ORFANS: HILDA'S DIARY
Beryl Pleasured

BY PENT
PEmbury@aool.com

[ part 4 ]

Sunday, May 21, My Morning

Awake early and excited about our call to visit the gun-room at ten o'clock!

We took our simple breakfast at first light as we sat at the table that looks out over Richmond Park. We saw hedgehogs and rabbits there with the birds and the deer this Sunday morning. And all was peaceful.

I gave Beryl a clyster of only a quarter gallon as there was no purpose to distend her inside today; In fact, the less distended she be, the more strongly will her narrow rectum need to be stretched all along its length to admit a rampant yard, and the more tightly will it grip the yard up in there . . to increase the ecstasy . . . for both Beryl and the man.

At half past nine o'clock we heard the church bell start to toll and we saw the servants leaving the house with the children, walking towards the distant church.

Poor Beryl could hardly keep still in her excitement, but at last the clock above the stable struck ten, and we took the back stairs down to the gun room . . .

As we stood outside the door, in some trepidation:

"Mistress Hilda, do you think it will be very big?"

"You should know, you silly girl!

"You've had them both in your mouth! . . (smiling) . .

"Now, shussh!!".

I knocked at the heavy oak door: Sir Thomas called us to enter.

The gun-room was quite small, but the sun shone brightly in. The walls were lined with muskets and there were machines to make shot cartridges.

The room was sometimes used to sleep a visiting bachelor and there was a simple bed, (which had a sheet on over the blankets, I saw), and wash-hand basin and pisspot as well as a table and sundry chairs.

Sir Thomas and his Grace stood together and Sir Thomas said:

"Hah! Beryl!! Come here my girl!!!

"I have been hearing most disturbing stories about you, Beryl, from my children, who let out that Giles had his fist up inside your bottom . . .

"It sounds absolutely disgraceful, and I can not imagine why you failed to stop him!"

"Please sir . . ."

"Don't interrupt and don't try to make excuses girl!!!

"Mistress Hilda here is going to punish you soundly for your wanton disregard to the morals of my dear children . . .

"First she will blindfold you . . . .

"Then she will strip you naked, Beryl, so you have no shred of clothing and she will lay you full length face down on the bed, with a pillow under your middle so your bottom is raised, the better to beat it . . .

"and she will tie your hands and ankles securely to the bed frame".

"Mistress Hilda will take this wooden paddle and give you twenty of the best . . . just as I saw her do it in the Great Orfanage.

"And I want you to count, Beryl, and say after each stroke: "One, Mistress Hilda, thank you!", and so on.

"Right, Mistress Hilda, have at her!!!"

and I began poor Beryl's slow and painful punishment . . . for the fault that I myself had committed . . .

Her lovely pale white cheeks flattened then bobbed and bounced with each stroke of the wooden paddle as she counted and sobbed at each blow while her bottom became more and more red.

Her legs were tied well apart . . . and I could see her excited wetness running down onto the bed sheet.

The spanking was awakening Beryl's most primitive desires . . .

At last I finished as Beryl croaked out: "Twenty, Mistress Hilda, thank you, Mistress Hilda!!" and sobbed deeply and without stopping . . .

"And thank YOU, Mistress Hilda", from Sir Thomas.

"Now I wish you to accompany me next door, Mistress Hilda",

and I knew I was about to get my punishment for Giles being found with his fist inside Beryl's bottom.

Sunday, May 21, Beryl's Morning

My diary has left Beryl, after I had spanked her with the paddle, naked and tied face down with a pillow under her middle on the bed in the gun room, alone with his Grace the Duke of D----

She told me later what happened while Sir Thomas was having his way with me in the tack room:

The eleven year old Beryl felt a rough hand lightly stroking her bottom, sore after her twenty strokes from my paddle . . .

"Please, your Grace, will you please take off my blindfold so I see you?

"Sir Thomas left with Mistress Hilda; it must be you and I would dearly like the pleasure to be able see you this time as you have your way with me! Please Sir!!"

"Very well my dear! Who could resist such a charming request?!

"There!! Is that better?"

"Yes your Grace! Thank you, your Grace!

"Your yard was measured after I had made it stiff with my lips. I went to bed later with your milk dribbling from my mouth and I can feel its wonderful taste still!

"Doctor Yarrow has spent several days making my bottom so I am able to take your stiff yard in me.

