Lecturing Laura Ch. 03

Chapter Three

Laura's mind was cloaked in a swirling cloud of darkness as she stepped out of the house an hour later accompanied by the tall, distinguished figure of the professor. She was once again dressed decently... at least outwardly as she had her gown on but underneath she had been instructed to leave her drawers and chemise off and it was amazing how vulnerable this made her feel, knowing that she had only one layer of clothing protecting her modesty. She shivered slightly as she was helped up into the waiting hansom cab by the professor who placed her hand on her buttocks and squeezed and she flushed as she remembered the feeling of his thick cock sliding deep into her fundament. He slid up onto the seat beside her after giving the cabman her address and then the door was slammed shut and the horse slowly started to pull the cab along once the cabbie had cracked his long whip.

Laura could feel the insidious presence of the professor's cream roiling in her bowels and she had to keep her cheeks tightly clenched together to prevent an accident as the uneasy motion of the cab sent her rocking back and forth slightly. Her flush deepened as the professor told her to lift the skirt of her gown and she wriggled around on the seat until she complied, baring her slim calves and then her thighs and feeling the soft leather against her well spanked bottom cheeks. Then she was ordered to rise and she did so reluctantly, easing herself forward until the top of her head was against the low cab roof while his hands stroked her exposed flesh and he shifted his position until he was right behind her. The small windows either side now seemed to be the size of the Crystal Palace as she worried about onlookers viewing her through the thin panes while his fingers teased her quim lips, stroking and slipping along their pinkness, teasing the soft downy hairs that curled around the edge and occasionally pulling one sharply to make her wince in pain. One finger slid into her wet pussy and she sighed with pleasure and delight at the feeling as it eased back and forth in time to the movement of the carriage and then her heart almost stilled as another finger pressed into her bottom hole and slipped easily inside, lubricated by the oily sperm inside. Excitement vied with embarrassment and shame as she felt herself open further and further with every lurch of the cab as it swung around the busy streets, gaslights shining brightly in the gloom until they reached her digs and it slowed to a stop and she was released from the exquisite torment.

It did not take long to gather her meagre collection of belongings and the professor and the cabbie carted her bags down the stairs and placed them into the back of the hansom and then they were off again, heading back to her new home and her mind whirled with the possibilities even as she was ordered once more to crouch up and display herself for her new master's delectation. Abruptly, his hands grasped her hips and she was encouraged to lower herself down and then her breath caught in her throat as she felt his massive knob press against her tight anal ring once again. It was still sore there from the first time just an hour and a half before and so she squirmed and squealed as he inexorably pulled her down onto him and his glans began to slide into her rectum. He moved his hands to her lap and just waited for gravity to take its course as her thigh muscles weakened and the constant jolting of the carriage sent her bobbing up and down on his cockhead, sending the most delightful frissons of pleasure through his senses. Laura felt him slide further and further up into her and then the back of her thighs was resting on his lap and she was totally filled with him as they bounced along the cobbled streets. It was teasing and tormenting, tantalising her senses with the constant tiny motions of his cock in and out of her tightness and she felt herself slip away into a land of deep darkness as pleasure overwhelmed her and she gasped out in delight as ripples of ecstasy rolled through her body and her anal tube clenched and spasmed around his filling length.

He barked a sharp order at her after she came and she felt her face flush like a beetroot as she tried to comprehend the instructions as her mind filled with dark degradation. She unseated herself and shed a solitary tear at the soreness as she slipped off his cock and then turned and knelt in the cramped compartment and watched his shaft sway gracefully with the movement of the cab as they swung around a corner.

"You have until we turn into my street to succeed, Laura, and if you fail then I am going to take my cane and deal with your bottom very severely. Do you understand?"

She nodded and then bent to her task, swallowing her instinctive revulsion as she sucked in his slimed cockhead for the very first time, knowing that it had just been snugly ensconced in her bottom. The very idea of taking a man's tool in her mouth was anathema to a well-brought up young lady like herself but she found the biting sting of the shamefulness sweeping through her strangely exciting as she tasted him, licking and slurping the swollen tip and feeling it throb beneath her tongue. She was conscious of the time passing as she tried to bring him to his peak and her bottom seemed to sting in anticipation as the minutes flowed by and she was not successful.

The professor looked down at her bobbing head, dark hair shining slightly in the gaslights they swept past, and smiled at her efforts. Her tongue and lips were exciting him skilfully already but he controlled his desire as he considered the enjoyment that using his favourite Malacca cane would bring, etching a fine tracery of scarlet across her tender behind. He recognised the landmarks and knew that she only had a couple of minutes to succeed and he encouraged her to try harder by pumping his thickness further into her delicate mouth, teasing the back of her throat with his glans as slippery precome oozed out of his slit. The cab turned the final corner sharply and the street sign passed by and then he allowed himself to erupt, fountaining his thick gobbets of come into her waiting warmth while he clutched her hair and drove her face further down onto his length. Laura felt as if her world was exploding as the cream splattered into her mouth, almost choking her with its richness as he pressed her down sharply, grinding her face into his belly so that she could inhale the odour of his masculinity while she desperately tried to breathe. He pulled her head back sharply using her hair and she squealed at the unexpected pain while he gazed down at the beautiful creamy complexion of her face and the full red lips now marred by white semen stains while her soft green eyes were clouded with tears.

