Properly Theirs, page 8
part #10 of Victorian Correction Series
“Do as the doctor says, Miss Montgomery,” the captain said, with a quiet resolution that made her wonder if he were the sort of captain who spoke softly to his first mate when he declared that a sailor, or perhaps a girl, must be tied to a grate and whipped, for her own good and that of the whole ship’s company. Or perhaps, should he take his little wife to sea, he would speak softly to her, in his spacious cabin, when she must lay herself over his knee to learn a lesson in obedience with her bottom bare. “You must be examined.”
Caroline drew a sharp breath as she heard in the captain’s quiet words the same frightening but somehow also terribly exciting passion that seemed to animate every face in the bathroom, except for Doctor Brown’s. Even little Sarah’s eyes seemed to shine with a need to see the naked young lady with her knees raised and spread upon the padded table. Caroline’s breathing continued that way, in rough little pants, as she lay back, experiencing again that distance from herself, that strange hovering sensation, she had felt first when made to undress for the whipping whose horrid, sore marks now became entirely visible with the lifting of her knees.
Miss Erskine on Caroline’s left, and Sarah on her right, seized those knees and raised them further, kept them apart, so that Caroline gave a little cry of dismay as they enforced the positioning of her backside at the very end of the table, where anyone could see and touch all her nakedness merely by stooping a bit. Her fellow women seemed to her intent on showing the men Caroline’s cunny, anus, and whipped bottom, in the most shameful way imaginable.
Doctor Brown had vanished from her sight, but now after the sound of water rushing from the taps into the sink off to Caroline’s right, he reappeared, drying his hands upon a towel. He had a patient smile upon his face that she found reassuring despite everything: somehow when so many mortifying things seemed to have commenced unceasingly to befall her, Caroline saw in the physician’s smile at least the promise that even if this strange regimen decreed for her presented startling novelty and caused blushing embarrassment he, a medical man, endorsed it as healthful for an eighteen-year-old maiden.
When he turned his smile upon Miss Erskine and spoke to her about Caroline again in that humiliating way, however, the reassurance quickly became tempered with other emotions. Anxiety and—really even worse—more of the confusing excitement in her nipples and down between her thighs rushed in, and knowing that the clothed men standing behind the doctor could see the way her bare cunny clenched in response to their attention made her whole body go hot and cold by turns.
“The whipping seems to have been well-administered,” the doctor said in a pleasant voice. “Your work, Miss Erskine?”
“No,” the woman demurred with a smile. “That’s our Robert—such a fine hand with the cane that Mr. Rackley thought he should be one of the girls’ masters, and enjoy the cunt and bottom as he chooses.”
Doctor Brown glanced over at Robert with a nod. Caroline felt her breathing become shallow, and seemed to hover even higher over the table, looking down upon the awful scene.
“Quite right.” The physician turned to Mr. Rackley. “I am glad you take seriously the passages in my treatise about the equality of natural manhood.”
Mr. Rackley nodded, casting his own eyes over at the big coachman, whose saucy face, looking back at naked Caroline with eyes fixed upon her open cunny, made her heart beat terribly fast now. “Though I must admit to having spared Robert any extensive discussion of your theories. He’s a good lad, and likes his fucking as well as his whipping—that is certainly enough for me, and…” here Mr. Rackley winked at Miss Erskine, “…I believe for my sweet little whore Hannah.”
Caroline blinked in surprise, casting her eyes over at Miss Erskine and seeing to her astonishment that a little pink had crept into the dark-haired woman’s cheeks. Caroline couldn’t help a tiny whimper, then, for the sight had made her feel, down in her cunny, like she had melted and flowed, and the lips had given another of those embarrassing little contractions.
“Look,” said Doctor Brown to the rest of the company. “You can see how very lubricious Miss Montgomery is. Her vagina shows quite clearly how aroused she is by the prospect of your shared mastery.”
