Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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KIDDIE CLITTIES
Chapter One
Had one of the horses been bad? From the barn I heard a sound of whipping. It was slow, regular, almost hypnotic. I put down my ÒDangerous LiasonsÓ paperback, the ÒTropical TemptationÓ one, where the girl becomes a junior airline stewardess on her dadÕs plane and meets and young pilot, and went to the window. IÕd read the novel before, anyway.
I gazed out across the lawn from my second story bedroom window. In the distance was the barn. It was a warm summer morning. I still had my nightgown on. IÕd slept late. Auntie and Uncle didnÕt mind. Well, they might have, but they were away this morning, off early to buy feed for the horses at the feed store. And to haggle, I think, over the price they might get for their wheat next year.
The sound of whipping continued. I heard a horse neigh, but otherwise it was quiet. I left my window and crept downstairs. I went out the back door of the house. I didnÕt bother putting shoes on. The morning dew had long since burnt off the grass and it was soft under my feet. I felt the wind in my nightgown. It lifted it. The nightgown had been given to me by Eveline. She was Auntie and UncleÕs only child. She was 19. I was just 12. Auntie had protested the nightgown, saying it was too short. My others had always covered me down to my knees, but this one barely covered my bottom. When the wind caught my nightgown it lifted it, showing my panties. I struggled to capture the hem of the gown. I got hold of it, pressed it against myself, against my hips, but as soon as I let go the wind lifted it again.
I guess I was being punished for not getting up at the proper hour and dressing. I hoped none of EvelineÕs boyfriends were visiting today. I walked across the lawn, my gown held high by the wind. It showed my belly and it threatened to show my breasts. I didnÕt mind it showing my tummy, really, but I worried about it showing my breasts. I was embarrassed by them. A year ago IÕd been flat-chested. Now I had two big gourd-like things hanging off me. They were round as peaches and they swung easily as I walked, for I wore no bra. I felt so silly, having them. Only one other girl I knew was so well-endowed, my friend Tabitha, and she was a year older than me.
The sound of the whipping continued, drawing me toward the barn. I liked the barn. My favorite horse, Pepper, lived there, with his mate. She was named Downy, because she was all white, while Pepper was black as a moonless night. I worried that he might have gotten in trouble somehow. He was a little spirited, though he was nice to me. HeÕd broken out a week ago and I remembered Uncle warning him that if he did it again, heÕd give him a good whaling to make him behave. But uncle was gone today. I knew Eveline wasnÕt likely to whip the horses. She liked them as much as I did. So why, then, was I hearing that sound?
I crept into the barn. I was frightened by the sound, but I had to find out what was happening. I had to push the barn door back a little to sneak inside and it let out a small Ôcreak!Õ As I stepped within, into the shadowed interior of the barn, I saw a womanÕs figure. She was clad in riding boots with her legs otherwise bare, wearing very short hot pants around her waist. Above her pants her back was bare, except for a small bikini top tied casually around her oversized breasts. The drawstrings of the bra were loose, the one around her back hanging down a little, obviously not tightly drawn, the one around her neck tautened by the weight of her breasts but otherwise loosely bound to her neck, in a big, careless bow.
Of course, seeing this tall, tanned figure standing in the barn, I knew immediately who it was. Eveline! Her long red hair was tied off in an efficient pony tail. She was in the middle of a whipstroke as I entered. I saw the tail of the whip fly out, strike something in the distance, and then rebound.
Eveline turned. As she did her hand flew to her bosom and she seemed to do her best to straighten her bra, repositioning the too-small cups over her breasts.
ÒOh, itÕs you!Ó she gasped. She seemed slightly heated. ÒI thought you were my dad or mom.Ó
ÒNo, theyÕre out this morning,Ó I said. I felt small, like a mouse entering someplace itÕs not supposed to be. My nightdress settled around my waist, concealing my panties once more, though just barely, for it was quite short. I could feel the wind through the door of the barn. It still stood open a crack, from my entering. It tugged at my nightdress, trying to lift it, but not quite able to, anymore. I pushed the door closed behind me to keep the wind out.
