Indecent: 15 Erotic Victorian Romance Story Box Set

by Lucy Wild

  “Oh my,” she breathed, her chest heaving, her muscles ached from being tensed up for so many seconds at a time. “What was that?”

  “That was your rebirth, your first ever orgasm. Now you are ready to grow into the person you could and should be.”

  Chapter 4

  After he’d untied her bonds, the man took Audrey’s trembling hand in his and led her back to the nursery. He lay her down on an outstretched blanket and left her in a daze as he unlocked the chest of drawers, bringing out a large square of thick towelling cloth and an enormous safety pin.

  “What’s that for?” Audrey asked quietly, looking across at him.

  “For you to wear my girl,” he smiled, kneeling before her. “Lift your bottom for me.”

  As she did so, he slid the cloth underneath her, tying it around her waist and between her thighs before sliding the pin through the fabric, leaving her looking faintly ridiculous in the adult sized version of a nappy. “Must I wear this? It is somewhat humiliating for an eighteen year old lady.”

  “That is entirely the point. You have been reborn. Now you must begin to grow. You shall sleep here tonight after your milk and I hope you will not disturb me after bedtime or I may be forced to chastise you.”

  As he said that, Audrey felt a spark of something deep inside her which coincided with a throbbing sensation at the entrance to her pussy. “What sort of chastisement?” she asked as innocently as she dared.

  “You will see,” he growled. “Now I will call for your milk.”

  He rang a small bell placed by the door and the sound of echoing footsteps grew louder in the hall. “There are others here?” Audrey asked, panicking as she looked down at her exposed breasts and barely there attire. “You said nothing of other people.”

  He glared at her, clasping his hands together. “You are not in charge here. The adults are in charge. You are a bad girl who will do as she is bid. Is that clear?”

  “Yes sir.”

  “That is better. Ah, Miss Tibbs, come on in.”

  The door opened and in walked a woman in her mid twenties, wearing a long slim black dress and a veil. She nodded to the man before turning to where Audrey was sitting up, her hand across her breasts again.

  “No need for shyness,” she smiled. “I’ve done this many a time since mine were small. Come over here my dear and climb on.” She sat on a rocking chair and patted her knee. Audrey glanced across at the man who scowled back at her as if daring her to protest. Slowly she got to her feet and shuffled across the room. Last one night, she said to herself. You’ll have enough of a story by the morning. What’s the worst they could do?

  Sitting on Miss Tibbs’ lap, she was twisted onto her side as the older woman shifted the strap from her shoulder, slipping it down her arm enough to pull out an enormous breast, the nipple large, hard and pink. “Latch on here,” she said. “You look thirsty.”

  “Surely you don’t expect me to drink from you?” Audrey protested, squirming away.

  “Naughty one you’ve got here Mr Black.”

  “I know. She’ll learn.” Mr Black stepped forward, grabbed Audrey’s head and shoved it towards the waiting breast. Audrey’s mouth slid open in shock and then her lips were wrapped around the nipple. Miss Tibbs smiled down at her. “You just suck like a good girl. Have a big drink.”

  Mr Black held the back of Audrey’s head in place as she reluctantly breathed in. Almost instantly a spray of warm milk filled her mouth and to her surprise she found the taste of it pleasant, soothing, and also arousing. Hearing the breathing pattern of the woman change above her, Audrey alternated sucking with running her tongue over the nipple in her mouth.

  “That’s a good girl,” Miss Tibbs said. “Gosh, you are thirsty aren’t you?”

  Audrey drank until she could take no more and felt oddly disappointed as the woman sat her up and patted her on the head. “Time for bed I think little one.”

  Audrey’s eyes flared. “I’m not little! I am a grown woman.”

  “You wicked girl, speaking back to your elders and betters,” Miss Tibbs snapped, her entire expression changing. “I shall not have talk like that from one such as you.” She grabbed Audrey’s arm and twisted her away, bending her over her lap whilst Mr Black pulled the fabric of the nappy together so they bunched in the crack of her bottom, leaving the cheeks exposed.

