Greythorntan Hall 1940 Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Greythorntan Hall 1940 Ch. 02

... fucked.

She was fastened onto the spanking horse and whipped with open belts from her neck to her waist for the duration of the large timer. She screamed and swore and the more noise she made her whipping got harder and faster until the timer ended.

You could see the bulge in the footmen`s trousers as they turned her over and lots of hands went down pants of the male staff as her legs were splayed open. They fastened a belt around her waist and on each ankle, their pleasure increased as in turn each breast was lifted by a nipple and a strap placed beneath them.

Finally, her wrists were secured above her head, lifting her grapefruit sized breasts even higher. He turned the timer upside down as the first belt cut across her pussy lips, she howled and never stopped howling as the belts hit all over her body.

"Stop."

Anna was left in that position.

"Now we have the fucker who fucked her whilst his horses were braying for their food. Come here boy, let`s all see what your major attraction is."

The naked boy stood in front of everyone.

"Hands on head boy, let us all share your attraction."

The butler put on some white gloves and held the tiny, shrivelled cock and wanked him to full size. He put both hands around it.

"Must be a good eight inch, let`s see how far he can spit."

He was wanked till he cum and spurted over the hall floor. I had not seen many cocks before never mind a wanked one, and him squirting white stuff, wow. I was puzzled as to ...

... why this was done, my mum said it was so his caning would not feel sexual, not sure I understood, but nodded.

The boy, Andy, was twenty-seven and mum said he should have known better. He was the son of one of the gardeners in the house and was quite the ladies' man. When it was his turn, he had to bend over and be placed in the old stocks, so head and arms secured when the top of the stocks came down.

He was to get cuts on his bottom from his own riding crop for the duration of the small timer. If he moved the stocks from the spot, the timer would be tuned over again.

"Stop."

My mum counted, he got twenty-six hits.

"Now, step up a little girl of eighteen, who thought she was the lady of the house and could speak to the children of the house. Not only talk, but put ridiculous ideas into a boy`s head of playing football inside, ridiculous, as if that would ever happen!"

He then detailed my punishment.

"She will be suspended by her arms above her head and whipped with an open belt for the duration of the small timer. Our house manger already gave her an instant hiding, turn round and bend to show his marks."

There were still bruise and strap marks all over my back and bottom.

"Fasten her up."

I had to put my hands in a well-worn loop and was raised onto my tiptoes. I had mum`s words in my head, 'crying is ok and the odd scream is what they are looking for, but no hysterics and letting me down.'

"Start."

I closed my eyes, and the first lash went ...