Wild Child Ch. 02

As Lizzie lay in Lucy's arms, she felt utterly satisfied. It was not just that her body was humming with the aftermath of the pleasures it had felt, it was as though her very soul was where it was meant to be. She knew nothing about Lucy's background, or, indeed, about Lucy herself, but it did not matter; what mattered was the here and now - and Lucy herself.

She relaxed, feeling Lucy's fingers running through her tousled hair, and she listened, with a deep sense of satisfaction and gratitude to Lucy's words:

'You're so beautiful, Lizzie, I want you, I want you to be mine. Kiss my breasts, suck my nipples.'

Lizzie's mood shifted in line with the words. Sucking on Lucy's hard nipple, Lizzie felt a contentment the like of which she had never felt before. If she had been asked, she'd have said this was what she wanted to do for the whole day. Lucy's stroking of her hair sent shivers up and down her spine. She felt her own nipples harden and ache.

'Do you like this, Lizzie?'

'Like it, I love it, can I stay here all day?'

'I wish you could, but I suspect they will want you back home. What time did you agree to meet your maid?'

Lizzie came to her senses with a start. She suddenly realised that she had no idea what the time was.

'Oh, damn, I said to meet me here in a couple of hours.'

Lucy laughed.

'Well, she will have been waiting half an hour. Let me deal with it.'

Lizzie hardly cared. She just wanted to lie there. She watched Lucy throw a robe on and leave the room. A few minutes later, to Lizzie's surprise and horror, she returned with Agnes. Lizzie had supposed she'd be asked to wait, not taken to their room when she was still lying naked on the bed.

'I didn't want her to wait alone,' was all Lucy said.

Lizzie, tried to cover herself with a sheet.

'Oh, don't bother with that Lizzie,' Lucy replied, before turning to Agnes and saying: 'Did she keep you waiting long?'

'She did, Miss, but I am used to it.'

'I am sure you are, Agnes, but in my world, there are penalties for rudeness. Would you like to see your mistress spanked or whipped?'

Shivers ran through Lizzie. She wanted to say that she was there and ask why they were talking about her as though she was not; but something told her to hold her tongue.

'Oh, do I get to choose, then, Miss?' Agnes was grinning. She had long admired her Mistress's figure, and the idea that she might finally get to handle her was one which aroused her. She looked at Lucy who replied:

'You get to choose, and if you want her spanked, you can spank her.'

'In that case, Miss, I choose spanking for her.'

Lizzie felt as though she was in a daze. Had she really just heard Lucy tell her maid to spank her, and Agnes agree to it?

'Right, you sit down there on that chair. Lizzie, get yourself across her lap, and when you address her, you will call her "Miss," understand? And, Agnes, you will call her Lizzie, understand?'

The synchronicity of the two 'yes, Miss' replies amused Lucy.

'Right, Lizzie, get yourself across my lap.'

'Yes, Miss Agnes, at once, Miss Agnes.'

'Good girl.' Agnes grinned at Lucy.

The spectacle of her Mistress's naked bum across her lap made her feel as tingly between the thighs as Will's kisses had made her only an hour earlier; it was a feeling she liked. She ran her hands over her Mistress's globes before beginning to spank them, tentatively at first, but then with more confidence - and force.

Lizzie squirmed with embarrassment as she placed herself across her maid's lap. Of course, Agnes had seen her naked before, but never in such a humiliating position. The first two spanks surprised her, but there was no force in them, and it was more as though her arse was being tapped. But as the force increased, Lizzie began to feel the pain. She gritted her teeth, but still the spanks rained down on her defenceless arse, and she gave in!

"Owww! Owwww! Sorry Miss Agnes, I am sorry, I won't do it again!'

Then her feelings changed. The pain in her arse somehow transmuted into pleasure between her thighs. She found herself pressing her mound against Agnes's thigh.

'Feel between her thighs, Agnes.'

As Agnes was feeling aroused herself, she needed no second telling. She gasped.

'She's soaking wet, Miss! Does that mean she is enjoying herself?'

'Such a slut, isn't she? Do you like girls, Agnes?'

'I never thought about it much Miss, but I have always enjoyed looking at her ladyship.'

'Are you getting aroused?'

'Yes, Miss, I am afraid I was already a bit naughty.'

