Properly Theirs, page 13
part #10 of Victorian Correction Series
Hannah spent and spent as he disciplined her fiercely, and Caroline moaned to see it, and spent over and over herself. The girl’s eyes, Hannah felt sure, must be fixed upon the quivering cheeks of her mistress’s bottom, and the curling red marks of discipline, as her own guardian punished the woman who had decreed the debutante’s terrible punishment in the parlor.
“There you go, Hannah,” said Mr. Rackley, “you selfish thing.”
Hannah kissed Caroline’s bare cunny tenderly then, and worked the dildo gently in the little bottom, as the strap taught the mistress a lesson of her own. Yes, she had been selfish, Hannah thought with a secret smile—and she meant to continue so.
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With a wonderfully sore backside, then, Hannah supervised the first days of Caroline’s training as the company’s obedient fucking piece. Following Doctor Brown’s departure back to town, immediate authority over the state of the debutante’s lovely body fell to Hannah, who thus had the privilege of conducting the girl to the bedchamber of the earl, and then of Mr. Rackley, and then of Captain Rather, on successive evenings, after Sarah had undressed the debutante in the drawing room for a nightly inspection carried out by all five of the company, following dinner.
Observing how the captain seemed to have developed tender feelings for Caroline, Hannah decided it would amuse them all—and bring both greater and greater discipline to Caroline’s training—if Hannah should invite the naval officer to assist her in some of the girl’s supervision. Captain Rather readily assented, expressing great gratification, and it quickly proved an extra source of stimulation for Hannah herself to dominate Caroline as the one man of the company who might be called the girl’s lover observed all the shameful things a young lady might suffer, or be made to do.
On the fourth evening, after the post-dinner inspection, Hannah and the captain together brought Caroline to Robert’s abode over the stables, which could hardly be termed a bedchamber—though the coachman, too, had received his own whipping block, over which he fastened the fucking piece as soon as she arrived. Hannah and Captain Rather departed Robert’s quarters to the sounds of a flogging already beginning, screams and pleas and the thwack of the rattan—discipline administered on the grounds that Caroline had not shown the coachman the proper respect when his huge cock was presented to her lips. On the naval officer’s face Hannah could see that his own cock had grown hard at the sound of the girl he loved undergoing such harsh treatment, and a consciousness of the justice in Doctor Brown’s ideas for her training—in particular the importance of the different training Caroline would receive from the five members of the company.
Hannah gave responsibility for the debutante’s meals and toilet to Mrs. Smithers, an expert in such matters, save only that the captain must be notified each time Caroline wished to use the chamber pot or the outhouse. Several times a day, then, Sarah would approach the captain as he tended to his correspondence or walked in the park with Mr. Rackley to say, “If you please, sir, miss would like to pee.”
The captain would usually grant permission, content to allow the period during which Caroline must wait for her master’s decree to be carried back serve as training in obedience, as well of course as the simple fact of forbidding the girl the freedom to relieve herself when she pleased. Occasionally, however, the officer would deny the request, and then, a few minutes later, go herself with Hannah to where Caroline, under Mrs. Smithers’ watchful eye, carried out the menial tasks assigned to her that day—scrubbing pots clad only in an apron, for example, or weeding the garden with the Number Two anal plug held deep in her bottom by a leather harness around her loins.
By that time the girl would be nearly frantic, her face crimson not only with the indignity of having to perform servant’s duties without even a servant’s garb to cover her pretty cunny and her sweet little breasts but also with the terrible shame of so visibly needing to pee. The captain would have the opportunity to exercise his creativity in erotic discipline, then, usually in front of one of the other four companions. In the kitchen, he placed a pot between Caroline’s thighs and instructed the debutante to make her water into it, stimulating the girl’s clitoris all the while so that Caroline cried out and shuddered as the golden liquid gushed from her, wetting the captain’s hand deliciously and allowing the master a hypocritical excuse to spank the wayward girl. In the garden, of course, Caroline could be told simply to water the plants, and punished in the same facetious way for peeing outdoors, over the captain’s knee upon a nearby stone bench.