Caroline wanted desperately to object, but she seemed not to have command even of sufficient words to protest this judgment, as Mr. Rackley, Captain Rather, the earl, and even Robert took a turn to lean over her and inspect the terribly warm place between her legs. She watched in dismay as the doctor’s hand approached, and touched the same place Miss Erskine seemed to have discovered, at the top where it drew a helpless cry of pleasure from the naked debutante.
“Observe how very well she will lubricate with a small degree of stimulation upon the clitoris,” the physician said. Caroline’s hips bucked, then, for she could not have controlled the motions of her body for the world. “There.” Doctor Brown removed his hand. “You can see how nature has eased the path for the penis.”
Penis. What was that? Did a man… was that… it?
“Perhaps each of you would like to try your hand—I speak literally, of course—at arousing your young lady?”
The doctor looked about—first to Mr. Rackley, and then to the earl, finally taking in the captain and Robert with his canvass. Caroline felt faint, and her cheeks blazed as she saw with what approval each man greeted the physician’s recommendation.
Mr. Rackley answered for all of them. “Certainly, Doctor. Your Lordship, would you care to go first?”
Then they all touched her that way, one after the other, and Caroline cried out under each different caress. The earl rubbed firmly, looking from her eyes to her wet cunny all the while, as she whimpered under his fingers. Then, with a wink, his lordship let her guardian have a turn. Mr. Rackley looked only into Caroline’s face, very gravely, as he moved his fingers slowly in and out of her maiden furrow, pushing so far in that she grew alarmed. When she cried out at the strange feeling of pressure, somehow despite the shame unable to remove her eyes from his, he said, “Good girl,” and let the naval officer have his turn.
Captain Rather gazed down at the two fingertips he moved in a gentle circle on Caroline’s little bud, but only for a moment, as if to make sure he had found the correct spot. Then he turned his eyes up to hers, and she blushed for a new reason, because she remembered how gallant he had been at the ball. To have him here, when she had no clothes to cover her nakedness, as one of the men who would train her in this lewd way, made her feel she might swoon away with the mingled pleasure and shame of his caress.
“There, Miss Montgomery,” said the captain softly. “There we are. Shall I give you to Robert, now?”
“Oh, please…” Caroline began, but Captain Rather had already stepped back, and the coachman loomed over her with that awful air of superiority. He put his big hand on her cunny and gave it a hard squeeze, so that Caroline yelped and tried to get away, even as the roughness seemed also to make her melt down there, and embarrass herself with another helpless flow of arousal into his hand.
“What a little whore,” Robert said. “This cunt is like a spigot.” The earl laughed, and so did Miss Erskine, as the coachman stepped back.
The doctor moved forward again, and spoke to Miss Erskine. “Have you begun the girl’s training in any other respect, besides the caning and the urinary discipline?”
Miss Erskine nodded, and Caroline as she swiveled her eyes wildly, trying to see the older woman’s face, thought she could see pride on the dark brow.
“Caroline did not show the proper respect upon waking, and so she received the Number One anal plug here in the bathroom just before you gentlemen arrived.”
Caroline turned to look at Captain Rather, now standing behind Mr. Rackley and next to Robert. She could not have said why, but she felt desperate to know what the captain might think of the shameful thing Miss Erskine had done in Caroline’s bottom. The officer’s eyes seemed to shine at the humiliating news, and that made Caroline’s heart race. The sensation of having that fullness in such a tiny place seemed to linger in the rosy dimple between her whipped hind-cheeks.
She couldn’t at the same time, however, help noticing the bold look upon the coachman’s face: Robert too seemed gratified to learn Miss Caroline Montgomery’s young bottom had received such firm disciplinary treatment, but his blue eyes spoke of wishing to see her brought down several pegs, rather than a desire to care for her.
“Did you accompany the plug with any other stimulation?” the doctor asked.
“I did, Doctor,” replied Miss Erskine. “We usually do that when we plug our girls, as Sarah here can attest, so that when the time comes for them to take the prick there they are eager for bottom-fucking.”
On the captain’s face, Caroline saw, with a hot flush, that, whatever the word might mean, he would enjoy fucking her young bottom.
