'Wah-haaaar! Yeh-esss!' Vanessa sobbed as her derriere, plump and rich as it was and ennobled by the deep furrow between the ardent cheeks, was again invaded by seeking flames. Hissing through her nose as she endeavoured to contain the fiery tongues that seeped through her glorious globe and sought her every crevice, Vanessa cupped her face in her hands, feeling the thickly-sprouting hairs of her love-pouch brushing against the edge of the quilt with every succeeding stroke that caused her hips to jerk.
'No! I can't, I can't!' she blubbered wildly, though in answer to nothing.
'But you have, Miss Markham, and shall again', opined the Vicar, causing the tawse to slap-smack smartly into her burning orb, for though nothing explicit had been stated in that brief exchange, he knew well enough what Vanessa meant and knew, too, that she knew, even though the precise words would have then been beyond the range of modest expression for her.
'Yow-wer! Doh-on't!' came piteously and pleadingly from her, fingertips pressed against her forehead as the relentless leather again took its toll of her hitherto almost unstriped bottom.
'You will say YES, Miss Markham-yes! — for that is what I wish to hear from you. Let me hear you say it now, girl!'
'Cah-ha-an't-I can't-I mustn't! yee-eee-eeek! Oh, please no, I can't bear it!'
'You will indeed be saying that, my dear, if I continue this much longer, and that I intend to do'. sra-aaaack! cra-aaaack! SPLATT!
By then, as might well be imagined, Vanessa's bottom had assumed a hue of deep pink-verging indeed towards red. But her piteous sobs, her wails, her beseeching cries were utterly unavailing in that moment, as she was to learn. Twice she had been urged-almost by Mary as much as by her own sudden desires-to push through one barrier, and now the lewd cleric was pressing her to break another. Stubborn as Vanessa was and always had been when the Priapus threatened her, she tried now to continue to be,
tears pearling down her cheeks, and grimacing into her cupped hands while her hips rotated and swirled to the implacable urging of the tawse and the invasive heat it produced in her bottom and loins.
Accustomed as he was to such, the Vicar waited with rearing and exposed prick for that breaking point which he knew must come. The tawse swept slowly-once, twice, thrice more, imposing its sharp slap-smacking authority into Vanessa's rich buttocks until at last came her pleading, sobbing, half-shamed and yet equally half-excited cry of 'Yes!'
Chapter Five
Upon the fading of her cry there came to Vanessa's ears two sounds. The first was that of the tawse flopping to the carpet. The other was the equally unmistakable one of the Vicar thrusting down his trousers.
'No, please, don't', came her whimper thereupon, but that was as equally expected by the Vicar as was her surrender. In such circumstances the lecherous gentleman knew that there could be no sensuous preliminaries other than those he had afforded her and that the smooth effecting of his immediate desires was imperative.
'Legs-bottom', he uttered tonelessly just as he had done before and therewith clamped Vanessa's hips firmly on either side with his broad hands and nubbed the glowing crest of his charger up beneath the seared orb of her bottom to brush against the curls and the rolled lips of her quim.
A choking sound escaped Vanessa at that first contact and her hips would have proved evasive had he not held them still. The bulb of his cock feeling so swollen and warm, an eagerness for it seized her as much as did a sense of apprehension.
'Be still, girl! Hold your bottom up!' growled the Vicar who took an insensate pleasure in ploughing a female for the first time when her bottom felt nigh-bursting with heat.
'Whoooo!' came then Vanessa's moan, for with that the ruddy, purple-headed shaft commenced sleeking a path between the clinging walls of her nest, probing within inch by inch and-as it gained entry-causing Vanessa to wriggle madly against the steadying of his strong hands, albeit in vain. Having sheathed four inches of his throbbing prick and finding her love cavern juicy and receptive, the Vicar had no difficulty in stirring his pestle while he now leaned his weight more over her back and transferred his grasp from the superbly-curved hips to the pendant gourds of her tits whose hardened nipples bespoke well for Vanessa's otherwise hidden state of excitement.
Torrid words of desire flooded the mind of the Vicar in those moments of sensual ecstasy. Uttering a few uncontrollable groans, he tensed himself for a moment that was as self-teasing as it was satisfying for both, and then with a grunt sheathed his stiff pego to the full within Vanessa's lusciously-enfolding sheath.
Even so, the Reverend Percival Jubstone knew better than to be too crudely expressive in speech in the first fucking of a young woman, or indeed an even younger girl, after attending to her bottom. Erotic discipline, as he understood it, was best applied in commanding silence which the female would do well to learn when she was being mastered as Vanessa then was.
Nor did Vanessa thereafter struggle. Such squirmings of her seared bottom as made of it a hot ball of flesh into his belly offered signs of oncoming pleasure rather than resistance. Her head still being bowed and her face hidden, the Vicar then continued caressing her brown stiff nipples with one hand while passing the other tightly under her chin and forcing her to look up bleary-eyed at the flowered paper on her bedroom wall while his pulsing cock began easing a passage back and forth in her quim.
The Vicar prided himself on the fact that he never forgot the essentials of a disciplinary posture for a young woman whose bottom has been surrendered to the fire of birch or strap or cane. The posture of the supplicant must be correct and, if necessary, she must be correctly held. Above all, the face must not be buried in seeming dire shame or embarrassment but must be made to face forward, mouth open as it often was in expressive wonder of mingling surprise and desire.
As for Vanessa herself, the fires of lust had already begun to blaze in her despite her previous uncertainties and apprehensions. Hissing through her finely-curved nostrils, she felt herself spraying deliriously as the implacable shunting back and forth of the Vicar's cock took its lubricious toll of her, yet she retained her silence for a different reason from the Vicar, which is to say from a reason of pride.
Feeling the additional lubrication that her emissions produced, the Vicar grimaced pleasurably, causing her hot bottom to smack hard against him again and again as he worked his sturdy shaft whose veins Vanessa could feel pulsing within her clenching maw. Both breathed heavily, and although the small, rebellious movements of her face had at first been fretful against the gliding of his hand beneath her proud chin, Vanessa made no real attempt to dip her head.
She received, she accepted, feeling a sense of awe and excitement in his lewd authority over her, and even occasionally-and as if secretively-pressing her sparkling bum-cheeks into him. Mewing faintly, she entered a second and a third whirlpool of orgasmic pleasure, creaming the bedcover beneath her and even delirously sprinkling the Vicar's balls as they swung beneath her avid cunny.
Feeling this, his own grunts of pleasure increased, though still he contained himself in approving silence. Ceasing to caress her swollen titties, he passed his free hand around the fronts of her full thighs, uttered a low moan of animal-like pleasure, embedded himself to the root and loosed the long thick shots of his curdling sperm into Vanessa's blissfully-squeezing slit.
'Mmmmmmm!' Vanessa whimpered, though allowing no other sound to pass her lips as she felt the powerful shoots bubbling and coursing within her receptive maw. Threshing his powerful penis then, the Vicar pumped her vigourously, releasing all the pent-up energy in his balls until the last thick pearls dripped out within.