'Don't stop spanking her. What did you do?'

'I let my young man touch my boobies, Miss.'

'But not your cunt?'

'Oh no, Miss, never!"

'Lizzie, get off her lap and get under her skirts, NOW!'

Lizzie scrambled to her knees and did as she was told. Agnes, who was wearing no drawers, was soaking. Her hairy cunt smelt of pee and her arousal, but Lizzie was so aroused herself that she pushed her face into the mess and began to lick, using her hands to pull her cunt lips apart.

Shocked, Agnes looked at Lucy and began to whimper.

'Oh fuck, fuck, Miss, this is so... oh fuck yes, yes!'

Lucy grinned, coming over to Agnes and kissing her.

Caught between Lucy's tongue pushing into her mouth, and Lizzie's pushing into her cunt, and already being aroused, Agnes could not hold back, and pressing herself onto Lizzie's face, she climaxed sucking on Lucy's tongue.

Under the skirt, Lizzie could feel the convulsions, and the amount of juice coating her face told its own story. Her arse felt sore, and not wanting to give any more cause for a spanking, she stayed under the skirt, lapping the juices off her maid's thighs.

'You can come out from under there, Lizzie.'

Blinking in the light, she looked up at Lucy.

'You were a good girl. From the redness of your face, she clearly rubbed hard against you. That means two sets of red cheeks for you, girl.'

'Yes, Miss,' Lizzie stammered.

'Stand over there, in the corner, hands on your head - I want to see your red arse.'

Still in a daze, Lizzie did as she was told.

'Well, Agnes, you did a good job there, look at that red arse.'

'Thank you, Miss. Lizzie did a great job on me.'

'You liked it?'

'I loved it, Miss Lucy.'

'Good, well anytime you need that, Lizzie will give it you, won't you, your ladyship?'

'Yes Miss Lucy, I will lick Miss Agnes's pussy whenever she wants me to.'

'How wet are you, Lizzie? Agnes, check her out.'

As Agnes's fingers pushed into her sopping wet cunt, Lizzie's knees almost gave way.

'She's soaking and gooey and hot, Miss.'

'Right, Lizzie, show us how you make yourself cum.'

In her heightened state of arousal, Lizzie was beyond shame. She needed to cum, and if that meant doing it in front of Lucy and her maid, so be it.

She turned, and kneeling, she began to finger herself vigorously, her hand almost a blur. Agnes looked at Lucy.

'Can I, too?"

'You may.'

Agnes put her hand under her skirts and began to rub herself.

As Lucy watched, she was well satisfied with the results of her afternoon, and she grinned to herself as that word came into her mind at just the moment Mistress and Maid came. Now that, she thought, was something she could get used to.

Lucy waited for the two women to calm down. As she did so, Lizzie felt a huge flush of shame. What had she done? Her maid had spanked her, seen her masturbate and made her eat her out. But even as shame flooded her consciousness, she was aware that it was accompanied by sexual arousal. Not only had she enjoyed it, but she also craved more of it. Yes, for sure, there was the little question of how this would this affect her relationship with Agnes, who was, after all, only her maid; and then there was the bigger question; how would this affect her relationship with Lucy? What if Lucy had just wanted to use her and did not want anything more from her? The very idea made her freeze.

'I think you ought to help her ladyship back into her clothes, Agnes, don't you?'

Recovered from her second orgasm of the afternoon, Agnes grinned at Lucy.

'At once Miss. Let me help your ladyship.'

As Agnes helped her dress, Lizzie pondered how to raise the issues in her mind, but she was put out of her puzzlement by Lucy.

'This is not a one-off, Lizzie. I want to see more of you. I am guessing you can only get into town on Saturdays?'

'Yes, Miss Lucy.'

'Saturdays it is, for now! Agnes, be a good girl and get the coachman, I put some money behind the bar for him.'

'Yes Miss, thank you Miss!'

And with that, the maid was gone.

'Lizzie, I did what I just did because I thought you'd like it. Now is the time to tell me you didn't, or, indeed, to tell me that while this has been fun, you want to end it. I will take no offence.'

Lizzie's response was to throw herself into Lucy's arms and kiss her with passion. When the kissing had stopped, Lucy looked into her eyes:

'I take that as confirmation you enjoyed it and want more?'

'It's more than that, Lucy, I think I love you.'

