THE MEMOIRS OF A VICTORIAN DISCIPLINARIAN
A dark tale set in London in 1876

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.

[ part 2 ]

Cruel Lessons

I slept soundly and awoke to find that Rose had as usual neatly laid my clothes out and opened the curtains to let the morning sun stream on to my pillow.

As I left my room to go down to breakfast I was pleased to see that the floorboards on the landing gleamed with polish, and there was a scent in the air that spoke of cleanliness and freshness. The brass stair rods gleamed and the banister shone.

Rose bobbed a curtsy and passed me the newspaper, then hurried out of the dinning room to get breakfast. As I waited, I watched through the sash windows as Sarah played with Emily in the garden. I envied them their freedom, for, as the master of the household, there was little leisure time for me to do as I wished.

I sighed with the weight of my responsibilities, as I judged Emily to have already spoilt her shoes and dirtied the hem of her dress. Sarah was obviously not attending to her enough, and would have to share in her education.

I had begun to savour the nature of Emily’s education, when I saw my daughter stop, and even at this distance, I could see the pain on her face as she turned pale and clasped her hands to her bodice.

“Rose!” I cried, already striding from the room. She stood in the hall, my breakfast on a tray.

“Never mind that!” I told her. “Go fetch the doctor. Now girl, NOW!” I cried, and I was already on the move, slamming the back door open to run towards my daughter as she slowly collapsed, Emily staring at her, transfixed in horror and shock.

******

Doctor Burrows entered the parlour still drying his hands on a towel, Rose at his heels lest he might leave the towel discarded on an item of furniture. I stood and looked at him, already guessing the news from the dour expression on his face.

“Miss Sarah will be fine, with some rest and good food. That is all she needs. But I’m afraid she has miscarried my lord,” he announced.

I nodded. For the best really, I thought.

“Can she have visitors?” I asked. Emily looked lost and would rest much easier if she could see her mother.

“Yes of course, but only for short periods! She will recoup slightly day after day,” the doctor explained. “I’ve left some medicine with Rose,” he went on to say, already closing his bag, and then checking his watch.

“By the way! Those are a fine set of stripes across her bottom. Very neatly placed,” he said with a nod. I thanked him and saw him out, then led Emily upstairs to see her mother.

Sarah looked poorly, but was certainly pleased to see us both and gave Emily a big hug.

“I’m sorry to be such a bother, Father,” she said weakly.

“It’s no bother! You get yourself well and until then, there’s no reason for you to worry about a thing,” I told her.

She licked her lips.

“Is it your intention to continue Emily’s education?” she asked with a knowing smile, stroking her worried daughter’s hair and holding her little hands comfortingly.

“Yes! There’s no point in stopping now, besides Emily seems to be coping well enough so far,” I argued.

The child looked worried and chewed her lip, but I didn’t miss the look Sarah gave towards my trousers, nor the flush to her cheeks as she knowingly agreed to me furthering Emily’s education.

“It’s just that I wouldn’t want Emily to miss out on any opportunity for advancement,” Sarah said with a smile, her voice now fading with her exhaustion.

“I understand! But I will limit her lessons to the martinet until you are well enough to help,” I promised.

“But Grandfather! I don’t like the martinet, it hurts,” Emily said.

“Now Emily! You are to do as your grandfather tells you and you are to learn your lessons well, do you understand?” Sarah ordered, her voice almost inaudible but there was no mistake in her expression.

“Yes, Mummy,” Emily, replied timidly, rubbing her bottom and trying not to think about where else I might aim that painful little whip.

******

Dinner was somewhat delayed by all the fuss and bother that Sarah had unintentionally caused.

As we waited, I tested my granddaughter’s reading skills and helped her with the words she had difficulty with, thus gauging her overall ability.

Dinner was held in relative silence, that was until, Emily broke her silence, just as Rose was serving me a coffee at the end of the meal.

“Grandfather?” Emily asked softly and politely, waiting for my nod before she continued. “Will I be needing any lessons this evening?” she asked, even more softly.

“Well my child! It’s proper to wait until we go to the Library, to find that out,” I told her.

“Oh,” she murmured. “So, have I done wrong then?” she asked, blushing prettily.

“Well! Now that you mention it you dirtied your shoes and your dress whilst out playing this morning,” I argued.

“But Mummy said I may,” she offered.

“Then your mother was mistaken, and will require some further lessons herself, once she is better,” I explained.

Emily nodded. “Grandfather? As mother is unwell, will her lessons be held over until she is better?” she asked.

“Yes! It’s called an Accrual, and the very reason why your mother has so many lines across her bottom. You see she had accrued a number of lessons which had to learnt all at the same time,” I explained, with a smile.

“Oh! I don’t think I want my lessons to be accrued. I want them to be given to me when I need them,” Emily explained in all seriousness.

“I see! Then that is what I shall do,” I chuckled, ringing the bell as I stood, my arm held out to escort her to the Library.

Rose was hurrying in as we entered, and curtsied before coming over to stand beside the child who waited patiently for me to remove the key from my breast pocket and step over to open the cabinet.

“Now! Emily, you will go first,” I told her.

“Well,” she began, her voice low with her nervousness. “I dirtied my shoes and my dress, as I played outside this morning,” she murmured.

“Anything else?” I queried.

Reaching for the martinet, I lifted it up to my nose and inhaled the fragrance of the leather, and something more, something gathered from my granddaughter, a subtle smell that was all the more intoxicating because of her innocence.

“I spoke out of turn, over dinner,” she admitted, her head downcast and her hands playing nervously with the hem of her dress.

“Prepare her!” I told Rose.

Rose assisted, kneeling and helping her undo the buttons, hooks and eyes that held her dress about her. Last to come off were the grey cotton stockings she wore, with the plain pink garters holding them around her thighs, her skin looking pale in comparison.

Emily glanced at me shyly from under the curtain of her loosened hair as I contemplated her nakedness, comparing her with my memory of her mother at the same age.

They both had pale skin that was so fine it was possible to see the fine blue veins that ran under the surface.

However, her cunt would look much more enticing without those wispy hairs, so I made a mental note to have Rose pluck them out the next time she attended to the child’s hygiene.

When Emily turned, blushing brightly, she revealed her lovely bottom and thighs, which were crying out to be caned, but I promised Sarah that I would only use the martinet and that would be sufficient for the present.

“Now Rose! Help Emily into position,” I ordered.

Rose knew the position well and drew her towards the settee, calming the nervous girl with gentle words and urging her to stand with her thighs well apart and await my next instruction.

Emily looked nervously towards me as she slowly shuffled her thighs apart, until her labia hung from her slender pink cunt partially drawn apart, the slender bulb of her clitoris revealed, the flesh clearly tender from last nights lesson.

Rose allowed me time to inspect the girl, before gently urging her forward, over the bolster the arm rest provided, there to hug the cushion to her, her breath quickening with the anticipation of her forthcoming lesson.

The choice of the settee had proved to be the right one. In bending her over the arm, her bottom had lost its leanness and had instead tightened and parted, opening to reveal her darling little anus, quivering within the hollow of her crevice just an inch above the bright pink mouth of her vagina. She lay revealed, her panting and whimpering telling me she knew that she was indecently exposed, her first conscious unveiling before a man.

Did it excite as well as frighten her?

“Have you cleaned yourself, Emily?” I asked.

“Yes Sir,” she murmured, hiding her raging face in the cushion.

“Remain still whilst I check,” I ordered.

I knelt down beside her, the better to watch as my finger invaded her parted vulva and drew resilient lip from lip to gaze as much as touch the gleaming pink flesh within.

