Catherine's Letters (21 page)

I went with a heavy heart, although knowing I had to before the chambermaid discovered I had not passed the night in my own bed. There was but an hour before I was due to rise, but I endeavoured to sleep. It was a pointless exercise, though. Oh Connie, if only you could feel for yourself the emotions which coursed through my veins at that moment! There and then I resolved a course of action for the following night, this very night. I will not tell you what it is, for if I see it written I know I will lose my nerve and my courage will fail me.

Please be thinking of me, my sweetest cousin, and I promise I shall tell you of the outcome, whether I succeed or fail.

Until then, I remain your most affectionate cousin, Catherine.

Adrienne sat back and exhaled with a long sigh. Rachel turned to look at her with a strange expression. ‘What do you think?’ she asked.

‘She’s quite a girl, isn’t she?’ said Rachel, a cheeky grin flickering around her mouth. ‘And she certainly got her comeuppance in a big way. I wonder what it felt like?’

‘What exactly?’ Adrienne’s stomach lurched. It was something about Rachel’s tone as she asked the question.

‘The cane. I wonder what it feels like to be caned. I bet you and Maria have tried it.

Adrienne felt her face flush, but with excitement, not embarrassment. ‘We have,’ she admitted, trying to keep her voice steady. ‘As a matter of fact, she helped me buy one from a sex shop in Soho.’

‘Get away! You mean you’ve got a cane? Here in the flat?’

‘Absolutely. And it’s a beauty. It’s got a proper crook handle and everything. It really made Maria squirm.’ She added the last sentence with relish, hoping Rachel would react. She was not disappointed.

‘Do you think it would make me squirm?’ Rachel pouted and fluttered her eyelashes coquettishly. Adrienne realised she was on the end of her friend’s infamous seduction technique.

‘Oh, you’d squirm all right! In fact, I guarantee you’ll be squirming, and very soon indeed.’ It was obvious Rachel’s curiosity could only be satisfied in one way. ‘Get your skirt and knickers off while I fetch the cane!’

Adrienne walked to the bedroom on feet which were less than steady. Behind her, she heard Rachel get up and unzip her black miniskirt. Adrienne opened the wardrobe and pulled out the cardboard tube. Tipping out the cane, she flexed it between hands she noticed were trembling. Then her eyes spied something else Maria had left for her to play with. A wicked plan grew in her mind. She unbuttoned her blouse and threw it on the bed. By the time she returned to the lounge, wearing just her bra and tight jeans, Rachel was naked from the waist down to the tops of her black hold-up stockings. Her tight sweater only came down to her belly button, leaving her pubes completely exposed. Her hands, rather than shielding her genitals, were behind her, clutching her bottom cheeks. She was clearly more concerned with the pain of her impending ordeal than with preserving her modesty. ‘Are you going to spank me a little first,’ she asked anxiously, ‘so the cane doesn’t hurt so much?’

‘Only if you’re a really good girl, and get yourself bent over the arm of the sofa straight away,’ Adrienne replied sternly, pointing to the couch with the cane. Rachel scurried to obey and Adrienne felt a thrill as she realised how much temporary power she exercised over her friend. She admired Rachel’s long legs, their length accentuated by her high heels and stretched position.

Putting the cane in her left hand, Adrienne ran her other palm over the taut skin of Rachel’s bottom. Without warning, Adrienne lifted her hand and cracked it down sharply on the left cheek. It wobbled and Rachel groaned, but it had not been a hard enough slap to cause too much pain. A second spank to the right cheek had much the same effect, bringing a pink flush to Rachel’s russet skin.

Adrienne increased the severity of the slaps little by little, until Rachel was groaning and rocking back and forth. Her thighs also began to slide apart, imperceptibly at first, but then more obviously. Adrienne paused after a couple of particularly hard spanks. She ran her finger up the lips of Rachel’s vagina, feeling their stickiness and hearing her friend’s breathing get louder as she rubbed lightly but persistently. ‘That’s it,’ Adrienne whispered, ‘open up and take it like the slut you are.’ Even as the words fell from her mouth, she wondered from exactly where inside her they had come.