"Can you slide your stiff yard up into my bottom now your Grace?

"Please! I would so like that!!"

"Yes, my dear. That is indeed what I had planned, but I had hardly expected such a warm invitation. I am most touched.

"I don't suppose you have ever seen a man naked before? Still less with a raging erection?"

"No sir, but I would love to see yours, your Grace . . .

"Ohhhh! That is wonderfully big . . . I so liked having it in my mouth . . . That will feel lovely inside my bottom . . .

"Will it really go in?

"But first please untie my arms and legs: I promise nothing is further from my intentions than to try and run away. I have nowhere in the World to run to . . . . . . . .

"But I would dearly like to feel free, not tied as though forced to do what we are about to do together, Sir".

"Yes, indeed I will untie you my dear Beryl".

"Thank you, your Grace, thank you very much"

"We will do it gently, my dear Beryl.

"No hurry . . .

"Let me stroke the opening to your beautiful bottom my dear . . There . . I have plenty of grease on my finger . . and I slide it iiiiiin up up up into your lovely bottom.

"That gives you a nice feeling, doesn't it?

"Now my thumb . . and I press that into your soft warm bottom...

"It goes in easy . . Has someone done this already to you today, my dear Beryl?"

"Yes, your Grace . . . Mistress Hilda did, in case you forgot!"

"That was most thoughtful of her! And I think we are ready now".

And his Grace got up from sitting beside Beryl on the bed, removed all his clothes and lay on top of her, feeling very heavy to her and squashing flat her painful bottom.

Beryl felt his stiff yard press like a battering ram at the hole in her bottom, then start to slide slooooowly up up up into her . . .

She tells me it felt wonderful, exciting, like nothing ever before . . and he took so long, pulling out and pushing in, that she felt nothing but the greatest pleasure from it . . . until he was completely inside her bottom, pressing hard against her painful cheeks and making her bottom feel as full as it could be . . .

They lay for a long time like this, she says, with his full weight pressing down on her and his rampant yard pushed far up inside her bottom.

"You grip me so warm and tight, dear Beryl, I must not move for fear I ejaculate and losing everything . . .

"Please lie perfectly still. How often have you done this before, dear Beryl? Ten or twenty times . . . ?"

"Never ever before, your Grace . . .

"It gives a wonderful feeling that goes right up through me . .

"May I move a little now, please, your Grace?"

"Just a little, Beryl dear. Try it gently . . ."

And Beryl bent her eleven year old bottom up towards him, so his yard went even further into her . . .

and down again, so it pulled out slightly . . .

"Ohhh! Stop! no more!! Or I'll lose all . . ."

After a minute or two:

"You feel lovely pressing down on top of me with all your weight

"Will you let me call you a name like Jack or Jim? 'Your Grace' doesn't sound right for someone I am fond of!"

"While we are alone Beryl, call me John. I'd like that, Beryl!"

"Thank you, John". (And Beryl wriggled her bottom a little).

"Ohhhh! Beryl!!"

"I do like feeling your stiff yard right up inside my bottom, John! I wish we could stay like this for ever . . ."

"Hmmmmm! Perhaps . . . Sometime . . . Who knows . . .

"Beryl, I'll lift my weight a little, so you can raise your chest . . . I'd like to feel your tiny breasts . . . They're the breasts of an angel, Beryl . . ."

And Beryl giggled with pleasure, a thing she had never ever done before in a man's arms . . .

"I like that! Giggle again", as he dug his fingers in gently.

"You are dear sweet girl, Beryl love. Did you know that?"

"No one ever told me that before, John.

"You are nice. I'm truly fond of you . . .

"It's nothing to do with you being a rich and powerful Duke, John. I just like you very very much . . .

"Is that all right, John? You don't mind me being fond of you, do you?"

"Dear Beryl! Yes, it's very all right!!

"Now I can't wait any longer . . . You excite me beyond control, my lovely Beryl, I have to spend myself . . ."

And John pulled his rampant yard out of Beryl's bottom about four inches; thrust it slooooowly back in again; out; thrust sloooowly back in . . .

Then Beryl felt the squirts of his hot juices shooting up inside her tummy, again and again and again, just as he had felt in her mouth before . . .

"Ooooh! John! Ooooh! John!! Ooooh! John!!!"

. . . . as she shuddered and jerked in her climax.

"Beryl my sweet angel!!"