  Before Audrey got a word of protest out, Miss Tibbs had spanked her soundly on the right buttock, repeating the motion on her left. “You are a naughty, bad girl and you will learn how to behave.”

  Audrey squirmed in her lap and as she did so, the fabric of the cloth came together between her legs. She found if she squeezed her thighs and rocked her pelvis back and forth she was able to relieve the itch she felt growing in her clit as the spanking continued.

  “She is enjoying this too much,” Mr Black said. “You must spank harder.”

  “Yes,” Audrey gasped, the burning sensation in her buttocks spreading to her pussy. “Harder.”

  Each slap from Miss Tibbs rubbed the fabric over her clit so that within minutes she was tingling all over as she had done in the examination room. Another sensation grew in the pit of her stomach and she realised the milk was already passing through her body.

  “I need to be excused,” she whispered, hardly able to get the words out over the sound of spanking.

  “Whatever for?” Miss Tibbs snapped.

  “I wish to visit the ladies room.”

  The pair above her laughed. “That’s what the nappy is for,” Mr Black said, standing her up and bidding her to remain in place above a towel which seemed to have been placed on the floor whilst she was being punished.

  “You are not serious good sir?”

  “You are growing. You must toilet train as did all of us at some point in our lives. You wish to urinate. Please do so before bed.”

  Audrey shook her head but they didn’t budge. Holding it in for as long as she could, she squirmed and wriggled on the spot for a full half an hour before she knew she could last no longer.

  “Please,” she begged. “I’m going to wet myself if I remain here.”

  “The fabric will hold it,” Mr Black replied. “Get on with it, I grow impatient.”

  “I cannot.”

  “Very well.” He stepped forward and jabbed the edge of his fingers into her flesh just above the folded cloth. As he dug in, Audrey let out a gasp, her bladder losing its control and a gushing flow of urine seeping out of her and into the nappy. It immediately began to overflow, hot pee running down her legs and soaking into the towel beneath her.

  “Oh dear,” said Miss Tibbs. “She’s had an accident. Never mind dear. We’ll soon sort that.”

  As the last drops fell from her, Audrey watched Miss Tibbs undo the safety pin and toss aside the wet cloth, dabbing at Audrey’s pussy with a corner of a towel for just a few seconds too long to be purely innocent. Audrey let out a sigh of embarrassment as another nappy was attached to her before Mr Black lifted her into his arms, kissed her forehead and dropped her gently into the cot, pulling a blanket up to her shoulders. “Night night,” he smiled. “Sleep well.”

  Chapter 5

  The next morning Audrey felt exhausted. She’d spent a long time trying to get to sleep but her mind wouldn’t let her. She was adamant that as soon as she felt sure the household had retired she would up and escape but then she remembered she had nothing to change into and she dared not venture into the streets wearing only a square of fabric between her legs. She ran over the examination, the milk drinking, the spanking, the wetting herself and as she did so she was surprised to find a heat building between her legs. Doing her best to ignore it, she’d closed her eyes and lain perfectly still until at last she slept.

  As she sat up in the cot she found a short and frilly white frock draped over the side of the cot. The butler was opening the shutters as she glanced out at the room. “Your attire for today miss,” he said, nodding as he headed for the door.

  “Und
erwear?” she replied.

  He left without another word and Audrey stood up, holding the dress up against herself. The fabric was expensive but as she slipped it over her shoulders and glanced down at her body, she felt embarrassed by how young it made her feel, despite its revealing nature. For one thing the bulge of her cloth nappy was visible sticking out of the hem and it sat so far down her arms, far more of her cleavage was on show than she would ever have chosen. A pair of white gloves completed the outfit.

  Climbing out of the cot, she again tried the drawers but they had been locked overnight, leaving her to pace the nursery until Mr Black appeared in the doorway. “Out of bed without permission,” he frowned. “That is a shame.”