She quivered and panted as my free hand stroked her thigh, urging her to calmness whilst I gloried in my close examination, identifying her urethra and the tiny pink walled entry to her developing body before going back to caress her clenching anus.

I inhaled her scent from my finger and sucked ravenously on the tip, my eyes promising Rose who was a willing participant in the child’s education, a long hard ride to Canterbury later that evening for her help.

“Good girl!” I murmured.

Raising the martinet I flicked it across her lovely bottom bringing a gasp and a jerk, more of surprise than of pain, then directed my aim between her bottom cheeks to strike her tender anus causing the girl to squirm delightfully just like her mother did when she was a child. Then I flicked with more purpose, striking both her anus and cunt at the same time, bringing fresh cries and struggles.

“You should have been educated like this years ago,” I said, stopping for a moment so that Rose could take a hold of the child’s wrists and pull her hands away from her bottom.

This had improved my view of her charms, but delayed my enjoyment of her punishment. Now, with her wrists safely held, I aimed much lower striking at the softer insides of her thighs and grazing her exposed vulva as I did.

With a squeal, Emily lifted her bottom up and jerked it from side to side with the pain, but I didn’t stop to let her settle, but struck even harder smiling as the searing pain brought fresh cries from the poor child.

“You do want to be a good girl, don’t you?” I asked.

“Yes, yes!” Emily replied.

I nodded to Rose to release one of her wrists, then quickly snapped the tips of the martinet directly into her cunt and anus, making her lift her bottom and part her thighs even further with the explosion of feelings it caused.

Her reaction was as I expected as she quickly brought her free hand between her thighs to masturbate in the hope that this would somehow bring relief from the searing pain.

We both watched mesmerised as Emily whimpered and squirmed, straining to achieve what pleasure she could from her crude efforts, but had to admire the elasticity of her labia as the little tart pulled, pinched and rubbed frantically.

“Please! Please,” she whimpered.

I struck again over her fingers and into her now tender anus causing her to scissor her thighs around her masturbating fingers, arch her back and fling her head back in exaltation of her release.

The child was starting to show her true nature, and I smiled at Rose as I thought of all the enjoyment she would bring us over the coming weeks, months and years. As her pleasure spike eased and her senses returned, Emily blushed brightly with the knowledge of what she had been doing.

Then without making any comment on the erotic scene, I led her over to the corner of the room and had her stand facing the wall binding her wrists in front of her.

This had the desired effect of stopping her from using her hands to rub her bottom, but not from using her hands to masturbate.

“Now! You will remain here until I have finished with Rose,” I told her, slipping on a blindfold. “If you move! I will punish you most severely. Do you understand?” I asked.

“Yes Grandfather,” she whimpered.

She looked most desirable, bound and blindfolded, her young body, in particular her little breasts and lovely little bottom glowing from the bright blush of her excitement.

Leaving her I returned to my maid, whose eyes were transfixed by the child’s display of sheer wantonness.

“Now Rose! Have you been good?” I asked.

“I have tried, Sir, but I failed to adequately dust the hall,” she told me. I had to admit to not having noticed anything amiss in the hall, but it suited me to take her word for it.

“Is that all?” I asked, replacing the martinet and hovering over one of the many canes in my collection.

“Dinner was delayed because of me,” she added, her eyes on my hand while her breath quickened.

My hand then moved towards the leather strap and hovered as I watched with delight as her face started to glow.

“Present!” I ordered.

Rose cast a glance at the bound and blindfolded child before slowly removing her uniform and trembling as she looked at me, the tip of her lovely breasts now extended and seemingly aching to be touched.

“It’s been quite a while since you’ve had to present your breasts, hasn’t it?” I teased, delighted to see that her arousal had caused her nipples to harden.

“Yes Sir,” she replied.

Emily was unable to see but she turned her head inquisitively as she listened, then continued to seek relief from the pain with her agile fingers.

“Now! Keep quite still,” I ordered.

Rose obediently folded her arms behind her back and offered her left breast for the first stroke. It wasn’t long in coming and she gasped and jerked with the searing pain.

“Now! Present the other breast,” I ordered.

Blinking back her tears, Rose turned and I brought the strap down hard again across her right breast, causing her to cry out as the pain engulfed her.

“Lovely!” I murmured.

I examined the welts and was delighted to see that they had swelled and became a violent pink, lovingly decorating her delicate skin.

Do they hurt? I asked grasping a breast in each hand and squeezing.

Rose let out a cry and nodded, her face showing anguish and a sharp movement of her head as her trembling grew. I continued to squeeze, then released her and then led her to the table.

“Now! Present you bottom,” I ordered.

“Yes, Sir,” my maid replied.

“You may rest your breasts on the table,” I said.

“Thank you, Sir,” Rose said. Sighing softly and clearly grateful for the cold surface as it helped to reduce some of the discomfort, Rose adjusted her stance.

Parting her thighs she dipped her back and thrust her lovely bottom out exposing her anus and the swollen lips of her young cunt, which now gleamed and quivered with her wanton desire.

The sight gave my arm strength and I brought the strap down across her bottom causing her to bounce and twist most delightfully.

Then, once I judged her ready, I moved around to stand behind and use both forehand and backhand strokes to bring her to her toes. Soft and tremulous cries came from deep within her, as she wriggled her bottom and displayed her gleaming cunt wantonly.

“Please, Sir, I’ll be good, I’ll be good!” she panted, her body now twisting and turning whilst her hands fought the urge to reach back and rub her burning bottom.

“Are you ready to ride?” I asked, opening my trousers, and panting as much from my efforts as from my excitement. Turning towards Emily I was pleased to see that she was still listening intently.

“Yes, Sir” Rose replied.

Rose looked delightful laid, as she was across the table ready for me to mount her.

“It will be a short but a hard ride,” I warned, for the sight of her lovely bottom, and Emily naked, bound and blindfolded, had inspired me to arrive quickly at my destination. She hid her face as I stepped up behind her, and keened with her secret pleasure as I entered her.

“To Hampstead!” I gasped, thrusting with all my vigour.

“Yes, yes! To Hampstead,” she avowed breathlessly.

I grunted with each thrust, loving the friction of her tight young cunt as it gripped my cock, her body jerking back and forth with the power of my thrusts.

“You’re such a lovely ride!” I panted as I reined her in, the welts on her bottom now feeling large and prominent in my hands and as I looked down, my eyes beheld my rampant cock, which was covered with the juices of her excitement.

“Thank you!” she squealed, pressing her bottom back and keening as I thrust soundly then held myself embedded in her rippling, clutching cunt as I spent.

As I regained my strength and Rose dressed, I watched as Emily jerked her lovely little bottom and thighs desperately trying to obtain what pleasure she could with her fingers.

“Well, well! What a naughty little girl,” I teased, releasing her and holding her so I could feed my sperm covered fingers into her mouth.

“You must go up and see you mother now,” I said, letting her get used to the taste and smell of my sperm covered fingers. “You must also be sure to tell her how naughty you’re been, and tell her that I insist that she teaches you how to pray for your forgiveness,” I told her.

Hot faced, her eyes big and round, she licked her lips of our mixed flavours and breathlessly nodded. Rose helped her dress, and then I guided the child to her mother’s room and stood outside to hear the child give her mother the message and unwittingly sealing her fate.

******

The following day it rained heavily keeping Emily indoors and Rose on her toes as she tried desperately to keep the hall floor clean after each visitor.

Emily spent the time with her mother, and by the time I got up there to see them, late in the afternoon, Sarah was sitting up in bed, the colour having returned to her cheeks, and was helping Emily to read.

“You’re looking much better,” I said.

I added some coals to the fire to ensure the room remained warm and when I turned, saw Emily quietly making her way from the room.

“We need to talk,” Sarah said.

