Finding the drawing room empty and then being beseeched by cook to 'Look at the menu for tonight, m'am', Letitia did so, agreed with it entirely because she felt not in the least hungry at that moment of time, and proceeded upstairs to discover her husband at ease in his study.
'What are you doing, what have you done?' she asked all in one breath and noting that one of the front buttons of his trousers was undone.
'Writing a poem, my dear', Easton replied, whereat Letitia plumped herself down on his lap and gazed at the sheet of paper before him.
'You have only written one line', she declared, as though more would have been of greater profit to her. Her bottom urged itself over his flaccid tool as she spoke, and a frown of disappointment appeared on her attractive features at not finding him stiff.-“That is ALL you have done?' she asked.
'All, my love', Easton replied with a distinct absence of truth.
Leaning against him, Letitia purred her cheek to his and murmured, 'Do you know what that awful Johnson did to me?'
'Is it not better that I do not?' Easton replied artfully. He was minded to raise her skirts and to enter with her into the son of conversation that always stirred and excited both to amourous lechery, but he needed a further twenty minutes or so in which to recuperate after spilling out his liquid treasures between the blissful gripping of Bella's thighs.
'I shall tell you in bed tonight, dearest. Where is Ethel?'
'Gone to make the acquaintance of the waif'.
'Oh, it is not nice to call her that-is it? You mean to use her, Easton; I know you do. Another female tidbit for your friends?'
'An introductory measure, my pet, nothing else', said Easton who had gained many influential friends in high places by presenting for their attentions such delectable young ladies as came his way-poor, usually, or speaking of themselves as the daughters of distressed clergymen, but fit to be polished-up, nicely attired, made ready, as his own phrase was for them. Sometimes the wives or mistresses of his acquaintances took a fancy for such girls, having no other way to make the chance for such themselves. Like the several who had gone before her, Kate would be bedroom-trained, put through her paces. From the briefest of conversations but ten minutes before with the unmatchable Miss Martin, he gathered that Kate had been 'started' already and had proved 'responsive'.
Easton had passed her five sovereigns for her 'introductory work', and had passed his hand up her skirt for a moment, too, to feel her lustrous thighs. At the age of thirty-four as she was, Miss Martin was a voluptuous creature, as Kate had already discovered. She was, too, a venturer into Bella's room at night, as Easton knew, though he had not commented on it. He had a great fancy to watch them tonguing one another, but Bella's key was ever ready in her door.
Miss Martin had responded with what Easton would describe as 'cool warmth' to his exploratory caress. Her lips had met his own briefly but without passion while he fondled her fur. Had it not been for her excellent and unusual services, he would have dismissed her long ago. Now she was the possessor of too many of his secrets to do so. On several occasions Easton had uncovered her marbled, firm breasts and palmed them while she leaned back indolently against his study wall, seemingly unmoved by the tingling of her risen nipples to his palm.
Indeed, she could be almost insolent.-'Do you like this?' she had asked him in a thoroughly detached manner while he was doing such, endeavouring to stir her into a torrid embrace.
'Do you not?' he had rejoined, but her ensuing silence was totally of a different quality to that which Letitia had so recently been musing on. It was a silence of indifference,-'Do you only like other women?' Easton wished to ask her many times, but pride prevented him from doing so. He had become forced to treat the matter lightly even though he thought with certain longing of Miss Martin as a 'superb fuck'. She was certainly a divine tease.
'My father was in all actuality a distressed clergyman', she had told Easton two years before, and but moments after he had tickled up her cunny-plump and well-thatched as it was-without producing even the faintest glow in her eyes.
'Though not through lack of money, presumably', Easton had said tartly.
A taunting smile had appeared on the young woman's lips at that. Such lightning thoughts and intuitions as passed between the pair in those seconds were in all effect mirror images to one another.
'Perhaps not', she had replied archly, leaving Easton to grimace while she then floated away from his presence. That she was also obviously a confidante of his wife disturbed him. There were things he knew nothing of-words spoken that he never heard. A confluence of females was a frightful thing, and yet was necessary to his little plans at times-as now, with Kate.
And Kate (thanks to a modicum of opium which had been mixed in with a drink she had been given) slept. Awakening and rubbing her eyes-astounded to find herself in a luxurious boudoir-she saw a girl of her own age sitting smiling near the foot of the bed.
'I am Ethel', said the nymph around whose nubile form floated a pink peignoir and nothing else-oddly enough to Kate's gaze-save for a pair of white stockings with pink garters. She extended her hand in royal fashion, and so much so (finding herself, as she deemed, among 'nobs') that Kate took the wavering fingertips and kissed them, as she thought was proper to do.-'Oh, that's nice! May I come in with you?' asked Ethel.