It was obvious Rachel was getting too close. Adrienne wanted her at the peak of excitement when the cane bit. Taking her fingers away from her sex, she landed half-a-dozen more hard spanks, before lining up the malacca rod. ‘Now, young lady,’ she said in her best headmistress voice, ‘I hope you appreciate your predicament. You’re half-naked, obscenely displayed – I can see everything you’ve got – and you’re about to have six red lines drawn across your bottom, which, I suspect, is already very sore. Are you ready to take your punishment?’

‘Oh yes, miss. Yes, please,’ Rachel breathed, her voice thick with lust.

‘Let’s see if you’re so keen once you’ve got your marks. Here comes number one.’

Crack!
Adrienne swept the cane across her target. Rachel squealed and lurched forward, her fingers clawing at the fabric of the sofa cushion. ‘Oooh!’ she moaned. ‘One, thank you, miss!’

‘Very good,’ said Adrienne, ‘at least you’re beginning to show humility, even if I’m not sure you really feel it.’ Rachel was also showing a deep red line across both her cheeks. Adrienne had landed the cane dead centre, and was quite proud of how accurate her stroke had been.

Crack!
‘Aaah! Two, thank you, miss!’ The second cut landed just below the first, exactly where Adrienne had intended it to.

Crack!
‘Eeeah! Three, thank you, miss!’ The third was placed above the first, creating three parallel lines, bright red and livid, across Rachel’s tender bottom.

Crack!
‘Oww! Oh four, thank you, miss!’ Rachel’s hands clutched desperately at the sofa covers, and her knees drummed against its side. That last stroke had crossed the others, creating that special sting which Adrienne knew was exquisitely agonising.

Crack!
‘Oooh! Five, thank you, miss! Oh, just one to go!’ Rachel seemed to be trying to reassure herself, as Adrienne sent the fifth vertically up across the marks of the first three, in the opposite direction of the fourth. She had always admired her friend’s figure, and now she revelled in having such a beautiful canvas on which to draw. She lined the cane up for the final stroke.

Crack!
‘Aaah! Oww! Ooh, six, thank you miss!’ Rachel’s hips rolled from side to side on the sofa arm as the cane landed across the middle of her bottom again. It had been the hardest stroke of all, and clearly had the effect it was intended to.

Rachel eventually became still, but made no attempt to get up. Adrienne tossed the cane to one side and ran her palms over the scarred buttocks being presented to her so wantonly. Rachel tensed and groaned as her sore flesh was gently massaged. Adrienne eased the cheeks apart to expose Rachel’s sex and anus, both pouting and moist from her excitement and exertions. Adrienne ran her forefinger down the cleft, stopping when she reached the lowest part of the labia. Rachel trembled and whispered something incomprehensible. Adrienne dragged her finger back up until it rested on the little bud of Rachel’s anus. She held it there for a few seconds, teasing and torturing the trembling girl, before forcing it home.

‘Aaaah!’ wailed Rachel, as Adrienne’s finger pushed deep into her tight, crinkled hole. She felt the hard sphincter muscles grip as it slipped deeper and deeper inside. She only stopped once she was in past her knuckle.

‘Can you feel that, bitch?’ Adrienne hissed. ‘That’s your dignity, and it’s gone, every last shred of it.’ She reinforced her words by wiggling her finger, making Rachel groan and squirm in utter humiliation.

Once she felt she was assured of Rachel’s complete obedience, Adrienne pulled out her finger. It came with a soft
plop!
and a moan of relief from the owner of the violated bottom. Adrienne dropped to her knees between Rachel’s parted thighs. Taking a firm grip of her buttocks, she prised her friend’s cheeks apart once again. Her face was level with Rachel’s damp sex. Adrienne rolled a ball of saliva onto the end of her tongue, then pursed her lips and sent it flying. It landed directly on Rachel’s labia, and she gave an astonished cry as she realised what Adrienne had done. ‘Ooh! You spat on my pussy, you filthy beast!’

‘And there’s plenty more where that came from. Only I’m going to put it on with the personal touch.’ Taking a deep breath, Adrienne thrust her face forward, poking out her tongue. She ran it up and down the length of Rachel’s lips, feeling her best friend shiver as she did so. She continued to lick and was gratified to feel Rachel push her bottom out further.