There were two chairs next to a table close to the window and I drew a chair to the bed and sat, clasping my hands together while waiting patiently for her to begin as she fumbled with her silk handkerchief and chewed on her lip.

I swallowed, remembering all the times her mother had not been around to stop me from warming her little bottom until she begged me to ride her hard, and then had to pray for her forgiveness afterwards.

I recalled her quivering little hands the first time she had knelt to pray and the look in her eyes as she looked up at me, her lips slowly closing around my cock.

I also recalled the submissive streak in her as she thrust her bottom back even though it was burning a fiery red from the strap.

“Emily told me how naughty she was last night, and asked me to teach her to pray for her forgiveness,” Sarah explained.

“Good! The child is going to need much harsher lessons, if we are going to bring her wantonness under control,” I argued.

“I agree,” Sarah replied, with a smile.

Leaving the room I was satisfied that we were both in full agreement about Emily’s education, and that the poor child was going to provide some delightful entertainment as she struggles to cope with our cruel lessons.

******

The evening wasn’t long in coming. Rose took Sarah’s dinner up to her room on a tray, whilst Emily and I remained downstairs in the dining room.

My eyes seldom strayed from the little girl as my thoughts turned to her education. Sarah, Rose and Jane had all learnt their lessons the painful way, and I certainly had no intention of treating Emily any differently.

“You’re twelve now, are you not, Emily?” I asked.

“Nearly! Sir” Emily replied.

“Good! That means you are old enough,” I suggested.

“Old enough for what?” Emily asked, a puzzled look on her face.

“To pray for your forgiveness!” I teased.

“Oh Rose! We will be having tonight’s session in Miss Sarah’s room,” I explained, as she poured the coffee.

“Yes, Sir,” Rose replied, as she cleared the table.

“Take Emily upstairs and prepare her as I requested, then take her to her mother’s room and wait for me there. I will be along shortly,” I ordered.

“Yes Sir,” Rose replied.

Emily hesitated, but Rose soon took a firm hold of her little hand and led her up the stairs. I smiled, as I thought of what she might be saying to the child to calm her nerves.

This kept me occupied while I sipped my coffee, then I entered the library and opened the cabinet to admire the array of implements I had at my disposal.

The choice was difficult, and made even harder by the knowledge that what ever I took up to Sarah’s room would have to do as I couldn’t very well leave them to fetch more. I decided to take a selection of implements and climbed the stairs quietly.

As I entered, Sarah was sitting by the curtained window, with a shawl about her shoulders. She smiled, watching my expression as I surveyed the little scene she had arranged.

Emily stared at me, her eyes large and round as, naked but for a pair of Rose’s stockings. A ball gag had been placed in her mouth and her arms tied behind her back in order to prevent a repeat of her wanton behaviour.

Rose’s face was hidden, but I had no doubt she was blushing. She was draped across the back of another chair, her knees placed on each of the arms parting her lovely thighs wide exposing her cunt and anus most delightfully.

“What do you think?” Sarah asked.

I nodded my approval, as I placed the implements down on the table.

Approaching Emily, I stroked her hair and smiled as she mewed softly through her gag. I was pleased to see that Rose had plucked out the hairs that were spoiling her lovely cunt leaving her smooth and to my delight a little sore.

“Has she been good?” I asked.

“Not entirely, she resisted!” Perhaps a sharp lesson in obedience is necessary,” she suggested.

I nodded then turned to Rose, or to be precise her bottom. I stroked the twin cheeks that were so erotically parted before me, and slid my finger along the groove.

She was pleasantly warm and moist, and trembling with anticipation.

“That one enjoys her lessons far too much!” Sarah remarked, her eyes ablaze with lust.

Rose whimpered, uncomfortable with the telling of her secrets, and yet her labia rubbed smoothly against each other, oiled by all the excitement.

“I agree!” I said.

Emily gasped as I selected an unusual looking implement made of wood that was covered with rubber spikes. No doubt it would feel cool the first time I used it on Rose’s bottom, but that would soon change.

So, with my audience riveted, I raised my arm then hesitated at the top of the swing, poising for them to stare and imagine the pain it would inflict, before bringing it down with force.

Rose gasped, and then squirmed, the flesh across her bottom tinged with pink from the first slap. Another, and she gasped and panted, whimpering softly while I prepared for the next. Sarah watched with great excitement, whilst Emily gulped with a need to breathe more deeply.

The child looked divine, bound and gagged, her body quivering with apprehension, her inquisitive eyes following my hand as it struck Rose’s bottom, the impact flattening the cheeks before reforming, to leave her skin glowing from the friction.

Rose sobbed, whimpered and panted. Her thighs quivered as, strike after strike, the cheeks of her bottom began to burn with a ruddy redness that spoke of an inner heat.

“Now! Let’s see if Rose has learnt her lesson,” Sarah suggested.

I nodded and Rose took her cue darting her hand urgently between her thighs to bury the tip of two fingers into her cunt. A moment later, and her other hand appeared from around her bottom and she found her anus and speared it for us all to see.

Sarah watched, licking her lips, as Rose fingered her anus, pushing it inward, then out.

Emily panted around her gag and blushed hotly, knowing her that one day she would have to perform the same shameless little exhibition.

“That’s my girl,” I said, stroking her bottom while she panted and squirmed, her fingers stabbing back and forth in her cunt and anus.

“Stop that at once!” Sarah ordered.

Rose whimpered. “But Miss, please!” she begged, her voice muffled by her position, and her embarrassment. Her fingers slid away, stopping reluctantly.

Sarah had other ideas, and picked up a strap from the table in front of her and aimed the tip directly into the girl’s exposed cunt. Rose arched, her scream filling the room. Sarah ignored her and swung the strap again, her aim perfect, the tip landing forcefully on Rose’s inflamed vulva.

“Please!” Rose cried, jerking with all the sensations the strap had caused.

“Another? Do you want another?” Sarah teased.

I expected Rose to beg for her to stop but instead the girl gasped breathlessly, turning her bottom towards her new mistress, opening herself for the next kiss of the strap.

Firm lipped and unblinking, Sarah struck. Rose jumped forward and keened, her hands pressing themselves to her cunt, while dew spilt down her thighs and measured the force of her orgasm.

“My word!” I breathed, astonished.

“I told you that she enjoyed her lessons!” Sarah announced.

Rose continued her contortions, biting her lips and keening with her rush of pleasure, her hands working diligently between her thighs, either to dispel the pain of the strap or to extend the glory of her pleasure, I could not tell.

“What a disgusting display!” Sarah announced, with a smile. “I think, Father, that Rose should receive some extra tuition, after Emily has gone to bed,” she suggested.

“I agree! Perhaps we can try to correct her wanton behaviour,” I said with a smile, watching, as her face took on a wondrously glow.

“Perhaps a long hard ride,” Sarah suggested.

“At a gallop!” I replied.

“You’ll need to use the crop,” she warned.

“There is a horsewhip,” I reminded her.

The thread looked soft and unremarkable. Yet, used well, they teased the soft skin upon which they flicked, often sending the body into contortions as the pain sunk inwards to leave an afterglow that took hours to drain away.

“Ah yes! The horsewhip,” Sarah murmured, smiling towards the naked maid.

Rose whimpered and got down on her knees, a hand working feverishly between her thighs, pulling and rubbing, even twisting and pinching her tender lips.

“Please, Miss. I’ll do anything for you,” she whimpered.

“We’ll see,” was all that Sarah would say, and snapped her fingers to have Rose stand and move to one side.

As much as the scene had inflamed me, and in any other circumstances I would have ridden Rose to a short fast gallop there and then, but Sarah diverted my attention by pointing towards Emily, ordering the child to step forward.