Before a surprised and naked Kate could stir, the girl had cast off her peignoir which floated lazily to the floor, clambered up and slipped between the sheets so that her belly came warmly against Kate's hip.
'Are you going to stay?' Ethel asked hopefully, laying one small hand on Kate's smooth tummy.
'No, I got to go 'ome', Kate replied. She wanted to push Ethel's hand away, but it would seem rude to do so. Fingers plucked idly beneath the sheet at her crinkly pubic curls, making her start.
'Oh, sorry!' came a merry laugh from Ethel whose hand nevertheless inched under Kate's Venus mound which she found deliciously oily.-'I will tickle you instead, shall I?' she asked rhetorically and commenced to do so with some expertise while looping her free arm under Kate's knees to draw her down on her back.
'Oh, Miss!' Kate panted while Ethel's secretive fingertip found her spot and circled it.
'Yes, it's nice, isn't it', breathed Ethel whose first 'adventure' this was, for Bella was always first, but she had fallen asleep, and Bella was jealous of her-Ethel was sure of that. Her mirror told her she was prettier, even though she had several inches to go in several circular directions before she attained to Bella's more ripened form.
'Miss, I got to get up', Kate protested, though Ethel- who had only had one little lesson, and that in secret, from Mary-could feel Kate's legs yielding.
'No you haven't-don't be a sillikins. I'm not very heavy, you'll see-look!' Ethel said and then rolled full length upon Kate so that their titties, their tummies and their quims were pressed together.
'OOOH-WER!' Kate gasped, but the sound was immediately smothered as Ethel's sweet lips captured her own and the pouting lips of her cunny began rubbing squishily against Kate's. Frenetically-and quite forgetting her 'place'-Kate beat upon Ethel's shoulders before she succumbed. Her arms fell and a little whimper issued from her lips that passed like a tiny cloud into Ethel's mouth where it was received as a murmur of assent.
Ethel it was, though, whose peak of excitement preceded Kate's. Her arms wound themselves around Kate's neck, her lips blurring all over the flushed girl's face.
'I'm going to, I'm going to… ' chirped Ethel excitedly rubbing her bush to Kate's. It was then that Kate's eyes, too, began to dim, and the lovely creamy sensation again invaded her tummy. Drawing her knees up, she returned Ethel's embrace, kicking the bedclothes down as if such an encumbrance were too much for their slim, writhing forms.
'Yeh-hessss!' Kate gasped, for she knew now what Ethel meant.
But so, too, did Easton who had decided to see how Kate was faring and-having got rid of Letitia-was quietly opening the bedroom door when such sounds as he was not totally unacquainted with came to his ears. Even, in their bubbling states, had the girls wished to disentangle themselves, they would not have time to do so.
The first part of the vision that met Easton's eyes was the delectable rump of his daughter's bottom, her legs, and Kate's legs. With the full opening of the door a little howl of despair came from both girls, but one too late to save them.
Striding forward rapidly, Easton encircled Ethel's slim waist with one strong arm and lifted her all but clear of Kate. The upper part of Ethel's shapely form then flopped downwards so that her mouth came in contact again with Kate's while the broad palm of her father's hand came into much more decided and very stinging contact with Ethel's bare nether cheeks.
'NO-WOH-WOH-WOH!' Ethel sobbed, for no sooner had Easton's hand bounced off from her pert apple than it descended again to draw a deeper shade of pink to the lustrous surface of her tightly-cleft bum.
Never having indulged in such a thing before, Easton began positively to enjoy it. Ethel's bottom felt warm, rubbery, silky and deliciously bouncy all at once. Such deep stinging as he conveyed through her pert posterior made itself felt in less measure, but agreeably, in his palm, so he spanked her yet again, this time bringing a quite peculiar, howling moan from Ethel who had in any event been on the point of coming.
'NOOOOO!' she gasped into Kate's would-be evasive mouth. Ethel's toes, scrabbling on the twisted sheet behind her, curled as an explosive delight made itself felt within her cunny and around her little erect clitoris. Such a fine and continuous spray did she issue, in fact, that Kate distinctly felt its warm rain on her tummy. Indeed, even Easton sensed there was something 'amiss', for his newly-raised hand failed to descend again while a soft and seductive mewing sound issued from Ethel who, released, slumped on Kate and then rolled hastily away, finding herself on the opposite side of the bed to that where her peignoir lay coiled on the carpet.
'Go to your room, Ethel!' thundered Easton who, in the process of the quick, bottom-spanking moments, had found that his virility had returned in full, and with astonishing speed.
Coyly endeavouring to cover both her bobbing titties and her cunny, Ethel got off the bed bent double, besieged as she was by the dual sensations at front and back. A single touch of a finger at her button would make her come again; she knew that. Skipping awkwardly round the end of the bed, she picked up her peignoir under Easton's eyes and grabbed it up before her, her nipples quivering pinky-brown on the jiggling gourds of her titties.
