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Three days afterwards, Maude was married; but neither I nor Frances went to the wedding. However, just before my old sweetheart left the house on the "happy day," I gave her a cheque sufficiently large to pay for her furniture, and leave something over as a wedding present. I also gave her a kiss, and we parted the best of friends, after a liaison which had lasted upwards of five years. I believe she made a good wife, and she eventually became a mother, and while she lived in the neighbourhood I used occasionally to meet her in the streets, when we always had a little chat, but I never attempted to enter into an intrigue with her, though I have no doubt she would have let me poke her, had I wished to do so. After a time, she and her husband left London, and I never saw her again. So Maude passes out of this true story.
Frances and I settled down to spend our "honeymoon" quietly together. The servants who had remained in the villa were two in number: a cook, and a housemaid, both of them discreet, middle-aged women, who had been with Maude for five years, and consequently they were well known to me; they also knew my ways, and were never surprised at anything I did. The days slipped away pleasantly. Frances was a charming companion in every way; she was clever and witty, and, as she always read the daily papers, she could converse with me sensibly on all the topics of the day. A thing few women can do. Moreover, she was invariably good-tempered, and ready at all times to do anything I asked her; and what pleased me particularly was her extreme daintiness; she never came down to breakfast slipshod or untidy; but she always made her appearance, fresh and rosy from her bath, prettily dressed, and with her hair neatly arranged. In this respect, and in many others, she differed entirely from Maude, who had been in the habit of coming down in the morning wearing a wrapper and slippers, and with her hair twisted up carelessly.
Frances had excellent taste, and as I did not stint her in money, she soon added to her original "trousseau," a number of pretty frocks; and whenever she was out with me, her lovely face and tasteful dress always attracted respectful notice; for there was nothing "fast-looking" in her appearance. She was thoroughly ladylike, and I was proud of my sweetheart. I had made arrangements with a livery stable keeper, so that she always had a well appointed Victoria or Brougham at her service, and we used often to drive out together.
I was a member of a couple of good clubs, which I visited whenever I felt inclined; and Frances, being a sensible girl, never objected to my leaving her alone. She had plenty of resources of her own, and as she was fond of reading, she used to have a box of books sent to her from Maudie's every week. So I amused myself just as I chose, but I generally dined at home with Frances, who always dressed for dinner, and the repast was sure to be a good one, for the cook was skilful, and could always be depended upon to send up a properly cooked meal.
I was faithful to Frances; and when in London I always went with her, and we thoroughly enjoyed our amorous gambols; so that altogether, our life at the little villa was peaceful and happy. I frequently took her out to dine at a restaurant; afterwards going to some theatre, or other place of amusement, and the girl was always delighted with the entertainments, as everything was new and fresh to her. I got her a piano, and engaged a teacher for her, and as she had a very good ear for music, she soon was able to play a little. And I found out that she had a sweet voice, so I made her learn some of my favourite ballads, and she would sing them to me in the evenings when I was at home.
While the shooting and hunting lasted, I often went down to Oakhurst for three or four days at a time; but I never once poked Lucy, although she threw herself in my way as often as she could. She did not attempt to "assault" me, and I fancy she did not like to run the risk of getting such another tremendous spanking, as was the last one she had received from me.
I was, however, always glad to go back to the villa, after a few days absence; and I found it very pleasant to be welcomed by a smiling, handsome, well dressed young lady, who had taken care to have a nice dinner ready for me, and who could amuse me all the evening afterwards with her lively talk. And then the delicious night that followed!
Frances seemed to become more voluptuous as time went on: in fact, she was often more eager for an embrace than I was; and even in the day-time she sometimes, by some device or other, got me to give her a poke.
I will relate how she induced me one day to satisfy her desire.
It was a cold afternoon, and we were sitting by the fire m the drawing room having our usual cup of tea. Frances was looking very pretty, dressed in a charming, lace-trimmed, blue satin tea-gown, which fell in soft folds about her graceful figure. The sleeves were wide and loose, showing her beautifully shaped milk-white arms up to her dimpled elbows.
