If Miss Martin had undergone a transformation of sorts, so too had Letitia. Easton's murmured apologies, on rejoining her in bed, that he had dismissed Miss Martin from Kate's room and then availed himself of a drink neither persuaded her of their truth nor amused her. Contrariwise, she had toyed with herself to such effect in his absence that she had come several times and was exhausted. Hence, to Easton's relief, she pretended to be asleep, leaving him time to mull over the pleasures of Miss Martin's complete and surprising submission to his will.
What a bum, what flexible hips, what voluptuous expertise, he told himself smugly, being convinced that he was solely responsible for the arousal of her desires and having really no idea that the lady had but been reviving old memories in a pleasurable atmosphere.
Much silent pondering thus occurred upon the awakening of the household the next morning, and indeed to a point wherein an atmosphere of caution appeared to hold sway, ripe with promise as it seemed to Easton. Several times he endeavoured with almost comical, silent gestures to induce Miss Martin into his study, but to his profound annoyance she appeared to be absentmindedly unaware of his presence, or else looked through him as if her mind were on other things.
At this, Easton's frustration took an edge. Letitia herself seemed not so much distant as vague which both mollified but disturbed him, for she failed to ask him what had passed the night before in Kate's room. Outwardly, she gave no signs of suspicion about the latter, though she and Miss Martin appeared guarded in each other's presence.
In part, it must be said, all this was due to the seemingly sweet innocence of Kate to whom Letitia had much taken. Once the mind is disturbed by certain things, it will fasten with equal irritation on others-this being often enough referred to in certain quarters as 'kicking the cat'. Thus while Letitia was resentful of her husband's failure to pleasure her, her silent wrath turned equally on Miss Martin whom she saw as a prime mover in all. Irritation, too, with herself at the submissive part she played in the many wickednesses of Easton's plans vis-a-vis young girls, had a great part in her mood that day. On the other hand, and as if in recompense, she lavished a quiet affection upon Kate and had begun to resolve that Easton would not mount the girl as he obviously intended to.
Such is the web of thought that certain incidents can weave. As she saw it, Letitia had been abandoned in her bed for another even though she had gone willingly to Johnson at her husband's behest. Combined with all such were Letitia's thoughts about Miss Martin, a beautiful and curious creature who in the two years of her being domiciled with them as governess had caused Letitia to feel a strange combination of fear and desire.
It was true, as Easton had suspected, that Letitia had put herself thrice to Miss Martin's tongue and each time on an occasion when Mary had been assisting Letitia to change her attire.
'I will see to the Mistress', Miss Martin had said, by which time Letitia's charms were covered by no more than a brief corsellette. Letitia had never submitted her cunny to another woman's tongue before, but Miss Martin had persuaded her to do so very skillfully and gently.
'What a lovely woman you are. You are wasted on him', Miss Martin had said, her fingertips floating sensuously around Letitia's jutting, naked bottom.
'Really, you should not say such', Letitia had expostulated, though feeling a little faint with desire at the flirting caresses she also received under her cunny, and the which were infinitely more sensuous and arousing than those she had received from males. Indeed, so excited had Letitia become that she had cried a little and mewed and wriggled while Miss Martin's spidery fingers had continued arousing her and her soft voice had murmured many wicked things in her ears.
'Only your divine bottom should be surrendered to the male. Your pouting cunt, sweetly nestling as it does amid such alluring thicket of curls, should be for the attention only of the female tongue. Let me show you. Stand against the wall with your legs straight and apart that I may adore you. Hush, do not make a sound lest Mary hears'.
'I do not want to!' Letitia had whimpered helplessly, but the fervent caresses, the sucking of Miss Martin's lips upon her extended nipples, had rendered her as weak as a doll.
'What a lovely desirable young girl you must have been. How often were you fucked? Oh that I had only known you then and made you my own', Miss Martin had murmured in romantic vein while passing her hands up beneath Letitia's armpits and manoeuvring her flat against the wall, slapping her thighs to make her open them the while that Letitia whimpered fretfully.
