“I want to go home!” she whined, this being heard by Pearl who hastened across.
“What nonsense is this?” she demanded merrily. Then, giving me a wink, she reached beneath the divan and drew out a small birch, the bound handle of which was prettily decorated with a blue silk ribbon. “This young lady must be warmed for the feast, and who else to give her bottom pleasure but her Papa? Come, Harold-to your duty.”
“No!” shrieked Elaine, becoming thereupon quite lively, though at the sight of her father rising and advancing with his cock waggling eagerly, she sat up and hid her face. “Oh, Papa, you would not!” she implored, by which time however he had reached one arm beneath her knees and the other under her armpits, so lifting her that Elaine uttered a wild cry and appeared to faint. That she did so was partly to her undoing for she was carried easily enough to a convenient table, at the sight of which she abandoned pretence of swooning and sobbed and kicked to such effect that my uncle, all but persuaded by her, would have put her down had it not been for Pearl.
“None of this, now-put her over!” she cried whereupon the Comte proved his worth yet again by demonstrating that the table was designed for such recalcitrants. Positioning himself to the side of the table as Elaine was lowered from her father's arms, he took one of her wrists and so drew on her arm that she was bent over the further edge, screeching the while that a strap-fitted to the underside-was snapped about her wrist, Roald, acting as his accomplice-saw to the other so that my cousin was as well secured as could be with her toes just touching the floor and her bottom perfectly poised for action.
“No, Papa, no!” Elaine squealed unendingly until Pearl- securing my cousin's gown well up above her hips-afforded her such a resounding smack on her pert nether cheeks as made her howl with outrage and then sob more quietly. Flushed with pleasure, anticipation-and doubtless many other emotions-my uncle then took the little birch from Pearl's hand while we, easing away from the table became enraptured spectators of what was to follow. Save, that is, for a piece of advice that the Comte thought fit to offer.
“Monsieur, if I may so suggest, a dozen firm strokes would be most fitting upon this occasion-the first to be applied from the right-sweeping right across her bottom, the second to be given from the left, and the third coursing a little more lightly up under her bulge. Spare her not, for she will best be brought on to your cock in this way.”
“And time it is for her indeed to be,” murmured Pearl who then began massaging his cock while I attended to Roald's, the pair of them holding us about our waists while we leaned against them and Elaine's sobs and cries of despair echoed all about.
“Oh, Papa, you shame me, you shame me!”
“Take no notice, Harold-the little minx's quim will pout even more appealingly once you have warmed her bottom,” chuckled Pearl. “Let us take to the divans, Arabella, for if we kneel upon them on either side of the table we can then receive our partners' cocks from the rear at the very moment that your uncle presents himself to her.”
“Oh-ho-ho-NO!” sobbed Elaine who looked perfectly adorable, I thought, for her enforced posture showed well the curving lines of her stockinged legs, the pale orb of her bottom, and the coy peeping of her slit beneath.
The marvel was that my uncle did not breach his daughter's offering then and there, for his knob was but twelve inches from it and Elaine's cunny was most succulently poised to receive it. What her real state of mind then was, I would love to have known, for her outward protests counted as nothing to me.
Having taken up postillion at our rears upon the two divans, as Pearl suggested, and all being comfortably if teasingly placed, the feting of Elaine's bottom began the while that the crest of Roald's tool waited menacingly poised towards the cheeks of my derriere.
Tentative in the raising of the birch as my uncle appeared to be, yet the determined first swish that he rained across Elaine's out-thrust orb seemed to presage all the earlier frustrations he had doubtless felt.
“Yooooh!” my cousin screeched. Her hips waggled wildly, her feet teetering this way and that as the spraying twigs sparkled their points of fire into her globe. I was yet to know-though much later-the sensation myself. It burn, it stings., it taunts, causing the bottom to rotate and so offer itself ever more invitingly to the male prong. Should it belay the bottom too hard, then the very purpose is lost, for one cannot sustain too deep a stinging and pleasure at the same time. Of this I thought little at the time, for the pink streaks that began to appear in contrasting hue upon the pale bulb of Elaine's bottom were exciting in the extreme. Twice, thrice, and four times did she howl to the searing strokes, the third of which- coming up beneath her bottom in accordance with the Comte's instructions-caused her to reach beguilingly up on her toes.
“NOOO-NOOO-NOOO, Papa!” screeched my cousin whose wild entreaties appeared to soften his heart, for with that he began to belabour her much more lightly and by instinct appeared to begin to know what might draw her on and what might not. The gritting cries that had sped from her mouth then began as if by magic to diminish.
“Ah, superb-magnifique!-he has learned the trick of it,” murmured the Comte who I swear would rather have birched her himself.
“OOOOH-HAAAR!” came then from Elaine, the pink of her bottom now assuming a slightly deeper hue that made me wonder muchly at the streaks of fire that must be coursing through her. Swish-swish-swish! sounded the birch again, though ever still as light in its application as my uncle had adapted himself to. Afterwards he said that in truth he could not at first bear to birch her bare bottom, but then taking a liking for the sport vowed to himself that it would not be Elaine's last.
Such noises Elaine continued to make as I never could interpret. At one moment she emitted a long hissing sound such as might be expressed by “WHEEEEEE!” At another a bubbling sob would ripple up from her throat, her smooth belly pressing into the edge of the table as the twigs impressed their urging fire into her every crevice. Whether my uncle was counting the dozen she was to receive mattered little to us all, save perhaps my cousin whose cheeks were well pearled with her tears which trickled saltily down to the corners of her mouth.
A surging of remorse that was yet mingled with an excitement of pleasure coursed through me, for I sensed her well to be at the gateway to uncountable desires that the thought of her Papa's rigid cock and swinging balls could not help but evoke.
“NEEE-YNNNNG! Oh, oh, oh, Papa!” she gritted. The sound merged with a sob of waiting pleasure that rose from myself as Roald-who sensed that the divine denouement was at hand-eased apart the springy halfmoons of my derriere and poised the knob of his pestle full against my rosette. I cringed a little. He felt the movement. He grasped my hips, my lips parted in a pretty cry. He was already entering. That which I sustained then was the sensation of a huge piston of rigid flesh and muscle urging itself remorselessly into my bottom. For a moment then I lost view of Elaine for I dropped my head, allowing my somewhat tousled hair to fall in part over my eyes. I gritted out a moan. I tensed my knees, feeling as I did as though all the air were being driven from my lungs as inch by inch he probed within.
“WHOOOO!” I gasped even as Elaine was doing. Afterwards she said that she heard me, yet thought it was but an echo of her own cries. Endeavouring to resist a little, I drew my hips forward only to have them rammed back.
“Arabella! come-you must take it! What a divine bottom you have-what warmth-what tightness! Say I am the first!”
“Ah, yes!” I lied. “Oh, but you must not put it right in!” I moaned, though all by then was lost, or gained. Another thrust of his powerful loins and I received a full five inches of his jouster which throbbed exceedingly in my hot orifice. “HAAAAR!” I heard from Pearl at the same time, for the Comte was putting himself to her in the same wise. The room bleared before my eyes, entertaining as I was the first full manly prick in my bottom. Every vein seemed to impress itself against the sleek walls of my channel. The knob appeared bigger than it had done in my cunny, though doubtless my fevered squeezing made it so. I gritted my teeth. I wanted him.