Date: Fri, 10 Feb 2012 20:25:16 +0100 (CET) From: Teresa Yam Subject: PUNCHINELLO (An Adult Fairy Tale) (Lesbian/Adult/Youth/Authoritarian) PUNCHINELLO (An Adult Fairy Tale) The maid was standing on a chair cleaning the tall windows of the bedroom with her chamois. A galvanised pail of warm soapy water stood by the chair. Each time she raised herself up to reach higher her thick serge petticoat drew up higher too, showing her shapely white legs. She was a tall woman, well-built, her jet-black hair neatly pinned inside her white cap. She was between twenty-five and thirty years old. Melanie felt bored with her work. She sighed heavily. Often she daydreamed about her girlfriend Joan, longing for the time they would next be together, which wasn't soon or often enough for either of them. Because of this, improper thoughts would occupy her mind from time to time. She stopped working for a moment and looked down at the street below. People were going about their business. Motor cars and horse-drawn vehicles were coming and going. How she wished to be out there -- to be doing something else, to be something other than a domestic servant. She ran her pointed tongue slowly around her ruby lips in a kind of lewd gesture, bent her loins, stretched out her arms and rubbed her nipples erect. Melanie was utterly bored with her job. She longed for better things, to have money, to wear fine clothes and mix with the well-to-do. The door opened and the youngest daughter of the Davenport family came in. Georgina was quite breathless from having run up two flights of stairs and her podgy cheeks were flushed red. She was wearing her serious `I'm very important' face. "Oh Melanie, are you there?" "Oh, it's you! What do you want, Georgie-Porgy? I'm very busy at the moment." Melanie pretended to be annoyed, but she rather welcomed the interruption to her routine. Georgina was a plump girl, but hardly fat. But she was affected and simpering in manner and because of this Melanie often had the urge to tease her. Georgina was dressed-up to the nines, her long copper-red hair hung in ringlets around her shoulders. She was wearing a flouncy pink party dress in taffeta and lace, swelled with lots of thick petticoats. "You look very pretty, Georgina. Where are you off to?" "Actually, nowhere," the girl said, abruptly. "Mama and I are giving a party for my school chums and I'm going to put on a show for them." She glanced around the room. "You haven't seen my Punchinello, have you? Do you happen to know where it is?" Georgina raised her nose imperiously, as she so often did when she felt in one of her bossy, self-important moods. The maid knew perfectly well that Georgina was referring to her beloved glove puppet -- Mr Punch. The girl had quite a collection, marionettes too, and she was always showing them off to anyone who was remotely interested. Because she quite liked Melanie, Georgina sometimes would perform a play in her puppet theatre (that her father had built for her) for her alone, just for half-an-hour or so at the weekend. Because she was bored and restless, mischievous thoughts came into Melanie's mind. She thought, "The trumped-up little miss. I ought to teach her a lesson. Yes, why not..? I'll have a lark with her. Her mama will be downstairs preparing for the party. She won't know any different." Melanie stopped what she was doing, got down from the chair and squeezed the chamois out into the pail. "Your Punchinello..? Why no, I.... Oh, wait a bit though... I think I may be able to find it for you. I remember where it is now. Here, let me show you." Melanie went straight over to the little girl, her heavy work shoes clunking across the hardwood floor. She felt her breasts jiggling as she walked. Her nipples had stiffened considerably. They felt agitated and sensitive against her chemise. The woman had become extraordinarily excited by the opportunity that now presented itself and she had made up her mind to act swiftly and decisively. She gently took Georgina by the shoulder and eased her backwards. She put her hand right up inside the girl's frock and petticoats and felt the little mound between the girl's chubby thighs. It was soft and warm. "What are you doing?" said the surprised girl. "Ooh, what's this then?" said the maid, gently squeezing and kneading the sensitive spot. The girl giggled. "That tickles, Melanie. Stop it!" "I expect it does, but I do think that I may have found what you are really looking for, Georgie." Melanie smiled. "This is your `punchinello'... right here." And she punctuated each syllable in the sentence with a gentle pinch of the girl's `mimi'. "I think it may have been here all the time." Melanie kept her hand between the girl's legs and began surreptitiously caressing her there. "Oh, I don't th-think..." "Shush, little one... You will see how nice this can be. Stay quiet and still for a moment and afterwards I will help you find Mr Punch." Georgina could not say anything anyway. She felt quite unnecessary all of a sudden. Her legs went weak. Something was happening to her. The tingling between her thighs and in her tummy was so strangely pleasant that she thought she might swoon any moment. But the maid held her steady and rubbed the girl's `mimi' with more intent. Melanie watched Georgina's eyelids flutter like butterflies and her eyes become dreamy. Her head fell back and she became lax and vague. The maid scooped Georgina into her arms and carried her to the bed where she lay her down and turned up her frock and petticoats until they were around her waist. Then she removed the girl's drawers with swift deftness. Melanie leaned down to kiss Georgina between the legs and continued kissing and tonguing her there until the girl's plump and supine body stiffened and trembled under the maid's hands and gave way to the delicious, rippling spasm that overwhelmed her. The girl had never experienced anything quite so pleasurable in her life before. "There we are, Georgie" whispered Melanie, kissing her again. "I knew you'd like it." And then she replaced the girl's drawers and straightened her clothing and made her stand up. Georgina felt hot and dizzy, and wet between the legs where the maid had been kissing and licking her. In fact her legs were like soft rubber - as if at any moment they might give way under her. "Now you know where your real Punchinello is, don't you, Georgie-Porgy? So make sure you remember next time, because I will ask you to show me when you come here again. Now you'd better run along to your party. I think I remember seeing Mr Punch in the first floor bathroom. Have a look on your way down; you should find him on the window sill, waiting for you." The stupefied girl couldn't run; she tottered away without saying a word. She was in a daze. "Good luck with the show, Georgie... Come and see me tomorrow afternoon after I have finished the rooms. I have more secrets I want to share with you." But Georgina did not hear. She was already halfway along the landing, out of earshot, nearing the top of the stairs. (...to be continued in Part Two...)