THE FORTUNES OF SARAH

By Dickins

A dark and sadistic tale set in rural England, re-written with
permission.

This story is a work of erotic fiction. All names, characters,
places and incidents are either a product of the author's
imagination or are used here fictitiously. Any resemblance to
real events, locals or any persons, living or dead, is entirely
coincidental.

Story codes: Ped, nc, fisting, masturbation, ws, spanking, CP,
incest, femdom, religious fervour, coercion, and bdsm.

When Sarah Jennings was eleven her parents died in an accident,
which affected her behaviour, making her defiant and difficult to
handle. With no relatives to take care of her, she was made a
ward of court. At her hearing, the magistrate questioned her and
listened to all the evidence, before deciding that the best
course of action was to send her to St Mary's, an orphanage for
wayward girls, run by a clandestine order of nuns.

His decision was made much easier because she was very pretty and
had a defiant nature, just what the nuns liked. She reminded him
of his granddaughter, whose defiance would often lead to her
lovely little bottom being soundly spanked by her governess.
However, he knew from experience, that the punishments Sarah's
bottom would receive at St Mary's would be far more severe.

As a patron and the magistrate who only sent the prettiest girls
to St Mary's, the nuns granted him some extra privileges, one of
which was to be present when the child arrived and to witness her
induction. As with all the new arrivals, Sarah was taken straight
to the nurse, who undressed her and took her time to fondle her
under the pretext of taking measurements for her new uniform. She
was then taken to the doctor, who under the pretext of giving her
a through medical took his time to humiliate and sexually abuse
her.

What they called 'The Welcome' was next, administered by Sister
Clare, who had a penchant for humiliating the new arrivals. This
consisted of hot vaginal douches and clitoral massages, a
humiliating test for wantonness that always seemed to catch them
out, followed by several painful enemas, the last one being
forcibly retained by a rubber bung whilst their bottoms were
soundly spanked, just to let them know who was now in charge.

***

Life at St Mary's was hard, made even harder by the nuns who
satisfied their own passions, by humiliating and sexually abusing
their charges under the pretext of punishing them for their
sinful behaviour.

The girl's days were monotonous, with only Sunday mornings spent
in worship or prayer. They were expected to work hard and if they
didn't they were punished. The Nuns taught them that pleasure
could only be obtained from work, that games were for sinners and
playing was evil.

What pleasures they did have had to be kept secret. The most
common pleasures were nocturnal and involved two or more girls
sharing a bed. There was a risk however, as being caught would
mean a birching in front of the whole orphanage.

The sinner would have to ride 'The Horse' a humiliating piece of
apparatus, with a wider than normal girth, handles either side of
its neck, iron stirrups and a leather saddle that had a large
ridged pommel.

They would be positioned with their feet in the stirrups and
their bottom pushed as far back as possible in the saddle. The
advantage of this was that it parted their bottom and gave the
nuns freedom to cut into their cunt and anus. Smelling salts were
on hand to ensure that they remained conscious throughout and
that they felt every one of the fifty strokes, a standard
punishment for such sinful behaviour.

There was an alternative however, to the humiliation of a public
punishment and that was to agree to be punished in private, a
choice that the new girls who didn't know any better were
persuaded to take. However, there was a disadvantage to this as
it left them vulnerable, something they only learnt to their
peril when it was too late.

Once a girl had been persuaded to take her punishment privately,
it wasn't long before the patrons were offering large sums of
money to watch, because unlike at a public punishment, in
private, they could masturbate and relieve their pent up
passions.

In the room, which had thick brick walls and no windows, a horse
similar to the one used for public punishments was positioned so
that the girl's bottom faced the patrons. On a table, lay a
collection of canes, straps, nettles, martinets and whips. In
addition to these, there were other pieces of equipment such as a
gag, different sized dildos, spiked gloves, lubricants, oils,
vaginal rags soaked in methanol to persuade their clitoris to
swell and anal dilators, such as ginger to cause their anus to
burn and stop them from clenching their bottom cheeks.

Once all the preparations were complete, the nervous girl was led
into the room by two nuns, a blindfold covering her eyes,
ensuring not only the anonymity of the patrons, but that she
wouldn't be able to gauge the pace or the severity of her
punishment. Thus the girl would be left totally vulnerable and
her torture would only stop when the nuns were satisfied.

***

There were not many girls who would dare to defy the nuns. But
there were some, and Sarah, was one of them, one of three older
girls in her dormitory who once the lights were out and the
building silent, would creep into the beds of their favourites,
who were often too shy, too frightened, or too in love with them
to object.

For Sarah, there was a thrill in this, it was as good, nearly, as
the thrill she got from coercing one of her favourites into being
her lover, teasing the child with soft kisses and loving hugs
until she consented to her devilish advances.

For the younger girls however, there was a real anguish, as being
caught would earn them a martinet whipping, a wicked length of
leather the nuns always kept dangling from their waists. Sarah,
already well practiced in coercion, would tease them until they
craved for more, and then tease them further, until they
consented to do things that the Nuns would surely believe was the
Devil's work.

The nuns slept soundly most of the time, but there were those who
liked nothing more than to wonder the corridors at night,
silently entering the dormitories in the hope of catching them in
the throws of their sinful pleasures, only to turn those
pleasures into pain.

Sarah counted the beds, letting her hand run lightly over each
one until she reached the one she wanted, then removing her
nightgown, drew back the covers and slid into the warm bed. Anna
silently made room for her, far too nervous, ashamed and excited
to do otherwise. After all, she was only twelve and her mistress
sixteen.

Sarah, a foot taller than Anna, knew just how to look after
herself, her nails sharpened in an attempt to discourage girls
her age from picking a fight with her. She had long since learnt
that size and strength weren't the only factors to winning a
fight. The willingness to inflict pain was of far more value, and
that she only had to prove it once, for the others to take
notice.

Anna whimpered as Sarah slid her cold hands under her cotton
nightgown to feel her firm young flesh. A frequent visitor to
Anna's bed, Sarah already knew the child's delicious contours,
but getting to know them once again was exciting, quickening her
breath as she imagined her mouth, lips and tongue following her
fingers, feeling, tasting and inhaling in the child's fear.

"We shouldn't," Anna murmured nervously.

Sarah chuckled, as she slid on top of the child, pulling the
child's nightgown urgently upwards and off. Anna's thighs felt
warm as she sat astride them and with the child's arms pinned
over her head; Sarah was able to caress her at will.

Dropping her head to inhale the scent of the child's freshly
washed hair, she stroked Anna's cheek with her own before tasting
the skin of her neck. Sarah's hands rose again, taking their time
to renew their acquaintance with her gentle curves, the warmth
that radiated from them and the hardness and the softness of her
lovely flesh. She toyed with the child's clitoris making her
squirm, her breathing to quicken, and then grow short and then
become urgent again.

"Please, don't" Anna murmured.

"You know you like it," Sarah replied.

"We'll get into trouble," Anna whimpered. Sarah took no notice,
forcing her knee between the child's thighs.

"It's worth it though, isn't it?" she teased.

Sarah dropped her head and blindly found Anna's mouth with her
own. They kissed; or Sarah kissed her, probing with her tongue
until Anna's lips yielded.

"Please, Sarah," Anna begged.

The child's breath washed over Sarah's face as their lips parted.
She smelt so lovely, she thought, her fingers tracing the child's
nipples and then returning to tease her clitoris again.

"What will you do for me if I don't?" Sarah asked softly, teasing
her young lover.

"Please!" Anna exclaimed, beginning to quiver.

"Tell me," Sarah urged.

"It's dirty!" Anna said.

Sarah moaned, as she listened to the other mistresses in her
dormitory having more success than her.

Anna had sensitive nipples and Sarah knew this from experience,
so she bit on them, at the same time pinching her now sensitive
clitoris with her sharpened nails, causing her to gasp and arch
franticly upwards.

"Please don't!" Anna begged.

"You like it really," Sarah replied accusingly.

"Please! I don't want to be whipped," Anna whimpered.

"Then you know what you have to do, don't you?" Sarah teased.

"It's dirty!" Anna panted.

"Which do you want? Make up your mind," Sarah told her softly but
urgently.

She didn't mind what her choice was, or told herself she didn't.
Waiting for a reply, she began to tease the child's clitoris
again, as if her decision had already been made, and watched the
silhouette of her face in the small amount of moonlight coming
through the window, smiling at the agony on Anna's face as she
tried to make up her mind.

"Ok, ok!" she groaned. "I'll do it." Anna breathed.

Sarah needed no further invitation and made Anna change places
with her so that the child was now positioned astride her. With
Anna's head now level with her own clitoris, Sarah used her hands
to force her head closer.

"Remember, no faking!" Sarah whispered fiercely.

There were more giggles in the dormitory, but mostly the sounds
of panting and the rhythmically movement of beds softly creaking
to and fro as the moonlight made weird shapes on the walls of the
bodies under the covers.

"Do it!" she urged, waiting tensely.

Suddenly, the child's tongue started its caresses sending
spiralling knives of pleasure shooting through Sarah's body.

"Come on!" Sarah gasped.

Anna's head rose and, eyes closed, she started to lick with more
haste.

"Oh yes!" Sarah moaned.

Anna's teasingly wormed her pointed tongue in and then retreated,
laden with Sarah's juices.

"Do it again!" Sarah shouted out, the other girls telling her to
be quite in case the nuns should hear.

Sarah bit her lip and sobbed with delight as the tongue delved
deeper into her throbbing cunt, sweeping over her tender clitoris
to recover more of her sweet wetness. Again and again, moving
deeper, Anna's tongue sought the tart flavour she had come to
enjoy.

Hovering on the brink of a much-needed orgasm, Sarah panted and
groaned then suddenly winced as the lights in the dormitory were
cruelly switched on. She froze and stared at the black clad women
marching in, their faces scowling as they sought out the beds
with more than one girl in them.

Sister Clare made her way straight to Anna's bed. Ever since Anna
arrived at St Mary's, Sister Clare sought out every opportunity
to punish the child's lovely little bottom.

"You disgusting child!" she cried, drinking in the delightful
spectacle.

"She made me, Sister. She forced me!" Anna pleaded, a terror in
her eyes as she watched Sister Clare unbuckle her martinet then
screamed as she whipped it down several times across her little
bottom, before unceremoniously dragging her off Sarah.

Sarah and the other two mistresses' watched with delight as the
nuns whipped the bottoms of their little favourites, before being
told to put on their nightgowns and being marched to the Doctor's
waiting room, a small and plain room.

There, they were made to sit and wait, one of the nuns remaining
to make sure they didn't try to escape. She scowled at them,
looking from one to another, her expression never changing. "You
despicable lot!" she said fiercely. "Well, we've had enough of
your dirty, filthy ways," she told them.

Sarah wondered what she meant by that and looked towards the
others. They looked back with similar looks of nervousness, their
worries growing as the time passed by and nothing seemed to
happen. At last, Sister Agnes entered the room and told the three
nervous girls to stand.

"Turn and face the wall!" she told them sharply.

They did so, glancing nervously at each other as they hesitantly
obeyed.

The door opened again and Mother Superior walked by, talking to
someone in a low voice, explaining how they had been caught
playing sinful games with much young girls, as she guided the
person through into the Doctor's surgery.

"Face me!" Sister Agnes demanded.

"Mother Superior has been contacted by one of our patrons and he
has agreed to take one of you into service, although why he
should want such a sinful girl, I have no idea," she grinned.
Before they could quite take it all in, the door to the doctor's
surgery opened and Mother Superior waved the nearest girl in. It
was Jenny, her head bowed, she went in and then the door closed
leaving the remaining girls to wonder just what would happen to
them when it was their turn.

They waited in silence for a good fifteen minutes, trying to
listen to what was happening to Jenny, and then suddenly the door
opened and Jenny was thrust out naked, her nightgown draped over
her arm and her hands to her eyes as she wept.

"Next," Mother Superior called, the next in line, a girl called
Emily hurried into the doctor's surgery.

Sister Agnes ordered Jenny to face the wall. From a pale she
retrieved a birch rod soaked in brine to keep it supple, the type
that was only kept for serious punishments. Jenny looked on in
horror, her weeping growing even more intense and her head
shaking in denial, as the nun approached.

"Right, you disgusting little harlot!" Sister Agnes said, fairly
spitting the words out, as she gathered up her sleeve and bent
her arm back to deliver the first stroke. It descended sharply,
the tips whistling through the air, landing savagely against
Jenny's bottom, scoring the pale skin with the first of many
lacerations and bringing a scream of pain from its owner.

"One!" Sister Agnes proclaimed, her eyes alight with fierce joy
as she inhaled through her nostrils and bent her arm back to
deliver the second.

It swept down, landing abruptly across Jenny's bottom adding new
lines to those already freshly made. Jenny screamed, her eyes
wide and blank as she struggled to prepare herself for the rest
of her punishment.

The door to the surgery opened once more, a scant few minutes
since closing, and a softly weeping Emily was pushed
unceremoniously out. "You can punish this one too, when you're
ready." Mother Superior said.

"Next! Come along girl!" the Mother Superior said sharply, her
fingers beckoning Sarah, the last in line. Sarah stepped
obediently forward and felt herself being propelled into the
surgery.

***

John Danvers stopped playing with the stethoscope from the
doctor's desk and looked across at the young girl Mother Superior
had ushered in. She was taller than the last two; her small
breasts outlined against her nightgown. She glanced back at him
nervously, perhaps just as nervously as the others, and yet with
an added quality, as if trying to gauge what he would be like as
an employer.

"And who's this?" he enquired, smiling as he heard yet another
scream followed by crying from the waiting room. He looked at
her, wondering if she would be the one to show qualities that
would be worth investing in.

"This is Sarah Jennings," Mother Superior explained. "She is
sixteen and since arriving There five years ago, has had to be
punished many times. However, she works hard and is very
intelligent, but she does have a deviant and perverted nature!"
she spat.

"Perverted, eh, Sarah," John repeated, watching her glance
towards the nun with obvious distaste. Hearing of her deviant
nature made him smile slightly, just an upward touch to his lips.

Sarah glanced at him and shrugged. Her glance did more than just
take a look at him though; it took in his expensive jacket and
his well polished shoes, his comfortable shirt and warm looking
sweater. Her look may have made other men think twice, but it
told him that she was hardened to life at St Mary's and wouldn't
easily be intimidated.

Through the silence came another scream followed by uncontrolled
crying as the punishment outside continued.

John smiled as he saw Sarah wince. The first two girls had failed
to satisfy him, and she was probably wondering what it would take
for him to choose her.

"My wife and I need a companion for our daughters," he explained.

"Someone to educate and punish them," he told her.

"Like a governess?" Sarah asked.

"Yes! To them you would be their governess, one who teaches them
and punishes them, but to us you would be their companion,
playing with them, bathing them and generally looking after
them," he explained.

Sarah nodded eagerly. "I can do that," she told him earnestly.
"I'm good at school work, so I can help them with their sums and
stuff. And I know how to look after little girls," she told him,
her voice showing an eagerness he'd never knew existed in her,
just looking at her moments before.

"So I hear," he said, with a broad smile. Sarah blushed and
looked to the floor, chewing her lip as she realised that he knew
everything about her and her little favourite Anna.

There was another scream, dissolving into tearful sobs. But the
silence in the room lengthened and John let it, watching the girl
as she stood awkwardly before them, her eyes fluttering as she
tried concealing her tears. He guessed the pain of loosing this
chance to escape St Mary's would probably hurt her more than the
birching she was about to receive from Sister Agnes.

"You seem so certain that you could be a companion," he said, and
she looked up in sudden hope. "So certain," he repeated. "If only
you could prove that to me," he said softly, and he watched her,
hoping she'd understand, and respond.

Sarah swallowed, her mind tumbling over as she tried thinking of
what she could do or say that would change his mind and choose
her; over the others. Jenny gave another sharp scream and then a
whimper as she received another stroke of the birch.

John's smile grew as he saw his suggestion dawn on the young
girl's face. She looked at him in the hope of seeing some
confirmation, and licked her lips as she saw his smile broaden.

"Well?" he asked.

John watched as she blushed and then nervously glance towards
Mother Superior, no doubt wondering what her reaction was going
to be. In for a penny, in for a pound, he thought relaxing as he
watched the girl lift her nightgown, her eyes searching for some
sign of acknowledgement. He watched enthralled as her thighs
appeared with a real tone and suppleness to them.

Mother Superior gripped her hands together tightly, but was
otherwise silent.

Encouraged by her lack of reaction, Sarah looked hopefully toward
the gentleman and lifted her gown higher, her heart in her mouth,
as she undressed before her very first male right in front of the
Mother Superior.

John let his eyes be drawn to the narrow vulva protruding
girlishly from between Sarah's thighs. She had developed a tuft
of hair, seemingly springing from the apex of her rounded cunt,
but it by no means marred or even detracted from her rounded
vulva, nor the curve of her pretty pubis.

"Do you think you can turn our daughters into little tarts, like
you?" he asked.

The Mother Superior made a noise and reached for her cross. She
closed her eyes and held her face towards the heavens as she
prayed, but John just grinned and looked towards Sarah hopefully.

"Well! Do you?" he asked.

"I can try," Sarah told him, her clitoris moistening at the very
thought of it.   John smiled and softly chuckled, his eyes once
again going down to admire the girl's lovely charms.

"Come here," he told her, and waved her forward. "No, keep your
gown up," he added as she moved to let it fall again.

She blushed, licked her dry lips and crept forward, fear and
excitement mixing to make her jerk and shake, her belly feeling
tight, her crotch moist and hot.

Another scream from outside strengthened Sarah's resolve.

"Bend forward over the desk," John urged, standing back to give
her room.

"Are you going to punish me?" she asked timidly, glancing up at
him worriedly, totally unaware of how erotic she looked.

John smiled and shook her head. "I need to know that you will do
as you are told," he said. "Will you?" he asked.

Sarah took a breath and obeyed, her heart in her mouth as she
stole herself for anything he might do to her. None of it could
be worse than having to stay at St Mary's, not now the Mother
Superior had seen her. Sister Agnes would punish her bottom every
week for a month for such sinful behaviour.

The thoughts kept her busy as she positioned herself across the
doctor's desk, and felt him indicate with his shoes that he
wanted her thighs wider apart. She blushed and bit her lower lip,
holding onto the desk and trying not to think of the shame as she
felt him begin to lift the back of her half gathered nightgown.

Sarah hung her head and concentrated on Mother Superiors voice
and the litany of prayers she sent to God, begging him to help
this girl of sin, turn her from the wicked pleasures of the flesh
and guide her to the righteousness of work and the education of
the young.

There was another scream from outside and another fit of
breathless weeping that slowly died away. A finger touched her,
and Sarah gasped and shook, all thought, all hearing gone. All
her senses were suddenly focused on the feel of his finger as it
moved slowly down between her bottom cheeks and caressed her
anus.

John stood over her, smiling as he felt her jerk and heard her
catch her breath.

Just sixteen, he thought, admiring her lovely bottom, the light
blond hairs at the small of her back, and the indent of her
backbone. He slid his index finger along the crease, letting it
brush against both cheeks at the same time.

He stopped at the indent of bottom and thighs, listening to her
pant and feeling moisture on the soft tender skin he was
touching. A press, and he'd uncover her girlish secrets, be able
to glimpse her young cunt, that place where Anna had licked and
probed for her mistress's sweet essence. He watched his finger
move on, no longer caressing her firm young bottom but caressing
her clitoris. He could hear her panting and swallowing and he
could see her trembling, her toes seeking greater purchase on the
cold tiled floor as she prepared herself for a meteoric release.

From outside came another sharp scream, followed by the
uncontrolled weeping of the girl receiving her punishment. Sarah
seemed unmoved, but perhaps was too driven by his light touches
to have heard anything beyond her thumping heart.

His finger teased, touching just enough to have her reach the
edge of sanity, but not beyond. He could even smile as,
breathless and panting, she groaned with frustration and arched
her pelvis backwards, spreading herself for him, willing him to
finish her.

But he hadn't finished. One more test of her willingness.

"Reach back," he told her softly, a now moist fingertip
continuing to tease her clitoris. "Open yourself, so I might
see," he urged.

The Mother Superior cried out and brought her hands to her
cowl-covered ears whilst her prayer took on a more strident, more
personal note. Outside, Jenny screamed and wept, blubbering for
forgiveness through her agony.

"Do it, Sarah," John urged.

Sarah reached back. She didn't do it for salvation from St
Mary's, or to spite the Nuns, she did it because her body was
screaming for release.

She reached back and gripped the base of her bottom, pulling
cheek from cheek and the soft flesh within, pulling until cool
air flowed over her anus and her pouting cunt.

"Good girl," John told her, rewarded her with a special touch,
one that didn't stop as she approached the brink, but kept
pressing, kept moving languidly across her hooded clitoris,
bringing her on once, twice, perhaps a third time depending upon
how you counted, enough to leave her shuddering and gasping,
staring at the floor in astonishment while aftershocks ran
uncontrollably through her young body.