And they lay unmoving, locked together for what seemed to her an age.

Sunday, May 21, Evening

Beryl and I spent a very quiet afternoon, lying on couches and watching the carriages promenade in the park while the fashionable world disported itself . .

Beryl told me everything that had happened after Sir Thomas and I had left her with his Grace the Duke, just as I have written here . . .

Beryl sat reading after our supper together, spending much of the time gazing into space, and I could guess the subject of her day-dreams:

There is an old saw:

"The first yard that taught her, She'll follow thro' Hell and high water!"

And her absent minded gaze told me that sweet Beryl was planning to do exactly that with his Grace as her eyes alternately sparkled and misted over, and her hips gave spasmodic jerks from time to time . . .

We went early to bed and when I looked in her room ten minutes later she was lying asleep, but fitfully jerking like a sleeping dog with exciting dreams . . .

Monday, May 22, Morning

Up betimes, and Beryl has a radiant hue to her cheeks. Her eyes sparkled even more than usual and she went about her chores with a happy air, humming to herself as she did so.

Sir Thomas sent word for me to see him in the library. He informed me that his Grace had left, but would return in a few days.

Further, he wished to see Beryl there in the library at seven o'clock, after his dinner tonight.

She was to wear a simple cotton dress with her usual tight bodice and undergarments, and I was to prepare her in the way I had for his Grace, cleaning her first inside as well as out.

But when I worked my thumb up into her bottom to relax its opening ready for him, I was to use honey instead of grease . . .

"After these preparations, I want you to leave her with me in the library and return to your room. No one is to disturb me!".

"Yes, indeed, Sir Thomas".

and I went back to our wing to tell Beryl of his instructions.

We had only a light repast that evening, before I gave Beryl a simple cleansing clyster: only a quart, three times over, until the water poured from her crystal clear.

I then had Beryl bend over the edge of the table while I gently rubbed her bottom hole with honey on my fingers... I spat a lot on my fingers too, to make then slide into her bottom the more easily.

A long time I spent, gently relaxing her tight entrance with honey ready to receive Sir Thomas' manhood.

After this, his rampant yard would start in easy, but its passage on up into her lovely soft warm bottom would need him to slowly stretch the size of her narrow and elastik rectum for every little part of its length until he was fully inside her bottom, which will hold his thick penis so tight as to suck the very semen from his loins . . .

The effects of this rubbing of mine would enable easy entry of Beryl's bottom, I knew, for a full two hours afterwards.

I helped her put on her white dress carefully, and to brush her hair until it shone. As she stood ready to go down, Beryl looked a perfect picture of pale girlish beauty, with her tall slender build and her bottom jutting out behind and shown to advantage by the tight bodice above it.

Her long fair hair flowed in natural waves down to her shoulders held only by a plain red ribbon at the nape of her neck . . .

She practiced two or three curtsies before we set off down the back stairs to the library, Beryl telling me she was anxious as this was to be her testing time after Sir Thomas had spent such a considerable sum in having her prepared for his pleasure . . .

As we approached the door of the library, I squeezed her hand and whispered that I was sure she would delight him, then knocked.

"Come in!!", his gruff voice called . .

I held the opened the door for Beryl, and followed her in . . .

Sir Thomas was standing at the large table with books spread over it and turned to take in the girl before him . . . and Beryl dropped him a deep and respectful curtsy while giving her angelic demure smile, with cast-down eyes . . .

The effect on him of this bridal vision was of joy unparalleled. His face flushed as he said:

"Beryl, turn slowly round so I may see every side of you . . .

"Thank you, Mistress Hilda. You have groomed Beryl well!

"You may leave us now . . and close the door as you go, please!"

I heard him saying as I left;

"I would like to show you some of these old books of pictures, Beryl, come over here to the table . . ."

For the rest, I recount what Beryl told me afterwards . . .

The books had colored pictures like the punishment rooms at the Great Orfanage with bare-bottomed girls being spanked lying flat on a table or bent over the end of it;

Uncloathed girls were being spanked with a man's hand, with a woman's hand, with a wooden paddle, with a strap, with a cane... and Beryl found these all strangely exciting to her . . .

But most thrilling of all, she found, was the page with the picture of a naked girl, her hands tied to a bar above head, being flicked with a cane on her well-rounded bottom by a handsome young woman . . . and the girl's legs were dancing in the air with pain as the cane cut into her striped, scarlet cheeks, and her eyes sparkled deliriously . . .