With her chest glowing, and her now hairless vulva sore and tinged a blushing pink, Emily stepped forward, her eyes darting between the three of us, held longest by the sight of Rose as she continued to feverishly masturbate.

“Don’t you worry about Rose,” Sarah told Emily, reaching for her head to hold her still whilst the ball in her mouth was eased out and the bindings were removed from her arms. “You have important matters to attend to, do you not?” Sarah asked.

Emily looked even more divine as she glanced up at me, fluttering her eyes and licking her lips.

“Yes Mummy,” she murmured.

“Show us what a good girl you can be,” Sarah told her.

I remained still as the child timidly approached, then dropped to her knees in front of me. Looking down at her, I saw how her breasts were beginning to form, shallow cones that drew her tiny nipples outward.

Then my attention was diverted as her little hands reached out and began fumbling with my trousers. Nothing was more arousing than the unaccustomed fingers of a child striving bravely to undo the awkward buttons of my tweed trousers. The grazing of her fingers on my cock through my clothes may have startled her, but every unintentional touch inflamed my lust to new heights.

Rose was forgotten, although she panted close by, seated on the rug with her thighs splayed apart giving her the best access for three fingers to pummel her cunt.

Of Sarah I was only partially aware, glancing towards her to see the glow on her cheeks as she watched with great delight as her daughter slowly managed her initial task.

Licking her lips and panting, and I am certain with some trepidation, Emily eased my trousers apart to jerk in fright as my excited cock sprang free.

“Don’t be frightened,” her mother advised.

I smiled comfortingly while my cock glared at her with his single eye, throbbing madly with lust.

“Put your hands around the shaft, as I told you Emily,” Sarah urged.

The child nervously followed her mother’s instructions and I groaned with delight, watching her soft young hands grip my cock and feeling her inexperienced grip tighten around it.

“Now! Place it between your lips and then pray for your forgiveness,” Sarah instructed.

My breath quickened, just to watch the child rise slightly to bring her mouth level with my now rampant cock. She looked up, her large eyes questioning and nervous.

Then her mouth opened and she was putting the tender head of my cock between her lips, looking at me as she began to mouth her prayers, a little whisper lost beyond the rush of sensations that were flooding me with passion.

“Yes, oh yes!” I breathed.

She licked her lips, licking me in the process, and the sensation shot along my stem and into the pit of my belly.

“Again!” I begged. She licked and watched my reaction.

The girl was learning her power, testing my reaction with a pressing of her lips, a rub of her hands. I thrust deeper into her mouth and shook with the bliss of her lips sealed around the head of my cock.

Sarah knelt beside Emily to guide her, and fresh pleasure swept into me as they both moved back and forth along the stem, her palms small enough to do so. They pulled at my foreskin and Emily licked at the freshly exposed shaft, the sensations causing me to pant and weaken at the knees.

“He’s close,” I heard Sarah say.

My granddaughter was sucking my cock, pleasuring it with her hands, tongue and mouth and looking up at me, as her mouth strained around its circumference.

Her little face set me off and I cried out with the familiar feeling of my balls contracting, the seed rising as my cock prepared to erupt into the child’s mouth.

“Yes, yes!” I cried thrusting my cock deeper into her mouth watching her eyes widen as the first spurt hit her tongue and coated her mouth with my sticky seed.

“Swallow, darling,” Sarah coaxed, well versed with how to take my seed.

Emily swallowed, her mouth squeezing the end of my cock, and I cried out with the second spurt of seed, reaching down to press her hands hard around me to prolong the sensations sweeping through my loins.

“Keep swallowing, Emily,” Sarah told her, kneeling at her side and trying to prevent the surprised child from choking.

“What a good girl!” Sarah beamed, and drew Emily to her to hug and cuddle, then kissed her full on the mouth, tasting a share of my salty residue.

Despite having just spent, the sight of mother and daughter kissing each other so fervently, tongues working deep within each other’s mouths, stirred my cock again.

The last of my spend dribbled from the tip to stretch down to the carpet, and Rose scurried across to pant as she picked it up, then followed it with her tongue, back up to my cock.

Her lick helped it to rise a fraction more, and in a moment she was praying upon it, slobbering on the end as she breathlessly worked to have it regain its hardness.

Sarah finished kissing her daughter and turned the child upon her lap, drawing the child’s thighs apart so I might fully admire the girl’s lovely young charms.

And, indeed, I did, my breath quickening as I gazed at the flushed and curved flesh and the bright pink interior of the slender morsel that was her clitoris.

Rose stood my now re-vitalised cock upon my belly and licked, her attention on my face as her fingers delicately brushed the tender flesh between my thighs.

“You will ride to Bristol,” I told her breathlessly.

“Yes Sir,” she whispered, her face and breasts brightly flushed, her young nipples standing erect.

Sarah’s bed was far too soft for the hard ride I had in mind, but her linen box wasn’t. Drawing it from the foot of the bed, I lay along it with my feet off of the end, spread to let my balls dangle between my thighs. Rose, breathless in anticipation, eagerly mounted my cock and slid down to impale herself fully along its length.

Looking beyond my maid, I could see Emily sitting upon her mother’s knee with her thighs parted, but her pretty cunt was obscured by her mother’s hand as she masturbated the girl, shortening her breath and lifting the colour of the child’s skin.

Leaning forward, Rose’s pert breasts hovered as she began her ride.

With loud gasps, she rose and fell upon me, using her thighs to lift and lower her lovely bottom, the very action serving to tighten her young cunt around my now rampant cock.

“To Bristol!” I panted. My efforts during the day had tired me, and yet the feel of Rose’s tight passage about me only served to harden me and make me throb.

“Sir!” she cried, coming upon me.

I held her about her waist and helped her to rise and fall, wincing as my cock felt the grip at the top of her passage. Rose didn’t seem to notice, panting with her eyes closed, her belly sucked in while her breasts stood out, swaying very slightly as she landed upon me.

“Sir!” she all but wept as I continued to help her to rise and fall upon me. She bit her lower lip and ground it between her teeth while I awkwardly pushed my pelvis up to meet her descent, my need rising with my cock’s soreness in equal amounts.

“Bristol, Bristol,” she began to chant. Her hands came to flatten against my chest as she supported herself upon me, her thighs holding her raised while my haunches did all the effort, slamming in and out of her tight young cunt.

What a view they must have, I thought. My hands moved around Rose’s waist to grip her bottom cheeks and draw them apart. Now, what a view they must have, I thought. I pumped with much more vigour, ignoring the soreness of my cock and concentrated on spending.

“We’re there!” I cried. Rose keened, quivering with the onslaught of yet another orgasm. Her young cunt bathed my cock in a fiery liquid and fluttered open and closed as I pumped.

I felt myself erupt and yelled my victory. My thighs quivered as I thrust myself deep inside the girl and held myself there until I delivered the last of my seed, emptying my balls until I felt weak with its loss.

Sarah knelt beside me and put her fingers under my nose, smiling at me as I inhaled the scent of Emily’s immature little cunt. With a chuckle, she let me lick the flavour before she bent to kiss me deeply on my mouth.

******

“Good morning, Father!” Sarah announced the following morning as she entered the dining room her daughter close behind, blushing brightly as I glanced and smiled at her.

“Should you be up?” I asked, quickly rising to help her to sit down.

“It’s alright! The doctor said I shouldn’t stay in bed,” Sarah told me as she sat gingerly in the chair.

Emily, still blushing prettily, sat beside her and reached for toast.

“And you? Are you fully recovered from last night?” she asked me as Rose hovered nearby, her face giving nothing away.

“I think so,” I smiled. Having Sarah, Rose and Emily at my beck and call excited me.

