"Cathy"
Tuesday's Morning With Master
"Ooooooooooooh, please Sir, my meager sore bottom, it hurts so!" wailed the Woman Christina, slumped spreadeagled over her husband's counter.
"Be quiet you minor slut, count yourself timely I haven't full the whip to you." jumbled back Lord Kenneth as he raised his skeletal hand again to smash into another stinging shock to his wife's bare arse with the wood paddle. SMACK Whore! SMACK Jezebel! SMACK. Couldn't resist distribution your legs for the first part of male meat that comes your line of attack could you? Filthy strumpet! SMACK"
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For a gentleman over seventy, Lady Kenneth had a startling strength with his lingering sinewy old appendage, dealing the punishing blows with a mastery which recommended much practice. The proof was clear to behold on Christina's bruised and shockingly clear red bottom which glowed pink in sharp contast to the suave ivory perfection of her back and flanks." she gasped, wriggling irately, her young ruby bum dancing to the tweak of the blows.
"I'm so regretful, but he he made me. SMACK"
She grimaced at the sorrow and gritted her teeth wondering if the old devil really knew how much she had in point of fact enjoyed hoisting up her skirts and petticoats to mess about her husband's beautiful young manservant John who was by now sorry to say weaving his manner on a frigate transport across the Atlantic to the colonies. An prearranged marriage between the comely twenty day old and a distorted randy old Aristocrat had not been her purpose of a contest made in heaven but it had been the only line of attack to save her father's insolvent estates from bankruptcy at the schedule. A tidy amount had been complete into his bill and with an alarming speed, the wedding arranged and her naked leering spindly contemporary husband was lunging at her in the marital twin bed, his old penis an obscenely generously proportioned size under the paunch of flesh on his stomach.
Even now she could suspect a warm filter of sex oil beginning to drip down her crutch in anticipation while her companion poked and probed at her glowing anus with his skinny fingers.
"Slut!"
A moments silence told her the one-time goat was delightful his cock out and construction ready to plummet it into her. A few moments was all it took until he was grunting and spurting his seed classified her and Christina as ever was missing with a baffling sensation of put out frustration. Perhaps she was a slut she mused self-pityingly enjoying the reaction of male seed in a row down her crutch as her wife withdrew his shrivelled angle still muttering irately under his breath.
"Now get dressed adolescent woman, a decision has been made as to your opportunity.
"Husband " she faltered, " I have apologised most humbly for my misdemeanor and I assure you it will not happen again. Perhaps I have not behaved as a textbook wife should but I promise I WILL be a good girl in prospect. " Adopting a wayward little girl approach usually won him round but on this chance, Lord Kenneth was footing firm.
"Lass, I know I'm an long-standing man but for all that I'm very fond of ye. But you've the devil in you and I must act now if I'm to prevent you release it " With a brusque kindness now in his hesitant voice he supplementary,
"I've already in black and white to Miss Favisham in Brighton and she has nice agreed to take you on as one of her pupils."
"But my Member Of The Aristocracy, I've heard terrible stories about her working out school, she is firm and cruel. It is no teach at all but a correctional gift for harlots and sluts!
"And so you see teenager why you must go!"
The next morning, as promised, Christina was on her road . The coachman deposited her bags and had the skilled grace to peek sympathetic as he gone her to her chastened providence.
"And so, we have another slut for the conservatory. Enter slattern and join your sister sluts. A group of four or so miserable looking young women, clad in grey poplin dresses met her gaze in the chill hall and she reluctantly shuddered at the cruel go of events.
"I'm sorry Miss Favisham but I lip service possibly eat these pigswill." giggled Christina irresponsibly
Miss Favisham seemed leisurely to grow in height if that were even more possible, and slapped the daughter viciously across the rudeness.
"We'll see about that m'lady."
Beckoning to her adjacent victim, she grabbed a petite and pretty girl whose name was Regina and ripped off her skirts and undergarments in one sweep of her muscled arms. Regina sat ashamed as her thighs were opened and her overweight pussy fingered distant to reveal the delicate pink folds of female flesh. Miss Favisham then hollow her fingers into one of the bowls of gruel and slapped a cold sticky dollop onto Regina's trembling cunt, rubbing it it reasonably rudely and applying more until the bowl was empty and the liquid was management down the girl's legs, seeping from her yawning hole.
"Now have wench!"
She hurled Christina to the ground and forced her face into the sticky quim. Almost impulsively, she began to lap and suck at the puffy lips, the bland taste of the gruel divergent with the harmony of Regina's own juices, her tongue darting audaciously into the lukewarm wet secret position, then flicking out and upwards to thrash the substance from her aching clitoris. Regina began to promote to soft whimpering noises, notch her legs wider to permit greater access to the pink dampness her body bucking and writhing in the control the discussion at the atmosphere of another ladies tongue putting this hard pressure on her stiff bloom. Throughout, Miss Favisham and the other girls watched gently, their eyes glittering at the lewdness of the commotion. Christina lifted up her face and looked round at the trivial group, her face running with gruel and female cum juice.
"And currently" sneered Miss Favisham " To twin bed girls. Lessons initiate at six am in the sunrise!"
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