As Beryl gazed at this picture her chest began to heave with excitement and Sir Thomas said:

"Bend further over the table, Beryl, so you see the book closer, and hold the far side of the table firmly with your hands.

"I am going to raise your skirt, and lower your drawers to the floor . . . now step out of them, and put your legs wide apart.

"I am going to spank your lovely bottom with my bare hand".

Sir Thomas' hand thumped into Beryl's cheeks with sounds like thunder-claps, they were so hard . . .

Beryl gazed at the book as she was being spanked and imagined she was the girl in the picture dancing with the flick of a cane on her bottom, while her cunnie was rammed into the table at every THUMP of Sir Thomas' heavy hand, and she got more and more excited . . .

Then Sir Thomas stopped his spanking, saying:

"That's made your bottom nicely red! Just stay holding the table, Beryl . . ."

And she saw him kneel on the carpet behind her then felt his face press into her bottom with his tongue licking around her rosebud while his hands reached up to her breasts and opened her bodice to fondle her soft little breasts.

He gently squeezed and rubbed her titties driving her to exquisite delight and making them go hard as nails. Then a hand descended to her cunnie and fondled her there . . .

It felt to Beryl's delight as though Sir Thomas was sucking the insides of her bottom out through her hole . . . and gently nibbling on her innards with his teeth . . .

She was squirming and wriggling in her ecstasy, when Sir Thomas at last pulled his tongue back out of her bottom still dripping from the thick coating of honey inside there and raised himself from the floor to stand behind her.

His trousers fell to the ground and she felt his stiff yard, just like the night when she had taken it in her mouth, but this time it pressed at her bottom, impossibly large, as big and stiff as a club and demanding entrance.

Sir Thomas was rocking from side to side until his huge weapon -four inches around, she remembered the doctor had said - began to sliiiide into her bottom as smooth as could be . . . and feeling heavenly, as his truncheon gradually wormed its way up into her, bit by bit, slooooooowly stretching her narrow elastik rectum to take his bulging penis.

From time to time, Sir Thomas pulled his swollen yard a little out of her bottom, then thrust it back up into her bottom again, inexorably, to work his rigid member even further into her inviting derriere as it bent for him over the edge of the table.

Beryl in her seventh Heaven, made sweet moan . . . and turned her head over her shoulder to look Sir Thomas in the face and said:

"Oooooh! Sir Thomas, that gives the most wonderful feeling that goes right up through me!!!"

"My angel!" he said, and kissed the back of her neck long and lingering, to show his affection for the lovely young girl whose bottom he had impaled on his rampant yard.

Then Sir Thomas stood upright, with his raging erection yet only part-way into her sweet bottom:

"What I treasure most, dear Beryl, and I will remember until my dying day, is the sight of your lovely bottom as it takes my life into its sweet depths, sliding between your heavenly orbs, parting your coral lips and up . . up . . up into my lovely Beryl to make us one together.

"Was ever a sight so beautiful?!"

And he held Beryl firmly by her young hips as he continued to thrust, then pull out a little; thrust, and pull out a little. . . slowly, gently stretching her tight elastik rectum to take the full length of the joy of his life, with deep groans of bliss as he did pleasure them both . . .

Beryl began to tilt her hips up and down in time with his thrusts to help the slow progress of his yard into her sweet girlish bottom, showing her delight at its entry with gasps of pleasure and primitive lust.

After what seemed to her an eternity Sir Thomas was at last as far as he could go into her bottom and pressing himself hard against her soft warm cheeks, still tender and sore from his spanking . . .

He held her tight by the waist, pulling her hard back against his fearsome weapon, now further up inside her than his Grace the Duke had ever penetrated . . .

And they stopped thus for an age in heavenly delight, not moving, as Sir Thomas willed himself to hold his climax in spite of the seductive effect of her warm tight bottom on his rigid erection and her soft silky cheeks pressing against his pelvis.

He kissed her creamy neck again and again and again, burying his face in her long sweet-smelling hair . . .

In the end, though, he could hold himself no longer and stood to pull his weapon from her, once, for about five inches before watching as his rampant yard slid back up into her bottom one last time as he finally released a mighty jet of hot semen up into her depths and held her to him as she shouted her joy and wriggled and pushed her squirming bottom hard back against him..