SERVITUDE
A dark tale set in England during the 1930’s

BY DICKINS
dickins22@hotmail.com

This story is a work of erotic fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination or are used here fictitiously. Any resemblance to real events, locals or any persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

It’s the 1930’s and life is very hard. Doctor John Reynolds worries about the young and takes the prettiest girls from the village into service, giving them a trade and training them to be good, obedient and willing girls. However, when they are older and past the age he likes best, he sells them on to rich young gentlemen from the city.

Doctor John Reynolds rose from his desk to look out of the window. It was January 1932 and the weather seemed to have joined with the Banks and Politicians to make it as bad for the working class as possible.

It was bleak outside, with snow having fallen for the third day in a row and the temperature rarely rising above zero. Seven patients had died this month already, and he knew that number would double unless the weather improved.

The middle aged doctor filled his pipe with tobacco and then moved to the warming fire to light it with a long wax taper he kept there for that very purpose. On the mantel, the old Georgian clock ticked away the seconds as he pulled his pocket watch out of his waistcoat and flicked open the silver casing to check the time.

As always, it kept good time. The inside cover, distorted by the fine engraving, reflected his moustached face, lean jaws and grey eyes. It read, ‘To John Reynolds, Forever in your Debt, 1918,’ and was a gift from Sir Harry Fellows, Captain of the 43rd Lancers, whom John had pulled to safety, his right leg in tatters after an assault on the German line at the Somme went terribly wrong.

Those times had been hard, but now his patients were facing massive unemployment and terrible poverty. If he had thought the problem to be a local one that had been dispelled by a recent visit to London where he attended the Royal College of Surgeons and heard a lecture on the affects of malnutrition amongst children and adolescents.

Apart from his stint at the trenches of the Somme and his student days at the Royal College, he had seldom set foot outside the small village he lived in, deep in the Cotswolds. It saddened him to think that his young female patients could be suffering from malnutrition and strived to do all he could to help them.

Brought up in a staunchly liberal family, he was gradually becoming a socialist. To those who knew him well, and it was a small group that did, that statement said more about how deep his concerns were than anything else he could have said.

John puffed on his pipe, enjoying the aromatic tobacco that he had posted regularly to him from a London tobacconist, and watched the comings and goings in the snow-covered street. The house stood well away from other dwellings but was in a perfect location for a doctor's surgery; an Edwardian fronted stone building with a garden at the front and an orchard and small kitchen garden to the rear.

As he stood looking out of the window, he watched as Mrs Dawes and her daughter came towards the house. He consulted his watch before sadly having to put away his pipe and sat back down at his desk in anticipation of their arrival.

There was a soft knock on the surgery door and Amy stepped quietly forward, wearing a crisply starched white apron and a little cotton cap. She curtsied with her face downcast before softly announcing that Mrs Dawes and her daughter were waiting to consult with him.

“Thank you Amy! Send them in please,” he said.

Doctor Reynolds had only recently acquired Amy. She had been employed for the last three months as a maid but she was now well trained in her new role. She smiled at the nervous child as her mother coaxed her into the surgery.

“Good Afternoon doctor! Thank you for seeing us,” Mrs Dawes said, as she slipped off her daughter’s coat so that the doctor would be able to get a more favourable look at the child. Amy curtsied again then quietly shut the door behind her.

“It's no problem,” he told her, standing and going round his desk to offer her a seat by the fire. “Come and sit on the fireside rug,” he told the little girl.

The child nodded, her eyes made round by the richness of everything around her. To have a coal fire, a real coal fire burning all day! She thought, tearing off her gloves and holding her hands closer to the fire, a sigh escaping her as she felt them begin to tingle.

John smiled at the child who just happened to be one of his favourite little patients, and turned to her mother.

“So Mrs Dawes! What seems to be the problem?” he asked softly.

The woman licked her lips and looked nervous.

“Is it something to do with Sarah?” he asked.

“Well yes doctor! Sarah is a pretty little girl, I’m sure you will agree, but she’s now at an age that is well suited for going into service,” she told him, a sly smile appearing as her face began to flush from the warmth of the fire.

“How old are you now, Sarah?” Doctor Reynolds asked.

“Twelve, Sir” Sarah replied.

“Mrs Dawes, you've lost me! Has Sarah got an ailment?” John asked.

“Oh no Doctor! Why, my Sarah is as strong as an ox, aren't you girl,” she said, prodding her daughter and nervously laughing.

“I see,” John said, nodding to himself and sitting back down.

His thoughts turned to Amy, the daughter of a local farmer whose circumstances had left him unable to look after the girl. Guessing what her future would have been, John agreed to take her into his service.

“You will take her, won't you Doctor Reynolds? Only she's growing up so fast and is always needing this and that,” Mrs Dawes told him, her eyes pleading with him to agree. “She is a good girl, does as she is told, and rarely makes a fuss,” she argued, that sly smile returning again but this time accompanied by a wink.

“Mrs Dawes! I don't know where you got the idea from, although I can guess,” John said, his eyes starting to change, and just for a moment allowing his anger to show. Mr Dawes had been killed in an accident when Sarah was only a toddler, and it was rumoured that in order to make ends meet her mother resorted to comforting the local widowers.

“Please Doctor! Say you will take Sarah into service. She’s a very willing child and learns quickly,” she told him, her hand reaching out but stopping just short of his arm.

“This is ridiculous! Whomever it was who told you that I might take your daughter into service was mistaken,” he said, as he moved back to his desk.

Mrs Dawes looked defeated as she stood. “I understand! Thank you for listening. Come on Sarah,” she said as she helped her to get up off the rug.

John watched as the pretty child was assisted to stand, her slender thighs appearing for a moment from under her dress and more to his taste the outline of the child’s lovely little bottom and vulva as her mother seemed to purposely hesitate in her efforts to help her stand.

Sarah didn't question her mother’s action or even look at the doctor with any expression other than awe.

“Wait,” he told them as the mother reached for the door. He licked his lips and gathered his thoughts while the woman stared at him hopefully.

“You understand that Sarah will be in service to me?” he asked.

“Oh yes Doctor! I've no mind to signing her over to you, not if it'll mean a better life for her.” She told him eagerly.

“Very well! She'll be allowed to visit you every other Sunday, unless that is I've had to punish her.” He warned.

“I understand! Now you be a good girl and do as you are told, do you hear me?” Mrs Dawes said, that smile back again as she glanced at the doctor.

“Yes mummy,” the child murmured, glancing up at her new master with a look of awe and nervousness.

John could well understand that. He had seen the same expression of nervous fear on the faces of the many young girls that he had taken into service.

“Say goodbye Sarah! You can see your mother again in a couple of weeks,” Doctor Reynolds told her.

The child awkwardly hugged her mother who smiled encouragement and patted her on the head before turning to the door to make a speedy exit.

With a sigh, John rang the bell and waited for the maid to appear.

“Amy! Take Sarah and give her a through wash, then take her to cook for some refreshment before bringing her back so I can examine her,” he ordered.

Amy bobbed a curtsy and drew the little girl after her, calling on her to hurry and to touch as little as was absolutely necessary lest she would dirty it with her grubby hands.

John smiled, as he remembered Amy's arrival. Jane, his maid at that time, had said pretty much exactly the same thing to Amy as she led her down the narrow stairs into the basement, where a large room was filled with heat and smells from the kitchen.

Certain that Sarah would be well looked after by Amy and Mrs Wicks, the cook, John turned his attention to other matters.

******

In the basement was a large room that John had designed. It had two baths, one for hot water heated from the kitchen, and one for cold water taken from an old pump in the garden.

It was divided into two, the bathroom, which was filled with steam, and the changing room that had long wooden tables and hooks on the walls for clothes.

“Undress!” Amy ordered, as they arrived.

Brought up to obey her elders, Sarah only hesitated long enough to overcome her shyness before undressing.

Although the room was warm, Sarah shook, as she stood naked in front of Amy.

“You can go through, I'll be with you in a moment,” Amy told her as she started to undress.

“Are you going to wash as well?” Sarah asked.

“Yes silly! I can hardly wash you properly as the doctor wants me too if I am wearing clothes,” Amy snapped. Sarah looked coyly at Amy and started to blush at the thoughts going through her mind.

“Well?” Amy asked curtly, letting the child stare at her nakedness.

Sarah burnt and hurriedly lowered her eyes; her embarrassment growing somewhat confused as Amy laughed and led her through to the bathroom.

“What do you think of the bath?” Amy asked.

The bath wasn't quite what Sarah had expected. It was more a pool filled with steaming water, reflecting the greens and blues of the ornate tiles. Wide eyed she watched as Amy climbed into the bath, sliding all the way in, on and on until the water came right up to her neck.

“Come on Silly!” Amy called.

Sarah shivered at the side of the bath her hand coyly placed at the junction of her pale young thighs.

“But I can't swim!” Sarah mumbled, staring at all the water.

Amy laughed as she rose from the water to show Sarah that it was only a few feet deep and then grinned feeling guilty because even she too had been frightened the first time.

“Get in!” Amy told her.

Sarah’s reluctance to get into to the water was not unexpected by Amy but she had a job to do. “Do you want me to tell Doctor Reynolds that you disobeyed?” Amy said with mock spitefulness.

