Properly Theirs, page 14
part #10 of Victorian Correction Series
“Sarah,” Captain Rather said. “Your mouth on miss’s sweet cunt, if you please.”
Caroline sobbed now, trying to be a good girl for Miss Erskine’s feigned phallus as a real one enjoyed her bottom and the little maid below demonstrated her skill.
“Spend for me, darling,” said the captain. “Spend for me right now.”
Caroline did, over and over.
* * *
The next morning, Caroline received from Mrs. Smithers a maid’s black dress, just like Sarah’s.
“You will serve as a chambermaid, and assist Sarah,” said the housekeeper, “from henceforth.”
Until that day she had taken luncheon by herself, naked, in the kitchen, jested at by the scullery maids. Now the other maids received her among them at the servants’ table for the early dinner eaten by the Red Meadows’ staff, and to Caroline’s astonishment they all treated her kindly.
“We’ve all been through it, miss, in our own way,” whispered Sarah. “Don’t be afraid, about tonight.”
“Tonight?” Caroline whispered back urgently.
“Silence!” said Mrs. Smithers. “Do not make me summon Robert, if you please, girls.”
Caroline must still, it seemed, ask permission to use the chamber pot. When she inquired of Sarah, soon after dinner, whether she might have a moment for the commode, Sarah bit her lip and shook her head.
“I’ll ask ma’am,” said the little maid, “but today…” Sarah’s brow creased, and she hastened off to find Miss Erskine as if she wanted to avoid speaking of something to Caroline.
In great trepidation Caroline waited, then, standing in Mr. Rackley’s study where she and Sarah had been laying the fire. Sarah returned, a compassionate look upon her face, followed by Miss Erskine, who wore a more severe one.
“Caroline,” said the mistress of Red Meadows, “you will come with me, now, to the drawing room.”
Caroline frowned and blinked in surprise. “The drawing room, ma’am?”
“It is the sixth day, Caroline,” Miss Erskine replied. “You will serve us all, at once, this evening before our dinner. We wish you to make your water when we allow it, and not until that moment.”
Trembling and suddenly terribly conscious of her maid’s garb, Caroline followed the dark-haired woman in the gorgeous lavender frock upstairs to the room in which her masters and mistress had undressed her and inspected her the past four nights. She had supposed it terrible to have her elegant gown removed there, but something about these servile garments, about the urgency in her bladder, about the prospect of the ordeal Miss Erskine had just laid before her, made her feel faint and caused her knees to wobble as she entered into the well-lit room whose furniture had it seemed undergone a little rearrangement: in the midst of the five chairs in which the earl, Mr. Rackley, Captain Rather, and Robert sat already, with an empty one for Miss Erskine, stood a low divan covered, incongruously in this room so full of brocade, in dark leather.
Mr. Rackley spoke from his chair, as Miss Erskine sat decorously in her own, just to his right. The earl had his seat to Mr. Rackley’s left, and the captain came next, with Robert to complete the circle and bring it back to Miss Erskine’s place. Caroline had stopped her nervous steps a few yards away, for neither her mistress nor any of her masters had issued her a command, though all four of them had turned to gaze at her, each with his own characteristic expression upon his face: the earl lustful, her guardian careful and severe, the captain affectionate, Robert saucily mocking.
“Come and stand next to the divan, Caroline,” Mr. Rackley said. “We have something to say to you, before we fuck you.”
Caroline felt she should have had the fortitude by now to make her way between the captain’s chair and the earl’s with the proud steps of a wayward girl who knows she has borne the worst of her merited punishment. No matter that they had dressed her in a maid’s clothes or that they had waited, it seemed, until she needed the chamber pot to summon her: Miss Caroline Montgomery had learned that even a terrible flogging from the coachman had its consolations. She had learned to love the hardness even of her mistress’s unnatural cock. She floated above herself, now, though, and looked down upon the girl who stepped forward on agonizing, halting feet, as if she did not have something deep within that positively cried out to serve every use to which five—ten, rather—firm hands chose to put her young body.