Adrienne moved her fingers inwards until the tips touched the swollen labia. Peeling them apart, she paused for a moment to stare into the depths of Rachel’s vagina before plunging her tongue back inside, this time using it to lash the most sensitive flesh. Rachel’s groans became more and more ecstatic, and she began to rotate her hips as her excitement grew. Adrienne speeded up, knowing Rachel was getting near. The little hairs in her bottom cleft tickled Adrienne’s nose, as she drove the redhead on to her climax.

It did not take long. Rachel screamed and forced her bottom back into Adrienne’s face, making her fight for breath. She had to push her hands farther into the plump buttocks to keep her grip. As she felt Rachel’s moist sex spasm she knew it was time to play her ace.

Springing to her feet, Adrienne fumbled with the button and zip of her jeans. As she ripped the trousers open, the black strap-on fell out, pointing menacingly at Rachel’s twisting genitals. The bending girl was, of course, completely unaware of her fate, at least until she felt the head of the dildo push against her lips.

‘What … Who … Oh my God!’ she exclaimed, as she lifted her upper body and turned her head to see what was happening. ‘Adrienne, what are you doing with that?’

‘Well, what do you think?’ asked Adrienne, a sly smile creeping over her face as she took a firm hold of Rachel’s hips with both hands.

‘It looks like you’re going to fuck me,’ gasped Rachel, before she too started to grin. ‘So what are you waiting for, babe? Stick it in!’

Adrienne needed no further encouragement. She bucked her hips, thrusting the solid black rod deep into Rachel’s slick tunnel. She was already well-lubricated from her orgasm, and the shaft slipped in, then out, with ease. Adrienne felt an odd sense of power, imagining what it must have been like for all the men who had ever entered her and Rachel. She felt she had the redhead completely at her mercy, that she could use her in any way she wished. The thought made her head spin.

Adrienne began to move in a steady rhythm, plunging the dildo in and out. She felt the base slapping against her own vulva. Running her palm across her stomach, Adrienne slipped her middle fingers down inside the waist strap. She thrilled as she made contact with her own clitoris. The sight of the large, fake penis pumping in and out of Rachel’s vagina, her cane-marked bottom moving in time with the strokes, and the pressure of her own fingers all served to send Adrienne higher and higher.

Rachel herself was also heading for another climax. She had barely come down from her first orgasm, and now she began to moan and groan. The sounds were echoed by Adrienne, who began flicking her bean with her fingertips.

She felt the blood rush to her head. Her right palm slapped Rachel’s bottom twice, before grabbing the red, abused flesh and kneading it roughly. That was enough to send the submissive girl into orbit. Rachel screamed and slammed her bottom back into Adrienne’s groin. Adrienne felt her friend’s vagina as it began to squeeze the dildo of its own accord. Then her own sex went out of control and her knees buckled as she reached an ecstatic release.

Adrienne sank to the floor. As she did, the dildo was pulled roughly from Rachel, drawing a shocked “oh!” from her. Adrienne sat with her thighs spread for a few moments, leaning forward to plant a couple of light kisses on Rachel’s twitching bottom. Suddenly, Rachel turned and dropped to the carpet in front of Adrienne. With a wicked smile, she leant forward and rolled her mouth over the dildo, in a bizarre imitation of fellatio. After giving the plastic rod a long, hard suck she let it go, pulling her face level with Adrienne’s.

‘Mmm,’ she whispered, ‘I never knew how sweet I tasted! Here, you try.’ She moved forward and gave Adrienne a deep kiss. The musky scent was undeniable and Adrienne quickly unbuckled the sex toy and raised it to her own mouth. It slipped in and she felt her insides take an erotic lurch as she tasted the heady mixture of Rachel’s intimate juices. Both girls looked at each other and broke into spontaneous giggles. ‘You,’ said Rachel solemnly, ‘are a filthy, sadistic bitch!’

‘And you’re a shameless, sex-mad slut!’ Adrienne replied. They embraced warmly, then rose on unsteady legs. They did not need to say another word. Arm in arm, they tottered toward the bedroom.