By mutual consent, the companions reported Caroline’s conduct in their beds and over their whipping stools only in the most general terms, so as to avoid any sense of competition. The earl, Hannah knew, wrote to the Duke of Essing each day with an account of the disciplinary proceedings, and his grace, it seemed, was already quite satisfied to know that the miscreant was soundly whipped on a nearly daily basis, and made to perform the work of servants. The girl’s defloration and sexual use would perhaps be the subject of many whispers, for a time, but the strange code of honor that governed the aristocracy would ensure that the Duke of Essing himself would quash those rumors in his zealous safeguarding of his own and Mr. Wendell’s reputations as upholders of morality.
Caroline herself seemed daily more used to her new life of naked servitude. Hannah noted that especially after the third night, spent with Captain Rather, the girl submitted with remarkable equanimity to the daily insertion of her plug, by which practice Mr. Rackley had declared her anus was already becoming quite receptive to fucking, as well as more enjoyable for the penis.
At last the fifth day arrived, and Hannah instructed Sarah to dress Caroline for dinner in the same blue gown the girl had worn to the ball at which she had committed her terrible infraction. The earl’s scheme—quite brilliantly, to Hannah’s mind—called for the company to dine with their fucking piece each night in the most elegant style. The notion certainly had the effect on Caroline that his lordship had intended: even after a day spent mucking out the stalls of the carriage horses, her bottom exposed by the apron she wore and whipped with a strap when she seemed less than eager, the culture implied by corset, petticoats, and frock brought back the debutante’s modesty. Miss Caroline Montgomery once again, she blushed as her masters conversed—in general terms—of the delights to be found in a certain young lady’s ‘moist furrow’ or within her ‘precious ring.’
Hannah, dressed in her own best green silk frock, floated on a cloud of anticipated pleasure, and took a greater part in the salacious talk than she ordinarily would.
“My lord,” she said to the earl, over the pudding, “I am to ride out upon a fine young filly this evening. I believe you have mounted her yourself, have you not?”
The earl chuckled, and they both looked at Caroline, who had turned her flaming face down toward her own plate.
“Indeed,” said the peer. “I think I found myself well seated. She gave of her best, but you must take care to touch her with the whip, when you wish to have her full compliance.”
“I’ve ridden the filly myself,” said Mr. Rackley. “Have you not also, Captain?”
“Aye,” said Captain Rather, gravely but clearly without objection to the fun, even if he meant not fully to enter in upon it. “And I plan to do so tonight, in Miss Erskine’s company, for she has been kind enough to invite me.”
The earl spoke again, quite boisterously. “I believe even the coachman had a turn, and you know how vigorously he goes—hobbledy-hoy, hobbledy-hoy, you know, if I do not mistake the matter.”
Caroline’s brow had creased very deeply. Robert was not present, having declined the offer to dine with the gentlemen as not suited either to his manners or his digestion. Hannah felt certain that the girl had a vivid memory both of the coachman’s cane and of his prick, as she sat so elegantly at the table upon her doubtless terribly sore backside.
“You are a very fine horsewoman, I know, Miss Erskine,” said the captain suddenly. “I feel sure you can coax a lovely ride from that filly without running her down very much—and I mean to assist insofar as I am able.”
Caroline lifted her eyes, then, first to Captain Rather’s face and then to Hannah’s own. Hannah had meant to continue on with the chafing, for she knew that Caroline possessed enough high spirits to benefit from it in her own way. But the expression on the girl’s face, of gratitude to the captain and pleading to her mistress, melted the older woman’s heart.
“Indeed,” Hannah said, looking back into Caroline’s eyes. “If she can respect her rider, she shall have as pleasant a ride as we do.”
In the drawing room, a few minutes later, Caroline stood naked among the company, the scents of port and cigars still swirling around them from their after-dinner pleasures.
“Robert did a fine job, did he not?” asked Mr. Rackley, viewing the cruel purple welts across his ward’s bottom and thighs, augmented with a few crimson curls from the strap. “Caroline, did you learn your lesson?”