More fearful of the Doctor and her mother's wrath than the depth of the water, Sarah cautiously slipped in, blushing hotly as she had to part her thighs. Despite her fear of its depth she welcomed the cover that it give her and slid right under, her heart beating madly within her as the heat invaded her little body.

“See! It’s not that bad, is it?” Amy asked.

“It feels funny!” Sarah murmured, testing her buoyancy with bent legs and outstretched hands.

Amy smiled, knowing what the girl meant and remembering when she was washed for the first time. Jane had been there to help her, and now she was there to help Sarah. It was an honour for her, a mark of the Doctor's trust in her ability.

“I need to get you washed ready for the doctor,” Amy explained as she leant over the child to retrieve a bar a soap.

“Stand!” Amy ordered.

Amy smiled comfortingly at Sarah as she slid the bar of soap over her shoulders, arms and back. She hummed softly to herself as she worked the soap down as far as the child’s bottom.

Turning the girl Amy soaped her tiny breasts, smiling as she caressed and pinched, enjoying the feel of the nipples hardening in her palms.

“Stop fidgeting! Hasn't your mother ever washed you?” she asked.

“Not like this,” Sarah admitted timidly, her body starting to jerk uncontrollably as the maid washed her.

“We girls often wash each other,” Amy murmured.

Amy blushed as she recalled the first intimate soaping that Jane gave her, showing her the way, and explaining the procedure, so that she could repeat it on others. Sarah’s face was pale with shock as Amy busily worked the soap deep between her thighs and into the fold of her pubis.

“Stand still!” Amy said sharply.

Sarah whimpered and looked at Amy with her innocent eyes made afraid by the rising feelings in her body. Amy smiled into them and worked her fingers deeper between the girl’s thighs.

“Open!” Amy ordered.

Sarah parted her thighs and gave out an anguished cry as the soapy fingers slid deep inside her. Never having experienced sensations like these before, it made her jerk and twist, and loose her breath as she battled to stay upright.

“You've got to be properly clean,” Amy, told her, seemingly oblivious to Sarah's building tension as her fingers roughly parted her folds to clean within.

“Mummy!” Sarah cried, her eyes staring sightlessly as Amy's fingers touched her love button, massaging it to clean it, yet sparking an ignition of striking sensations she'd never felt before.

“It's all right,” Amy, murmured, conscious that the girl had probably never touched herself before. “It's all right,” she repeated, her own body waking to the younger girl's panting and whimpering.

It would be heartless of her to stop she thought, to leave the poor child excited but frustrated, and embarrassed by her unfulfilled feelings.

Whimpering and sobbing, Sarah clung to Amy, her breath quickening as she felt how much easier the fingers moved within her. Her breath was lost to her all over again, a fight for more while her heart hammered as her clitoris sent a storm of sensations through her loins.

“Good girl!” Amy breathed.

Her fingers slid back and forth, feeling the clitoris as it hardened, feeling the hot and wet dip of the girl’s cunt, before sliding deep into the child’s anus.

Amy’s knowing fingers missed nothing. Sarah had become a puppet in her hands, unknowingly rocking her hips back and forth against the motion of the maid’s fingers, sobbing in delight as the stroking intensified and then moved to her bottom.

Amy smiled as she caused Sarah to lose her breath in a gasp, teasing her anus with a soapy digit.

“You must be thoroughly clean,” she murmured, a good enough excuse to push her finger deeper into the tight anus and feel it clenching on her finger while the girl breathlessly squealed, her head flung back and her eyes fluttering.

“That's the way Sarah!” Amy murmured, her skilful fingers soaping the confused girl’s genitals to bring her to orgasm for the very first time.

******

Doctor Reynolds had finished morning surgery and was catching up with some of his never-ending paperwork when he was interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Come!” he said.

Amy stepped in, a little smile on her face as she bobbed a curtsey and stepped back to let Sarah enter. The girl did so cautiously, her eyes darting about her nervously.

Amy had found her a new dress, though it was a little big, gaping at the front and revealing her little breasts. The doctor ignored the girl’s embarrassment and just smiled.

“Did you wash her thoroughly?” the doctor asked.

Sarah blushed brightly, her face burning as she glanced towards Amy.

“Yes!” Amy replied with a smile.

Sarah still blushing, her head lowered not minding when he took her arm and steered her forward. He sat and guided her to stand between his legs, his attention diverted as he reached to retrieve a wooden object from a drawer.

“Open wide!” he urged, a thumb on her chin to urge her mouth wide.

Sarah did so, giving a soft "Aaaaa" sound the way her mother had always taught her. The doctor smiled his thank you and pulled her head round to peer into her ear. His thumb and finger were firm on her jaw, holding her still as he turned to look into her other ear.

Seemingly satisfied, her pulled her head down and pulled her hair aside, checking her scalp from one place to another. He grunted and released her head, then searched his desk for another device leaving Sarah to work her jaw loose and pull her messed hair back.

Finding what he wanted, he urged her to be still and to look directly towards him. As she did so, he shone a light into her eye, and then repeated the test with the other to leave her blinking, red spots in front of her vision.

“Has any aches or pains recently?” he asked.

She shook her head, watching as he put a stethoscope about his ears and rubbed the metal end to put some warmth into it.

“Turn!” he ordered.

Sarah turned, and for the first time noted that Amy was still in the room with them, standing patiently by the door with her hands clasped together in front of her. She smiled and Sarah smiled shyly back, a moment of worry disarmed as the Doctor gently pushed the bodice of her dress down.

“Breath in and hold,” he said.

Wanting to cover her exposed breasts, Sarah did as she was told; her cheeks warm as Amy continued watching her with a gentle and friendly smile.

“Again!” the doctor said, his stethoscope sliding across her back to lodge against the edge of her other shoulder blade.

Sarah did so, her chest expanding over the top of her falling dress.

“Again!” he said, the stethoscope no longer cold.

Sarah obeyed, her face growing hot as she realised that her nipples were growing hard, something her clothes usually hid.

“Have you had Smallpox? Measles?” he asked.

“No!” she answered, blushing hotly as he continued to stare at her.

With his stethoscope ready, he placed the end over each nipple in turn and made her breathe in. Sarah felt her legs weaken with the sensation, ever though the rough treatment caused them to stiffen painfully.

“You're doing very well so far!” he told her, as he stood up and led her over to the examination couch. “Now! Undress and sit on the end of the couch,” He ordered placing a wooden step there for the child to use.

Amy stepped forward, smiling pleasantly and helped her to undo all the buttons on her new dress. Sarah burnt with embarrassment as she stood naked in front of the man, but he was her doctor, and you are supposed to doctors examine you she reasoned, coyly climbing onto the couch.

Doctor Reynolds rubbed a gel into his fingers, warming the slippery substance and smiled at the child.

“Now! Lie back and spread your legs. Amy will help you,” he told her, his heart quickening. Sarah looked delightful; with a nervous look on her little face as the maid helped her to lie back, and then drew her legs wide apart so he had an uninterrupted view of the child’s cunt.

“Have you bled yet Sarah?” He asked, finger and thumb parting her to look within.

Sarah jerked and gripped the edge of the couch, shaking her head and trying to remain still as her tender cunt, sensitive from the rough soaping Amy gave her, was once again touched.

“Any strange excretions? Strange smells?” He asked her, his fingers pulling at small and tender pink labia until her vagina mouth pouted, her hymen just visible as a deep pink wall of flesh, a small opening at it's base. He leant forward and inhaled her scent, nodding as the soft smell of her girlhood waffled to his nostrils.

Sarah panted and shook her head again, her body trembling against the urge to thrust her hips forward and up, anything to feel the light touches caress her with more certainty. Instead, the fingers slowly slid away.

“Now! Turn over, stand on the step and bend forward with your thighs wide apart and your bottom thrust well out,” he ordered. Outwardly he appeared to be the professional he was, but inside his heart pounded as his captive cock hardened painfully within his trousers.

Sarah gladly turned over, her thoughts centring on hiding her little cunt from the man who was both doctor and her guardian. Now however, with her bottom thrust out, a new worry flowed over her bringing new breathlessness and a trembling to her limbs.

Doctor Reynolds smiled.

“Now! I am going to check your temperature,” he explained, prising her bottom cheeks apart and with the deftness of practice inserted the thermometer deep into her anus.

Enthralled by the sensual pleasure of handling such a lovely bottom and in no particular hurry to stop, John gave her intimate charms a thorough examination.

“Good!” he said putting away the thermometer.

“Amy! Take Sarah to her room and then go to the parlour,” He ordered.

Amy stepped forward, her head lowered, and hurried to obey.

******

Doctor Reynolds waited anxiously in the parlour. It had only been a few months since Amy’s arrival, but he couldn’t wait any longer to spend some time with the attractive young maid.

Amy knocked and then entered, curtsying politely before closing the door behind her.

“Undress!” he ordered, his tone exactly the same as that used to ask her to serve dinner or remove the dirty plates. It was monotone and reflected none of the passion or excitement he felt for her.

Amy curtsied; two points of colour on her cheeks then began removing her starched apron and cap, followed by her plain dark dress, then the single cotton shift she wore beneath it.

