by Fiona Locke
Courtney tutted and shook her head. She retrieved the book and placed it back on my head. ‘Again.’
This time I made it halfway across the room before the book began to slide. I held my arms out like a tightrope walker, tilting my head at an absurd angle to avoid the inevitable. The pages flapped noisily as I tried to save the book from falling. But I fumbled it and it fell to the floor in an undignified heap.
I raised my eyes to my governess. She merely shook her head, her lips pursed. ‘Disgraceful.’
I stared forlornly at the book.
‘It’s no use sulking, young lady,’ she said with supreme disdain. ‘You’ve brought this on yourself. It’s little wonder you behave like a barbarian at the dinner table when you haven’t even learnt to walk as a lady should.’
Her belittling tone made me feel like a spoilt child and I scowled at the floor.
She picked up the hairbrush and stroked its glossy back. ‘But I intend to correct that. Now you will ask me if I will be pleased to give you the spanking you deserve.’
‘Nooo!’ I wailed. I couldn’t help it; she’d regressed me to a childlike state and it was impossible to react like an adult.
An oppressive silence followed my outburst. ‘Angela,’ she said, twisting the knife.
I stiffened on hearing my full name. Then I stamped my foot. ‘No,’ I insisted with a pout.
Courtney crossed her arms over her chest and looked at me. ‘I’m very disappointed in you,’ she said. ‘Now I’ll have to tell your father that you threw a temper tantrum. I expect he’ll put you over his knee himself and redden your little bottom and put you to bed without any supper. Then, when you’re ready to accept your discipline, you can come to me and ask me politely to punish you.’
I burnt with shame and dropped my eyes to the floor. Her words were an auger, skewering my dignity and shaming me beyond endurance. Desperate to stop her honeyed torture, I gave in.
I took a long shuddering breath. ‘Please, miss,’ I began.
‘Look at me.’
Reluctantly, I lifted my head. ‘Please, miss. Please give me a spanking.’
‘The spanking you deserve,’ she corrected.
I shaped my mouth around the words and somehow managed to speak them. ‘Yes, miss. Please give me the spanking I deserve, miss.’
She smacked the brush against her hand, harder than I had done. I winced. ‘Good girl. Back over my lap, then.’
I practically collapsed into position.
She pressed the cool wood against my burning skin and I closed my eyes, bracing myself. Smoothing it over my bottom, she continued to rebuke me, speaking in a stern but gentle voice that was maddening in its kindness.
The first stroke fell at last and I arched wildly on her lap, crying out at the pain. This was no soft ladylike palm. She gave me no time to recover before giving me the next one. Scolding me all the while, she peppered my bottom smartly with brisk little smacks. The startling density of the hairbrush elicited unseemly howls and cries from me as I kicked and writhed in vain.
I found myself pleading like a naughty child. ‘Oh! I’m sorry, miss, I’m – oww! – really sorry! I promise I won’t – oh! I won’t do it again, miss! Please …’
But she ignored my pleas and spanked me harder, covering every inch of my backside with sure strokes. My knickers inched their way down my legs as I struggled. I tried to keep them from slipping off, but the hairbrush was too intense. I couldn’t focus on anything but the pain and before I knew it they were dangling from one ankle and then they were off entirely.
By the time Courtney slowed her rhythm and stopped I was willing to promise her anything. I sagged with relief. It felt like she’d taken off a layer of skin.
‘There, now,’ she cooed. ‘Have we learnt not to be a naughty girl?’
Her words were almost more painful than the hairbrush had been, but I nodded frantically. ‘Yes, miss.’
Courtney leant down to her left to place the hairbrush on the floor beside my hands. I stared at it, amazed at its power. I would never underestimate it again. Then, wickedly, she trailed her fingertips over my punished bottom. She pressed her manicured nails into my flesh and drew them down over my rounded cheeks, making me squeal.
I heard her soft laughter and felt even more humbled.
‘Up with you,’ she said at last, urging me up with a mild smack.
