by AnonYMous
The dismay on Elke's face in the far mirror would have made an admirable portrait for Punch. Only then did he press the leather muzzle into her mouth and fasten its straps. The birch I had provided is not really of the educational type, Dolly. It consists of three very long willow switches, slim and extremely whippy, bound at one end as a handle. It came to me as a curiosity from Colonel L-, the governor of a certain penitentiary for the most hardened felons. Even there its use is rare and limited. To use it in the present situation was almost unprecedented. Had there been any chance of Elke making a public complaint or telling her tale abroad, I would not have dared to sanction it now. Happily her conduct meant that she must take her punishment and keep the secret. Dr. Thwackum laid into the soft young cheeks of Fraulein Mahne's bottom with a tremendous swish. I dare not put in a letter all the details, Dolly, for one never knows how safe the postal service may prove to be. After twenty strokes it was necessary to pause-but it was no more than a pause and not a conclusion. Let me do no more, then, but pay a compliment to Dr.
Thwackum's extreme ingenuity. With such a target as Elke presented, our venerable moralist knows how to make the birching last all night!
There was a sequel to this, Dolly. The fine old scholar asked me if he might not be permitted to continue the young tart's moral improvement by regular visits to her room here. How could one refuse such a suggestion? After all, is not the moral improvement of the pupil a great desideratum of all education? To judge from the first occasion, he arrives rather late in the evening and begrudges his time so little that he and his pupil burn a good deal of midnight oil.
Elke's room is at the end of a long corridor and may be easily and conveniently isolated from the rest of the building by locking the door at this end of the passage. Yet I have sometimes noticed the light still on behind her curtains at two and three in the morning.
Dr. Thwackum's plan is to interest her in healthy and wholesome occupations, such as horticulture and the arts of the needle. Upon his suggestion I have therefore arranged that a good supply of springy garden canes shall be kept in her room and that the straps and wands necessary for leather-work shall be kept there also. Until this great savant told me, I had no idea that a jar or two of vaseline is an admirable softener for the leather itself, but I have also supplied this much maligned substance. Yet, Dolly, I grow a little uneasy.
When you see Lord Frederick, pray remind him of a certain estate which he once suggested I might lease. It is not in the delta area but lies offshore in the warm and balmy breezes of that southern world. If the good Lord Fred has no further use for it at present, I would be delighted to take a lease of ninety-nine years. Perhaps he could also arrange passage for the shipment there of half a dozen respectable young ladies of German origin, now studying under my roof here. Some would make the journey obediently. Yet I trust provision could also be made for others of a more rebellious disposition. To tell the truth, Dolly, I am greatly drawn to the moral zeal of such fine men as Dr.
Thwackum. Yet I should be easier in my mind if I could exercise it beyond the reach of English law. Your loving Jack.
EIGHT
The arrival of Lord Frederick at the Villa Anna, Berlin- A serious discussion of Jack's request-The island seraglio is planned -A final and spectacular orgy at the Villa Anna-A double honeymoon-night for Sonja and Petra- Karl and Otto, their two monstrously-tooled bridegrooms-Julia and Natasha as their lascivious little maids-Natasha as cunt-opener and buttock-spreader for Sonja-Julia's services for Petra-Drawing the monstrous tools to the eager orifices-The two brides-Open-legged-Arse-upwards-A toast to Cupid-Smacks and laughter-Sonja and Petra-Two fillies broken in! Darling Jack, What a poetic justice has overtaken young Elke! I believe from time to time you have felt misgivings as to the severity of the retribution. Yet did she not merit every stroke of the birch for her cruel and heartless conduct towards the unfortunate Master Algernon?
