He uncrossed his legs to show her his erection, bulging within his thick woollen trousers. "Have you been taught what to do with this ailment?" he asked.
She gazed on it, her cheeks brightening, and nodded her head. "Yes Sir," she agreed.
"Come along then," he told her, settling into the comfortable chair and sipping on his whiskey.
Lilly took a hurried breath and began disrobing, rapidly undoing the fastenings to her simple uniform, her eyes swinging between the man's attentive look and his penis, bulging passionately in his trousers. She bared herself, and stood shaking with her excitement, her breath quickening as his eyes slid slowly down her nakedness, stopping for a few moments to fully appreciate the heavy gourds of her breasts before moving down to stare intently at her crotch.
Staggering forward, Lilly placed herself on her knees beside him and tentatively reached for his trousers. When he didn't stop her, her hands became more assured, opening button after button to draw the material aside and, finally, to reach in and draw his burning penis out, a sob escaping her as she saw its length, the crown already aglow, swollen and gleaming, ready for anything he wanted of her.
She moistened her lips and rose on her knees, nervously glancing upwards as she brought her face closer and closer to his proud organ. A drop of pre-come blossomed on the eye and she softly groaned, feeling herself moisten too, knowing she was as ready as he. She lowered her mouth and tentatively licked the bulbous crown, savouring the sticky pre-come before swallowing She then dropped her head to have her tongue sweep along the shaft, gathering his taste while learning more accurately of every ridge and bump along its length, the heat burning into her tongue just as the taste filled her mouth.
"Very good," he told her, encouraging her to hold his cock still with one hand, and lick the length, her tongue always ending with a flick across the eye to ensure she picked up any further pearls of juice.
She swallowed his rich flavour, his taste making her mouth moist, until there was none left, then pulled herself slightly higher to bring her lips over the tip and begin timidly drawing her mouth further and further upon the stem, lovingly swirling her tongue over the growing length inserted in her mouth, her lips helping to draw his foreskin fully off the tender and tasty crown.
"Stop for a moment," he told her.
Lilly withdrew, panting, shaking with sudden nervousness that she might have done something wrong.
"Stand beside me and bend to put your mouth there," he told her with breathless urgency. "Then I can play with your pussy and rump," he instructed, his hands urging her to position herself within each, but allowing her to still suckle on his cock.
She did so, her chest beginning to ache with the effort it took to breathe. She bent and wrapped her hands about the base of his cock, squeezing it to have the head grow darker and fuller before dropping her mouth over it. As she did, his hand swept over her bottom, caressing the full cheeks, squeezing the resilient flesh, fingers following the seam down to where her pussy nestled, hot and wet, eagerly pouting when fingers neared it.
Sobbing with delight, slurping happily on his long cock, Lilly shuffled her legs apart and groaned again as fingers stole into the space to roughly fondle her pudendum, distorting her labia, fingering her love button, plunging into her hot and wet cunny to all but take her breath from her.
All of a sudden he was wrenching away from her and she didn't know what she had done wrong. He was standing and pushing her head into the seat cushions, a hand reaching down to clench about a knee and draw it from the other. Was he going to spank her, she wondered, still wondering what she had done wrong. Then, in that moment, his cock surged into her cunny and his hands took a grip on her flanks to urge her back. He filled her, her bottom slapping against his groin, his balls swinging under her to tenderly spank her swollen button. She squealed, inundated with excitement.
"Yes!" he cried, thrusting harder, deeper, burying himself in her responsive cunt, thrilled to feel it tighten about him in an effort to hold him deep inside of her. It drove him to pull out and thrust again, and again, and stare down at the lovely rump, and watch his bright cock slide so powerfully between the clinging lips of her sex, and listen to her squeals as he took her.
"Yes!" he cried triumphantly, seeking the very roof of her cunt as his cock spewed his hot semen.
Sobbing delightedly, Lilly dipped her back and willed her cunny to suck it all up, breathlessly thrilled at her success.
CHAPTER EIGHT. Giving Isabel the news.
John and Richard were softly conferring when Isabel entered for breakfast that morning. They stopped when she entered and returned to looking through that morning's newspaper.
"Good morning Daddy," she told him while sitting down, knowing she would now have to come to terms with his continuing recovery. He could move his arms now, although still somewhat jerky, and he could pronounce some words, enough to make himself understood if you had the patience to wait and listen to him.
Isabel found it all tiresome but not even Sir Oswald would listen to her and she sensed she would be rebuked somehow. She only hoped it wouldn't be something like limited to her room or restrained from going to London. Rolland had suggested she come to London for a while. Under normal circumstances, and following their last meeting, Isabel would not have even entertained the notion but at that moment, with her family home filled with people she hardly knew, she was tempted to do it, if only for the season. Anything would be better than having to remain at home and watch it gradually change.
Sir Oswald entered the breakfast room and called a jovial good morning to everyone before sitting down and ordering his breakfast from old Jones.