"Yes, this one will do," John told the kneeling woman, examining
his moist finger. "Have her delivered to us tomorrow. She'll only
need the one set of clothes," he told her.

******

The approach to the Danvers country residence was by a long leafy
driveway that meandered up from the road. Sister Joan dropped her
off outside the entrance, where Mr Danvers was waiting to greet
her. This time she approached him with a greater confidence,
blushing from the knowing smile that he gave her.

"Hello Sarah," he said, putting his arm around her and ushering
her inside. "The children are eager to meet you, but first I want
to show you your room, and then I want you to meet Hilda, my
wife," he explained.

"Yes, Sir," she nodded, the thought of meeting his wife making
her nervous.

They climbed the wooden stairs to the first floor, and there,
among the many rooms on that floor, was one just for her.

"This is your room," he told her.

"Just for me?" she marvelled.

"Yes! But you'll spend most if not all your nights with my wife
and I in our room," he explained as they entered. "There is a
connecting door between this room and their shared bedroom and
there is also an adjoining bathroom," he said, as he showed her
round.

"How old are your daughters?" Sarah asked.

"Sophie is fourteen and Chloe is twelve," He replied.

"Now! It's time for you to meet my wife. She's eager to meet
you," he told her, leading her from the small room, across the
hall, to another room, this one much, much larger.

The room overlooked an expanse of carefully maintained lawns, but
in front of the large window stood a vanity table, and seated on
a stool combing her long hair, sat Mrs Danvers.

The woman turned to smile a warm welcome, and Sarah saw that she
looked quite young and pretty. She had startling blue eyes and
long light hair, and the legs that escaped her dressing gown were
long and slender.

"So this is Sarah," the woman stated, her voice as warm as her
smile while her eyes slid smoothly over the young girl's young
body.

"Hello Madam," Sarah replied, fumbling a curtsy.

John chuckled and ruffled Sarah's hair. "What do you think of
her?" he asked.

"Dear me John! I can't tell with her clothes on," she answered,
and smiled at the girl.

"Undress!" he ordered.

Sarah, in awe by the elegant and beautiful lady nodded, and then
fumbled with her cheap and worn clothes, removing the few she
wore to stand naked, licking her lips and praying fervently that
she would like her.

Mrs Danvers did. She liked the speed with which Sarah obeyed her,
and she liked her pale complexion, smooth skin and the curves of
the girl. She also liked her small breasts that perched high on
her chest, the nipples still ghostly pink and nubile, her
fledgling cunt and the puckered anus that peeped out from between
her lovely round bottom cheeks that were just begging to be
punished.

"My husband tells me that you were caught in bed with one of the
little girls as she licked your cunt, is that right?" Hilda
asked.

Sarah stared and licked her lips.

"Yes Madam," Sarah breathed.

Hilda smiled and uncrossed her legs, a stab of excitement
entering her as she saw the girl's eyes dart down to her legs to
watch them unfold.

"You must remember to do as we ask, otherwise you will be soundly
punished. Do you understand?" she asked.

"Yes Madam," Sarah breathed, quivering as mixed feelings coursed
through her.

"That's good! Now, I want you to show me how your lover licked
you," Hilda told her, and slid her thighs apart, her hand holding
the hem of her nightgown up above her cunt.

Sarah stared at the smooth and hairless cunt the inner labia
protruding thickly from the smooth outer to become knotted
together in a thick seam of pink flesh.  Above it, upon her
curved pubis, a single line of closely cut hairs bisected her
pale skin.

Hilda didn't berate the child for her slowness. In truth, the
look on the girl's face excited her, swelling and moistening her
cunt, preparing it for the assault of the young girl's mouth and
tongue.

"Come along," she murmured instead, her thighs arching outward
while her free hand went down to tug at her prepuce, baring her
clitoris and furthering her excitement.

Sarah crept timidly forward and knelt at the woman's feet. She
inhaled the soft scent emanating and groaned. Too intoxicated,
she brought her mouth to the woman's thighs and kissed the warm
and soft inner surface, once again inhaling the wondrous scent of
the woman.

The pleasure and relief she had gained from little Anna, and the
two previous favourites, paled into insignificance as Mrs Danvers
drew her face deeper and deeper between the thick and soft inner
thighs. She loved the feel of the skin against her lips and
cheek, and inhaled the aroma that surrounded her as she kissed
her way towards her cunt.

"That's a good girl," Hilda murmured, parting her thighs as she
looked down and watched her kiss and stroke her upper thighs.
"You will be teaching them to do this, wont you?" she asked,
smiling her warmest smile as Sarah's tongue licked at the top of
her thigh.

"Yes Madam," Sarah agreed.

"Come along now," Hilda, told her, her belly pulled inwards in
her efforts to watch the girl's mouth descend upon her furled
cunt.

Warm breath flowed across her, a pleasant sensation that was
quickly followed by the tentative brushings of Sarah's lips as
she ran them along the full-lipped cunt, feeling the resilience
and their warmth before extending her tongue to taste them.

Hilda let out her breath and smiled at her anxiously waiting
husband as Sarah used her tongue to part the woman's thick labia
and reach for the juice waiting within. Sarah licked deeper,
knowing she was going to enjoy the taste. And she did, enough to
press her head more firmly to the woman's cunt.

"That's my girl," Hilda purred, whilst the tongue stabbed into
her and curled, dragging out her wetness. The tongue slid higher,
drawing her labia apart and spreading wetness upwards, towards
the apex of her cunt.

"Good girl, good girl," she breathed, feeling her excitement rise
as the tongue drew her sticky flavours from her, and returned to
add moisture from her saliva.

Her labia unfolded and spread like wings, ironed out with the
help of Sarah's tongue as she feverishly licked the sweet tasting
lubricant that surfaced on her mistress's cunt.

"So feverish!" Hilda exclaimed, preparing herself for an orgasm
as the young girl eagerly attacked her vermilion folds, spreading
them apart, flicking them, and pulling them with her lips.

"She's a prize, isn't she?" John beamed.

"Oh God yes. Hold me!" she gasped, and shuddered against her
husband as Sarah's eager lickings finally rose to her swollen and
extended love button, rudely licking it to bring the woman to a
sudden and sharp orgasm.

******

Sarah was allowed time to shower and to change into her uniform
before reporting back to Mrs Danvers.

"You look splendid my dear! Hilda told her.

"The children are eager to meet you," John told her, with a
smile.

"Remember Sarah! To us, you are their companion and we expect you
to coerce them into becoming little tarts, but to them you are
their governess so we expect you to teach them and to be strict
with their punishments, do you understand?" Mrs Danvers
explained.

"Yes Madam," Sarah replied.

The girls were downstairs, seated beside each other in the
lounge, Chloe to the left of her elder sister, Sophie looking
eagerly towards her as Sarah entered, followed bytheir parents.

Sophie, Chloe this is Miss Jennings your governess, you will call
her Miss," John told them.

"Yes Daddy!" They chorused.

Sarah was pleased to see that they were both pretty, but Chloe in
particular reminded her of Anna, who only last night was soundly
whipped by Sister Clare for being caught licking her cunt.

Looking from one to the other she saw that Sophie took after her
father, whilst Chloe took after her mother. They both wore short
dresses that gave enticing glimpses of their pale thighs and
bottoms as they fidgeted on the settee, white cotton panties,
blouses with pretty edging on the sleeves and pearl buttons all
the way to the collar, white ankle socks that had ribbons running
beneath the frilly edging and a pair of black patent leather
shoes.

She smiled, as she comprehended her position. She was now
fortunate enough to be able with permission this time, to abuse
the little darlings in order to coerce them into becoming the
little tarts their parents wanted them to be.

"Girls! Why don't you take Miss Jennings into the garden, and
then perhaps you could show her your bedroom?" their mother
suggested, smiling warmly.

Chloe was the first to jump up.

"Come on Miss. I'll show you Ben, my rabbit," she told Sarah,
taking her hand and pulling her along.

"It's really mine, but I let Chloe feed it Miss," Sophie told
her.

"My, but that's gracious of you!" Sarah told her with a straight
face.

Sarah had never had a pet and she quickly realised just what she
had missed. The girls showed her how to hold the grey, flop-eared
rabbit, and how to groom him, what food he ate and how they
tidied his cage regularly, and put him on the grass so he could
hop around for a little while, never straying far.

"You've never had a pet then Miss?" Chloe marvelled, as she
continually dragged Ben back towards her.

"No! We weren't allowed pets at St Mary's. We had to work hard
and to study or we were punished," Sarah explained, sitting on
the grass cross legged watching Chloe play with the rabbit, and
waiting to see if either of them tried to peek up her uniform.

"You must be terrific at maths then. I hope you can teach me,
because Daddy says that he'll spank me if I don't get at least 16
out of 20 right in my next test," Sophie confided.

"Do you get spanked often?" Sarah asked.

"Oh, no, well, only when we're naughty Miss," Chloe admitted.

"Mummy says you'll be spanking us in future Miss," Sophie
murmured looking worried.

Sarah shrugged. "The Nuns at St Mary's either used a Martinet,
which is a thick piece of leather, like a belt only broader, a
switch, which is a very slender bamboo that hurts like crazy, or
at worst, birch twigs. Those really hurt!" she told them. "So I
shouldn't think a spanking is going to hurt that much," she
argued.

"But you wouldn't use anything else, would you Miss?" Chloe
pleaded.

"It will depend how naughty you are," Sarah told her teasingly.
"I bet your dad has a nice leather strap that I could use!" she
told the young girl, grinning in mischief.

"You wouldn't!" Chloe cried, her eyes wide. "Mummy would never
let you," she claimed.

"I bet your little bottom is just perfect for spanking," Sarah
teased, and reached for her.

"No, no!" Chloe squealed as Sarah drew her slowly towards her,
Sarah's free hand seeking to turn up the young girl's dress while
she in turn tried stopping her.

"Help me, Sophie!" Sarah cried, grinning with fun and excitement
as little Chloe tossed and turned.

Sophie smiled and joined in the rough and tumble, grinning along
with Sarah as the they wrestled Chloe onto her front, and then
proceeded to lift her dress up until her bottom was left bare,
her white panties gathered deep into the crease of her bottom
cheeks.

Sarah placed her hands on Chloe's bottom and then pinched and
slapped. "I think this bottom is just ripe for a sound spanking,
don't you, Sophie?" she asked.

Sophie grinned and started to pinch and slap her sister's bottom,
and nodded, her cheeks brightening as Chloe squealed.

"Now girls! Not so loud please," Mr Danvers called from the
French windows.

Sarah and Sophie let Chloe go, and she pouted, her cheeks glowing
from their painful little game.

"I'll get you both for that," she promised.

"Come on Miss, let me show you my room!" Sophie cried, and
quickly stood to pull Sarah up behind her.

"It's our room Miss!" Chloe squealed, hurriedly putting Ben away
so she could run after them, catching them up just before they
entered their shared bedroom.

"This is my bed!" Chloe informed Sarah, rushing over to the
nearest single bed so she could jump on it and grin as she pulled
her teddy down from the pillow.

The beds were well apart, and still there was carpet space for
playing on. Then there were two desks against the far wall where
they could do their homework, with shelves upon the wall full of
books.

"You two are so lucky," Sarah murmured, staring at all the
luxury.

"Some of my friends at school have a room all to themselves,"
Sophie mentioned, glancing from Sarah to her little sister, who
promptly pushed her tongue out at her.

"So, what work are you doing at school?" she asked. She went to
Sophie's desk and had a look. There was a history book entitled
European History from 1919 to 1939, while an open Geography book
detailed the different type of rocks to be found. A shuffle of
the papers revealed a maths exercise book with Quadratic
Equations on it.

"I can't get the maths at all Miss," Sophie admitted quietly.
"Have you done these?"

Sarah nodded. The Nuns taught her those over two years ago. "And
you, Chloe?" she asked, strolling over to her desk where she sat,
legs swinging above the level of the floor, a chewed pencil in
her mouth.

"Don't do that," she told the child, and Chloe pulled a face and
withdrew the pencil from between her teeth. She was studying
Roman England, the water cycle in Geography, and the beginnings
of algebra in maths, while a half open science book described
acceleration and the early tests Galileo had conducted and later
published in 1637. Sarah nodded, one early fear evaporating as
she realised that she was well advanced on what both girls were
doing.

"I don't understand how A+ 8 can equal 10," Chloe ruefully
admitted.

"Well, even I understand that!" Sophie teased.

Chloe mimicked her for a moment, and then resorted to sticking
her tongue out again.

Sarah smiled, not because she thought it was funny, but because
her job was beginning to look easy.

"Will you teach me first, Miss?" Chloe begged.

Sarah decided to begin teaching the girls straight away, and
moved between the two of them, helping them overcome a problem,
or better understand a piece of work, before moving on to the
sister to do the same. Time flew by, and before she knew it, the
girls were easing cramped fingers and tense necks, and all of
them were feeling hungry.

Sophie led the way to the kitchen and introduced their governess
to the maid, a young girl their father had rescued, apparently.
The girl, was a little older than Sarah, and yet her height and
demure made her seem younger. Her dark hair had been cut around
her round face while a uniform of blue and white stripes showed
little of her body whilst the flat shoes she wore made her look
shorter.

"Hazel is not doing very well Miss," Chloe told her softly, when
the maid was out of earshot. "Daddy and Mummy are always having
to punish her," she explained.

Sophie nodded. "They must punish her really hard, because she
really screams."

"I don't think Mummy and Daddy know that we know, because they
only punish her late at night," Chloe told her in confidence.

"We're just awake, sometimes Miss," Sophie quickly added, her
cheeks glowing.

Sarah, a little more aware of their parent's true passions,
watched the maid and came to her own conclusions. Unused to
having anyone else do anything for her, she was quickly helping
the maid, and urging Sophie to do the same, preparing their own
drinks and preparing the table while Hazel made the sandwiches
for them all.

Sophie still didn't understand Quadratic Equations and begged
Miss Jennings to help her some more.

"We'll go out and play for a little while, after that you can
both show me the rest of the house. Then we'll have some more
lessons," she told them.

Sarah urged them both to go out into the garden ahead of her,
leaving her alone with the young maid.

Hazel went to gather the empty plates and gasped as Sarah caught
her wrist and held it still. "How long have you been here?" Sarah
asked as Hazel turned her questioning face towards her.

"Six months," Hazel answered.

Sarah pulled on the wrist she held, forcing the girl to reach
further over the table, bending supplely across it, her leg held
straight, up against its edge.

"Please, Miss," Hazel, whimpered.

"Haven't you learnt yet?" Sarah teased, her free hand lifting the
back of the maid's uniform to find her naked beneath.

"Well, well," she remarked, excited by the cunt lips she could
feel protruding from between the tightly clasped thighs of the
whimpering maid. "Who told you not to wear any panties?" she
asked.

"Mrs Danvers, Miss. I have to be available whenever Mr Danvers
wants me," Hazel whimpered, her pelvis tossing from side to side
as Sarah's fingers began a knowing examination of the girl's
privates. Outside, Hazel's vulva was warm but dry, the lips
smooth and hairless, while inside, within their joint, Sarah's
finger found her warm and moist, her cunt ready to grip the
finger that Sarah slid into her.

"Does he fuck you?" Sarah asked, as her finger slid with ease
inwards, up to her knuckle. Hazel hung her head in disgrace,
whimpering with embarrassment as she nodded. Sarah murmured,
withdrawing her finger to look at the gleaming digit scented with
Hazel's vaginal excretions.

"Yes Miss! He's rough and his large cock really hurts," the girl
confided.

Sarah let her go and licked her finger. "We will talk more about
this another time," she promised.

She hurried outside to where the girls were waiting, as they ran
about, playing Tag, then Catch before going to the swing and
climbing frame to dare each other into climbing, hanging and
walking along the high beam. Sarah cajoled the others as she
brazenly showed off her panties by swinging high or hanging by
her feet from the beam, until they were doing the same, laughing
and blushing, squealing and hugging themselves with their daring.

Time flew by, and as it began to get dark, Sarah let Sophie and
Chloe show her round the large and spacious house, the children
grinning at the marvel on Sarah's face as they showed her the
library, the dining room, the study, the utility room, adjoining
double garage, guest room over the garage, and then returning to
the bedrooms where there were three in all, two with their own
bathroom, the master bedroom with a separate dressing room too.

Returning to their bedroom, Sarah encouraged the girls to do some
more sums until it was time for dinner. It was eaten at the
family table, Hazel silently serving them while the girls spoke
excitedly about everything they'd done with Miss Jennings, and
how much she had helped them with their school work.

"You seem well advanced with your schooling," John remarked.

Sarah shrugged. "There was little else to do at St Mary's," she
admitted. Also, the Nuns used to punish us if we didn't
concentrate and get good marks.

"Something these two should bear in mind," Mrs Danvers said.

"Yes," John chuckled. "You can punish them, if they don't do as
they're told," he said.

"Yes Sir," Sarah agreed, and ate on, enjoying her meal.

The girls returned to their large bedroom and continued their
homework, often sighing with frustration as Miss Jennings shook
her head and demanded better concentration.

At seven she stopped them. "Chloe, it's time for your bath.
Sophie, you are to complete five of the equations on page 10,"
she said. "Anything less than four correct, and you will receive
three strokes of this across your bottom, holding up her ruler
and double for every additional problem you get wrong," she
warned.

"Three Miss!" Sophie wailed, her eyes looking in terror at the
evil looking questions on page 10.

"Come on! You should know these by now!" Sarah told her, taking
hold of Chloe's hand and ushering her into the bathroom.

Sarah shut the door and quickly undressed Chloe, then as the bath
was filling, wrapped her arms around her and hugged, her hands
exploring the delightfully smooth skin of her lovely body,
especially her lovely little bottom.        "Come along," she
urged, waiting beside the filled bath.

"Can I have some bubble bath please Miss?" she asked.

"Bubble Bath?" Sarah repeated.

It was on the shelf, in a bottle shaped like a jolly pirate, his
hat as a bottle top. Chloe climbed in and sank into the water, a
happy smile on her face as she disappeared beneath the thick
layer of bubbles.

Sarah let Chloe play for a while, and then began removing her
uniform. As she slowly undressed, she was conscious of the
growing silence from the bath as Chloe stopped her playing to
watch, her eyes big and round. Undressing at St Mary's had been
an easy and seldom lengthy task. There was little to take off,
and what there was seldom if ever had buttons, buckles or other
complicate fastenings.

Sarah enjoyed the feel of those eyes on her nakedness and slid
her hands over her firm young breasts, smiling as she felt her
nipples tingle and press into her palms. Her hands swept on
downwards, over her belly to meet at her groin, one to stroke her
pubic hair, springy curls released from their captivity in her
panties, the other to slide between parting thighs to re-acquaint
themselves with the sensitive lips of her cunt. Chloe's wide-eyed
stare only served to make her still more excited.

"Can I join you?" she asked, raising one leg onto the rim to
watch with a smile as Chloe's eyes were drawn to her cunt.

"OK," she murmured.

Sarah slid into the water and noticed how it gave her skin a
slightly oily feel, an added smoothness that was pleasant. She
sat up, water below her small, high breasts, and let Chloe watch
as she caressed them with soap and water, tickling her nipples
into stiffness.

"Let me see yours," Sarah told the little girl.

"I haven't got any, yet Miss," Chloe told her, sitting up and
looking down at her chest.

Sarah reached out and stroked the child's tiny breasts and
caressed her little nipples. "They'll soon grow," Sarah told her,
soaping the child's chest and rinsing her down with the bubble
filled water.

"I want ones like mummies," Chloe proclaimed.

"What's wrong with mine?" Sarah asked, pushing her shoulders back
and thrusting her chest forward, displaying the cherished orbs of
her small breasts to full advantage.

"They're a bit small!" Chloe told her, giggling and blushing
brightly.

"But they're firm!" Sarah pointed out, and took Chloe's hands to
lead them up to her breasts so she could feel them. "Do you see?"
she asked, tingling within as she saw the look on the child's
face. "If you want them to grow, then you have to smack them and
pinch your nipples hard," she told her.

"Go on, squeeze them!" Sarah urged, giggling mischievously as she
felt Chloe's little hands do that. "You'll have breasts like mine
and get curls down below, like these," Sarah explained, rising in
the bubble filled bath to show off her slender young cunt, the
little tuft of curls seeming to sprout from the very apex of her
smooth edged slit.

"Have you got any hair down there?" she asked.

Chloe shook her head, her ears burning as she looked at the
pretty cunt just a foot from her face.

"Come on, let me see," Sarah urged.

Chloe giggled and rose onto her knees, like Sarah in front of
her. Bubbles clung to her pale skin, but Sarah slid her hand
along to brush them away to leave the child completely naked in
front of her.

"I can see wisps of blonde hairs," Sarah told her, bending for a
closer look at the steep and full vulva curling enticingly
between her slender young thighs.

"Are there Miss?" Chloe asked hopefully. "Where?"