Chapter Twelve

When Adrienne awoke, she was shocked for a few seconds to realise she was not alone. Then the events of the previous night came rushing back; she remembered just who the sleeping lump beside her was. Gently lifting the edge of the duvet, she looked at Rachel with new affection.

Her friend lay face down, her arms stretched out above her and her face turned away. Her back rose and fell in a gentle rhythm as she breathed peacefully. She was naked, as was Adrienne. Lifting the duvet a little further exposed Rachel’s bottom, six red lines clearly drawn across it. Adrienne leant forward and kissed the weals as softly as she could, taking care not to move too suddenly and wake Rachel. She twitched and mumbled something in her sleep, then became still again.

Adrienne slipped out of bed, lovingly drawing the cover back over her friend. She tiptoed to the kitchen and, still naked, began making coffee.

Ten minutes later, she returned to the bedroom with two steaming mugs. Rachel had turned over and thrown back the duvet, now lying on her back with her arms spread crucifix-style, her naked breasts pointing to the ceiling. She opened one eye as Adrienne came in.

‘You have no idea,’ she murmured, ‘how few men bother to make coffee. They all wake up with a hard-on and the first thing they do is look for somewhere to put it. Whether or not you’re awake.’ The redhead opened her other eye and eased herself into a sitting position before taking a mug from Adrienne, who put hers on the bedside table before sliding back in alongside Rachel.

‘That’s pretty much my experience too,’ she said, ‘although Maria can be horny first thing.’

‘But I bet she doesn’t care that your hair’s a mess and you’ve got the remains of last night’s make-up on?’

‘Which is what makes her so special. Not that you aren’t. You’re still my best friend.’

‘And you’re mine, babe. But now we have friendship with benefits.’

Adrienne and Rachel spent the next half hour sipping their coffee and chatting almost as if they had not been lovers the night before. Eventually Rachel finished hers, threw back the covers, and practically leapt to her feet, stretching her arms above her head. Adrienne admired the fit, lithe body as it was pulled taut, then allowed to relax.

‘So what are we going to do today, babe?’ Rachel asked.

‘It’s Saturday. Isn’t that your day for retail therapy?’

‘Usually, but I’m too tired for shopping. I guess you wore me out last night, which is something no bloke’s ever done. No, there’s just one letter left, isn’t there? Well, let’s read it! It might not tell us what happened to Catherine, but I’m guessing it’ll be hot stuff anyway.’

‘OK, let’s!’

Ten minutes later, their coffee mugs refilled, they sat side by side in bed, the pages of the final letter resting on the duvet between them.

My dearest Connie,

This morning as I write to you, my heart sings with happiness! I am so full of love, so full of delight! And my future is secured, without the need to contract a marriage!

But I am going too fast. There is so much to tell! Where do I begin? Let me start with the events of two nights ago, the night after I was caned in front of Molly.

You will recall that in my last letter to you I was most apprehensive about a proposed course of action. Well, Connie, I am not a little proud of myself for saying that I successfully completed this action, notwithstanding the courage it required on my part.

At about the same hour as the night before I took a candle and, dressed once more in my gown, nightdress, and slippers, I made my way to Miss Prior’s door again. I had the previous half an hour been pacing the floor of my room, but was finally spurred on by my fear of eternally cursing myself were I not to go through with my scheme.

I knocked upon the door, so timidly that at first I feared I would not be heard. I was about to knock again, when Miss Prior’s voice from within bade me enter. With a trembling hand I turned the knob and went inside.

I found Miss Prior also wrapped in a dressing gown, and sat in her armchair again. By the light of her candle she was reading a book. She looked at me as I entered. ‘Catherine,’ she said, ‘you are lucky to find me up. Were I not so engrossed in Mrs Gaskill’s excellent
North and South
, I should be well abed by now. What is it that cannot wait till our lessons tomorrow?’ Her tone was serious, if not exactly severe.

‘Please, Miss Prior,’ I began, not really knowing at that point how my sentence was going to end. ‘It’s about the events of last night.’

‘Yes,’ said Miss Prior, a note of caution in her voice.

‘It’s really about what you – you made Molly and I do to each other, and what you did to me after you sent Molly away.’