It only took a few moments and she was completely naked, her head bowed, her hands at her side and her thighs parted as she had been taught.

It was a pose she'd learnt from Jane shortly after her arrival and one now automatically adopted on demand. She stood breathing deeply in an effort to control the growing warmth, dampness and sensations rising between her thighs, as her master looked her over.

“How old are you now!” he asked, his eyes noting the added fullness to her breasts and the growing hair between her legs. She was still young though, her breasts still only half mature while the plumpness and tone of her vulva spoke of adolescence.

“Fourteen! Sir,” Amy answered.

“Turn!” He ordered.

Licking her lips, her cheeks blooming in colour, Amy shuffled round to show her tapered back, small waist and firm bottom. Biting her lip she clenched then relaxed, her nipples swelling as she heard his sigh of satisfaction. “You have lovely bottom Amy!” the doctor told her as he unbuckled his trousers. “One day I must breech that little flower you so coyly hide between those cheeks,” he warned.

Amy reached back to stroke her alabaster bottom, her fingers catching on the full swell to draw them gently apart and thus tease him with a hint of her anus. His eyes never leaving her, he finished unbuttoning his trousers before drawing out his large cock.

“Come girl,” he told her. His cock stood erect and painfully hard, the thick long shaft gnarled by veins rising like vines along its length. The top though was smoothly domed, the cut beneath it hard and sharp.

Amy turned and, seeing it, felt a wave of warmth flow through her body. It was no longer the only cock she'd ever seen, erect or otherwise, yet it held a grandeur unrivalled by any of the others.

Seeing it always thrilled her, once she'd overcome her fear of it.

With growing anticipation, the fourteen year old hurried to her guardian and nimbly straddled his lap, bringing herself above the mighty cock before reaching down to take hold of it ready for her decent.

As she'd known it would, it throbbed in her fingers, its heat invading her digits and making her ache for it.

Taking a deep and steadying breath, Amy bent her thighs outward and descended onto the cock, stopping for a moment as she felt it lodge against her cunt.

“Don't take too long!” the doctor urged.

She mewed, wanting it to take forever. She wanted to inch down, a fraction of an inch at a time, clenching and relaxing her vaginal muscles, and then sit impaled upon him forever.

Instead, in utter obedience to her guardian, Amy pushed herself down onto the hot stork with one long slide. The familiar stretch made her groan with delight until, seated firmly on its length, she leaned forward to kiss the doctor full on the lips.

His mouth opened to accept her juicy young tongue and his hands slid along her flanks, luxuriating in her youthful flesh before reaching down to roughly caress her lovely bottom.

She felt his fingers spread her bottom even further apart, pulling at her anal sphincter. The stretch excited her still further and her cunt rippled excitedly around the hard and throbbing length of him.

She wanted to stay fully on him, embedded upon him, but his hands lifted her and the long pull and friction on her channel caused a wave of excitement to make her cry out in pleasure.

“Good girl!” John murmured their faces inches apart as he guided her up and down on his shaft. Her vagina was lovely and tight, but more than that, it was hot and alive with muscular ripples and clenching that threatened to bring him off prematurely.

He quickened her pace, grunting as his sensitive cock head began to meet her cervix. She responded with breathless whimpering, wordlessly begging him to complete her excitement.

“What do you say?” he asked, his fingertips working down until they could feel his shaft and become coated with the slick coating of their pleasure.

Amy quickened her breath in order to speak and, bobbing up and down on the Doctor's hard cock, whimpered the words he'd told her to say.

“Daddy, daddy!” she intoned breathlessly, her warm breath washing over his face.

The exquisite feel of her tight little cunt around him, the smallness of her trunk and body as she slid up and down on him, the cheeks of her lovely bottom, all conspired to lift his excitement and send him, gasping, over the edge.

Amy felt him begin to spend within her and sobbed as she landed heavily upon him, closing her eyes in bliss as she imagined herself falling pregnant with her guardian's child. Quivering with delight she rode him until he began to soften within her. Then she slowly rose up, a hand poised to capture any leakage from within before it had a chance to stain his clothes.

******

Mrs Hall was a seamstress and always delighted at the opportunity to fondle the smooth skin of young girls under the pretext of measuring them for a new set of clothes.

Sarah was asleep when Mrs Hall entered her room. It was the rustle of the woman’s dress that woke her, but the child soon relaxed when Emma smiled comfortingly at her.

“Doctor Reynolds has told me to make you a new set of clothes,” the woman explained, sitting down on the edge of the child’s bed a tape measure in hand.

All the maids had a full set of clothes made for them; two shifts of cotton, two dresses, one of dark blue, the other of light, and seven starched cotton pinafores with a matching caps, one for each day of the week. He didn't like seeing them in stained pinafores, so they had to change them every day.

“Right let’s get you up! I can't very well measure you while you're still in bed, can I now?” Emma grinned.

“No Miss!” Sarah replied getting out of bed and standing nervously before the woman.

“Undress!” Mrs Hall ordered.

Sarah complied, her cheeks burning with the thought of being naked again.

This was one of her favourite moments, the wetness of her excitement growing, as the girl undressed and then anxiously waited. Emma smiled comfortingly, placing her hands firmly around her little bottom and drew her nearer. Emma started by measuring Sarah’s neck; arms and waist before moving to her breasts, her mouth watering as she slowly felt the deliciously smooth skin around her nipples.

Drawing a deep breath, Emma slid the tape down around Sarah’s bottom and drew it together in front, her fingers trembling, as her focus shifted from reading the numbers on the tape to slowly fondling the girl’s smooth pubis.

“Now! Open your thighs!” Emma ordered, her heart thudding loudly under her tight bodice as she dropped to her knees.

Sarah never questioned her. She'd been brought up to obey her elders without question or hesitation. Being naked and so exposed coloured her cheeks and made her nipples harden and burn, but she obeyed the older woman the coldness of the air making her shiver.

“That’s a good girl!” Emma said.

Her breath quickening, Emma slid the tape up the girl’s inner thigh until her fingers pressed into her vulva then measured to her heel, her hand trembling as she let a finger catch the child’s clitoris.

A moment passed, then Emma gasped as she felt a warm wetness slide onto her fingers. Her eyes flew to Sarah's face to watch the child grow pale with worry as she realised what she'd done.

“I'm sorry,” Sarah whimpered, pushing her cunt back in an effort to escape the woman’s fingers.

“It’s all right,” Emma, said reassuringly her own excitement doubling as she saw the gleaming dampness.

“You won't tell, will you Miss?” Sarah begged, her hand cupping her cunt, hiding it from the kneeling woman and yet doubling the tingling she felt within her.

Emma smiled at the girl and rose to sit on the edge of the bed again, her hands reaching out to draw the child towards her.

“No! Not if you do as I tell you,” Emma said, roughly caressing her bottom and delighting in the firmness and elasticity of the cheeks.

“It never use to happen,” Sarah murmured.

“Do you promise to keep a secret?” Emma asked the sweetly blushing girl.

Sarah nodded, her eyes wide with wonder, and widening as the woman gathered up the hem of her long skirt. Sarah had never seen such a thing, not even in her mother.

The woman, now her confident, was pulling skirts and petticoats up, uncovering slender calves kept warm under dark woollen stockings.

On and on, the lifting of the clothes continued, rolling over slender knees to uncover swelling thighs where stockings had been tied with elastic thread, and thighs that were pale thickened as they rose and joined.

“See?” Emma asked, her hand running through the thick bush covering her own cunt, parting the sticky folds to show the child how bright and moist she was becoming.

“Come nearer! You'll be able to see much Sarahter,” the woman urged.

Taking a deep breath, Sarah shuffled forward, her eyes darting from the furry nest Sarahween Mrs Hall’s thighs, to her comforting smile.

“What if someone were to come in?” Sarah asked.

“Oh! They'd knock first. The doctor is very strict on such matters,” Emma reassured her.

“Now! Come here,” Emma urged, pulling the girl forward and sitting her astride her knee, a new blush to her face as Sarah’s moist cunt came into contact with her flesh.

“Don't be frightened!” Emma said, taking hold of her delicate hand and placing it over her furry cunt. “Go on! Feel just how moist and warm I've become,” Emma urged, her breath quickening as the child’s fingers brushed her pubes.

Drawn on by the woman's eagerness, Sarah licked her lips and timidly reached through the luxuriant growth of tightly curled hair to feel the moist crevice within. Sarah’s innocent fingers ran through the course curls, her breath shortening as she felt a slippery wetness coat her fingertips.

“That's it,” Emma breathed.

Urging Sarah’s fingers to pry her open, Emma shook with delight, as she watched the naked girl lean forward and then innocently pull and probe at her arching vagina.

Squirming in an effort to help the child, she suddenly caught her breath as two innocent fingers slipped in.

“Oh yes!” Emma gasped, gripping the child’s wrist. “That’s it! Push,” she urged.

Wide-eyed, unsure of what she was doing, Sarah pushed. With a gasp she felt her fingers slide into a burning, slippery tight hole that rippled around her fingers and soaked them in the hot wetness.

Then for some strange reason, Sarah started to slide her cunt over the woman's knee, a hot tingling pleasure now starting to shoot up through her loins.

“That's it!” Emma gasped, guiding her tiny hand back and forth.