Sarah reached out again, this time to run her finger counter to
the little blond hairs that she could see running along her
pubescent pubis. Hence her finger began right on the front edge
of the girl's cunt, and ran upwards, away from it and towards her
navel.

"Do you think they'll darken soon Miss?" Chloe asked, hunching
over herself in an effort to see the miniscule hairs.

"Depends," Sarah told her, dropping into the water once more and
cupping it to lift and slide over her breasts. The sudden coating
of hot water brought her nipples erect and she squeezed them to
feel the sensation rush into her chest and groin.

"Depends on what?" Chloe asked, her fingers now sliding gently
over her pubis as, having not seen the hairs, she tried to feel
them.

"How often you masturbate," Sarah replied. "Everyone knows, that
the more you masturbate, the sooner you'll reach puberty," she
said teasingly.

"Masturbate?" Chloe murmured, looking down at herself and
wondering how to ask what it meant.

Chloe didn't need to. Sarah giggled and told her, making the
younger girl glow still brighter.

"I don't do that," Chloe told her, her face burning.

"I bet you do, just not very often, and not all the way," she
told her. Sarah had plenty of experience of little girls and
their sexual awakening. And she knew all about helping them along
too.

Chloe licked her lips and slid down into the water again,
wondering if she should admit to it or not.

"It's all right, Chloe," Sarah chuckled, reaching for her to
stroke her arm comfortingly. "You don't have to tell me. I'll
find out soon enough," she teased.

"It's only a game," Chloe confessed, looking into the bubbles as
her hands idly played with them. "It started because I got scared
of the noises at night, those coming from Mummy and Daddy's room.
Sophie let me get into her bed, and then she started this game,"
she murmured.

Sarah reached for Chloe and turned the girl so she could sit
between her thighs and rest back against Sarah's chest. Sarah
then gently caressed her upper body as she continued to tell of
their secret and nocturnal game.

"We would take off our nightgowns and lie still whilst the other
one tried to make us move by touching us with just one finger.

"At first it was easy, because Sophie is more ticklish that me,
but then she changed the rules and we're not allowed to win by
tickling. It has to be some other way," Chloe finished.

"So! Let me get this right," Sarah, concluded, her hands sliding
up the young girl's thighs to meet her little cunt. "You touch
each other here," she said.

Chloe drew in a sharp breath and nodded, a groan escaping her as
Sarah's clever fingers plucked her open, the gently stroked
within.

"Miss," Chloe whimpered, her pleasure beginning to grow.

"It's all right," Sarah murmured. She dropped her head to kiss
and lick Chloe's neck and shoulder, her fingers doing what they
had done many times with others; baring the little girl's
clitoris, then softly and gently playing with it, until she could
stand it no more and would jerk and quiver, gasping breathlessly
as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

Chloe was no different, perhaps more timid, but far less
frightened. She knew what was coming, and sat in the water
quivering, waiting for the pleasure to ascend upon her, claim her
and lift her.

Sarah felt, then heard the tell-tell signs, and knowing what was
coming, softly urged the young girl to let it happen.

"It's coming, it's coming," she whispered teasingly in her little
ear, fingers holding the resilient labia apart while her index
finger stroked around Chloe's swollen prepuce, sometimes over it,
sometimes alongside it, pressing softly, then firmly, until
Chloe's orgasm was imminent, at which point Sarah touched her
more intimately, bringing on her pleasure spike and smiling as
the child clung to her raised knees, gasping with the pleasure
that screamed a release, and then echoed deep within her.

"You won't tell Sophie that I told you, will you Miss?" Chloe
begged.

Sarah immersed herself in the large, warm, soft towels, inhaling
their pleasant fragrance while luxuriating in the warmth of the
bathroom. Such is heaven, she thought, and then smiled at Chloe
and kissed her gently on the cheek.

"Don't worry, Chloe. Your secret is safe with me," she answered.

***

Back in the bedroom, Sophie was nervously looking at her work,
and while Chloe got ready for bed, climbing into her nightgown
and combed her hair, Sarah stood over Sophie to look down and
mark her work.

"Two wrong," she told her, circling the girl's mistakes to
highlight the simple errors. "You need to remember to do
everything inside the brackets first," she reminded her, putting
down the pencil and sighing. "That will mean six strokes," Sarah
told her.

"Oh! That's not fair! It was only a silly mathematical problem!"
Sophie complained.

Sarah looked at her, watching as the girl folded her arms and
pouted.
"Go to the bathroom, Sophie," she warned.

"Or what Miss? You'll call daddy, I suppose," Sophie teased.

Chloe watched from across the room, halting the comb in her hair
as she stared wide-eyed at what was happening.

Sarah smiled, her eyes cold as she looked at the child.

"Do you think I need your father to make you do what I want?" she
asked softly but sharply. "Do you think all the girls in the
orphanage liked each other, that there weren't bullies, those
that liked hurting others, stealing from them, ganging up on
them? Do you really think your defiance is going to stop me from
taking you into the bathroom and giving your bottom ten strokes
of your ruler? She asked.

Sophie blushed and looked away. "But you said six Miss," she
reminded her, her eyes moistening as she came to realise she
would have to do what she was told.

"Those that don't do as they're told straight away, get extra.
It's going to be twelve in a minute, if you don't hurry into that
bathroom and take your clothes off!" Sarah warned.

"Oh! That's not fair Miss!" Sophie squealed, but knowing she was
beaten ran into the bathroom.

Sarah, before following Sophie into the bathroom, stopped to
point a finger at Chloe. "Don't you dare listen at the door!" she
warned. "I want to find you in bed and ready to go to sleep by
the time I get back!" she told her.

Chloe grinned and nodded. As if she'd ever do such a naughty
thing, and she giggled with the thought of it.

Sarah closed the bathroom door and put the ruler down on the
toilet seat.

"Please Miss! You won't hit me hard, will you?" she begged, her
hands coyly trying to hide her naked charms from her governess's
piercing gaze.

Sarah thought of how Sophie looked every bit a fourteen-year-old,
but sounded like a ten-year-old, as she begged to get out of her
punishment. She'd always hated having to listen to girls beg.
Didn't they realise that the more they begged the more punishment
they received?

"You need to learn to take your punishments," Sarah told her, and
for the second time that evening began to undress herself.

"It's all right for you Miss; you're used to it," Sophie
complained.

Sarah slid from her panties to straighten in front of the younger
girl and feel her eyes on her, sliding from the high perch of her
breasts, down the slope of her tight belly to her cunt where a
little thatch of fine dark hair had started to grow.

"No! You never get used to it," Sarah told her. "If anything,
each punishment gets harder, because you know just how much its
going to hurt," she explained.

"Now get into the bath and present your bottom," Sarah explained.

"In the bath?" Sophie asked.

Sarah nodded. "That way, if you lose control, you won't pee all
over the floor," she said, hiding a smile.

Sophie got into the bath, her lower lip caught between her teeth
as she worked on not saying anything.

"Thighs wide apart!" Sarah ordered, watching as she got into
position facing the tiled wall, then lifted her arms to lay her
hands flat on the wall before then dipping her back and thrusting
her bottom out, parting the cheeks to reveal her charms to Sarah,
for the first time.

"I'm going to be kind to you, as it's your first time," Sarah
told her, picking up the ruler and moving to one side, then
placing one hand on Sophie's bottom.

The first stroke landed and the child gasped and jumped, flexing
and panting with the sharp explosion of pain. Sarah placed her
hand over the imprint and squeezed. Then, she drew her arm back
once more, waited a moment to watch as Sophie clenched her bottom
in anticipation, and then delivered the second one even harder.

"Please Miss!!" Sophie gasped, jerking as the sharp pain spread
throughout her sensitive bottom.

As swiftly as the pain came, it went again, rubbed away by
Sarah's hand as it squeezed and kneaded her flesh, until one warm
sensation, was replaced by another.

The hand stopped kneading and Sophie groaned her head bowed as
she waited for her third stroke. It landed, the pain racing after
it, then halted as the hand squeezed and caressed again, the
fingers sliding between her bottom cheeks.

The fingers departed, the hand rising away from her. On the one
hand, Sophie could sigh and relax from the added tension the
intimate caress had brought. On the other hand, another stroke
was about to land, and she tensed her bottom in anticipation.

Sarah smiled as she delivered another stroke, a good firm strike
on the plumpest part of Sophie's bottom. It caused another slow
jerk, then a breathless return, quivering slightly as Sarah's
hand began its gentle kneading of the tingling flesh, fingers
turned to slide between the cheeks, discovering the moist and
tender flesh that made Sophie gasp as it was touched.

"You're getting excited," Sarah announced, trailing her moist
fingertip back, to anoint the young girl's anus with her own
moisture.

"I'm not Miss!" Sophie gasped, jerking from the inquisitive
finger.

"So you prefer it, if I just used my hand?" she asked, delivering
a sound slap to Sophie's bottom, one given without any
accompanying stroking.

"Please Miss!" Sophie begged.

Sophie gasped and then groaned. Her bottom rotated as she was
forced to endure the slow itching heat that had been driven into
her from the slap without the comforting, pleasuring touches that
accompanied them.

Sarah gave her another sharp slap, driving her hand into the
fullest part of Sophie's bottom to then smile as the child bit
her lip and sobbed through her teeth, her bowed body shaking as
she tried absorbing the blossoming spanking sensation.

"Do you want my caresses, or my slaps?" Sarah asked, whispering
into Sophie's ear whilst the girl continued her slow recovery
from the last slap.

When Sophie didn't answer quickly enough, Sarah delivered a
further harsh slap to the fullest part of her bottom to find
herself smiling as Sophie wailed and squirmed.

"Keep your hands on the wall," Sarah warned, seeing Sophie was
tempted to reach back to rub at her bottom.

"You have only to ask me," Sarah teased softly, her hand hovering
above Sophie's bottom, near enough to feel the heat radiating
from it.

No answer. Sarah raised her hand, her fingers tingling in
anticipation of giving her another harder slap, when Sophie
sobbed and shook her head.

"Please Miss!" she whispered.

Sarah hesitated. "Push your bottom out," she said.

Sophie shook as she obeyed, opening her bottom and hiding her
burning face as she felt herself exposed.

"Now, tell me," Sarah murmured.

"Please Miss! No more slaps," Sophie murmured.

"Don't tell me what you don't want," Sarah told her. "Tell me
what you do want," she said.

There was silence, and Sarah made to lift her hand, when Sophie
suddenly spoke.

"For you to touch me Miss," she said, all in one breath, while
her body shook.

Sarah smiled and let her hand descend, following the steep curve
under Sophie's little bottom whilst her fingers trailed teasingly
along her anal crease. Her smile broadened as she felt Sophie's
quivering grow, and heard her breath quicken.

"The nuns loved it when they found that the pain excited us,"
Sarah recalled.

Her fingers slid beneath Sophie's bottom, their caresses making
the girl gasp and pant.

"They punished us much harder then," she explained, delving
within to coat her fingertips with Sophie's slippery wetness. He
fingers moved and pressed, as she listened to Sophie's shortened
breath to know where she was most sensitive.

"Some had to be sent to the doctor," she told her. Sarah smiled
as she recalled the screams that came through the surgery door,
and the smug look on the nun's faces, the wonder in the girl's
softly spoken explanation as, later, after dark, they'd listen to
the story of her ordeal.

Sophie was panting and rocking, her clitoris open and slick with
moisture. Sarah moved her fingers back and forth, flicking out of
the mouth to the little cunt to then slide smoothly backwards
onto her puckered anus.

"No Miss!" Sophie gasped, tensing.

"Why not. You like it there," Sarah told her. Her finger
returning to gather fresh warm wetness, and anointed her anus
with it, her finger tips beginning to press inwards.

"No, please Miss," Sophie, whimpered.

"There's no hiding from me," Sarah told her.

"I don't want it. Not there," Sophie breathed.

Sarah pushed her finger deep into Sophie's anus and smiled as she
shook. "There! Isn't that nice?" she asked, the tip of her finger
dipping in and out, educating it into accepting the sensation.

Sophie panted, her eyes wide but unseeing.

"Do you want me to continue with the slaps?" Sarah teased.

"No," Sophie told her. She bit her lip and craned her head back.
The finger went in and out. Sensations spiralled within her, then
surged. She couldn't think or hardly support herself; sharp
nailed fingers were now in her anus and pinching her clitoris
igniting an orgasm stronger than anything she had previously
felt.

Sarah watched, holding her fingers submerged within the girl's
anus and cunt as the child's muscles rippled and tensed.

"Remember! This is how I always punish naughty girls," Sarah
explained.

******

When the children were asleep, Sarah tiptoed across the hall and
knocked on her employer's bedroom door, blushing brightly as Mrs
Danvers answered.

"Good girl! I knew that we wouldn't need to fetch you," she said,
with a smile.

Hazel was there, timidly trying to hide her nakedness. In a
comfortable chair and looking at her whilst sipping a drink, Mr
Danvers sat naked his large cock erect and engorged.

Sarah had only seen her father's cock flaccid and that was large
to her then, but Mr Danvers cock now erect was huge and that
really shocked her, the sight of it however was strangely
exciting. The two sensations made her shake, a part of her
wanting to run and hide, the other wanting to kneel and feel its
length and girth and to inhale its scent.

"What's the matter? Haven't you seen a large cock before?" Hilda
asked, watching her reaction, with a smile.

Sarah shook her head and licked her lips. "No Madam! Is he going
to use it in me?" she asked, afraid to, and yet wanting to.

Hilda laughed.

John grinned and placing a hand around its girth started to
stroke it whilst he looking at Hazel.

"No! Not yet. We thought we would introduce you to it slowly,"
Hilda explained.

"How are the girls coming along?" John asked, putting his drink
down. Releasing his cock he leant forward and took hold of Hazel.
He then dragged the unwilling girl onto his lap and placed his
cock between her legs, with the head standing well above her
thighs.

Sarah explained what she and done so far and Hilda nodded.

"We were wondering what they thought of Hazel's screams?" she
asked Sarah.

"Well, they told me that they can hear them, but only Chloe
showed any real concern," Sarah told them.

"When will they be ready?" John asked.

"It all depends on how quickly you want me to bring them on," she
told them.

"What would you have done if they were new to your dormitory?"
John asked, his wandering hands making Hazel squirm, her face a
mirror of her unhappiness.

"Well! I would make them compete for my affections. I would
decide which one I wanted the least, and then set about coercing
her into making the one I really wanted jealous, eventually
becoming my little favourite," Sarah told them.

"A competition?" Hilda asked, smiling knowingly.

Sarah nodded. There were usually at least rthree older girls in
each dormitory that thought it their right to 'introduce'
newcomers to the pleasures of our secret nocturnal activities.

"Which of our girls do you think would be the easiest to bring
on?" John asked.

Sarah licked her lips and glanced at Mrs Danvers before she
decided to speak.

"It's not the easiest that you should bring on first," she
explained. "It's the eldest. You have to bring Sophie on first.
Then, if she's not cooperative when she sees Chloe being brought
on, she would be punished until she yields," she explained.

"When?" Hilda asked, whilst her husband nuzzled Hazel's neck.

"A week Madam," Sarah suggested.

"You have three days," Hilda told her, and smiled. "Now, let's go
have some fun!"

Fun, to begin with for Sarah was kneeling astride Mrs Danvers
face and having her cunt licked, whilst she got to watch Mr
Danvers fucking the young maid.

The comfortable chair was brought up to the side of the bed so
that Sarah would get a closer look at the proceedings, and Hazel
was put over it, her upper body bent over its back, out of sight,
while her thighs were spread and her pretty little cunt ready for
the taking.

Hilda's breath washed across Sarah's cunt, and the woman's long
tongue reached impossibly deeply into her. Meanwhile, no more
than four feet in front of her, Mr Danvers presented his erect
cock and, bending his knees, drew the tip through Hazel's
fledging cunt, drawing her labia apart and exposing the girl's
bright pink interior.

Sarah squeezed her breasts, finger and thumb coming together
behind her aching nipples, while Mr Danvers held his breath, one
hand on his massive cock the other holding Hazel still.

Wide eyed, Sarah watched him enter the young maid. His breath
hissed out of his mouth as he forced his cock in and causing her
cunt to bulge out painfully around it.

Sarah whimpered, rotating with the urge to have her prepuce
licked. The tongue, inside her cunt curled, drawing out her
succulent wetness, and flicked forward to drive its tip under the
hood of her prepuce.

Sarah sobbed. She'd seldom felt such finesse. Hands, large but
feminine, rose to grip her hips, then moved downwards to her
bottom, the fingers digging into the resilient cheeks and pulling
them apart, until her anus was left defenceless.

Mr Danvers finished easing himself into Hazel's cunt and stopped
to regain his breath. Sarah could only stare, his loins were
still not touching her bottom, and his large cock only half way
inside her little cunt.

Hilda pushed Sarah forward slightly, and with a catch of her own
breath, Sarah felt the warm and slippery tongue attack her anus.
She'd rarely found any little girl at St Mary's who liked licking
her there, but Hilda was not only licking her, but was thinning
her tongue and pushing it into her, forcing her to open her anus
to have it wriggle deeper inside.

Mr Danvers held onto Hazel's hips, holding her still as he drew
all but the tip of his cock out. It gleamed, visibly throbbing,
then he quickly forced it back in, a look of anguish and pleasure
on his face, as Hazel screamed and struggled.

Now that Sarah could hear Hazel's screams herself, she knew why
it worried Chloe so much, for it wasn't the sound of lust, so
much as grief. It delayed Sarah's pleasure, but not by long. The
woman's tongue fluttering between her clitoris and her anus could
not be denied her for long. And the man's quickening pace,
despite her wails, was not a sight she could ignore.

Having learnt over the years, Sarah's orgasm was silent. She
tightened her grip of her small breasts, the pain adding to her
lust as it imploded within her, rising so incredibly from her
anus as much as her cunt, rising in a crescendo that made her
shake with delight.

John had no such constraint, and he welcomed his release with a
strident cry, holding himself in the screaming young maid, as he
filled her with his seed.

The night was far from over. Mr and Mrs Danvers sat on the end of
the bed and Sarah and Hazel were put to pleasuring them with
their mouths.

Sarah fondled his cock with some curiosity, weighing his balls
and watching his reaction as she lifted them, pulled and squeezed
upon them. Then she stroked its length and girth using her hands
and fingers, teasing, learning, and smiling knowingly as his
breath shortened.

Having proved to herself that she could control the man's
strident cock, Sarah began to learn to use her mouth, firstly to
run her tongue along the shaft, quickly finding the underside was
the most tender, then to suck on it, licking the spongy head
within her mouth whilst allowing her saliva to leak down the
shaft where her hands could capture it and work it into the skin.

His hand came to her head, pushing it gently down on his shaft as
his breath shortened and quickened. She stroked him with greater
speed and suckled the head, grinning inside as she heard his
groan.  He was going to come soon, Sarah could guess it, and she
laboured hard to bring him on, hands on his staff, lips
tightening around the shaft as it swelled.

He cried out, the hand on her head tightening, holding her there
as spurting sperm erupted into her mouth, filling it with the
unique taste of male seed.

As he shrank, so Sarah lifted her head, swallowed and licked her
lips. She grinned proudly up at him, giggling at the look of
satisfaction written all over his features.

He was done after two orgasms, but that didn't stop him lying
back with his legs bent to his chest, demanding Hazel lick the
large and dark ring of his own anus, pumping it with a stiffened
tongue while Sarah attended to Mrs Danvers.

Sarah had plenty of experience in licking cunts, and not only
enjoyed it, but took pride in her ability. So Mrs Danvers wasn't
lost on the girl's skills, but found herself drawn ever upwards,
and yet held back from her own orgasm.

The woman panted, her chest beginning to ache with her ever
greater need for oxygen, and yet still the girl's tongue delved
and probed, exciting the woman past anything she'd so far
experienced.

Only when Sarah truly felt the woman would become numb to any
further touching, did she apply herself fully to bringing the
woman off. Then it took her tongue, a hand to pull her pubis
upwards, further extending her clitoris from it home, and two
fingers; one to enter the woman's clasping anus, the other to
drive into her cunt, pressing harshly on her clitoris where the
most intense orgasms could be given.

Experience and knowledge fled under the strong animal sensations
released within her cunt by Sarah's clever fingers, mouth and
tongue. A cry was torn from Mrs Danvers, even as her body was
jerked into an arch, her thighs straining to close and her hips
tossing in an effort to evade further touches as intense, violent
pleasure was released from deep within her.

Sarah fought on, giving Mrs Danvers her first ever multiple
orgasm, an orgasm in which she could only shudder and fold upon,
breath, voice and muscle control driven from her by the strength
of her pleasure.

***

On her way back to her room, Sarah crept up to the girl's bedroom
door and then opened it and listened. The girls were awake and
breathlessly whispering to each other, their low voices
suggesting that they were huddled together in one bed.

Sarah crept in and suddenly turned on the light. Across the room,
the duvet was thrown back and their little faces peered over it
in shock.

"Chloe, get back into your bed," Sarah shouted.

