Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2012 20:59:41 +0100 (CET)
From: Teresa Yam <trevor@maytum.fsnet.co.uk>
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'.