Isabel could guess at his good mood and hid her face as she felt herself blush. Lilly had not been available these last two nights. Busy assisting Sir Oswald with his clothes and toilet she had been told, but she knew what that meant. Who would have thought it, old Sir Oswald dallying with a maid a third of his own age. Disagreeable as the maid's unavailability was, Isabel now worried the girl might let out a confidence and then everyone in the house would know the uses she put the girl to. Isabel cringed with the thought while dutifully eating her breakfast. How different things might have been, she thought.
"May I?" she asked, seeing her father had finished with the newspaper.
"Certainly," John answered for him and passed it to her. "You father also wishes to discuss your recent behaviour with you," he added.
"My behaviour?" she asked, unable to stop her eyes from darting towards Sir Oswald.
"Yes, you know, that thing that could be either good or bad but never indifferent," John smiled coldly.
"I don't see it's any business of yours," she told him, and looked towards her father who was now also watching her, dark eyes holding his old intelligence hidden behind them. "Father is nearly fit again, and you can then all leave us in peace one again," she told him, and opened the paper in an attempt to bring the subject to a close.
"You father has made it my business, and has persuaded me to remain here as his steward," John told her.
"Daddy!" Isabel cried, aghast at the thought that this tall and gangly man would be running the house and estate from now on.
"Which brings us back to your recent behaviour," he told her.
Isabel licked her lips and looked towards Sir Oswald, hoping to find some support there, but it was clear from his expression as to which side he was on and all she could do was softly groan and nervously swallow.
"I'm going to leave and stay with friends in London," she told them, her mind suddenly made up for her.
"And compete with Rolland's liking for dressed up boys?" John asked. "I think not," he chuckled.
"Dressed up boys?" she whimpered. She remembered his liking for her small and tight bottom, his attention on her anus, the way he had bent her over. She rushed her hands to her cheeks in an effort to hide their flaming surface and saw them all grin at her, even her father. They knew! They all knew!
"Oh, we th
ought you knew. But obviously not," John murmured, and glanced at her father to take note of the old man's expression and waving hand.
"No, you'll not be going to London, or anywhere else soon," he told her. "You'll remain here until you satisfy me that you are an appropriate emissary of this family and fit to be seen in public," he explained.
"You can't do this!" she screamed, throwing down her serviette and standing from her chair to glare at the horrible ex-soldier.
He smiled, an infuriating smile. "You have also earned yourself a feel of my hand, girl. Twenty; ten to each naked cheek, to be administered under the supervision of the nurses and Sir Oswald," he told her, his smile sliding away for him to stare firmly back at her, just waiting for her next outburst.
Isabel looked from her father's unforgiving stare to Sir Oswald, catching the man glancing at her midriff, no doubt wondering how quickly her small buttocks would colour under the man's brisk hand-strokes. Seeing no support from anyone, Isabel wailed and rushed from the room, blinding running all the way to her room where she flung herself across the bed to weep.
John sat and found himself shaking. Debora was there, calming him with softly spoken assurances while her hands deftly opened his trousers and extracted his penis. "Stay with me John. Stay with me," she murmured, her touches awakening his organ, a fresh and new sensation that drew him from memories of conflict.
"That's it John," she murmured, dropping her mouth over his erection to bathe it in her hot saliva, tongue slipping around it to have it jerk in response and swell that little bit further.
The man groaned and let the tension and anxiety flow out of him, pleasure taking their place. The others watched as Debora's head was forced to rise by the lengthening of his manhood, and Sir Oswald softly excused himself, off to find Lilly again while Penny, grinning brightly, searched out Lord Richard's cock to grin as she found it too lengthening.
Debora raised her mouth and stared into her patient's face while her hand continued exciting his cock, the vein-ribbed shaft held loosely within the circle of fingers while her thumb rubbed the crown.. "I shouldn't really, not if you're not having a seizure," she told him.
"Get up onto the table," he panted, rising from his chair and helping his trousers fall away.
"Doctor O'Connor wouldn't like me doing this," Debora told him, pulling her skirts up before doing as he asked and climbing onto the edge of the table, her face already infused with arousal, even before she stretched her pale thighs apart to let him see the livid colouration to her curved vulva, labia ready to part, soft skin already gleaming with the first touch of moisture.
John didn't care, any more that he cared about Penny and Lord Richard watching from the side, the old man's hard penis extracted from his trousers for Penny to gently stroke while they watched him.
"Long strokes, remember," Debora softly urged, taking his cock around mid length and directing it into her purse.
John pressed into her softly yielding cunny and sighed with the sensation it brought as her walls pulled on his flesh, then gripped it in her invasive heat.
"Long strokes," she breathlessly urged, her hands on his shoulders as the feel of him quickly excited her.
John did as he was bid and drew slowly away, dragging all but the very crown of his cock from her hot and clinging passage. He then reversed his move to press fervently home, burying himself within her heat, hands on her flattened buttocks to press himself as deeply as possible into her welcoming body.
"God, that's good," he murmured, his breath quickening with the feel of her all about him.
"Yes," she agreed, head bowed to watch him reappear from between her clinging labia, the shaft moistened with her thick slippery lubrication. He then surged back in again, the long slide making her wrap her arms about him, keening with the delight it brought her.
