“Well, if you can’t, I shall,” Alice said with determination. And so it was agreed…
The next afternoon at two promptly, the bell rang and Fanny admitted Mrs. Blunt and Wilhelmina. The latter wore a lacy maid’s cap, a black skirt and white blouse, black lisle stockings, and dainty shoes with little ribbon bows at the instep. I observed that she had let her hair grow longer now, so that the troublingly mannish look which she had had when we first encountered her as a pseudo-waiter from Willoughby’s was gone. Her hair was neatly piled in a round bun at the back of her head, leaving her nape and ears bare. But it gave her quite a charmingly saucy mien, all the same.
I had already apprised Fanny what was going to take place this afternoon, and the charming girl could hardly wait to be reunited with lovely Connie Blunt again. Connie wore this afternoon a pink long dress which did wonders for her pearly-white, deliciously dazzling skin, and I found that the bodice was even more audacious than she generally wore, indicating that doubtless she was as impatient to be reunited with us who had initiated her into the voluptuous mysteries of Life and Love as we were to augment her erotic education.
Fanny served tea, and cast Connie many ardent looks from under her thick curly lashes, which made the delicious young widow blush again.
“I am happy to see you again, Wilhelmina,” I now remarked, “and I trust that you are feeling more secure in your new situation and that you and Mrs. Blunt are at least good friends.”
“Oh yes, sir!” the charming young girl responded in that inimitably husky voice which never failed to set the blood coursing hotly through my veins.
“Why, that is good news, my dear girl,” I said generously. “I am happy that things turned out so well, aren’t you, my beloved wife?”
“Perhaps,” Alice said with a sniff of disdain, “but Wilhelmina still owes me three pounds, you know.”
“Alice,” I chided lovingly, “you are being petty. I am sure that she paid for that when we chastised her.”
Now Wilhelmina’s face was as crimson as Connie’s had been a little while ago, and she looked down at the floor as if wishing herself leagues under it.
“Tell me, Connie dear,” Alice drawled, “are you certain that your new maid has been properly disciplined, and that she performs all your orders without argument and question?”
“Well, not exactly,” Connie giggled, with an arched glance at me, “because I have persistently asked her to tell me about the orphanage, and she keeps silent on that score.”
“Oh, Mrs. Blunt, please, you really mustn’t ask me about that! I beg you not to!” came from Wilhelmina.
“Revolt in the ranks!” I laughingly observed as I rose with a gesture to Alice and at Fanny to hold themselves in readiness. “I think perhaps we had best thresh matters out. Come along, Connie, and tell your maid to accompany us.”
“Oh, what-what do you mean, sir?” Wilhelmina stammered.
“I mean, my girl,” I said sternly, “that you are at last going to tell us the truth about your origin.”
“No, I shan’t! You have no right to pry anymore! I paid my penalty, and I’m working for Mrs. Blunt and-oh do let go of me, sir-it’s wrong-oh please-don’t do this!” Wilhelmina cried as now Fanny and I and Alice seized her by the arms and elbows and dragged her toward the Snuggery, with Connie following.
But once we were inside, and once we had swiftly bound Wilhelmina’s wrists to the pulley ropes dangling from the ceiling, the three of us as a united household now turned upon the golden-haired young widow. “And you, Connie,” Alice said greedily, “still have a score to settle with me. Dear Jack and I both wish to know how it was that, for all your professions of maidenly innocence, we discovered that you were not a virgin at all, you naughty girl! Seize her, Fanny, and hoist her alongside Wilhelmina!”
“I have a still better idea,” I chuckled. “Move that lever so that the other set of pulley ropes will dangle exactly in front of Wilhelmina, and we shall have maid and mistress opposite each other for a reckoning!”
“A capital idea, my darling,” Alice approved.
And so it was. A few minutes later, Connie Blunt found herself with her arms dragged high above her head standing in front of her own maid, while Fanny and Alice were swiftly disrobing the two young women.
This was not done without shrieks and cries and pleas from both of them, but I was obdurate in the matter. I wished only to preside as a kind of arbiter, and render impartial justice.
Alice herself was stripping Wilhelmina, while Fanny lovingly disrobed the young widow. Connie wore a corset, a chemise and vest, and when her drawers were removed she stood in stockings and garters and her shoes, a wealth of disorderly golden hair tumbling on her panting bosom, her face scarlet. Meanwhile, I drank in with my eyes her tall slender naked figure, uninterrupted from midthigh to her updrawn hands, and that enforced attitude displaying to perfection the voluptuous curves of her hips, her luscious haunches, her magnificently rounded bottom and shapely legs. But what a pearly, delicious skin she had, and the contrast of those full juicy buttocks as against the delicious little titties which stood naughtily out with their coral nipples protruding and stiff as they quivered and palpitated on her heaving bosom! And then the round smooth belly with its adorable niche like a jewel in the center, and over the soft cunt a thickly clustering mass of silky, curly, golden-brown hairs hiding the soft pink lips which I myself had explored and found to be tight and grudging in their yielding to my ramrod but, alas for Connie’s sweet sanctity, not virginal!
“Oh, aren’t they lovely, Miss Alice!” Fanny enthused, her eyes sparkling.
“Indeed they are, but Wilhelmina is mine,” said my young and beautiful wife. Then she looked at me and said sternly, “Jack, let us go make ourselves more comfortable so that we can deal with these wicked girls! Fanny, go find two feathers, you’ll find them in the chest back in the corner there, and get them ready. They are going to be tickled and smacked, and maybe many things more, until we learn the truth about them both!” So saying, Alice crooked her arm through mine, and led me off into our dressing room, where each of us with eager hands undressed the other until my darling wife was naked but for her hose and garters and her button shoes, over which she at once put a negligee of red satin that was most becoming. Indeed, I was almost tempted to forget the two occupants of the Snuggery and to take my wife to bed then and there for the rest of the day. But that would be to eschew the luscious temptations awaiting us both. I myself put on only a dressing gown and slippers, and then we went back as a happily married couple should to share the pleasures which awaited us.
Fanny had already procured the long downy feathers, one in each hand, and was awaiting us. When she saw how summarily we were dressed, she exclaimed, “Oh, won’t you let me undress too, Miss Alice?”
“You may do so at once, Fanny, but hurry back,” Alice retorted. “Hand me those feathers at once!”
“Oh dear, what are they going to do to us, Mrs. Blunt?” Wilhelmina Ponsonby sobbed.
“I’m afraid, Wilhelmina,” Connie replied with a languorous sigh, and a glance over her shoulder at me which indicated that she was not particularly angry with me for having reduced her to such a naked and helpless state, “that there is nothing we can do about it except obey them.”
“That is sound advice, Willy,” I chuckled. But now Alice had planted herself behind the lovely young maid and was busy rasping both feathers over the young girl’s bottom, pausing occasionally to reach under Wilhelmina’s milky posterior to caress her cunt.
“Darling, why don’t you find out if she is a nice girl or not?” Alice now demanded of me.
I did not need a second invitation, believe me! In a trice, I stood at their sides as they faced each other, and putting my left hand out toward Wilhelmina’s cunt, I prodded my forefinger through the thick fleece of her pubis and towards the dainty shell-pink lips of her cunny.