"We were just playing 'House' Miss," Sophie told her, blushing
with Chloe as her little sister slid out of the bed naked,
struggling to find her nightgown before hurrying back to her own
bed.

"Do you know what happens to little girls who lie?" Sarah asked.

Sophie's blushes turned to paleness.

Sarah went to Sophie's bed and drew down the covers, only to find
that she was also naked. Gathering the covers up she made a
bolster in the middle of the bed that would support the child's
weight.

"Get over the bolster with your bottom facing upwards," Sarah
ordered.

Sophie swallowed and slowly rose.

"Please, Miss," she whimpered.

Sarah sighed. "Are you going to tell me the truth?"

Sophie chewed her lip and nodded. She then hesitantly explained
the game they playing, her story matching that of her younger
sister.

Sarah nodded and pointed a stern finger towards the girl. "Lie to
me again, and you will be punished!" Sarah warned her.

Perhaps bringing these little tarts on quickly wouldn't be so
difficult, she thought, slipping through the connecting door to
her own bedroom.

***

The following morning, Sarah sat in the kitchen and savoured a
hot chocolate, a drink she rarely had at St Mary's. She knew that
it would lose its distinction now she could have it whenever she
wanted, so she savoured it.


Hazel came in and went about her duties. She looked towards Sarah
occasionally, but Sarah ignored her. Mrs Danvers appeared and
went to pour herself a cup of coffee.

"That stupid girl can't even make sure there's enough coffee in
the pot." She complained.

"Hazel!" she called out.

At the sound of that strident voice, the young girl came rushing
through, a look of terror on her face.

"Look! No coffee!" Hilda shouted, holding the pot up for her to
see.

"Oh, I'm sorry Madam. I'll make a fresh pot," Hazel cried
hurriedly.

"It's too late now, you stupid girl!" Hilda told her. "Undress!"
she told her, and strode over to the broom cupboard.

Sarah sipped her hot chocolate and watched with idle curiosity as
Hazel speedily shed her clothes, all the while casting nervous
glances towards Mrs Danvers as she rummaged through the broom
cupboard.

Hilda found what she was looking for and then came striding back,
rolling up her sleeves. She carried with her a bunch of slender
twigs, the type used to make patio brooms. There were about a
dozen twigs, bound at one end, but left uncut and uneven at their
far end.

She then moved two wooden kitchen chairs into the middle of the
kitchen, placing them back-to-back so that they formed a ridge in
the centre.

"You know the position!" Mrs Danvers told her.

Hazel looked terrified as she climbed up onto one the chairs and
then swung her leg over the other to straddling them. This parted
her bottom cheeks and left her cunt directly over the ridge.

"Sit!" Mrs Danvers ordered.

Now the girl looked even more terrified, and visibly shook, as
she carefully lowered herself onto the ridge her hands clasped
together and reaching out to beg for her mistress's mercy.

"Put your arms behind your back, or do you want me to call Mr
Danvers to do that for you?" she asked.

Hazel shook her head violently from side to side and reluctantly
pulled her arms behind her, beginning to cry as she pushed her
breasts forward.

There was an evil gleam behind Hilda's eyes as she looked at the
girl and drew in breath. Sarah had seen that look many times on
the nun's faces, as they got ready to punish a sinner.

"You are going to learn my girl!" Mrs Danvers told the sobbing,
shaking girl, and swept the bound twigs across her breasts.

Hazel howled and clutched at her breasts that were marked by long
scratches left by the passing of the twigs, the vivid red lines
growing deeper towards their very tips.

Sarah licked her lips, disturbed by the tingle between her thighs
as the girl forced herself to sit astride the ridge, tears
gleaming on her cheeks as she slowly drew her arms back, offering
up her shaking breasts.

"You will learn!" Mrs Danvers said as she delivered the twigs in
a backhanded sweep that ensured the girl's breasts were uniformly
marked from both sides.

Hazel screamed, from the pain in her cunt and from the pain that
swept deep into her firm young breasts.

Hilda took a deep and steadying breath and flung the twigs down.
"Now! Put those away, get dressed and make some bloody coffee,"
she told the weeping girl.

"Sarah, come with me," she said.

Sarah followed her into the lounge and, seeing the woman begin to
undress, got down onto her knees in obedient readiness.

Freed of her skirt, her panties slid down recently shaven legs to
end up lying on the discarded skirt. She sat down and moved her
crotch to the settees edge.

"Hurry," she said.

Sarah needed no urging. She dived between the woman's
outstretched thighs and began to lick at the furrow, licking the
wetness from labia and inner thighs before delving into the slit
to drink the fluid filling her cunt.

Fingers joined in, pulling at her labia, teasing her vagina
mouth, her uterus and prepuce.

Mrs Danvers began to pant. Her hands came down to guide Sarah's
mouth where she needed it, and Sarah stopped her playing to
concentrate on bringing the woman to satisfaction.

In minutes the woman was there, and Sarah's face was rising with
the woman's cunt as it lifted off the settee to hover in the air,
quivering as she gave down more sweet spending, her warm thighs
shaking with muscular tension to either side of her.

"Oh, that was good," she sighed. For a moment she was still,
savouring the afterglow of her climax, then she rose and began
dressing again. "I have some ladies from the Women's Guild coming
round this afternoon, so when the girls get home from school, I
want you to keep them quiet, or even better take them into the
garden," she explained.

Sarah nodded and watched silently as, Hazel crept in carrying a
cup of coffee for her mistress, her head submissively lowered.

"What's that, coffee?" Hilda asked. "No, I don't want coffee. Go
make me a cup of tea," she told the whimpering girl, sighing and
shaking her head as the maid shook and made the cup rattle in its
saucer.

The girls wouldn't be home until the afternoon, so Sarah went
into Mr Danvers's study to satisfy her curiosity on the subject
of the books she'd seen in there when being shown around the
house. He had many books, and being a neat man, the books were
segregated into subject matter, with fiction off to one side.

Sarah curled up on the couch with a small pile of National
Geographic magazines and was soon engrossed in them, time flying
by so it was with some surprise that she saw Hazel coming in to
tell her the girls had returned, and were changing out of their
uniforms before coming down for a bite to eat, and would she like
something too.

Sarah put aside the magazine she'd been reading and stopped Hazel
as she turned to go.

"Those twigs across your breasts and sitting on the ridge, looked
painful," she remarked.

Hazel gave a sharp little nod. "Yes! It hurts for a long time
afterwards, too," she said, nodding again, like a formal bow,
almost.

"Have you put any cream on the grazes?" she asked, standing.

"Cream? A punishment shouldn't be soothed, otherwise it is not a
punishment, Mrs Danvers always tells me." Hazel explained.

Sarah smiled and shook her head. "True! But when it is given in
haste, in anger, then the after-pain is unnecessary." She said,
leading her to the kitchen where she knew there was a small
medicine cabinet.

She found a cream for small cuts and grazes, and told her to
remove her upper garments.

Hazel's conical breasts pointed upwards, her light skin providing
a soft tone to her skin, and darkening her nipples to a rich and
dark cherry. The cuts from the twigs travelled in short lines of
varying length, growing deeper as the maid's breasts swelled
upwards. The skin was torn and, at their deepest, had drawn drops
of blood that had hardened in the wounds.

Sarah put the cream on her finger and gently drew it along each
graze in turn, the girl catching her breath as the cream stung
her deeper cuts. Slowly, with the girl blushing, her nipples
grew, extending upwards into stiff points.

"Your breasts are very tender," Sarah remarked, stroking the firm
young cones, ostensibly to work the cream into the cuts, but
taking a delight in feeling the stiffened nipples and seeing the
skin grow flushed.

Hazel licked her lips, her breath growing slightly louder through
her parted lips. "You can stop now, thank you," she murmured
timidly.

Sarah took the girl's nipples in her fingers and pinched them. "I
will stop when I wish too. Do you understand?" she asked the
maid, and looked into her eyes as she waited for a reply.

The girl's ees lowered, watching her nipples being pinched and
squeezed, her chest beginning to rise and fall with her greater
effort to breathe.

"I want to watch you have an orgasm," Sarah murmured.

"Please Miss! I am still sore there," Hazel pleased.

"Do it!" Sarah ordered.

"I don't, I've never," the girl stammered, meekly obeying Sarah
and beginning to slowly gather her uniform about her waist to
expose her nakedness.

"You have a nice skin colour," Sarah murmured, touching the
maid's thigh and running her fingers along the slender plain of
her hip. She was more mature than Sarah, her breasts larger, a
different shape, but fuller about their base. Her hips had
swelled, giving weight and shape to her upper thighs, a shape
Sarah ached to gain.

Sarah stroked Hazel's thighs, her mouth parting to allow her to
breathe more deeply as her thoughts moistened her cunt. She felt
the shaking of her body through her flesh, increasing as Sarah
moved her fingers along the warm flesh, across to her sloping
belly.

"Smooth skin too! There would have been a dozen girls wanting to
lay with you at St Mary's," Sarah told her. It was perhaps an
over exaggeration, but it made the girl jerk and lose her breath,
her eyes rising to look at Sarah.

"What! Girl on girl," she whispered.

Sarah nodded and smiled. "Yes! Just like Mrs Danvers and you, and
me," Sarah agreed. Her fingers met the soft and silken hair of
Hazel's pubic hair and combed it while watching the girl lick her
lip and shake.

"I was taught; that girl on girl was bad," Hazel panted.

"Does this feel bad?" Sarah asked. Her fingers ran down the outer
side of the girl's labia, stroking with gentleness to bring her
slowly, slowly on.

"Which is nicer?" Sarah asked, her fingers now squeezing Hazel's
labia together, her closing fingers working gently against each
other, just enough to quicken Hazel's excitement. "This, or Mr
Danvers's large cock?"

Hazel blushed.

Sarah leant towards the girl and waited for her face to slowly
rise, positioning her lips for gentle kissing.

Hazel's lips were full and succulent, parting with an erotic
reluctance to allow Sarah to flick her tongue within her mouth,
just as her fingers slid along her furrow, pressing it open so
her digit could slide into the warm and moist haven within.

"Mm," she breathed, pressing the girl against the counter as her
finger delved into her cunt and learnt the contours of her vulva.

The wetness grew, and Sarah's finger worked all the harder to
have the extra liquid passed around, worked fully into the girl's
cunt.

Hazel panted into Sarah's face while her hands gave up on her
uniform to grip Sarah's shoulders instead.

Sarah sank her head to the upper slope of Hazel's breasts to kiss
and suck on the flesh, one hand between her quivering thighs,
working their best to bring Hazel over that edge, while the other
gripped and squeezed her nearest breast, tilting it up so Sarah
could bathe the beaten nipple with her saliva and rasp her tongue
across its tenderised flesh.

"No, no, I don't want to," Hazel began to pant, her hands
struggling to push Sarah away from her.

Sarah's fingers were bathed in liquid heat, fluid covered labia
parting easily to the two straightened fingers that Sarah swept
back and forth, sometimes entering Hazel's responsive cunt,
whilst at other times, sliding past to ram her fingers along her
bottom crease to the girl's quivering anus.

"No, no!" the maid breathlessly whimpered, twisting and turning,
yet unable to close her thighs against the double fingers sliding
smoothly back and firth between her cunt lips.

"Yes you do," Sarah answered. She gave up her grip on Hazel's
breast to rush it down and back, to grip the girl's full bottom
cheek and pull it from it's twin.

"No!" Hazel sang, rising on her toes as she tried levering
herself away from Sarah.

Sarah pressed two slippery coated fingers into Hazel's cunt and
grinned at how responsive her passage had become, educated into
becoming that way by being roughly fucked. Those fingers, coated
in fresh slippery dew, ran smoothly forward to press the girl's
prepuce down, sandwiching her clitoris between rapidly rubbing
fingers and the hard seat of her pelvic girdle. And as Hazel's
eyes and mouth opened in startled shock of the pleasure storm
released inside of her, the fingers left the stamping of her
clitoris to rush back, across the tightly clenched sphincter of
her cunt, to invade her anus.

Sarah slid half a digit into Hazel's anus and watched with a wide
grin as the girl's startled expression evaporated under a second
convulsive and prolonged orgasm. The shock of it made her lunge
towards Sarah, where she held her for all her life was worth, her
body loosing control of itself as pleasure echoed within her,
beating off her breasts, her cunt, her belly, back, thighs and
bottom, to leave her gasping and quivering in the other's close
embrace.

"Was that nice?" Sarah teased, watching Hazel's slow recovery.

The girl blushed and turned away. "We should not do such things,"
she murmured, her body bowed as she reached down for her half
lowered panties.

Sarah took the opportunity to slap the offered bottom, and as the
girl jerked upright, grabbed her hair to pull her face close to
her own.

"We do what I want, understand?" she asked.

"But I am Mrs Danvers's maid," Hazel sobbed.

"Her first, and me second. What you want no longer counts!" Sarah
said pulling harder on the girl's hair.

"Yes, yes Miss!" Hazel wept.

Sarah heard the girl's voices and released Hazel, to turn and
smile as they entered the kitchen enquiring after their day and
what they had done.

"I got my first 'B' in maths today Miss," Sophie beamed.

"Your first! My, my!" Sarah chuckled, causing Sophie to blush
slightly.

Hazel quietly served up sandwiches, milk and crisps, and sat down
quietly in the corner to wait for the children to finish.

The girls chatted excitedly to Sarah who had many questions about
school, their friends, and their teachers. As they finished,
Chloe earned herself a scowl as she cleaned her hands on her
jeans, Sarah explained about their mother wanting to have
silence, so she suggested they go to the summerhouse.

"There's nothing to do out there Miss," Chloe complained, leaning
back so Hazel could take her plate.

"Well, why don't we invite Hazel to come play with us? I bet she
knows plenty of games," Sarah smiled.

Hazel shook her head and waved her arms. "I know no games," she
offered.

"Oh, I'm sure you do!" Sarah teased. "What about those that Mr
Danvers taught you?" she asked.

Hazel's face was a picture of horror, embarrassment, nervousness
and fright.

"Come along, girls!" she called. "We're going to have a really
exciting time!" she giggled.

Sophie took Sarah's arm and held it as they walked along the
garden path to the summerhouse; a wooden structure with front
panels that could be folded back on fine days, but otherwise kept
the building secure and more importantly private.

"Does Daddy do something to her, to have her make those sounds
she makes at night, Miss?" she asked softly, full of curiosity.

"Well, of course he does," Sarah, told her, grinning at the
girl's surprised expression. "Question is, can we make her sound
like that too," she giggled.

Sophie's expression turned to a grin too, and with added
excitement she walked along beside Sarah to reach the building, a
fresh and excited spring to her step.

The inside of the summerhouse was pleasant and very comfortable,
with a bar to the back, high stools in front of it, and
comfortable cane furniture placed around a large coffee table.

Sophie had watched her parents often enough to know how to switch
on the wall lights, and turn up the heating. Chloe, meanwhile,
raided the small fridge behind the bar to reappear carrying cans
of Coke for each of them, while Sarah watched, and Hazel stood
idly to one side, a nervous look in her eyes.

"Do you know why you're here?" Sarah asked Hazel, gently stroking
her arm while smiling softly at the timid maid. The girl shook
her head, but her eyes held a suspicion and looked about her in
the hope of some escape. Sarah smiled and gently moved her hair
back, behind her ear. "The girls have been asking me about the
screams they can hear at night, and want to see the cause of it,"
she explained.

Hazel blushed and hurriedly looked away from the three of them.
"It is private.  Mr and Mrs Danvers would not like me telling
anyone," she mumbled.

"Well as we can't do that, perhaps instead I can demonstrate just
how we were punished whenever the nuns found us in bed with
another girl?" she suggested.

The girls gasped, Chloe's eyes widening while Sophie's face
coloured.

"They used a birch. Four or five twigs put together, tightened at
one end, left to scatter and open out at the other," she
explained. "I could show them, using your bottom. I could show
them how it struck, how it hurt, how it cut the flesh of our
little bottoms," she murmured, moving closer to Hazel to nuzzle
her neck and stroke her hair.

"Would you like that?" she asked, her free hand resting lightly
on her belly to feel the child's quickened breath. "Or shall we
show them just what Mr Danvers does to you most evenings, while
Mrs Danvers watches?"

"Mummy watches?" Chloe gasped, her eyes becoming large ovals.

"Oh yes. She loves seeing your daddy at work, doesn't she,
Hazel?" Sarah asked, teasing the poor maid, smiling at her while
she quivered and fought to control herself.

"They will punish me, if they know," she mumbled softly.

"Then we will have to keep it a secret," she told them.

Sophie and Chloe nodded their heads in eagerness, Sophie also
giving the Girl Guide Promise, while Chloe crossed her heart and
promised to die, for good measure.

"Anyway! They wouldn't punish you as badly as I would," Sarah
reminded the maid.

The coffee table was moved off to one side so one of the low and
comfortable chairs could be put in front of the settee. With a
cane surround, the large oval cushion created a reclined chair,
nice for those intimate moments, and perfect for naughty games.

Sophie and Chloe giggled and held each other, watching with bated
breath and glowing pink face while Sarah steered Hazel onto the
bed-like seat, and then knelt beside her to oversee the
development of the game.

"Firstly! She has to bare herself to them both, don't you,
Hazel?" Sarah told the girls, and leant over the reclining maid
in order to undo the belt at her waist, and then open the large
and easily parted buttons of her single piece uniform.

"They would punish me if I didn't!" she whimpered, looking from
one to the other in the hope that they understood.

"We know," Sarah soothed, the politics totally beyond her. She
drew the uniform apart and allowed the children to see Hazel's
conical breasts, her flawless skin marred by the healing welts
that scoured her rising flesh, her belly, her flared hips and the
thick white panties she wore because of the cold outdoors, that
hid her cunt.

"Your mother punished her breasts this morning," Sarah remarked,
tracing one of the more vivid cuts and smiling as the nipple
start to swell and extend.

"Wow, does she like that?" Sophie asked watching, mesmerized, as
Sarah's fingers reached the dark stud and flicked it.

"Her breasts are still very tender," Sarah mentioned while Hazel
looked up at her with large and trusting eyes.

"Are you going to take her panties off too Miss?" Chloe wanted to
know.

"In a minute," Sarah nodded. She wanted to tease them first, and
smiled at the girl's, sliding her fingers down the slope of
Hazel's breast and then down to her tummy.

Sarah's fingers edged under the narrow waistband of Hazel's
panties, and the maid clutched at Sarah's wrist, stopping the
fingers from going any lower while she panted for breath.

Sarah looked down at her, waiting for the maid to look back at
her, her eyes filled with nervousness.

"You will let me do this, or I will send Chloe to get me some
twigs from the garden, whilst Sophie and I tie you down over one
of the stools, to have your bottom whipped. Which do you want?"
she asked.

With a long and deep whimpering sound, Hazel relinquished her
grip on Sarah's wrist, and panted as the hand slid deeper within
her panties, sliding through the short hairs on her pubis to curl
and follow her body's descent between her thighs.

"Open them!" Sarah urged softly, a fingertip on the maid's furled
cunt just above the joining of her thighs.

"Please," Hazel whimpered

"I wont tell you again!" Sarah warned, invoking an age-old saying
of many of the nuns. Few girls continued their awkwardness after
that term was uttered; fewer still ever did it a second time.

Sarah watched the children, their eyes staring at the maid's
parting thighs and the shape of Sarah's fingers under the thick
but stretched gusset. They were both aglow, their eyes wide and
their mouths half open, both girls so alike despite their age
differences. Heads close together, they looked along the widening
gap of Hazel's thighs to where her panties had once been crushed
up against her cunt, now eased away by Sarah's industrious
fingers.

"No you don't!" Sarah said, seeing Hazel look up at her and
moisten her lips in readiness to beg again. "Not another word,"
she warned, slipping her moistened finger from where it had been
stroking the soft flesh to add to her other hand to ease the
girl's panties from her hips, dragging them all the way down, and
off.

Throwing the panties aside, Sarah pushed Hazel's knees wide apart
exposing her cunt to the eager eyes of her young charges.

"Now! Let's see, what does Mr Danvers do exactly? Isn't it
something like this?" Sarah asked.

Her fingers parted Hazel's firm but yielding vulva, two
straightened fingers turning in her cunt to let the children see
the maid's bright pink and gleaming wet furrow. Hazel looked
away, whimpering softly, her face suffused with colour while her
parted thighs shook with the effort of leaving them so.

"Now! You have to imagine my fingers are your father's cock,"
Sarah explained, lodging the tip of her digits into the girl's
cunt and feeling the surrounding walls contract to grip them. She
roughly pushed them in, just like Mr Danvers had done the
previous night, a gleam to his face as one thrust had enveloped
him in the girl's cunt.

Sarah felt the same responsive ripple of Hazel's vaginal passage,
opening and closing about her turning fingers while her fluids
seeped over and between her digits, preparing them for further
thrusts. Her slick, juice covered fingers drew away, and
re-entered with even more force than before, pushing up Hazel's
pelvis and making the girl gasp.