I scrambled to my feet. My hands, chilled from pressing into the floorboards, felt heavenly against the scorching glow of my bottom.
‘Now you’ll show me a nice curtsey and thank me for your punishment,’ she prompted.
Shifting my weight from foot to foot in humiliation, I made myself meet her eyes. With my knickers before me on the floor like evidence of my naughtiness, I dropped an awkward curtsey. But she stopped me before I could speak the awful words.
‘Oh, dear me,’ she said, shaking her head sadly. ‘We haven’t even learnt how to curtsey properly.’
I pleaded with my eyes for her to stop the torment, though every little reproach made me squirm in delicious misery.
‘How do you ever expect to be presented at court if you don’t trouble yourself to practise what I teach you? Watch.’ Gathering her skirt, Courtney placed one foot behind her with the grace of a ballerina. She lowered her head demurely and dipped her body in a sweeping grande reverence until she was almost kneeling. She stood up again and gestured that it was my turn.
I tried to copy what she had done, but I lost my balance and faltered.
My governess was unimpressed. She wore her displeasure like a sovereign’s mantle and I imagined the horror of stumbling like that at the feet of Queen Victoria.
Blushing furiously, I tried again, this time with more success if with little elegance.
‘Better.’
At her expectant look I forced the hateful words out. ‘Thank you, miss, for punishing me.’ Then I squeezed my eyes shut and bowed my head, praying the lesson was over.
‘Very good,’ Courtney drawled, sounding genuinely pleased. ‘Then I expect to see your manners much improved.’
‘Yes, miss.’
She gazed at me, her sternness dissipating. I blushed, uncertain whether the roleplay was over or not. I desperately wanted my knickers back now. I felt so exposed. Mostly because I could feel how wet I was and I feared she would see it.
‘Is it very sore?’ she asked with a playful grin.
‘Uh-huh’ was all I could manage.
‘Let’s see.’
I turned around so she could examine her handiwork. Her long fingers traced the redness, making me shiver. They trailed over my tender backside and along my thighs, slipping down to the delicate undercurve. My legs tensed as her thumbs crept further in and she parted my cheeks with gentle pressure. I gasped, but I remained absolutely still, unwilling to do anything to break the moment.
Encouraged by my stillness, Courtney leant forwards and my skin prickled as she pressed her lips to the burning flesh, kissing first one cheek, then the other.
A soft hand found the small of my back and exerted easy force until I obliged her by bending forwards. I braced my hands on the desk in front of me as her other hand slid between my legs. My breathing quickened and I relaxed my thighs to allow it.
I had never been with another girl. I’d fantasised about spanking, certainly, but nothing beyond that. It was uncharted territory and I didn’t know if it was allowed. But at that moment I didn’t care.
Her hand strayed slowly upwards, to where it must feel the heat emanating from my damp little slit. My sex was throbbing with a need that was becoming painful and I willed her to continue. Just half an inch.
When her fingertips grazed my lips I shuddered, bending further forwards in compliance. Encouraged by my invitation, her hand advanced more boldly until the palm rested right against my sex. I rose on tiptoe and she increased the pressure, pushing against me and stroking her other hand down over my punished bottom.
I drew a long shuddering breath an
d heard her laugh softly. She released me and beckoned me to follow her through the door, unbuttoning her dress as she backed away along the hallway.
We reached the master bedroom and Courtney slithered out of her dress. It pooled at her feet and she stepped out of it, never taking her eyes off me. Her hands moved to her hair and unpinned it, releasing it from its bondage and shaking it loose like a 1950s pinup girl. She sat on the edge of the bed – a vision in a red satin bra and matching panties. Nervous and uncertain, I stood watching her with longing and apprehension.
She kicked off her shoes and regarded me with a catlike grin. Her glittering green eyes urged me closer and she untucked my shirt, tugging it up to expose my midriff. I raised my arms and allowed her to pull it off over my head.
