TALES FROM A COUNTRY ESTATE Part 2, Cruel Games By Dickins A dark and sadistic tale set in England. "Gentlemen! Follow me please," Lady Marlborough said, as she led her quests down several corridors towards the playroom. Situated over in the west wing, the playroom was a favourite retreat of the late Lord Marlborough who had it converted from the old games room. Like most of the rooms at Marlborough Hall; it has secret doors built into its walls providing her guests with a method of discrete entry and exit and due to its location, sunlight illuminates the room late into the evening. Since her husbands death, Lady Marlborough has continued to use this room and often requires Nurse Jenkins and her daughter Jane to bring vulnerable children there so that her quests can watch and under the pretext of playing games with them, sexually abuse and torture them. As they approached they could hear the children playing but every so often they could also hear one of them being reprimanded which only severed to heighten their excitement. Lady Marlborough led her guests in through one of the secret doors at the far end of the room to be seated behind a wooden screen that had spy holes built into it. Nurse Jenkins and her daughter were aware of their entrance, but the children were far too busy to notice. This not only gave her guests the opportunity to look around, but also to familiarise themselves with their prey from only feet away. Even though it was late evening the sun streamed through the windows illuminating the room. All the toys and equipment had been placed in the centre of the room leaving space around the walls and especially in front of the screen for the children to play. There was a table and chairs situated at the other end of the room, which was laid out with refreshments, just as if there was to be a children's party. There was cake, freshly made biscuits and fruit. Three glasses stood next to a large empty jug of lemonade, evidence that the children had been made to drink its contents before being allowed to play. As her guests looked around, the scene that greeted them was exciting and reassuring. All thoughts of hunger or their broken down carriage were soon replaced by excitement and the anticipation of all the pleasures to come. Scattered around were toys and various odd pieces of equipment. There was a large dolls house and a marvellous looking rocking horse fitted with a leather saddle and stirrups. On the floor lay skittles, dolls, and balls, skipping ropes, boats, wooden soldiers and ornately carved farm animals. A young boy was being drilled in the finer arts of marching by Nurse Jenkins and two little girls, who were without doubt identical twins, played under Jane's watchful eye, one with the contents of the dolls house and the other riding on the rocking horse. They were all wearing white Sailor Suits with a hat that had ribbons down the back. The boy was wearing a pair of tight shorts whilst the girls wore kilts. To complete the outfits they wore white knee length white stockings and black shoes. The very nature of the entertainment meant that they were not wearing undergarments; evidence of this was apparent as the girl's kilts fell open as they skipped around the room and played with the toys on the floor. Lady Marlborough was pleased with her choice of children. Her guests looked on with delight at their fresh faces and inhaled the aroma of carbolic soap, a sign of the hygiene preparations that Nurse Jenkins had carried out before bringing them up to the playroom. "Well! Do you like your treat?" Lady Marlborough whispered to John. "Oh yes! My lady," John replied, trying to remember another time that he had seen such a handsome boy. He was fascinated with his attempt at marching, which often prompted Nurse Jenkins to smack the backs of his thighs with a cane, in order to encourage him to lift his knees higher. "How old is he?" John whispered. "Albert is thirteen!" Lady Marlborough replied. "He is very handsome!" John remarked. "Yes! Being a stable boy, the heavy work has developed those muscles and the outdoor air his tan," Lady Marlborough explained, delighted with her quests response. Aware of what was required of her by Lady Marlborough, Nurse Jenkins marched Albert up and down the room, making sure that when he passed the screen he slowed down. This did nothing to improve his marching, but gave his admirers the opportunity to see and to hear his thighs being caned as he was marched passed. "The twins are adorable," Philip remarked. His partners nodded their agreement. "How old are they?" Jeremy asked. "Ten!" Lady Marlborough replied. "How can you tell them apart?" Philip enquired, fascinated by their similarity. "That has always been a problem, so I insist that they wear coloured ribbons in their hair, so that when their hats are removed they can still be identified. Sophie, who is playing with the dolls house is wearing red and Hazel, who is riding the rocking horse is wearing yellow," Lady Marlborough replied. "What would happen if they were to exchange ribbons?" Philip asked. "Believe me that has happened. However, in this household children's bottoms always pay the price for their naughtiness. In the case of the twins, I would insist that they were both soundly spanked just to be quite sure that the culprit has been punished," Lady Marlborough, explained with a smile. A clap of hands cut short their conversation and the children stopped playing and stood to attention. "Now children! Come and have some more lemonade," Nurse Jenkins said. There wasn't a drop left when they had finished. "Children! Lady Marlborough will be bringing three gentlemen to play games with you later, so I expect you to be on your best behaviour, do you understand? Jane asked. "Yes Miss," they chorused. "They seem to be very co-operative," John remarked. "That is because the lemonade they have drunk is drugged just like the lozenges that Philip gave Hannah, only it doesn't render them semi-conscious, but just ensures that they are willing to please," Lady Marlborough explained. "Does it have any other effects?" Philip asked, a curious tone in his whisper. "Yes! The lemonade has the affect of sexually arousing them and soon even Albert will have difficulty hiding his bulge," Lady Marlborough replied. It wasn't long before the twins were playing again under the watchful eye of Jane and Albert was marching up and down the room desperately trying to avoid the nurse's cane. Aware of what was to happen next, Nurse Jenkins brought Albert to a halt in front of the screen. John's cock soon hardened as he stared at the boy, the bulge in his tight shorts evidence of the power of the lemonade, eclipsed only by his muscular thighs and pert bottom. A clap of hands soon brought the twins attention away from Albert's growing bulge. "What do you want to play with next?" Jane asked. Looking around, there little faces glowed with excitement. Hazel went over to the dolls house and Sophie sat down on the floor and grabbed one of the larger dolls. Sophie soon forgot her manners as she played with the doll, sitting on the floor with her thighs widely parted, her cunt and bottom on perfect view. Jeremy smiled. He always loved watching his daughter play with her dolls on the floor, especially in the summer when she was excused from wearing her undergarments. Hazel was on her knees in front of the doll's house, leaning over to pick something up, unaware of how her kilt had flared up and exposed the underside of her lovely bottom. Jeremy was thrilled to see just how similar their bottoms were and tried to imagine just how tight there rectums would be when it was his turn to ravish