'P… P… Papa!' she stammered.
'I said… ' Easton gulped and stopped, aware that Ethel's eyes had dropped for a moment to a certain prominent part of his person, concealed though it was.-'I said, go to your room. I will attend on you later', he uttered, gathering himself.
'Yes, Papa'.
Kate had meanwhile grabbed up the tangled bedclothes and covered herself in part at least. With the closing of the door behind Ethel, Easton turned to her, fingering his beard and smiling unctuously.
'I regret the incident, my dear. Ethel is sportive. You understand the term?' he asked, aware of the ludicrousness of the question to such a girl.
'No, sir, I don't. Sir, I got to go home now, and thanking you… ' Kate began, only to be silenced by a magisterial raising of his hand.
'Would you rather not stay, Kate, and be inducted into the household-become a paid companion to the wayward Ethel, perhaps? See now, give me your address. Have you parents, a family-yes? Splendid. I will have a message sent to them instantly by carriage-nay, a horse rider- that you have taken up a position here. I shall, of course, accompany the message with several sovereigns', added Easton cunningly, being well aware that to a girl of Kate's station even five shillings was a fortune.
'Several s… s… s…?' stammered Kate who hugged the upper sheet to her nicely-rounded breasts.
'But of course, my dear, and you may later send money home if you wish'.
'But I never… ' began Kate, who had little idea in fact as to how she might be going to finish the sentence.
'Oh, you will, you will', Easton replied truthfully and smoothly, whereat Letitia's voice was heard calling him, conveying with it a strain of irritation that he felt it best not to ignore.-'Coming, my dear! Kate, you may rest or you may rise, attire yourself in your new clothes and take tea. Be certain that before you have done the last, a horse rider will be on his way to-er-number five, Saddler's Alley, Spitalfields. Is that right?'
'Sir, yes sir, but… '
'Good girl. We may see you downstairs soon perhaps?'
And with that Easton emerged, not without a mite of trepidation, to find his wife glaring at him.
'Have you seen Ethel? Her bottom is all red. Come!' she said.
It was typical of the oddities of their relationship that she could take charge on such a paltry matter, Easton thought with despair. Uttering a gruff 'What?', he followed her along the corridor where throwing open the door of Ethel's room, their daughter was to be seen sitting with the peignoir still clutched before her, wriggling her bottom and biting her lip simultaneously.
'I t… t… told you, Mama, I fell over and bumped my bottom', Ethel choked.
'Ah, THAT was the sound I heard, dammit. Really, Ethel, you are becoming a most careless girl', intervened Easton swiftly, while Letitia squinted at both, saying, 'I really do not know what is to do'.
'Have Mary fetch some pomade or something, dear', said Easton.
'Oh very well, but I must say that it seems ODD to me. A bump indeed-and why is Bella not up?' Letitia asked, making her exit to the profound relief of Easton at least who then advanced upon Ethel saying softly (albeit also a little quizzically), 'You are a very naughty girl, Ethel'.
'Yes, Papa. I'm sorry, Papa. My bottom stings still', she added in a doleful whisper.
'And shall again, perhaps, but even so…' Easton rather muttered, being uncomfortably aware that they were now conspirators in a sense and that Ethel was still noticing that which Letitia, in her momentary excitement, had failed for once to see.-'You should dress', he said sharply, as though to cover his embarrassment and rather wishing that he had not removed his jacket long before.
'Yes, Papa', answered Ethel dutifully, and added, 'And…'
'Yes, what?' Easton asked. He wanted to turn away, but to do so would indicate that he was thoroughly conscious of his aroused state which was tenting out his trousers like the deuce.
“Th… thank you for not telling Mama', Ethel blurted, at which point she appeared to stumble and fell quite against him while her previously-clutched peignoir floated to the floor.
'Ah!' uttered who had certain reservations about Ethel which were entirely due-or had been-to her too-ready tongue. Unconsciously his hands sought and clasped the pert rear cheeks which quivered hotly to his touch, and thereat Ethel gazed up at him shyly. Her lips were parted. Pearly-white teeth showed and, between them, the pink tip of her tongue. For a delirious moment, Easton felt his hardened stem pulsing against her belly.
'Mary is bringing the pomade', he uttered hastily and loosed himself, turning away awkwardly with the outward thrusting of his erection against the straining cloth of his trousers.
'Yes, Papa', said Ethel, who was trembling deliciously.
She didn't want Mary to bring her anything. She wanted to lie down and finger her spot and remember all that had happened, even though it DID make her bottom sting. But her bottom was all warm and throbbing now, and it felt nice…
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