I saw a white block of what looked to be tofu in the distance. It was set atop a big wooden post. It stood about level with my waist, a few inches higher, perhaps. Eveline had been whipping it and flecks of tofu were spattered around the dirt floor of the barn, near the post.
ÒWhat are you doing?Ó I asked. I padded across the cool dirt floor of the barn, enjoying the feel of my toes free in the dirt, needing no shoes, wanting none. I walked slowly, a little hesitant, but not too frightened anymore because it was just Eveline here, and the horses stood contentedly some distance away from her whip, in their stables.
Eveline brushed a loose strand of her long red hair away from her eyes. She was calm, but there was a quiet sense of excitement brooding within her. There was a gleam of perspiration on her brow.
ÒIÕm practising my whipping,Ó she said to me. Her eyes were bright. They seemed to burn into me as I approached her.
ÒThatÕs good,Ó I replied. It was all I could think to say. Horses sometimes needed a whip applied to them, but of course she wouldnÕt want to hurt them any more than I would, except I would never whip them. I looked at the block of bean curd sitting atop the post. It was half-ruined, I guessed Eveline had been whipping it. Inside IÕd mostly been hearing the snap of the whip, for the tofu was quite soft.
I figured I knew the answer but I asked anyway, there in the darkness, standing close to Eveline now, looking at her and the long tail of the whip she held. She smiled, seeing me in the nightgown sheÕd given me.
ÒWhy are you practising your whipping?Ó I asked her. I looked up at her with my large, liquid eyes, set inquiringly on opposite sides of my upturned nose. She considered a moment, as if considering telling me a lie. Then her eyes fell to my breasts and they seemed to convince her to tell me the truth. As if they made me old enough to know it.
ÒI --Ó she paused, as if reconsidering her decision. Then before she could withdraw it she blurted out, ÒI have to practise. So I can whip female bottoms.Ó
I blanched. I donÕt think anything could have prepared me for a response like that! My hands flew instinctively to my heinie and clutched at it. ÒYou what?!Ó I asked. My fingers found the hem of my nightgown and tugged hard at it, trying to pull it more concealingly over my rump.
Eveline eyed me with a kind of gleeful wickedness now, realizing sheÕd given herself the upper hand. She seemed glad of her statement and happy, perhaps, to have the secret off her chest. ÒYes,Ó she said, giving the whip she held a little snap, with just the slightest movement of her wrist. ÒMy dad and mom want me to marry a farmer, of course, and spend my days and nights growing wheat and milking cows, but IÕve found a funner way to live.Ó She grinned. I held on to my bottom for dear life. ÒYou donÕt think I got that red convertible in the drive selling hogs, do you?Ó
ÒAuntie and Uncle say you talked the dealer into giving you a great price for them,Ó I replied. My voice was tremulous.
ÒI did nothing of the kind,Ó Eveline replied. She tossed her head and her big red ponytail swished across her bare back. ÒThe dealer is an old shit whoÕs 55 and likes swindling people out of their swine more than he likes getting an erection, which I doubt he gets any more. I got an ordinary price for the hogs, just like everyone else does, and then only after two hours of haggling and flirting with him. The rest came from my escort service.Ó
ÒOh,Ó I answered. I looked at her lean, half-bare body and the slender whip she held gracefully in her hand. My voice was quiet, mouselike.
Eveline reached behind her neck and untied the drawstring of her bra. ÒStep back,Ó she said. ÒI like practising topless, but I was worried that someone was coming, so I put this on, just in case. I heard the back door of the house slam when you came out.Ó She smiled. Her loosely tied bra dropped from her breasts. They were perfectly formed, teenage breasts, with pink nipples topping them. The bra remained tied around EvelineÕs back, but, without the support of the drawstring around her neck, it quickly slid down to her waist. It hung there, white against the dark red of her hot pants, the small cups of the bra dangling between her legs.
Eveline drew back her hand, drawing the whip along with it. Then she let fly another stroke. It was a fast, hard stroke, but when it hit the block of tofu it seemed to barely mar it, just taking off the slightest bit of it, which flew in a white glob to the floor.
ÒMmmm, nice one,Ó Eveline said. Her voice was high, lilting. One might have mistaken it for a childÕs voice, except when you saw her you realized she was obviously a woman.