them. "Sophie, what are you doing?" Jane shouted, distracting Jeremy from enjoying Hazel's charms as she leant into the dolls house. He looked across and saw Sophie with most of the doll in one hand, and a limb of the doll in the other. "It just came off Miss," she mumbled nervously, looking beseechingly at the young woman in the hope that she would understand and forgive her. Jane took the doll and flicked its skirts up to see if it was easily repairable. Her glance showed it wasn't and she sighed theatrically. "Oh dear! Broken," Jane proclaimed. "I didn't mean too," Sophie mumbled. She began to cry as her sister looked on, chewing her lip nervously. There was an air of impending tension in the room that communicated directly with Jeremy's cock and made it immediately swell. "Well! You have a choice. A spanking or to do a penance," Jane said, a twinkle in her eye. Sophie stopped her crying as she sensed a way out of being spanked and looked up eagerly. "What's a penance?" she asked. "It is a task that you have to do to show that you are sorry," Jane replied. As much as he would have liked to have seen Sophie's lovely little bottom glowing red from a spanking, the very idea of making her do something to herself was much more exciting. He wondered what Jane had in mind, certain that she would be just as sadistic as she was inventive. The child hesitated. "Well! Do you want a spanking or to do a penance?" Jane prompted her. "To do a penance Miss," Sophie replied. "Come here!" Jane ordered. Jane grinned as she picked up a stool and placed it in front of the screen. It looked like any other stool but made of beech so the seat would be more comfortable than oak. Reaching under the seat she spun a handle, raising from the centre of the seat a column of wood that was carved to resemble a man's cock; the shaft heavily veined and its head domed. Jeremy watched as Sophie stared at it and knew he wanted to see her sit on it up her cunt or anus, he didn't really care which, just as long as she impaled herself fully on the unforgiving wooden cock. "Undress!" Jane ordered, reaching for the wooden cock to coat it with oil and to fondle it as if it were real. Jeremy was erect and aching, his breath short and hot as he watched the softly crying girl slip out of her sailor suit. Beneath, she was as pretty as he had hoped with a slightly rounded belly and a puffy little pink cunt. There was nothing to her breasts, just tiny nipples no bigger that a farthing and the colour of burnished copper. Well trained, she stood crying with her hands trembling by her sides and her thighs widely parted. "Remember! You would not have had to do this, if you had not been so clumsy and broken that doll," she told her, drawing her towards the stool. "Please Miss," Sophie whimpered. Jeremy felt his cock throb with a new longing. "It will soon be over!" Jane said, concentrating on positioning the reluctant child, forcing her to open her thighs and lower herself onto the wooden cock. "You will look so lovely, sitting on this," Jane said, her own face flushed with excitement as she used her fingers to part the folds of Sophie's cunt and probe her clitoris. "Here we go!" Jane said, rising herself up to push the child down by her shoulders onto the unforgiving wooden cock. Sophie screamed as she was impaled. Her vulva was being forced wide by the domed head. Tears ran down her face as she sobbed, and every sob moved her further down forcing the wooden cock deeper into her vagina. "It can go much deeper than that child!" Jane claimed. Striding across the room to where two leather straps lay she returned to put them over the child's knees so that they pulled her lower legs up against the underside of her thighs, forcing her heels up against her bottom. This made it impossible for her to support herself fully and as result, her bottom slid down the oiled cock, its head pushing her little belly out. "Good girl! I think you deserve a treat," Jane announced, helping the sobbing child to get off the wooden cock. Jeremy thought that what he had seen was exciting but was unprepared for what happened next. Picking Sophie up, Jane spun her squealing around before sitting her astride the rocking horse. With her bottom firmly in the saddle she set the horse in motion forcing Sophie to hug its neck tightly for fear of falling off. "I want to play too!" Hazel cried, jumping up and down excitedly. "Undress" Jane ordered. It didn't take long for Hazel to undress. As a result, the partners were soon whispering their approval and nodding their agreement that the girl's were indeed identical in every way. There was a large furry dog that stood on four wheels to one side of the playroom that had a handle at the back so it could be pushed and controlled by an adult. Jane lifted Hazel up in the way she had lifted Sophie, twirling her through the air so she screamed with excitement, and then placed her astride the dogs back. In moments Hazel was being roughly pushed around the room, stopping occasionally, so that Jane could give the horse another push to keep it rocking. Both girls grinned and squealed, their faces soon flushed by all the feelings caused by the cleverly moulded ridges in both the saddles. "Is that nice?" Jane asked. The girls grinned and nodded, their faces looking particularly pretty as they swivelled themselves back and forth, Sophie in time to the motion of the rocking horse and Hazel to the motion of being roughly pushed around the room by Jane. "Well, I think its time to play another game," Jane, announced. "Who wants to be first?" she asked. "Me, me!" they cried together. Jane drew Hazel from astride the dog, choosing her purely because she was the nearest, and already perfectly positioned for the next game. "I have a toy here, that you should learn how to use," she explained her eyes twinkling. "What are we going to play?" Hazel asked, her excitement making her rub her tingling cunt, then blush because her mistress was watching her sternly. "It is a game that uses toy soldiers!" Jane explained, stooping down to line up the little wooden figures in a row on the floor. "You have to stand together," she explained, ensuring they were both facing the screen. "Not like that! Stand with your thighs apart," Jane shouted, nodding when Sophie did it correctly. "How do we play, Miss?" Sophie asked. "Well! You need to use one of these," Jane explained, picking up one of the wooden soldiers. Were it not for the figure painted on it, it would have just looked like a four-inch long cylinder of smooth maple that was just over an inch in diameter, rounded and then tapered at one end. "Then what Miss?" Sophie asked, choosing one of her own. "Well! You have to hide it in your bottom," Jane explained. Sophie looked at the wooden soldier and compared its size with that of the one sticking up from the stool. She was sure that it would fit in her bottom without a problem. She remembered the enema nozzles in the bathroom, the ones that were used by Nurse Jenkins to ensure they were clean before being brought to the playroom. The soldier might be slightly larger, but it wasn't quite so long, and perhaps that would make a difference? "You first Sophie," Jane ordered. "You will stop if it hurts, won't you?" Sophie asked, timidly giving up the little soldier she held. "Of course," Jane grinned. "Want to help her?" Jane asked Hazel. Hazel grinned, the flush in her face giving an added beauty, whilst the quick darts her fingers made to her cunt only served to heighten her excitement. Sophie reluctantly bent over, twisting her head round to watch, pale faced, as Hazel and her mistress stood behind. There was hardly any need to pull