Then she unzipped my skirt and it slid to the floor. I was curious and eager, but still hesitant. I didn’t know what to do with my hands. But my shyness only seemed to excite Courtney, who was glad to take the lead. She pulled me towards her until I had to move on to the mattress. I knelt there passively while she stroked my face, sliding her fingers through my short hair and tugging it in mock roughness.
I closed my eyes as she continued down along my throat, making me quiver as though chilled. But her hands were warm. Very warm. And when she stroked them lightly over the lace of my bra I gave a little moan. She slid a hand inside one of the cups, giving me a gentle squeeze. I felt the nipple respond immediately, stiffening to her touch.
Her arms encircled me and unhooked my bra, freeing my small breasts. Suddenly embarrassed, I covered myself with my hands. But she took my wrists and peeled them away, placing them, crossed, behind my back. I surrendered as she caressed me, teasing my nipples into stiff little peaks and lazily circling her fingertips round them.
My breathing grew deeper, heavier, as she awakened my body. I pressed myself down on my heels to rekindle the sting in my bottom just as her lips closed over one erect nipple. A soft kiss, barely there, but then the tip of her tongue began to circle it as her fingers had done, swirling around and across it, stimulating me almost to the point of suffering.
I felt her teeth then, closing just enough to touch without biting. I forced myself to stay absolutely still, expecting a jolt of pain. But with a final kiss she moved to the other breast, meeting my frightened eyes with a wicked smile. With her palm she covered the nipple she had been teasing, insulating it from the sudden chill of the air on the damp flesh. I trembled at the tiny act of kindness.
Her tongue continued its keen exploration of the other nipple, subjecting it to the same treatment. I relaxed into the sensation, my wrists still crossed behind me – a good little submissive.
As she flicked her tongue back and forth across my nipple, her hand crept down over my chest and belly, down to my wet and eager sex. I arched my back, an invitation. She obliged me and slid her fingers down along the slick crease, before drawing them back up again with unbearable deliberation. There was a deep ache welling inside me and I knew she was going to release it. I wanted her to. When I sensed she was watching me, my eyes fluttered open.
She stopped her ministrations and guided my hands to her bra. I unhooked it obediently, eager to discover what made her gasp and shudder. Confronted with the soft round fullness of her breasts, I felt a moment’s hesitation. But she’d shown me exactly what to do. Her pink nipples stood out like hard little knots and I pressed my lips to each in turn, tasting her, sucking her, devouring her.
I enjoyed her responsiveness. She was noisier than me, crying out shrilly at each little surge of pleasure. Anyone hearing her responses would have had trouble telling whether she was experiencing pleasure or pain and I was delighted to be the one making her react.
Without warning she fisted a hand in my hair and pulled me up forcefully. Then she guided me down on my back and straddled me, her long hair cascading down on either side of her neck, tickling my chest. She gazed at me, her eyes roaming over my face until she leant down and kissed me.
Her lips were soft and pillowy, not at all like a man’s. I plunged my hands into the mass of her auburn hair as her tongue pushed its way inside my mouth. She tasted rich and wanton, like stolen wine. Her tongue swirled around inside my mouth and I clutched her hair, letting go only to grab another handful.
She relaxed on top of me, the beautiful smooth warm weight of her body pressing into mine. I let go of her hair and stroked my fingers along the xylophone of her arched spine, running my nails up and down the length of her. I ran my tongue along the edge of her teeth and she nipped it gently. She withdrew and kissed my lower lip, sucking it into her mouth then releasing it again.
I could have stayed there forever, kissing her, but Courtney wanted more. She wanted everything. Her lips travelled down to my neck, where she nibbled me playfully before moving on. She kissed each breast as she crept further down, heightening the suspense. I knew exactly what she would do next, but her languorous pace was whipping me into a frenzy. It was all I could do not to grab her head and shove her down there.
She curled between my legs, spreading them apart and drawing her fingers along the moist folds. I was a little embarrassed at how wet I was, but it only seemed to excite her. With the flat of her hand she gave me a delicate little smack that made me jump. But it sent a jolt of ecstasy through my body. Clearly enjoying my response, she did it again. And again.
