'Have no fear, no ill is to come to you', cooed Julia, though Astrid's resistance grew at every step and Julia was once or twice forced to give her charming nether cheeks a hearty smack, making her stumble in her ascent. Tears glistened in the proud young woman's eyes, for in addition to all else she could not bring herself to believe that she had been betrayed by her own dear papa, who she had envisaged arriving in a day or two to rescue her. Some instinct, however, told her that Julia was not lying and possessed too much confidence to be doing so. Convinced that she was being led to some further punishment, though what she knew not, Astrid continued making attempts to impede her progress but was ever pushed forward until the door of the 'Attendance Room' was reached. Fully expecting Julia to open it, Astrid stood in trembling wonderment as a small piece of wood in the door was slid aside, revealing what looked like a large knot hole.
'Look-peer within-that is all you have to do', Julia murmured, keeping one hand on the back of the rope with which she had pinned the young woman's arms. At the same time, she knocked gently three times on the door in a signal that Marie well knew. Picking up the paddle that her mistress had dropped, Marie applied it smartly to Anthony's buttocks, causing him to squeal and grimace while at the same time the stinging impact of the leather made his hips jerk. Thus, to a bubbling moan from his aunt, was his fleshly peg driven another two inches into her bottom.
Her face pressed forward and one eye applied to the peephole, Astrid saw all and was transfixed. Never before had she seen even a male penis in erection, and most certainly she had never seen a nude female and a nude male in such amorous conjunction. Viewing as she did in profile the bent figure of Esmeralda, naught was hid from her, and few things are so lewd or exciting than to see a sturdy young pego in fine, erect condition, half-embedded in a lady's fulsome fundament. The deep blush that came to her cheeks invaded also her neck. A trembling seized her and she would have started back had not Julia pressed her face into the door.
'Look carefully-observe all, Astrid', Julia intoned, softly gliding the fingers of one hand under the maiden's silk round bottom and feeling her cunt.
Astrid wriggled rebelliously at that, yet had no alternative but to obey and suffer the caress. As it seemed to her at first, both participants within were being put to some dire torture, though in fact Esmeralda and her nephew were ascending the heights of pleasure with every slapping stroke of the paddle. Tight and hot as Esmeralda's bottomhole was, she by now clasped three-quarters of Anthony's weapon within,, while he-caught between heaven and hell-uttered whimpering cries of pleasure as inch by inch his pego corkscrewed in-between those luscious cheeks until his aunt's big bottom mounded into his belly. Both quivered, both shuddered divinely.
'In, out, in, out, Master Anthony!', hissed Marie, who was now according him a rhythmic slapping of the leather such as made his hips reply with febrile jerks.
'WHOOOO! No! He mustn't!', moaned Esmeralda, who of course desired nothing more than that he should and was perfectly delighted to find her plea ignored. Unable to move his feet, and with his wrists strung high, Anthony's young form was supple and the constrictions of his extremities did nothing to prevent his agile loins from working back and forth under the stimulation of the paddle. From moment to moment Astrid could see his knob emerging almost fully from Esmeralda's bottom only to piston deep within again.
Muffled by her gag, Astrid could do no other than gurgle in her throat, as now she felt the tip of Julia's forefinger insinuating itself into her own most secret orifice.
'You shall have such as she, my love, and frequently. Come, work your noble young bottom on my finger-I will have it so', said Julia, working her digit in to the first knuckle while Astrid writhed, her tummy smacking gently against the door panels, though all within the room were too absorbed to hear. While Esmeralda continued to moan, the sounds that issued from her throat were now softer, and with each inward plunge of her nephew's cock the breath hissed hotly from her nostrils for she knew no greater joy than to be bottom-warmed and corked. Even so, she knew better than to encourage Anthony other than by protruding her nether cheeks as deeply as she could into him.
He was but a young male slave providing her with such pleasure as she sought and now had truly gained. As for Anthony, this also to him represented the very pinnacle of attainment, for his adoration of older and mature women was intense and whether his virile cock was put to their cunts, their bottoms, or-most rarely-their mouths was almost a matter of indifference to him. So severely had he been warned by Julia of the sin of Onanism, that he knew pleasure only when his prick was handled by another.
His bottom-cheeks were by now a deep pink from the splatting of the leather, yet this stinging pleasured him secretly, too, and made his cock the stiffer. Sometimes when he was younger and his mama had spanked him, he had frequently rubbed it over her thighs, but she never appeared-to notice. Now that he was being made to do all these things, his heaven was complete.
Astrid, meanwhile, moaned into the velvet which covered about her mouth. Again the most unexpected sensations were assailing her. She knew that it was truly wicked to watch what was happening within, yet Julia did not need to hold her eye to the peephole now. At the same time the urging movement of the finger in her own bottom was causing her belly to melt and her cunny to moisten. Having established the latter condition by feeling under Astrid's pulpy slit, Julia was well pleased. Standing sideways to the girl, she began tickling her clitoris simultaneously, making Astrid buck her hips helplessly.
'How many males will sperm your cunt and bottom, my love', murmured Julia, knowing full well the power of erotic speech at moments such as this. For reply, Astrid gurgled deeply. Her mind swam hotly with the lewd and luscious scene before her. As Marie quickened the pace of the paddle, so Anthony whipped his loins the faster. He had felt his balls sprinkled several times on his forward strokes by his aunt's effusion and now to all his sensations was added the glorious release of shooting his come up her bottom. His knees buckled and shook, his eyes rolled.
'Spout! Spout in her!', commanded Marie, who knew all the signs of his straining neck muscles and the ever-deeper flush on his young face,
'HAAAR!', moaned Astrid in the same moment. She was coming again. The wicked woman was making her come, working both fingers back and forth until her juices rippled and spattered over Julia's hand. Simultaneously-as seemed nigh perfect for this lubricious occasion-Anthony ejected the spermatic bubblings of his joy. Every jet of his sperm was deliciously felt by his aunt, who caused her tightening bottomhole to suck so greedily on his embedded took that he, drawn in her to the root, was stilled and transfixed. It seemed to him she absorbed every ounce of his strength, leaving him weak and febrile. As indeed Astrid herself almost felt as Julia led her back down the stairs, fondling her nether cheeks as she did so.
'How you came, my dear! I am glad', Julia murmured. Once installed in the boudoir, she loosed Astrid's gag as also her bonds, allowing the young woman to sag and to sit weakly on the edge of the bed. 'We shall have wine', Julia said comfortingly, and rang for Amy by giving three tugs of the bell pull. The girl arrived in short time, bearing refreshments which she placed down, and then departed wordlessly. 'You have viewed your first entertainment, Astrid. I call them such. There will come a time when you will arrange your own'. With that, Julia poured the wine and settled some small tea cakes on a plate in the girl's lap before sitting beside her.