"Like that?" he teased, holding inside her for a moment longer before drawing teasingly out once more.
"Yes, yes!" she panted, clinging to him, unwilling for him to slide too far away from her, anxious that he might not return. But return he did with another long thrust, hands once again drawing her to him to have every inch of his throbbing cock filling her liquid pussy.
"Yes, yes!" she repeated, fighting for breath and clutching at him more frantically, turning her legs to cross her ankles behind him, willing him to quicken.
John did so, groaning to find her hotter than before, her own hands descending to do as he was doing and draw him as close to her as possible, wanting his cock as deep inside her as she could get it.
Breathing became more urgent and breath too precious to waste on words. They stared at one another, gauging each other's levels of excitement by their expressions, the heat in their faces and the whimpering sounds that increased as loss of control came closer and closer. Hands clutched at one another, breathlessly urging faster strokes, harder strokes, deeper if at all possible.
They were working together, bodies meeting with soft smacks, the air filled with the sounds and smells of sex and Penny had lowered herself to eagerly suck on Lord Richard's cock while her gazed avidly at the two fucking in front of him.
"You first," John gasped, steadily quickening the fucking of his nurse, driving his swollen cock with furious need in and out of her wet and yielding pussy, slamming his loins into her crotch to guess at what her swollen button must be feeling as it was sandwiched between them.
"Yes, yes. I'm there, there, coming, coming. John!" she screamed, wrapping her limbs about the tall and slender soldier, screaming her delight as he swept her into glorious sexual heaven. And in the midst of it, crying out her delight, she felt him respond and with an urgent and guttural cry, plunge forward to savagely empty himself deep within her.
CHAPTER NINE. Punishing Isabel.
It wasn't until late afternoon that John, Debora and Sir Oswald marched resolutely along the passage to knock on Isabel's room, then step in.
The girl rose from her seat at the window and looked nervously at the three of them. "Where's daddy?" she asked.
"Having treatment with his nurse," John told her, and stepped further into the room to look angrily at the girl, only now appearing a little contrite.
"You've been insolent and downright rude!" John told her with a firm voice, staring her down. "Worse, far worse, is that you've not shown your father any loyalty," he said. "The greater part of your punishment will be for that sin.
"Right now though, you are being measured against your compliance with your father's demands and those of your betters. If you show anything other than complete obedience to our wishes then I will have no alternative but to raise the award, either by providing further strikes, or by using an object other than my hand; such as one of those we understand you have ready in your bottom dressing-table drawer," John warned. "Do I make myself clear?" he asked.
Isabel bit her lip and nodded, too worried a word out of place would earn her more smacks, or that one of the implements she so enjoyed using on a maid's bottom would be used on her own.
"Then let me decide where best to provide for your award," he told her, looking about him.
"What do you think?" Sir Oswald asked, pulling his eyes away from the nervous girl who he would soon see suitably bent, that small and almost boyish bottom of hers raised and presented. He had every expectation of seeing her sex too, the volume of spanks almost guaranteeing she would lose control of her limbs and kick and squirm, perhaps bounce her pelvis up and down too if she were positioned correctly. He would have loved to give suggestions but he was a guest here; not like at home where his word was law and his wife and maids were regularly put over.
John considered a trifle longer while Isabel caught at her lower lip to pinch it between her teeth, her nervousness making her heart hammer. She almost sobbed when she saw it was to be her bed, John taking the pillows to create a bolster in the middle of the mattress over which she would no doubt be positioned, her bottom thrust up to take her sound spanking.
"What are you wearing b
eneath that?" John asked her, pointing to her dress.
"Just a camisole and knickers," she blushed, her heart hammering at the thought of soon having to bare her bottom, not only for his spanking hand, but to the eyes of the others. What if, under the harsh spanking, her legs crept open and she revealed her sex? She whimpered, her legs weakening at the thought of being on display.
"The dress can come off, her knickers lowered when she's in position," Debora nodded.
"You heard," John told her. "Take off your dress," he ordered.
Isabel whimpered, staggering forward slightly as she thought to drop down in front of him and beg for leniency. Would he not listen if he saw how earnest she was? Her breath caught as she recalled Lilly in exactly the same situation. Isabel had granted her nothing, and why should she? Any more than he should, or would.
They watched her pull her fashionable dress off, meekly stepping from it with a blazing face as she revealed herself in her fine silk underwear, edges trimmed with French lace, the colour designed to set off her pale skin. She sobbed under the feel of their eyes, growing breathless as those eyes stiffened her nipples to have them press into the thin fabric of her camisole, pinpointing their presence upon the small and firm cones of her breasts.
"Get into position," John told her, taking off his jacket and beginning to roll up his sleeve.
Her punishment was fast approaching and she actually welcomed the opportunity to lie down on her front, knowing it would hide most of her against the bed. She might be able to pretend it was only she and he in the room, the nurse and Sir Oswald not present to see her humiliation and pain. She groaned though, when she felt how high her bottom was raised, her thighs clenching with the agonising thought of them seeing her privates, her sex that, despite her terror, was moist and hot, at complete odds with the rest of her body.
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