Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2012 20:59:41 +0100 (CET) From: Teresa Yam Subject: PUNCHINELLO (Part Three) "No," said Georgina. "It looks rude and horrible." "It is an easy thing for you to do and you will enjoy it." "No!" "Yes. Come on, let me help you undress." "No, Mama says I must never be naughty." "It's a bit late for that, Georgie. Have you so easily forgotten what happened yesterday?" "I don't know what you did to me." "Whatever it was, you enjoyed it, didn't you?" The girl nodded slowly and put her thumb in her mouth. "Well, this will be even better, I promise you. Better than sucking your thumb. And it's much more enjoyable with all your clothes off?" The girl did not answer, but now sucked her thumb earnestly. "What's the matter, Georgie? Cat got your tongue?" Georgina shook her head. "It's a perfectly natural thing for a girl to do. Even better when you do it with someone else." Georgina's heart beat faster. She felt if she was being drawn into something naughty, something that should not be spoken about. Yet somehow she could just not turn and run, and in fact did not want to. She had become rooted to the spot, mesmerised by the strumming of the maid's hand between her legs. It made a wet clicking sound. Before she knew what was happening Melanie had caught hold of her by the wrist and pulled the girl towards her. Now Georgina was caught in the web. "Yesterday I was nice to you. Now it is your turn to be nice to me. You will suck me now. You will suck on this until I say `enough'... Go on, or I will smack your big fat lazy bottom until it burns like your fat face." "You wouldn't." "Yes I would... and not only that, I'll tell your mama what you get up to. What on earth would she think of you I wonder?" Frightened by the threat, Georgina found her head suddenly trapped between powerful knees. They locked quickly against her ears. "No, I don't want to. That `mimi' thing is wet and horrid..." The blood roared in Georgina's ears like a breaking wave at the seaside. But before she could protest further Melanie had dragged Georgina up by her elbows and along her marble-white thighs. She opened her legs fully and jammed the plump, cherubic face against her sex, watching the little girl wriggle in vain for a moment or two. She was aware of her superior physical strength and of forcing her will on the girl. Melanie trembled with excitement and electricity. A feeling of sexual power imbued her. She held the girl there, Georgina's warm breath feathering her vulva. She scissored her legs around her back and clamped the girl with one heel pressed firmly into the small of Georgina's back. Much better now; she could now feel the girl's mouth sliding against her gaping sex. The more the girl struggled to free herself the better it felt for Melanie. "Yes, go on," she said. "Stick your tongue out too. You will like the juicy taste." Melanie's strong scent nauseated Georgina and the thick hair smothered and choked her. She fought for breath as the maid pressed the girl even harder to her. The girl scratched and pinched Melanie's belly flesh until the maid could stand it no longer. She unclamped her legs and Georgina wriggled free. She was dishevelled and gasping for air. "No, I won't... I don't want to. It's horrible. I couldn't breathe. You can't make me do it. You are the servant girl here. You've no right to make me do things I don't want." And she spat the thick, oily taste out of her mouth and wiped her lips on the sleeve of her smock. The maid had been cut short, left high and dry and breathless. She was agitated and in a terribly excited state. Her words came out in a rush: "Yes, yes, little one. You will really like it, I promise you." She placed a hand across her bosom to calm the palpitation in her chest. "It will be lovely and sweet. Come to your big sister, you will enjoy it even more than a bagful of humbugs." "No, I won't do it! And you are not my sister. You are the servant girl in this house and I will not do what you want!" In a temper the maid flew at the girl and in a trice had raised her smock and lowered her drawers. She spread the girl across her lap. Georgina bucked and kicked, but the maid easily overpowered her. Then she proceeded to give the girl a sound spanking which she continued until her hand could stand it no longer. Her hand soon became as hot and tingling and red as the girl's backside looked, and for that matter, both their faces too. Melanie was hot from the effort and excitement of spanking, and Georgina from the embarrassment of having to submit so shamefully to a domestic servant. Melanie had never spanked before. She had not realised what hard work it could be, or how powerfully exhilarating too, or even the strange, gooey honey pleasure it could bring to her `mimi'.