us.
Upon my declaring, in fact, my future absence-news which I withheld until the following day so that Davina might somehow work her mysterious powers-little was said that Mama remarked that she hoped I would not be too late, but that Jevins, the footman, would stay up to let me in. While Mama thus spoke, I gazed ardently at her deep cleavage, which the cut of her gown that day revealed. Her breasts ballooning into her corsage, the valley between was deep, milky in hue, and devilishly attractive-as perhaps she saw by my glance, for she actually flushed a little before turning away. Had it not been for Davina's warning-I swore to myself, perhaps without too much belief-I would have followed her and attempted to embrace her.
All too slowly of course the long hours passed, until I was able to present myself at last at Lavender House where Gwen and her family had arrived but a few minutes before. There seemed to be an air of wonderment upon them, which, was soon however dispersed by Davina's rare port. Gwen herself looked radiant and cast me many a coy glance. Of her two sisters only the elder accompanied her, being named Louella. Not unlike Harriet in aspect, she had the same reserved look and the same fine haunches. Their Mama was not to my taste at all, being a much less attractive and rather silly, talkative woman, whom I thought Davina managed splendidly. As to the Pater Familias, he was a rather brooding man, spare rather than otherwise, whose eyes roamed not a little indiscreetly over the shapely form of our hostess.
Davina had dressed all in black, which sombre tone was relieved only by a circlet of broad silver at her throat. The hem of her gown was lacy and full, and I wondered mischievously whether it was so intended in order that it could be drawn up easily and her superb bottom displayed. Such ideas, however, seemed impossible and grew more so as the sumptuous meal wore on, the conversation being mainly led by our hostess. Indeed, I began stupidly to think the whole thing a fraud, until at the final course and after partaking of fine liqueurs, the gathering rose.
"Permit me to show you some of my ornaments," declared Davina to Gwen's Mama.
"Yes, how pleasant," came the reply, whereat the females wandered off, leaving the Pater Familias and I to light a cigar each and exchange many dull remarks, which irked me so much that I hoped Davina would not be long. Timing it well, however, she reappeared in the dining room and intimated to me by a slight inclination of her head that all was well. I then upon such a hint excused myself for a moment, which left Sir John-Gwen's father-alone with her.
Passing through the drawing room quickly, I noticed that Gwen, Louella, and their mother were all sitting and conversing quite naturally, which brought the thought upon me again that nothing was to happen. Relieving myself quickly, I returned to be met in the drawing room by Davina, who remarked loudly enough for all to hear that I need not have buttoned myself up again. Her words could not indeed have failed to reach the ears of all who sat about her, including now Sir John, and yet none stirred nor stared.
"All is well," Davina said to me calmly. Then walking first over to Gwen, she raised her from her chair and asked pleasantly enough, "I am going to give you a little birching, darling, am I not?"
"Yes," Gwen replied demurely while I stood rigid, in all senses with surprise.
"What a good girl you are, really. Prepare yourself as you usually do while I fetch the birch," Davina said in such a normal conversational tone that, surrounded as were were by the other members of the family, all seemed totally bizarre.
While Davina then momentarily disappeared, Gwen commenced rapidly to unbutton her dress, which, falling open at the top, she then eased down from her shoulders so that the two halves fell to her waist, leaving her proud bubbies impressing their form through her white chemise. Then, turning about from the gaze of the others as if to conceal what must not be shown, Gwen gathered up her skirt, loosed her drawers, and letting them fall, bent immediately over the nearest table.
Was all as I really saw? Was I in a dream? Sir John gazed at the saucy vista his younger daughter presented while continuing to draw on his cigar. Truly, Gwen looked most enticing, for her stockings were gleaming new and clasped tightly halfway up her thighs by frilled garters. Resting her elbows on the polished surface of the table and with her back dipped, she was presenting the cleft orb of her bottom in the most lewd manner with, beneath, a pretty peeping of her pussy, which none could fail to see.
As for Gwen's Mama and Louella, they were conversing as though nothing whatever had happened to disturb the normal decorum of a drawing room.
Returning now, Davina bore a small and well-soaked birch in her hand, the which she tickled a little around Gwen's bottom causing her to stir her hips langourously and utter a foolish little giggle, retracting her chubby posterior coyly at the sweeping touch. Deceptive as was Davina's pose, it altered quickly as she brought the languid-looking twigs full across Gwen's pert cheeks, making her buck and gasp.
"Is it so, Gwen," Davina asked, "when you are birched-always with your bottom bare?"
"Oh, yes," came the reply from Gwen. Her hips moved around all the more now and had caused a notable protrusion in Sir John's trousers, which he bothered not to conceal, having literally a grandstand view since he was truly at her rear and slightly to one side.
"And are you well attended to after your birchings, Gwen?" asked Davina, who accompanied her words by such artful maneuverings of her arm and a flicking of her wrist that seemingly in one sweeping gesture Gwen received the birch first one way and then the other, producing squeals from her and leaving a pretty pink blur over her otherwise pure white derriere.
"Whooo-hoooo!" blubbered Gwen, who was just absorbing the stings.