‘I do remember very clearly. You have not spoken of this to any other members of the household? Or even to your father?’ For a moment I believed I saw a trace of worry flicker across her stern but beautiful face. I spoke quickly to quell any anxiety she may have had.

‘No, of course I have not, Miss Prior! I would not! Especially since I believe others might not understand us as we understand ourselves, and seek to prevent a recurrence! And that,’ I finished, ‘is my dearest wish, and the reason for my appearance here before you tonight.’

Miss Prior retained her composure, but a satisfied smile passed over her lips, as she closed her book and placed it on the table next to the candle. I looked down at my feet, so that she would not see the redness of my face, flushed from my embarrassment.

‘Am I to understand,’ she said calmly, ‘that you will willingly give yourself up to my attentions, tonight and any other night?’

‘Yes, Miss Prior.’ My heart skipped a beat as I said these words.

‘And that you would willingly reciprocate my physical passion toward you?’

I swallowed hard before I replied. ‘Yes, Miss Prior.’

‘You understand you must keep this as your closest secret? You must tell no one, not even Molly!’

‘Oh yes, Miss Prior, I will take this secret with me to my grave!’ (Heaven help me if she should ever find these letters, Connie! But I know I may trust you completely.)

‘Very well, then. Come to me, Catherine, and be my sweetheart!’ Miss Prior opened her arms and I rushed to her, to be folded into her bosom. I sank into the soft warmth of her gown, feeling her breasts heave underneath the layers of her night clothes, knowing that these would soon be shed. I felt her strong fingers under my chin, and my face was lifted to meet hers. Our lips touched, and then I felt her tongue push its way into my mouth. I was powerless to resist, as she deepened the kiss, breathing her passion into my very soul.

My arms were clasped tightly about her waist, but I felt her own hands trace a route up my arms, till they came to rest upon my shoulders. Gradually her strong fingers and thumbs insinuated themselves under the lapels of my dressing gown, and began to pull them aside.

Breaking our kiss, I released her from my embrace so that I could pull open the cord which held the heavy garment closed. It was soon falling off me, dropping to the floor, to leave me standing in my nightdress.

Miss Prior stepped back and removed her own dressing gown. ‘Come, Catherine, we must make ourselves as naked as Eve before the Fall of Man, and quickly.’ There was a tremor in her voice, normally so confident and commanding. The gown was cast to the floor, and her shift was soon bunched in her fists, her arms crossed over her breasts. With a violent motion it was lifted and pulled over her head, exposing to me her wonderful naked body.

She was as beautiful as I remembered. Her breasts, as I remarked previously, while not as large as mine, were still generous, and the nipples firm. They pointed at me, as if accusing me of my sin.

As Miss Prior lifted her feet to remove her expensive Chinese slippers, I realised I was still fully covered. Not wanting my governess – and now my lover! – to think me shy, I pulled my nightdress up, gradually exposing my thighs, then my sex, then my tummy. At each new revelation Miss Prior’s breathing seemed to grow louder, and she suddenly seized the gathered material about my ribs and lifted it over my head for me.

On exposing my nudity and casting aside the heavy white shift, she took my face in her hands and kissed me once again. ‘And now, Catherine,’ she whispered, ‘let us to bed!’

I had walked barefoot to Miss Prior’s room, so now tiptoed behind her as she took my hand and led me to the mattress which was to be the stage of our lovemaking. Laying me down upon my back, she sat next to me and placed her hands upon my breasts. Massaging the soft mounds, her fingers and thumbs squeezed my nipples into peaks. I gasped as I felt the blood course into the hard buds.

When they were as erect as I believe they ever could be, Miss Prior bent forward and attached her mouth to my right breast. Teasing the sensitive nipple between her lips, she sucked and pulled, making me gasp in sweet torture. She continued for some minutes, gradually drawing more and more of my plump breast flesh into her mouth, until eventually all my nipple and its surrounding flesh, and a large amount of my creamy skin, was inside.

When it was released I looked down and was shocked at the redness of my skin, normally so white. Miss Prior looked at me and smiled, a thing she did so rarely as to make it wonderful when it happened at that moment, before lowering her mouth to perform the same operation upon my left breast.