Sarah sobbed and pushed harder, the way the woman panted and groaned making her want to do Sarahter. She pushed and swivelled her fingers, trying to get them further inside, until her hand started to drip with wetness.

“That's it! Don't stop, don’t stop,” Emma ordered, her body beginning to shake now. “Push harder!” She cried urgently, widening her thighs as she felt herself dilate with the oncoming rush of orgasm.

Sarah pushed as hard as she could, her fingers proving to be just as affective as the knee she was riding. “Yes! That's it!” Emma cried, as she pulled Sarah forward holding her in a tight embrace, as they both reached their orgasms simultaneously.

******

That evening Doctor Reynolds entertained a young gentleman from the city. He had arrived in a large motorcar, a 3 Litre Bentley, Sarah was told with some excitement by the cook.

The poor child didn’t get a chance to see it, as Jane and Amy took turns to teach her how to serve soup, main course, desert, coffee, cheese and biscuits, port, and cigars.

Jane had to go to help carry the bags into the guest room and make sure he was comfortable, so it was left up to Amy to continue Sarah's education up until the evening meal was to be served. Then it was the three of them who took the dishes the cook passed to them and carried them up the stairs to the doctor and his guest.

For someone who had never carried dishes up stairs before, it was an effort for Sarah, but she was pleased that the Doctor hadn't remarked on her slowness, and helped the others gather the plates keeping her eyes lowered, the way Jane and Amy had taught her.

“I see you have a new maid,” the visitor remarked, and Sarah blushed hotly as she pretended she hadn't heard. “She’s a bit young, isn’t she John,” the man chuckled.

“A child of circumstance, Jeremy,” the doctor remarked. “What do you think of Jane, my oldest maid?” he asked him, changing the subject and returning it to the purpose of the man's visit.

“A handsome filly, I must say. Quite up to standard from what I saw an hour ago,” the man chuckled. Sarah peeked a glance towards Jane and saw her blush, yet smile proudly too.

“From what you tell me of your circumstances, I think her admirably trained and suited. But I wouldn’t put her to too much hard labour,” the doctor suggested.

Sarah tried to understand what he meant as she hurried down stairs with a full tray of crockery and cutlery before returning to await further instructions. The room smelt of cigars, the scent reminding her of how her home used to smell when her father was alive.

“Shall we complete the transaction tonight, or shall we wait until the morning?” asked the Jeremy, his glass of port twice filled by Amy, who said nothing as he roughly pinched her bottom.

“Tomorrow! I need your assistance tonight,” he said with a smile.

“As you know! Sarah is new to our household and has yet to witness how I punish disobedience,” John announced.

Sarah’s face burnt as she realised that her slowness had been noted, and kept in mind for this moment. Her eyes darted to the other girls and felt a jolt of fear as she saw them looking pale and worried.

“What do you have to say for yourself, Amy?” the doctor asked, as he sipped his port and watched the young girl tense, her head trembling as she avoided the urge to look directly at him.

“I'm sorry Sir!” Amy said.

Sarah breathed a sigh of relieve that he didn’t mean to punish her.

“So! You accept that it was your fault?” the doctor asked.

“Yes Sir,” Amy replied, with a curtsy.

“Then your punishment will be four instead of the usual six strokes, and Mr Lambert here will count them,” the doctor told her, standing so that he could more easily slip his thick belt from his trousers.

“Prepare!” he ordered. The doctor removed his belt, as Amy undressed and then stood naked in front of her bemused audience.

“I say! What a darn fine little filly,” Jeremy remarked.

The doctor seemed oblivious to those around him as he caressed the girl’s bottom, already a glow from Jeremy’s rough pinching. Sarah felt her eyes drawn and held by the doctor’s caressing fingers as they fondled Amy's bottom, and then probed deep in-between causing the maid to jerk uncontrollably.

“I bet a guinea she's dry with fear!” Jeremy chortled, his face red, as if he'd run a mile. The doctor smiled as he withdrew his fingers, which were gleaming.

“My word! I hope she’s of the same temperament!” he cried, his eyes looking up at Amy's still face.

“I think you'll find that she is, but feel free to try her tonight,” John told him, stepping back and raising his belt.

“How old are you Amy?” Jeremy asked.

“Fourteen, Sir” Amy replied, her face a glow from the pleasure and turmoil the doctor’s fingers was causing her.

Amy felt the air in the room grow still. It was as if time itself had stopped and nothing moved but the doctor’s arm. It seemed to move so slowly through the air, before landing painfully across her bottom.

“One,” Jeremy called out, but to Sarah it was Amy's sharp little cry and her jerking body that held her attention. It was her ability to accept the spanking without reaching back to clasp her bottom that so impressed the child.

Nevertheless Jane had to comfort her as he lifted his belt for the second stroke. Time regained its nature on the belt’s landing, and Amy jerked with an anguished cry before presenting her bottom once again.

“Two,” the guest intoned, his face flushed.

Sarah licked her dry lips and took a deep, steadying breath. She felt weak and only semi conscious of Amy’s spanking, and would certainly have collapsed if Jane hadn’t been there to steady her. Amy cried out, as the third stroke of the belt landed harshly across her bottom.

“Three! Jeremy announced.

Sarah thought how painful it would be to receive the same across her tender bottom, and how strange and elated she now felt watching Amy being punished. It made her tremble with emotion and tingle in the pit of her stomach, as she felt pleasurable sensations starting to build inside her.

The fourth landed accompanied by a long squeal, yet Amy didn't rise, but stayed bent until the doctor had once more stroked and fondled her bottom, his working fingers making her breath catch before they drew away, half their length now gleaming.

“Four!” Jeremy announced his eyes filled with passion as he watched the spanking expose the charms between the girl’s bottom cheeks as she writhed.

“It’s getting late!” Doctor Reynolds announced. “Sarah! Help Amy to her room and stay with her tonight. Jane! Go with your new master,” he said, with a smile.

******

Jane followed her new master to the guest room and closed the door, her heart in her mouth as she saw the passion in his eyes. Jane had known it would lead to this for a couple of years, and she had long since accepted her role. Yet the reality still made her tremble and shake, a mixture of excitement and fear sweeping over her in turns.

Jeremy, in turn, looked at Jane with excitement.

He had found out about the doctor’s maids a couple of years ago from a friend at his gentleman’s club, and ever since then he had visited Doctor Reynolds to help 'train' them.

Now he had bought Jane and the deed made him shake with excitement.

“Now then! Show me just how you would greet me after a day at work,” Jeremy said, not quite believing the good fortune he had stumbled across.

Her head coyly lowered, Jane stepped up to her new master and knelt on the carpet, her hands smoothing down her skirts and pinafore so they wouldn't crease before reaching for his trousers.

With a timid glance up to make sure he hadn't changed his mind, she undid the buttons and spread the tweed material before taking a hold of his cock, the column of flesh already stretched bone hard inside his underpants. Easing it out with all the skill she had been taught and, holding the shaft in one hand and his furry testicles in the other, she slid her lips over the crown.

Her fingers and lips helped pull his foreskin back completely, and then she swirled her tongue around the sweet tasting flesh, bathing it in her saliva before sucking and swallowing.

“My word! That's good!” Jeremy gasped.

He’d paid guineas for working girls who hadn’t sucked him as well as this little morsel did. Her hands and mouth worked together, slowing when she noticed his excitement threatening to boil over, quickening if she felt him regaining his senses.

So it went on and on, Jeremy gasping and panting, his eyes staring down at her as she sucked his cock. At last, sensing his readiness, Jane continued past the point of no return, until he cried out and she swallowed.

She hadn’t finished though. Still on her knees with his now flaccid cock in her hand, Jane slid a finger between his legs, stroking him softly behind his tightened ball sack and watched for any signs of recovery.

Slowly, her finger slid further and further back between his legs, the sensations making him groan and lean towards her. Her tapered finger reached his anus and his cock began to magically rise once again.

“Oh yes!” Jeremy gasped.

His anus opened up, reminding him of all the buggery he had indulged in at public school, and his cock started to throb urgently.

“Undress!” he panted.

His hand took over the task of keeping himself erect, although not necessary when he saw how deliciously slender and pale skinned she was once unclothed.

A good two feet taller, plus possibly one hundred pounds heavier, he dwarfed her, yet he was gentle enough as he drew her to the bed and laid her on her back, her thighs spread apart to reveal her cleft, gleaming and bright in readiness.

Jane was used to this. She was used to having her young thighs spread as a prelude to being fucked by the doctor, but his approach was slow and languid, his insertion slow and precise, her excitement carefully gauged and controlled for his own pleasure.

Jeremy, unversed in such techniques, lowered his charger to the moist little chink just visible below her plump and furry vulva, and thrust into her, impaling her with one stroke and embedding his cock in her liquid heat.

His gasp of delight was drowned by the girl’s scream while his cock was slipped in deeper by her struggles. She clutched at the sheets beneath her, shaking with the torrent of sensations that brought on her first orgasm of the evening.

She poured her bliss over the hard cock throbbing in her tight cunt passage and sobbed as it responded, swelling and stretching, filling her even more completely.