the cheeks apart, her bottom having already parted. Yet there was an added level of excitement in doing so, in pulling until the little pink star was drawn apart and the smooth inner flange of her sphincter was exposed, quivering with nervousness. "Push!" Jane urged Hazel. Hazel grinned as she put the base of her palm to it, and then pushed. Sophie gasped, staring back wide eyed and tense. "Perfect," Jane announced, as she watched the child's anus close around the soldier's feet, and then pressed it home until it was fully hidden. "Hazel! It is your turn now," Jane said, reaching over to draw the child closer. "Please! Can I help Miss? " Sophie asked. "Yes!" Jane replied. Sophie giggled with the excitement of being able to do to her sister what she had done to her. Bright eyed, she placed the head of the toy soldier up against her anus, then pushed hard, forcing it to stretch. Hazel whimpered, then struggled to escape as her rectum refused to stretch. Sophie gripped more tightly and Hazel began to squeal and struggle, her expression begging them to let her go. Still Sophie pushed, a sadistic gleam in her eye as she revelled in forcing the wooden toy deep into her sister's bottom. Finally, the child's anus closed around the soldier and it was hidden. "It's competition time!" Jane announced. "There seems to be no love lost between the twins," Philip said. "There has always been a rivalry between Sophie and Hazel, so I have ordered Jane to exploit this trait to provide us with some exciting entertainment," Lady Marlborough explained. "Nurse Jenkins, will you please watch these tarts and judge which of them is the best at marching. You have seen Albert being taught to march and I want you to do the same. You will need to try very hard, because the loser is going to be punished, do you understand?" Jane explained. "Yes Miss," they chorused. Jane ordered them to march up and down in front of the screen, naked and with the toy soldiers still in their bottoms. Their attempts at marching were commendable, but seriously hampered by the wooden toys, but neither wanted to lose and have to do a penance. It was such a comical scene to watch, that it took several smacks of Nurse Jenkins's cane across Albert's already sore thighs to control his outbursts of laughter. "Stop!" Jane announced. "Who is the winner, Nurse Jenkins? Jane asked. "You both did well, but the clear winner was Sophie," she replied. On hearing that she had lost, Hazel cried. The pain in her bottom was escalating and she now had to do a penance, all because Sophie showed that she was better than her yet again. "Right! Expel the soldiers," Jane ordered. It only took a few moments for them to expel the soldiers; but the image would last much longer in the minds of their audience. "Hazel! Come and stand here," Jane ordered. "Do you want a spanking or to do a penance?" Jane asked. "To do a penance Miss," Hazel replied. Leaving the crying child she went to retrieve an intriguing piece of equipment that until now had been covered up and placed it facing the screen. It was a rocking chair that had clearly been made to order, as it had many unusual features. The frame was made of wood and the back and seat covered in upholstery. The seat was curved and been designed to support the thighs only, leaving the bottom and genitals unsupported, in much the same way as a gynaecologist's chair. Hazel whimpered and shook, as she watched her mistress opening the iron bracelets that were attached to the chair. "Sit!" Jane ordered. Hazel hesitated, but Jane forced her to obey. Once in the chair, she locked iron bracelets around the child's arms to secure them. Then, whilst Hazel stared in horror, Jane knelt down in front of her and pulled her thighs apart lifting her knees over her wrists and securing her ankles to iron bracelets attached to the chair's legs. To complete the equipment needed for the penance, Jane sought out a stand that had been used with one of the toys. Unscrewing the wooden ball at the top of the stand, she replaced it with a wooden soldier, fitting it into a grove so that it wouldn't move then angling it so it would have the desired effect. Setting the chair rocking, Jane gauged where best to place the stand in order to have the best effect. Every forward motion would force the child directly into the path of the wooden toy and if she held herself correctly, it would enter her cunt. If however, it missed because she moved, it would hit her anus, already painful from the expelled wooden soldier. Jane hadn't finished. A leather strap appeared from over the back of the rocking chair and she fastened it to Hazel's neck, pulling the girl's face and upper body back. "Please! Miss," Hazel screamed, as she began to realise that, with her head held back, she wouldn't be able to see the toy on the stand, nor be able to judge whether she needed to move or not, to evade the pain of it hitting her anus. Sophie looked on glad that it wasn't her. Jane smiled at the pleading, begging child and began pushing on the chair to rock it back and forth. She watched as she swung forward, hover above the wooden toy, and then slide away again. The backward rock lowered Hazel's head and lifted her cunt, then she swung forward again, pushed by her mistress and squealing in terror, as she expected it to strike her anus. It didn't, it just stopped short. Leaving Hazel in a state of anguish, Jane walked over to a cupboard and selected a strap. It had a long handle made of wood into which a flat piece of soft leather had been attached measuring three inches wide and six inches long. Standing behind the chair, Hazel could see her mistress as it rocked backwards, but then without warning, she would feel the pain of the strap as it was whipped directly onto her cunt and anus. Hazel looked a picture with her thighs wide apart, her little cunt agape, her whole young body held expectant while her face mirrored her terror, gleaming with her tears. As she was rocked forward the upstanding toy just missing her cunt, sliding along her vagina to thrust into her clitoris pushing it upwards. She screamed as her mistress rocked her backwards, aiming the strap for the curved apex of her vulva to where the dark pink hood of her clitoris peeped out. Hardly recovering her breath, Hazel screamed. The chair rocked forward again, bringing her cunt into contact with the toy and taking her breath away. The strap was brought down again this time catching both her cunt and anus. She was in agony, but the lemonade was starting to work its magic, causing her tender clitoris to swell and stand out like a bright pink beacon. She thought it was over, but the chair gained momentum, rocking back and forth with ever-greater arcs, bringing her closer and closer to impalement. But before it did, it rocked back again enough for Jane to whip her with the strap, the sharp pain bringing a new scream from the child and a new wave of tears pouring from her eyes as she realised what was going to happen. Hazel looked a picture, wide eyed and crying, the knowledge of what was about to happen written in her expression. With the next forward swing of the cruel chair her defenceless cunt impaled itself on the toy soldier. Once again her screams rent the air, shrill and short to be followed by her desperate attempts to suck much needed air into her lungs for further screaming. "Good girl!" Jane said, helping the weeping child up from the chair and giving her a hug. "Sophie! Bring your clothes and come with us," Nurse Jenkins ordered, as she led Hazel by the hand out of the room, leaving Albert and her daughter to entertain the audience. "Now Albert! We are now going to continue with