I knew I should leave the barn, seeing such a strange sight as a topless girl who claimed to run an escort service whipping a block of tofu. But, of course, curious as a cat with nine lives (though I only had one) I stayed. Eveline seemed to ignore me, now, saying simply, ÒLet me know if you think you hear somebody coming.Ó She gave the tofu blow after blow, but each only hurt it a little, for sheÕd obviously done lots of practising and had quite a talent at whipping. Gradually I let go of my bottom and the hem of my nightgown. I stood barefoot on the dirt, watching, my hair tied off neatly in pigtails, shivering a little as each blow of the whip fell.
ÒWhy do you have to whip female bottoms?Ó I asked at length, gathering my courage.
ÒFor pleasure,Ó Eveline surprised me by answering. She gave the tofu another strike, hitting it a little too hard this time, digging a big chunk out of it.
ÒSorry,Ó I said, seeing IÕd ruined her stroke.
ÒNo, itÕs okay,Ó Eveline answered. ÒThough I am running out of tofu.Ó She turned to me. ÒSome men like to see a girl whipped. ItÕs just that simple.Ó She drew the cord of the whip across her palm. It was a long whip, black, with a knot at the end of it, and a spray of little threads extending out from the knot, like a whisper-soft embellishment. ÒAnd sometimes,Ó she said. ÒI have to whip a girl. SheÕs disobedient, or she tries to cheat me out of my share of the money sheÕs made. After all, I arrange the parties, and invite the men, and keep everything orderly. That takes a lot of work and I expect to be paid for it. So sometimes I have to whip a girl for that reason. And also,Ó she paused. Her breasts hung nakedly from her chest like large grapefruit. She laughed and they jiggled a little. ÒAnd sometimes I have to whip men too,Ó she said. ÒEither because they want it or their wives or girlfriends want to see it done, or because weÕve played a game and they were the loser.Ó She smiled at me. ÒWhen a man has his legs spread to the whip, thatÕs dangerous, and I have to be able to place the strokes precisely. Some mistresses allow a man to wear a jockstrap for the event, to give his balls some protection, but I donÕt. It seems to me thatÕs the whole fun of it, seeing his naked balls hanging down, and his dick stiffly protruding. So I have to slice him just right, hitting his buns and not his balls, or the whole evening might be spoilt.Ó She giggled. ÒEspecially if he spurts when I hit his balls. Sperm is a terrible thing to waste.Ó She tossed back her ponytail. ÒOf course, the best whipping of all it so flay a manÕs seat and then, in the final stroke, to kiss his balls with the whip, but just using the very tip of the whip, so it just grazes him, scaring him, but not hurting him too much to put him out of commission.Ó
ÒOh!Ó I said. Her words sent a thrill of excitement through me. I could barely contain a desire to rub myself as I heard her speak of whipping a manÕs balls. Absently my hands had found the front of my panties. Without even thinking about it, listening to her, IÕd lifted the front of my nightgown. IÕd slipped the fingers of both my hands into the front of my panties. Now, with my fingers splayed over my puss, I felt a strong desire to seek out my clit and rub it.
Eveline laughed at me. ÒI think you are not quite the innocent in your mind that you are in your body,Ó she teased. She knew I was a virgin. I was only 12, how could I be anything else?
ÒCould I--?Ó I asked. My voice was quavering as I spoke.
ÒNo,Ó she said abruptly, guessing my question. ÒYouÕre too young, too little.Ó She eyed my bosoms. ÒWell, ÔlittleÕ might not be the correct anatomical description anymore but...Ó
ÒPlease?Ó I asked. Suddenly, being denied it, I wanted it.
ÒSally, we *fuck* at those parties,Ó Eveline told me bluntly.
My fingers found my spot and I couldnÕt help diddling it. ÒOoooh! I want to!Ó I cried. (Though, in truth, I think I was a little confused at what I wanted just then.)
Eveline snapped her whip against the ground. The sound made me shiver and nearly leap into the air. I strained up on my toes. My fingers strained within my panties. Eveline reached out and grasped both my wrists with the long fingers of her hand and pulled them stickily out of my panties.