Jeremy gripped the girl’s hips and began thrusting into her the way he did the street girls he often hired. Their bodies were rarely as lovely as, or as young as Jane’s, and their cunts were not as lively.

Jeremy ejaculated as his swollen cock slid past the head of Jane’s clitoris making her squeal loudly. With a strangled cry he withdrew and gripped himself, as spurt after spurt of his seed splattered over the girl’s concave belly.

******

Sarah felt confused, nervous and full of expectation as she helped Amy to slowly descend the narrow service stairs at the back of the house to her bedroom, which she noted was much the same as her own.

“Would you like me to soothe your bottom?” Sarah asked.

“Oh yes! There's some salve in the draw,” Amy breathed, undressing, and then laying face down on the bed. Sarah found the salve and felt herself grow hot and flustered as she climbed onto the bed and sat astride Amy's thighs.

Amy's bottom had an attractive roundness and plumpness that Sarah knew she lacked. It was partly due to the flare of her hips and the smallness of her waist, but also due to her better condition; the food she received and the work she undertook.

Her nervousness returning, Sarah gently massaged the salve into Amy’s bottom and chewed on her lip as the girl groaned with relief.

“Oh! That’s nice,” Amy, told her, her body starting to relax.

Encouraged, Sarah massaged the salve into her bottom, becoming aware of the firmness, the smoothness of the skin, and the warmth that now radiated through her fingers.

“You are very good! Have you done this before?" Amy asked softly.

“No! This is my first time,” Sarah admitted.

“Don’t forget to go between,” Amy said sleepily.

“Between! Does it hurt there too?” Sarah queried quite innocently.

“No! But it feels nice,” Amy murmured softly.

Sarah shook, her eyes fastened on Amy’s lovely bottom and eased off her thighs.

“Open up them!” Sarah said.

Amy opened her thighs and Sarah positioned herself between them and stared lovingly at the exposed anus and tightly squeezed vulva. The slit looked so pretty, the lips so deeply pink between the paleness of her thighs.

Her slippery fingers massaged the salve into Amy’s anal groove and then slid down slowly, Sarah's breath shortening the closer she got to Amy’s cunt.

“Oh, that's so nice,” Amy, breathed.

Sarah caught her breath as she found herself caressing her friend's anus, amazement and surprise competing for attention as she realised that she was enjoying the experience. “Oh yes!” Amy hissed pushing her bottom up to meet Sarah’s caresses and reached back to masturbate herself.

“That’s it! Push your finger inside,” Amy urged breathlessly.

Wide-eyed and open mouthed, Sarah did as she was told and forced her greased finger deep inside Amy's anus. She gasped and swallowed, ill prepared for the smooth tight channel her finger found itself within.

“Oh yes! Yes, yes!” Amy gasped, shaking like a leaf. “Deeper!” she cried, masturbating herself in rhythm. With a sob, Sarah did as she was told and her finger slipped smoothly back and forth, each inward stab making Amy cry out and shake. And as she worked her finger, so she watched Amy working her own fingers, rubbing herself urgently while her breath came in quickening, shortening gasps.

“I'm there, I'm there!” Amy cried, her breathless voice rising in pitch. “Harder, harder!” She all but squealed, and Sarah sobbed as she tried to obey, all but one finger curled into a fist, her free hand trying to pry Amy's bottom cheeks apart so she could push her finger in as deep as it would go.

“Oh Yes!” Amy squealed. Her cunt opened and she wet herself with her excitement, until Sarah couldn't move her finger because the anal muscles had contracted so much.

Sarah wasn't sure what to do as Amy collapsed on the bed. With no one to see her, Sarah timidly lifted the digit to her nose, but there was no unsavoury scent there, just the smell of the ointment.

Looking down at Amy's bottom again, and admiring the fuller curve of the rounded cheeks, Sarah wondered if she would be expected to take a finger into her own anus, and whether it would feel anything like the doctors thermometer.

Amy turned over and sat up, her eyes gleaming.

“Undress!” she ordered.

“Is this permitted?” Sarah asked nervously, slipping off her clothes.

“Of course it is silly!” Amy told her, drawing the child’s naked body down on top of her and gently kissing her lips. “Do you like it when I touch you?” She asked, caressing Sarah’s bottom.

“It feels funny!” Sarah mumbled, burning from the kiss and squirming as Amy’s pubic hairs tickled.

Amy giggled and kissed her again, the pecks growing longer and more searching now as she started to accept them. Sarah’s hips started to squirm as Amy’s tongue invaded her and a tingling sensation started to build as Amy’s wicked hands roughly pinched her delicate little bottom.

Amy's excitement grew as she pinched Sarah’s bottom. She just loved the feel of her tight bottom cheeks and how they parted under the child’s squiring to allow her fingers to slip into her anal crease.

“Shall we do it together?” Amy asked breathlessly, feeling sure that Sarah wouldn't have a clue what she meant.

“Do what!” Sarah asked blushingly. Amy giggled; the excitement making her wet her thighs.

“Come! Sit here, facing me,” Amy said, pushing the child aside so she could sit cross-legged on the bed. Almost breathless, Sarah timidly moved into position, her thighs now parted.

“Right! Let’s play a game!” Amy said. Reaching out she caressed the flesh around the girl’s nipples. Sarah gasped as she felt a tingling sensation suddenly rush into her chest.

“Now! You must do as I do,” Amy ordered, gradually pinching harder.

Shacking as the pain nearly caused her to pull away, Sarah placed her fingers over Amy’s nipples and pinched.

Amy purred with pleasure as she felt the tension grow.

“Harder!” She breathed.

Sarah licked her lips and pinched harder, her misty eyes now filled with Amy’s lovely breasts. She marvelled at how smooth and firm they felt, and how warmth radiated from them.

Amy’s nipples swelled and darkened as Sarah pinched, nervously at first, but then with more confidence, as she realised the maid’s training meant that she could withstand the pain so she pinched harder.

Amy panted with excitement, as she in turn increased the pressure of her pinching on Sarah’s tender little nipples causing her to squirm uncontrollably.

“Remember! Do as I do,” Amy told her, her hands sliding from the tips of Sarah's nipples down to her thighs then she waited for Sarah to do the same, smiling as the child’s blushes grew.

“You'll love this,” she told Sarah, as her hand slid down the girl’s thigh and gently caressed her vulva. Sarah gasped and quivered; yet she obeyed and did the same, leaning forward to bring her fingers to Amy’s vulva and return the caresses.

“There! Isn't that nice?” Amy asked.

Sarah tried to catch her breath, her eyes wide open as Amy’s fingers stroked, pulled and pressed and her own did the same to Amy creating a wetness that she was only just beginning to understand.

Sarah’s chest hurt with her effort to breath as her fingers became moist and slid smoothly over the older girl’s labia. Sparks of hot delight shot into her loins as her nipples yearned for more pulling and pinching.

“You're so wet!” Amy giggled, and Sarah blushed. Her knowing fingers spread a hot liquid, drawing her apart and touching her where she'd ignite and gasp.

Amy had the same swollen little bulb of flesh and Sarah attacked it, touching it, rubbing it, even puling at it, Amy’s gasps and loving cries signalling her approaching orgasm.

“Together!” Amy told her.

The two fingers pressed to Sarah’s clitoris would have been painful at any other time, but now, they hurt with the need to feel the glory of an orgasm.

As Sarah soared, she was conscious of pushing her own fingers against the unforgiving pearl of flesh within the apex of the Amy's hot cunt, and hearing her cry out in triumph.

Recovered from their orgasms, the little tarts didn’t take long to fall asleep entwined in each other's arms.

******

Sarah soon fell into a pattern learning how to clean each part of the house, the fireplaces, stairs, beds and cutlery. She helped serve at meals times, greeted patients as they arrived for their appointments and listened to other staff as they told her titbits of information.

She couldn't remember being so happy and blushed when it was noticed by the others, that nearly every night Amy either followed her to her room, or drew Sarah into hers, often commenting on how she glowed in anticipation of their nocturnal liaisons.

Her new clothes arrived and Sarah enjoyed wearing the smooth cotton next to her delicate skin. It was the first time she’d worn anything so fine and just couldn't help caressing herself through the smooth cotton, glowing as her touches became sensual, awaking her nipples and moistening her cunt.

She walked that little bit more erect when dressed in the lovely dark blue dress and the heavily starched pinafore. Her curtsies bent the hem to the floor and her lowered head invited those watching to look at her growing breasts perfectly emphasised by the low cut bodice.

“Sarah! Come here and talk to me,” Doctor Reynolds told her, shortly after the first week had ended.

Sarah curtsied and followed him through to his study, remembering it from the first time she'd seen it, when her mother had begged him to take her into service. Although it looked the same, it felt different somehow, as she stood before him, conscious that his eyes were on her developing body.

“Mrs Hall has done well with your clothes,” he remarked, watching her over his pipe as he puffed, drawing the full flavour into his mouth and savouring it. He watched the child’s cheeks bloom and nodded to himself. Only eleven, and yet all reported favourably, commenting on her warm nature and complacent attitude.

“Do you like it here Sarah?” He asked.

“Yes Sir!” Sarah answered meekly, her head bowed.

“You've learnt to bathe regularly?” He enquired.

“Yes! Every morning Sir,” Sarah told him, the glow of her cheeks burning her face.