your marching lessons, only this time, I don't want to hear any excuses about you not being able to lift your knees because your shorts are too tight, so I am going to take them off, do you understand?" Jane asked. "Yes Miss," Albert replied. "About turn!" Jane told him. "Good Boy! Now stand to attention," Jane ordered. With Albert facing the screen, Jane knelt down behind him and placed her hands on his waist, waiting for the tension to build in both the boy and his audience before undoing his shorts. "I was watching you earlier when the twins were doing their penances and if I am not mistaken you enjoyed seeing them naked, didn't you?" Jane asked, slipping a hand up the front of his shorts and fondling his cock and balls. "Yes Miss," Albert, replied. "I thought so, you disgusting boy," she replied, removing her hand to quickly pull his shorts down, causing his now rampant cock to spring free. Grinning, she made him step out of them; and then squeezing his balls she pushed a finger deep into his anus, which brought his cock to attention. After giving his audience enough time to get an uninterrupted view of his handsome young body, it was time for him to continue his lessons. "March!" Jane ordered. There was no doubt that by removing his shorts, it made it easier for Albert to lift his knees, but that didn't stop Jane from marching the boy around the playroom several times, timing her encouragement with her cane across his bottom to coincide with him passing the screen. After teaching him some of the finer points of marching, which showed off his handsome young muscular body to its fullest extent, she made him march out of the room to join the twins, who were being prepared for the forthcoming entertainments. *** It wasn't long before the children were brought back into the room, which meant it was time for Lady Marlborough and her guests to join in the games. "Gentlemen! Follow me please," Lady Marlborough whispered, escorting them out through the secret door and then around the corner to enter the playroom through the main door. "Good evening, my lady" Nurse Jenkins said, with a smile. "Good evening! Let me introduce my guests, Philip, Jeremy and John, who are really excited about playing games with these little tarts," Lady Marlborough explained. "Children! These are the three gentlemen that I told you would be coming to play games with you, so what do you say? Jane prompted. "Thank you," they chorused. "Perhaps, we should have some refreshment before the games begin," Lady Marlborough suggested. "What a splendid idea," Nurse Jenkins replied, ushering the excited children to the table and making sure that Lady Marlborough's guests sat next to the child of their choice. It was to no one's surprise, that John elected to sit next to Albert, Philip next to Sophie and Jeremy next to Hazel. Lady Marlborough had however, the best seat, because as she sat at the head of the table and was able to observe everything. The children looked splendid in their sailor suits and didn't seem to notice as the partners took every opportunity to fondle them as they passed them food or poured them more of the special lemonade. Satisfied that everyone had finished their refreshments and with a signal from Lady Marlborough, Jane clapped her hands. "Game time!" she announced. The excited children, eager to be chosen, looked at their mistress with eyes wide and smiles on their faces. The table was cleared and then moved along with the chairs to make room for the games to begin and Lady Marlborough and Nurse Jenkins settled themselves into comfortable chairs, happy to watch as Jane presided over what were becoming deliciously cruel entertainments. "Albert! You will be first to play the game called 'Touch'" Jane announced. Attaching a blindfold over his eyes she then turned him around twice before releasing him. The twins squealed as they ran out of the way of his flaying arms, and then watched with relief as he caught hold of one of the gentlemen. It wasn't to anyone's surprise that Albert had caught the hand of John, as he had done the most to get in the boy's way. "John! Your forfeit is to be masturbated by Albert until you spurt," Jane announced. On hearing this, John quickly let down the flap of his breeches and pulled the boy towards him, guiding his hands to his aching cock. "That's good, nice and gently now," he breathed, oblivious to those who were watching as he pulled the blindfold off so he could look directly into Albert's eyes. The twins looked on, confused and uncertain, and wondering why Albert hadn't been punished for being so rude. "Go on, have a good feel," John grinned, taking him to one side so that the games could continue. "Sophie! You are next," Jane announced, attaching the blindfold and then turning her around and around to make quite sure she had lost all sense of direction before releasing her. More squeals and giggles, more evading of outstretched hands perused until she caught the hand of Philip. He grinned, as he looked at Jane anxious to find out what his forfeit was going to be. "Philip! Your forfeit is," Jane said, hesitating just long enough for everyone to glance at Albert as he continued to masturbate John's handsome cock. "Philip! Your forfeit is to lick Sophie's bottom for five minutes!" Jane announced. Squeals and screeches accompanied the child as she was swept off her feet and carried to an armchair. Pushed over it's back; her head was pushed down into the seat, her little bottom high in the air. "No, no!" Sophie cried, excitement soaring through him as he lifted her kilt clear of her already bared bottom. Hardly able to breathe, her thighs were quickly parted to expose her cute little anus and cunt to everyone's view, as she felt the man's tongue start to lick her bottom and invade her most intimate parts. The partners encourage him on, a sea of grinning faces staring at the child's cute alabaster bottom, the rounded curves of her little slit opening and closing and smelling of carbolic soap as he licked. As he tongued her, she continued to struggle and wriggle her little bottom erotically, which only served to inflame his passions all the more. "Hazel! You are next," Jane announced. The child squealed and panted, flushing with colour and excitement as the blindfold was put on and she was spun around twice before being released. A cry went up, the child had caught her prey. It was Jeremy, who had real passion for little girls. Jane sensed the gentleman's excitement as she stroked Hazel's hair and removed her blindfold. Philip continued to lick Sophie's upturned bottom and John panted as Albert made his cock spurt. "Jeremy! Your forfeit is to suffer Hazel sitting astride your face for a full five minutes!" Jane announced with a smile. The child's face was a picture of confusion as her eyes and mouth widened in amazement and total disbelief, whilst Jeremy gleamed with pleasure. "Here! Use this," Jane said, drawing the child over to stand next to a special chair, its padded seat at a suitable height for Jeremy to rest his head. Nurse Jenkins stood and helped her daughter to lift the child to sit her astride the chair forcing her thighs wide apart and her bottom open, fully exposing her anus and hairless cunt to Philip's view. "Now! Don't be frightened, don't be nervous," they urged her as they lowered her down. "Squash his face," they said, parting her thighs with their eager hands until the child was sitting with her thighs held off the ground and her full weight on the gentleman's face. Hazel panted and squirmed as the others encouraged her, no one trying to stop her, no one telling her this was dirty or even threatening to punish her for