“Yes, sir,” answered the fucking piece softly. “Master Robert was hard on me, but I tried to please him. He called me a good girl this afternoon in the stables.”
“Will you be a good girl for Miss Erskine tonight?” the guardian asked, and then continued without waiting for a response, “Turn so that I may see your cunt, if you please. Hands upon your head. Present your bosom to me. Now the cunt: turn your knees out and move your hips to present it for fucking by whomever we choose. Very good. Many men and women will fuck you, as your training continues. Offer your cunt to each of us, now. Such a wet little slit, at the thought of all those pricks and cunts.” Then, as Caroline, blushing furiously, complied, “Well, will you obey Miss Erskine?”
“Yes, sir,” the girl practically cried out in her arousal and her humiliation.
Caroline’s face had upon it precisely the confusion Hannah knew Mr. Rackley had meant to put there. The debutante wanted, and did not want, and hardly knew the difference.
“Come with me, Caroline,” Hannah said, rising from her armchair. “The captain and I shall discover whether you speak the truth.”
Chapter Twenty
In Miss Erskine’s bedchamber, Caroline was made to lie over the whipping block. Captain Rather pressed gently upon her back to urge her down, to rest her torso across the top of the wooden frame, and Caroline obeyed him though her heart quailed within her.
All day she had supposed that perhaps her mistress would be kind to her tonight. When she had heard that the captain would join Miss Erskine, she had felt sure she need not fear. Master Robert, as she had learned she must now call the coachman, had treated her with such strictness all the previous night and then all day in the stables. She felt the tears well up in her eyes as she thought of it now, while Captain Rather fastened the straps to bind her down. Caroline’s bottom was so sore from the cane and the strap—how could she bear more punishment tonight? And how could the kind captain give it to her?
Everything had seemed to go so well, too, with her masters, before she had forgotten to kiss the tip of Master Robert’s penis, and he had fetched the cane and begun to whip her. Caroline had thought that she had begun to learn to please the company. On his night, Mr. Rackley had said that if she remained a good girl for a week, she would be allowed to wear clothes while she did her chores, and then, when a fortnight had passed, Caroline would be treated as a lady again, at least by day. At night, he had told her, she would always be a fucking piece shared among the company, but Caroline had with a deep blush confessed that she had already come to like having men’s cocks in her cunny and even her little bottom.
The earl and Mr. Rackley had both laid her over the whipping blocks that stood next to their beds, to be sure, but they had not fastened the straps, and they had placed her there only to spank her bottom with their hands a little before they used her cunny and bottom that way. After that they had brought Caroline into their beds, and held her close and kissed her gently, before urging her down the bed to clean their cocks with a soapy flannel and then to suck them back into a stand for another fuck in her vagina and anus. They had praised her, and she had drifted off to sleep in their arms, sore but happy, for she had spent many times while they fucked her.
Captain Rather’s night had gone even better, for he had not used the whipping block at all, but rather made Caroline lie upon his bed and hold her knees apart and very high so that he might taste her cunny. She had screamed with forced pleasure, her face hot with the shame of having the captain’s face there, where penises went. Then the captain had placed her kneeling on all fours with her face in the sheets, and ridden long and hard in her cunt before spending in her bottom’s tight flower, praising her conduct all the while.
“You forgot yourself with Master Robert, I gather,” said Miss Erskine once the captain had secured Caroline in place. Her mistress had taken a stand behind the block, with Captain Rather to her right, and Caroline felt a thrill of shame go through her as she pictured the dark-haired woman in her elegant gown, and the kind but stern naval officer, gazing at the naked, whipped backside in the candlelight. Somewhere, she knew, Sarah also stood in Miss Erskine’s bedchamber, ready to undress the woman for bed, and perhaps to serve the captain as well.
“Yes, ma’am,” the debutante replied miserably. “I apologized again and again, but Master Robert said he must discipline me properly.”
“As he did, I can see,” said Captain Rather. “Did he fuck you over the whipping block as well?”
“Yes, sir,” Caroline whispered.