With voluptuous eccentricity, Miss Martin had then dropped to her knees so that the tip of her nose brushed and tickled Letitia's bare belly. While Letitia quivered, bit her lip and blushed much as a girl would have done, she had been made to place her palms flat against the wall and to rise up on tiptoe, thus allowing Miss Martin's luring, warm wet tongue to assail the rolled lips of her quim.
Legs trembling, Letitia had several times tried to rest down upon her heels, but each time had been 'reprimanded' and told sharply, 'No!' With many gurglings of wonder and delight, Letitia-ever straining up and endeavouring to hold her legs stiff-had finally sprinkled again and again her salty, creamy effusions over the younger woman's steadily-lapping tongue until in the end she had staggered across to the bed and flung herself weakly upon it, hearing die voice of Miss Martin saying, 'I will attend to you shortly again'.
On many occasions thereafter, Letitia had seen to the locking of her door whenever she was dressing, and had warned Bella to do such each night, deeming Ethel too young for such adventures.
Beneath all this strange jigsaw of events were the 'favours' that Easton received for his introduction of attractive young maidens to certain of his acquaintances-and theirs in turn-these often taking the form of rather special birthday and seasonal gifts. It being deemed imprudent and even dashed ungentlemanly for money to pass, such donations frequently came in the form of cases of rare wines, a good steed, the refurbishing of carriages and such. Even, on one occasion, a small carriage of which Letitia-as with some other 'gifts'-had taken possession.
Thus she had become-sometimes a little ruefully-a benefactor of Easton's 'amusements', as he was sometimes wont to call them. Disarmingly, he was also able to point to the fact that no young lady who had come under his benefactory attentions had ever suffered thereby, and that all had ended up better off than they would ever otherwise have been.
Had Letitia stopped to analyse that matter in respect of Kate, she would probably have come to the same conclusion in her case. Resentfulness was, however, uppermost in her, and so in the ensuing hours she took Kate under her wing and tried to keep her to herself, even endeavouring tactfully to improve the sweet girl's diction.
'Oh, really, m'am, you shouldn't bovver', Kate said several times when little things were done for her.
'You mean bother, don't you, Kate', Letitia said gently, and at one such point Miss Martin had entered the drawing room and remarked, 'How prettily Miss Kate's lips come forward and pout when she says bovver.
'Really, Miss Martin, we are talking', Letitia had reproved her sharply, and to her great satisfaction, so that the governess shrugged, tossed her head a little and went out, not being undisturbed herself after what had passed the night before and being in that curious state in which she wished to take vengeance on someone insofar as she had been pleasured rather against her firm intentions, but pleasured she had been.
In such a mood, it had been on the tip of her tongue to say something very lightly suggestive about Kate to Letitia, in order perhaps that she might stir something up-such being the curious wendings of the female mind. Thwarted in that by Letitia's curt dismissal of her, Miss Martin made her way ruefully upstairs where, hearing voices from within Easton's study, she paused and listened.
Ethel it was who had entered that abode to ask her Papa if she might have a few sheets of paper on which to draw. Her faint breathlessness upon expressing the request was such as persuaded Easton that it was not perhaps her sole mission. Bella had gone out riding that morning with a neighbouring young couple whose intentions Easton suspected, though rather from instinct man on any factual grounds. They were 'smooth', he thought resentfully and not without a tinge of jealousy lest Bella first surrender her plump cunny to a throbber other than his own.
Thus he felt at first a trifle annoyed at the innocent intrusion of Ethel upon his thoughts, despite the fact that the innocence had already been frayed, to say the least.
'Come here, Ether, said he in a gruff tone to hide his rather mixed emotions. As she edged towards him around his desk, he took her warm hand and drew her to his side while Ethel gazed coyly down at the carpet.-'Does your bottom still sting?' he asked.