being so rude. "Remember! A full five minutes!" Jane said. Philip smiled, breathless, as the little girl was brought down firmly onto his face, gasping as he slipped his tongue into the little slit. Chewing softly on her the cunt, sometimes sucking, sometimes licking and then sometimes biting he made the child scream and writhe, which only served to force her more firmly down onto his face. Her squirming sent her clitoris bumping over Philip's nose, back and forth in succession as his hands mauled her, parting her thighs even further so that he could lick her cunt and anus and bite her bottom. "Time!" Jane called. As the children were recovering, Jane walked over to the corner of the room and located what proved to be, a much larger and sturdier rocking horse than the one that Hazel had ridden earlier. Wheeling the rocking horse into the centre of the room, she made sure that the wheels were locked, and then removed the cover to reveal a most unusual feature. It had what looked like a medieval saddle like the ones the knights of old used with a high front and back plate and was made of leather, but its seat was far from smooth and appeared to be ridged. The front plate had a hole drilled through it, and it had a pair of stirrups to help its rider keep momentum and position. "What an unusual piece of equipment," Philip said. "It's a masturbation saddle," she whispered. "Most intriguing," Jeremy said. "Gentlemen! This game will require Albert to sit astride the saddle, with his cock fully through the hole. He will then have to masturbate without slowing, stopping or ejaculating, for a period of two minutes or he will be punished," she explained. "What about the twins?" Philip asked. "Feel," Jane offered, sliding her fingers over the saddle. Philip's eyes widened as he felt the ridge under the surface of the smooth leather, hidden from casual eyes but would definitely be felt by anyone riding it. "The twins will also have to sit astride the saddle and masturbate, but they will have to orgasm at least twice, during a period of five minutes, or they will be punished," Jane whispered. Satisfied that the rocking horse was ready, and that the guests were sufficiently excited, Jane informed the children about the next game. "Now children! The next game is all about skill and you will need to show endurance rather than speed as you play it, do you understand," Jane explained. "Yes Miss," they chorused, a little unsure of what was expected of them, but not wanting to give the impression that they didn't. "Undress!" Jane told them. It didn't take long for the twins to undress, but rather longer for Albert, as he found undressing in front of strangers embarrassing, that is until Nurse Jenkins prompted him with her cane across his thighs. "Sophie! You will be first. You have to sit astride the saddle with your feet in these stirrups and masturbate for a full five minutes," Jane explained. Jane helped Sophie mount and place her feet in the stirrups, but to get her to settle her delicate little bottom onto the rough saddle, proved to much more difficult. "Now! You have to orgasm at least twice or you will be punished, do you understand?" Jane asked. "Yes Miss," Sophie murmured. "Start!" Nurse Jenkins called. "Like this Miss?" Sophie asked. "That's it! But faster," Jane ordered. Sophie frantically rubbed her cunt and anus back and forth along the ridged saddle, her growing excitement communicating to them, as they watched with quickly beating hearts as she stopped riding to sit and shake, having experiencing her first orgasm. Jane gave her a few moments to gain her breath, and then urged her to continue with a few hard smacks across her bottom. The second orgasm brought a squeal from the child, her body arched to press the front of her cunt deep into the saddle where she shook with bliss, a look of surprised delight on her face. Jane let her shake, loving the view she had of the tart pleasuring herself, then goaded her to ride once more back and forth, now that the saddle had been made slippery with her juices. "Finish!" Nurse Jenkins called. "Good girl!" Jane said, lifting the child off the horse and sending her over to Nurse Jenkins so that she could have a soothing lotion rubbed into her sore bottom and genitals. "Hazel! Now it is your turn," Jane announced. Not wanting to be outdone by her sister again, the child skipped excitingly over to the rocking horse. "Now Hazel! Just like your sister, you have to masturbate for a full five minutes and orgasm at least twice or you will be punished. Can you do that," Jane asked. "I'll try Miss," Hazel said, as she looked nervously at the strange device, wondering how unearth she was going to stay on it. "Mount!" Jane ordered. Jane helped an excited Hazel into the saddle and placed her feet in the stirrups, and settling her bottom onto the rough saddle proved much easier this time, due to her determination to beat her sister. "Start!" Nurse Jenkins called. "What's the matter?" Jane asked, as Hazel began to squirm. "It's making me feel funny, Miss," Hazel said innocently. Her unintentional squirming had altered slightly and her motion was already more front to back and forward again, rather than from side to side as she slid on the slippery saddle. Looking closely, her audience could see that her labia had been drawn apart and the ridges under the leather were now pressing directly on the tender flesh within her cunt, including the fleshy hood of her clitoris. Hazel frantically rubbed her cunt and anus back and forth along the ridged saddle, her excitement escalating as she experienced her first orgasm. Giving her just a few moments to gain her breath, Jane urged the child to ride faster by smacking her bottom hard every time she stood up in the stirrups. The second orgasm brought a squeal from the child, her body arched to press the front of her cunt deep into the saddle where she shook with bliss. Jane let Hazel shake, then goaded her into riding faster until she neared her third orgasm, fighting against the growing pain in her cunt and anus and determined to do better than Sophie but not quite achieving it. "Finish!" Nurse Jenkins called. "Good Girl!" Jane said, lifting the weary child off the rocking horse and sending her over to Nurse Jenkins. "Albert! Now it is your turn," Jane announced, turning towards John and giving him a wink. Jane helped Albert to mount the horse. Once he had placed his feet into the stirrups he started to squirm in an effort to find a more comfortable position. "Stop that!" Jane shouted; reaching down to take a firm hold of his cock. "You need to be hard," she said, smiling into his bright face as she roughly pulled his foreskin back. Three pulls and his cock was fully erect, the young boy licking his lips and burning brightly. The flesh stretched over the core of his cock, dragging the foreskin from the tender tip and exposing the little eye for all to see. "You have a very handsome cock, Albert," Jane whispered in his ear. He gazed at her adoringly and leant back, letting her masturbate him to complete stiffness. She stroked it one last time to ensure that he was fully erect and then squeezed his balls to get his attention. "Now remember! You must place your cock through the hole and when the signal is given, slide it back and forth without stopping for a whole minute without spurting," Jane explained. "Remember! If you spend you will be punished," she announced. Albert's face was a picture of youthful excitement. Jane threaded his now rampant cock through the hole, and then licking his lips, he began to ride, doing his best to ignore the ridge in the saddle that rubbed painfully against his anus, distracting