“You wash properly?” He asked. “I think so Sir,” Sarah answered.

Was there something special she'd missed? Dare she mention that Amy and her had taken to sharing the pool each morning, and her shame at wanting to feel that particular pleasure sweeping over her as often as possible. Indeed, like her, Amy seemed to enjoy a second bout of fondling and kissing in the pool, after they'd rumpled the starched sheets of their shared bed.

“Perhaps I should check!” John told her. The request made her thighs weaken and her belly flutter.

Stepping forward she gathered up her dress, her breath shortening as she felt the material slide up her thighs. In moments she was bared to him, his hand lifting the tail of her cotton shift to uncover her slender lipped cunt.

“Open your thighs!” the doctor ordered. Looking directly into her eyes he slowly caressed the warm and rounded leaves of her pudenda, parting them with a well-meaning finger. Sarah gasped, her thighs tensing as a sharp pleasure soared through her, waking her moisture with its unexpected suddenness.

John felt the rising moisture and moved his finger within her cunt, watching while feeling it increase. In a few more moments his finger had been anointed well enough to slide smoothly back and forth, the motion making Sarah pant and jerk.

“You enjoy being pleasured then?” He asked drolly. Sarah sensed his meaning and nodded through the burning on her face and the growing tightness in her belly. His finger went on and on, sliding smoothly forward and back, his fingertip sometimes nudging at her entrance.

“Come on then! Let me see,” he ordered.

His finger now became more knowing and insistent, his eyes darting from the cute little cunt he was pleasuring, to the look that was growing on the child’s face. As the heat grew within her, girlish cries started to escape her throat, followed by an uncontrollable jerking. He knowingly circled the swollen clitoris, his fingertip bathing in the slippery wetness now seeping from her tiny vagina.

When he felt she was ready and her cries were begging him to bring her off, he looked into her eyes and gripped her clitoris.

It was just what she needed to push her over the edge. He loved it when she gasped and tensed, spilling her dew over his fingers so he could taste and smell it when he retired that night.

“Good girl!” John said, slipping his fingers from between her thighs to admire the wetness now coating them. Blushing and confused, Sarah covered herself and meekly curtsied, her face burning up, thankfully half hidden by being lowered.

******

One afternoon a couple of weeks after her arrival, the bells sounded, one for Amy, one for Sarah, and both girl’s hurried up the stairs to attend the doctor, their cheeks flushed and their eyes sparkling.

When they entered the room, Doctor Reynolds was sitting on one of the tall leather seats beside the warming fire. The scent of his pipe was strong in the room, although he wasn't smoking it, and standing next to him but to one side, his cloth cap in his hands, was the gardener and bee keeper, Mr Paul Dobson.

Paul Dobson was a man weathered by the seasons who looked ten years older than his true forty-four years. As Lean and tall as the bamboo canes he used for the runner beans, he lived further along the road in a little two-room cottage with his wife, a slightly younger woman who help out in the Grocers shop.

The girl’s both curtsied and Sarah who had not met the man before wondered what the occasion was, her head reluctantly kept lowered.

“Ah, girls,” the doctor said. “Amy; it's been a while since you were looked after, so I've brought Mr Dobson in to take care of you. He's looked after you before, hasn't he?” he asked with a smile.

“Yes Sir,” Amy bobbed, her cheeks blooming with colour.

“Sarah! You've been here a while now. So it's about time you got to see just what lengths we go too to look after our maids,” He smiled.

“Thank you Sir!” Sarah murmured, curtsying again but wondering what he could possible mean.

“Now! Amy if you will get ready please,” Doctor Reynolds ordered.

Amy curtsied, then hurriedly slipped from her starched pinafore and dark blue dress, her eyes averted from Mr Dobson the gardener as she did what was necessary to render herself naked but for her woollen stockings and the little white cap on her hair.

She looked a picture, standing timidly, her pert breasts standing high from her chest, a darling little growth of curls spreading out in a little V from the junction of her thighs. Her breasts already glowed with excitement while, hidden from view, her young cunt was starting to swell and moisten.

“You know what to do Amy, Paul!” John said with a smile. “Sarah, you must watch and learn,” he ordered.

Her heart fluttering, Sarah did as she was told, only to hide her eyes again when she saw Mr Dobson undoing his trousers. The doctor just laughed and drew the shy young maid to his side.

“Come now Sarah! It's all right, because I’ve said so. Mr Dobson has a fine cock that is ideally suited for young girls like yourselves,” the doctor said with a smile. Sarah blushed hotly but forced herself to watch.

Amy stepped forward and knelt on one of the high leather chairs, her knees pushed to the edges of the seat, her body bent forward in order to thrust her bottom outward.

Her delicious young cunt hung poised between her open thighs, and her skin glowed as the crease between her lovely bottom exposed her dark anus, which flexed excitedly as she waited.

The sight of Amy’s lovely bottom thrust out made Sarah tingle, as she remembered the many times she had pressed her face deep between the pert cheeks to lick the sweet honey from within and cause her friend to groan with delight.

Now though, the weathered gardener had lowered his trousers and had opened his shirt, baring a body deathly pale in contrast to his face and arms. Dark hair ran in a line down the man's flat and muscular loins before forming a bed from which a long and slender cock grew, the surprisingly thin shaft angled upwards and curved like a sabre.

Sarah stared, her breath battling to feed the pumping of her heart and the weakness of her thighs. Mesmerized, she watched the gardener shuffle up behind Amy's bottom and hold it, his hands dwarfing the compact little cheeks.

His cock lay along the short and opened groove of her bottom and slid back and forth a few times, until a drop of clear liquid appeared at the tip. Then he was lowering it, placing it at the mouth of Amy's cunt while it's owner panted and moaned.

“Now Sarah! Watch and learn,” the doctor said.

Sarah licked her lips, her eyes glued to the cock as it disappeared into Amy's tight little cunt.

The doctor's hands were on her shoulders and in her hair, stroking and comforting her as, her breath quickening, she watched the manly thing ease inwards, opening her friend's cunt until it accepted him, and until he could slide inwards, skewering her on his long, curved, lance.

“Sometimes! It's just as exciting to watch as it is to participate,” the doctor told Sarah; lifting her dress at the back to caress her lovely little bottom then lowering her dress at the front to slowly pinch her tender nipples in turn.

Sarah could do nothing as she became mesmerised by the little scene unfolding in front of her. She trembled uncontrollably, like a doe surrounded by dogs, and her eyes were large and round, dilated to huge dark orbs as she watched the cock reappear, its shaft gleaming with the slippery wetness from Amy's juices.

Then with just the head of his cock held within, the motion reversed and it slid slowly back. Amy dipped her back in order to help it go in deeper; panting hotly as it stretched and filled her cunt, the first cock she'd had in weeks, the first she’d had since Sarah had arrived.

Now the doctor had arranged for her to be taken in front of the new girl, and Amy sobbed as her clitoris swelled with blood and grew in tenderness as the shaft's motion quickened.

Amy lowered her upper body to receive more of the manly cock into her body. She rocked with his thrusts, sobbing with delight each time it smoothly slid inwards, filling her with its throbbing heat and lovely girth. She bathed it in her wetness and gripped it tightly and still it slid in and out, in and out, quicker and quicker.

A shrill filled the air as Amy lost herself to her pleasure. Sarah knew the sound and was thankful for him pinching her tender nipples as she too spilt, warm wetness flowing slowly down her inner thighs to tickle the soft blond hairs lower on her legs. Then the man was grunting, pulling quickly from Amy's clutching, sucking cunt to grip himself and cry out as he spurted his seed over the dipped back of the young and willing maid.

******

The memory of that lesson stayed with Sarah for days. It quickened her blood and intensified her orgasms. It altered her relationship with Amy, deepening her infatuation for the girl and removing any remaining shyness from their nocturnal liaisons.

Now Sarah no longer worried about sliding two or three fingers into Amy's vagina, or reaching down to play with her anus. She gloried in pressing her face into her bottom, and in rubbing her nose along her anal cleft whilst her tongue wormed itself into her succulent little cunt.

When it came to her turn, she imagined the gardener standing behind her, feasting his eyes on her young body as Amy knelt and used her thumbs to gently part her. She imagined the doctor watching, his deep voice instructing Amy in Sarah's uncovering.

In the throws of her orgasm came the final and strongest images, the first powerful thrust into her body, the taking of her innocence, her girlhood. As the pleasure of her climax swept through her, she tried imagining the pain of being taken, the thrust that would impale her, stretch and tear into her.

Each time the bell rang she would feel a flutter in her belly that this might be the call. And having leapt to her feet and hurried up the stairs to take the doctor's order for tea and biscuits, there would be the confused feelings of relief and disappointment, a mix that would leave her belly tight and her cunt moist, her face burning for a few moments before she schooled herself to calmness.

The days marched on, becoming weeks, then months.

The ringing of the bells was like any other, with no hint of what was to come. Amy and Sarah rose in unison and smoothed their pinafores with the same attention to detail that a teacher passes on to her pupil. Then they were hurrying up the stairs, their thoughts their own as they answered the call from the Doctor.