ÒDonÕt be a baby,Ó she admonished. I blushed. I wiped my fingers against my bare thighs. I felt a need within my slit that burned to be satisfied. My panties had a wet spot in the crotch. Looking at me, Eveline let her own hand go to the front of her hotpants. She unbuttoned the top button, but she was deep in thought and I think she didnÕt even know what she was doing.
ÒAlright,Ó she said. ÒIÕll let you join. But donÕt think youÕre going to be special or anything, even if you are my niece. You have to find a friend to bring along, so there will be two of you, the same age, to lean on and give each other confidence. IÕll be too busy to give you anything more than cursory guidance.Ó
ÒOh, thank you!Ó I cried. I threw myself against her, my pussy still buzzing, knowing she was excited too at what weÕd agreed on. I felt my bare belly rubbing against hers. Though I was shorter, I stood on tip toe, and she I think bent her knees a little to receive me as I threw myself upon her.
Eveline stroked my blonde hair. It was like finespun gold, a long delicate mane, though pulled at the moment into twin little-girl pigtails to keep it from being mussed as I slept. I liked my hair. It was long, like BarbiÕs, and lots of people said I looked like her, especially since my breasts had appeared.
ÒYou can thank me more helpfully than by just hugging me,Ó Eveline told me. ÒI need your bottom for target practise.Ó
ÒNo!Ó I cried. But instead of letting go of her I hugged her tighter.
ÒDonÕt worry, weÕll do it indoors, in your bedroom,Ó Eveline said. ÒOut of the dirt. And IÕll wash off the whip before I use it.Ó
ÒOhhhh, please donÕt!Ó I pleaded. But I hugged her tightly, until she finally had to take me by my pigtails and pull on them to get me off her. Then, taking my hand, she led me from the barn. Pepper whinnied to me as we left.
ÒBye, Pepper,Ó I said, turning and looking at my favorite horse. I think he mounted Downy when we left.
The wind lifted my nightgown again. It was noon now, but I hardly noticed, for I was walking beside Eveline. SheÕd restored her top just outside the barn. It was loosely tied, like before. Her breasts threatened to bounce from the cups as we walked. She didnÕt realize that sheÕd unbuttoned the top button of her hot pants and they hung low on her hips. I could see her bikini panties within, where the hot pants sagged down to reveal them. She walked with a proud stride across the grass, her legs clad in knee-length riding boots of the finest leather. I hurried along beside her, my feet bare in the grass, my nightgown uplifted to show my belly and the thin pair of panties I wore. EvelineÕs long whip trailed in the grass, snake-like, slithering along behind us.
Next to the back door there was a puddle of fresh rainwater, slowly evaporating in the summer heat. It had rained last night, putting me to sleep. Now Eveline pointed to the puddle and told me to splash my feet in them to clean them. When I had, she stepped into the puddle, so that the soles of her boots would be clean. Then she splashed her whip in the puddle, flicking it in the water so it looked like a water snake. When she lifted it from the puddle, dripping with water, we both ran our hands along the whip to clean them.
ÒIt feels, like a penis,Ó I said, breathlessly. It was thickest at the handle and then tapered slowly down its length until it was very thin at the tip, where the tassel was.
ÒHave you ever felt a penis?Ó Eveline asked me. The sun was hot on our bodies.
ÒNo,Ó I breathed.
ÒPenises have a strange shape,Ó Eveline said. ÒThey are a thick shaft, elongated when the man is excited but shrivelled quite small when heÕs not. Near the head the shaft briefly tapers inward, then, just when you might think itÕs tapering down to a more manageable size, it flares out into a big, bulbous head. Of course, wherever the man wishes to stick himself, the head, which is biggest, must go in first, which seems quite impractical to me, given that a girl must get used to a penis. YouÕd think God would have made a manÕs penis like a whip, thickest at the base, and smallest at the tip. But no, itÕs just the other way round.Ó
Òmmmmm,Ó I hummed, listening. I wanted to stick my fingers in my panties again but they were wet from the puddle-water.