“The tailor is due today, for a final fitting,” I reminded them, the thought of watching Emily mauled again by the little man bringing it to mind.

“We will remain available, Father,” Sarah announced, smiling at her blushing daughter. “You squirmed prettily when he measured you last, as I recall,” she chuckled.

Emily blushed, a lovely glow under her smooth skin whilst her eyes fluttered endearingly towards me.

I watched as her little chest pressed against her old gown as she inhaled then deflated, leaving a gap under which I wished my eyes could follow, and remembered the little pink nipples and how they stiffened into tiny points under his rough fingers.

******

The tailor arrived early, no doubt keen to renew acquaintances with the females as his eyes fairly gleamed behind the small gold-rimmed glasses that perched precariously on the end of his nose.

He had brought a pretty little girl with him who couldn’t have been much older than Emily.

“And who is this?” I asked.

“This is my new assistant!” he explained with a smile. “She is the daughter of a friend,” he added, his eyes looking worried lest I might pry further into his affairs.

“I see!” I replied.

I understood the need for discretion in such matters and dismissed any further enquiry, returning to the business at hand.

“So! How do you wish to proceed?” I asked, making myself comfortable and smiling at the blushing faces of Sarah and Emily.

“I have brought their clothing, my lord. All I need is for them to undress and try them on, so I might make the final adjustments, to ensure a good fit, Sir,” he replied.

“We’ll begin with Sarah,” I told him. “That way she can show Emily how it’s done,” I suggested.

Sarah blushed as she stepped before the tailor.

“I assume that you will need me to undress completely?” she asked, her hands already rising to the bow at her neck.

“Certainly!” he murmured, glancing over for my permission.

I nodded and then watched Sarah undress. With no underwear, she was quickly naked but for the stockings she had chosen to wear, frilly garters holding them about her thighs.

The tailor took a moment to admire my daughter’s heavy breasts and the well-furnished crop of curls rising from between her legs, and then hurried his little assistant forward to help her slide into a pair of cotton drawers.

They tied comfortably around her waist and encased her upper thighs and bottom with a frilly edge adorning a large split down the centre that left her delightfully exposed.

He had not intended a corset, but had brought a cut-off version that left her lower belly uncovered, but provided support to her breasts and lifted her nipples most erotically.

The tailor made adjustments, touching her intimately and licking his lips with his daring, his eyes often darting towards me to test my reaction, before touching her with yet more daring.

Sarah accepted his attentions with small gasps that brightened her cheeks and a quickening breath. Emily watched, her cheeks burning brightly, no doubt aware that she would be next.

“Is the corset high enough?” I enquired. “Should it not be higher, like so?” I asked, rising to better explain my point by cupping the area I meant and causing her nipple to burn in my palm whilst her full breast refused to be pressed more tightly to her chest.

“Such restraint often leads to an un-natural shape, such as this,” he explained, licking his lips as he pushed Sarah’s other breast upward.

I nodded, satisfied.

“Are the draws split sufficiently?” I wondered, and pulled Sarah’s thighs apart, the better to trace the frilly opening, grazing the soft but resistant flesh that lay within, hanging like a ripe fruit between her thighs.

“I believe so,” he whispered, and he passed his own hand within the split, tracing the area from the front through to the back and, in doing so, ensured her privates were easily accessible. His fingers re-appeared gleaming with her moisture and, shaken, he wiped them on his trousers.

Sarah bit her lip, suffering the embarrassing handling and blushing brightly under the wide-eyed stares of Emily and the tailor’s little assistant.

They both watched as we handled her, commenting upon her clothes as much as on her body while they looked on in open wonderment. Finally finished with Sarah, we undressed her of the new clothes and invited Emily to step forward.

“Come now Emily! I’m sure you want these new clothes,” I teased as the child hesitantly stepped forward.

Blushing brightly she stood completely still as the assistant undid the little hooks and eyes of her old and worn dress. Like her mother, the child was naked beneath, but for an old pair of stockings, held by strips of cloth about her thighs.

“I’ve made a shift for the child,” the tailor explained, placing it over her head and then kneeling to draw it downwards.

It was a simple enough garment, and yet it added beauty to the young girl, allowing as it did, her skin tone to show through. It stretched tightly across her budding breasts and the pert cheeks of her lovely bottom, adding an allure that made me want to groan and press myself to her young form.

“I think it’s perfect,” I told him.

“The bodice will need some attention, as she grows,” he argued, his hand quivering slightly as he passed it over her budding breasts in order to illustrate his point.

“Yes, I see what you mean,” I replied, noticing that her nipples had indeed started to harden with the friction of the tightly stretched fabric.

“And here?” I said, fondling her bottom, so enticingly clad in the sheer material. The child’s warm breath exploded against the side of my face as I delighted in the feel of the fabric that now so tightly encased her lovely bottom.

“Perhaps a seam along here!” he suggested, watching me as he drew his finger slowly down her anal crease to illustrate his point. Emily’s breath stopped and her eyes widened as she begun to feel the pleasure of having her anus caressed.

“I think a seam might be best,” I agreed, watching Emily bow under the pressure of his finger, her breath becoming lost as it slowly descended.

“And you must return every month to determine if the shift requires alteration, due to her growth,” I demanded.

“Of course, Sir, I’d be more than happy to do so, Sir,” the tailor agreed, his hot eyes returning to the pretty child, before the new dress was slipped over her head and his view denied.

Emily’s eyes gleamed with delight as she spun in her new dress. Her mother laughed and clapped her hands, grinning proudly at the young girl as she made a splendid figure in the pretty dress with a lovely big bow at the back and a bodice that was tight about her waist, and yet left room for her breasts to development, and our eyes to peer under it.

“I hope they are to your satisfaction, my Lord,” the tailor said, as he enviously wrung his hands.

I nodded my approval. Both Sarah and Emily shone with delight, and I fully expected their good feelings to be shared with me, later that day.

“I would be interested in seeing what other styles are in fashion, in particular the underclothes,” I said. “Perhaps, when you come again, your pretty little assistant could model some for us?” I suggested.

“I’m sure that can be arranged, Sir,” he said, with a smile.

The tailor and his assistant then retired, taking the clothes and promising to return with the completed garments late the following day.

Sarah embraced her excited daughter and, smiling towards me for a moment, whispered in to her daughter’s ear.

I wondered what mischief my daughter was about, and didn’t have to wait long, for the girl jumped down from her mother’s knee and ran across to me. With a playful grin and a flush in her cheeks, Emily climbed upon my lap to hug me.

“Thank you for the new clothes, Grandfather,” she whispered, kissing my cheek and looking me in the eye as her little hands came to rest upon my cock, slumbering in my trousers.

“My dear girl!” I gasped, loosing my breath as my cock hardened, the little touches of her hands too stimulating to ignore, even through the thick wool of my trousers.

“You best take it out before it gets too stiff to do so,” Sarah suggested, walking sedately across to us and smiling down at me knowingly.

“You little tart!” I gasped. Stretching allowed her little fingers easier access to the buttons of my woollen trousers, and I gasped afresh as my cock bounded out into the open, only to get captured straight away by her hot little hands.

“Now that you have caught it, what will you do with it?” Sarah asked, kneeling to address her daughter.

“Please! Don’t take too long in deciding!” I pleaded.

Emily slid from my lap to find a place between my parted knees, and her mother gave her softly spoken advice on how to hold me, how to move her fingers, where upon my cock I was the most sensitive, and the best way to wriggle her tongue along the stem to cause me the most pleasure.

My greatest delight, however, was in watching the child take her instruction. Her brow furrowed, as she listened and then tried it, beaming happily when I gasped, or when my cock jerked with all the sensations she was causing in me.