She turned her burning face to the lovely carpet, so like the one she had ruined in the parlor, and moved forward, ashamed of how slick her cunny felt within the maid’s simple cotton drawers. Caroline saw herself, studied herself in her mind’s eye, and she did not know if she felt that embarrassment because she wanted all the cocks inside her or because she could not, it seemed, step boldly forward and beg her masters and mistress to do everything they wished.
At last she stood beside the strange article of furniture, of whose use Caroline had very little doubt despite its design being foreign to her experience. On that divan, she understood very well, they meant to have a sort of pleasure of their fucking piece that the Duke of Essing and Mr. Wendell would never approve—and of which they would never learn.
“Miss Caroline Montgomery,” said Mr. Rackley, “you are to understand by the use this company makes of you tonight that you have come fully into our power. As your guardian, in accordance with my duties and the teachings of the estimable Doctor Brown, I shall now ask your consent in your subjection as the mastered young lady of the five persons here assembled.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Captain Rather watched Caroline’s face closely as she absorbed her guardian’s words. The captain had after all persuaded the earl and Mr. Rackley that this step, before they fucked Caroline as a group, made sense in light of the letter he had received from the admiralty that morning.
The captain had a ship and orders, and his path to an admiral’s flag lay clear before him once again, though it must be trod—or rather sailed—through the dangerous straits of the East Indies. A week hence he would stand out from Portsmouth upon the evening tide, in command of HMS Essing, an irony not at all lost upon him, or upon any of the company.
Captain Rather had also fallen deeply in love with Miss Caroline Montgomery. He observed her beautiful face in profile from his armchair, his prick already half-erect simply at the sight of the debutante in the maid’s menial black dress with the white pinafore upon it. Somehow that clothing suggested, the officer reflected, that Caroline might be commanded to perform the most shameful duties, such as the greatly extended sucking of the captain’s penis she had performed upon waking in his bed.
The memory of that morning came upon him now, stiffening him still further: the way his charmer had giggled when he made her hold her face still to receive his seed upon her cheeks, her chin, and her brow; the way she had nestled into his arms afterward, and how he had kissed her and at the same time used his knowing right hand between to bring her off over and over, as her sweet cunny’s wetness made his fingers slippery upon her clit and inside her vagina. His cock rising again simply from the adorable sounds she made as she spent, he had lain her on her side and fucked her from behind, making her spend helplessly upon his cock all the while with that same hand, playing in front, teaching her that her cunt belonged—at least in the fifth part—to Captain James Rather, RN.
“I do not understand,” Caroline whispered, in reply to Mr. Rackley. “Have I… that is to say, have you…” She looked around the circle of armchairs with confusion etched upon her face.
The earl spoke next. “Your punishment is over, Caroline. The Duke of Essing has pronounced himself satisfied, upon hearing that you received a second flogging from Master Robert, and were whipped in the stables the next day. Mr. Wendell himself, bless his heart, apparently pled for an end to your anathema when he heard my detailed report to his grace, upon the state of your sweet bottom, read aloud.”
Caroline’s eyes went wide at this news, and her cheeks flamed crimson—no doubt at the tidings that a vivid account of her whipped, naked backside had reached Mr. Wendell’s ears. She turned back to her guardian.
“What does it mean?” she asked softly. “What does it mean… for me?”
Miss Erskine answered, now, and Caroline turned to her as she listened. “It means that you are once again marriageable, my dear. You may return to town and once again seek a husband. People will whisper, of course, as they always do, but between them the earl and the duke will make certain you receive invitations to as many balls and supper parties as you could wish to attend. I have not the slightest doubt that you will, if you choose that course, catch a man like Mr. Wendell—indeed, I believe Mr. Wendell himself is yours for the having, given how captivating he seems to have found that description of your bottom. He may even spank you himself now and again, when you are his wife, now that he knows your hindquarters are no stranger to strict domestic discipline.”