When both my bubbies had been sucked and teased to the limit of my endurance, Miss Prior lifted her head to look at me. Pushing my breasts together, so as to make my nipples even more prominent, she swung her legs onto the bed and knelt next to me. Lifting my right leg, she shuffled to her left and placed my limb outside hers. She now knelt between my knees, and looked down at my spot in the way a dog would look at a food dish which its master is about to fill.

Sliding forward with the grace of a dancer, she put her mouth to the lips of my sex. She bestowed upon it the most fleeting of kisses. I felt my own moist petals part, and groaned, an inarticulate plea for more robust contact. But my governess, whose knowledge clearly extended to expertise in the art of gamahuching her own sex, was not to be rushed into her task by the lust of an inexperienced girl. I was given a series of kisses, each as light as a butterfly landing upon a summer flower. Soon I was writhing in undignified desperation, pleading with Miss Prior to lick me properly.

Just when I believed I could take it no more, Miss Prior finally gave me what I desired. Peeling aside each of the fleshy folds that guarded my private place, she deftly inserted her tongue. It twisted and flicked, hitting the little bud at the centre of my spot time and time again. My arms twisted and my fists clenched, as I pounded the mattress in sweet agony. I had been driven to such intense heights, I knew my crisis would not be far off, and so it was that within minutes I was overtaken by the sensation of every muscle in my body contracting, then extending, as I thrashed in ecstasy.

Miss Prior continued to lick and suck me throughout my climax, gripping my thighs like a vice, as she fought to keep her lips and tongue in place. By and by, I calmed down, and she raised her head to look at me. In the candlelight I could see her lips, and even the tip of her nose, glistening with what must have been my own spendings. With slow deliberation, she traced her fingers across her mouth to wipe the moisture away before pushing them into her mouth and sucking them clean.

She crawled forward and took me in her arms, kissing me tenderly. Her breath now felt musky, and I imagined this must be how I tasted to her. ‘Did you like that, my sweet?’ she crooned.

‘Oh yes, Miss Prior, so very, very much!’ I enthused.

‘Then it is time for you to show me how much you have learnt. Catherine, you must suck my cunny!’

Cunny! My heart leapt at her very use of the word, a word which no one could use in polite society, Connie. It simply emphasised the thrill of how wicked we were being together.

Although I had experienced much Sapphic pleasure at the hands of Miss Prior and Molly, my experience of giving had been limited to that single occasion with Betty, or rather, Lady Elizabeth, which I have already described to you. Now I was being asked to perform that function for Miss Prior, who had once again clearly indicated how high her standards were in this, as in everything.

My apprehension must have showed, as she leant forward and bestowed another aromatic kiss upon my lips. ‘Do not worry, Catherine. I am certain we will have plenty of time to perfect your skills. Just do the job to the best of your ability.’ With that she rolled onto her back, awaiting my attention.

I hauled myself onto all fours, looking down on my beautiful, naked mistress. Suddenly, I was overtaken with desire to be as intimate with her as possible. Leaning down, I kissed her on the mouth, taking her somewhat by surprise. I then moved down to her breasts, taking each nipple in my mouth and sucking them to stiffness once again, in a similar, albeit more brief, way than she had done for me. Miss Prior shivered and closed her eyes, as her hands reached up to stroke my tousled hair.

Thus emboldened, I ran my tongue down the length of her torso, not wishing to break my contact with her. I felt her body shiver as I did so, a movement which became a violent trembling as I approached her more intimate place. I noticed, almost for the first time, the neat little patch of wiry hair that guarded the entrance to her inner sanctum.

I trembled as my nose made contact with the tips, and was just able to see the way it shook as my breath, coming in stilted gasps, wafted over it.

I felt her hairs on the tip of my tongue as I pushed on, knowing what I had to do. With nervous fingers I touched Miss Prior’s mound of Venus, hearing her sharp intake of breath as I did so. Then I was gently pulling the fleshy petals apart, growing more courageous as I realised I was giving my governess only pleasure, and not discomfort.

Inside I found her slick and well oiled, a clear sign, I now understand, that she was ready for my attentions. Lifting my head momentarily, I swallowed, and then took a deep breath. Poking out my tongue, I plunged back in. Then I was licking her innermost treasure.