  He grabbed hold of her and bent her over the chest of drawers, whipping her nappy to her ankles before kicking it aside. He landed one spank after another on her exposed buttocks. “You must remain in bed until you are given permission to leave.”

  “Yes sir,” Audrey replied, away of the wetness growing within her, coating her pussy lips as she shuffled her ankles apart and pushed her hips back, presenting her pussy to him, trying to force some kind of reaction from his features. He continued to scowl as she glanced over her shoulder at him but she saw his eyes occasionally move down to her pussy and as the minutes passed, his blows became gentler, ending as soft caresses of her stinging bottom. “You will be a good girl for me won’t you?” he asked, his fingers sliding towards the tops of her thighs.

  “Ever so good sir,” she replied. “I’ll do whatever you tell me to do.”

  “So if I were to tell you to put a finger in your bottom, would you do it?”

  In response she reached behind her and pushed her index finger between her buttocks, finding her tiny hole and sliding inside, ignoring the pain, wanting only to impress him at least once.

  “Is that all you wish sir?” she asked, feeling her bottom widen to accommodate the finger, a deep ache filling her pussy once more.

  “If I were to take you right now, would you object?”

  “Would letting you inside me mean I was a good girl?”

  “It would.”

  “Then take me sir for I want only to be a good girl.”

  “By Jove I’ve never met a patient like you,” Mr Black growled, standing closer to her and fumbling with his trousers. “I can’t resist you any longer.”

  “I just want to be good,” she replied, sliding her finger out of her bottom and spreading her pussy lips wide apart, exposing the sheen of glistening pink within. “Please help me be good.”

  She tensed up as she felt a hot firmness slide over her pussy and glancing behind her again she saw Mr Black gripping his cock, thrusting it over her lips until it brushed past her clit.

  “I do not usually reach this stage of treatment for many days,” he said as he eased back and nudged towards her sopping wet entrance. “You are certainly unique Audrey.”

  “Yes sir,” she replied, rocking her hips back so his cock was forced into her. She winced at the initial stretching of her hole, waiting as her juices coated him to slide back further. As she did so, Mr Black thrust slowly forwards and over the course of a minute he eased himself all the way inside her. Remaining buried in her, he stroked her back, lifting her dress to her shoulders. “You are a good girl,” he whispered.

  “Thank you sir,” she replied, standing up and bringing his hands up to her breasts, tempting him into playing with her nipples. She ground her bottom onto him, feeling the motions of his cock pressing on the walls of her pussy as he breathed heavily into her ear. Twisting around to face him, she felt a moment’s loss as his cock slid free before he pounced on her, tossing her to the floor and shoving her legs apart, staring at her open pussy.

  “You are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes upon,” he said, his cock jutting up in the air as he knelt before her.

  “Thank you sir,” she replied. “Now bring me that device of yours.”

  Reaching over to the drawers, Mr Black found them locked. With a wrench of his arm they snapped open and he rummaged inside, bringing out a brass cylinder similar to the one from the examination room. He wound it quickly and passed it to her before easing himself into her pussy once more.

  Audrey felt her hand shake as the vibrations spread through her. She moved the device to her clit and let out a gasp of delight as her body began to tingle with excitement. The sensation of her clit being stimulated whilst Mr Black thrust deep inside her, filling her completely, was enough to make her body tense up in a matter of minutes.

  “I’m going to come,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

  “As I am,” Mr Black groaned, sliding from her just as she came, her body shaking, her limbs rigid whilst it washed over her. Opening her eyes as it faded she caught sight of the reddened cock of Mr Black thrusting towards her mouth. “I think you need another drink,” he said, running his hand over his shaft as he pressed himself to the back of her throat.

  His shaft jerked inside, spasming and pulsing as she felt something spurt from it, a hot wetness that ran over her tongue. She couldn’t swallow with him inside her so it sat there until he spurted again and again before finally withdrawing. Only then could she drink it down, the tangy salty taste remaining on her tongue as Mr Black stood up and smiled properly for the first time. “I think you need no further treatment,” he said. “I declare you a new woman.”