And he a son of one of England's rising statesmen! Let us not forget, Jack, that such an Austrian girl as Elke is too ignorant to revere the proprieties of our established order. Moreover, can you truly feel the least unease when you have such a moralist as Dr. Thwackum on your side? Mark my word, Jack, the good doctor is nowhere near the apogee of his career. We shall see him yet as headmaster of Eton or Harrow, or at any rate the leader of one of England's very greatest schools. All the same, dear Jack, it is only right to tell you that Lord Frederick arrived here two days ago and at once concurred in your view that stern morality has also a dangerous edge to it. The ignorant populace is not always apt to perceive the great unselfish worth of such moral philosophers as you. As Lord Fred quite truly observes, you should remember what happened to Socrates. That being so, his lordships advice is plain. Your sense of duty and your fine scruples must shine as a beacon to the world. All the same, he suggests you should get out while you still can. As for the matter of the island estate, the lease is yours at once. Lord Fred sees no problem in transporting a few of your more select pupils there.
Indeed, dear Jack, I may be shortly obliged to avail myself of a similar offer. The truth is that certain of the servants here have glimpsed my morning supervision of Julia and Natasha on the marble table and have put the most unwarranted construction upon it. What use is it to talk of cleanliness and decency when the wind of scandal blows? It is plainly best to avail myself of Jacks offer, taking my four girls with me-for I will not leave Sonja and Petra-before the time comes when the two young pupils return home and talk. Yet I do not write, dear Jack, merely to convey such admonitions to you. All shall be ordered, have no fear. Lord Fred and I will precede you to that estate whose location it would be imprudent of me to name in this letter. In a few weeks time, expect to receive further instructions. A certain elegant steam-yacht is to be chartered to take you and your chosen girls on a cruise of the Sussex coast. Do not be alarmed when it puts about, heading out to sea and making for those warmer climes!
Now, you know Lord Fred and I better than to imagine that we have been sitting here in the Villa Anna with long faces and anxious thoughts. All has been arranged! Let us be merry! And so we have been.
Lord Fred is attended by his two servants, Karl and Otto, strapping gentlemen of thirty-five or so. I could not bear to leave my dear villa-which is now to be sold-without some little celebration. It is so delightful here in August, the warm sun on the placid lake, the towers and battlements of imperial castles among the trees of the far shore. The Crown Prince himself has not been able to bear leaving his charming lodge this year. So Lord Frederick and I planned a celebration. It was to be a final and stupendous orgy before my departure from the Villa Anna. What should we do? We chose and rejected until it seemed that we had exhausted the possibilities. Then Lord Fred smiled. “Let us arrange a honeymoon-night, Dolly. Let it be for Sonja and Petra. Sonja renounced the penis some time ago.
Petra has rarely had one. Let us have a nuptial night in which they are the brides and my two strapping fellows the grooms. We shall require Julia and Natasha to be the brides' attendants, opening the way into the cunts for the pricks, parting the brides' arse-halves for the tools. Only think, Dolly, how greatly it will add to the education of those two young pupils as well. And, best of all, let us insist that the night of honeymoon passion takes place under our eyes and that we enjoy the sight of everything which transpires.” I saw at once, Jack, that this was the celebration we needed. Though Sonja is twenty-two and has had a man between her legs, she has never been properly broken in to the prick. Petra has had no more than a casual fuck or two in the course of her eighteen years. Karl and Otto are fine fellows and remarkably well-hung. They are not men to be put off by girlish protests or maiden squeals, when they know that these are intended only to urge them on. We laid our plan for last night, informing the girls in the morning of what would be expected of them.
You may easily believe that we had no difficulty in persuading Karl and Otto to play the part of lusty bridegrooms. Lord Frederick insisted that the two attendan
ts, Natasha and Julia, must also undergo a certain amount of stripping. He took them into his room and undressed them with his own hands until they wore only the skimpy white dress of breast-halters, tight-fitting briefs and ankle-socks.