'That's a big word, Lizzie, and I will let it pass given the excitement of the afternoon. But I will say that I want more of you. Now, remember, in private, you must let Agnes have her way, as that is what I want.'

'Yes, Miss Lucy, I will, but oh, oh Lucy, it's you I want.'

'I know, my darling, and it is me you will be having. It gives me a thrill to think of you submitting to your maid because I told you to. But for now, off you go!'

As Lizzie descended the stairs into the parlour of the inn, she imagined every eye was on her. She felt naked and ashamed but aroused at the same time. Calming herself, she found Agnes and the coachman and instructed him to take them back to the Manor.

In the coach, Lizzie looked at Agnes, who smiled back.

'I understand my place, your ladyship, and if you wish to resume our old relationship, I would be fine. Do you want a cushion for your bum?'

Lizzie blushed.

'It would be more comfortable; you really did make me sore there.'

'But' she grinned, 'you'd like more of it?'

Blushing, Lizzie admitted she would, indeed, like more.

Somewhat to her amazement, neither Mama nor Papa, seemed to notice any change in her.

'Did you find anything suitable for London, my dear?' had been Mama's only question, and when Lizzie bemoaned the state of the milliners in Tiverton, she had agreed, adding, 'we shall go to town early and see what we can do.'

'Thank you, Mama, although some of the shops said that new stock was coming in, so it would be worth my while going back next week.'

'As you wish my dear,' Mama had said, before kissing her on the cheek. Papa, of course, knowing what was wise for him, went along with Mama's wishes.

Although she knew she should be concentrating on the coming "season," and the possibility of finding a suitable beau, Lizzie found herself unable to concentrate on anything other than what had happened with Lucy. It was as though some veil had been pulled away, or some vast storeroom of erotic possibilities had been opened. Part of her wanted to plunge in and explore, but she was painfully conscious of her own limitations. The urge to pleasure herself was matched only by her frustration in not knowing how to do so. Lucy had stirred up such deep emotions, but without her, Lizzie had no outlet for them - or so she thought.

By Sunday evening, Lizzie was feeling frustrated. Her mind kept going back to the previous afternoon, and every time it did, she found herself wanting to go to her room and play with herself. At church that morning she had not been able to concentrate, and during dinner, even her indulgent Mama had asked if she was feeling ill.

'You seem pale and distracted darling.'

'Can I go to my room to rest Mama?'

'Good idea. Get Agnes to bring you a drink.'

Lizzie went to her room. She knew what she wanted to do, but thought she'd better wait until Agnes had been and gone.

Agnes came in with a carafe of water and a glass.

'You need help, your ladyship.'

There was a tone in her voice which reminded Lizzie of the previous afternoon; it did nothing to calm the tensions growing within her. She just wanted Agnes to go so that she could see to her own needs.

'I am alright, Agnes.'

'No, Lizzie, you misunderstand me. You need help. I am going to undress you as Miss Lucy would, were she here. Do you understand?'

Shivers rose through her body. It was so evocative of the previous day that Lizzie could imagine herself back there. She turned so Agnes could undress her. As she stood there, naked in front of her maid, she felt herself blush. Her nipples were hard, and there was a tell-tale wetness between her thighs.

'Let me look at you, Lizzie.'

Lizzie turned to look at her fully clothed maid.

'Your titties are not big, Lizzie. I think men prefer mine, shall we compare?'

'Yes, Miss Agnes,' Lizzie said, falling at once into the mode of speech she knew Lucy would have wanted.

'Well, girl, help me undress.'

Lizzie helped Agnes out of her clothes as though she was her maid. As she admired Agnes's breasts, she had to admit that hers were smaller.

'What do you think?'

'Yours are bigger, Miss Agnes.'

Lizzie thought her twin peaks were simply gorgeous. There was a slight sag, her nipples were hard and crinkled. She wanted to suck them. But Agnes had other ideas.

'Bend over for me.'

So intense were the sexual feelings washing over Lizzie that they submerged every other consideration. She was no longer an aristocratic woman with a maid, she was a horny girl with a woman who was going to tell her what to do. She wanted that training of which Lucy had spoken.

'Hands on the chest of drawers your ladyship.'

The deliberate use of her title in this context sent waves of erotic pleasure shooting from her clit to her nipples; her whole body felt on fire with lust.