him from the task in hand. Those watching licked their lips and masked their rising pleasure as Albert's cock was drawn back and forth through the hole at a steady pace that was obviously pleasurable to the young boy. Now and then his cock would jerk upwards and swell threateningly, but he didn't spurt. Jane counted the seconds. Thirty seconds went by and Albert had begun to pant, his eyes glazed as he thrust his aching cock back and forth. Forty, and the boy had taken a double grip of the front plate to help him jerk his cock in and out of the hole. Fifty seconds and they could sense his nearness. "Don't slow down Albert!" Jane warned. Albert groaned but kept up the pace, fighting against the constant urge to spurt. Nurse Jenkins stared at Albert's handsome cock and imagined it being even more harshly abused. She enjoyed using stiff scrubbing brushes on the children's genitals during their morning ablutions, and also rubbing burning salves into their bottoms, thighs and genitals after they had been punished, under the pretext of trying to soothe and comfort them. "Sixty!" Jane announced. "Good Boy!" Jane said, helping him off the horse and sending him to Nurse Jenkins. "Can I suggested that we take another break for refreshments before continuing with the games," Lady Marlborough suggested. "A splendid idea," Philip replied, his partners all nodding their approval. When the children had dressed, Nurse Jenkins took them to the table, only this time their genitals were sore and they winced as they were being fondled. However, after they had been made to drink more of the special lemonade, their aches and pains were all but forgotten. *** Satisfied that everyone had been refreshed and the children suitably prepared, Jane set out the room for the next game. Clearing the toys and equipment out of the way, she arranged seven chairs in a circle facing inwards and placed a concert grand console musical box on a nearby table. "Gentlemen! It is getting late now and your carriage will be arriving soon, so for our last game we are going to play my version of 'Pass the parcel'," Jane announced. "Most interesting! How does your version differ from the normal way of playing the game? Philip asked, with a smile. "Well! My version has forfeits. When the music stops the person with the parcel has to remove one layer of wrapping under which there will be a sealed envelope containing a forfeit. The parcel then continues to be passed around and further forfeits awarded, until finally the object inside the parcel is revealed and that person has to nominate someone to put it to good use," Jane explained. "Thank you! That was a most helpful explanation," Philip replied, his partners nodding their agreement. "Now children! Lady Marlborough and these gentlemen will be playing this game with you and Nurse Jenkins will be operating the musical box, so I expect you to do any forfeits you might receive without fuss or argument, do you understand?" Jane asked. "Yes Miss," they chorused. "Good! Now take your seats and we will begin," Jane ordered. With the players seated, Jane handed the parcel to Lady Marlborough, who proceeded to pass it on in accordance with the rules. The game was played to the accompaniment of 'The Luna Waltz' and it was left to Nurse Jenkins's discretion as to when to stop the music. However, due to the very nature of the entertainment, it was agreed before the game began, that Nurse Jenkins would stop the music when a child was holding the parcel. By the end of the game all three little tarts had received an envelope and an adult ended up with the object. "Forfeit time!" Nurse Jenkins announced. "Now! I intend to deal with the forfeits in the order that they were received," Jane announced. "Hazel! You were the first. Your forfeit is to pleasure Mr Manvers," Jane announced. On hearing this, Philip sat in a chair and quickly let down the flap of his breeches to release his aching cock. "Undress!" Jane ordered, grinning as she watched the little tart obey and then kneel down in front of the gentleman. "Now! Give this gentleman his first spurt in your mouth," she ordered retrieving a leather strap from under the chair. "Oh my God!" Philip gasped. "That's it! Now lift your bottom up," Jane told the kneeling child. Her breath shortening with a delicious mix of excitement and fright, Hazel placed the cock in her mouth, straightening and offering her bottom to be strapped. His face a mask of surprised pleasure, Philip felt the child fill her tiny mouth with his cock and begin licking, whilst pushing her bottom upwards and holding it poised for her mistress to strap. His eyes couldn't have grown any wider, as he watched Jane stand over them both, the strap drawn back, and the look of concentration on her face. The strap descended and smacked sharply into the child's bottom bringing a squeal and a jerk from the little tart that communicated directly with his cock. "Yes, yes!" he gasped. The strap swept down again; hard enough to make Hazel dance with pain whilst his large manly hands gripped her behind the head and held her mouth firmly over his erupting cock. Swallowing around the pulsing cock and still dancing to the swift hot sensations pouring into her bottom, Hazel reached between her thighs and masturbated her own pulsing flesh, closing on her fingers as her own blessed eruption soared through her. "Oh dear! It's not often I come so quickly," philip apologised. Truth was, it wasn't often he grew erect so quickly either. The young girl finished licking and swallowing the last of his seed and stood, her face brightly flushed as she licked her lips and looked timidly at the gentleman. "That's why I had her suck you first," Jane, told him, smiling her understanding. "Come!" Bend over the arm of my chair," she told Hazel curtly, well aware of how excited she had become. Hazel pouted, as if unwilling to have her bottom strapped again. At the chair she hesitated and licked her lips. It would be natural for her to bend herself over it and bury her head in the cushion that her mistress had just recently been resting against, perhaps inhale her scent as her bottom was brought to a glowing red, ready for the man to ravish her. But the tart imagined that she was lying along the arm's length, her thighs forced apart by the thick padding, her cunt exposed. Looking for permission, she began to climb astride the arm and felt a flare of excitement inside her as her mistress smiled and nodded. Hazel blushed hotly with pleasure and bent forward to hug the well- upholstered arm of the chair, her thighs bent forward to give her bottom a further roundness and press the apex of her cunt into the thick upholstery. Biting her lip, she felt her mistresses hand stroke her bottom, then pull cheek from cheek to further expose her. Jane then stepped back and brought the strap down most viciously across the tarts bottom, thrilling inside when the girl shrieked and arched. Reaching back again, she landing yet another stroke across her little bottom. The girl shrieked again, and then, quivering visibly, took up position again, her lovely little cunt unfurling between her parted thighs. "You can join in you know," Jane told him, just a moment before she landed another stroke of the strap, one that made the little tart really squeal, her bottom cheeks parting widely and giving him an enticing glimpse of her pouting little anus. Philip nodded his thanks. The leather strap landing across Hazel's lovely little bottom again and again making her scream. "See how the little tart likes it?" Jane asked, sending two questing fingers between the child's spread thighs to part her pink girlish labia and expose