Caroline’s face assumed an expression of disgust, which Captain Rather only saw because she turned that face to him, almost unconsciously it would seem, when Miss Erskine spoke of her becoming Mr. Wendell’s wife. Perhaps the lovely girl favored him with her glance because the captain had been her companion that fateful night, but the officer also dared hope those eyes might also have turned to him at the thought of going over his knee with her bottom bare, as a cherished but well-trained wife.
Mr. Rackley nodded to the captain, then, and he knew his turn had come.
“Your guardian was of the opinion, Miss Montgomery, that we should wait at least a fortnight before we told you of this news. His lordship the earl shared this judgment. Your training, truly, is only just beginning—even I who have been a relative stranger to this free way of life can see how well you have responded to your masters and mistress. If events in my own life had not dictated that I must depart…”
Caroline gave a little cry at that, and Captain Rather could not keep a smile from his face as he became more and more certain that the unlikely expedient into which he had persuaded his fellow masters would suit the case.
“Yes,” he continued, “I have a ship, Miss Montgomery, which is for me a great good fortune, and though your face is kind enough to suggest that you will miss me I hope I can persuade you that, with the exception of my being long absent from this honorable company and thus having to long for your society—and your sweet cunny and bottom—from afar, it may also bring good fortune to you.”
Now Caroline’s brow wrinkled, and she glanced over to Mr. Rackley, who leaned forward a little, readying himself to oblige his ward with the next part of the plan the five had agreed upon, just before Sarah had notified Miss Erskine that their young lady wished to use the chamber pot. The sweet girl had, it seemed, now forgotten the urgency of her bladder, but the captain’s lips turned up into a smile at the thought of how pressing her need would be once the astonishment of all this news wore off a little. The captain had never expected he might enjoy a disciplinary method so very recondite, but the restrictions places upon Caroline’s relieving herself upon the commode aroused him no end.
“In short, Caroline, Captain Rather has asked for your hand in marriage, before he takes ship for China.”
Caroline gave another cry, and looked from Mr. Rackley to the captain, to the earl, to Miss Erskine, and finally even to Robert, turning in a charming circle as if to see whether the company had decided to make a jest of her.
Captain Rather spoke again. “For this reason, we have asked for your consent, Miss Montgomery, to our sexual use of you, and our right and responsibility to correct you when you misbehave. I have become a student over the past several days of Doctor Brown’s unusual treatise, and upon my understanding, which your guardian has been good enough to confirm reflects his own, a young lady like yourself will be happiest in her submission if she has chosen it of her own free will. As my wife, you will be free to move in society, but you will remain—with my own consent and good will—the fucking piece and indeed the lovely little whore of us five.”
The debutante had gone bright red down to the neckline of the black servant’s dress. Miss Erskine stood up, behind Caroline, and took a step forward around the divan, so that she could begin to undress the girl. Caroline started when she felt the older woman’s hands upon her laces, and turned her head over her shoulder with wide eyes, but seeing her mistress there, and realizing what Miss Erskine did, she remained in place, though she held her hands clenched into little fists at her sides.
“Master Robert,” said Miss Erskine. “Come and assist me in rendering our fucking piece perfectly naked for this sweet ceremony. A girl like this one shouldn’t even have a servant’s clothes upon her, when she accepts the sort of marriage proposal best suited to her wayward character. First, however, ring for Sarah, if you please, and ask her to bring a chamber pot.”
Caroline whimpered at that, but she fixed her eyes on Captain Rather’s as Robert, having instructed Sarah as Miss Erskine had bid him, came to loom over her, the symbol of the discipline the captain meant his young bride to continue to undergo in his absence, just as he wished her to have all the fucking she desired and needed so badly. The captain smiled at her, and saw her little hands relax and her own mouth turn up a little even as the color came and went from her cheeks with the removal of her corset, her petticoats, and finally her drawers and stockings, which Robert yanked down to her pretty feet and made her step out of, along with her shoes.
