Pleasuring Freddie

Miss Downing forbade me to come down to lunch after she had beaten me. Instead I was served a cold collation in my room. In one way I was thankful, for it meant that I could eat standing up rather than have to sit in discomfort at the dining table. She also told me that I was to remain in my room for the rest of the day.

“You wanted some extra time in bed Lucinda,” she said nastily, “You will have all afternoon.”

It was a lovely day outside and I had hoped that Freddie might be around so I was very downhearted to be confined to my room. Once Alice had cleared the lunch things away I lay, face-down, on the bed and thought dark thoughts about Miss Downing. If only our roles could be reversed, I would love to take my revenge and punish her as she punishes me. She wouldn’t be so keen on wielding the cane if she knew what it felt like herself. Maybe I could get her into trouble with Sir George and he would deal with her – wouldn’t that be amusing?

I must have been lying there for about an hour when I heard a soft knock on the door. My heart leapt – it could be only one person!

“Enter,” I called out.

“Hello cousin,” Freddie smiled as he came in and closed the door behind him. “I thought I might find you here. I went up to the schoolroom after lunch but it was deserted.”

My tummy turned over when I remembered the words that Miss Downing had made me write out on the blackboard; 'I am a filthy little girl and must learn to resist the temptation to abuse myself.' What if Freddie had seen it?

“Was… was there anything written on the blackboard?” I asked anxiously.

Freddie grinned and nodded his head. I felt my cheeks burn with shame.

“Did she catch you at it?” he asked.

I nodded, looking away from him, mortally embarrassed. He came and sat on the bed beside me and stroked my hair.

“Do not fret dear Lucy, I do not think you are a filthy little girl. I think you are a wonderful young woman and that Miss Downing is simply jealous of how beautiful you are. She probably has no romantic feelings in her and can’t understand any girl who does.”

I felt my spirits soar! Freddie had grasped the situation perfectly.

“Did she punish you severely?” he asked, sympathetically.

“Very severely,” I confirmed, “the strap across each hand and then the cane across my bottom.”

He took my hand in his and made me open my palm. My hand was still a little red but, truth be told, was not as sore as my bottom. He kissed my hand, his lips gentle on my palm. Then he took the other hand and kissed that too. It felt lovely, he was so kind and tender. He placed his hand on the side of my face and drew me towards him. We kissed as we had done before, open mouthed, intimate.

“Now show me the damage,” he said softly as we broke apart.

I rolled over on to my tummy and lifted my skirts, bunching them into the small of my back. I reached to undo the ties at the waistband of my knickers but he forestalled me.

“Let me,” he said softly.

I lay there and let him bare me. He undid my knickers and eased them down my thighs.

“Oh my,” he exclaimed, “She has been vicious hasn’t she? That’s quite a caning that you’ve taken little cousin.”

He placed his hand, very gently on my bottom, even so it made me wince a little.

“I can see each and every cane stripe,” he said, “I wonder if I can tell how many she gave you?”

Using his fingertip, he began to count off the strokes, giving each sore stripe a gentle caress. It made me tremble, a mixture of pain and excitement. It hurt where he touched me but it was lovely to have his hands on me again.

“Eighteen strokes at the very least,” he said.

“Twenty-four,” I told him, “And she didn’t hold back.”

“No, she’s laid them on pretty tight. My poor little darling, she is so mean to you.”

“Yes she’s a nasty old witch!” I said.

He chuckled. “And all because you were giving yourself a little pleasure.”

“I’m ashamed of that,” I said softly.

“No need to be. There are many times when I’ve had to resort to it myself. Especially when I’ve lain awake at night thinking of you.”

I turned my head and looked at him wide-eyed. “Don’t you think it’s very wrong?” I asked him.

“Not wrong at all. I only wish I didn’t have to do it myself, but had a lovely girl like you to do it for me.”

For the first time I noticed that the front of his trousers was tented. It was very clear that he was as aroused as I was. It made me giggle to think about his manhood straining under the tweed suiting!

“Shall I?” I asked, both excited and scared at the thought.

He nodded, his eyes gleaming. I shuffled around on the bed, still on my tummy, my dress still bunched up at the back, my bare bottom still on rude display. Tentatively I reached out and found his fly. My fingers fumbled with the buttons and it took me a few moments to undo them. And then there it was, his erect manhood, released from the imprisoning material. I stared. I mean I had seen a stallion cover a mare but had never seen a man’s glory before. I wasn’t quite sure what to do. He saw me hesitate and gently took my hand. He guided my fingers into place around his shaft. I began to rub, slowly at first and then faster as I saw the reaction written across his face. It took no more than five minutes for me to bring him off into the handkerchief he swiftly offered me as his moment drew near.

“So now you’ve learned another lesson in love dear Lucy,” he smiled.

I was very pink-cheeked and excited. Amazed at my power to arouse him and my new-found ability to pleasure him. He sat on the bed beside me.

“Lay across my lap Lucy, and I will return the compliment. I suspect that lying on your back is rather uncomfortable right now.”

He was right, even though I was desperately aroused, it did not take away the fact that my poor bottom still throbbed with pain. I lay face down across his knees and parted my legs to allow him to touch me. With one hand in the small of my back and the other stroking my special place he did for me what I had been trying to do for myself that morning. And he was right about another thing too. It’s so much nicer when someone does it for you!