ÒLetÕs go inside,Ó Eveline said. I bit my lip but let her take my hand. Together we mounted the back steps and went into the house. ÒUpstairs,Ó Eveline told me. ÒGo to your bedroom and get on your bed, like youÕre going to sleep, or take a nap. But put your head in your pillow and kneel, with your bottom up in the air. IÕll be up in a minute.Ó
ÒEveline!Ó I said disconsolately.
ÒIt is important that you prove to me you can obey me if youÕre going to go to my parties,Ó she said. We were in the kitchen. She went over to a cabinet and opened it. ÒGo on!Ó she said. ÒIÕve seen you take naps in the afternoon, when uncle asks you to go out and feed the horses. You have no problem getting in bed then, so that your indulgent uncle makes me feed the horses instead. Of course, you donÕt mind riding them...Ó
I pouted and darted from the kitchen. I heard the cabinet door bang shut. She was right, of course. The last week IÕd done almost no chores at all, and uncle had said it was okay, that I was a guest, and so Eveline had to do my chores instead. I felt sorry for her and for myself and as I speculated on why IÕd been so bad, I went upstairs to my bedroom. I stood and looked at myself in my mirror. I liked my new breasts, but I hated them too, because they made me much more noticed by all the boys (and even men!) than IÕd ever been before. I untied my pigtails.
Eveline walked into the room. She was carrying her whip and a small black satchel. ÒDid I say to primp?Ó she asked. ÒGet in bed! Auntie and Uncle might come home any minute, and I know you arenÕt going to be quiet like you should be!Ó
ÒOhhhh!Ó I cried. I didnÕt want to go through with it now. But I got on my bed. It was still unmade. Eveline noticed, tutted. She placed the satchel on top of my dresser and unzipped it. She took out a bottle of vinegar. I guessed sheÕd gotten it from the kitchen. She unscrewed the top. I smelt the pungent tang of the vinegar. She drew a rag from the satchel. It was white, like cotton. She wet a rag with the vinegar, then wiped it along the length of her whip.
ÒIt will sting better with vinegar on it,Ó she explained. Poutingly I put my head in my pillow and raised my ass. I felt my nightgown slip down from my waist. It gathered around my breasts. ÒPlus, in the accidental event that I should draw blood, it will be sanitary,Ó she said.
ÒOh, please Eveline, IÕm sorry I didnÕt do my chores and I do want to go to your parties but...Ó I protested.
ÒWith or without?Ó she asked simply.
ÒHmmm?Ó I queried.
ÒWith panties or without,Ó she said. She advanced toward the bed, putting the open bottle of vinegar and the rag on my dresser, holding only her whip. She reached behind her back. Awkwardly she untied the drawstring of her bra that looped around her back. The cups, loosed, fell from the prominence of her breasts to lie in the space between them. Then she reached up behind her neck and untied the drawstring there. Her bra fell away, leaving her breasts nude and uncovered. They joggled a little in their newfound freedom and rose and fell with her breaths.
ÒWith panties, of course!Ó I said.
Eveline reached out, and caught the back of my panties and yanked them down. ÒThen you must do it without, since you wish the opposite,Ó she said. I felt a cool rush of air on my bottom and worriedly flexed my hinds. I was going to rise up, but suddenly I felt quite saucy. I wiggled my bare ass at her and said, impishly, ÒWhat if I cut a fart?Ó
Eveline stepped back. ÒTry to be good and not yell too loudly,Ó she said.
I felt bolder, in my new condition. IÕd never showed a girl my bottom before. Eveline was seven years my senior and it seemed okay, somehow, to tease her with my naked ass. IÕd never have done such a thing to my friend Tabitha but with an older girl it seemed delightfully silly and naughty.
ÒWhat if I cut a fart?Ó I asked again, giggling. Like Touche Turtle I proffered my ass, as if it were his little sword, and I seemed to wish to joust with her. ÒWhat if I cut a fart?Ó I said again, and was giggling quite hard now, uncontrollably so.
Eveline simply looked at me, sizing me up. She took the pad with vinegar on it and ran it over her whip again, down the entire length of it, soaking the cord with the pad. Then she re-dipped the pad in the bottle of vinegar, drew it out dripping, and wet her whip yet again. All this time I was giggling loudly and brandishing my bare ass at her as if I was Supergirl and her whip coulnÕt hurt me in the least.
