Date: Mon, 13 Feb 2012 23:49:43 +0100 (CET)
From: Teresa Yam <trevor@maytum.fsnet.co.uk>
Subject: PUNCHINELLO (Part Two)    Cat: Adult/Youth/Lesbian/Authoritarian

PUNCHINELLO (Part Two)

The next day, late afternoon, wearing a simple white cotton smock, Georgina
again went to see the maid. She wanted to know what it was the maid had
done to her to make her feel so nice and floaty the day before. It had been
so enjoyable she wanted to know more about this mysterious magic that the
maid had used on her.

She tapped on the door three times as instructed by Melanie so that she
would know who it was.

"Come in," said the voice inside.

Georgina opened the door and immediately received a shock. She gasped and
put her hands up to her mouth.

Melanie was sitting on the edge of the bed in her white chemise. She had
already unfastened the stays of her drawers and pulled them down. They lay
neatly folded beside her. Georgina saw the soft white belly and the thick
nest of black hair between her legs.

"Oh Melanie..! What on earth are you doing?"

"What's the matter, Georgie? Have you not seen a real `mimi' before?"

"No, I-I..."

"What? Have you never seen your sisters' or your mama's? Not even in the
bath?"

"No..."

"Really? Oh well, there's no need to be frightened of it. It's not
harmful. Close the door and lock it and then come here... I want to teach
you something."

Georgina closed the door and locked it. Then edged towards where Melanie
was now reclining on the bed. She stopped when she was about a yard away,
her hands still over her mouth.

"Stand there and pay attention," said Melanie.

Melanie flopped back and assumed a languid pose - one leg stretched flat,
the other bent at the knee. Georgina had never seen anything like it
before, not even with her older sisters or their mother. The hair between
the maid's legs was black and luxuriant. Georgina did not have hair
yet. Did all girls get hair, she wondered?

Melanie's hair had become slightly parted, showing a pink vertical line
in-between, making two halves, The pink line glittered with wetness.

Georgina felt sick and a not a little giddy. Her tummy did a little
flip-flop inside. She watched the woman finger herself, and the woman in
turn watched the girl, trying to gauge her thoughts for she did not wish to
alarm her unduly. It was a delicate situation.

Georgina stood trembling, biting her nails, not knowing whether to stay or
go. Melanie smiled, cunning and calculating. There was a strange light in
the woman's eyes. She played distractedly with herself, sometimes tugging
at the hairs around her sex, sometimes pulling back the fleshy folds to
expose more of the succulent pink fruit. All the time she watched the girl
like a hawk eying its prey. The maid's eyes never left the object of her
fantasy. Now the pink line had become a wide open slash of bright
vermillion, wet and oozy.

Georgina looked horror-struck. "You are split open" How did it happen?"

Melanie laughed, almost mockingly. "Silly girl, it is only my `mimi',
opening her mouth. Goodness, what a fuss! A woman's `mimi' is the epicentre
of all pleasure. It is a gift from God."

And she began masturbating her clitoris while the child stared breathless
and aghast at the spectacle.

"Why don't you take your smock off and join me, young lady? It's very nice
to do this to yourself. Do you have any drawers on?"

"Yes."

"Take them off."

Melanie pointed to her clitoris -- an inflamed morsel of shiny flesh, erect
and lewd.

"If you don't, I will make you suck this thing here... suck it like a stick
of barley sugar!"

(...continued in Part Three...)