"Answer, girl! Do you not spread your legs well?"
"Ah-ha-hoooo! Oh, yes!" came the response from Gwen, evidently answering both questions with that affirmative. Literally rolling her hips, she appeared to be endeavouring to shake off the burning occasioned by the twigs, much as a dog shakes off water, Her pretty face was quite screwed up, I saw, though much of it was hid in her arms. Her knees bent slightly, straightened and bent again-all unconscious, though by such wanton movements she was stiffening her father's cock more, as well as my own. With each such wriggling movement her pussy-lips pursed prettily together. Expecting Sir John to shift about a bit, he yet appeared motionless, as I now realized did Gwen's Mama and sister, despite their idle chatter. Their fate lay entirely in Davina's hands.
"Are you fingered and kissed after your birchings, Gwen?" Davina pursued. Receiving the naughty girl's assent to both questions, she turned-a trifle to my disappointment-to Louella, whom she bid to rise and come forward.
Louella did so stiffly and stood with her arms at her sidesr whereat Davina smiled at me and bid me to prepare myself for I would soon, as she said, be at them. No news being more delightful to hear, I cast off my jacket, boots, socks, and trousers and stood at the alert with my cock waggling. Gwen did not of course move, for she had not been ordered to, though she received a sharp smack on her bottom from Davina to keep her on her toes.
"Now, my dear, we shall see in more ways than one what you are made of and how ready you are beneath this prim exterior to receive the salute of the cock between your thighs," Davina said to Louella, who naturally blinked not an eyelash at this statement which in all ordinary circumstances would have put her into a fit of the vapours.
I will dwell not upon Louella's disrobing save to say that it was done with a slow grace under Davina's commands until Louella stood statuesque and most stunningly attractive in but her silk stockings and bootees. Her mount was plump and lay in a delicious thicket of curls from which the lips peeped coyly. Her breasts reared high and presented their nipples of a pink brown shade upon the two small hillocks of snow. As to her bottom, it was a veritable outcurving of rapture, which was displayed freely by Davina causing her to turn slowly round so that I might see to the full the bounteous cheeks and the deep crevice between.
"Have you not been spermed yet, Louella?" asked Davina, fingering the girl's slit as she spoke and so making her hips give little insinuating jerks.
"But once, by my tutor. Mama discovered us. She was full in a rage," Louella replied.
"Are you not birched still? You have a magnificent bottom for it, has she not, Sir John? Come, Louella, move backwards to him that he might at least twitch his nostrils between your arrogant cheeks. There, you silly girl, push it at him while I tickle your cunny. Does it not feel nice?"
"Oh yes!" came the response from Louella, whose face was all of a flush, her derriere all but squashed against her father's face while the ever faster movement of Davina's forefinger caused her to wriggle uncontrollably.
Though only an enchanted spectator, not a participant, I could no longer control myself and sought perhaps to give myself a little authority even in Davina's eyes.
"Come, let me have at her-put her upon the floor," I declared all too brusquely, for my cock was strumming up to the ceiling, though for my interjection I received at first but a cool look from Davina who for the moment held her tableau exactly as she wished it. However, some look of pleading in my eyes must have made her relent, for she laughed and shrugged, saying that she had not even begun the proper birchings yet but that it could wait to another time. At this she ordered Sir John and his wife to turn about and to attend closely to what was to happen, while Louella herself was positioned upon an intervening rug with her fine, long legs spread and a quiet dreamy look on her face.
"She is about to come-I have teased her to distraction," murmured Davina as I lowered myself upon the luscious girl and inserted the knob of my cock in her furry nest, bringing a pleased moan from her lips.
"The poor thing has been starved of it, but do not forget all I have taught you," Davina laughed and gave my buttocks a little kick so that the full length of my straining prick slid straight up between Louella's love-lips and couched itself within her velvet maw. I expected Davina fully then to begin counting, but to my relief she did not. Even so I measured my long thrusts, smacking my balls up under Louella's bottom with every thrust.
I could not hold out long and knew it. The titillations that had preceded this splendiferous fuck had been too much. My pace quickened. Louella's breath came all the faster, and my pole was quickly greased by her spurtings while I, sucking upon her pointed nipples, heaved my loins rapturously, while all about me remained strangely immobile and so would remain, I thought-until through the mists of pleasure, with Louella's bottom bumping passionately upon the rug, a small shriek came from Gwen.
Davina had of purpose awakened her from her trance and spun her about to look. Whatever passed through Gwen's mind in those first seconds, I cannot conceive, standing as she was with her drawers down and her dress up and finding herself so presented to us all the while that Louella's legs had begun to wrap themselves tightly about my buttocks, urging me on.
"Be quiet you silly girl, for you will get as good, or else a proper birching," Davina snapped and pushed her sharply down on to the lap of Sir John, who received her with something of a surprised squawk since her bared bottom immediately encountered the erect prong of his cock, albeit that it remained concealed.
