Her only desire in that moment being to escape, and with her full titties bobbing their appealing brown nipples freely, Mabel burned with a wobbling 'Oh!' and in several steps succeeded in bending to retrieve the key. Such however being the moment that Vanessa desired, she moved far more swiftly than the girl whose bottom was pointing up to both. Seizing Mabel's waist and ringing it tightly, she afforded the girl's noble young orb three stinging smacks that so made themselves felt-so tingled and burned into her luscious halfmoons-that Mabel squealed and wriggled like a schoolgirl, finally falling forward onto her face and squirming her rump all about as though she were endeavouring to swim.
'You have the key. Get up, Mabel-UP!' intoned Vanessa.
Drawing herself back onto her knees and then shamefacedly scrambling to her feet with the freed globes of her marbled breasts jiggling, Mabel uttered a cry of seeming despair and staggered to the door, endeavouring to fumble the key into the lock even as Vanessa's voice caught her again like a whiplash.
'Mabel! You realise that I shall have to cane you later, do you not? Answer me, girl!'
Awestruck and gulping, Mabel swung her head to meet Vanessa's eyes.
'Well?' came the stern demand.
Sobbing, choking and stammering, there came from Mabel a drawn-out sound that much resembled 'Yes'.
'And you will know why, Mabel? Do not pass though that door until you have answered me correctly'.
Spellbound in that extraordinary moment as she appeared to be, and with her fingers trembling on the doorhandle, Mabel appeared to hold her breath for a long moment, her head hung. The whispered word that was finally emitted from her lips scarcely reached the ears of her two listeners and brought Vanessa to demand that she repeat it.
'I said… I said, yes…oh!' Mabel choked and, turning the key, fled.
'My goodness!' Eric exclaimed.
'Your goodness, if such you can call it-and well it may be if put to a proper purpose-is displaying itself remarkably well', observed Vanessa, looking pointedly down at the erection that was thrusting up his trouser-front and which Mabel, too, could not have failed to see.
'You really mean to cane her? When?'
'Impatience?' Vanessa laughed, 'There is no other way now, my dear, and well she knows it. Her lovely bottom cheeks will ripple and tighten all day at the thought of what is to be. She will wriggle hotly enough for you when you put your poker up'.
'You believe that to be possible? Tonight?'
'Possible?' riposted Vanessa, floating to the door. 'Keep your cock stiff for her, my dear, for I ordain it!'
Chapter Nineteen
In the dreamy, clouded state in which she lay, Susan stirred restlessly, rolling her noble, bared bottom on the silky surface of the sofa. Sublime sensations surrounded and filled the furred slit where the Vicar's long tongue had so remorselessly licked that her salty spills of love dew had already issued thrice, producing a patch of dampness where she reclined.
Limp as a doll, she allowed herself to be turned over, feeling as if she were rolling endlessly through space. Clasping her lithe, slim form by her naked hips, her uncle drew her slowly back, so manoeuvring and raising her by slow degrees that the elegantly-formed maiden was brought to drape herself in readiness over the thicked, rolled arm of the sofa, her derriere perfectly poised for an assault.
How to instill in her a variety of sensations that her mind and body would retain fascinated Percy. Parting her long legs so that the clip of her slit showed its figlike form beneath her bottom's chubby cheeks, he accorded both a light smack that made his palm delight in the resilience of those demi-orbs.
A squeak emanated from Susan, but no more than that. Trailing one digit up between her pale halfmoons, he circled the tip of it around her puckered hole which offered such a delicious tightness to the intended intrusion of his prick.
Another smack, this time across her bottom, and this time producing a soft and appealing 'Ooh!' which caused Percy to nod his head approvingly. In her sublime state of somnolence and revealment, the tawse would now be appropriate, though not applied too strongly or it might awaken her. Retreating momentarily, he acquired his leather friend together with a small pot of unguent. From the latter he smeared his first finger and — holding the chubby cheeks of her bottom apart-applied the oily substance around the rim of her rosehole and, at the same time, working some within, this causing Susan to wriggle her hips agreeably.
'Your anointment, my angel', Percy uttered quietly and therewith brought the tawse slap-crack across her offered peach.
'Thoooo!' uttered Susan dreamily. She was dimly aware of a stinging sensation at first, but no more than that, for the tawse was evenly supplied, but with a medium stroke, producing a first light flush on the ivory hemispheres.
Thereupon Percy waited, for he wanted her to absorb this completely new feeling. Some twenty seconds passed before he applied the next. The fleshy, slap-smacking sound pleased him, as it always did when attending upon young ladies. Besides, she had a superb bum and with due training could become a regular recipient of his lascivious intentions. Together with her Mama, perhaps. That would be infinitely amusing-a completely new experience.
At that thought Percy's intentions began to rage more fiercely, for once a man has certain ideas in his mind he can never forget them.
Cra-aaaack! sounded the tawse, and harder than he had meant to apply it, but the excitement of anticipation was uppermost in him.
Susan's nether cheeks reddened under the stinging stroke. Her arms moved restlessly, her hips churned. A greater awareness stole through her of a sensation of stinging and of heat in her bottom. Slender tongues of fire licked between her halfmoons, producing a hot feeling in her nether hole and even causing her succulent slit to moisten.
Noticing that the movements of both her torso and her hips were increasing, Percy ceased his applications of the tawse and dipped an exploratory finger under the sticky slit which his niece offered so blatantly to his view. Yes-there was the expected, slight exudation there: a most promising sign. Moving to the side of her prone form, he bent and turned her flushed face in his direction, falling to his knees and bringing his lips to brush her own lax ones.
Susan's long eyelashes fluttered still. Her eyelids felt too heavy to open completely. The drawing room was seen as in a hazy dream. A tongue licked along her lips-protruded into her mouth. A voice, husky and deep, sounded in her ear.
'Strap, bottom and prick, Susan. Say it after me'.
'St… st… bot, bot, bot', Susan stammered thickly, for the words were like glue in her mouth.
'Learning. You are learning. Repeat that you are learning, Susan'.
'L… l… learning'. Heavy and drowsy her voice. Her tongue was limp to his own but would soon awaken, Percy thought.
'Good girls obey, Susan. Repeat after me, good girls obey'.
'Goo girls, goo girls'.
'What do good girls do, Susan?'
"Bey… Obey'.
'Yes, my dear. Uncle is going to put you to his cock now. Be good. Lie still. Hold your bottom up'.
'Hold…', Susan echoed, her voice sounding hollow.
Percy rose again and moved behind her. Hands caressed Susan's bottom then, causing her hips to roll more agreeably. Fingers sprang her springy cheeks apart, exposing that which she had never thought to expose to man or woman. The unguent that Percy had previously supplied glistened in waiting around her puckered aperture.
Penis erect and head glowing, he thrust his trousers down beyond his knees and gently applied the fiery crest so that its tip nestled against Susan's untried bumhole. At its touch her hips jerked a little, whereat Percy withdrew, moistened the head of his charger with saliva and then unhesitatingly entered it but just an inch within the warm and exquisitely tight hole, this bringing another jerk of his niece's body and a low murmur from her lips.