Sarah looked at Sophie and Chloe and grinned, her fingers now
darting in and out, her strokes causing soft slurps to sound as
she captured air within the girl's vagina.

As Sarah roughly pushed her fingers in and out of her sore cunt,
Hazel began to make noises from deep in her throat. Her hands
clutched at the cushion to either side of her and the tendon of
her neck began to stiffen. Her chest heaved and squealing,
weeping, grunting sounds came from her.

"That's the noise!" Chloe squealed, staring avidly at what her
mistress was doing between the girl's thighs.

Sophie looked too, looking flushed and hot, her body itching,
demanding to be caressed. She stared at the fingers being pumped
in and out of the maid's cunt, pinching her vulva, flattening the
fleshy lips in an eagerness to drive them in as deep as possible.
Hazel lifted herself, keening like a wounded animal as her
pleasure overflowed and coated Sarah's fist.

Sarah stopped her pumping, her arm aching, and let the breathless
and panting maid fall back onto her seat, her exhaustion allowing
the girls an unobstructed view of her cunt, post orgasm, the
labia glowing, folded open, flesh gleaming with a thick coating
of her spend.

"Does daddy puts his thing in there, Miss?" Chloe asked softly,
staring at the little hole as it slowly closed.

"Yes! It's called a cock Chloe, but it's bigger than my two
fingers," Sarah explained, picking up Hazel's panties so she
could wipe her digits clean.

"Bigger Miss?" Sophie exclaimed, her eyes fixed on Sarah's
fingers and trying to imagine them pushed into her tight little
cunt. She had only recently begun teasing a fingertip into her
own tight little cunt, and she did that carefully, her finger
well soaped before hand.

Sarah laughed. "Remember! Baby's have to pass through there," she
reminded them.

"It's very flexible and can be easily stretched," she explained.

They didn't look convinced.

Sarah shrugged and looked down at the recovering maid. "Turn over
and lift your bottom up," she told her. "Now! Thighs wide apart,"
she remarked, rolling up the sleeve of her blouse.

"No, please," Hazel, whimpered. "I've been good," she whined.

"Should I have Chloe fetch those twigs?" Sarah asked pointedly.

Hazel groaned and turned slowly onto her front before bringing
her knees up, lifting her bottom in the air while hiding her face
over the far side of the chair. Her knees parted and, with it,
the slim fig of her cunt was opened and left to hang between her
thighs like a ripe and exotic fruit, her clitoris glowing from
its hood, the mouth to her cunt leaking her succulent syrup.

Sarah slid an arm around Hazel's waist and gripped her tightly as
she once more inserted a finger into the girl's cunt, sore from
the ridge earlier and all the recent attention.

The girls watched with avid attention as a second finger was
added, and then a third, Sarah's thumb and little finger bet
downwards over each other. Whimpers were heard from the maid, but
largely ignored as the children waited, eagerly anticipating yet
another finger being inserted.

Sarah turned her fingers and flexed them against the yielding
passage of the vagina, pressing once moment, rubbing her clitoris
the next, both exciting the girl and bringing yet more moisture
to her inflamed cunt.

Hazel squealed, weeping and grunting, her toes curling and her
back dipping as the sexual tension built within her.

Sarah extended her thumb and little finger within the steeple of
her fingers and applied it to Hazel's cunt, the thick wetness
coating her cunt, aiding Sarah's efforts to stretch the vagina
around the widest part of her palm.

The children sat silently, watching with large rounded eyes as,
right in front of them, they saw Sarah's hand become engulfed by
Hazel's pink and moist cunt, her vagina closing around the
knuckles and the palm, until only her wrist remained outside.

"Oh yes!" Sarah breathed, roughly twisting her hand and grinning
as the maid's vocal response filled the summerhouse. "She's
coming again," she told the wide-eyed girls, feeling the heat and
the convulsions, the tremors and the rippling.

Sarah pumped her hand back and forth as Hazel squealed and wept,
the fierce sensations bringing on another orgasm. Sarah giggled
and waited for her convulsions to die away before she carefully
removed her hand, drawing Hazel's vagina partially out, before
the dilated passage would expand still further and let the hand
withdraw. Hazel promptly collapsed, so Sarah let her rest and
recover from her ordeal.

"So you see! You shouldn't be afraid of those strange noises you
hear at night," Sarah told the girls, once again cleaning her
fingers on Hazel's panties.

"Does Daddy really do it to her while Mummy watches, or did you
just make that up Miss?" Sophie asked, glowing from inside.

Sarah nodded and shuffled forward on the rug until she knelt in
front of the girls. "They do it to me too," she confessed.

The girls' eyes bulged from their sockets and their jaws hung to
their chests as they stared in shock at the girl at their feet.

"No Miss!" they cried, nearly as one.

Sarah nodded. "I've not taken your daddies cock up there yet, but
that's only because I've have only ever done it with girls," she
explained. "But I took him in my mouth, and he spurted his seed
there," she assured them.

"I don't believe you Miss," Sophie cried, still staring wide eyed
at her.

"I'll tell you what," she suggested. "When you start hearing
those sound again, don't go hiding under the covers, but go
through your parents' dressing room and into their bathroom, and
peek in on us from that door, to see what's happening," she said.
"They always leave that door a bit open, just in case they want
some oil or something," she explained.

The children looked at one another, seeking each other's
agreement before they dared to nod. Sarah grinned. It would be
fun, having their parents take her, knowing that their daughters
were secretly watching.

"Now! Who wants me to give them an orgasm?" she asked. "I bet
seeing Hazel getting fisted has made you all wet and sticky down
there," she giggled.

As she spoke, she reached for the button of Sophie's jeans, only
to have the girl squeal and jerk away. Sarah stopped to look
sternly towards the child, waiting until she had started to blush
and gnaw on her bottom lip before speaking again.

"Come along! Sophie. You want to be a good girl, don't you?" she
chided.

"Everybody's looking Miss," she whimpered, tensing as Sarah's
hands approached her again.

"Everybody!" Sarah chortled. "Your sister will also be given an
orgasm in a few minutes," she explained, her words causing Chloe
to squirm and blush, her eyes lowering for a moment, before being
drawn back to Sarah's fingers, now expertly undoing Sophie's
jeans.

"Now! Lift your bottom up," Sarah urged.

Sophie bit her lip and obediently lifted her bottom, her blushes
becoming bright as her jeans were swept down her thighs, her
panties would have followed but her clenched thighs stopped them
from going any further.

The jeans were then quickly pulled off, and Sarah made a play of
straightening them and folding them properly, just to let Sophie
settle a little bit before returning to the girl and reached for
her panties.

"Do I have to Miss," the girl whimpered. "Can't Chloe go first?"
she begged.

"You're older, so you will need an orgasm more than she does, she
demanded, her fingers already teasing the narrow part of the
panties downwards.

"Lift!" she ordered.

Sophie fairly glowed as she raised her bottom once more, and she
glanced at her sister, hoping the she wasn't looking. But she
was, staring with great interest at what privates were exposed,
now that she sat with her bare thighs tightly clamped together.

Sarah allowed her a moment and then tapped her tightly clenched
thighs.

"Come along now! You don't want me to spank you, do you?" she
asked.

Sophie made a face, and drew her knees reluctantly apart, her
blushes growing brighter, the further her thighs slid from each
other.

Chloe was once more mesmerized and, seated right beside her
sister, had an eagle eye's view of Sophie's young but developing
cunt as it unfolded with her parting thighs, labia parting enough
to reveal her already swollen prepuce, together with a teasing
glimpse of milky wetness lying deep in the crevice of her labia.

"Do you have to look?" Sophie cried, her hand sliding over her
cunt to hide herself.

Chloe blushed and Sarah slapped the hand away and sat up, the
better to reach Sophie's coral-like cunt. Sophie had a pretty
cunt, still pink and young, flesh smooth and firm. Her labia,
while firm, yielded willingly to Sarah's stroking fingers, their
edges brightening, as they were drawn apart, skin glowing where
it swelled.

"There, isn't that nice?" Sarah asked, her fingers tickling the
base of Sophie's cunt, whilst the thumb of her other hand gently
teased her clitoris, rubbing the protective flesh around it to
make it sing deep inside Sophie's belly.

Sophie didn't answer, but looked down at the fingers stroking
her. She ignored her watching sister whilst the warmth built,
causing her to spread her thighs further apart and open herself
to the delving fingers.

Lovely! Isn't it," Sarah crooned, massaging the child's sensitive
clitoris and watching the moisture trickle from her cunt to her
anus. Her fingers picked up the pace and quickened the girl's
pulse.

"Are you going to orgasm for me?" Sarah crooned, watching and
waiting, her fingers now teasing the child.

Sophie panted and licked her dry lips, a whimper escaping her
throat as her pelvis began to jerk upwards, her growing need
overcoming youthful coyness.

"Imagine your daddy and mummy watching you," Sarah breathed.

A new warmth suffused Sophie's face and, with darling little
squeals, her hips jerked upwards as she was coming. She bit her
lip and closed her eyes, her thighs straining with the effort of
lifting her cunt into the working fingers of her governess. Sarah
continued her evil little touches, forcing the child to spasm
again and again before her lurches dislodged her fingers and her
closing thighs denied her the opportunity to continue.

Sarah grinned at the exhausted but glowing girl, and turned to
Chloe smiling into her questioning look.

"Come along now, Chloe. Off with your jeans and panties," she
said.

Chloe knew better than to argue, and a part of her didn't want to
anyway; she just felt it was appropriate.

Rocking her body, she scooped her jeans and panties off her
bottom, then raised her knees to peel them all the way off, Sarah
helped by dragging at the legs of the jeans. In no time they were
off, and Chloe looked expectantly as her thighs were levered wide
apart and felt her little cunt gape.

"Oh yes, look how moist and ready you are," Sarah teased, her
fingers sliding through the young girl's cutely shaped little
pudendum where secreted fluid had already made the girl's cunt
slippery.

Chloe gasped and jerked as Sarah's fingers slid artfully over the
cutely opened little vulva and her eyes looked up, openly
inviting her to touch her in any way she wanted.

Sarah smiled in reply. She was expert at this. She had spent many
years coercing younger girls, grooming the wide-eyed innocents
into dropping their panties and allowing her hands between their
bottoms and thighs.

Chloe was easier than most, less resistant, more innocent. Or
perhaps the games she'd played with her older sister had prepared
her, giving her an inkling of the pleasures that were to be had
by another's fingers in her cunt. Whatever the reason, Chloe lay
back and lifted her bottom, offering up her little pink cunt to
Sarah's fingers, gasping and jerking with each fresh and intimate
touch.

"Mm, nice, isn't it," Sarah teased, wanting to go down on the
little girl and lick her lovely little cunt but knowing it was
too early yet.

Sophie leant over and watched the fingers move across her
sister's spread cunt, watching them lightly stroke, pull, scrape,
nudge and press. There was a skill there, she realised, and
watched Sarah with the aim of learning how to do it herself.

Sarah grinned and indulged her. She let her see her finger nudge
Chloe's little swollen clitoris and see the reaction in the
child. She let her see her finger catch the little drop of nectar
slipping from Chloe's little cunt, and slide it forward to anoint
its length. Chloe's breath shortened and little whimpering sounds
began as her body demanded release whilst her thigh muscles began
to ache.

Sarah's smile was all knowing and her finger movement's expert.

"Here it comes," she whispered to Sophie, two fingers and her
thumb turning to press upon the child's offered clitoris, the
thumb to press upon the helm of her prepuce, driving flesh
against the throat of her clitoris and pressing it to her pelvic
bone. Her index finger, meanwhile, wriggled into the mouth of the
girl's virginity, toying with her and letting the walls tighten
about her, while the middle finger drove between her clenched
bottom cheeks to press roughly against her anus, teasing her with
thoughts of a rear invasion.

Chloe clutched at her head as her lower body cavorted up and
down, her thighs unfolding to straighten and quiver as the
growing wave she had been surfing finally succeeded in tumbling
over her. It carried her breathlessly along with it as it rolled
and rolled within her, swirling and spinning, tossing her upon
its dying flow until beaching, spent and tranquil, Sarah's
withdrawing fingers causing a last lurch of her loins and a
ripple to her belly muscles.

"There," Sarah proclaimed, inwardly pleased with the children's
progress.

"Now, off to your room and do your homework, and I'll be along to
check on it before dinner," she told them.

"I'll go and see to Mrs Danvers," Hazel murmured, standing and
straightening her uniform.

"Not just yet," she told the maid, and waited for the children to
leave before pulling Hazel to the settee. "Lay along it," she
told her, and reached under her skirt to peel her panties down.

Hazel watched the removal of Sarah's panties in silence as she
first sat, then laid herself down along the settee. She knew what
was coming and licked her lips, moistening them while she had the
chance; Mrs Danvers had a penchant for using her in the same way.

Sarah lifted the back of her skirt and sat herself upon Hazel's
face, squirming into a good position before sighing and biting
her lip with delight. "Yes!" she hissed, feeling the tongue
extend into her moistness.

Sarah opened her thighs and squirmed, loving the feeling of the
tongue worming through her, of the power she felt as she moved to
control her pleasure.

She had to be so careful at St Mary's. You couldn't be too
forceful, too strong, to the little ones, lest they would tell,
or others senior to you, as they might  gang up to teach you a
lesson. Whatever sexual games were entered into had to be
consensual, even if the little girl was innocent of your true
intent.

But now, alone, riding Hazel's face, Sarah didn't have to worry.
She parted her thighs and ground her cunt down on the nose, mouth
and chin of the maid beneath her. She held the girl's hair and
thrust herself against the chin while feeling her nose against
her clitoris. She slid forward and sobbed with delight as she
felt the tongue flick her anus.

Images from the last half hour tumbled through her memory, raised
in lights behind her closed eyelids, and she keened with her
pleasure, for once in her life allowing more than a suppressed
sigh to escape her as pleasure made her jerk and writhe on the
face beneath her.

******

The girls sat in near silence doing their homework while Sarah,
sitting on one of their beds, searched their school books for
information she didn't yet have, finally settling on a history
text she'd not seen before. She found she missed the intense
study of St Mary's, and the long quiet periods in which she could
just sit and learn.

When the children had finished, Sarah reviewed their work,
suggesting changes here and there, and then followed them down to
dinner.

Sarah glowed with the feeling of being part of the family as she
sat down with them, listening to their conversations and
encouraged to join in by Mr Danvers who sat at the head of the
table. Hazel served them in her usual quiet manner, although the
quick glances she gave Sarah and the girls were very telling for
anyone watching.

After dinner, Sarah took them up to the bathroom. They fell
silent as thoughts of the night ahead began encroaching on them.

"What if the door is closed Miss?" Sophie asked.

"It won't be," Sarah assured her.

"What if they see us Miss!" Chloe cried, her face a picture of
horror.

"Make sure they don't!" Sarah told her.

"Who's going first Miss?" Sophie asked, already down to her
cotton bra and panties, referring to the bath.

"We're going to shower together," Sarah explained. A shower was
attached to the tiled wall of the bath.

"What, all three of us Miss?" Chloe asked.

"Yes!" Sarah said, smiling as she slid from her uniform. She
allowed the girls a chance to stare at her breasts, her nipples
sprouting with the tension of the forthcoming pleasures, then
bent to drop her panties, turning so that they could look at her
bottom and the dark crease in which her anus lay.

"The last one into the bath will get four spanks on their
bottom!" Sarah called.

The room was suddenly full of shrieks as the girls fought to get
into the shower, Sarah directly behind them. Chloe got in first,
under Sophie's guarding arm, and she had a foot in the bath first
too, with Sophie close on her heels.

"I was first!" Chloe claimed, jumping up and down, beaming
happily and glowing with her own rising excitement.

Sophie giggled and turned towards Sarah. "But you were last
Miss!" she claimed.  "That means YOU get the spanks!" she
grinned.

Sarah pouted, her cunt growing moist. "Yes, I guess I am the last
one in," she admitted.

"Who gets to spank you Miss?" Chloe asked excitedly, her eyes
fairly twinkling with excitement.

Sarah smiled down at her. "Why don't you both have two spanks
each?" she asked.

"A cheek each!" Sophie squealed excitedly while her sister licked
her lips and looked down at Sarah's bottom.

Sarah finished turning, then put her hands on the tiled wall in
front of her to thrust her bottom out, dipping her back to
tighten the curve of her bottom as much as possible, the way the
nuns would insist that they did.

"I'll go first," Sophie told her little sister as the younger
child slid under Sarah's arms so she could stand on the other
side of her, ready to land her hand smartly on the nearer of
Sarah's bottom cheeks.

Sarah waited, her thighs slightly parted, her bottom offered. She
felt Sophie's hand lightly touch her as she prepared. Then it was
gone, returning a moment later in a sharp slap that flattened her
pert bottom cheek for a moment.

This was not the agony of the birch wielded by a mean and
sadistic nun, this was the tingling heat of a girlish spank that
sent trickles of pleasure into the seat of her cunt, flooding it
with excitement.

"One," Sarah breathed.

Chloe giggled as she prepared her hand. She'd seen Sophie deliver
a spank, and she wanted to do better. So her whole upper body
twisted as she drew her arm back. Then she brought it round and
down, landing with a sharp sounding spank upon the nearer cheek
of Sarah's bottom.

Sarah crooned and swayed slightly, rising as she felt that warm
tingling glow seep deeper inside her. Her clitoris, untouched,
swelled and throbbed, a hot point at the forefront of her cunt.

"Two," she sighed.

Sophie decided Chloe's approach was better. The mark on Sarah's
bottom was much brighter from Chloe's spank, than her own. Her
hand sneaked out to touch Sarah's bottom where she meant to spank
her, and Sarah groaned and pushed her bottom further out, as if
welcoming her spanking.

Sophie licked her lips and squeezed her thighs tightly together,
conscious of her growing excitement as she drew her arm back,
turning her upper body as she did so in order to deliver another
resounding spank.

Sarah gasped. The spank was like having a knife piercing her,
sharp and hot, lancing deep into her cunt. She quivered,
desperately wanting to put her fingers to her vulva and rub, rub
until her cunt exploded and that marvellous glow could enshroud
her.

"Three," she murmured as the hot knife faded and her cunt
quivered with its loss, seeping excitedly as it waited for the
next spank.

Chloe, grinning from ear to ear, giggling as she openly stroked
Sarah's nearer bottom cheek, her fingers daringly curled inwards
to slide down her half parted crease, teasing Sarah with the
thought of her fingers entering her back there.

Chloe's grin died, as Sarah groaned and bent over thrusting her
bottom out still further and tightening the cheeks.

"Go on!" Sarah urged softly.

Chloe swept her arm down giving the nicely presented bottom
another spank. Sarah sobbed and swayed, delighting in the
glorious heat that it had thrust into her.  Would a man's cock
feel as sharp, she wondered, hovering on a sea of bliss, its
risen tide too low to take her over the dam's edge?

"Touch me," she whispered into the silence that had fallen after
the last spank of her punishment.

Sophie and Chloe looked at each other.

"Please," Sarah panted, pushing her bottom out and parted her
thighs, her cunt pulsing with life.

Sophie's fingers were first, an index finger extended to timidly
slip between the rolled lips of Sarah's vulva. She licked her
lips as she felt the hot liquid coat her fingertip, and then
began exploring the crevice in much the same way she would do to
herself.

Chloe, a moment too late behind her sister, chose instead to lay
her hands on the outthrust bottom and, having absorbed the heat
and felt the smoothness of her skin, squeezed the cheeks. They
were willingly parted allowing both girls to not only see
Sophie's finger as it lodged within Sarah's little cunt mouth,
but to see her corrugated anal ring and watch how it flexed in
response to Sophie's finger.

"Yes, yes!" Sarah breathed, her eyes closed as she imagined
receiving further abuses.

Mr Danvers was towering over her, a cock like a horse. Mrs
Danvers was feeding her finger into her, preparing her for his
monstrous manhood, and Hazel looked on, wide-eyed and staring,
impaled in an overturned stool.

Sarah hung her head, clenched her hands and keened as she came,
shaking upon the innocent touches of the two little girls,
jerking as their unknowing fingers brought fresh thrills to her
sensitive cunt.

She straightened, finished squeezing her aching breasts and
turned to smile to the now quiet children.

"Thank you," she told them, and kissed each child on the lips
before turning the shower on and letting the warm water cascade
over them.

******

Later that night Sarah went through to the children's room and
saw their eyes blink in the darkness. "I'm going to their room
now," she told them. "Wait five minutes, then go along to the
dressing room and creep in as we planned," she reminded them.

She saw them nod and walked across the hall and knocked softly on
the door.

John answered and grinned at her. He was naked, his cock not
quite what she had fantasised about, but still looking
horse-like, half erect and hanging over his broad ball sack.

"Your mistress couldn't wait any longer," he told her with a
chuckle.

Sarah looked towards the bed and licked her lips. Mrs Danvers was
on her hands and knees on the bed, her knees on the edge while
Hazel, naked and kneeling on the rug between the woman's knees,
licked with fervour between her thighs and bottom, her tongue
running the length of the woman's anal crease and vulva, her
tongue artfully parting the thick and extended inner lips to
enjoy the sweetness of her inner wetness.