  Chapter 6

  Audrey looked down at the dress Mr Black had given her. It was beautiful, bright red and luxurious and so different to anything she’d worn before. She skipped through the streets with a smile on her face but it faded as she reached the offices of the paper. Doubt began to play on her and she found herself stopping dead on the pavement, ignoring the protests of those who bumped into her whilst she became lost in thought.

  She could give the scoop to the editor and let the story run. She would begin a position at the newspaper and hopefully make a name for herself there. But then the thought of Mr Black’s face entered her mind. If his methods were known to all and sundry it would ruin him. He would be shamed publically and unable to practise privately. It was a dilemma she had not resolved even as she made her way into the building and towards the editor’s office. She knocked on the door and waited.

  “Ah Audrey, welcome back. How did you get on? Come in, come in.”

  She sat opposite the editor, unable to speak.

  “Well what did you find out about Vitality? Something devilish going on over there no doubt?”

  “Oh no sir. It is merely a medical practice of an unusual kind.”

  “So what do they do? Come on girl and we’ll have the story out for the evening edition.”

  “I’m afraid there is little to tell. I was shown the building which consisted of nothing more than a consulting room, treatment room and waiting room. The rest are the private chambers of the owner and proprietor.”

  “And his name? You must have learned his name.”

  “I only knew him as doctor.”

  The editor’s expression changed, his good humour replaced by irritation. “So you have nothing for me? What makes you think I would take you on when you bring me nothing? How about if I offer you a ten guinea bonus for your story?”

  “I don’t think I want your money or to work here sir.”

  “You ungrateful fool. Get out and stop wasting my time!”

  Audrey stopped when she was outside, feeling a weight off her shoulders at the thought of Mr Black remaining free to practise his unique style of treatment. Her happy thoughts faded as she remembered her situation, homeless, jobless, aimless.

  She felt a tap on her shoulder and there was Mr Black standing beside the editor, the pair of them beaming at her. “Well done Audrey!” Mr Black said.

  “Excuse me sir?”

  “She doesn’t understand,” the editor said. “Don’t leave her in the dark Alfred.”

  “It was a test my girl. It was not the newspaper that needs an apprentice. It was me
. I’m not getting any younger and I have no heirs. I need someone to take over my work when I am gone, perhaps open a second Vitality branch to allow me to expand the business and help more people.”

  “A test?”

  “I needed to hire someone who would keep my confidence. You are that girl Audrey. You were shown my secrets and yet chose not to divulge them, even when offered ready money to do so. You are the one I want Audrey. I have so much to do with you, so much to show you. You saw barely a fraction of my methods, there is so much more for you to study. Tell me, will you come and work with me? It will be hard but worth it”

  “No,” Audrey said, waiting for just a second whilst Mr Black’s face fell. “I won’t work hard with you or for you. But…”

  “But what? But what?”

  “If you show me how best to please you, I promise I’ll do my best to learn how to be a very good girl for you.”

  Teach Me

  Chapter 1

  Lord Edward Carrington looked out of his drawing room window and sighed. “What are we to do with our daughter?” He turned to his wife who continued knitting by the fireside without replying.

  Outside Amelia was berating one of the gardeners for having the temerity to be standing in her way when she rode her favourite horse across the immaculate lawns and through the flowerbeds, tearing up great clumps of turf and leaving churned up earth in her wake. Even with the window closed to keep out the spring chill, Lord Carrington could imagine what she was saying, it was always the same.

  “How dare you?” she would yell. “Don’t you know I’m the daughter of a Lord and your superior in every respect?”

  The gardener would tug at his cap and mutter an apology but that was never enough for her. She wanted them grovelling before she was willing to let them go.

  “Next time I shall not pull up on the reigns and if you are crushed under Teddy’s hooves and broken into a thousand pieces it will be your own fault!”

  Lord Carrington walked across to the liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of his favourite brandy.