Date: Fri, 10 Feb 2012 20:25:16 +0100 (CET)
From: Teresa Yam <trevor@maytum.fsnet.co.uk>
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...)