I suppose it was quite a quarter of an hour before Mamma let us loose, and we lay pumped out in each other's arms.
"Now it is my turn, when you feel sufficiently recovered. Mary, never mind if his affair is not quite stiff. Use the tawse well and it will soon do its duty to me."
My late partner quickly got up, and with her dark eyes flashing excitement, rapidly adjusted the straps, and with her hand tucked my rather limp tool into the maternal notch, which felt as if boiling over with her hot emissions of semen.
Lips to lips, Ma and I sucked and tongued as the tawse descended rapidly on our twisting buttocks. Mary evidently meant to pay out her mistress as hard as she could now she was at her mercy, making her fairly gasp as the stinging thuds whacked on that glorious bottom, making it writhe and flinch at each blow, causing the maternal cunt to quiver and grip my stiffening member more and more tightly each instant.
The rigidity of my raging prick was almost painful; my previously exhausted forces requiring a long time to quite come to the spending point; but each flood of joy gushing from my mother added to my lustful sensations, till in about twenty minutes the flood-gates burst again in such a torrent that previous efforts seemed as nothing to it.
"Enough for this time, I think," gasped Mamma, as she pressed me in her arms, and tried all she knew, with the inner folds of her vagina, to squeeze our the very last drop of my young love-juice.
All three of us adjourned to the bathroom, and the rest of that day found us doing our best to recuperate exhausted nature.
Longing for another spree at Phoebe's cottage, I knew I must keep myself from excesses, so tried my best to remain quiet, going fishing or riding to pass the time: but at night I lay thinking of Phoebe and her three little girls. The idea so took my fancy I was mad to get at them.
At last the suspense was ended, and I found myself one day at the cottage door, with a basket of nice things requisitioned from the housekeeper, which she had packed up for me.
Phoebe, as soon as she saw who it was, throwing her arms round my neck,
"Oh, you dear Percy, to think I have you again! but it's so unlucky, dear, you can't touch me to-day," she said, kissing me as ardently as ever. "Oh, isn't that a shame? To think I should be so, just when you come to see me."
This was a poser for me, as in my youthful ignorance I had never come across such an obstruction to pleasure before.
"Why, Phoebe, what do you mean? Look at my affair, how stiff it is as soon as you kissed me," pulling out Mr. Pego to broad daylight.
"For shame, Master Percy! the girls might see you, they are close by in the garden," and then taking me into her sitting-room, she blushingly explained in me the custom of women, as the Bible calls it.
"We can't do anything to-day, dearie, the three girls are about; it is holiday time and I never expected you."
"Oh, my Lord! what shall I do if I can't fuck some one? How I should like a game with your girls, and to feel their little cunts, even if I could not fuck them: look, Phoebe I've got six sovereigns in my pocket, you shall have it all, if you let me have a spree with them."
How her eyes glistened at the sight of so much gold, probably more than she had ever seen in her life before.
"Why, Percy, you are worse than an old man. Mr. Jones, our parson, is a bad'un, but you beat him. Three at once, oh my! He only fingers Patty now and then, but says the others are too young. Patty doesn't half like it, you know, but then it's a good thing for me, as when I go and row the parson about it he always squares me with half a sov, so I just smacks Patty's arse well and threaten to murder her if she says a word to any one. It won't do to kill the goose that lays golden eggs, but we must be careful. They are sure to be in mischief, so I will just run out and catch them at it. Then won't I let you see their pretty little arses well slapped; and it will make your cock stand-like a fine poker as it is. I generally have a family slapping after dinner on Sundays, it makes Peter so randy to see their little cunts and rosy red arses!
Then I do get a rare rogering I can tell you, but not so good as yours, dear."
She soon fetched them in from the garden, all flushed and crying, having dropped on them just as the two younger ones were fighting Patty, and had boxed their ears all round. "Now, you little scratch cats, just wipe you faces and see how I will tingle your naughty bums before Mr. Percy, that will just make you nicely ashamed of yourselves."
Little Sue-the youngest, about ten-hid her face in her hands, she was so shamefaced to see me; but Phoebe brusquely, as if in great temper, first wiped their hands and faces with a wet towel, then noticing the disorder of their little frocks, proceeded to divest them of everything, till they stood reduced to their smocks, shoes, and stockings.
"Did you ever see such dirty, bad behaved girls, such naughty little things, Master Percy? Oh, I don't know how to keep my hands off them, no slapping would half punish them enough," she said, dragging Sue across her lap. "Look at the dirt all up to her knees and thighs, she must have been crawling on the ground. Oh, you dirty young slut!"
Smack, smack, smack, on her plump little thighs: the child screaming:
"Oh mother! Mother don't Oh, don't, I will be better! Oh! I will!" as Phoebe still more exposed the quivering bum to my gaze, slapping Sue's bottom without mercy. It was indeed a sight to excite any one, as I could see everything, the crack of her bottom, and just inside that the little hairless slit opening a wee bit every time she writhed and twisted under that painful slapping.
Almost throwing the child from her, Phoebe, seeming in a terrible temper, proceeded to serve Minnie, the next one, in the same manner, whilst I took Sue on my knee to soothe her and kiss the tears from her eyes, passing my hands under her smock to feel the beautifully firm flesh all over her palpitating and still quivering body. But although fondling the little chit, and taking every possible liberty fingers could indulge in, my eyes followed every slap that the mother almost savagely laid on to Minnie's pretty bottom. Lovely sight to watch the tearful, screaming girl, with her nut-brown face, which made a lovely contrast to the whiteness of her skin below and the rosy red look of the well-spanked bum. "There, there, there," she said, out of breath, as the last three hard slaps were laid on to her screaming victim. "Now go to Mr. Percy to comfort your smarting arse, if he can."
"Poor little darling, Minnie, come to me, dear, and let Percy kiss your tears away. Never mind if I have seen your naughty bum, you won't fight Patty any more, will you?"
Her crimsoned, dark face, gave me a peculiar pleasure as I looked at it, so drawing her close to my lips, I kissed her cheeks and sucked her mouth till the little thing quivered with emotions she had never felt before, which increased more and more as I placed one of her little hands inside my trousers, making her feel my awfully stiff member.
"Oh, what is that, Mr. Percy?" she lisped. "Will it hurt me?"
"No, my pet; pass your hand over it, backwards and forwards; it is so nice for me. Don't be afraid. Don't you like me to tickle you as well?"
"Yes, yes," she said in a whisper, a still deeper blush coming over the brown face: "I do, it makes me feel hot all over and forget the smart of my bottom," returning kiss for kiss with girl-like ardour, "and it makes me love you so, Oh! I do love you, Percy, dear."
"What's that you have got, Min?" said Sue. "See the rosy red head as the skin rubs back. Let me feel it, do."
"Yes, do, Sue. Kiss it and play with it. Your soft, little hands will just do the trick for me."
Almost directly the spend came in a flood of spouting jets, right over Sue's face and both their hands, whilst the sight of it seemed to drive their mother wild, as struggling with the big Patty, to get at the girl's backside, she tore her smock off her, and, getting hold of a thin cane, began to cut poor girl's bottom without mercy, each cut raising a fiery-looking mark, which soon puffed up into a regular weal.