'A little bit, yes, Papa', replied Ethel who was wont to put on a babyish voice when questioned in such quiet surroundings as they momentarily had.
'Here?' asked Easton who-utterly without thought, it must be said-then passed his free hand up beneath her skirts to fondle her pretty legs which that morning were sheathed in patterned grey stockings.
'S… s… sort of, stammered Ethel who wriggled as his hand rose higher to explore the emergent, creamy skin above her stocking tops. A mutinous little movement of her slim form was prevented by the clutching of his larger hand around her own.
'Or higher?' asked Easton with something of a quiver in his voice as his fingers then attained to the apple-round bottom which was very lightly attired in a pair of cotton drawers.
'Mmmm… ' Ethel murmured and bit her lip with suppressed excitement the while that his palm passed caressingly around her pert globe. The loops of her skirts lay then upon his forearm and Easton gazed fondly down behind her at the twin columns of her revealed thighs and shapely calves.
'You realise that I may have to spank you again?' asked Easton somewhat throatily. His hand passed under Ethel's proud young derriere, bring a small squeak from her. Through the cotton, the lustrous, creamy-smooth skin yielded itself not unwillingly to the cupping of his palm and-as it seemed to Easton-even furtively pressed into it.
'Yeth', Ethel lisped, though she could hardly breathe. The fingers that assailed her tugged speculatively at the ties of her drawers which began to sag.
“Perhaps even now-for your naughtiness', croaked Easton who by a sly and persuasive turn of his wrist had groped inside the back of her knickers, causing them to descend until, by lifting her skirts more at the rear, he could see the tight cleft between her chubby nether cheeks.
Ethel's pretty face was more deeply flushed now. Her lips parted prettily. She knew it was very naughty and that it was awful to be spanked. But afterwards when her bottom was all hot and throbbing it had felt nice and she had wanted to be kissed and cuddled and have her glowing orb held. Bella was naughty. She knew Bella was naughty. His forefinger was gently tickling her right between her closely rolled bottom cheeks and it was hard to keep still.
'Well, Ethel? I have to warm you first for your spanking, do I not?' Easton was asking. His fingertip moved further inwards, bringing another thin squeak from her.
'Yeh-ess, Papa', assented Ethel breathlessly. Her bottom then moved impulsively to the insidious caress, for she could not help herself. Her hand released at last, she felt his own free one smooth up the silky insides of her thighs, persuading them apart as far as die confines of her half-fallen drawers would allow. Rushed and trembling with expectancy, Ethel stared blindly at the door on the outside handle of which, unknown to both, Miss Martin had quietly put her hand.
'DOOO-WOOOH!' Ethel blurted, for while one fingertip pressed suggestively at the brown-rimmed aperture between her bottom cheeks, so another lightly brushed upwards to her equally tight cunnylips where a dew of moisture conveyed itself to his touch.
'Your disciplinary periods, Ethel, will henceforth be regular. I shall require you to remove your knickers and your dress and to bend… ' Easton had begun to say with such quivering solemnity as he could gather when the doorhandle turned.
Not unnaturally, it was the very one that Easton had not oiled, for he needed warnings of invasions. Thus, as the first squeak of its slow turning sounded, a veritable flurrying of activities occurred.
'OOOH-WER!' gasped Ethel who bent and pulled her drawers up faster than she had ever done in her young life, while Easton haplessly swivelled round to his desk and had just managed to snatch up a pen when Miss Martin entered.
'I wish to speak to you, Ethel. You have not yet begun your readings in English literature', she announced stiffly, awarding no look whatever to Easton who was much thankful for that fact.
'Oh yes!' Ethel uttered as if she had just remembered the selfsame thing. Aware that her drawers were about to fall again if she were not careful, she made her way with ludicrous awkwardness forward and preceded Miss Martin out, the door then closing, and Easton swearing silently that he would forever after follow the example of Bella and lock his door. Besides, his prick was throbbing like the devil, as little-or so he told himself-as he had anticipated such events.