'All the signs of your spanking are gone, Lizzie. Perhaps next time we need to cane you?'

'Yes, Miss Agnes,' Lizzie almost moaned as she uttered the words. When four hard spanks followed and her cheeks began to sting, she did moan, and by the sixth strike, she was whimpering.

'On your knees and between my legs, now!'

As Lizzie crawled between her thighs, she felt a sense of calm and comfort. Her nose brushed against her fur. She felt hands patting her head.

'How does that feel Lady Lizzie? You seem to like it.'

"Oh, Miss Agnes, I do, I do, it feels so good here.'

'You want to sniff me little bitch?'

The thought of being her bitch made the mess between her legs ache.

"Oh, oh, Miss Agnes, yes, yes please, may I?"

'Does that make you the hon. lady Bitch?'

Lizzie felt light-headed; a shudder passed through her at Agnes's words as she felt herself transported to a new reality. The patting of her head seemed to seal her fate; she was Agnes's bitch.

'Yes, yes, it does, oh Miss Agnes, may I lick your quim?"

'Is Lady Lizzie begging to lick her maid's quim?'

A whimper escaped her lips as Lizzie moaned at the very thought.

"Oh, oh Miss, yes, yes I am. May I?'

'You may - if you confess to being my little bitch.'

Lizzie felt light-headed and a shudder passed through her whole body.

"I am, I am Miss Agnes, I am your little bitch.'

'Lick me bitch!'

Lizzie pulled her lips open and applied the tip of her tongue to where she would have touched her own quim. From the shudder that passed through Agnes, and from her subsequent moans, she knew she was in the right place. She felt Agnes shudder.

Engulfed by her wetness, Lizzie could smell her quim goo, but also other things, and they all made her wild with desire. Her tongue swirled around Agnes's stiff button, and Lizzie licked where Agnes made the most noise. Agnes's hands were pressing her head into her wetness. Lizzie felt as though simultaneously she was doing what she wanted but also what Agnes needed. She wanted that. She suddenly wanted to be made to do what it was she knew Agnes needed.

'Oh fuck, the hon. Bitch is such a good cunt-licker. You are mine now, my little bitch, oh fuck, your ladyship, I love this! Oh, fuck, yes, oh please, yes, just there!'

Lizzie pulse sucked on Agnes's button as her maid gripped her head and pulled her tight. After a few minutes Agnes exploded in her face, squirting her with her wetness. Lizzie felt light-headed. All she wanted was for Agnes to cum, her own desires, once urgent, faded away in the shadow of the desire to please. But as Agnes continued to shudder and spasm. Lizzie's own needs once more came to the fore.

'That was so fucking good your ladyship. Now what about you?'

'I feel so needy, Miss Agnes.'

'You're a randy little bitch, aren't you? What are you?'

'A randy little bitch, Miss Agnes.'

'Let me taste you then. Lie back on the bed.'

As Lizzie lay back, Agnes manoeuvred so that her thighs were across her shoulders, giving her full access to her wetness. As Agnes sucked and licked, Lizzie's hands went to her tits, pulling and twisting her nipples. Time and again, Agnes brought her close to climaxing and then stopped. Lizzie was frantic with desire, not least when Agnes stopped.

To Lizzie's surprise, Agnes straddled her face, lowering her quim onto her face, before applying her tongue to Lizzie's quim. Engulfed in Agnes's scent, enraptured by her swirling tongue, delighting in her taste, Lizzie felt as though she was on another plane of existence. Then it happened. Even as Agnes spent her juices onto Lizzie's face, so did Lizzie squirt onto Agnes. They rocked together, locked into a mutual orgasm of such intensity that time stood still, and consciousness was heightened to such an extent that they both shuddered for minutes without end.

It was only when their breathing had returned to normal that Agnes climbed off her mistress.

'I hope that was what you needed, your ladyship?'

Still dazed, all Lizzie could do was to agree.

'Will you hold me?'

'Gladly, your ladyship - you are delicious.'

Lizzie snuggled up with Agnes. How, she thought, could her Mama want her to marry a man after this? Then she giggled to herself, thinking that, of course, her Mama knew nothing about this. More urgently, she wondered how she could get through to next Saturday and her next rendezvous with Lucy.