Ralph Cane, meanwhile, had fretted for one long hour. Whatever Astrid was about, it could not possibly take her all this time to wash and change her attire, he told himself pettishly, yet he dared not stray from his study until the sixty minutes had passed. Unknown to him, of course, the period of waiting imposed by Astrid was a deliberate one. She had enough to think about in terms of plotting and planning, for all was now clear to her and she had few doubts as to how Belinda would have succumbed by now to the lascivious call of Nature.
Undressing slowly and having laved and dried her lovely curves, she drew on first a pair of black-silk stockings, which she drew up tightly by means of suspender straps that dangled from a fetching little corset. This latter garment left her breasts fully bared, as she intended it to. Drawing on then a pair of black-silk drawers in the directoire mode, which left an enticing gap of thigh flesh between the material and her stocking tops, she arrayed herself finally in boots and surveyed herself in the mirror. All that she saw pleased her. Drawing in her slender waist even more tightly, the corset gave full flow to her hips and an even more impudent thrust to her bottom. Above, where it encircled her snow-white skin, a rim of black lace flared, tickling the under curve of her bared tits slightly, in a way that made her nose wrinkle with pleasure.
At the junction of her swelling thighs, the drawers fitted tightly and sufficiently so to indicate the rich plumpness of her mount and the bunching of the wad of curls that surmounted it. Though naught of her cunny itself, nor the cleft of her bottom, was revealed, all was clearly delineated in the most teasing manner. Applying perfume to her armpits, where further curls showed, Astrid then loosened her hair. Letting it fall about her shoulders, she brushed it luxuriously, delighting in the sheen that the bristles produced until all was to her satisfaction. Teasing her veiled cunny with her fingers in the lightest manner, she stood open-legged before her mirror and regarded herself frankly.
'With whom shall you pleasure yourself, Astrid? Whose prick shall your cunny and bottomhole receive?', she whispered with mischievous languor to her reflection. Jemima's bottom had come up a perfect rosy pink under her spanking and by the gradually softening of her howls and the twitching of her pretty legs and tummy, Astrid knew well that she had come. Dear Jemima must have the juicing of a male soon, one whose balls were full and would inject her richly. Patricia must equally be served, for the darling girl had displayed herself well in the carriage, even though with her drawers on.
Leaning forward, Astrid implanted her lips upon those of her reflection and swirled the moist pink tip of her tongue in a slow circle around the glass, leaving a clouded imprint upon it. In doing so, her eyes hazed and her finger moved faster between her thighs, rubbing the silk all about her aroused clitty. Having imbibed a full half-bottle of wine in her room since her return, Astrid found herself caught between two itching sensations. She wanted both to come and to piss and, with a sense of curiosity that aroused the sharper points of her seeking mind, both seemed equally inviting.
Thrusting her hand down into the front of her drawers, she felt her wet cunny luxuriously and churned her hips. A dizziness came over her, making her wobble on the high heels_ of her boots. Then of a sudden she gathered herself and, withdrawing her hand which was sticky and moist, adjusted her drawers tightly once more and drew in a deep breath. The image of Julia seemed to appear in the mirror before her.
'Control-always control', Julia appeared to whisper, and then her vision faded.
Astrid shook herself and still her trembling. Yes, it was true. The greater prizes were to be won thus. There would be orgies in which they could indulge themselves, as Julia had said. Would she wish to? I am not necessarily as Julia is, Astrid told herself pertly, and was then surprised by the thought, which gave her much to reflect upon. Striding to the bell pull, she drew upon it, which in moments brought Crissie hurrying in.
'Have my father come to me', Astrid announced, her breasts jiggling firmly as she drew on a filmy black robe, the hem of which flirted about the tops of her stockings.
'Yes, Miss', responded Crissie in awe, for, despite all that had passed, she had never heard the young lady of a household give such an order before. Stern fathers were not called to the presence of daughters, but vice versa. The world was all a-tumble.
At the maid's flurried exit, Astrid tightened the robe about her so that it left each and all of her curves revealed. Her breasts gleamed milkily through the gauze of the robe and her bottom uttered itself with bumptious arrogance, the light material moulding its bulge closely. Moving to her bed, she shifted a pillow and drew from beneath it her black-handled whip of many thongs. Then, standing motionless and with her legs straight and apart and her demeanour proud, she waited for the door to open again.
CHAPTER 18
Entering nervously and tentatively as he did, Ralph Cane absorbed the voluptuous vision of his daughter with the awed gaze of a man whose eyes are opened for the first time upon the world.
'Close the door and lock it! There is something you wish to ask me, Father?'.
'What… what… what has come about I do not understand, Astrid. Such a change has come over you as I fail…'.
'Be silent! Come-come here, closer. This whip that I carry is no mere plaything but one that will scourge your buttocks if I wish it to. There are no questions to be answered nor none that may be put. Doff your jacket and place it down. Quickly, now!'.
'My dear, if you would but explain yourself, quavered her sire, who, despite all, felt a rich stirring of excitement in him at the imperious rising and falling of her breasts and the strong straddling of her thighs, the like of which he had not seen since the glorious days of his aunt's dominant postures. His coat falling, he made to retrieve it from the floor and then quickly stilled himself under Astrid's gaze.
'I to explain!', she said, moving her lips in a sneer, though inwardly her loins and belly rippled with pleasure. 'You, who would have deserted your daughters and left them bereft of their inheritance, deserve no explanations. It is but for you to henceforth obey', Astrid stormed, her eyes flashing in such a manner that he bowed his head. Thighs trembling, he felt the over-proud erection of his penis blatantly evidencing its rise through the cloth of his trousers in a manner that his jacket could no longer conceal. Through the fine gauze of Astrid's gown he could perceive the sharp perking of her nipples and the full brown aureoles of crinkled flesh that surrounded them. His knees felt weak and his mouth grew dry.
'I know not wh… what to say, my dear', he stammered.
'It is as well that you do not, Father. Your behaviour has been reprehensible in all respects. A sense of weakness and lack of purpose clouds the household. I propose to disperse it. To this end shall I henceforth rule. My dictates will become your wishes, unspoken as the latter must be. You will seek for nothing that I do not offer you, yet neither cruelty nor scorn are my intent. You have but to signal your total obedience to my commands and all shall be well. Kneel, Sir!'.
At that, her father sank to his knees with a groan, his nostrils twitching as he inhaled the subtle mixture of perfumes that emanated from her body. Smiling to herself, Astrid loosed the tie of her robe slowly and allowed the frail garment to flutter to the floor behind her, where it lay in a limp, black pool. Raising his head hesitantly then, he gazed with awe upon the proud, naked jutting of her breasts and such hints of delight as her sheathing drawers revealed.
'You may kiss my thighs', Astrid murmured distantly, moving full over him as she spoke and then once more placing her long, shapely legs firmly apart.
'Oh, my dear-my dearest!', croaked her father. Reaching his trembling hands up, he sought to clutch the backs of her thighs but received for the gesture a sharp swishing of the thongs across his back.