With a brief knock, Amy led the way into the Doctor's office licking her lips as she saw the doors of the examination room open and Doctor Reynolds standing next to the specially designed examination table, his fingers toying with the many controls and restraints that ran along its edge.

“Girls!” How are you today?” he asked by way of a greeting.

“Fine thank you,” They chorused with a neat curtsy and lowered eyes.

“Sarah! You're well?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir!” Sarah answered, her heart quickening as she noticed the strange looking table. “Good! Remove your clothes, and Amy, you can help,” He said.

Suddenly dry mouthed, Sarah began to undress, Amy a smiling presence beside her. Her fingers fumbled with buttons, only for Amy to come to her rescue. There was a feeling that this wasn't going to be a normal examination and Sarah's heart started to pound as she wondered just what the doctor was going to do to her.

“Now Sarah! Climb onto the table and lie on your back,” The doctor ordered, watching the lovely child step from her clothes and then nervously stand naked, except for the small golden chain about her neck. Waiting until Sarah had settled, he stepped forward to slide her wrists into the restraints, smiling down at her as her flushed face looked momentarily worried.

“Relax!” he told her, with a sly smile.

Sarah relaxed, yet her heart seemed to hammer more violently. She tested her wrists and found them held tight. Then a strap was put around her neck to hold her head down, and another, broader strap, passed across her stomach.

Her eyes sought those of her friend and obtained comfort from Amy's smile. She expected her ankles to be strapped down, but blushed when they were parted. Gasping and burning with embarrassment, she kept her knees together, trying to hide her cunt as best she could while her ankles were strapped apart.

Doctor Reynolds smiled. Sarah was only doing what most girls would do; following the advise of their mothers to be discrete and virtuous at all times. He chuckled and stroked her nearest thigh, watching her lick her lips and look up at him with loving, trusting eyes.

“I am going to strap your thighs apart,” he told her, his hand having to exert pressure on her to keep her still. “Please don't struggle,” he said.

Sarah blushed, her flesh hot, as her knees were firmly pulled apart, then tied down to the outer edges of the table. She was exposed now, and no doubt the doctor could already see how moist she had become, her cunt widely parted in open invitation to his fingers and eyes.

“Charming!” John murmured.

Resolving to take more young girls like Sarah into his service the doctor used hidden handles to make the head and foot of the table fall away so her body bowed upwards, and ensured her pubis became even further pronounced.

“Amy! Bring me the shorter of the two,” John ordered. He didn't refer to it by name, in case Sarah became worried, but what Amy recovered from the bottom draw of his desk was a short whip that was made of several strands of thin leather, bound at one end to form a handle.

Sarah saw it and tensed, a whimper breaking through her tight throat as she watched the doctor approach her, lovingly stroking the slender strands of leather.

“Now! I wouldn't normally begin such training on one so young,” he told her. “But I've received so many good reports concerning your warm nature,” He told her. He flicked the handle and the leather strands swept down across her nearest breast. Each strand produced a little tingle in her flesh on and around her nipple. The overall affect made her arch and gasp, her eyes wide as the strange sensation rushed through her.

The strands flicked again, striking the other breast bringing a gasp from the young girl. Then a couple more, her bonds keeping her from evading the sweeping strokes, her tender little breasts beginning to softly glow, her nipples straining from there pink base, dying to be harshly pinched.

Doctor Reynolds calmly walked around the gasping child to the other side, then began flicking the whip across her other tender breast, savouring Sarah's whimpering and struggling.

There is something quite exciting in whipping a child and watching them struggle, he thought. There is something even more exciting in watching a leather whip mark a young girl’s breasts, something that made him take the extra time to do it right.

When the doctor judged her tender breasts sufficiently marked and she was gasping breathlessly and ceaselessly squirming in her bonds, he stopped and released himself from his trousers. A burning sensation across both her little breasts, Sarah turned to watch, as interested as Amy who'd often seen the doctor's cock.

Uncircumcised, the tender end of his manly cock peeked from the folds of skin protecting it, a cover Amy had learnt to draw back with her lips or her teeth, uncovering the tender head so she could wash it in her mouth, exciting him with her tongue until he ejaculated his salty seed. Without being asked, Amy knelt and took it in her hand, then fed it to her lips drawing the foreskin back and bathing him in her saliva.

“Good girl Amy!” John murmured, taking a deep breath. The sight of the little girl strapped down on the table had excited him further than he would have wished, but it couldn't be denied.

Despite Amy's age, the girl had been taught well and knew how to use her little mouth around his glands. Warm hands cupped his balls and held his cock still while her mouth, lips and tongue attended to its crown.

On the table, Sarah tried to turn her head to look, her eyes pulled to one side to watch as Amy began gently bobbing her head back and forth. The invading warmth and tingling in her breasts made her cunt itch, demanding attention, and yet all she could do was pant, whimper and swivel her slender loins held within the bonds.

John looked at Sarah and chuckled softly. He would definitely accept more young girls into his household. He lifted the short leather whip and swung it downwards to strike the proud rise of pubis. As was to be expected, the girl cried out and strained within her bonds, her young pelvis lifted tightly against the leather crossing her waist.

He struck again and again, watching the little marks of the leather strands begin to appear on her soft and tender skin while, at his own crotch, Amy drew back his glands to begin gently licking and sucking on his uncovered cock head.

“Slowly now Amy! He urged, stroking her hair for a moment while he smiled down at the diligent young girl. Then his attention returned to the panting young girl on the table and the striking of her pubis with his special little whip began again. The flesh glowed with each subsequent stroke and she panted urgently, moving constantly against her bonds as he heated her blood.

Satisfied with the tenderness of her pubis, John moved to her soft inner thighs, striking them with a little more force so Sarah would jerk and cry out with each stroke. Her tender inner thighs, so smooth and delightful, soon showed the marks of the whipping and the pale skin took on a bright glow while the child whimpered and squirmed, battling for breath.

Sarah fought for breath and jerked again as another stroke caught her high on her inner thighs. She whimpered, tormented by the terrible heat invading her from her breasts, her pubis, and now her inner thighs.

She had always thought the strike of an object on her skin would hurt yet what the doctor was doing transcended her pain. It communicated directly with the source of her pleasure, making it swell and harden, and making it pulse with a need to be touched.

She craved that final touch, sought it with all of her being.

“Faster Amy!” John murmured, his breath beginning to grow ragged.

Amy sensed his need and gladly sucked with more energy, her tongue flicking over the rounded head as she was given the freedom to bring him off. The fingers on his shaft began to stroke and the other hand squeezed his balls.

“Now!” He gasped, his eyes focused on Sarah, specifically on her lovely little cunt, so pretty in its nakedness, the delicate pink flesh yet to brighten and swell with maturity.

He lifted the whip again and brought it down, the tips of the leather strands perfectly aimed to brush across her vulva, stinging her outer lips and striking her swollen clitoris. Sarah arched and froze, her eyes and mouth wide as the sensations in her groin struck inwards.

John saw her pelvis lift and quickly struck again, landing the many slender leather strands fully upon the child's open and unprotected cunt. Sarah jerked as a new wave of pleasure shot through her groin.

She squealed, the sound torn from her as her body was convulsed by the onslaught of her orgasm. Her body was no longer her own as it strained uncontrollably against her bonds. She had little control over her body as she felt her cunt tighten and hot pleasure engulf her.

The doctor pushed his loins forward and felt the flutter of Amy's throat just before he came. He clutched at her head, holding it down as his cock surged with the release of his seed. He pushed it into her; mindless to her choking noises until he felt the last strong surge of fluid leave him. Then he drew back and let her fall away, gasping for air and retching.

******

“Oh, how you've grown!” Mrs Dawes told Sarah on seeing her daughter the following week. It wasn't that she'd grown physically, although she obviously had, it was in the way she carried herself and the way she looked at those around her.

She had an awareness about her that lent years to her. It was there for others to see too; the new straightness in her form that spoke volumes to those who knew where to look.

There was a gleam in her eye and a questioning look for those to take up if the wanted. Her tongue would dart out, and men would groan and hide the growing bulge in their trousers.

She would smile and they would readily follow her to her room if she just nodded to them. When she walked, her pert bottom was thrust out to roll temptingly under her skirt. She had become a knowing little tart.

Her days hardly changed though. She was a maid and she spent the days with Amy and the other's learning her trade and doing each job set to her diligently.

Mrs Hall took more of a fancy to the child and began to show her how to sew, embroider, knit and crochet. The girl had slender but long fingers that were aptly suited to the delicate work and she learnt quickly.

The seamstress suggested that Sarah practice embroidery on her shift, and when they got together, she would have her take off her dress so she could judge her progress. This pretext gave the wicked woman the time to leisurely fondle Sarah’s lovely firm flesh beneath.

Sarah’s nights were spent with Amy, kissing and cuddling, using their fingers, tongues and lips to pleasure each other, and what she didn't learn from her, she learnt from the doctor.

One evening after supper, the doctor informed Sarah that she was to start visiting him every Thursday afternoon at two-o-clock, for an hour of instruction.

“Oh, I'm so glad that the doctor is going to instruct you too!” Amy told her friend as they undressed.

“Does he instruct you too?” Sarah asked, a little surprised that she hadn’t told her about it. At first, Amy’s disappearances, often at the same time and on the same day hadn’t meant anything, but now she knew why.

