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ALICE - A PAUL PURPLE STORY [ part 9 ] Alice I don’t know how he could have done that! I mean she had a broken leg! And he still cut her bottom up – why bottom? I’m sure the word I need is ass! – And there was Pauline acting as if it was normal! I was going to shout and scream at him but Pauline called me over to her, “Don’t he’s in a strange mood! Just help me.” She said and started lifting the mats up and dragging them to the side of the room. I joined her, getting rid of my anger on the mats. “Alice, be very careful with him, he’s not acting normally, please behave yourself or it might get worse!” She quietly said to me. The next thing was getting a desk out for me to sit at. Pauline placed a notebook and a text book on the desk before me. I looked at the title, ‘Kings and Queens of England.’ England! What use was that? I looked at Paul and, forgetting Pauline’s warning, asked “What’s this rubbish?” – At least that’s what I think I asked. Paul seemed to ignore me and glanced at Pauline who, before I realised what was happening, hit me on my face! I quickly grabbed my face with my hands, how could Pauline do that to me? I looked at her in shock but she gave a slight nod towards Paul who began to lecture me about how I was to behave and how to speak. Then he asked be to repeat my question again – this time I tried to be polite while asking it, only to be struck again by Pauline. I then realised what I had done wrong. I apologised to Paul and thanked Pauline for making me see where I had made an error. Some how I’d made an impression and I’d swear that Paul nearly smiled before he gave another talk about how history is created by the orders and ideas of people. He then left me to Pauline to conduct the lesson. After Paul left the room Pauline hugged me, “That was well done Alice.” She said, “Master Paul could have given Billie-Jo 12 strikes with the cane, but I’m worried as he shouldn’t have hit her so hard, I’ll let you have some ointment for her later, but for now you have an assignment.” She said, I looked at her, I didn’t remember being given an assignment. She must have noticed my confusion as she pointed to the book before me. “You heard what Master Paul said about these kings and queens having an influence on our country, now show him that you understood what he was asking.” I looked at her, “But . . . where should I start?” I asked her. “Find out who was on the Throne in England at the time of the Revolution that might give you some more ideas, then there are the encyclopaedias we have, also the online reference library.” She pointed to the computer. “I’m allowed to use the computer?” I asked her amazed. “Under supervision . . . we don’t want you sending out emails or IM’s to people.” Pauline said with a smile. For some reason I wanted to please Paul and so I started turning the pages of those dead people, moving forward in time until I found King George III, he was around in the 1770’s and so I read about him. I found that he was an ill man, constantly under the supervision of doctors and their medicines which helped him to become completely gaga. He tried to govern England and it’s colonies but he didn’t know what he was doing! The American’s had just thrown the French out during the seven year war, and England moved in saying they were protecting their people – the Americans! – But they brought in so many taxes to stop the colonies from prospering. I was really getting into this research business, going from the book to the encyclopaedias and then to on-line research, I didn’t notice when Pauline vanished from the room. I began to write out into the notebook, mentioning the stamp tax, the tea tax – which led to the Boston Tea Party, and from there to the Boston Massacre where 5 people were killed by British troops (and found out that John Adams defended them in court – the same John Adams who later became president!!) The closing of the Boston Port in order to force the people to repay for the tea. The introduction of the ‘Intolerable’ Acts which lead to the breakdown of colonial rule. I’m not going to repeat the work here. But it was during this time that I noticed that Pauline was not present in the room . . . I had a chance to send out a message . . . but to who? There was nobody I wanted to call! A cry from the bed made me look towards Billie-Jo who seemed to be in pain. “What’s wrong Billie-Jo?” I asked her She looked embarrassed, “I’m sorry Alice, but I can’t hold it in any longer!” She said. I realised what she meant and quickly ran to the bathroom area and picked up a bedpan, briefly wondering why they were down here – then thinking that I’d better not ask as I might find out – before rushing back to Billie-Jo. She was still lying face down on the bed; I looked at Billie-Jo’s back. “I’m sorry Billie-Jo, but