Sarah quickly shed her nightgown and, naked, lay down across the
bed to place her head under Mrs Danvers's heaving chest. As she
took a poised nipple into her mouth, closing her lips behind it
to suck it fully into her mouth, her thighs opened to show him
her gleaming cunt, youthfully pink, smooth and near hairless.

He was kneeling at her feet almost straight away, his fingers
shortening, he breath as he drew her young cunt apart, his eyes
peering avidly into her.

So small and delicate," he murmured, his cock rock hard again.

Mrs Danvers shook the girls off of her and stood, smiling at them
both.

"I am such a lucky lady," she purred. "So, what shall we do
next," she murmured, hands on her full breasts where her fingers
could tug on her nipples.

"I want to have this girl," John told her, one hand stroking his
cock while the other cradled his full balls. His eyes were all on
Sarah, moving from her small and high breasts, down to the lovely
cunt between her widely parted thighs.

"I'm ready," Sarah admitted. Her thoughts were full of how it
would feel, to have him enter her, to have him pump his cock back
and forth, and then to feel him splatter her with his seed. Would
she fall pregnant straight away? Would they look after her
through her pregnancy? Such thoughts were secondary to the want
between her thighs, and she felt particularly naughty in
spreading them as far as she could, then leaning back to show him
how her cunt pouted, just dying to feel him stretch her to her
limits.

She stared at his erection, one half of her imagining how it
would feel, pushing its way into a passage only ever opened by
fingers fully a fraction of its size, and the other half
imagining the children peering out of the adjoining bathroom,
staring wide eyed at their naked parents, their father fully
erect, their mother turning to Hazel to have the maid press her
open mouth to the front of her cunt.

"Lay down John," Mrs Danvers said, as she used both hands to draw
Hazel's open mouth more fully to the helm of her cunt, between
which her engorged clitoris stood, swelling anew as the maid's
tongue lavished it.

Sarah felt both light headed and excited, her body trembling with
the thoughts tumbling over and over in her mind. He followed his
wife's instructions and lay down on the rug, holding his stiff
cock upright, unaware that just beyond the open bathroom door,
his children were watching him, no doubt staring in awe at the
size of his engorged cock.

"Now! Sit on it," Mrs Danvers told her, her thighs held akimbo to
allow Hazel to feed upon her swollen flesh, lapping and sucking.

Sarah stood and with a single step, moved astride his prone body.
She felt his eyes bore into her and reached down to open herself,
smiling as she envisaged her excitement dripping from her to
anoint his belly. She bent her thighs and used her fingers to
hold her slender petal-like cunt apart, knowing she was brightly
pink and gleaming within.

"God, she looks so good!" Mr Danvers cried.

Mrs Danvers pushed Hazel aside and stepped forward, the better to
see Sarah impale herself on her first ever cock. The woman glowed
with excitement, and Sarah wondered what the girls would make of
their naked mother and her extreme pleasures.

Sarah squatted fully on her heels and felt the head of his cock
nudge her inner thigh.  His hand moved it to leave a trail of
slime across her warm skin before the head was lodged within her
open cunt.

Panting, Mr Danvers moved his cock back and forth, unfolding her,
nudging her prepuce, teasing the mouth of her cunt.

"Go on, darling!" Mrs Danvers urged.

Sarah whimpered and descended upon the shaft. Thoughts of the
children watching her fled as she felt the head of his cock push
its way into her cunt, her slick young passage stretching to
accommodate it, the stretching hurting her in a pleasant, excited
sort of way.

"My god, she's tight!" John gasped, and reached for her, holding
her just as she held him, hands on his wrists as her thighs
flexed, controlling her descent upon his hot and pulsing cock.

Eyes wide, panting hotly as she tried to breathe, Sarah rocked
lower and lower upon the shaft. Although fingers had long since
taken her hymen, her passage was still virgin tight. Each rock
allowed him to pierce her that much more, opening her, stretching
her, like she'd never been stretched before.

"Good girl," Mrs Danvers murmured, helping to hold her as Sarah
felt her bottom touch Mr Danvers's thighs. "He's all the way
inside you," she smiled.

Sarah looked down and whimpered. Just the last inch, the very
base of his cock was beyond her cunt. Otherwise, he was within
her, pulsing and burning, making a place for himself that kept
her back straight.

"Now! Ride," she was urged.

Exquisite sensations both shot and flowed from the tug of his
cock as she moved upon it. Out or in, molten pleasure made her
blood race and her breath quicken.

"That's the way," Mrs Danvers told her, her hand stealing beneath
her bottom to feel the wetness coating her husband's cock as
Sarah moved more fluidly back and forth, whimpering in time to
her timid impalements.

Sarah rode Mr Danvers cock and groaned, a swelter of sensations
flooding into her lower body. Her eyes slid towards the bathroom
door and the darkness further on, knowing that the children would
be watching, their innocent eyes locking on as their father's
cock entered her, forcing her cunt to bulge out around it.

She continued to stare towards where she knew the girls were,
pulling herself up along the shaft on which she had been
skewered, the slide along his throbbing lance sending still more
pleasurable sensations spiralling up from her cunt.

"Go on, Sarah. Fuck him," Hilda told the young girl while her
hand continued to reach under her bottom to grip the base of his
cock and, squeezing it, have it swell and throb within Sarah's
gripping young cunt.

The girls' presence diminished in Sarah's mind as the need to
rise and fall grew within her. The sensations were overwhelming,
bursting inside with each descent upon his throbbing lance.

Sarah fell onto her outstretched hands, gripping Mr Danvers's
chest while his hands cupped the base of her bottom to steer her
up and down upon him. His pace quickened with his mounting
pleasure, his hips rising to drive his cock with greater force
into her hot and tight young sheaf.

"Come, come, come!" he begged, his teeth gritted together as his
eyes devoured her breasts, the nipples standing like thimbles.

Hilda delighted in the view of Sarah's bottom rising and falling,
her cheeks widely parted, her darling little pink anus pouting,
just above the stretched mouth of her vagina where it slid
smoothly along the gleaming shaft of her husband's cock.

Sarah screamed as she came, her hands clenching on Mr Danvers's
chest as his cock pounded in and out of her convulsing cunt. The
pleasure was all consuming, cresting time and time again, driven
through her by the swift pumping of his cock in and out of her,
stretching her to his full length, forcing her to whimper with
her exhaustion.

Hilda felt her husband's cock begin to throb with the onset of
his ejaculation, and pulled it from the young girl's cunt, just
as the child reached the apex of her rocking. She dropped her
mouth over the succulent head, and pumping the slick shaft,
sucked vividly on the swollen head.

Sarah's youthful flavour filled the woman's mouth; thick and
sweet, a flavour filled with adolescent promise. And swiftly
following it, the spurts of salty man's seed that coated her
mouth and gullet as she swallowed, filling it with its distinct
flavour.

John was too exhausted to do more, but Hilda was not, and with
the flavour of her husband still fresh in her mouth, she turned
to Hazel and called the girl over to have her sit on the carpet
with her back against the dressing table stool.

It was relatively easy to have the girl rest her head back upon
the stool, and even easier for her to sit upon it, crooning with
delight as the child's facial features were pressed pleasingly to
her cunt.

Sarah caressed Mr Danvers's cock as his wife slid her cunt back
and forth across the maid's face, the stool upon which her head
lay ensuring that it stayed in place as Mrs Danvers pushed
eagerly downward, meshing her swollen clitoris against her chin,
and then her nose while forcefully spreading her full inner lips.

Sarah was certain that the children were still watching, and
leant across their father's thigh so she could slide her tongue
over his now flaccid cock, drawing the flavour from it.

"Lick! You trollop!" Mrs Danvers said. Her breasts hung heavy in
front of her as she leant forward, the better to lift and lower
herself, sliding her excited cunt back and forth to feel the
contours of Hazel's face.

Sarah gazed into the darkness beyond the half open bathroom door
and licked the cock she held upright in front of her, licking the
shaft of its flavour, then the drool that ran thickly from the
tip, all of it helping to lubricate and allow her hand to slide
up and down the long shaft.

"That's it, right in there," Mrs Danvers panted, holding the
maid's chin in one hand, and her breast in the other, her
engorged nipple extended from between her finger and thumb.

Mr Danvers's hand came down to wrap around and guide Sarah's,
quickening the pace and gripping his burning shaft more tightly.
His breath quickly became laboured, his eyes fixed on his wife as
she ground her cunt into the face of the labouring maid.

"Yes, yes, I'm there!" the woman cried in triumph, swivelling her
loins downward while the girl clutched at her mistresses thighs
and drummed her heels into the carpet as he tried to draw breath.

Sarah's tongue scraped the underside of the man's cock, directly
beneath the eye, and felt his organ swell in conjunction to his
own almighty cry.

Sperm shot from his cock splattering her face, and she allowed it
to, staring past the splatter on her face into the dark bathroom,
willing the children to watch their father spend across her face
and leave it dribbling with his seed.

Sarah would have loved the opportunity at that moment to slip her
hand into the girl's cunts, certain that they would be moist. It
would have made a lovely end to the evening, to watch them spend
upon her clever fingers, but Mrs Danvers had other plans and
wanted her to remain with them for the night, denying her any
chance of slipping away.

******

Sarah found herself moved to tears the following day as, with
the girls off to school and Mr Danvers at work, Mrs Danvers took
her into town and proceeded to buy her a whole new wardrobe of
clothes.

The girl didn't know what to say as pretty underwear was put on
the counter, followed by some more adult items. Then blouses,
T-shirts, skirts, dresses, ribbed tights; socks, shoes and small
items of makeup were all heaped upon the counter for the serving
girl to hurriedly fold and pack.

They ate in town, and then continued their shopping, obtaining an
overcoat, a swimsuit, nightgowns, vests, jeans and soft shoes,
all of which needed trying on.

Afterwards, as they returned to the car laden with shopping bags,
Sarah hugged the woman, softly weeping against her belly while a
hand awkwardly patted her head. "We can't have you looking like
an orphan whilst you're in our service," Mrs Danvers explained.

"You must allow me to do something special for you," Sarah
murmured, once they were in the car and unable to be overheard.

Mrs Danvers smiled.

"How are the children coming along?" she asked.

"Very well! They are both lovely, and both very excitable," Sarah
told her.

"You've been playing with Hazel," Mrs Danvers told her, driving
expertly into the heavy traffic of the town centre.

Sarah shrugged. "She's easily bent. Do you mind?" she asked.

"No! Not at all, she seemed far more willing last night. Her
previous habit of whining whenever we did something she didn't
like was quite off- putting," she explained.

"Your whipping of her breasts might have done that," Sarah
suggested, but Mrs Danvers shook her head.

"I have punished her many times for being tardy with her chores.
No, you bring something new. You'll have to show me," the woman
grinned.

When they arrived home there was still an hour before the girls
would get home from school.

"Just dump the things on your bed, then we'll see what you can do
with Hazel," Mrs Danvers told her.

Sarah did as she was asked, returning to the lounge to find Hazel
already there, on her knees and whimpering softly as she
anticipated another bout of painful punishment from her employer.

"Go ahead! Do what you want with her," Mrs Danvers told her while
she sat down and lit a cigarette to watch comfortably from the
settee.

"What has she done?" Sarah asked.

"Done! Not done? Does it matter? Punish her, make her more
obedient," she was told.

"Go into the garden and fetch me five twigs from the birch tree,"
Sarah told Hazel. "If you choose badly and force me to have to
get my own, then you will receive a punishment from both of
them," she warned.

With her head downcast, Hazel hurried off to do as she was told,
leaving Sarah to remove all but her panties.

"You have lovely breasts Sarah," Mrs Danvers told her.

"Sophie's are pretty too," Sarah, remarked, taking the
opportunity to stroke her own and purr as her nipples extended.

"John is quite eager to see her naked, and to take her," Hilda
explained.

"Perhaps I could bring them to your bedroom, blindfolded?" Sarah
suggested. At which point Hazel returned, carrying five slender
birch twigs, already stripped of leaves, each showing a good
tendency to bend.

She handed them over a little reluctantly, then waited, clearly
nervous, whilst Sarah examined each one, going so far as to test
them through the air.

"They're good! Now undress," she told the maid.

Hazel didn't ask if that meant all of them, or just her outer
clothing. Instead, and nervously eyeing the twigs that Sarah was
now drawing together into a bunch, she removed all her clothes,
one after another, laying them neatly to one side before standing
straight, a glow to her cheeks at her nakedness, a nervousness to
her eyes as she anticipated her punishment.

"Mrs Danvers has demanded that I punish you because you have
displeased her," Sarah told her "Each time you fail to please
her, I have permission to punish you again, and with every
punishment you receive from her, I will be adding an extra
strokes to mine. Do you understand?" she asked.

Hazel chewed on her lower lip and nodded, her eyes staring wide
and fearfully at the wicked implement she'd been forced to fetch
from the garden.

Sarah gathered up two large cushions and dropped them onto a low
table in front of Mrs Danvers. She then instructed the girl to
lie on her back on them, making herself comfortable before
telling her to lift her thighs, bending them upwards until she
could wrap her arms around them, holding them to her chest.

Mrs Danvers put out her cigarette and stood. She eased her
panties off and then sat down again, adjusting herself until her
hand was under the opened waistband of her skirt, her parted
thighs allowing access whilst the skirt hid her hand from the two
young girls.

Hazel waited, gripping her thighs and burning with the knowledge
that she was totally exposed, her cunt clearly visible and her
bottom brought to tightness with the bending of her thighs and
parted to expose her anus.

"Now! Thank me after each one and I may make each stroke a light
one," Sarah offered.

Hazel swallowed and gulped for air through her nervously
constricted throat.

"Thank you Miss," she murmured.

Sarah smiled and took up her position, bringing the bound twigs
down so that they landed firmly across both cheeks. Hazel's eyes
widened as the sharp pain bounded rapidly into her bottom,
searing a path for the heat that quickly followed, spreading
itself throughout her loins.

"Thank you Miss," she heard herself say, her attention
inescapably held by the swelling heat.

The birch fell a second time across the taut spheres of her
bottom and she cried out, quivering as the hot pain sped with
greater ease through her lower body, making her pant and shake.

"Thank you, thank you," she repeated; hoping she'd not left the
words too late.

"It rushes up into you, doesn't it?" Sarah enquired with a
knowing smile. She bent and caressed the red lines the strokes
had produced, watching the maid's labia brighten and her anus
quiver.

Sarah didn't need an answer to know that she was right. She
delivered the third stroke and resumed her caressing of the
girl's bottom, a pearly juice gathering as her fingers came close
to the girl's labia.

Sarah had met many nuns whilst she was at St Mary's. For the most
part, they were stern but fair, giving punishments when necessary
and seldom making an issue of it. However, some were openly
sadistic, seeking to maximize the pain and lengthen the
punishment for as long as possible. Yet others gave punishment as
necessary, but wielded it in such a way that many girls came away
glowing afterwards, sometimes shaking in confusion because, for
all the pain they had experienced, they had also felt something
else; a strange pleasure that confused and perplexed, and that
often led to a strange love between the nun and the girl.

Sarah had seen much, and had learnt much. She knew how to deliver
a punishment that the girl would remember afterwards with
excitement as much as trepidation; a landing of the twigs to the
proudest, tightest part of her bottom, followed by a light caress
which would soon defeat the pain and transfer it to pleasure.

Hazel quivered and panted. Her eyes glazed as she stared towards
the ceiling, conflicting sensations ceased their battle and
joined together in heating her nether regions.

Her thighs started to creep apart, despite her efforts to hold
them tightly to her chest. Her bottom rose, shaking as it waited
for the sharp caress of birch twigs, for the immediate agony of
their landing changed quickly to hot pleasure, bathing her in a
heat that melted her cunt and left it open to Sarah's light
caresses.

"Do you promise to be good from now on?" Sarah asked softly, her
fingers teasing the base of Hazel's cunt, the gleaming walls
pulsing with want, brightened by the flow of blood to the skin
surface.

"Yes, yes Miss!" the girl answered, panting hotly and quivering
as she strove to come.

Sarah held her pleasure off, whipping the twigs down, her aim
directed at the upward facing base of Hazel's bottom, the soft
flesh tightened and stretched, its curves no longer protecting
the swollen and pink vulva of the girl, split open between her
thighs.

"No Please Miss! I'll be good, I'll be good!" she screeched, true
pain flooding her belly and loins.

"Will you?" Sarah teased. Her fingers slid into the anal crease
and slid along the taut flesh to reach the indent of her anus,
there to stroke the corrugated ring, teasing it as Hazel panted
and quivered, tear filled eyes staring at the ceiling.

"Yes, yes Miss," she gulped.

"Be good for me," Sarah urged softly, a finger straightening, its
tip poised at the quivering centre of Hazel's anus.

A noise came from deep in Hazel's throat, but she didn't whimper
or sob, nor jerk to evade the slender finger that was now easing
her anal sphincter apart, and then pressing slowly but firmly
into her fundaments.

Sarah drove her finger up to her knuckle, then waited for Hazel
to acclimatise herself to the foreign body partially in her
bottom before she eased it a little out, to drive it even deeper.
Slowly, one slide after another and using Hazel's own anal grease
to lubricate the passage all the way inwards, Sarah pumped her
finger in and out of the girl's anus until her knuckles and palm
met with her flesh, her complete index finger submerged in the
maid's clammy hot and tight bottom.

"Good girl," Sarah murmured, and dropping the birch twigs, slid
her fingers into the apex of Hazel's puffy cunt. She then pulled
aside the protective lips of her vulva to squeeze the swollen
prepuce between her thumb and finger.

Hazel arched, her eyes closing as she shook with the pleasure
bursting through her. Arched, she was held there in an agony of
delight, her body relaxing, only to jerk anew as Sarah moved her
fingers slightly, a fresh tumulus of sensations re-conquered her
body.

Breathless and exhausted, the maid was finally allowed to come
down, collapsing over the table, panting for breath and totally
spent.

Sarah withdrew her finger from the girl's bottom, licking her
lips as she felt it tighten about her, vainly seeking to keep it
within her. Removed and sticky from her anal grease, she offered
it to Hazel, holding it poised above the girl's mouth.

Hazel looked at her, her expression unreadable. Then her head
rose, and with an open mouth, she first licked the digit, and
then inserted it into her mouth to wash it in her saliva before
releasing it again.

"Good girl!" Sarah said, raising her eyes to those of Mrs
Danvers, watching her inhale and relax, her own orgasm slowly
softening her features.

"We will see what changes that brings to her," Sarah remarked,
withdrawing her finger from her moistness, her cunt too sensitive
now for any further pleasures.

The children were due home soon, and Mrs Danvers didn't want the
lounge smelling like a brothel. So Hazel was told to dress and
get a snack ready for the girls, and Sarah was left to her own
devices, and chose to go into Mr Danvers study again, picking our
more National Geographic magazines to read.

After the children had changed out of their school clothes and
had their snacks, Sarah supervised their homework, setting them
some additional work. They both seemed to recognise when to do as
instructed, and neither of them quibbled, but set to work, both
clearly relieved when Sarah gave her nod to their efforts and
called a halt to all the extra work.

Sarah had changed into one of the dresses Mrs Danvers had bought
her for the evening meal, and suffered Mr Danvers making remarks
about how good she looked, blushing in front of the children
while Hazel served efficiently, and silently.

Dinner over, the girls rushed off to the lounge whilst Sarah
stayed to help Hazel clear the dinner table.

"Tonight," Mr Danvers said, his wife sitting beside him, waiting
for him to explain. "Hilda and I have agreed, that we want you to
lead the session," he told her with a grin.

"Lead?" Sarah asked, stopping to gaze at them.

Mr Danvers chuckled. "You will decide who does what, and when,
and how," he told her.

Sarah licked her lips. "Can I bring the children?" she asked.

"If you think their ready," Mrs Danvers nodded, and Mr Danvers
grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

******

Chloe came out of the bathroom; a large towel wrapped about her
and glanced at her bed before looking about her. "Where's my
nightgown Miss?" she asked.

"You won't need it tonight," Sarah told her, pretending to be
preoccupied with her reading.

"Won't need my nightgown Miss?  Why not?" Chloe asked, her
complaint getting the ear of Sophie who had also stopped to
listen in.

"You'll going to be on display in your parent's bedroom tonight,"
Sarah told her casually, while she continued the pretence of
being interested in the book in front of her.

Chloe's jaw seemed to hit her chest as she stared wide-eyed at
Sarah.

"What, like this Miss?" she gasped.

"No, stupid!" Sarah laughed. "You'll not have the towel around
you," she told the girl, and stood up with a comb in hand, ready
to begin combing the child's hair. "What about me Miss?" Sophie
asked softly.

"Yes, you'll be there too," Sarah, remarked.

"Naked, in front of Daddy Miss?" she gasped, her face colouring.

Sarah nodded.