'We will go into Bella's room. We shall not be disturbed there', Miss Martin was saying firmly to Ethel whom she ushered briskly along the passageway.
'Oh!' Ethel said and clutched surreptitiously at her drawers through her dress which fortunately for her was thin enough for such to be done.
Once inside, while Ethel stood in some quivering frustration herself, Miss Martin turned the key and guided the errant young lady to the bed where Ethel thankfully sat upon her creased-up knickers.
'Are you being naughty, Ethel?' Miss Martin asked softly, placing one arm around the girl's shoulders.
'Oh no! No, really, Miss Martin, I… GLMMMMPH!' choked Ethel who was thereupon swiftly borne down upon her back, leaving her legs dangling over the side of die bed.
'But almost naughty, have you not?' Miss Martin purred, running her little finger along Ethel's lower lip while Ethel lay bemused.-'Are your drawers undone?' Miss Martin then asked. Before Ethel could reply she had swooped her left hand beneath her skirts and found the crumpling that she knew she would find. So much so, in fact, that the waistband had by then again looped itself below the sweet Venus mound that swiftly became a readily-moist prey to Miss Martin's fingers.
'Oho, you mustn't!' sobbed Ethel, though not without a somewhat eager break in her voice.
'Shush now! You are going to tell me, Ethel, just how naughty you have been, are you not?' came Miss Martin's cooing tones and, therewith, a lascivious movement of her fingertip circling around Ethel's perky spot.
'DOOO-DOOO-DOOO!' Ethel stuttered just as she had been doing moments before in the study.
'And you will tell me everydu'ng, darling, won't you- right from die beginning, eh?' Miss Martin urged. Her wrist, being even more supple than Easton's, and Ethel's legs being usefully slumped, that undoubtedly busy part of her underwear was quickly strung around her ankles the while that Miss Martin's seductive tongue lured a path between Ethel's half-open lips.-'Have you been spanked, Ethel?' asked Miss Martin who had in fact gathered that tidbit of information from Kate the night before.
'BLUB!' choked Ethel who was by then being tickled and tongued with a vengeance.
'You have, have you not? Come, you may tell me, for I shall tell no one else', Miss Martin uttered throatily amid the moistest of kisses on Ethel's lax mouth.
'Yeth!' Ethel responded helplessly. Her hips bucked and she knew she was going to come now. All that lovely creamy-tingling feeling had started before Miss Martin had interrupted and her cunny was bubbling with desire.
'And just now? Tell me exactly what that naughty man was doing, Ethel. Come on now. You will tell me, won't you?'
'GOOO-GOOO!' uttered Ethel who parted her legs as much as the binding of her drawers around her ankles would allow. Indeed, perceiving her eagerness and that she was on the point of a blissful explosion, Miss Martin slid down and rapidly removed them completely before casting herself half upon the delirious girl again, raising her own skirts in the process so that her stockinged thighs rubbed sensuously against Ethel's. At that, Ethel's teeth chattered and her fingernails dug deeply into the woman's arms. Her back arched, a little shrill cry of pleasure escaped her, and then her salty dew inundated Miss Martin's urging finger before she slumped again and turned her flushed face dreamily to one side, there to have her velvety cheek assailed by more kisses.
'Now you will tell me, won't you, while I make you come again, darling', Miss Martin breathed. For a solemn moment a silence reigned and then Ethel's lips parted stickily.
'He… he took my d… d… drawers down', she whispered as though it were a way of praising herself.
'Yes, Ethel-go on', urged Miss Martin, bringing the girl's yielding mouth once more under the butterfly touches of her own. Her seeking finger below purred a path again between Ethel's sultry lovelips and the girl moaned and clutched at her, words pouring less hesitantly from her, just as Miss Martin knew they would.
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