She poured out a cup of tea, and brought it to me, then she fidgeted about the room for some time, arranging the nick-nacks on the various tables, and occasionally sitting down at the piano and striking a few chords.
At last, she came up to me, and looking in my face, said: "I feel very restless this afternoon; and I have taken a strange fancy into my head."
"What is it?" I asked.
"I want you to take me across your knees, and give me a spanking, just as you used to do when I was a naughty girl at Oakhurst," she replied, with a curious expression on her face.
I laughed. "Well, you know I am always ready to turn up your petticoats for any purpose; but I warn you that I will make your bottom smart, as I always did when I had occasion to spank you for being naughty, I do not care about pretending to spank. I like to spank in reality."
"That is what I want," she replied. "It is my fancy to be treated as a naughty girl, and spanked in the old way. Not more, but not less."
I was extremely delighted at her making this curious request. I had not spanked her for upwards of a year; and the last time I had whipped anyone, was when I had given Maude her final birching, some months previously. And, as I have already stated in this narrative, whipping a bottom always gives me great sensual pleasure.
So, speaking in a stern voice, just as I had often spoken to her at Oakhurst, I said: "You have been very troublesome this afternoon. I am going to give you a sound spanking. Lay yourself across my knees."
She entered into the spirit of the thing; assuming a frightened expression, then with feigned reluctance placing herself in position, and as the well-dressed, handsome young lady lay across my lap, my cock sprung up against my trousers in full force.
I turned up her pretty, blue satin skirt all round, as high as I could get it, rumpling and creasing it a great deal: then, to lengthen out the pleasure, I slowly rolled up, one after the other, her lavender scented, lace flounced, snowy petticoats, and her delicate silk chemise. Then I stopped, and gazed at the rounded contour of her bottom, which was only hidden by her dainty lace frilled drawers of the finest linen; and owing to the curved position in which she was lying across my knees, the thin garment clung closely to the hemispheres of plump flesh, and I thought I could see a pink tinge showing through the filmy material. Unfastening the drawers, I pulled them entirely off her legs, and looked with glistening eyes and intense admiration, at her broad, deep, lovely milk-white bottom, displayed in all its naked beauty upon my lap. I also glanced with pleasure at her plump, well rounded thighs, and her beautifully formed legs which were looking most charming in the tightly fitting pearl-grey silk stockings she was wearing. Her garters were of dark blue satin, and her little feet were cased in high-heeled shoes of maroon coloured morocco leather.
It was a ravishing spectacle! After I had satisfied the lust of the eyes, I proceeded to gratify the sense of touch. I stroked her velvet-like skin from her loins to her knees, and I played with the firm, elastic flesh of her bottom, squeezing it all over with my fingers, and making the blood come and go. But the most delicious part was yet in store.
I had taken care, when turning up her undergarments, to push them all well above her waist, back and front, which I had been able to do, by slightly loosening her stays. And I now unbuttoned my trousers, so that my stiff prick sprang out and pressed hard against her naked belly just above the "spot." She felt the touch of the dart, and a slight quiver passed over her body.
Everything being ready, I began to spank her; not severely, but quite as smartly as I had ever spanked her when she had been a naughty girl at Oakhurst. She should be whipped exactly as she had desired.
I spanked her very slowly, and she winced at the hot slaps, every one of which printed a five petal'd red flower on the lily-white field; and as her bottom grew redder the smart increased and she began to wriggle in pain, quite in the old style. But I experienced a more exquisite sensation of sensual pleasure than I had ever felt before; because, on this occasion, her cool, soft, naked belly was rubbing against the uncovered tip of my upstanding prick. Placing my left hand under her, I put the end of my forefinger just inside the lips of her cunt; while with my right hand I continued to spank her smartly, each smack making her flinch sharply against my finger, and thus forcing it deeply into the warm recesses of the "grotto"; till finally the sensitive little button was touched, and then it almost immediately distilled a few drops of moisture which wetted my finger.