"Neither of you will be able to see him, or you're mother, or me
or Hazel," she told them. "You'll both be wearing a blindfold,"
she explained.

"A blindfold!" the girl's chorused, now both blushing brightly,
both clearly suffering from an equal measure of excitement and
fright.

Sarah sighed and stood up in front of the two of them. "Now,
listen!" she told them sternly. "I'll be there, and I'll be
deciding what happens and what doesn't happen," she explained.

"But he'll see us Miss," Sophie breathed, her eyes distant.

"Yes! Every inch," Sarah agreed. "I expect you to do exactly as I
tell you," she warned.

"Now! Go to the bathroom Sophie, and get in the bath. I will
along shortly to bathe you," she added, making the young girl
blush.

"It'll be fun," Sarah told Chloe, going back to doing her hair.

"I'm scared and excited too Miss!" Chloe proclaimed, jumping up
and down and squirming, unable to sit still for even a moment.

Sarah sighed and recalled the first time she had felt another
girl getting into her bed. Maria had been sixteen and she twelve.
She still remembered the thrill of being chosen by one of the
older girls in the dormitory, and the dread of things to come,
unknown but hinted at.

"You'll be fine," Sarah murmured. "They won't hurt you, I
promise," she told the little girl.

They fell silent for a while, and then Chloe spoke up again.
"Won't I get to see Daddy's cock up close Miss?" she asked.

"Perhaps! If you're really good and do everything I whisper in
your ear," Sarah told her, hugging her and making her giggle.

Sarah then rose and went into the bathroom. Sophie was sitting
up, the soap in her hands, her eyes looking blankly at the cloudy
water. "I can't do it Miss," she murmured, and glanced up at
Sarah nervously. "I can't go in there and stand in front of mummy
and daddy totally naked," she gasped, tears beginning to fill her
eyes.

Sarah knelt beside her and put an arm comfortingly about her.
"It's all right," she murmured, letting the girl cry and stroking
her smooth back until she had stopped.

"Feeling better?" Sarah asked.

Sophie nodded and wiped her eyes. "Yes, thank you Miss," she
murmured.

"That's all right. We all get nervous, our first time," Sarah
told her. "I'm sure you'll be fine," she said.

Sophie stiffened and bit her lip. "You mean, I still have to do
it Miss?" she whimpered.

"Of course," Sarah said, and smiled. "You have to overcome your
fears, Sophie," she explained gently, taking the soap so she
could begin washing her, delighting in the smooth young skin. She
reached between Sophie's hunched shoulders and gently caressed
the small bulbs of her budding breasts, loving their tight and
unforgiving feel.

"What are you afraid of?" she asked gently.

Sophie didn't answer, but sat hunched over herself in the water,
tears dripping from her eyes.

"Is it that you wish that you were more mature?" she asked.

"A little Miss," Sophie admitted with a sniff.

Sarah chuckled. "Men love young girls. Your dad is dying to see
you. He doesn't want a mature woman, he wants a young girl," she
explained.

Sophie showed a little blush, but continued to stare at the
water, now gnawing at her lower lip too.

Sarah washed her bowed back, then patted her, urging her to sit
on her knees, lifting herself partially from the water. "What
else?" she wondered.

"What if he doesn't like me Miss?" Sophie asked timidly.

"Oh, he will, Sophie," Sarah told her. "He's going to want to do
all sorts of things, but I'm going to hold him back!" she
explained, her tone making the child smile slightly.

"Onto your knees," Sarah urged.

Sophie obeyed, blushing slightly as Sarah began to wash her
bottom and the top of her thighs.

"Perhaps you're worried of what he might think of you, standing
there naked for him. Are you afraid of what he'll think of you if
he finds you all moist and hot down there?" she asked.

Sarah punctuated her question by reaching between Sophie's thighs
to feel her yielding cunt lips and, pushing a finger between
them, slide into thick and hot wetness.

Sophie gasped and turned her burning head to one side. "Girls at
my school get called Sluts for letting boys touch them up," she
confessed.

Sarah chuckled and shook her head. "More fool them, letting a boy
who tells tales do it to them."

She used a hand to continue stroking and kneading Sophie's taut
little bottom, and the other to bring soap to her pubis, and then
between her legs, stroking her to have the child pant and rock
her hips with the added excitement.

"Your daddy isn't about to tell anyone what he's done to you, and
the way I plan to have the evening go, he'll always be left
wanting more," she chuckled.

"What will mummy say, Miss?" Sophie panted, fighting for breath
as her slender hips rocked with greater and greater abandon, back
and forth in a counter to the direction of Sarah's cleverly
working fingers.

"Don't you know that your mother wants to see your daddy take his
little girl?" Sarah asked, genuinely surprised by the girl's
naivety. "I don't know who makes the decisions outside of the
bedroom, but in the bedroom, its your mother who calls the tune,"
she told her, continuing her steady excitement of the younger
girl's cunt; kneading the young labia, stroking within with
teasing touches that rasped infrequently over her stubby prepuce
and quivering anus.

"Just imagine," Sarah breathed, watching the girl pant and her
closed eyes flutter, a warm flush pervading her cheeks. "Imagine
his cock rising as he stares at your naked body."

Sophie gasped, her hips jerking forward, quivering with the
delight coursing through her. Her breath catching, her hands
moving, one darting to her breast to squeeze it and pinch the
nipple just as she had been taught, the other to grip Sarah's
wrist, pushing the hand against her cunt while her orgasm rushed
through her.

"You'll be fine," Sarah murmured.

******

With the girls' help, Sarah found some of their old clothes and,
rifling through them, chose outfits that they would wear.

Sophie would clearly be much more comfortable wearing something,
even if it was an old T-shirt that was far too small for her, and
which Sarah had cut, removing a large portion to leave the girl's
belly bare. Together with a pair of shorts that had to be
partially cut along the outside of the thigh and hip to allow her
to fit into them, the girl looked positively mouth watering.

Chloe got into the spirit of the game and found some stretch
cotton shorts that clung to her little bottom and thighs. Her top
was an old bikini top of string and pretty patterned triangles
that, good for her when she was eight, but now teasingly tight
over her tiny protruding nipples at ten.

The girls giggled as they paraded themselves in front of their
mirrors, trying out different poses to find which worked the
best. Neither wore panties so their lovely little cunt lips and
bottoms were delightfully outlined against their tight shorts.

Sarah retrieved the thick black hair bands she would use as their
blindfolds from a drawer and showed them. "I am wondering if I
going to need to gag you too," she murmured, looking at them
while biting her lip as she tried gauging the risk of them losing
their nerve and beginning to complain.

"I don't Miss!" Chloe stated.

Sarah smiled. Chloe clearly didn't. She was high on excitement,
jumping up and down, dancing on the spot; she was so filled with
adrenaline.

"No, I don't either Miss," Sophie told her, and her answer was
more carefully given, producing a blush as she realised that, by
her statement, she had agreed to whatever was to happen to her.
Sarah stepped up to her to kiss her gently upon her quivering
lips. "I'll look after you," she promised softly.

"Can we go now?" Chloe asked eagerly.

******

Naked and just a little bit cold, Sarah knocked on the door and
waited with the children, who were dressed as planned and wore
blindfolds for it to open. Hazel looked out and smiled as she
widened the door to allow them to enter. Sarah took hold of
Sophie's hand and Hazel took hold of Chloe's hand and they led
them in to the bedroom.

Mr and Mrs Danvers were both naked and seated, he on the
comfortable chair and she on her dressing table stool. They
watched as the girls were led in, their eyes alight and their
tongues running across their lips.

The girls glowed, their cheeks warm. Gently, with as few touches
and whispered words as possible, Sarah led them over to the wall
where she made them stand facing it, their hands at their sides
and their thighs widely parted, to allow their parents to see
just how their tight shorts showed off their bottoms.

Their parents stared, their eyes sliding from one child to the
other, sliding down to stare at their little bottoms, Sophie's
more curved and weighty, Chloe's more sharp and tight.

Sarah drew Hazel over to the bed and silently got her to adopt a
kneeling, bent forward pose, bottom high in the air, her thighs
spread outwards to leave her cunt poised there, cleanly cut lips
spread with arousal. With a dipped back, her unfurled labia
showed their gleaming inner surface, her cunt pouting as pearly
juices seeped from her.

Sarah furthered her excitement with deft touches, bringing the
girl swiftly to a peek with her little finger, slaps to her
swollen clitoris and fleeting entries into her pouting cunt,
teasing it into opening expectantly for her.

John and Hilda watched, their attention alternating between their
children and the show Sarah was rapidly giving them. They watched
whilst masturbating, as Sarah replaced one finger with two,
pumping and turning them, stretching them apart to have Hazel
pant as her cunt mouth was stretched.

Then a third finger, Sarah's face showing the effort it took to
drill them into her tight entrance before it loosened and allowed
her to vigorously pump the girl's cunt until she came again,
squealing and shaking, her cunt flowing freely with her slippery
excretions. As the quiver and jerks of her pleasure spiked and
left her relaxed and glowing, Sarah pushed her whole hand into
the girl's cunt.

Mr and Mrs Danvers rose to walk forward, watching with excited
expressions as Sarah pulled her hand out, then roughly pushed it
back in again. Each time she did, Hazel cried out and shook as
the hand was pushed inwards until just the wrist remained in
view, and was then drawn out, dragging her resilient cunt mouth
outwards until it stretched to allow Sarah's hand to finally
escape.

"Dear God," Mr Danvers muttered, his cock swollen and erect, the
head glowing while pre-come dribbled from the eye and dropped in
a long line slowly to the floor.

Sarah withdrew her hand from the maid's cunt and let the adults
watch it slowly close upon itself, quickly regaining it previous
tightness, still more pearly juice slipping out of it to gather
at her prepuce.

"Relax," Sarah breathed. Her finger then tested Hazel's anal
ring, circling it, anointing it with the girl's own fluids before
dipping a finger inside.

Hazel clutched at the sheets beneath her and keened.

The finger slid smoothly into her anus, and Sarah rotated it for
good measure before drawing it out and licking it.

"Wait, let me get it ready for you," Mrs Danvers cried, just as
Sarah moved to slide her finger back into Hazel's upward turned
bottom.

Hilda gripped the maid's bottom, and pulling it apart until the
anal ring was partially opened, dropped her mouth to press her
tongue into the anus, stabbing it to have her hot saliva flow
over it.

Hazel panted breathlessly, still gripping the sheets while she
stared towards the children. The tongue stabbed in and out,
thickly wet with saliva, and then left, departing to allow Sarah
to use her fingers once more.

Two fingers, straightened and pressed tightly together, slowly
invaded Hazel's upturned and meekly offered bottom, bringing with
them a keening and a panting from the maid as she felt their slow
push into the depths of her bottom. Sarah gradually turned her
two fingers, then pulled them leisurely outwards, a grin reserved
for Mr Danvers as he gripped himself and panted hotly with lust.

"Did you do this at St Mary's?" Mrs Danvers wanted to know,
watching Sarah's fingers flex the little pink anal ring, then
dive into her depths again.

"Not often Madam," Sarah admitted. "Not many would let me," she
told them.

"But you liked it," Mr Danvers asked.

Sarah nodded and added a third sticky wet finger to the other
two, to push them into Hazel, forcing them into the girl's
rectum, ignoring her panting groans and squeals.

"Your cock would fit in here," Sarah remarked, slipping her
fingers clear for a moment, just to show him the maid's open
anus, warm pink flesh gleaming within and stretched enough to
have let him slide his cock into her bottom. "But then, you would
be spent and be unable to take Sophie and Chloe, wouldn't you?"
she whispered.

Mrs Danvers grinned and stepped forward to take Sarah's place
beside Hazel. In moments, her own, longer, fingers were sliding
in and out of Hazel's bottom, delving deep into her anus before
slipping out again, awakening a pleasure in the maid that she had
not experienced before.

"She likes it," she observed, a quickening pace making Hazel pant
and quiver, short little gasps signalling her steady rise towards
another orgasm.

"We should tease her some more," Sarah said.

Hazel shook her head, her eyes closed, her eyelids fluttering.
"No, no, please!" she begged them. If it were possible, her back
dipped that little bit more and thighs, already well apart, edged
a little further out, offering herself up to whatever they wanted
to do.

"If the children weren't here, I'd give her to John," Hilda said,
licking her lips as she pushed her two fingers back into the
maid's bottom and felt the walls constrict about her, then open
with a quiver, welcoming her to do what she wanted.

"Bring her off then," Sarah, said with a shrug. The woman did so,
pumping the maid's anus with two fingers of one hand, while the
other stole under her to slide between her thighs and squeeze her
prepuce.

Sarah looked at the children noticing them flinch as they heard
Hazel's agonised squeals as she succumbed to her anal-driven
orgasm, grunting and sobbing as the pumping fingers continued
through the muscle clenching spasms of her climax, continued
through her collapse and arching, continued even until she was
too senseless to feel anything further and just lay, spent, upon
the bed.

At which point the attention turned to the children. Sarah
sauntered over to them and waved her crusty fingers under their
noses, smiling as they inhaled the scent and then equally
blushed, Sophie licking her lips and quivering, perhaps more
aware of what it would mean; to have a finger pumped in and out
of her virgin anus.

"Your daddy and mummy are watching you," Sarah whispered, turning
the girls to face them and soothing them with a slide of her hand
along their backs. "Breath deeply," she urged them, conscious of
Chloe's girlish excitement, and Sophie's adolescent nervousness.

The girls shook, each for their own reasons, blindfolded and left
to imagine how their parents may be looking at them, their young
bodies only partially hidden.

"Oh, they do look lovely," Mrs Danvers, whispered, her hands
about her naked husband's arm.

"They certainly do," Mr Danvers, agreed, his voice deep with lust
as he stared at their shorts, the cotton stretched around
unyielding flesh, moulded to the firm curve of young pubis,
tapering bellies and hard hip bones.

Sarah used a pair of scissors to remove Chloe's bikini top.
Cutting the string about her slender torso left the little
triangles of coloured cotton to loosen across the tiny nipples.
It brought the parents' attention to the small upward curve of
her recently developed breasts, skin so pale the little blue
veins beneath the surface showed.

Teasing the parents as much as the children, Sarah trimmed
another inch off the bottom of Sophie's already shortened
T-shirt, and now it hung suspended from the crown of her little
breasts, the hem just hiding their smooth upturn.

"You tease us!" Mr Danvers accused, his voice gruff with longing.

Sarah nodded and, standing behind Chloe so the girl could lean
back against her, she cut the string about her neck and allowed
the bikini top to drift to the floor. No one watched it flutter
away. Their attention was stuck upon Chloe's precious little
breasts, the pads so delicately announcing the child's recent
move towards puberty.

Sarah slid her hands about Chloe's midriff, purring in the young
girl's ear as she felt the child quiver with nerves. Her hands
slid over the child's trunk, her belly and chest, settling at
last upon the pads of her breasts where her nipples stood like
thorns, baby pink but hard as rubber, pinching them hard and
bringing a gasp from the child, enough to make her father lick
his lips.

"Shush," Sarah whispered, sensing Chloe was about to whimper. The
girl whimpered and licked her lips; her face suffused with a
colour that spread to her upper chest and parts of her tightly
in-drawn belly.

"Now, stay still while your mummy and daddy admire your little
breasts," Sarah whispered in her ear, sliding her fingers away
and smiling as Chloe shook with their departure.

Sarah then went behind Sophie and stroked the girl's back, her
lean and bare flanks and her taut young belly. The girl panted
and shook, but remained as silent as she could, her head turned
up as she tried to look from under her blindfold.

"Isn't she lovely?" Sarah asked, her hands rising to slightly
lift the cotton of the girl's shorn T-shirt, enough to have the
material rasp across her soft and delicate nipples, bringing them
erect, and expose a little more of the underside of her breasts
where they rose smoothly from her ribs.

Mr Danvers's cock was jerking up and down without having to be
touched, and Mrs Danvers was licking her dry lips, her thighs
gently sliding against each other as she trickled onto their
smooth inner surfaces.

Sarah lifted and lowered the fabric of Sophie's T-shirt,
continuing to irritate her darling nipples until she was certain
that they had extended to their fullest, then allowed the fabric
to fall once more, the worn and thin T-shirt faithfully moulding
itself to the girl's young breasts where her nipples had hardened
desperate for relief.

Sarah purred against Sophie's neck while her hands once more
stroked her belly, her waist and her flanks. Sophie was quivering
and her breath had shortened. "You're being watched by two
excited adults!" Sarah said teasingly, and took up her scissors
again, this time to cut through the back of the shorn T-shirt to
leave it hanging precariously from Sophie's gently sloping
shoulders.

"Here we go," Sarah murmured, once again teasing the child,
stroking her arms before rising to pluck the loosened fabric from
their support, and allow it to slid all the way down, and off.

"There!" Sarah announced, holding Sophie still as she stood
exposing her upper body to her parents, nipples achingly erect on
their tender looking beds of ripened strawberry flesh. Such
delicacy demanded attention, and received it. As the girl
quivered, Sarah's hands stopping her arms from covering herself
as the parents gazed avidly at her, their eyes wide and their
mouths open, their flushed faces and excited bodies talking for
them.

"Ooh, I think daddy likes you!" Sarah teased, her hands sliding
from Sophie's arms to slip up onto her breasts from below,
pinching and squeezing the tender nipples outward, towards the
watching parents.

Sophie gasped, her legs quivering as she drizzled her spend into
her overly tight shorts, belly rippling and her body glowing in
its announcement of her status. As her mother softly chuckled,
her eyes devoured her child's arousal before turning to see if
her husband had noted it, and his own over-excited state.

"Poor John is going to come, as soon as he's touched," Mrs
Danvers chuckled.

"Can he wait until I have finished undressing them?" Sarah
teased. "I mean, we don't want any of his seed splattering their
clothes now, do we?" she asked with a grin and twinkling eyes.

She released Sophie's firm breasts and ran her nails down her
front, purring again as the child reacted to the touch by sucking
her belly in and making it easier for Sarah to undo the button
holding her cut shorts in place. The zip undid itself,
unravelling and allowing the fabric to peel apart exposing pale
young skin that tapered downward with erotic smoothness. Now,
only her widely parted thighs held the last garment in place, and
Sophie knew it, as her quivering attested.

"Now, don't go anywhere!" Sarah said jokingly, slapping her
bottom, the outer portion left bare by the small and inadequate
shorts. Sophie whimpered, but the sound was lost on the parents,
whose attention followed Sarah back to Chloe.

"Place your hands on your head, and your thighs together," Sarah
ordered her, stroking her hair, so nicely hanging behind her
back, tied there with a little ribbon.

Chloe did so, her cheeks blooming in colour as she prepared for
the final piece of clothing to be drawn from her. The 'shaking'
illness seemed to move from one child to another, diminishing
with Sophie to worsen in Chloe as Sarah smiled to the eagerly
watching parents as she turned Chloe around to show them her
lovely little bottom once more.

"No words," she murmured, her warm breath coating Chloe's little
face before Sarah proceeded to lean forward, a prelude to drawing
her tight little stretch-cotton shorts down. Her thumbs slid
along the waistband, easing it from where it had dug into Chloe's
skin, and then she was easing it downwards, inverting it as the
gusset refused to part with the flesh it held, stretching it
again, until it burst from its haven, the padded gusset appearing
to the parents, the cotton gleaming with the rich wetness the
child had secreted from all her teasing.

Chloe was left naked, her lovely little bottom facing her
parents, and they gazed avidly at the young flesh, at the nubile
dip of her back and the swift rise of her bottom, at the short
crease and the pert slide downwards, curving enticingly in
towards her hidden cunt, young thighs held together against the
prying eyes of her parents.

Sarah eased the shorts off and stood, sliding her hands along
Chloe's fair skin and delighting in its texture. "Are you
excited?" she asked the blindfolded child.

Chloe fought for breath between licking her lips, and then
sharply nodded, her face suffused with excitement.

"Let me feel," Sarah whispered, her mouth up against Chloe's ear,
her eyes on the watching parents and Mrs Danvers's hands as they
wandered up her flanks to capture and maul her full and jutting
breasts.

Chloe emitted a little girlish whimper, and her bare feet inched
timidly apart, stopping all too soon for those who watched, but
enough for Sarah to spear the apex of her slender young cunt,
pressing an extended finger deep into her.

Chloe gasped and shook. Sarah grinned, her finger entering the
girl's cunt to find her hot and wet, soaking with excitement.

"Oh, you naughty girl! So wet and hot!" she gasped.

Chloe caught her breath and shook, her thighs flexing as she came
on Sarah's delving fingers and the thought of her parents
watching her, of their eyes sliding over her nakedness.

No sooner did Sarah feel the girl relax from her pleasure, then
she was turning the girl, once again smiling towards the naked
parents as they got to see Chloe in the nude, her pretty little
cunt, devoid of hair, glowing with love, lips unfolded and
parted, her flesh gleaming brightly from within.

"Thighs well apart, Chloe," Sarah told her, pinching her nipples
and smiling as she jerked and squirmed.

