With a cry, she backed away, but Alice had shifted both feathers to her left hand and rewarded that maneuver with a furious open-handed smack that made Wilhelmina squeal and lunge forward to rub her pussy against Connie’s.
“Now you are going to tell me the truth for once and for all, Wilhelmina,” I ordered. “What actually happened in that orphanage?”
“Oh please, sir, I’m so ashamed, I don’t dare tell you!” Wilhelmina sobbed.
Then she shrieked, and wriggled and tried to jerk herself away, for my stealthy forefinger had crept between the lips of her pussy and was digging inward until I came up against-nothing. Wilhelmina Ponsonby was definitely not a virgin!”
Meanwhile, Alice, quite excited and irate, was applying quick and stinging and noisy smacks to the lovely pale milky cheeks of Wilhelmina’s bottom, driving the young girl forward against my finger, which continued to dig up to the hilt inside her tender tight but definitely unvirgined cunt.
“Oww! Oh dear, oh please, Miss Alice, don’t smack me so hard! I’ll tell you-oh please, sir, take your finger out of there, I want to die of shame-oh, Mrs. Blunt, what must you think of me!” our lovely Willy cried.
But I kept my finger deep inside of her, as I warned her, “If you don’t start to talk at once, I shall have my wife take a birch to your bare posterior, my girl.”
And so she made no further protest over where my finger was, but she looked back frantically over her shoulder to see whether Alice was in reality procuring a birch for her stinging and smarting bottom. Then she sobbed, her face downcast and her head bowed, “I did come from the orphanage, it’s true… but that dreadful man who ran the place… until finally I couldn’t stand it anymore, because the matron was taking me into a cell all the time and giving me the strap or the birch. And so I–I let him h-h-have me… that’s the truth, sir, oh forgive me!”
So that would explain lovely Wilhelmina’s disguise into the more untouchable costume of a male and also her aversion to whipping, to say nothing of her distress when my forefinger had traversed her sheath and found no obstruction to halt its inroads!
“Come now, Alice dear,” I chuckled, “you can see that Wilhelmina is not the naughty undisciplined girl you have always believed her to be. She was a victim of a cruel and lecherous man in an institution to which she was bound by legal decree. If she stole that money, it was only so that she might feed herself and perhaps find some way of reaching London, far from that brute’s clutches. Be tolerant, Alice, and forgive!”
“I will, on condition that Connie tells you who took her cherry,” was Alice’s delightful answer.
“Well, Connie, I’m afraid you’re for it!” I chuckled. “Will you tell me, or must I birch it out of you?”
With this, going to the corner and taking one of the rods out of the brine bucket, I returned to the two naked young beauties who stood there, so close that the tips of their titties were practically brushing together, and who were shivering and squirming in a most naughtily and lubricious manner. Laying the rod across Connie’s lovely milky hips, I demanded sternly, “The truth, Mrs. Blunt! was it your husband who fucked you or did you take a lover on the side?”
With this I gave her a playful swish across the middle of her bottomcheeks, and Connie lunged forward against Wilhelmina, grinding her pussy to her maid’s, while she sobbed, “Oh, Jack, please don’t whip me, I’ll tell you, of course I’ll tell you! It was my husband’s secretary… on our wedding night, my poor husband couldn’t have-well, he couldn’t do it at all, and he tried to hard and he nearly had a heart attack then. And he tried several more nights, and wasn’t any use. And I was getting so terribly nervous and embarrassed, that when I went back to bed I stood out in the hall for a minute, and there came his secretary, a very nice young man with black hair and the most courteous manners in the world. And I pretended that my door was locked and I couldn’t get the key out, and he came to help me, and then he took me to bed and-and that’s how it happened, Jack, and that’s the truth!”
“Why you naughty girl,” Alice giggled, “cheating on your own husband practically the first week of your marriage! Jack, I think that deserves a good bottom-smacking, don’t you?
“I tell you what,” I now proposed. “We shall let both these charming young women make love to each other, while we chastise them to heat their blood. Not cruelly, but in a way that will excite them. You take Wilhelmina, and I shall content myself very readily with Connie.”
And thus is was done. As Alice stood behind Wilhelmina Ponsonby and applied her open palm to the lovely young girl’s squirming bottom and as I, my prick growing harder by the moment, smacked Connie Blunt’s delicious and jouncy bottom till she sobbed and groaned and begged me not to hurt her any longer, each of us felt a yearning for the other, while poor Fanny, who had little to do except watch, was stealthily frigging herself, half-turned away from us and standing in a corner.
Presently it was seen that under my smacks, Connie Blunt began to grind her pussy wildly against her young maid’s, so I called to Alice to redouble her smacks and make the pretty maid share in the fun.
And this Wilhelmina and Connie Blunt came to a new and more tender understanding of each other, and I had no doubt that henceforth the two of them would be inseparable, as indeed they turned out to be…
Now finally I must tell you how it came about that Marion and my wife discovered that each of them had had a share of my affections and that I had not fully lost my taste for Alice’s older sister’s charms.
About a week after Connie and her maid Wilhelmina had gone back to their own special domestic bliss, Marion herself rang our doorbell and appeared in her large hat and elegant frock and cape to call upon us formally as my sister-in-law and to inquire how her dear sister was enjoying the fruits of marriage.
Fanny made tea for all of us, and served it very demurely. I said nothing, except for an occasional polite comment, for I knew that both sisters had much to talk about.
Finally I decided to withdraw to find my pipe, and excused myself. Fanny remained, although she sent amorous glances in my direction. The naughty minx was experiencing, it would appear, a little too much discipline from her mistress, who would not of late let her come to my bed or to share our transports or our secret little love-games, and doubtless felt herself neglected, as against the happy days when I was a bachelor and could solace her without too much scolding from her adorable mistress.
Marion leaned back, glancing at me surreptitiously, as she addressed herself to her sister: “Well, my dear, I sincerely hope that you and Jack are happy. You know that I once stood in the way of such a match, but I can see now from your lovely face that he has been very good to you.”
“Of course he has, Marion! But don’t tell me that you’ve come here hoping that you were right after all,” Alice said somewhat sarcastically.
“Of course not, Alice. I can be a good loser too,” Marion said. I frowned at her, because that was exactly the wrong thing to say.
“Loser?” Alice echoed, then turned to me with a blank expression on her lovely face. “Why, whatever do you mean, Marion? What have you lost?”
“Nothing,” Marion hastily amended, “what I meant was that apparently I have gained a brother-in-law.”
“I don’t quite like your use of the word ‘gained,’ my dear sister,” Alice vexedly declared. “Unless you have completely changed your personality, I can’t understand your now being so sweet to Jack, when you always told me that you detested him.”
“Now, now, my dear,” I thought it best to interpose at this point, “I am sure that Marion has come here in a good forgiving spirit, and I for one am willing to extend to her the hand of friendship and to promise her that she need never fear as to the duration and felicity of our marriage.”
“That’s exactly it, Jack,” Marion eagerly proffered.