Her instruction continued, and the game became a torture for me as, time and time again, the child would undertake a task, only to stop short of my pleasure, leaving me to pant and groan while she and her mother smiled and giggled together, co-conspirators to my growing discomfort.

“No more teasing,” I urged, my breath sounding loud even to my own ears, while my heart thudded with the demands of my body. My cock drooled upon the child’s fingers and she occasionally lowered her mouth to suck and lick at the excess. She had already learnt that a squeeze and a tug would bring more, should she wish it.

Grinning playfully up at me, she held my cock upright and licked the underside, directly beneath the head, where I was the tenderest, and new gasps of delight were pressed from my body.

“Sarah, please!” I begged.

“Come now, Emily. Place the knob end between your lips, your tongue lowered, and pump the shaft as you did earlier. Be sure to swallow all you receive!” she warned.

“Yes Mummy,” Emily answered.

Such a good little girl, I thought, mesmerised by the look upon her face as she lowered my cock towards her mouth, and slid the tip past her lips.

“Oh, my word!” I gasped, gripping the arms of the chair as her hands began a firm slid, up and down the shaft. She half pulled and half slid along flesh made slippery from her licking and drooled pre-come as her teeth nibbled upon the exposed head. I could stare at her no longer and arched, my head flung back, as the intense pleasure, so akin to pain, tore at me.

I cried out and spent a torrent of seed into her mouth. With a look of concentration on her brow, she swallowed and continued to stroke, then swallowed again and again as the force of my ejaculation had me jerking in my seat.

Emily rose from my shrinking cock and beamed proudly at her mother.

“Did I do well, Mummy?” she asked.

“Oh yes, I would say so,” Sarah said, laughing at the sight of me, exhausted upon my chair, my cock in a sorry state, lying as it was shrunken upon my open fly.

******

Dinner that evening was a culinary delight, and made more pleasant by watching Sarah and Emily nervously prepare for the ordeal that was to follow. Their anticipation was like a fine brandy, warming my belly and tightening my throat, causing my cock to leak upon my thigh.

As the clock in the hall struck nine, they hurried through to the library while I followed at a more sedate pace, only to find that Rose was already there waiting.

“Sarah! List your transgressions,” I said.

As she prepared herself, I made my way to the cabinet and, extracting the key from my breast pocket, opened the glass doors to reveal all my fine educational implements.

“Well?” I coaxed.

“I hesitated unduly when meeting with the tailor today,” she told me.

I hadn’t noted, but was pleased that she could admit to it without prompting.

“Anything else?” I asked.

“Have I atoned for my lengthy absence, Father?” she asked softly.

“Ah, yes. Your lengthy absence,” I said, my hand moving from the straps to the crops.

“I am trying, Father,” she breathlessly told me, her eyes full of worry as my hand moved towards the canes.

“You are, you are,” I acknowledged.

So I selected a crop, a slender crop that would whip back and forth with only a slight movement of the wrist, and one with an overly large tongue of leather at its tip that would scold her soft flesh and bring colour to it with the least exertion on my part.

Rose and Emily watched, each shaking with the assault of their own imaginations, as Sarah bent at the waist and pushed her very feminine bottom out towards me.

Her thighs shuffled slowly apart so that her cunt slowly came into view, her labia parting with a sticky reluctance until open, her bottom half parted, enough to show off her dark and puckered anus.

“You could be such a naughty child,” I said, remembering her smiles and the wicked flashes of her charms she would give me, whenever her mother was not present.

The tongue of the crop slid up one inner thigh, and down the other, and then returned along the same path to send ripples of sensations into her cunt.

There was sufficient room between the top of her thighs for the tip to slap softly from one inner surface to the other, quickening in time and hardening, making her catch her breath, then loose it again in a cry as the last flick brought a bright red mark to each soft feminine surface.

“Sorry, are you?” I asked.

I moved to one side and flicked the crop across the polished surface of her bottom, the light taps hardly hurting, but being sufficient to tenderise and colour her curved skin.

“Yes Father,” she breathed.

She had hung her head along with her back, and her hands now clenched the far side of the table as, flick after flick, I decorated her lovely bottom with the flower marks of the leather tongue scolding her firm, yet soft flesh.

The flicking tip changed direction and moved up and down instead of across. The upper swell of her bottom and the tender underside began to feel the flick of leather, and she keened, rising onto her toes, as the rapid flicks brought a swell of sensations to overcome her will.

“Nice, is it?” I asked, stopping for a moment.

She sagged and shook.

“Yes Father,” she breathlessly answered.

The short divide of her bottom crease captured my attention and the crop assaulted her there, the tongue turned to pry within the half parted cheeks, taking away her breath and teasing her to push her bottom out further.

Then, when she was at her most susceptible, I flicked back and forth to bring a glow to her meeting flesh, jerking her onto her toes once more and taking her breath with a rush.

It was a lovely sight, made all the better by having Rose and Emily watch from close by, shaking with the knowledge that they would be next.

I smiled at Emily, for she had the most to learn.

One day, she would wriggle on my cock, her eyes misting with the flow of sensations it would cause her.

“Move your thighs further apart!” I told Sarah.

She panted and obeyed me, well versed in my preferences. She drew her thighs as far apart as she could manage, and dipped her back in order to expose the inner surfaces of her bottom.

It exposed her anus, with its flesh the colour of an apricot, knotted valiantly against intrusion and yet quivering with the knowledge that it could be breached, as it had been many times.

The soft leather tongue of the crop slid across the exposed flesh, tickling her, exciting her. She whimpered, reluctantly enjoying it and yet knowing of the sharp sensations that were to follow.

It made her quiver with the mixture of her desires and feelings. The tip of the crop lightly tapped her flesh, the left inner surface and then the right, the upper edge grazing her anus.

The girls watched, wide-eyed and dry lipped, mesmerised by the sight and sounds of Sarah as she succumbed to all the secret pleasures it brought to her.

“Harder?” I teased.

“Yes, yes!” she pleaded breathlessly, angling herself further out towards me in her submissiveness as the soft splat of the leather tongue quickened and hardened.

Sarah keened with the sensations flooding her bottom, her legs corded with tension. Seeing her open to the rapid flickering of the crop, my wrist re-directed the tip of it to land upon the rear swell of her vulva, slapping into the succulent flesh.

As I had anticipated, my daughter’s reaction was immediate. She rose as if sprung from a box, gripping herself with a look of wonder on her face as her orgasm burst upon her.

Her fiercely massaging fingers extended her pleasure for us all to witness, their eyes widening as she danced upon her hand, crying out and sobbing, whimpering with all the overwhelming sensations. She finished pressed against me, panting in my ear as she held me tightly with one arm and continued to gently stroke herself with the other, slowly coming down to earth after again.

“Come now! I have others to attend to,” I told her gruffly as the hand between her thighs turned to explore my hardness through my trousers. I lightly spanked her bottom bringing a chuckle from her lips before she slid away.

“May I help?” she asked softly.

“In what way?” I asked, returning the crop to its home and waving Rose forward.

“Oh, a little touch here, a little touch there,” she chuckled.

“I shall watch and decide,” I decided, and turned to my maid to find her blushing before hastily curtsying.

“Your sins for today?” I asked. I knew of none. Had she wished, she could have claimed none, and I would have reluctantly admitted to having no cause to educate her? As it was, she mentioned the dust in the bedroom and marks on the mirror, enough to have my hand hovering over the straps.

She watched closely, the colour rising along her neck, as I chose a three-tailed strap for her, enjoying the look on her face and the quickening of her breath as she looked upon it.

“Come along! Let me help you with your dress, Rose,” Sarah offered, stepping up to her and reaching for the large buttons that would quickly divest her of her uniform.

