Her victim screamed fearfully, but it did not effect her mother, who seemed carried away by her lustful fury, and the cottage being quite isolated, no one was at all likely to hear anything. At length she laid Patty on a bed which was in a recess screened by curtains, which she drew aside, and as the poor girl lay on her face, sobbing as if her heart would break, Phoebe called me to inspect the effects of her handiwork.
The bottom still quivered, and the weals were beginning to turn a darker red colour, and would probably be blue when a day old.
"Look! Look! Mr. Percy," said she, "haven't I just punished well. I guess Mr. Jones would about like that sight and to put his fingers in the crack as she lays there."
"Ah!" I replied, "poor thing. Let me kiss it for her. My tongue is far better than any parson's finger, and will soon make her forget all the pain."
"Kneel up, quick Patty, across the bed, with your knees on the edge, so Mr. Percy can kiss where I have hurt you. Now be sharp about it, or you will get the cane again."
She was too frightened not to do so at once. Besides she knew I was kind to the others, and her delicate, wealed bum was a thing to pity, but full of delight for me. My tool was again standing furiously, and I had thrown off both jacket and vest. There was just the slightest suspicion of down growing on the unfledged cunny, which was quivering and glistening on the pretty rose-like, pinky opening, as if the little bitch had actually had a slight emission. Mad with lust, I glued my lips first to that delicious-looking little pussy and sucked for all I was worth, whilst Phoebe, kneeling down, had my, prick in her warm mouth, which I fucked in and out of as her tongue did its duty by rolling round its head. Patty squirmed in ecstasy. Phoebe sucked, and I spent a flood of love juice down her throat, whilst the two little ones, not to be out of the game, had pulled down my trousers and lifted my shirt behind, so as to pat and kiss my bottom, one on each side, making indeed a voluptuous experience for me.
"When a little recovered from the excitement of the foregoing tableaux, Phoebe made each of the girls take the head of my member in their mouths and suck it a little, whilst their hands fondled the bag of precious stones below, and when I was sufficiently worked up for another bout, she sat on the edge of the bed, standing Patty quite naked on a footstool between her knees, with her buttocks presented to me, said:
"Now, sir, I know you won't be satisfied till you have her, so put your randy affair in behind, along the parting of her bottom, and fuck as if you were really in her little cunt. Nip your thighs well together, Patty; it won't hurt you, and be as nice as you can about it, then you will feel and enjoy the pleasure."
Following her directions, I pushed along the crack straight under her bum, and felt Phoebe's hand grasp the head of my member each time it was pushed home; Patty, by her mother's directions, working her bottom to meet each thrust, and add to the illusion. My emission all went into the palm of Phoebe's hand, she rubbing it all up under the girl's little cunt. This was the end of that day's fun, and Phoebe assured me we might go a little further another time, and that there was no fear of the girls telling tales, as they were too much afraid of what their little arses would suffer if they did.
Nothing of moment happened for a short time after this, till going one day unexpectedly to stables, I heard Patty's voice talking to her brother, who was our groom. The window was open and one corner being shaded by the foliage of a Virginia creeper, I could both have a good peep and hear everything.
"Well, you do look after your brother, Pat: only I wish you had brought something stronger than the housekeeper's mild ale," he was saying.
"She says beer, this hot weather, is bad for everybody, especially young people, it makes their blood hot, so they get into mischief. What does she mean, George?"
"Well, girls are something like Master Percy's little mare there: do you see how she is twitching her tail-it isn't the flies, there's none in the stable-and I expect you feel something like that, don't you, Pat, now and then?"
She blushed up to her eyes, but said, innocently enough: "Tell me what you mean, George, why does she frisk her tail so?"
"She wants the horse, and I expect you do, too, this warm weather."
"Oh, you wretch, to talk like that as if girls ever think such things.
It's all because you young fellows are always trying to ruin us girls."
"Yes Pat, and if you were not my sister you would never get out of this stable all right, I'd horse you to your heart's delight."
"Don't be so rude, George, you make me feel quite all-overish like.
There, don't kiss and squeeze me so: for shame, to do that to your own sister!" as he clasped her round the body, pressing her to his bosom, and smothered her face with kisses, as his hands were feeling the girl's plump, firm buttocks.
She did not struggle much, but it made her heave one of those deep-drawn sighs, which too plainly told it was all over with her.
"Oh, George, don't, if you were some other nice young man as good-looking as yourself I would not answer for what might happen just now, you made me have such a funny feeling."
"Between your legs, wasn't it, Pat? you're just like Master Percy's little mare, see how excited she gets when I touch her!" Keeping his arm round her waist, he drew the trembling girl close up to the hind quarters of the mare, then releasing his arm, he stroked the beautiful creature's rump with his hand, till the mare's tail whisked more than ever. Presently he put his fingers right into the mare's cunt, and worked them by thrusting in and frigging the twitching lips of that hyper-sensitive organ to the evident delight of the beast, to judge from the way she stood to allow it: at first his fingers simply glistened with the moisture of the aperture, which could be seen contracting and twitching spasmodically as his fingers increased the animal's excitement, till a gush of horsey lubricity sent quite a flood of thick creamy looking stuff all over his hands, the mare giving quite a low whinney from excess of pleasure.
"Poor thing, she wanted it. Don't you think so, Pat?" he said, wiping his hands on a handkerchief.
This scene appeared to drive all sense off modesty out of Patty's mind, for with a laugh on her flushed face she replied: "Not more than you do, George, my boy, to look at something swelling inside your breeches.
I believe you have often horsed that mare yourself."
"Maybe I have, she makes me so randy swishing her tail about and stinging my face as I rub her down."
"How I should have liked to see that, and shall just find a peep-hole to watch how you go on. It will be rare fun if you don't know."
"How about yourself, Pat? If you could peep at that, you may as well look at this now; what do you think of your brother's cock, my dear?" as he let out to full view a fine standing tool of nearly eight inches long and thick in proportion, with the foreskin well turned back behind the fiery, ruby-coloured head.
It was plain to see there was incest in the air, she was all of a tremble, yet did not withdraw her hand when he made her touch his rampant tool, which seemed to strangely fascinate her.
"Although we are brother and sister, why shouldn't I have you as well as any other fellow! How con I help loving you the same as any one else? Men and women are the only animals who think it wrong; they were never told not to marry their mother or their sister; that little mare there would only be too pleased if she could just have father or brother to satisfy her warm feelings. There's no harm in it, Pat; only parsons make out everything is so wicked, even fucking, the greatest pleasure God ever gave us. Never mind them. Come on my girl, I must have it, I'm just wild for a put in!" at the same time gradually pushing her towards a long, broad, padded stool which stood in one corner, and was his usual seat when polishing the bits or harness, amp;c.