ÒOkay, IÕm ready,Ó I said finally, feeling quite daring. ÒWhip me on my heinie so I can go to your parties and steal all your men!Ó Sassily I gyrated my bare bottom around, feeling my tight cheeks as they rubbed back and forth against each other, loving the bittersweet touch of my pussy lips. I was naked, save for my nightgown wreathed around my boobs, and my panties ringing my thighs. Naked and wanting and randy, loving my nudity and how easily I could tease her about the chores IÕd skipped, and how I might swipe all her boyfriends. ÒWhip me, Eveline!Ó I cried, giggling. ÒWhip me hard!Ó
SWIIIIIIICK! Suddenly, without warning, without even putting down the pad of vinegar, which might have inspired me to leap from my bed, Eveline gave me my first stroke. It slashed across my rump and imparted a deep stinging to it. That was no mere touch of the tassel! That was a full-blown stroke, meant not to kiss my bottom demurely but to teach me a lesson!
ÒYoo hoo hoo! Not THAT hard!Ó I cried. I waggled my ass like a dog emerging from water. Except I was pulling my tushy from fire, or so it felt! I clapped my hands back to my bottom and squeezed my cheeks. They were big in my hands. I clutched at them and felt tears spill from my eyes onto my pillow.
ÒTake your hands away!Ó Eveline warned me. But I didnÕt, of course. In retaliation she let her whip fly again, and this time it struck me across my fingers.
ÒNooooo!Ó I gasped. My hands darted from my bottom to my mouth. I sucked on my fingers, my nose and eyes buried in my pillow and my mouth blubbering.
I sensed Eveline approaching me but what worse thing could she do to me than she already had? Her hands threaded themselves round my head and down past my face. I heard a clinking of steel and then cold steel pressed against my wrists. There was a snap! First one, then the other of my wrists were locked inside police handcuffs. The satchel! It had contained more than just the vinegar and a rag, I realized.
ÒNow keep your bottom high,Ó Eveline told me. ÒThe next partyÕs tommorrow night and I want you in attendance. IÕd whip you harder but I have to keep the party in mind.Ó She stepped back, oblivous to my crying. ÒOf course, I could whip you hard and have you show up with a red tushy, but IÕm not that sort of mistress. Only a cruel mistress would humiliate a girl like that, introducing her to all the men with a red bottom, already marked. They might take undue advantage of her, thinking her nothing, a mere tramp. You my dear will be highly prized, and youÕll have a delicate white ass. So be happy the party isnÕt a week from now, or IÕd flay you in the manner you deserve!Ó
She took up her whip again. I might have leaped from the bed, and tried to run. I might have lain down on my side and tried to hide my bottom from her. But, instead, knowing not why, perhaps because I felt guilty about not doing my chores, perhaps because I wanted to go to her party, I kept my derriere well-poised to receive the whip. She had said she would not do me hard. Fighting the cuffs, wishing somehow I could free my hands, I offered my bare hiney and my fig. She drew apart my legs with a hand pressed to the inside of my thighs.
ÒVery good, you hold the pose well,Ó she said. ÒYou are not old in years, but you have a womanÕs sense of what is required.Ó Eveline drew back. I heard the whip slither across the floor.
And then it was upon me again, whip-cracking, singing across my hiney and leaving a bright trail of pain in its wake. I shrieked. I gyrated my hips. I prayed for relief from the burning that scorched my bottom. Eveline waited, letting me savor the blow on my cheeks before giving me another. I did not savor it, but I did somehow still relish the nakedness of my ass. Never before had I knelt like this with my panties pulled down to my thighs, my bottom so raw and exposed and seeking, somehow, to be touched indiscreetly. My bosoms pressed hard to the bed and were stiff-nippled. With each bounce that the whip imparted to my body they grazed across the coverlet, my body lifting up, my boobs lifting, scraping forward, then finally settling back into the bed. The pillow and I were slowly inching our way up against the bedÕs headboard.