Then she let her long hair fall across my breasts and moved her head slowly from side to side, brushing it over my skin. The sublime softness of it contrasted deliriously with what she was doing with her hands and my sensations didn’t know how to keep up. I alternated between sighs and squeals.
At last, she swept her hair over one shoulder and, with a last flicker of a grin, lowered her mouth to me. Her lips were gentle, just as they had been with my breasts. And when I felt her soft tongue begin to probe the outer folds of my sex I clutched the headboard, suddenly wishing she’d tied me up.
Her tongue moved expertly up and along the sides and over my clit, stimulating me with almost intolerable pleasure. When I thought I wouldn’t be able to take any more she spread me open further and dipped first one, then two fingers inside. Her tongue never ceased its relentless caress and it wasn’t long before I felt the demanding ache inside me begin to intensify. It rose wildly, building and swelling until it consumed me completely. I threw my head back with a breathless gasp as my vision went black and the devastating climax threatened to render me unconscious.
When the spasms began to dissipate I lay helpless, trembling and weak. My body had never felt more alive and I blinked away the startled tears that sprang to my eyes, blurring my vision.
Courtney sat up, staring at me with something like wonderment. Or was it envy? All I knew was that I was desperate to experience giving her the same pleasure she’d just given me. It took me nearly a minute to find the strength to get up, but when I did she stopped me, suddenly looking slightly sheepish.
‘You don’t have to –’
‘Shh. I want to.’
I realised with some surprise that she hadn’t taken off her knickers. And as I pushed her down on her back I saw that they were drenched. She lifted her hips as I eased the sodden scrap of red satin down, revealing a soft downy strip of slightly reddish hair. Smoothing it with my thumb, I slid her knickers down her long legs. I paused to admire her shapely feet and expertly pedicured toes. The nails were varnished in a sleek lustrous red and I couldn’t resist kissing them.
She shuddered and made a low purring sound. Encouraged, I took her big toe in my mouth as I would a cock, sliding my lips up and down the short length of it. Her foot was pleasantly musky and I let my lips travel down further, to the soft flesh of her sole. Courtney writhed on the bed, somehow managing to hold her leg still for me. I trailed my tongue over the bottom of her foot as though licking cream from a bowl. At last I gave the toes a final kiss and moved up between her legs.
She clamped her legs around my wrist when I touched her, pinning my hand against her. I m
oved my fingers as much as I could, playing with her until she relaxed her grip and her legs opened, inviting me. I smiled, then lowered my head to her. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating – a sharp piquant aroma that made me even more impatient to taste her.
Like a picture frame, the trimmed fluff of hair exhibited the little slit below it, drawing my gaze there and holding it. It looked so delicate and inoffensive, so much less explicit than a man’s cock. Fascinated, I traced my finger along the line of soft creases, enjoying the way she arched her back at my touch.
Her silky folds reminded me of the curved closed shell of a fortune cookie concealing a secret. I splayed her open, touching her as I touched myself. Watching her respond was like watching myself and I badly wanted to see her come.
I pressed my mouth against the hot little hollow and lapped eagerly, savouring the damp silky feel and creamy taste of her. She raised up to meet me, pushing herself against my mouth, grinding her hips hungrily. I knew it wouldn’t take her long.
And, as her moans and cries grew louder and more demanding, she bucked wildly, clutching the duvet so violently I thought she would tear it. She squeezed her legs against either side of my head until the waves subsided and she drifted back down to earth. We lay entwined, sweaty and sated, and with a sigh of exhaustion she threw a limp arm over me.
‘Holy shit,’ she breathed, and it was so unrefined and out of character that she caught herself and laughed.
‘Did they teach you all of that at finishing school?’ I couldn’t resist asking.
She smiled serenely and stroked my face. ‘No, but I think your governess might make it part of your plan of study.’
I hid my face in her waves of hair. ‘Yes, miss,’ I whispered.
Courtney turned up unannounced the next day looking ever so coy.
‘Oh no,’ I said, immediately suspicious. ‘What have you done?’