Two of my stalwart maids took Sonja and Petra into their attiring-room. They speedily undressed twenty-two-year-old Sonja first, removing her short turquoise skirt, pink blouse and white ankle-boots. They brushed her shock of dark curls and smiled at the round wonderment of her sun-browned face and blue eyes. Sonja's lithe and trimly-muscled young body has been toasted golden brown by her bathing in the sun. To contrast its warmth, they dressed her in white translucent silk. A short bodice fitted tightly over her upper parts, with breast-cups through which one could see the pink cherries of her tits. They selected as Sonja's panties a pair of tight slinky briefs in the same translucent white silk. Her honeymoon dress consisted of a skirt of white silk in the simplest design. It had two tails of cloth, one hanging down at the front and the other behind her, each dangling separately from the waist-belt. Natasha, our little blonde in the schoolgirl knickers, would bear the train, holding it so that Sonja's bare brown legs and the tight silk panties were seen as she walked. Sonja surrendered herself to all this with some looks of apprehension but without offering resistance. Of the two girls who were to enjoy a night of impalement, it was she who was the more amenable. Even in the photographer's establishment, it was Sonja who served the customers with a willing smile, while Petra did her duty with a more surly and impatient air. The difference between them was no less evident now. It was time for the two stalwart women to come for eighteen-year-old Petra with shoulder length flaxen hair and slim sun-browned body. The somewhat harder features of Petra's fair-skinned face enabled her to put on a more rebellious and resentful air than Sonja had done. Now whoever heard of such a thing on a honeymoon night? It was enough for the two women to lead Petra past the saddlery room, to show her the training-whips while they patted the seat of her blue denim skirt significantly, to fondle the little steel marker so conveniently easy to heat in the brazier coals. A finger tickling between the slim cheeks of Petra's bottom or slender thighs left no doubt of the intended destination. So it was, with a true bride's reluctance at first, that Petra submitted to her costuming. They stripped off the young blonde's singlet and her denim skirt, her panties and other clothes. She was dressed as Sonja had been-with one exception. Do you recall, Jack, how the romancer sans pareil, the author of Mademoiselle de Maupin talks of silk and skin? The great man is adamant that blond beauty requires black silk.
Accordingly, Petra was to be dressed in tight translucent bodice of thin black silk, her paler beauty visible through it. By contrast with her more lightly sunkissed waist and thighs, black panties smoothly encased Petra's arse-cheeks and loins. Our young pupil Julia was to bear her train, the elder schoolgirl attending the younger bride with little more than two years between them. Julia, of course, still cultivates her spiky crop of dark hair whose shortness appears to give a fuller and rounder look to her rather foolish young face. To begin the evenings festivities a fine dinner was served on the terrace of the villa, where it looks upon the Italianate gardens and the lake.
To show their submissive natures the two brides were required to act as our waitresses, where Lord Fred and I, as well as Karl and Otto, took our places. I need not tell you, dear Jack, what a splendid feast it was. There were the most succulent melon slices, the most fragrantly spiced pate, followed by smoked salmon and roast fowl, the choicest vegetables cooked al dente, and luscious hot-house grapes.
The wines were iced hock to begin with and warm claret to continue.
All this was rounded off by coffee and liqueurs. The table was so arranged that Sonja and Petra had often to bend across to reach the guest they served. Many a time did Lord Fred lift the train, revealing as it might be the saucy round cheeks of Sonja's bottom in the tight sheen of silk briefs. Smack, went his lordship's hand on the silken white cheek. And smack again before the gasping girl could recover her poise. Eighteen-year-old Petra endured the same frequent indignity, though her fair-skinned face and blue eyes showed a greater anger than Sonja's. At last the meal was done and the two honeymoon brides were led to the boudoir overlooking the lake. By new only the last golden streaks of sun lingered in the western sky and the cypress trees stood black against the moon-glittering water. Julia and Natasha took up their places behind Petra and Sonja. Each of the high-school pupils raised the rear train of her young lady. Thus the four of us admired the tightened silk seats of their panties and the elegant squirming of their bare legs as they walked. The scene in the boudoir itself was most diverting. Two beds had been set side by side with only a narrow gap dividing them. By now the lamps of the electrolier shone On the silk covers and bedroom tapestries. At the feet of the beds two comfortable leather chairs on a raised platform had been arranged for Lord Frederick and I. We were to sit there like a pair of tyrants upon our thrones and look down on the sports of the honeymoon beds at our feet. Before the two sturdy serving women withdrew they helped Sonja and Petra to make their last submission.
Each girl allowed her wrists to be strapped together and fastened by a short chain to a collar round her neck. As the two women left they spoke quietly to Petra again, reminding her of the finely tapered whips in the saddlery room and the ingenious little markers which could soon be heated to glowing intensity in the brazier.