SWAAAK! I felt the whip again. It caressed my bare globe and pushed me up, forward, dragging my breasts with me. My nipples left the coverlet of the unmade bed and found themselves dangling heavily upon the sheet. Like a snake the coverlet wound underneath me, covering the bed here, but not there, a roughness against one of my knees, stripped back under the other, letting it press against the smooth sheet.
Eveline whipped me again, then again, keeping the strokes light now, though they still hurt enough to make me shout. Finally she threw down the whip. I heard the handle of it clatter upon the wooden floor. Thankfully I threw myself on my belly. I lay with my bare bottom steaming behind me, crisscrossed with red marks from the whip. I wanted to reach back behind myself and console it, but my hands were bitterly bound by the cuffs. They cut into my wrists. I bit at the chain connecting them. It was no use. I was captive.
ÒPoor baby,Ó Eveline said with a wry grin. I did not look at her face but I knew she was smiling. ÒNow thereÕs more work for me. I have to put cream on your bottom to make it all better for the party,Ó she said. I felt her sit on the bed. A cap popped. Her hand passed over my bottom. My cheeks flinched. I didnÕt like anything touching it now. It was too tender.
ÒDonÕt! Leave it be!Ó I begged. I wanted only the air upon it. Not even that, perhaps, for it was insidiously cool against my hot pumpkin, giving relief yet not enough, for I squirmed on my bed, my cheeks tormenting me.
I heard a pop, as of a cap removed. There was a squirting sound and I felt a rush of cold cream splatter onto my bottom. EvelineÕs fingers touched me again. She rubbed my seat. I squirmed, squealed. ÒHush!Ó she scolded. ÒWhat if Unca and Auntie are pulling up the drive?Ó Gradually she spread the cream all over my bottom. I suffered, but it felt good, too. Her cream-smeared fingers delved between my thighs. Defensively I tried to close them.
ÒDo not,Ó Eveline told me. Her words were strong, harsh. I feared being made to take the whip anew and kept my legs open as she insisted. She pressed within my slit and found my clit. She diddled it with the tips of her fingers.
ÒNoooo!Ó I begged. My voice rushed from my lungs, pleading, yet secretly pleased, in a naughty way. I had my hands cuffed under me, pressed to my throat. I tilted my head down and bit into one of my fingers. It felt too good, Eveline playing with me. Suddenly I clamped my thighs together. Her hand was trapped within. An ecstatic shiver seized me.
ÒYes, little one, you must have your due, it is time,Ó Eveline told me. I glanced back at her a moment later. To my surprise I saw her other hand had dipped into the front of her hot pants. They were completely unbuttoned now. She was playing with her pussy and, as I watched, she slipped her fingers into her panties. ÒOpen your legs,Ó she told me softly. I obeyed. She continued diddling me as she found her own spot and began to pleasure herself.
ÒNo! No! No!Ó I cried. My voice came in short bursts of passion. But she did not stop. She knew I didnÕt want her to. Together we rode her inquisitive fingers until at last we did hear her mother and father returning. We ceased our playing, but only reluctantly.
EvelineÕs father tromped upstairs in his boots. She barely got her bra tied on in time, the cuffs unlocked from my wrists and put back in the satchel.
ÒDid you girls feed the horses?Ó EvelineÕs father asked. He looked into my room. Auntie appeared beside him.
ÒSally, what are you doing still in your nightdress? ItÕs two in the afternoon!Ó Auntie asked me. I lay in my bed on my back, my panties hastily pulled up round my waist. I bit my lip. My well-creamed bottom burned underneath me. Eveline sat on my bed. Auntie looked at her, at me. Our faces were flushed.
ÒWe -- we were wrestling,Ó Eveline said. My bed was a wreck. The whip was under the bed, the satchel closed. There was a smell of vinegar in the room, feminine odors too, but the vinegar masked it.
ÒWell, be about your chores, girls! Horses canÕt eat the air!Ó Auntie replied.
ÒYes, mother,Ó Eveline answered.
When we went to the barn we found Pepper, mounted atop Downy.
ÒYes, it is the season for mating,Ó Eveline said to me in a far-off voice. The horses continued their copulation. We did not disturb them.
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