'I cannot bear this! My God, let me dress! The shame-oh, the shame!', Astrid cried.
'Have pity and let me cover myself!'.
'Straddle her, Amy', Julia commanded, the words causing Astrid to buck madly.
'You dare not!', she cried, but all was effected so rapidly that in a trice the maid had leapt nimbly upon the bed, casting her legs on either side of Astrid's body. Facing her feet, and squatting her bottom lightly upon the outraged young woman, Amy looped both arms beneath Astrid's thighs and drew them back so that the exposure of her most ultimate parts was then complete. As Astrid's bottom was half-lifted, Julia moved smoothly to the end of the bed at the position which Amy had so quickly vacated, and slid her palms beneath the luscious half-moons.
'NO-OH! You will be punished for this!', came Astrid's screech.
Her arms were still held by Marie, who knelt attentively beside her. She was unable to wrench her drawn-back thighs from Amy's tight grasp, and was held completely immobile, the full prey of Julia, who had commenced taming other wilful young ladies in much this wise.
Cupping the wriggling cheeks of Astrid's bottom firmly, Julia bent farther forward and slid her face up between the heavenly columns until her warm breath approached and wafted around the haven of Astrid's cunny. Longingly, her pink tongue extended itself, moving in slow and snake-like fashion about the puffy lips, causing Astrid to moan beseechingly since no tongue or finger had ever touched her there. Slow and subtle in her ministrations, Julia sought with the very tip of her tongue to part the lovelips, whose oily secretions already announced themselves. The salty, tangy flavour, intoxicating as it was, caused Julia then to insert a full four inches of her tongue into the velvety cleft, where she wriggled it about, causing Astrid's plump, tight bottom to gyrate upon her hands.
'Do not, do not, do NOT!', Astrid sobbed unceasingly, her arms and legs constantly trying to loose themselves from her captors.
'What a delicious cunt she has', murmured Julia, whose tongue sought the moist cleft where the little button of Astrid's clitoris had already swelled a trifle. Like a tiny penis, it poised there, silently imploring of its own accord the labial caresses that Julia artfully brought to it.
'Hah-ooooh!', Astrid moaned. Slivers of white fire seemed to shoot through her belly at this lascivious attention. Unknowing even that she possessed such a titillating little organ, she found herself enduring indescribable sensations under the circular working of her hostess's tongue.
Is she coming yet, Madame', Amy asked excitedly, seeing her mistress's nose rubbing all around the young woman's plump mount as her mouth worked.
'In but a moment or two. She will sprinkle well, this one', came the husky, muffled response.
Already the seepings of Astrid's juices swam over and around Julia's mouth, which received them with perfect glee, for no nectar was ever sweeter to Lady Tingle. Finery attuned as her ears were, she recognised a changing note in Astrid's sobbings and breathings, and could feel, too, the anticipatory tightening of the young woman's marbled bottom cheeks as the delicious crisis approached. Within seconds, as Julia's tongue continued lapping, a gritty whine emitted itself from Astrid's throat. Her whole belly and cunt, as it seemed to her, were melting in a fire of bliss, and her thighs no longer strove against the ringing of Amy's arms.
'THOOO-OOOH-OOH!', came her whine. Her clitoris-long, fully erect-seemed to appeal for one last sweeping of Julia's tongue. Receiving it, and feeling it then plunge its full, snaking length within her oozing grotto, Astrid came. Her hips bucked violently, her back rippling, and then from her longing cunny spurted a fine milky rain which spattered Julia's nose and flooded her mouth with its creamy essence.
'HAAAAAR!', Astrid shuddered. Despite herself, she could not help but grind her slit passionately to Julia's open mouth while yet again and again her climactic bliss repeated itself until, weakening and sobbing, she found herself released, her legs falling as limp as her arms, her face flushed then pale, her belly heaving.
'What a froth! One would think that a young stallion had mounted her!', murmured Julia. Take her now to the bathroom and sponge and perfume her well'.
'Stop, oh stop!', Astrid moaned, though her protests were now so feeble and her divine form so throbbing still with pleasure that she was but as a limp doll. She permitted herself to be weakly drawn off the bed by the two maids, her knees buckling as she was led along the corridor to a bathroom of such curious aspect as Astrid had never seen before.
The bath itself was marble and like no other she had encountered. It so shallow that it seemed but a trough of elongated oval shape set upon four short and gilded plinths. Warm and scented water lay already within it to a depth of scarce more than eighteen inches. Immediately above the bath hung gilded chains which extended down from hooks. On seeing these, Astrid uttered a cry of alarm and would have urged herself back again towards the door had not the two maids forced her into the bath holding her in a standing posture. Marie clasped her tightly about her slender waist, while her companion took the chains and fastened them with circlets of iron about Astrid's wrists. Held upright thus, Astrid commenced beseeching the pair as she would never otherwise have deigned to do with servants.
'Let me go, I beg you! My father will reward you well! Oh, why am I chained?'.
'Tut, tut, how the young lady questions things', laughed Marie, taking a fine, large sponge and lathering it well with perfumed soap. 'Whether your Papa will reward you or you him is something for the future to decide. As to your bonds, they are but to keep you still while you are bathed. Open your legs now, Miss!'.
Uttering a rattling cry, Astrid could but hang her head back in quivering shame and wonder as the warm sponge laved her legs, moving ever upwards until its sensuous surface was worked by Marie's subtle hand beneath her dell. Feeling the warm water, Astrid haplessly rotated her bottom. The sensations she had already endured under Julia's caresses had been exquisite, yet that they were the devil's work she was convinced and strove still to suppress them.
'What would I not give to kiss her!', Amy exclaimed, while she herself saw to the additional sponging of Astrid's body above her hips.
'Madam will be very angry if you do', Marie scolded, though she herself could not resist slipping her middle finger up past the sponge and letting it brush beneath the lips of Astrid's cunt, making her quiver adorably. Occasionally Lady Tingle permitted them to sport with some of the girls who were brought to Hardcastle for training, but only those whom their mistress considered to be naughty but submissive, having no streaks of arrogance in them and being fit only for 'harem games', as her Ladyship would declare. Instinctively, Marie had already divined that Miss Astrid Cane was not one such. Had she been, Lady Tingle might well have birched her first, for it was thought to be 'as fine a way of bringing a young lady on as any. That she had accorded Astrid much more intimate attentions was a sign of more loving devotion.
Astrid by now had ceased to protest, knowing well enough that there was no purpose to it. Thoroughly washed, she was dried and powdered in the bath before the chains were released and her aching arms allowed to fall. That she would soon enough escape she had no doubt and therefore permitted herself to be taken in silence back to the boudoir, where her hostess had been amusing herself by reading a novelette of a kind that may only be purchased in Paris or from certain discreet establishments in London. The change of expression in Astrid's face amused her but did not surprise her. The mettle of her mama showed more clearly now, save for a slight trembling of Astrid's fingers as she was sat upon the bed.