I’ve got to turn you over so that you’re able to sit on the bedpan.” I said and went to help her turn. While doing this I got my arm trapped under her back. “What are you doing?” Billie-Jo asked as I pulled my arm slightly. “Nothing, it’s just that I’m trapped.” I said and tried again to move my hand. “Oh yes scratch my back please.” Billie-Jo said and shook her body slightly so that I was rubbing her back with my arm and hand. “Oh that’s so nice . . . hey no, stop that!” She said as I started to tickle her. “Why?” I asked her, somehow enjoying the feel of her body under my hands. “’Cause I’m going to wet the bed!” Billie-Jo managed to squeak out, “and I don’t think they’re going to like it!” I realised that she was right and so I stopped my tickling and Billie-Jo raised herself up to release my arm. I supported her as she placed herself onto the bedpan, shivering slightly as the cold of the metal touched her skin. I waited for her to pee, but found she was looking at me strangely. “What?” I asked. “I . . . I can’t while you’re watching.” She said sounding embarrassed. I nodded and turned away, which brought my eyes in sight of the toilet . . . the clear toilet! . . . I turned back to face Billie-Jo who gave me a small smile and then I heard the sound of liquid on metal as she relieved herself. After a few minutes she finished and lifted herself up from the metal. I gently moved the bedpan away from her, putting a towel under her body and then gently wiped her pussy dry with paper. She smiled as I touched her and closed her eyes in apparent pleasure. I put the paper in the bedpan and carried it to the toilet area where I poured the contents of the bedpan down the loo – trying not to look at it as I poured it away. I flushed the toilet. I went to store it away but then realised that I should wash it out, I rinsed it under a tap and then swirled the liquid away before wiping the bowl out and putting the bedpan back in its place. I went back to the bed were Billie-Jo was moving around trying to get comfortable on her injured ass. “Oh Alice it felt so nice when you wiped me . . . could you do it again?” She asked me. “But I haven’t any paper!” I said slightly flustered. Billie-Jo pouted her lips, and then she said, “Please Alice, I liked the feeling and it stopped me from hurting.” She dropped her eyes. I looked around, Pauline and Paul were still away, and it wouldn’t hurt me to do what she asked. “Okay then, but you’ll tell me if it gets too bad.” I said and reached out my hand to her pussy, hearing her gasp as I touched her, I pulled back, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you.” I said worriedly. “You didn’t, it was just that it felt so nice I couldn’t help myself.” Billie-Jo said encouraging me to continue. Somehow it felt right to bring my hand along Billie-Jo’s pussy, but instead of the smoothness I expected I could feel the remains of hair . . . stubble! I looked at her; she looked up at me as if asking what was wrong. “Why did you shave your hair?” I asked her, she looked worried and seemed to look near the ceiling before she spoke. “I . . . I saw my mum doing it and she showed me how, I’ve been shaving for month, but please, please don’t tell anyone.” She said. “How old are you?” I asked her again there was a delay before she spoke. “Just over 12.” She finally said, “That’s why I tried to run away, I heard what they had said about you and thought that if they knew how old I really was they’d get rid of me anyway.” She admitted. I shook my head, “I doubt that.” I said. “Why . . . I mean what do you know?” She asked me anxiously. “Well they were looking for a girl just like you, that’s why they took me along, just so I couldn’t say anything. They need you! It’s me who’s the unwanted one.” I said hopelessly. Billie-Jo reached out to me and held my hand, “Don’t worry Alice; I’m sure you’ll be alright.” She said with such conviction that I almost believed her. She laid back and beckoned to me. “Please?” She said. I ignored the stubble, going with the grain of her hair, petting her pussy like I would stroke a cat; this seemed to work as I could feel her love bump raising itself up at the top of her pussy. “Kiss it, pleeeaaaseeee” Billie-Jo begged me, I was slightly taken aback by this but realised I’d already done more to her than had been done to me, so I bent down and kissed her love bump, feeling her arch her back to raise her hips to meet my lips, I did it again and heard her groan, I pulled away. “I’m sorry Billie-Jo; I didn’t mean to hurt you.” I apologised to her. “Hurt me . . ? Oh no, it wasn’t you, it was my leg.” She said patting the cast on her leg. “I’d better be more careful.” I said and Billie-Jo’s face fell. “Please don’t, I liked what you were doing, I’d wondered what it would feel like if you used your tongue on me?” I blinked, I hadn’t thought