The child panted as she meekly obeyed, her parted thighs letting
the split curve of her youthful cunt just hang there, perfectly
poised for cupping in an adult hand, or having a tongue run along
its crack, gathering the wetness that clung within, waiting for
an excuse to escape her.

Sarah would have stayed with Chloe, stroking her body and pulling
at her vulva, helping to part and open it, exposing her tender
young parts to the full, but Sophie waited right beside them,
still glowing, still breathing quickly, her head cocked to help
her hear every slight move, every groan, murmur, every whispered
comment that went on around her.

"Now! It's your turn, Sophie," Sarah whispered, turning the girl
towards her and kissing her gently on the mouth whilst her hands
teased her nipples. Sophie's sweet breath exploded within Sarah's
mouth as her nipples were squeezed and pinched, drawn up to lift
the girl on to tiptoes, panting and whimpering.

"Hands on your head, thighs together," Sarah murmured, breaking
their sweet kiss and licking her lips of the child's flavour.

"I can't stand this!" Mr Danvers sobbed, watching his daughter's
thighs close, and in doing so, bring weight to her lovely little
bottom.

Mrs Danvers laughed and hugged his arm, and yet she was as
flushed as he, if not more so, her breasts and belly glowing with
her arousal, her thighs gleaming with her dribbling wetness.

"Your father has the biggest erection I have ever seen!" Sarah
told Sophie as she completed the lowering of the zip, and took a
hold of the garment over each slender young hip.

Sophie bit her lip, her glow becoming brighter as she steeled
herself for her forthcoming nakedness. Sarah waited, enjoying the
tension she created in the family. It was almost palatable, and
certainly added to the juices seeping from her own cunt, sliding
with a tickling sensation along her inner thighs, halted when her
thighs brushed together to create a gleam coating to her skin.

Slowly, tantalisingly, the denim shorts were drawn off of
Sophie's hips, baring the gentle tone of the child's skin and
bringing groans from the parents, as much as from the child.

Sarah watched them as she bared Sophie's little bottom to them; a
neat little bottom with a short but deep crease, turning sharply
yet smoothly towards her cunt, still hidden between thighs that
had commenced broadening with puberty.

"Do you like her bottom?" Sarah asked, letting the shorts go so
her hands could slide up the back of Sophie's thighs and capture
the twin globes of her little cheeks.

Both parents groaned, their bodies held still as their eyes
became fastened to Sarah's gently squeezing and pinching fingers.

Sophie whimpered and quivered, biting her lip and snorting softly
as she fought the urge to run away and hide. Sarah grinned as she
squeezed and pinched the cheeks, knowing the action was pulling
the child's bottom further apart and giving her parents a glance
of her anus.

"Would you like to see more?" Sarah asked.

Mr Danvers's moan said it all. Mrs Danvers licked her lips and
smiled.

Sarah rose and kissed the breathless girl again, loving the
quiver to her lips and the wash of her hot agitated breath over
her face. "Lean forward, Sophie," she murmured, a hand caressing
her. "Lean forward and push your bottom out towards your daddy,"
she whispered teasingly.

Sophie bit her lip and shook as she forced herself forward.
Sarah's free hand rose to press against her budding breasts,
squeezing and pinching them in turn with a gentleness that
brought fresh pleasure spikes into her yielding young body.

When her head met the wall she stopped to pant, quivering
uncontrollably as both of Sarah's hands reached for her bottom
and drew the resilient cheeks apart to expose her pink anus.

"My! Look how small it is," Sarah murmured, teasing her parents
while the feel of Sophie's trembling teased her, soaking her in
her own hot flows.

"I can't stand this," Mr Danvers groaned, while yet another
string of fluid dropped slowly from the eye of his cock onto the
carpet.

Sarah released Sophie's bottom and stood, straightening the
panting child. Once she had straightened, she turned the girl
towards her parents, helping her as she shook, supporting her as
she urged the young girl to part her thighs and let her parents
have a good look at her flowering cunt.

"Isn't she pretty?" Sarah asked, framing the pubis with her
fingers, emphasising the swollen shaft of Sophie's prepuce where
it ran along her cleft, erect and engorged, dying to be caressed.

"She's a darling," her mother admitted.

"She's gorgeous," her father breathed.

Sophie quivered, her teeth sandwiching her lower lip as she
shook, exposed before her parents.

"Kneel," Sarah told her, having to repeat it again before Sophie
understood and obeyed.

"Your daddy needs some relief, Sophie," Sarah told the girl,
leaving her side for a moment to go to Chloe to do the same to
her; drawing her forward to kneel beside her sister, both facing
slightly inwards and towards each other.

The parents waited, watching Sarah as she organised their
children, easing them into the position that she wanted, and
gazing hotly at the two girls, so clearly at different points of
development, and yet both so alluring.

Satisfied, Sarah stepped up to the man and led him slowly
forward. She stopped him a foot from the kneeling girls, the
blindfolded children unaware of how close their father's
throbbing and jerking cock was from their flushed young faces.
Sarah knelt between them and taking a hold of their right hands,
guided them upwards, towards their father's throbbing cock.

"Very gently now," she warned them.

Sophie was first to feel his cock and gasped. Chloe followed
suit, and whilst Sophie timidly traced its length with her
fingertips, Chloe slid her hand about the shaft, her mouth
hanging open as she realised its thickness.

"Isn't that cute?" Mrs Danvers remarked, watching from one side.
"One wants to know its length, while the other wants to know his
thickness."

Mr Danvers panted, his eyes wide and his breath hurried as he
watched and felt his children handle him, their confidence
growing with every second, the light hesitant touches soon
turning to stroking and kneading, sometimes squeezing, sometimes
pulling.

"I'm going to come!" he gasped, pleading eyes turned to Sarah.

"Breasts out, Sophie," Sarah told the youngster firmly.

Sophie blushed as she did as she was told, a startled cry
escaping her as her father's hot seed splattered her upturned
breasts, adorning her with pearly drops and sprays that clung
thickly to her smooth young flesh.

"Good girl," Sarah murmured to the panting girl, kissing her
lightly on the cheek before calling Hazel over.

"No!" Mrs Danvers cried, and came hurriedly forward to drop to
her hands and knees in front of her swaying daughter.

Sarah returned Sophie's hand to her head and stood behind the
girl, holding her erect, her breasts thrust out, while her mother
leant forward to begin licking her husband's seed from the
child's warm skin.

"Do you feel that," Sarah purred, loving the feel of the girl's
back against her own tight young breasts. "That's your mother
licking your daddy's seed from your breasts," she giggled.

Sophie's breath caught and she quivered, coming as her mother's
tongue slid along her skin, capturing a spray of seed and sliding
up one little breast to pinch its nipple. With the seed still in
her mouth, she covered the budding nipple with her lips and
sucked. Sophie gasped and shook, a little groan escaping her as
new pleasures assaulted her again.

Sarah moved around to Chloe and, kneeling beside the child, drew
her hands to her father's shrinking cock. "Stroke him," she urged
softly, her body close against the little one's back.

Chloe was quickly showing herself to be the more adventurous of
the two girls, and licking her lips, set to work drawing the
loose flesh around his stork back and forth, its hardening and
lengthening making her glow with her success.

"Good girl," Sarah whispered, stroking her arms, her belly and
her chest, the child's father looking on from above them, panting
with his renewed excitement.

"Do you like your daddy's cock?" Sarah asked.

Chloe remembered not to speak and nodded, a wicked little grin on
her face as her fingers, looking extremely small around the now
hard shaft of her father's cock, gently stroked the burning and
stretched flesh.

"Would you like to taste it?" Sarah asked, whispering the
audaciously naughty words into the child's ears while her fingers
squeezed themselves between her thighs to stroke the petal folds
of her cunt. "Would you like to make your daddy's cock grow
again, because you licked it?" she continued.

The thoughts and fingers made her quiver. The thing in her hands
burnt and pulsed, the oldest form of communication repeatedly
saying to her; yes, yes, yes.

Chloe nodded, a jerk of her head as the thought and fingers
brought her on, made her explode inside and melt outside. Sarah's
chuckle made her burn, while the feel of her father approaching
her, presenting her with his hard man thing made her feel weak.

"Just hold it up and lick it," Sarah was telling her, her hand
guiding hers, her other hand gently pressing her reluctant head
forward.

Chloe whimpered, and then did as she was told, turning her head
up to lick the underside of her father's cock, licking it to feel
it burn against her tongue; burn, pulse, jerk, throb, bound.

"Oh, Jesus!" Mr Danvers sobbed, his eyes betraying his disbelief
as, thighs bent to help his daughter reach his cock, he shook and
panted, watching her lick with ever increasing pleasure.

"It tastes nice, doesn't it?" Sarah beamed.

Chloe nodded, a puppy at her bowl. So Sarah drew her back and ran
her fingertip across her half open mouth. "Open, Chloe. Daddy
needs his little girl to clean him and make him right. You know
what I mean, don't you?" she teased, whispering the words into
the girl's ear and watching the affect it had on her.

"Open wide, Chloe, because Daddy has a big, big cock to give to
his little darling," she teased.

Chloe shook, but obeyed, a look of eager anticipation on her
face.

John shuffled forward and, hotly panting, let himself be guided
into his younger daughter's waiting mouth.

"Oh God!" he gasped. "Oh Christ, she's sucking me!" he cried.

Chloe was, her lips having closed around the shaft directly
behind the swollen and tender head. Her tongue moved to lap the
strange but pleasant, exciting flavours from the rubbery flesh,
then swallow, unwittingly sucking on it as she did so. And having
got a good reaction from her father, the clever child then
repeated the move, each swallow making him gasp and groan, each
swift suck bringing more thick juice for her to savour.

Sarah left her to play, well aware that Mr Danvers would take
some time to come again, following his earlier spray right across
Sophie's breasts. She returned to the older girl, finding that
Mrs Danvers had finished cleaning her daughter's breasts, and was
now adding a burnished tone to her little breasts by sucking upon
her young nipples.

"Nice, eh?" she crooned in Sophie's ear, watching the girl pant
and lick her lips, her face glowing from the pleasure she was
getting. "But it's time to give back some pleasure," she told the
girl.

Mrs Danvers rose from Sophie's little breasts and licked her
lips. "On the bed, I think," Sarah told her, and led Sophie
forward, still on her knees, while her mother strode over to the
bed and lay down, her hands under her bottom as she anticipated
Sarah's next little game.

Sophie panted; unaware of how delicious she looked, coming
towards the bed on her knees, her youthful pubis moving as she
did. Sarah knelt beside her and, taking her hands, placed them
both upon her mother's belly.

Sophie's breath quickened as her fingers gently explored the
subtle contours of her mother's middle, one hand slowly creping
upwards to meet with the sharp slope of her ribcage, the other
then extending downwards, her breath quickening as she met with
her mother's sharp hip bone, then the upwards slope of her pubis,
only recently shaven.

Sarah smiled as the breathing of both mother and daughter
shortened, the mother able to watch the daughter as her hands
timidly traversed the hills, dips and plains of her naked body,
the daughter blushing under her blindfold, timidly moving her
hands towards her mother's cunt.

The hands moved individually, as if one waited for the other to
find new terrain before it could move on. So Sophie's right hand
timidly ascended her mother's breasts, a little shy gasp escaping
her as she came upon the stiffened nipple, just dying to have her
toy with it.

"Pinch it!" Sarah hissed, pressing herself against Sophie's back
and sweeping her hands around the girl to have her thumb and
fingers stretch to embrace her young breasts, offering them to
the woman's eyes while her thick rubbery nipple was timidly
squeezed.

"Harder!" Sarah urged.

Sophie panted and obeyed, her breath breaking as her mother
groaned and moved her legs against each other.

"Now feel her wetness!" Sarah urged. And she breathed hotly into
the girl's ear as she watched her left hand assail her mother's
pubis, then blindly turn to align her fingers with her thick
lipped cunt.

Trembling within Sarah's embrace, Sophie timidly slid her finger
along her mother's nether lips, her breath rushing from her as
she felt her parting fingers release a wash of slippery wetness
onto her digit.

"In, in!" Sarah breathed, watching the young finger unfold her
mother's cunt.

Sophie's finger bent into her mother's cunt and slid along the
wet and welcoming valley, welcomed by parting thighs and the
opening of the woman's vagina.

Panting, her unseeing face hanging down, Sophie fed a finger into
her mother, a semblance of a return after thirteen years absence.

Sarah's fingers were doing the same to her, approaching from the
front and the back, sliding over the taper of her belly and the
proud curve of her blossoming bottom to meet at her cunt, her
open thighs allowing knowing fingers to unfold her, spread her,
enter her.

Sophie quivered in glorious delight, her right hand remembering
to pinch the nipple between her fingers while the other,
remembering the summerhouse the previous day, extended a second
finger and, with delicate precision, slid that also into her
mother.

"Oh yes," Sarah breathed, flattened fingers squashing the girl's
swollen prepuce to her pelvis while the other dipped in turn
between her tight little cunt, and her even tighter little
bottom.

Sophie sank her two fingers into her mother's cunt, immersing her
fingers in the hot wetness to feel the walls constrict to grip
her, and at the same time felt her own body convulse from the
pleasures Sarah was sparking off in her.

"Mummy!" she wept, sobbing with the incredible delight forced
upon her.

"Yes, yes darling!" her mother replied, arching into her
daughter's hands to shake with orgasmic bliss, clitoris and
nipples standing proud, swollen and brightened with infused
blood.

"Well done!" Sarah complemented the girl, and drew her away from
her mother, to where Mr Danvers had been standing, his hips
thrust forward to help Chloe to suck and lick on his gleaming
cock.

"Time to change over now," Sarah told the panting man, drawing
Chloe's hands and mouth away from her father's saliva coated cock
to have her kneel to one side, her hands returned to her head,
her slender young thighs parted to let them all see how swollen
and ripe her pink young cunt had become.

Sophie was positioned in her place and blindly led to lean
forward, first to grip her father's cock, to then pant over it,
stroking it against her cheek, her nose and forehead while she
inhaled the aroma.

Finally, panting and breathless, she held it in shaking hands and
kissed the ruby head. Sarah, light headed with excitement, softly
urged her on, willing her to kiss the dribbling end, anoint her
lips with his ooze, then, with a little groan, to accept it into
her mouth, sucking cautiously on it.

As Sophie's nervousness dissolved under the rising tide of sexual
gratification, Sarah moved to pull Chloe up and lead her
willingly to where her mother sat, patiently waiting.

"You liked licking you Daddy, didn't you, Chloe," Sarah asked,
kneeling beside the girl and silently urging Chloe's mother to
part her thighs and bring her juicy ripe cunt to the edge of the
bed.

The mother obeyed, and leaning back on one outthrust arm, used
her other to unfurl her ripe and protruding inner lips, spreading
herself for her daughter.

Chloe nodded and giggled, licking her lips suggestively.

Sarah grinned and slid her hands over the child's body,
delighting in her warm and smooth flesh, every curve and dip of
her body slight and smooth, like that of a bedcover before
someone has got beneath it.

"Would you like to taste Mummy now?" she asked the girl.

Chloe blushed, squirming with delightful child-like innocence
while unseen by her, Sarah drew her finger through Mrs Danvers's
cunt to have the tip thickly coated in her wetness, then drew it
to Chloe's mouth.

"Taste," Sarah whispered, depositing the thick slime on her lower
lip.

Chloe tasted, then smiled, and then extended her tongue for more.

Sarah gave her the finger to finish licking it of what remained,
and then softly whispered to the young girl, guiding her forward
and down, drawing her off of her heels so her bottom was poised
in the air, the rolled lips of her cunt open beneath it. Head
drawn back, Chloe began to timidly lick her mother's shaven vulva
and her mother's fingers, savouring the taste before returning
for more.

Hazel knelt behind Chloe and slid her hand under the girl's tight
bottom to feel the glazed lips of her cunt, stretched taut by her
position, exposed and available to play with, exciting the child
while she slid her tongue through her mother's cunt and flicked
the bulbous little bulb at its helm.

As Mrs Danvers panted and softly urged her daughter into reaching
into her crevice harder, softer, higher, lower, Sarah retreated
to where Mr Danvers stood, a hand on Sophie's head as she bobbed
it back and forth upon the final inch, inch and a half of his
manhood. Her cheeks blew in and out as she licked, then sucked.
Her hands gripped his powerful thighs, fingers biting into his
muscular flesh as she accepted his quickening thrusts.

"He's going to come in your mouth," Sarah told her in a hot
little whisper.

Sophie snorted through her nose. Sarah could almost see Sophie's
eyes in her imagination, staring blankly in front of her as her
mouth was used by her father, his breath sounding ever louder and
more urgent in her ears, his glands swelling, his thighs
knotting.

"His going to spurt his seed," Sarah repeated. Her hand slid to
the back of her head to hold her ready. The other slid behind
him, her index finger squirreling between his tight and hairy
bottom to search for his moist anus.

"Christ girls!" he cried. His hands tightened in Sophie's hair,
holding her abruptly still as, thighs quivering, his loins jerked
back and forth with the strength of his shooting seed.

"Yes, yes!" he repeated as spurt after spurt was sent into
Sophie's mouth, until he was too breathless to do anything more
than jerk with the aftermath of his rigours.

Sarah let Sophie slide off her father's softening cock, and
covered her mouth with her own, sharing the sticky seed between
them until all that remained was the aftertaste of salt and,
something else, something distinctly male.

"One last thing," Sarah whispered to her.

Mrs Danvers had dropped to the carpet in front of her youngest
daughter and was rapturously kissing her child; thanking her for
the pleasure she had given her with her tongue. Sarah drew Chloe
up and, as one, laid the two children on their backs upon the
bed, their thighs overhanging the edge.

The parents, tired but still adventurous, watched with interest
as Sarah spread her charges thighs, letting the girls whimper as
she exposed both little cunts to their fullest.

"The last game for tonight," she promised them, running her nails
along their inner thighs to smile as their tummies tightened and
their thigh muscles clenched.

Sarah led the parents to positions kneeling between their spread
thighs and, glancing at the bedside clock, told them they had
three minutes to bring their daughter off, before switching
places.

Hazel stood beside Sarah to watch as Mr Danvers slid his tongue
across Chloe's bald but proud pubis making the girl jerk and
gasp, before his tongue lowered between her thighs. As the sharp
sensations from his tongue knifed into her, her hands came down
to grip his head, his strength too great for her to divert his
tongue from its artful flick of her tender little prepuce.

Mrs Danvers was more languid in her approach, and took delight in
kissing and breathing over Sophie's thighs, exciting the girl and
making her breathless well before her attention and breath turned
on her adolescent cunt. By which time she was swollen and open,
flushed with excitement and yearning to be touched.

Chloe came inside of two minutes, her knees rising either side of
her father's eager administrations while, her hands clasped to
the back of his head, she held him there as her fiery pleasure
threw her head back while stretching and arching her back.

Sophie took longer, her mother expertly licking her little
trough, teasing the girl into whimpering in want, spreading her
thighs and lifting her cunt.  At last, when it arrived, it
brought a sharp cry from the girl and a quiver of her cunt
against her mother's mouth, her flushed face tossing back and
forth.

"Change places. Five minutes more!" Sarah proclaimed.

The parents grinned at her as they shuffled past each other,
sliding easily between young thighs spread wide by their previous
encounter. Now, while the girls floated on the afterglow of their
recent orgasm, their parents assaulted them once more.

Tender young cunts were touched, stroked, licked and sucked upon.
Fragile clitorises were urged into swelling once more, skin
glowing. Seeping juices were gathered on the tips of adult
tongues, savoured and swallowed, savoured and spread. Little cunt
mouths were diligently explored, quivering entrances tested, and
tasted. Laboured breath filled the master bedroom as the girls
squirmed under their parents' lips, mouths and tongues, young and
slender hips kept in place by hands that dwarfed their slender
bodies.

Now it was Sophie who took her pleasure first, jerking nearly
upright as her father's vigorous tongue lapped hungrily at the
base of her vulva, bringing her to a sharp explosion of pleasure.

Chloe followed, stretching her young body and keening as she
shook upon the thrilling flicks of her mother's tongue upon her
exposed clitoris, womanly fingers holding the hood back, away
from the over-sensitive tip.

Sarah and Hazel took the children to their beds and removed their
blindfolds.  Tired but glowing, the girls crawled naked into
their beds and were asleep in seconds, smiles on their relaxed
faces.

Sarah and Hazel returned to the bedroom where Mr Danvers lay,
waiting for the maid to revive him, while Mrs Danvers waited for
Sarah, her grin promising her hours of pleasure to come.

Sarah was indeed very fortunate; not only to be the governess to
two very pretty little girls, but also as there was to be a new
addition to the Danvers family.

Being a patron of St Mary's had its advantages, and Mr Danvers
had persuaded the nuns to let him adopt Anna. Sarah just couldn't
concentrate on the day of her arrival, thinking about all the
abuses and punishments she was going to be able to give her,
knowing that this time, unlike the nuns, Mr and Mrs Danvers would
be encouraging her to be as creative as possible.