Extract from Conceit and Consequence

‘You will come to learn, Lydia, that an important difference exists between one’s public behaviour and one’s private. Naturally it would be unthinkable for such a game as this to be public knowledge, and yet among the three of us is no more than an intimate and amusing diversion. Now…’

Lydia was left gaping as Lucy gave a thoughtful tug at her chin, then burst out laughing.

‘I have it! You must kiss Augusta’s quim, or Hippolyta’s!’

‘Kiss their… their… my… my own sister, or… or your maid!’ Lydia answered in horror.

Lucy clapped her hands in delight as she replied.

‘You see how clever my game is? Now you must choose between two dreadful improprieties, but which is the lesser, that is the question!’

‘No!’ Lydia answered. ‘Never! Do what you will with me, if you must, but I will not submit to such impropriety, not willingly!’

‘Come,’ Lucy insisted, ‘make your choice, I long to see!’

‘No!’

‘Lydia, do not spoil our sport!’

‘Sport! You are a witch, Lucy Truscott, a mad witch, to suggest such impropriety, such cruelty, such…’

‘Nonsense, dear cousin, it is but a game. Now come, make your choice.’

‘Absolutely not!’

‘Oh, spank her, Hippolyta, I am done with her bleating.’

Hippolyta began to rise, grinning, but Lydia threw herself into the water, striking out for the nearest shore.

‘Catch her, and spank her well!’ Lucy ordered, her voice now angry, but Hippolyta was already in the water, swimming out after Lydia.

There was never a moment’s doubt who would reach the bank first.. Hippolyta was far the better swimmer, and had reached the pulled herself out onto the grass while Lydia was still in the deep part of the pool. Hippolyta stood, her hands on her hips, her brown skin glistening wet, her full chest heaving. Lydia stopped, treading water as she looked first at Lucy and then at Hippolyta.

‘Be kind, Lucy, dearest,’ Augusta spoke suddenly. ‘Leave poor Lydia, and if you feel you must give a spanking, then spank me instead, but yourself, not Hippolyta.’

‘No,’ Lucy answered with a stamp of her foot. ‘I will not be flouted. Lydia, you are to be spanked, and spanked by Hippolyta, whether it is now, or after some time when you can no longer bear the cold of the water.’

Lydia turned her an angry glare.

‘Come out,’ Lucy ordered, ‘or I will have her pick a birch wand and you shall have a proper thrashing!’

‘You wouldn’t dare! I shall tell Mama!’

‘And what then!’ Lucy laughed. ‘She would come to know I had you whipped, and Uncle Stephen also, and so my father, and my mother, others too, perhaps. Your father is a man of stern principle, Lydia, he might even bring the matter to the bench. Everyone would look on you as the girl who was whipped by a maid!’

‘More likely you would be whipped yourself!’ Lydia stormed. ‘And stupid Hippolyta dismissed!’

‘I am never beaten, not ever,’ Lucy answered, ‘and Hippolyta will never be dismissed. ‘Now you see how my little game mimics life. Make your choice, a playful spanking or the full consequences…’

She broke off, clapping delightedly as Lydia began to swim for the shore, directly towards the waiting Hippolyta, then calling out.

‘Spank her well, Hippolyta, across your knees on that rock, but wait, I am coming over.’

As Hippolyta went to sit on the boulder Lucy had pointed to Lydia had reached the shore. Lucy waited, biting her lip in delicious pleasure as she watched her cousin climb out and walk to the maid with her face set in utter consternation, which grew stronger still as she was taken by the arm and laid down across the coloured girl’s lap, bottom up in traditional spanking pose. Only then did Lucy slip into the water, swimming quickly across as Hippolyta waited to begin the punishment. Augusta followed.

Reaching the bank, Lucy climbed out, hugging herself against the cold as she stepped close to where Hippolyta was holding Lydia ready for spanking. It was a fine sight, with Lydia’s wet curls hanging around her sulky face and drips of water on her nipples, which were hard. Behind, her knees were firmly together, but the rear of her quim could still be seen, with a split fig of furry flesh peeping out from between her thighs.

‘How wonderful you look, Lydia!’ Lucy chuckled. ‘I declare that the pose suits you, to perfection. We must do this often, perhaps the three of you, one after another. Would that not be fun?’

Lydia shook her head in miserable denial, then gave a gasp as Hippolyta’s hand settled on her bottom.

‘A moment,’ Lucy instructed, ‘before you begin, let her consider her position, held naked across a maid’s knee, about to have her sit-upon spanked for her wilfulness. Think upon it, Lydia, as you are punished, think how your pain and indignity might have been avoided by a simple kiss to your sister’s quim.’

Lydia made a sudden, angry noise, but said nothing.

‘Spank her,’ Lucy ordered, Hippolyta tightened her grip around her victim’s waist and it had begun.

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