the succulent inner flesh. "Oh my!" Philip gasped. "Would you like to ravish her now?" Jane asked. Philip gulped and looked down at the pretty little cunt between the child's thighs and Jane eased it open, revealing the wet flesh just dying to be filled. He nodded and climbed quickly to his feet and stood bent behind the child, his cock ready. "You will last much longer this time having already spurted in her mouth," Jane promised. Philip groaned and pressed his cock against her cunt, crying out as he pressed his cock head to the unforgiving entrance to her burning body. "Harder!" Jane told him. He pushed more violently and felt his breath leave him as he breached her cunt. She squealed again, and he pushed once more, fighting for breath as he felt her burning tight cunt surround him. "Again!" she urged. He pushed and grunted, now fully in her little cunt while she squealed and wailed from the pain of his stout cock. "Strap her!" Philip said. Panting with delight, Philip withdrew all but the tip of his cock as Jane brought the strap down hard again before driving his cock back deep into her hot little cunt. "I'm coming!" Philip cried. "Good girl!" Jane said, helping the child off the chair and sending her over to Nurse Jenkins. Satisfied, Philip closed the flap of his breeches and then retired to enjoy the rest of the entertainment. "Sophie! You were the second. Your forfeit is to give pleasure to Mr Sykes," Jane announced. On hearing this, Jeremy was even quicker than his partner to sit down in the chair and to release his arching cock from his breeches. "Sophie! Come here," Jane ordered, slapping the strap down into the palm of her hand in order to reinforce her command. "Undress!" Jane ordered, smiling as the little tart did as she was told and then knelt down nervously in front of the gentleman just like her sister had done earlier. Bringing the strap down hard across her bottom, Jane made the child move forward, until she was in kneeling directly in front of Jeremy, his cock staring her in the face. "Suck it!" Jane demanded, bringing the strap down hard again across the poor child's tender little bottom. Jerking from the strapping, the child licked her lips and pushed her head forward. A hot blush covered her cheeks as she took the rampant cock into her mouth and began to suck. Jeremy gasped as the feelings entered him, the exquisite sensations stiffening and lengthening him in her mouth. "Good!" announced, with a grin. She watched them both for a few moments, and then picked up a strange dildo that looked more like a string of beads, each connected by a column of leather. The beads were smaller and closer together at the end, but grew larger and further apart further along its length. Hence, when Jane knelt to push them into Sophie's bottom, she was met with little resistance until the third bead, when she had to use all her force to get the next into her, by which time she was gasping, her eyes looking around her wildly. With sadistic pleasure, Jane drew the dildo back and forth, as her rectum clenched around the three-inch column of leather that joined it to the next impossibly large bead. Admiring the dildo protruding from the child's anus, Jane brought the strap down like a hammer on it forcing it deeper into her bottom. Sophie's reaction was that of others; stretching and gasping, wild eyed as the sensations made by her increased effort made his cock grow even harder. Whether from the surge of the dildo within her, or the painful strike of the strap across her tender little bottom, she was flung forward crying out with a mix of sensations and sobbing as his now rampant cock was forced right to the back of her throat. "Oh, yes!" Jeremy gasped. Jane hammered on the exposed end of the dildo, pushing it inwards and forcing Sophie to impale her tiny mouth deep onto Jeremy's cock where she struggled to control herself, willing his engorged cock to slide away so she could swallow and breathe again. Jane knelt on the floor behind the little tart when Jeremy drew his cock from Sophie's hot throat leaving just an inch in her mouth for her to swallow around. In front of her, Sophie's bottom beckoned. Jane's breath shortened as she pulled the poor child's bottom cheeks apart and gazed avidly at the sunken end of the dildo. The puckered anal ring glowed tenderly from its battering as Jane reached for the dildo and roughly dragged it out. Jeremy gasped and erupted into the tart's mouth. Spurt after spurt left him driven on by the child's tongue, wriggling avidly as she sucked on his cock. Sophie looked up lovingly at him as she continued to work her throat around his pulsating cock, then collapsing with exhaustion, his cock shrinking with the numbness of over-use, Jeremy felt her mouth leave him and he groaned. "Good girl!" Jane said, helping the poor child up and sending her to Nurse Jenkins. "Albert! You were the third. Your forfeit is to pleasure Mr Savage," Jane announced. "Undress!" Jane ordered. On hearing this, John quickly let down the flap of his breeches and released his large cock. "Now Albert! You and I are going to going to get to know each other," John said. Making the boy stand in front of him, John roughly fondled his bottom and pulled the cheeks apart to examine how tight his anus was, before taking a hold of the boy's cock and balls. "Lovely!" John remarked. Albert paled and licked his lips, squirming under the rough handling. "Keep still! You don't want to be punished, do you?" John murmured. "No, Sir" Albert replied, swallowing nervously. John instructed Albert to bend over the table. Using his fingers to part the boy's bottom cheeks, he pulled back his foreskin and placed the glistening head of his cock against the boy's anus and forced it into his bottom in one rapid thrust. Albert let out a scream, and started to shake his head back and forth. John could feel the rectum convulse and contract as he ravished the handsome young boy, pulling his cock nearly completely out, leaving just the head lodged inside, then plunging it in again, his balls slapping against the boys balls as his thrusts started to speed up. Reaching under his own cock, John grabbed the boy's balls and pulled on them gathering them up in his hand and finally giving them a firm squeeze. He could hear Albert whimper as he thrust his cock back in, pushing the boy forward on the table, then pulling him back by his thighs, before forcing his cock deeper into his bottom. "Tell me! What do you want me to do?" John asked, suddenly halting his thrusts. "I don't understand Sir." Albert replied. "Do you want me to stop? Or do you want me to continue," he asked. "To continue sir," Albert said. "You need to tell me exactly what you want me to do," John said. "Thrust your cock into my bottom Sir, then continue to move it back and forth until you spurt." Albert replied. John thrust his cock rapidly in and out of Albert's handsome young bottom only stopping when the boy cried out. Placing both hands on the boy's bottom, he pried the cheeks apart, so that he had a clear view of the boy's anus, which was now reddened and sore. "Now! Hold your bottom cheeks apart like this." John instructed. Albert put his hands behind him and grabbed his bottom cheeks but as John released him they began to close again. "Wider!" John ordered. Albert quickly responded by pulling his bottom cheeks apart, which gave John access to his tight rectum. Moving forward and holding Albert by the back of the head, he thrust his cock in smacking his balls against the boy's anus. With his balls pulled up into his sack and his cock enlarged in the boy's rectum his seed erupted. After taking a few moments to recuperate, John