The captain rose, and Miss Erskine and Robert receded to sit again in their own armchairs. He towered over the naked Caroline, and he put out his right hand to stroke her cheek.
“You were dressed in servant’s clothes today, Miss Montgomery, so that you would understand that your place as my wife will be in service to your masters and your mistress. You had those clothes removed just now, so that you would understand that you will serve us with your sweet body, which we will bare whenever we choose, and enjoy however we wish. Do you understand that?”
Caroline bit her lip as she looked up at him, a crease upon her brow. In the slight relaxation occasioned by what must seem to her a very strange turn of events toward matrimony, she had quite clearly become suddenly conscious again of her need to pee. She shifted from foot to foot, her knees bent, her hips moved—the motions of a little girl who has to make her water but has not received permission, rendered terribly arousing through their being made by a lovely, naked debutante.
“Yes, sir,” she said quietly, in a whimpering little voice.
“You have learned your lesson, have you not?” In the beautiful blue eyes the captain saw just how thoroughly she understood the question: the lesson decreed by the Duke of Essing represented only the merest fragment of what Caroline had learned in the past five days—above all with the assurance of how much more she would come to know as her training continued, and the self-understanding that she longed for and needed the sort of submission the earl had devised for her.
“Yes, sir,” she breathed, as he took her hands in his own, feeling them tremble in his grasp. “Please, sir? I… I must…”
The captain looked to where Sarah had just entered with the commode, and gestured the little maid over, to place it in front of Caroline.
“There, darling,” he said. “You may relieve yourself.”
Caroline whimpered, and looked a reproach into his face that at the same time told him that what he had learned from the doctor’s treatise: the girl he loved needed the discipline he wished her to receive. She loved him even as he made her pee in the drawing room, in front of elegantly dressed company, in the midst of his marriage proposal.
She stepped forward, stooped, and then with her eyes closed and a little moan of relief, she sent the sweet golden stream rushing from her pretty cunny.
“There,” pronounced the earl. “Does that not feel better, girl?”
“So sweet,” commented Miss Erskine.
From Sarah Captain Rather got the paper, and while Caroline still had her eyes shut and the last drops were falling to the commode, he reached down to wipe her. She started and opened her beautiful blue orbs first in surprise and then with a shy gratitude. Caroline stood, and Sarah took the commode away. The debutante looked about her, seeming a little dazed.
Then she gave a tiny cry as the captain fell to his right knee, suddenly looking up at her—though only slightly, for even thus her adorable face only rose an inch or two higher than his own.
“Caroline,” he said, addressing her for the first time by her Christian name, “will you make me the happiest man on earth, by doing me the honor of becoming my wife?”
“I…” She hesitated, and turned to look at the other members of the company, each in turn, as if, at the same moment, realizing her need to serve them each in his or her own chosen way and declaring to them with her eyes her consent to that service. Then at last she turned her face back to Captain Rather’s.
“I will,” she said quietly.
The captain reached up his hands, with Caroline’s still in them, first to put hers upon his shoulders and then to take her sweet face in his hands so that he might bend her lips down to his for a long kiss. Then, to the laughter of the rest of the company, he broke the kiss and moved his hands down Caroline’s naked form, to seize her little breasts and fondle them, while with his mouth he sought out her bare little cunny and made her scream in pleasure.
At the same time as the officer tasted the secret charms of his blushing bride, the earl and Mr. Rackley rose from their chairs to lay hold upon her arms and torso between them, and to bear her the little ways backward to the divan, while Robert and Miss Erskine took charge of Caroline’s legs, so that they could lay her out before her bridegroom, in order that he might enjoy the girl’s cunt just as he liked. The captain took full advantage of the position: after bringing her to three spends with his tongue and fingers, he rose and lowered his breeches so that he could plunge deep inside the velvet tightness to be found between her pouting inner lips.