"Ma ... Ma ... Mama!" howled Gwen in quite the silliest fashion. Davina, holding her down by the shoulders, ensured that she did not rise and hence was forced to twist about on that which she found prodding up beneath her. Remarkable as I thought this-not to say exceedingly daring on Davina's part-Gwen was then immediately put into a trance again and so remained in every sense transfixed while Sir John's prick no doubt yearned to split the frail barrier of cloth between them.
As for myself, I was already nearing the end of my course. Louella panted deeply, receiving my tongue in her mouth with thrusts of her own. It was ever a good way of discovering how useful a girl was as a mount, as Davina afterwards conveyed to me. In that moment I doubted it not and with a final heave expended the long thick strings of my sperm within her clenching grotto while she quivered to ecstasy herself and then lay as if in a faint.
Withdrawing my glistening cock slowly after many long quivers of divine satisfaction, I grew at first afeared, seeing her lax and pale state, but was quickly assured by Davina that this was not unusual for a young female who had not, as she put it, been put to stud of late. In a trice, while I repaired myself, Davina had Louella on her feet and-dressed once more-seated as she originally had been next to her Mama whose total unconcern was shown by the placid look on her features, though I could have sworn that she had gazed down intensely upon us during our fervent bout.
"Now, my pet, we will have our final little bit of fun," Davina said, seeing me made decent again, though I would have as soon tried Gwen in a few moments more. Davina then bent over each of the four one by one and whispered something in their ears. Then, taking my hand, she drew me from the drawing room with a most mischievous smile on her face.
"What is to happen?" I asked as soon as we were out of earshot.
"They will come to consciousness in but a moment, Harry," she replied.
Peeping back through the door, I was thoroughly confounded to see that Gwen had been left sitting on her father's lap in exactly the position that Davina had first placed her. Then, placing her hand on my arm, Davina added suddenly, "Oh, wait, I must add a last touch to this!"
Quite running back into the room, she bade Gwen stand, uncovered Sir John's rampant tool and then sat the girl back on it again, while I could only marvel at her daring. No sooner had she reached me behind the shelter of the door than the seeming waxwork figures within commenced to move. At that, Davina gave me a nudge and declared loudly, "Oh, Harry, how remiss we have been to let my guests remain alone for so long. I must see what they are at."
With that, of course, all were fully awoken and the most unearthly shriek came from Gwen's mother, who now perceived the wanton state of her offspring, whose dress was piled up to her hips and her drawers most naughtily at her ankles. Gwen, of course, did not remain unconscious of her state for more than a second.
"Oh, Mama!" she cried, immediately tripping over her drawers and falling upon the carpet in such a flurry that her raised and parted legs betrayed all of her secrets. Therewith, too, was the alarmed Sir John exposed in all his horny state, one that Louella-placing her hands to her eyes-could not have possibly missed.
"I shall die of this! What shame, what shame!" shrieked the Mama, while both Gwen and Sir John made the most frantic efforts to cover themselves-a process which took much longer for Gwen than her Papa, I might say, and showed her naked bottom off well while she did it.
Louella and her Mama then both shrieked again together and fell back, having no other way it seemed to cover their confusion and both pretending to faint.
"Mama! I do not know what happened!" bemoaned Gwen, who indeed did not, save for the brief moments of conscious return that Davina had permitted her.
"Ah, the bad man, the bad man!" cried her Mama, making I thought a remarkable recovery, while Sir John stood up with totally bemused and rubicund features, offering more boldly than I am sure he intended, to the size and shape of his cock, which was fiercely impressed through his trousers. Louella appeared to remain in her faint, though I distinctly saw that her eyes opened once or twice, darted all around, and then closed again.
"My dears, my dears, what is to do?" asked Davina, making her dramatic apperance. "Is the wine then spilled?" she went on in all pretended innocence, while Gwen, endeavouring to throw herself down into her mother's arms, was somewhat peremptorily rejected by the lady, who rose and endeavoured to regain some composure.
"It is a family matter," she replied stiffly, adding sharply, "Louella, get up, for you are not of a faint at all. Go to the carriage with your sister. John, I wish to speak to you."
"Ah," said Sir John, who otherwise seemed as petrified as I had felt in the presence of Davina on first acquaintance.
"Is there nothing I can do?" flustered Davina, whose talents as an actress seemed quite remarkable. Having affected to see nothing at all, she thus mollified all muchly, though the general confusion was so great that no one among the blushing four knew what they said nor perhaps how they managed to escape at last to their waiting carriage, which Davina waved off with sweet aplomb.
"I say, what a to-do," I chuckled to her, "but pray, why did you awaken Gwen as you did?"
"The whim of a moment, Harry-something I am subject to, as you will discover. The scene will have impressed itself sharply on her mind, such as I allowed her to see. She will have seen her Mama watching your amourous bout with seeming pleasure, and she has sat knowingly meanwhile on the cock of her Papa. I suspect that it has been presented to her ere this after her birchings."
"Something which you did not ask her," I interrupted rather moodily.
"Of course not. Is it not intruiguing to have a little mystery or two? Ah, do not fret, my sweet, for you shall have it up her bottom-hole on the next occasion. There are other matters we must attend to now, Harry-such as your further education!"