Chapter Twelve
Captain James Rather, RN, could hardly believe even that he stood in such a strangely spacious bathroom, let alone that his presence there resulted from his having been invited to share in enjoying the naked body of the beautiful Miss Caroline Montgomery. The two seemed oddly intertwined in his mind, now—had become so immediately upon entering and seeing that Miss Montgomery, the girl he had aspired only a few days since to call his wife, sat without a stitch of clothing upon the padded table. He had been at sea much of his life, to be sure, in a world with its own literally outlandish rules and regulations, but he had never imagined that even the most eccentric and aristocratic of landlubbers could find such a novel way to discipline young ladies, or to look after their sexual training.
This doctor had about him such an air of philosophical inquiry and honest benevolence that Captain Rather found himself interested in reading something other than the military sections of the London Gazette for the first time he could remember. Could it truly be laid out there in black and white, in Doctor Brown’s treatise, what he had always felt about his amorous relations with women—and indeed those he had observed other men to have with greater and lesser degrees of success and satisfaction?
For the captain gathered that this physician had somehow proven, by theoretical reasoning, that a natural man—and Captain Rather certainly found in himself such a one—should not hesitate to instruct a girl like Miss Montgomery, should she come into his power, to remove her clothing and prepare herself for fucking. Nor it seemed should he neglect to turn such a girl over his knee and spank her bare bottom, if necessary, until she showed herself obedient to his will and ready to receive the cock wherever a natural man chose to impose it upon her in pursuit of his vigorous pleasure. It even appeared, upon this visit to the cavernous bathroom at Red Meadows, that when a girl like Miss Caroline Montgomery merited it, a natural man should bind her naked to a whipping block and thrash her like a midshipman.
And what had he just heard about her pee? And this Number One anal plug? The captain had enjoyed a trollop’s bottom upon occasion, when ashore, but the thought that a young lady worthy to be an officer’s wife might with all justice and reason be made to have the penis up her backside when her master decided he wished that dark pleasure, stole away some of the naval man’s wits even as it hardened his cock most extremely. As he returned her gaze with all the frankness he could muster, the captain could not help—and knew that according to Doctor Brown he need not help—making clear to Miss Montgomery with his eyes that he planned, when his turn should come, to enjoy her anus with rigor and at great length.
“Observe, gentlemen and lady,” the doctor said to the four men and one woman whom the Earl of Hobberly had gathered to master the lovely girl on the table, “how the bottom responds to my finger, after only such a brief session with the plug as Miss Erskine describes.”
The captain leaned forward—how could he help himself? The physician extended his forefinger, looking into Miss Montgomery’s eyes as he brought it nearer to the tiny, rosy aperture of the girl’s sweet bottom. Captain Rather found the cane marks there terribly distracting and arousing, but the adorable dimple at the center of her rear end’s valley, so beautifully exposed in the raising and separation of the knees enforced at either side by the maid Sarah and the libertine Miss Erskine, held an even greater attraction. Miss Montgomery tried to cringe away, her brow troubled and her eyes wide, but the women held her fast, so that the doctor’s finger could press gently at her most private place.
It seemed the girl had had something bigger there a few minutes before and, if the captain had anything to say about it, would have something larger and longer still before much time had passed. Just as Doctor Brown had predicted, the bottom moved in a remarkably lewd way when he touched the anus, the hips bucking a little and the whipped cheeks seeming to surge as if seeking to close against the invader—but then relaxing in a way that made the captain’s cock leap in his breeches, since it seemed to him, as it must seem to all of them, that the girl despite her proper breeding could not help showing her masters that she needed their pricks there, in that spot fashioned by nature for a different purpose.
As if to confirm the captain’s idea that the doctor had made Miss Montgomery display her need not only for one suitor’s penis but for all four, in addition to whatever marvelous engine Miss Erskine meant to use upon her. Among all the other lascivious things Captain Rather had imagined, rather feverishly, experiencing as they took Miss Montgomery in hand, he very much looked forward to witnessing Miss Erskine’s way with the girl.