pulled his softening cock from the boy's anus and watched as his seed oozed out onto the table. "Good Boy! You did well," John remarked, letting him up and sending him to Nurse Jenkins. "Lady Marlborough! You were the winner. Who do you nominate to put the object to good use?" Nurse Jenkins asked. "Sophie!" Lady Marlborough replied. "Sophie! Come here and open the box," she ordered. It didn't take long for Sophie to open the box and stare open-eyed at the object inside. Nurse Jenkins took the object out of the box and showed her. It was a black leather mask shaped to cover the whole head with fastenings up the back, the front cut with eyeholes and a large gap for the mouth. The nose shape though, had been extended and it took a moment for her to realise that she was looking at a cock, thick black and ugly, with a large mushroom head and a grizzled shaft. "What do I do with it, Miss?" she asked. Nurse Jenkins smiled at the little tart standing naked before her, then slid the full facemask over her head and fastened it. "Can you see?" she asked, peering into the little eyeholes. "Just a little bit Miss," she replied, lifting her hands to try and adjust it. "That is how it should be," she told her, smacking her hands away. "Now, get on your knees and follow me," Nurse Jenkins instructed. Sophie obeyed and shuffled across the floor as her mistress escorted her to where Lady Marlborough was waiting for her to pleasure her. "Do you know what to do with the mask?" Lady Marlborough asked her, her fingers parting the folds of her wet cunt now visible and lined with pink flesh. Sophie nodded and the leather cock on her mask swayed up and down. Lady Marlborough sat down on a chair with her bottom over the edge, and leant back lifting and then opening her thighs so her cunt was perfectly placed for the pleasuring she was expecting. "You will drive it in, then hold it for four seconds, using your tongue to probe at anything it can reach, then draw it out before plunging it back in again, do you understand?" she enquired. "Yes Miss," Sophie breathed, her breath coming short and fast as her mistress spread her raised thighs and offered up her crimson charms to her. She shuffled forward and felt her head guided downwards by a hand on the cock stemming from her mask. It forced her head down, until her vision was filled with the trim lips of her ladyship's cunt and the thick hood that rose from between them. "Now!" she ordered. Sophie held her breath and pushed her head down and forward, pushing the cock into the cunt until she felt warm feminine flesh up against her lips and her eyes crossed in an effort to focus on the flesh in front of her. She remembered her orders and pushed her tongue out, licking and probing without initial thought, then gasping hotly as she realised that her tongue was delving within her bottom licking the clenched knot of her anus. "Again!" she cried, reminding her of the four-second requirement. Sophie jerked and panted, trying to remember all she had to do while also battling with her excitement. She drove her head forward once again, the cock on her nose sliding inwards more easily, driving into the moist clinging flesh in front of her. She felt again the warm flesh of her ladyship's bottom and stuck her tongue out, forcing it between her bottom cheeks to flutter against her anal ring. Counting in her head she bathed it in saliva and probed it for entry before the magical number four erupted in her mind and she drew slowly away. Lady Marlborough panted, her eyes glazed over as the sensations shot inwards, rippled, sparkled and then flowed. From the impalement to marvellous stretch, from such an innocent tongue wriggling, to the slow outward pull of the cock, she was in heaven. The cock rammed back into her, the girl's face pressing up against her crotch and she cried out and arched, a little part of her mind fighting the urge to reach down and hold her to her. Her cunt gripped the thick truncheon, stretched by it, and was sent into rippling pleasure by the wriggling tongue at her anus. Shaking and on the verge of spending, she whimpered as the fullness of her cunt eased with the slow withdrawal of the cock. "Stop," she panted. Sophie's head rose, the long and thick leather cock gleaming with the thick wetness she had deposited. She recovered her breath and turned over, lifting her haunches on her spread thighs and dropping her bust to the back of the chair, her lower back dipped to present the little tart with her gleaming pink cunt. "Again!" Lady Marlborough cried, a hand between her open thighs held ready to guide her into her eager cunt. Sophie shuffled forward, her eyes filled by the sight of her parted bottom cheeks. Then she plunged the cock inwards, listening for her abrupt cry of pleasure before angling her head so she could lick at whatever was in front of her mouth at the time. The cock angled deep within her, Lady Marlborough screamed as Sophie licked at her clitoris without seeming to care about its tenderness. Four seconds passed in a fraction, then the cock was slipping from her, sliding back leaving her tender clitoris coated with the child's saliva and throbbing with the aftermath of her tonguing. Lady Marlborough whimpered, trying to prepare herself for the next thrust, and yet it still caught her unprepared. On her knees but her back straight, Sophie took a deep breath and pushed her head downwards, her eyes on the anal ring until she was too close to focus and she felt her nose buried in her ladyship's bottom. Then she dipped her back and pushed her jaw forward so that she could push her tongue out and swirl it over her genitals that now tasted of sweet nectar. Her ladyship's cries told her how well she was doing, and she would push harder and lick faster in an effort to hear her cry that much louder. Until it was more than a cry, but a jerking of her body, first back against his head, then jumping away, as if needing to escape the tarts avidly swirling tongue. Finally, her hand pulled Sophie away as she slumped sideways, panting for her breath and glowing beautifully. "Good girl!" Jane said, helping the poor child up and sending her to Nurse Jenkins. A knock at the door interrupted the proceedings. "Lady Marlborough! Your guests carriage has arrived," Jane said. "Nurse Jenkins! You can take these tarts away now and apply some of that magic lotion I know you like to use," Lady Marlborough ordered, with a smile. "Come children!" Nurse Jenkins said, leading them out of the playroom with her daughter following behind. "What is this magic lotion?" Philip asked. "Well! I have always found that rewarding my staff for their help in entertaining my quests, by letting them indulge in their penchants with the children afterwards, pays dividends. Nurse Jenkins and her daughter like to soothe and comfort the children after they have been punished or ravished by applying lotion to their bottoms, thighs and genitals. However, this particular lotion has the special properties of soothing for a while, but then burning their skin, which results in them having to be soundly spanked, in order to calm them down," Lady Marlborough explained. "Most interesting! We have enjoyed the entertainments," Philip said. "Gentlemen! Can I suggest that we conclude the games for this evening and resume again with some new prey another time," Lady Marlborough suggested. "That would be most welcome my lady," Philip replied, his partners nodding their agreement as they left the playroom. Lady Marlborough escorted her quests down stairs to their carriage on what they all agreed had been a splendid occasion and one that they had already planned to repeat again.