“Of course silly! But he didn’t start until I was thirteen, so you're lucky,” Amy told her.

“What will he teach me?” Sarah asked.

“Oh! That's not for me to say,” Amy said.

“Oh please Amy! I'll make it up to you,” Sarah offered.

“Will you really?” Amy giggled. Amy reached for her pert nipples, teasing them whilst Sarah watched, licking her lips with mounting excitement. The thrills of her touch, together with the wide-eyed look that Sarah was giving her moistened her quickly. Sarah smiled shyly as she offered her body to Amy, her breasts half grown and her pubis developing nicely.

“I'll tickle you with my tongue,” Sarah offered.

“Show me!” Amy urged.

She knew that Sarah disliked licking her, and yet she loved to feel a tongue fluttering between her bottom cheeks. In fact, as part of her instruction the doctor would often arrange for men to be present and she was made to sit astride their faces, as they licked incessantly.

Kneeling on their shared bed, Amy spread her legs and bent forward, dipping her back until her bottom parted and her cunt and anus lay exposed.

“Come on!” Amy urged, pinching her nipples hard as the excitement of waiting started to get to her. Now, it was either do what her friend wants, or she wouldn’t tell her and she would tease her all night.

As Sarah knelt behind Amy’s bottom she wished that her own was as lovely. Stealing herself to the deed, she closed her eyes and then pressed her face into the parted cheeks, flicking the tip of her tongue over the pouting anus that was tightening rhythmically in anticipation.

Amy hissed and pushed her bottom out. Sarah swallowed, and slowly licked across the little entrance, washing it with her saliva and tickling it at the same time.

“Oh yes, yes!” Amy gasped, reaching down to rub her aching cunt.

Sarah watched for a moment, then remembered her task and tickled the little opening with her tongue again, delving more seriously into the hollow, and pushing with her tongue until she felt Amy's anus dilate.

Without thought, Sarah wriggled her tongue inwards and out, her ears filing with the buzz of her own lewdness and the little sobbing cries of her delighted friend. She knew it wouldn't be long by the way Amy was sobbing and jerking, so her fingertip replaced her tongue and she drove it into her friend's bottom wriggling it as much as she could within the tight anal passage until Amy screamed loudly and collapsed forward, spent.

“Now! Tell me,” Sarah demanded.

Amy smiled and drew her friend down for a loving kiss.

“I can’t! Amy teased.

“Why ever not?” Sarah asked, annoyed that her friend had made her pleasure her and then not told her.

“I’m sorry but the doctor doesn’t want me to tell you,” she murmured as she fell asleep.

“Well! I hope it’s worth the wait,” Sarah said as she fell asleep.

******

The following Thursday at precisely two-o-clock, Sarah entered the Doctor’s study and politely curtsied, her head lowered.

“I’m pleased to see you’re on time!” the doctor said as he consulted the clock. Getting up from his desk he walked over to the window and drew the thick curtains shut, before returning to his favourite chair by the fire.

“You know why you are here?” Doctor Reynolds asked.

“I think so!” Sarah answered nervously, her mind full of all the tales and gossip she had overheard.

“You are here for an hour’s special instruction! Do you understand?” he asked, please to have the pretty child all to himself at last.

“Yes, Sir” Sarah murmured.

“Good! Kneel here,” he ordered, pointing to the space between his thighs.

Sarah did as she was told, her cheeks warm as she felt him devouring her.

“It's important that all my staff do exactly as I tell them. You will do as I tell you, won't you Sarah?” he asked her softly.

“Yes Sir,” Sarah answered meekly, her body shaking and tingling, her breath wanting to race on ahead of her.

“Undress!” the doctor told her.

Sarah did as she was told, her breath shortening as she felt his eyes devouring her nakedness.

“Quite lovely! John nodded, and so obedient too he thought. There was a glow to her skin that spoke of her sexual excitement, becoming more noticeable around her breasts.

“Come closer!” he told her, and when she did so, he pried her thighs further apart and slowly masturbated her clitoris until she started to gasp and jerk uncontrollably.

“Good!” he murmured.

Whilst Sarah trembled, he undid the buttons of his trousers and drew his clothes aside until his stout cock could rise into the air, the ruby nut pulsing excitedly.

“There’s no need to be frightened!” he said, stroking his cock to its full glory.

Sarah fought for breath and just stared. Extending beyond the fist that held it, knobbly veins pulsed beneath the thin coating of skin seemingly stretching it to its limit. The bloated head pulsed and glowed giving off a heat that Sarah imagined she could feel on her burning cheeks.

“Now! You must learn how to hold it properly,” he told her. The doctor guided her hand to his aching cock and curled her fingers and thumb around its shaft. He smiled as she panted hotly and nodded encouragement when she finally succeeded in holding his cock to his satisfaction.

Then he began to teach her to use soft strokes to excite and sustain, harder strokes to cause sudden bolts of pleasure, then to pull back on the shaft until the knob swelled and place her thumb underneath, to cause a quickening of breath.

He laid back and let the child experiment, suffering all her clumsy administrations until pre-come flowed like olive oil from his cockeye and covered her hands and the shaft.

“Now that you have learnt how to handle a cock, you must learn to lick, savour and feed upon his manhood,” the doctor breathed, his excitement rising. Shortly, he'd have her sucking his cock and the thought was enough to make him jerk with excitement and dribble further pre-come over her fingers.

Sarah licked her lips and gazed once more at the stout cock she held in her hands. The look of it alone made her breath and pulse quicken and the thought of licking it made her quiver all the more, her cunt overflowing along her slender thighs.

“Now! To begin with, just lick it and get use to the flavour,” he urged, hoping he'd not need to encourage her further. He didn't.

Sarah licked her lips, and then timidly licked the underside of the shaft, drawing away to savour the taste before returning for another swift lick, this time from the oiled head.

The flavour swam around her mouth and was swallowed. With no concern for her tongue or her stomach, the child grinned proudly and looked up for the next command.

“Now! Cover the end with your lips and savour it with your tongue and mouth,” John breathed. Sarah licked her lips and examined his cock in close detail before obeying him.

The sight made him groan; her little hands now held the base of his cock and she fed the tip into her mouth. She looked angelic with her eyes closed, a thoughtful expression on her face as her lips gently moved around him. In the heat of her little mouth, her dainty tongue was flicking top to bottom, stroking him with it while lathering him in her saliva.

Sarah hummed with the excitement of having him in her little mouth and gripped it more tightly with her lips as she sucked the wetness from around it to then swallow. His gasp momentarily worried her, but a glance upwards showed her his pleasure filled face. Grinning around the root, she licked it some more then sucked on it, her own pleasure momentarily forgotten as she worked on giving him still moe pleasure.

“Now! You are to give me the most pleasure you can with your mouth and fingers. Doing so will make me cry out, and deliver to you some special seed from deep within my balls,” he explained, his breath only just recovering as Sarah hesitated and considered his words.

“Can I swallow it?” Sarah asked timidly.

“Of course! Why don't you see if you can swallow all the seed,” he chuckled.

Sarah looked at the doctor’s stout cock again and felt the challenge rise within her. She had no doubt that many others had done the same before her.

Her fingers then drew the gleaming saliva from the bulbous head and massaged it into the burning shaft, then her mouth dipped over the end again, once more stroking and bathing it with her tongue before sucking the wetness and swallowing all the strange tasting liquid.

Her hands began a rhythmic stroking of his shaft, learning how best by the loudness of his groans and settling with a medium grip that pulled at his flesh, yet let her hand slide up and down the slippery shaft.

“Oh God, yes!” John breathed.

He couldn't stop staring at the pretty little girl as she worked so energetically on his aching cock. His panting words made her work harder, her face screwed up intently as she laboured on.

“Yes, yes, now girl, now!” the doctor gasped, his loins lifting.

Sarah squealed around the cock in her mouth and pressed her thighs together in a sudden reaction to her own orgasm, just as the cock jerked, flinging a hot gruel into her mouth, a thick liquid that coated the back of her mouth before a second spurt woke her to the need to swallow.

Wide eyed with what was happening, she strove to ignore the swelter of pleasure in her own body as she concentrated on swallowing, the strong flavour of the doctor's seed sweeping over her mouth.

Recovering, the doctor looked down at Sarah licking her lips and smiled.

“Stand!” he told her.

Sarah wiped her mouth on the back of her wrist and meekly stood, her young body still glowing brightly.

“Let me look at you!” John instructed.

Sarah blushed as she parted her thighs and thrust her slender young loins towards him. She glowed warmly from her pleasure and knew her thighs were wet with its over-run.

Doctor Reynolds smiled as he saw that she was moist, glowingly pink and obviously well pleasured. Reaching out her stroked her slender labia, watching her face mirror her rekindled excitement, the awed look before the fluttering of her eyes. Sarah stretched upwards, a fresh flush sweeping through her skin over the top of the old.

The skilful doctor stroked and rubbed her cunt, her wetness making it easy. A second finger joined the first; lodging against her swollen clitoris, and she lost all control jerking forward and squealing as she spent lovingly over his diligent fingers.

“Good girl! You can go back to work now, but don't forget to come to see me again next week for another hour of special instruction,” he said with a smile.