about that and I unconsciously wet my lips to find there was a strange tang on them. I licked them again and looked at Billie-Jo’s pussy, there was a sheen running along the slit, it seemed to be coming from her, I realised that I wanted to taste more . . . and so, without stopping to say okay, I lowered my mouth to her pussy, running my tongue along her slit. “Oh yes Alice that feels so nice.” Billie-Jo said – somehow opening her pussy to allow my tongue to enter her, deeper than I had thought I could, emerging again to rub over her love button. I hadn’t done this more than three times when I heard her say, “Bite it!” as I tongued her button again. Without thinking I did as she begged, lightly nipping it, knowing how I would hate any such thing being done to me, but the effect on Billie-Jo was almost overpowering as she seemed to stiffen and then her pussy was flooded with her sweet tasting fluid. “Oh very nice, I must see if you can do the same for me!” Pauline’s voice brought me back to the room. “You were only supposed to rub ointment onto her bum, not to bring her off, she’s supposed to be punished! Now I think you’d better return to you desk Slave Alice.” There was a happy tone in her voice to begin with but it altered slightly as she gave her order – I knew it was an order and so I gave the only response I could. “Yes Mistress Pauline.” As I passed her she handed me a tissue. “And wipe your face!” Again the words were said with a smile almost as if I had pleased her. I sat at my desk, running my tongue over my lips and tasting Billie-Jo once again, and tried to get back into the work. Pauline was turning Billie-Jo over; she seemed to know how to do it as Billie-Jo was quickly lying face down again. I heard a voice, Billie-Jo’s?, saying “What? No!” I looked towards them but Pauline quickly spoke. “Keep working Slave Alice, this doesn’t concern you!” And then she turned back to Billie-Jo - there seemed to be a whispered conversation between them. Then Pauline turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her, I heard it click shut. I looked at Billie-Jo but she had her face turned away from me, she looked agitated but when I went to speak she turned to face me, tears on her cheeks and told me to carry on working as Pauline might be back at any time. - - - - - - - - - - - - Later on Pauline came into the room she was carrying a tray which she placed on the table, she called me over to help Billie-Jo to be moved to a chair. To be honest she put a pillow on the chair for Billie-Jo to sit on, she put out four plates and then left the room again. “I think you’d better wash your hands and face.” Billie-Jo said to me, I quickly went to the toilet area and, after looking back at Billie-Jo, sat on the toilet and relieved myself, then I washed my hands and face, before returning to the table. The door opened again and Sharon . . . or rather Mistress Sharon entered followed by Pauline, I looked for Paul but he didn’t appear. Pauline put the food down on the table and handed out plastic spoons and forks to Billie-Jo and myself, where Sharon and she had metal knives and forks. “Master Paul is not feeling well, but Pauline here will continue with your lessons until he is better.” Mistress Sharon said – I’m not sure why I thought of her as Mistress Sharon instead of just Doctor Sharon. I went to speak but noticed Pauline watching me closely, so I raised my hand at which Pauline smiled and nodded to me. “Is Master Paul alright?” I asked. “He’s not feeling himself at the moment, and that is all I’m going to say. Now let’s eat.” Mistress Sharon said. During the meal it was Mistress Sharon who started any conversations, and they were quickly finished with. Pauline cleared the table and took the plates away. Mistress Sharon looked at Billie-Jo’s bum, “Well they’re not so bad now, and you’ll have to have this ointment rubbed on in the morning and night.” She looked at me, “That will be your duty Slave Alice.” I nodded and said, “Yes Mistress Sharon.” Noting her smile as she handed me a tube of some stuff. Sharon then looked at me, “Remember my prescription I gave you earlier.” She asked me raising her eyebrows at me. I felt myself blush but nodded, “Yes Mistress Sharon.” I said. “You’re to practise on Billie-Jo as well.” She said. “Oh she has Mistress Sharon . . . and she’s got the nicest tongue.” Billie-Jo said almost laughing. Sharon looked at her and then back to me, “Good, the more you practise the better you’ll get!” She said and winked. As she left the room she turned back, “Oh and I’ve been told that you’re reading a book . . . I want you to continue doing that every night, and savour the words, picture how they sound and how they would feel.” She said rather mysteriously I thought. After the door closed, I realised that at no time did they say how long Paul would be ill. |