I watched, as did Emily, viewing the firm and high young breasts that were bared to us, followed by her lean belly and the tight slope down to her vulva. I stroked the strap, reminded of the triple marks it would leave upon her ivory toned skin.

“Will you want to strap her breasts first?” Sarah asked eagerly, her eyes bright as she forced Rose’s arms back, causing her firm young breasts to be nicely presented.

Rose panted and stared wide-eyed at me, her expression both nervous and wanton, all at the same time. Her breasts looked perfect, not overly large that they would hang, and yet not so small that they would be missed having a fulsome curve to them. Her nipples were stiff and long, darkening from their light pink as her excitement swelled them.

“Hard! I can sense she wants it hard.” Sarah said, breathlessly.

Rose whimpered and thrust her breasts out towards me, her short gasping pants holding her chest still. Her dainty nipples seemed almost brazen in their colour and the way they stood so upright, as if seeking the attention of the strap.

I stepped back and aimed with care. I wished the last half-inch of the strap to strike across her breast, each in turn, producing three red lines across the front of them, perhaps one across her very nipple.

My breath held, I swung my arm out and swept it back, between us.

The strap grazed her as I had wished; the lines of its passing rising quickly across her tender and sensitive flesh, faster than she could suck in a breath for her gasp of pain.

“Again!” Sarah urged, her face bright and eager.

Her excitement fed my own, and with inspired arousal, I swung the strap backhand, angling from low to high to catch the underside of Rose’s right breast.

It rose disfigured by the impact and then regained its shape to the accompaniment of Rose’s sharp cry, after which she shook and panted, whimpering while I feasted my eyes on the pretty welts rising upon her flesh. Sarah released the maid’s arm to caress her pert breasts, her fingers tracing each welt while she purred excitedly into the girl’s ear.

“Now the other one, Father!” she urged softly while still inhaling Rose’s delicious fragrance.

I needed no such urging. The welts on just one breast had created an imbalance that I was urged to address. It needed nothing more than a swift strike to her left breast, duplicating the angle and depth of strike would do, and its arrival was heralded by another cry from the young girl, and the sound of her sharp breath as Sarah then amorously caressed the tender orbs.

“They burn!” Rose sobbed, shaking in the loose hold of Sarah’s hands.

“Well! There is a way to take away the burning,” Sarah breathed.

Emily was forgotten as I excitedly watched Sarah gather a chair and place it between the two of them, setting it before my maid as if to offer her a seat. However, she turned Rose to face her and drew her forward over the obstacle that the chair seat presented.

Rose was only able to steady her balance by placing her hands on the back of the chair. But in doing so she not only presented her bottom to me, amply tightened and curved by her forward-leaning posture, but she presented Sarah with her now tender breasts.

“There!” Sarah purred.

Stepping up to Rose she bathed her young face in her hot breath, and used her fingers to caress her firm young breasts, tracing the welts to then slide her fingertips to her nipples, where they surrounded the little buds and pinched inwards and extended the tender little morsels.

“Miss!” Rose gasped.

Intent on the sight the lovely bottom now presented to me, I heard her breathless gasp only a moment before my first strike. The strap parted in the air to land across her proud young bottom, the sudden fiery sensation causing her to start.

“There, it doesn’t burn so much, now, does it?” Sarah purred.

Rose breathlessly shook her head, her eyes wide on those of Sarah as, she continued to caress her tender breasts.

“Now! Push your bottom out, Rose,” she breathed.

Rose whimpered but did so. I swept the strap down to skim the tight ovals of her bottom, my strike making her jump yet again. And as she started, Sarah pulled more firmly on her little nipples, squeezing and extending them while avidly searching the young girls face for the expression of her feelings.

They were plain to see, sweeping across her face, one after another. Pain, pleasure, delight, agony, uncertainty and love. I slid my hand between her thighs and found her soaking with her wetness, her pliant cunt lips sliding easily apart to allow me entry into her prepared body.

The insertion of my thumb drove the breath from her body and she then whimpered, tossing her delicious bottom with her desire whilst Sarah gripped her firm young breasts and squeezed them.

“Come along, dear!” Sarah whispered.

“Miss!” Rose squealed, loosing herself with the sensations invading her loins.

I wriggled my thumb within the tight embrace of her cunt while the edge of my hand pressed upwards into the length of her humid cleft, pushing her apart to come up against her tender flesh.

“Miss!” Rose squealed again, rising to her toes as my hand pressed against her, then sawed back and forth between her thighs.

Her wetness eased my passage, yet my crooked finger could still pull at her flesh, and in particular the swollen bulb at the apex of her cunt.

“Miss!” Rose breathlessly cried, her head jerking back and her loins snapping forward. Hot wetness washed my thumb and hand while Sarah’s merciless twisting of her breasts brought a tight-throated keen from the young girl.

She continued to wash my hand with her dew, shaking with the torrent of her release and pressing her thighs together, around my continued working fingers.

While doing so, Sarah and I both shared a smile of success over her trembling form before releasing her so she could collapse upon the carpet, totally spent.

Now Emily’s presence re-emerged and I turned to watch the child as she stood off to one side, quivering with the sensations that raced through her little body. She had witnessed something rarely seen by any female. Her face, always pretty, glowed from within, while her large brown eyes surveyed us, a myriad of unasked questions lying behind them.

She looked from her still naked mother to me, and then down at the recovering maid, licking her lips and shaking like a leaf before glancing again back towards her mother again.

“Tell your grandfather what a naughty little girl you’ve been today, Emily,” Sarah urged her.

Emily stammered, unable to get the words out.

“Have you been naughty today, Emily?” I asked.

She swallowed, then nodded, her eyes never more large and round than right then.

My yearning for the child rose as I watched her looking nervously at the open cabinet and the many implements that were displayed within it that could be used upon her. Her expression was a marvel of mixed emotions, fleeting across her brow and quickening her breath.

“Shall I let your mother choose?” I asked her.

She nodded, looking towards us both, with her expression begging for leniency and compassion while deep underneath, it also craved what Rose had just achieved.

Sarah smiled and selected one of the wooden implements, one that had circular holes cut into its surface. With less surface area, it would sting less, yet the holes would create a delicious little pattern on the child’s bottom.

Emily had not seen it before, and looked at it with keen interest as she hesitantly stepped forward and reached behind her neck for the fastenings of her dress.

Since it was her mother who held the special implement, it was I who went to her aid, to kneel at her side and turn her from me so that I might undo each of the tiny hooks and eyes on her bodice, then the main button at her tiny waist.

The dress sagged away from her upper body and I helped to tease it downward, enjoying the sight of her pale little body appearing. She blushed prettily and looked towards her mother, but didn’t stop me turning her towards me before I drew her starched skirts downwards.

“Good girl,” I told her, admiring the rise of her delicious pubis.

I watched as she stepped from her skirts, her thighs slowly parting to expose her little cunt, right the way back to her bottom. There was a tinge of pinkness there, deep in between her thighs, and a gleam that spoke of dampness, a dampness that only excitement could have caused.

“Now! Over the arm of the settee,” I ordered.

She blushed, no doubt remembering the position, and the feelings Rose and I had brought to her.

Her mother watched, aglow. Her chest glowed above her breasts, and her nipples were stiffened peaks, begging to be mauled. There was a fire in her eyes and the manner in which she licked her lips while watching Emily timidly place herself over the arm of the settee spoke volumes for her cruel intentions.

“Father, may I educate her?” she asked breathlessly.

I arranged Emily upon the arm of the settee, her bottom well lifted, her thighs well parted.

Then, holding her upper body down, I drew her labia apart to trace the delicate inner flesh with my finger. The scent was unique and delightful, the taste sweet and tart at the same time.

