'Forty strokes, Henry', Julia had then commanded crisply, holding her left hand clamped down firmly over the nape of Cynthia's neck. Groaning at the sheer bliss of being so tightly ensconced in a bottom he had often eyed but had never seen unveiled before, Henry had commenced his duty, ramming his fiery shaft slowly back and forth within Cynthia's clinging orifice while Julia-beholding all with an expression of great calm- failed not to count each forward plunge as silently as he.

Well-rewarded for her silence upon the matter, the housemaid had thereafter attended frequently upon Cynthia's training. She took such a taste for it that within a month she had bedded with the two friends and become the object of their lascivious toyings. By then Cynthia had brought herself more willingly to all that Julia had taught her to suffer and enjoy, and had been so frequently spermed by all the subservient males of the household, that she could, as Julia of times said, have bathed her in the throbbing liquor, had been preserved.

Now from her musings of the past, Julia rose and smoothed her faultless coiffure. Astrid's cries still came from above, as she had expected. It was time for her first lesson.

CHAPTER 2

Astrid's experiences in the time that had passed since she had been carried upstairs had brought her almost to a point of dumbness. At home, her personal maid, Mary, frequently assisted her in her boudoir, lacing her corsets and such. Not infrequently Mary would dare to allow her warm palms to linger around the smooth silky globe of her young mistress's bottom, while adjusting the straps of Astrid's corsets to her stockings or smoothing out her drawers. Astrid suffered such touches, though they would sometimes cause her to flush and to stir her hips as the delicate fingertips assailed her naked cheeks, bringing curious longings to her mind.