At last, the smarting behind, and the tickling in front, worked her up to such an intense pitch of excitement, that she could hold out no longer; and twisting herself round on my knees she looked up at me, her face flushed, her lips trembling, and her big blue eyes full of tears, yet gleaming with hot desire. "Oh, that is enough!" she exclaimed. "Don't spank me any more. Do the other thing! I am on fire! Embrace me quick! Oh! Poke me!"
It was the first time she had ever used such plain language.
I, also, was very hot. So, taking her in my arms, I laid her on the sofa, and threw her petticoats up to her navel; then clasping her in my arms, I opened the lips of her cunt with my fingers, and with one powerful thrust I transfixed her with the dart. And then I fucked her so lustily, that when all was over, she lay panting and quivering on the sofa, quite oblivious of everything; her petticoats up to the middle of her belly, arid her legs widely separated, so that I had a full view of her cunt with its little pink lips still gaping slightly; and I noticed that the golden hair was studded with a few pearly-white drops of moisture. The randy girl had succeeded in getting the thing she wanted, though it had cost her a smart bottom. She had a shrewd idea that if I spanked her, I should be sure to get excited and poke her.
The whole affair had given me very great pleasure from first to last. I had thoroughly enjoyed spanking my sweetheart's beautiful, white bottom; and the poke which followed had been most delightful. I buttoned up my trousers, saying, with a laugh: "Now you naughty girl: you may pull down your clothes. Your pleasing punishment is over. How did you like it?"
She jumped up, and put on her drawers, smiling archly at me as she tied the strings round her waist: then she threw herself down again upon the sofa and gazed at me, with a languishing sensuous look in her great blue eyes. "I did not like the first part at all - you hurt me dreadfully - but the second part was delicious. It was worth while going through the pain for the sake of the pleasure. And how strongly you did it to me! You seemed to be more than usually excited. Was that because you had spanked me?"
"Yes," I replied. "Whipping a bottom always excites me. And in the old days at Oakhurst - after I had found out that you were a girl - whenever I spanked you, it was as much as I could do to prevent myself poking you when the punishment was over."
"Ah!" she said, laughing merrily, "I always thought you liked spanking me: and, as I once told you, I used rather to like getting a spanking. It made me feel queer - though it was always very painful - and it caused me to have a curious sensation of longing for something. I did not at that time know what the feeling meant; but I understand it all now. It was the sexual desire stirring in me."
"Yes; that is what it was. And I soon found out that you were a voluptuously inclined girl," I observed.
She laughed, saying: "Yes, I am. I must confess I am fond of the pleasures of love. But how did you manage to restrain yourself for such a time? I wonder you did not embrace me long before you did."
I laughed. "It was hard work to refrain, I can tell you; and you were very often in danger of being raped. But you know I frequently came up here to Maude; and I will tell you a secret, now that you are my only sweetheart. I used to poke Lucy the housemaid, whenever I felt inclined."
"What? That great, fat woman!" she exclaimed, laughing. "I am surprised. Why did you choose her? There were prettier women in the house."
I related to her how I had first got hold of Lucy; and I also gave a description of the way the woman had "assaulted" me, and how I had afterwards given her a most severe spanking.
Frances was very much amused. She remarked with a smile: "Poor Lucy! How you must have hurt her. You have a heavy hand when you spank, as I well know. My bottom is smarting at this moment." Then she added, laughing: "I don't think I need be afraid of your going after either of the servants in this house. They are too old and plain."
I laughed, and kissed her, saying: "You may be sure that neither of them will tempt me to be unfaithful to you."
We then went to our bedroom, and after we had washed and dressed, we drove to a restaurant and dined; afterwards going to a theatre, and finishing up with a supper before returning home.