“Where did we last ride to, together?” I asked Sarah.

Emily’s anus winked at me as my moistened finger went towards it, teasing it first by gently tracing the corrugated skin around the tightened portal. Then I was penetrating it, letting Sarah see my fingertip invade her daughter’s bottom.

Emily keened into the cushions and kicked her feet. An inch inside her tight little bottom, I stopped and let myself glory in the feel of her trying to expel it then drew it slowly out to lift it to my nose and inhale her clean scent.

“Bexley,” Sarah reminded me.

“She washes well,” I commented, and anointed my fingertip with fresh sweet wetness from her little cunt before sucking the mixed flavours from it.

“Father?” Sarah begged.

“You will ride with me again?” I asked.

“Wherever, and as often as you wish,” she agreed, her glowing face brightening.

“A half dozen,” I told her, reaching for Emily’s bottom to squeeze each cheek, pleased with the resilience I found. “Three upon each cheek, in any order that you wish,” I said.

I stood back and watched Sarah take my place. Her bottom was still marked from her own lessons, and under any other circumstances it would have held my attention, and possibly more.

However, my granddaughter was the centre of my attention now as she buried her head into the settee, and tensed as she felt her mother lay the cold wooden implement across her waiting bottom.

Emily had never looked so vulnerable than she was now laid over the bolster of the settee waiting for her mother’s cruel lesson. She had never looked so desirable, as when she tensed her little bottom and whimpered in nervous anticipation.

Sarah lifted the wooden implement and allowed its weight to speed down, landing upon her daughter’s bottom with a satisfying splat, just before Emily’s surprised squeal sounded. The wooden implement brought a soft glow to Emily’s bottom, the removed circles of wood leaving their marks lovingly upon her tender skin.

Sarah delivered the next stroke to the taut flank of the other bottom cheek, and the child jumped and gasped. Watching her kick, I stepped forward to kneel at her heels to help hold them down, and improve my view of her mother’s cruel lesson.

The next stroke landed heavily upon Emily’s right cheek, flattening it for the second time and creating a whole new pattern of blushing flesh. I held Emily by her ankles, struggling as she fought to kick and squirm, and in turn, admired her cunt, watching as lip moved on lip as she tossed back and forth with the growing sensations growing in her bottom.

“Again!” I urged Sarah.

Emily sank over the armrest, too exhausted to keep up her struggles.

“Mummy,” the child cried.

Sarah used a hand to keep Emily still, and her concentration showed on her face as she laid on another firm slap of the wooden implement, to flatten her far cheek, to brighten it with a pattern of flushed flesh, and little circles.

Panting, gasping, wriggling, the child struggled to evade the next, but it landed, just as fiercely as the last. Squealing loudly, she squirmed frantically, pleading between hot breaths to be released.

“Just one more,” I breathed, taking the opportunity to spread the child’s thighs further apart, then gaze avidly at the sight of her tender little cunt as it reluctantly unfurled, below the sweeping tight curve of her burning bottom cheeks.

“One more,” Sarah repeated, her eyes as hot as my own as she looked upon her daughter’s burning bottom and decided just where the last stroke should land.

Having decided, she raised the implement and brought it down as firmly as she could, landing it with a loud splat that heralded a delightful squeal. I quickly moved between the child’s thighs, letting them kick as my hands took possession of her taut little bottom to caress and squeeze the burning cheeks, lovingly holding them as she thrashed about.

“Now, pleasure her!” I told Sarah.

Taking hold of Emily’s burning bottom cheeks I drew them apart to render her defenceless. Sarah was like a person mesmerised dropping the wooden implement as if it no longer existed, her attention now centred on the flesh I was exhibiting to her.

I continued to hold her bottom, spreading the cheeks wide apart, and revealing the little clenched hole of her anus, and the pout of her cunt.

“Quickly, while the heat is still within her!” I urged.

I used my thumbs to draw the crease further apart, and then watched the young pink skin gleam, unfolded and drawn apart. Sarah’s loud breathing told me that she had knelt beside me, and her long fingered hands appeared, sliding along Emily’s widely spread thighs towards her uncovered charms. In moments, her groomed fingers had met with the child’s exposed vulva, and were teasing it in a way only a woman would know how.

Emily’s quivering grew to new heights, her breath exploding from her as her mother played with her charms, a fingernail scratching her prepuce one moment, her anus the next.

Sarah dropped her head down to blow warm air across the pouting cunt, and used her fingers to pull her prepuce back, and blow across the head of her clitoris.

“Do you think her ready?” I asked.

Sarah licked her lips and slid her fingertip into Emily’s cunt, and in doing so brought her daughter to that pinnacle of pleasure that few women obtain. We watched and listened, unable to hide the longing that came over us with the knowledge that Emily was almost ready, her mother’s finger able to penetrate to the knuckle in her little cunt.

The haste with which we came together was shared, and perhaps we would have come together faster had our hands not battled with each other’s to be the first to open my trousers. Our breaths were matched for shallowness and speed as, trousers undone, I marched quickly over to the armchair, with my daughter directly behind me.

Rose and Emily were ignored, for the moment forgotten as I hurried into place, reclining back in the chair with my bottom on the front edge, enough room on the cushion either side of me to allow Sarah’s knees.

In a moment, she was astride me and, breath held, was lifting me with one hand and parting her folds with the other. She slid down upon me, her burning heat eating rapidly into my aching cock and hardening it.

“Oh, Father!” Sarah whimpered, a look of delight upon her features as she came to rest upon me, every inch of my hardness throbbing in the hot embrace of her lovely cunt.

“Quickly! To New Cross!” I gasped.

Emily looked on in astonishment, her hands desperately clutching at her burning bottom. She watched as her mother rose up, exposing the gleaming length of my cock, then sank upon it again, vermilion lips wrapped lovingly around the stout shaft.

“Mummy?” she whimpered.

“It’s all right, darling,” Sarah, panted, her breath shortening as she quickened her pace.

My hands rose and offered support to her swaying breasts, then I flicked her nipples in a way I knew had always excited her.

“Don’t fret,” she panted.

“Come closer, and watch,” I offered, not knowing where I found the breath to do so. Sarah mewed, an accomplished rider, yet now exposed to the wide eyed stare of her daughter as she bounced up and down on me, gripping my chest one moment, pressing my hands more firmly to her breasts the next.

“Faster, faster,” I urged.

Emily hesitantly brought her little fingers to the apex of her cunt to toy and pull at the cleft, blushing delightfully and biting her lip as she saw me watching her.

Her mother sobbed her overwhelming pleasure as she hastened her pace, smacking her inner thighs upon my loins as she drove up and down upon my stout cock.

“Father? Father?” she whimpered, her voice rising with her impending orgasm.

“With me, with me, yes!” I cried.

I rose to meet her last lunge downward upon me, there to jerk with uncontrollable passion, flinging my seed into my daughter while she gripped my arms and sang her own delight.

And beside us, Emily stood spellbound for a few moments, unmoving as she watched our united pleasures. She then woke to the sensations raging in her own little body, and her fingers moved fervently at the stem of her slit, massaging her tender prepuce until, with a sharp intake of breath, I watched her jerk and tense with her own pleasure spike, drizzling her dew upon her fingertips to then stare at them in wonder.

Sarah chuckled and, sliding from me, went to kneel beside her shaken daughter, hugging her tightly and promising even greater pleasures.

The little girl’s eyes met mine over her mother’s shoulder and looked down to my deflated cock, licking her lips with dirty thoughts, I was sure.

“Now, let’s get you to bed, for tomorrow our dresses arrive, and your grandfather is bound to want to see us dressed up in our new finery!” Sarah grinned.