“When I press the finger in, thus,” continued the doctor as the naked young lady shuddered and emitted a soft whimper, “see how easily it enters. She is definitely ready for anal coitus, though I would urge that you endeavor to be gentle when penetrating her there for the first week of her training at least.”
The earl chuckled at that. “As gentle as I can, Doctor.”
Captain Rather looked into Miss Montgomery’s face, and saw that she had fixed her wide eyes upon the earl’s handsome, raffish visage. The nobleman looked frankly back at her, and turning his gaze again to the girl’s blue eyes the captain could see that despite her anxiety Miss Montgomery had a fascination with the shameful training decreed for her by this debauched aristocrat.
He wondered again, as he had a great many times since Mr. Rackley’s letter had arrived at his club, inviting him to claim a fifth share in Miss Montgomery’s sexual training, whether the scheme would, truly, suit his needs and desires.
My dear Captain Rather,
You will perhaps think it surprising and even alarming to hear from me upon the subject of my ward Miss Caroline Montgomery without your having opened the correspondence yourself, especially in the present circumstances—that is, those created by Miss Montgomery’s conduct upon the fourteenth instant. I feel certain that you have learned of the disgrace into which she cast herself by her conduct, in your presence I am given to understand, to one Mr. Wendell, and I imagine that upon glancing at the subscription of this letter you must suppose the girl’s guardian to be writing to you either to beg you to, as it were, save her sinking vessel with a proposal of marriage or perhaps even to attempt to cajole such a saving proposal by threatening your own reputation in some outlandish way. I assure you I mean no such thing by this epistle.
The captain had indeed breathed a sigh of relief at this point of the letter. He had found Miss Montgomery’s high spirits upon the fatal occasion diverting and even charming, but he had also heard only the next morning at his club that the lovely debutante had become infra dig even for a naval officer overnight, because of the Duke of Essing’s decision to make an example of her over the affair. With a sigh of sympathy for the girl he had turned back to his Gazette, philosophical upon the occasion of his probably remaining single through another voyage out and back to the Orient. Perhaps he could find a bride in India, he reflected, where the memsahibs in their desperation tended to be less censorious even than the noblemen of London, let alone the draconian matrons who had carried the news of Miss Montgomery’s social death to the farthest corner of the town’s every drawing room.
Though I am happy thus to dispel your alarm that this letter is blackmail, I hope to surprise you nonetheless by the true reason for my opening a correspondence. My friend the Earl of Hobberly, to whom I should be most glad to introduce you, has hit upon a scheme for the recovery of Miss Montgomery’s reputation that I venture to say, from your reputation as a man who enjoys a pleasant ride in a young cunt upon terms of your own choosing, you may find interesting, and in which I should like to invite you to participate.
‘Surprise’ proved a mild word for the captain’s reaction, as he read on. The girl to be brought to the country for defloration and sexual training according to the precepts of one Doctor Brown. Her mouth, cunt, and arse to be shared among three gentlemen, one serving man, and a woman of a curious but highly arousing sort. Himself, Captain James Rather of the Royal Navy, to have a full share and to fuck the girl third, after the earl and Mr. Rackley himself. The fullest range of disciplinary and sexual enjoyments to be available to him as he trained Miss Montgomery for his pleasure.
His cock had stood high and hard in his breeches as he sat in his club’s reading room perusing the letter. When he had thought of taking a wife the captain had always supposed—for as an Englishman how could he not, the number of strange domestic arrangements he had witnessed upon savage foreign shores notwithstanding—that he would have sole title to her bodily charms as to her affections. Restless, pondering, he had paced the paths of St. James’ Park, conscious that anyone espying him there would suppose he must be brooding upon the prospects of getting a ship to replace his beloved Oread—a frigate to rule as his own private kingdom, where his word made the law for officers, sailors, and marines alike. When he had felt his mouth quirk upward into a smile at the recollection that instead he must decide whether to accept a fifth share of the fucking and discipline of a chit of a wayward young lady, he had known he must accept Mr. Rackley’s offer. He had only his heart to risk after all—the captain felt certain his cock would receive all the satisfaction he could possibly wish for the demanding, if quite upstanding, fellow.