“Which paths of pleasure did he employ that way, with you strapped down?” Miss Erskine’s voice again.
“All of them, ma’am.” Caroline shuddered as she remembered the way Robert’s huge cock had used her, again and again: her mouth, her cunny, her bottom. He would clean himself with a basin and cloth, and then have her mouth again, and spend there, but soon enough present the penis to her lips once more, to bring to another erection so that he might again fuck her vagina and anus over the whipping block, his hips making the cane welts burn like fire as he drove into her tender backside.
She heard the sound of undressing, now, behind her: Sarah had begun to help Miss Erskine off with her frock and her petticoats, and the captain was removing his coat and breeches. Caroline wondered if her mistress would wear the same strange sort of corset she had worn in the bathroom, the one that left her cunt and bottom lewdly exposed, so that a girl might be commanded to touch and kiss her there, to give a shameful sort of pleasure, the sort for which other eighteen-year-old girls had told Caroline at school a pupil might be whipped. The thought that Captain Rather would watch that occur made her feel faint with embarrassment.
“Bring the belt, Sarah,” said the captain.
“Please, no,” Caroline cried, trying to turn her head over her shoulder to see what took place behind her. “Please, don’t whip me anymore! What have I done?”
“Hush, girl,” said the officer. “You are not to be whipped tonight. Sarah is helping Miss Erskine on with her cock.”
Caroline heard a sort of jingly sound, like the buckles upon a horse’s harness, and then Miss Erskine stepped around her, to the front of the block, and Caroline understood. She remembered Mr. Rackley speaking, in the bathroom on that first day of her training, of Miss Erskine wearing the ivory cock, and now the nature of the belt Sarah had brought became clear, for the enormous false penis sprang from below her mistress’s corset like a spike of milky whiteness in the candlelight. Miss Erskine brandished it in her right hand, and Caroline’s eyes went wide, her breathing rapid as she cast them up to see the lust in her mistress’s face.
She tried to turn her face over her shoulder, to learn what Captain Rather thought of it, but he said, “Eyes on your mistress’s cock, my dear.”
“Captain,” said Miss Erskine, to Caroline’s surprise. “Would you care to do your part?”
Caroline felt a motion of the air behind her, and heard the floor creak a little. Her lips parted to ask, in fear, what would befall her now, but then she moaned deep in her throat instead, for she felt the captain’s kiss upon her aching cunny. She strained against the straps of the whipping block as her bottom tried to ride her master’s face as Miss Erskine had ridden hers in the bathroom, but though the wood creaked under her, Miss Erskine had made her just as fast to the block tonight as Master Robert had the previous one. Caroline could only receive the attentions the captain chose to bestow.
“You must get my prick ready for your cunt, now, Caroline,” said Miss Erskine.
The captain stood, thrust his own cock into her cunny with a single hard motion, and Caroline cried out, her eyes fixed upon the ivory device that hovered before her eyes.
“Master Robert wishes you to understand, I know, that the cane is part of your new life, Caroline,” the captain said softly, stroking Caroline’s back with his huge but gentle hand. “You did not enjoy the flogging, I am sure—or the whipping in the stables today—but what of the fucking he gave you with his stallion’s cock? And what of Miss Erskine’s lovely engine, here, which I understand is the gift of your guardian to her a long time ago, when she learned these lessons herself?”
The captain, fucking her gently, began also to stroke the welts from the cane and the strap, when he made mention of them. Caroline whimpered as the words revolved in her mind and interwove themselves with the many things Miss Erskine, as Miss Rackley, had intimated concerning the importance of a firm hand. No, Caroline did not like the painful effects of a firm hand, but…
But afterward… just as Sarah herself had said… with a cock like Captain Rather’s in her aching cunny…
Caroline opened her mouth wide and looked up again into Miss Erskine’s eyes. Her mistress smiled, and pushed the ivory phallus between the debutante’s lips. Behind her, the captain withdrew his cock, moved it to press firmly into her anus. Caroline cried out around the hard ivory as her master resolutely sought his pleasure inside her most private place.