Twenty-two-year-old Sonja was to be the first slave-wife of Karl.
Natasha was to attend her and already the prim little blonde's puppy cheeks were colouring a little at the thought of what she had to do.
The grooms made Sonja lie on her back, the dark curls of her head on the pillow. They undid and removed the split skirt of her costume, reducing it to bodice and panties. Natasha blushed a little more deeply. She bowed the fringe of-her blond hair to hide her confusion and showed only the charming little tail of her chignon. Yet she knew better than to disobey. Moistening her fingers on her tongue, she contoured the peaks of Sonja's trim young breasts until the nipples stood hard and tight in the thin white silk. Still with her face blushing a little, Natasha now folded Sonja's knees up so that they almost touched the patient's chin. The tight gusset of the white silk panties was but a mere strip between the spread of Sonja's lithe and suntanned thighs. Sonja's dark pussy-hair was mistily visible through the taut thin silk. With light, inexpert caresses, Natasha began to stroke her there. Those of us who looked on laughed at the little blonde's inexperience, for she made a charming sight.
“Make love to Sonja properly, Natasha! Not just there, my pet.
That's where Sonja's little fountain-hole is. Further on. If you tickle the wrong place, you'll make Sonja drench herself.”
Natasha soon found the right place, by Sonja's shivers and whimpers of pleasure. “That's better, my love,” said Lord Fred to the youngster, “Now wank Sonja gently until you feel the silk of her panties slippery with her juice.” Though Natasha was still rather prim and bashful at what she was doing, there was also the first sign of her natural curiosity to see how a young woman of twenty-two behaved under sexual arousal. Sonja is a healthy young female animal and, as such, she began to lubricate quickly and copiously. One could soon see the wet sheen on the silk panties and even upon the inner smoothness of her upper thighs. “Natasha!” Lord Fred smiled as be spoke, “Help Sonja to turn over on her belly now! That's better. Now take the waistband of her panties and pull them well down her thighs.
Lift your hips, Sonja, to help her! Excellent!” We now admired the lithe suntanned thighs of the Berlin shopgirl and the saucily rounded cheeks of Sonja's bottom. Lord Frederick chuckled as he continued to give Natasha her instructions. “Put your hands on Sonja's bum-cheeks, Natasha, and pull them hard apart. Does it make you blush a little even now to see Sonja's arsehole? Why, Natasha, I do believe it's the first time you've ever looked at that part of another girl. Now, my little pet, you must open the vaseline jar, take a dollop of grease on your
finger and lubricate Sonja's anus with it.
Oh, Natasha! Do it much better than that! A bigger dollop! And more!
Spread it nice and thick between her rear cheeks. Better. More again.
Much better. Now, Natasha, slide your finger up! Further in! Right to the knuckle! Excellent! You must learn not to be shy of such things, Natasha. Why, in a few weeks, you'll be enjoying your own first honeymoon night.” So the proceedings went on. Now that Sonja had been well prepared, Karl unbuttoned his stout prick and walked towards his slave-bride with an erection that was heavy and bold. As for Natasha, she now made her first acquaintance with the penis of a truly mature man. With Sonja on her back, her knees bent up and thighs parted, it was Natasha who took the heavy muzzle in her hand, pulling it gently, and guided its knob to the well-opened cunt-hole. As Karl thrust up deep into Sonja's love tract, it was Natasha who was made to crouch at the foot of the bed and tickle the man's well-filled balls in order to add to his excitement. Sonja gave another shuddering moan and began at once to match the rhythm of her lover's thrusts. It mattered little that she had never seen him until that morning. After all, Jack, they say that some arranged marriages are the happiest, do they not? If that is so, I am sure Sonja gave ample proof now. She had been uneasy, even rebellious, when the decision was first made for her. Now she rode as vigorously and eagerly on the penis as if Karl had been her childhood sweetheart! Karl rode her vigorously too for ten or fifteen minutes, Sonja's heels beating their tattoo on his strong back. When he felt like a variation, he turned her over, kissed her crop of black curls, then fastened his mouth to her lips and eased his erection into the well-vaselined grip of Sonja's arsehole.