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To her further surprise, Lady Bromley held her comfortingly by the waist as they entered the summerhouse. It was a much larger and more comfortably furnished one than Mr. Rumple had. There was a carpet, a divan, a sideboard, cabinets-and a bed in one corner. Bed, it was explained to Pamela, was the best place to birch a young lady. It added a touch of comfort to the experience.

“Naturally, my dear Pamela, you will have to bare your bottom, as all young females must. Occasional struggling is to be ignored and-if necessary-put down. The twigs of the birch must be well soaked beforehand to prepare them for the swishing across the offered cheeks. Now, Pamela, you must kneel on the bed and prepare yourself. The Captain will do the honours. Have no fear; it will only be what we called a taster, but it will warm your bottom well. You may wriggle all you wish if you do not otherwise move.”

“Oh! but I may not be able to help it!”

Pamela would have dwelt longer on her protest, but nothing availed and she wished not to offend her Mistress or jeopardise her post by refusing. Somewhat reluctantly and fearing the kissing of the twigs, she placed herself at last on all fours and had her skirt thrown to her hips.

“By Jove, what a bottom, what legs!” the Captain exclaimed.

It was a perfect posture, for the high bed allowed both him and Belinda to see almost all the curves and secret crevices of Pamela's form, even to her slit.

“A perfect treasure, as I knew she would be. Permit me to kneel in front of her so that I may hold her shoulders for the first stroke.”

Arranging herself thus on the bed in turn, Belinda bore lightly down with her fingers, so causing Pamela's head and shoulders to sink down and her bottom to rise more. Enjoying the resulting vista more than Belinda, who could not see as well, Henry picked up the birch, swished it vigourously once and then brought it smartly across both cheeks of Pamela's bottom.

Pamela immediately cried out, as both knew she would. In fact, as she was told afterward, she hooted rather like a baby owl at the first cutting stroke.

“Oh! It burns!”

“Of course it burns, Pamela! What do you think it is for? Up with your bottom higher now-no nonsense, Miss!”

“Oooh! I cannot! Oh! Ow!”

Thus were the many exclamations and cries that Pamela repeated in the next few moments, though little by little, as the good Captain applied the twigs with more regular rhythm, a completely different sensation entered Pamela's being. Despite her sobs and the fiery heat in her bottom, her hips jerked impetuously, as if seeking more.

Knowing not whether the dear girl was virgin or not, Henry at least knew the signs. A few more strokes would settle her perfectly, for somehow during her squirmings Pamela's mouth had settled upon her Mistress's thighs which, by similar magic, had managed to bare themselves.

Pamela's tears fell wet upon the selfsame voluptuous columns of flesh against which her hips increasingly pressed. She was quite sure that she was melting now beneath the heat which the birch had induced and longed for nothing so much as what the Captain was about to present her with.

Henry had mounted many a young filly on heat and saw a chance now to add to his laurels. A nod from Belinda was all he needed, and now he received it. It would not be the first such trio of lust in which either had participated. Preparing for the event as Henry cast down the birch Belinda forced Pamela's head not only down but farther up toward her. Having secretly drawn her skirt up higher, she brought Pamela's mouth to nuzzle against the front of her drawers which were so split back and front as to present her always to the best advantage.

With a quick cry, Pamela thus found her lips tasting the excited juices of her Mistress while in the same heady moment her birching-master knelt with his penis exposed behind her.

“Ah! No! Oooh! Oh!

Pamela wriggled and cried, conscious that she must not reveal that she had entertained the staff of life before. In doing so, her lips moved in unison with her hips, causing Belinda delirious sensations. Quite confident of quelling any rebellion, the Captain thereupon gripped Pamela's bottom at both sides and with one long, manful thrust buried his lance exactly where he intended it, between the petulant lips of her slit.

Alas, so excited were all three combatants that the course was run more quickly than any wished. Henry's cock, closely but eagerly accommodated, flashed back and forth. Being well juiced by the caressing of the birch, Pamela spilled her liquid treasures immediately, causing Belinda to loose a salty spray in turn over her tongue.

“Oh, my dear, what a naughty man!” Lady Bromley cried, as if to excuse all. “He has me in such a froth that I can do naught. Oh, pray, lick me faster!”

Pamela puffed and licked. It was more wonderful than she had thought to have three going at it at once. She knew that Captain Dancer was going to inject her at any minute and the thought increased her labial attentions, difficult as it was to reach the crevice that she sought.

Henry groaned and thrust. The girl was as fine a mount as he had ever had, and better than many. The sperm literally churned in his balls and then spewed out. It was a veritable cannonade, sucked in by Pamela's velvety purse. Not a drop escaped her in fact, even to the last pearls that dribbled out, for she held Henry's prick very firmly and possessively as he had rarely known any such young filly do.

Quite exhausted he drew his limp member out at last and sank down, bereft even of speech.

“Now, my dear, you must rest, for you have had as pretty a birching as I ever saw,” Belinda exclaimed. “Henry, assist me. The poor girl is overheated. Help me in removing her dress. Then, I fear, I shall have to take off my own for you have completely flummoxed me with your naughty ways. Such behaviour was most unexpected, sir!”

Thus the merry comedy ensued until all three lay naked with Pamela between the two. Receiving Belinda's long tongue, she began to stroke her bottom and found it deliciously large and round.

“Ma'am-am I to birch the girls in such wise also?” she asked. _

Belinda scarce heard the question for she had already guided Pamela's hand around to nestle under her cunny. Or, if she did hear it, she pretended rather not to fully understand it. The girls were best kept out of the way while she had her little frolics, and how just such a thing was effected she did not mind.

“Of course you must-exactly.”

Pamela was delighted with the reply, for she thought that Lady Bromley had fully understood what she meant, especially as the voluptuous dame then rolled upon her and began frotting her slit hotly against her own.

“Put your cock in her mouth now, Henry-it will help bring it up!”

Turning her head, Pamela eagerly received the morsel. Or at least it seemed such until her tongue and lips began to work on it. She knew that her Mistress must have her injection next, so she made the Captain's cock as long and thick as she could until it stood proud and gleaming.

“My goodness, will you do the same to me now? Oh, Pamela, stop him! I dare not be so wicked!”

“Permit me, ma'am, I will hold you even as you held me,” the damsel's reply came. Then, winding her legs tightly about the good lady's waist, she gripped her firmly while the Captain clambered aboard.

Quite squashed beneath the pair, Pamela panted for breath. Lady Bromley shrieked for good effect. Couched on the majestic cheeks of her bottom, Henry began his second poke. Mindful of poor Pamela beneath the pile, he rose, being half-sheathed, drawing Belinda's hips with him. A moan from both and he was sunk within. Lady Bromley's maw was slightly more capacious than Pamela's, yet it gripped him as firmly.