The cab ground to a halt with a sudden judder and the driver jumped down and came round to pull down the steps before he opened the door. During those few seconds, Laura desperately tried to make herself look presentable, smoothing the skirt of her gown down and wiping the staining cream of the professor from her lips then she exited the cab, treading lightly down the steps and trying to avoid the cabbie's gaze due to her intense embarrassment. She walked as steadily as she could towards the house while the men carried her baggage and the tall black door opened as if by magic and she entered in, conscious of the butler's lurking presence, while the seed in her bottom hole continued to slide and slither down her tight tube and try and squirt out. The door shut loudly behind her and she turned sharply to find the professor regarding her steadily, a slight smile creasing his mouth.

"Not quite fast enough, girl, with your mouth so before bedtime I will be using the cane on your derriere. Go up now and prepare by undressing and washing thoroughly then bend over your bed and lift your nightdress up to bare your bottom for me. Understand?"

Laura nodded, unable to get the words through the thick fear that cloaked her throat then she reeled back as the professor slapped her sharply round the face.

"A proper answer is required, girl, or I will be doubling your punishment."

"Yes, sir," she forced out and with a heavy heart she began to climb the staircase, hand holding onto the polished mahogany banister to help her terrified legs. When she reached halfway up, the professor suddenly barked at her to stop and she did so reluctantly and then hung her head in shame as he instructed her to raise her gown up to waist level and then carry on. Conscious that he and the butler could see the undulations of her pert bottom, Laura flushed scarlet as she continued up the stairs and then reached the landing and walked to her room.

She spent a few minutes lying on the comfortable four-poster bed and sobbing with the shame and degradation that flowed through her soul at what she had experienced that day and yet she also felt elated and joyous at the satisfaction she had received from being made to serve and worship her new master and mistress. Fear still flooded through her though at the thought of the cane and she shivered as she undressed and then washed herself with hot water from the ewer, paying particular attention to her buggered bottom hole, before she donned her cambric nightdress and readied herself for her master's visit, bending over the side of the bed, raising her nightdress and revealing the pale globes of her arse to whoever entered the room. Her head fell forward onto the bedspread and she closed her eyes as the minutes ticked by, counted inexorably down by the mantel clock until at last she heard footsteps and she tensed herself in readiness to meet the challenge of the cane.

The door creaked open and she tentatively looked back over her shoulder and then blanched as she saw the butler enter followed by the two maids and the cook and then finally the professor and his wife. Her thighs trembled and tears streamed from her sea-green eyes as the ultimate shame of having an audience to her caning was inflicted upon her. She tried unsuccessfully to stifle the sobs that shook her slim body as she felt the eyes of the servants fasten upon her bare bottom and the luscious split fig of her labia that peeped ashamedly out from between her spread thighs. Uncontrollable shudders rippled through her and made her buttocks wobble delightfully as the professor held up the yellowing rod of the Malacca cane and laid it against her flesh, touching it so lightly and gently that for a moment she hoped that he had only been teasing her and that he would tell her to rise.

It was not to be however and her heart sank as he instructed her to count the strokes clearly, explaining that if she missed one he would add another two to remind her to be more careful in future. Fear flickered through her like fire, reddening her mind as the fearsome cane was raised and then she heard the subtle sound of the air being displaced and then she felt as if her body had been split in half as the pain raced into her. A howl of agony was torn from her throat and half muffled by the bedspread and she half-rose from her uncomfortable bent over position then caught herself in time and stayed down, just remembering to call out the number as the sting began to recede slightly. The second stroke skimmed across her bottom cheeks and once again she squealed at the sharp sting that suffused her soul, wriggling her hips in a vain attempt to ameliorate the agony. Somehow, she stuttered out the number into the still air and her shame increased as she remembered the audience and the abasing sight that she must be providing as her arse writhed and her thighs trembled.

Amelia looked down at the white cheeks and the two parallel red weals that scored the perfect flesh and she longed to feel the heat under her fingers or kiss it with her soft lips and taste the fear in the flesh but a sharp glance from her husband as she shifted slightly dissuaded her from any such foolish action as she feared the application of the cane to her own posterior. She shivered slightly as she remembered her own initiation to the stinging delights of the rod when her husband had given her six on their honeymoon and how her screams had been muffled by her own drawers wedged tightly into her pretty mouth. Then she had experienced her first ever cock sliding deep into her anal tube and she had bucked and cried out as he had shown her who exactly was going to be in charge as he had ridden her hard and fast until his seed had spurted deep within her rectum.

Another stroke whipped across the girl's sweet bottom and the professor surveyed his handiwork critically and decided that the marks left were beautifully straight before he brought the fourth stroke swishing down across the juncture of buttock and thigh and Laura's yowls increased in pitch and volume at the sublime stinging agony that excoriated her body. Her hands strayed back to shield her cheeks and he sighed and motioned to Amelia who lifted her skirt and untied her garter then rolled down a silk stocking and handed it to him. He stepped forward and bound Laura's wrists tightly while he told her that she would be getting an extra stroke for her disobedience and he allowed his hands to stray onto her bottom and examine the red tracery of weals that decorated it so fearfully. He could feel the tension in her as his palms caressed her rounded globes and then he squeezed each welt in turn and felt her shudder as fresh pain flared inside her before he stepped back, picked up the cane once more and dealt her a fifth stroke that was harder than the previous four.

Laura tried to control the red tide of pain that was flowing through her as she stuttered out the next number through her sobs and screams and then came two more strokes of the hard rod before it was finally laid down as she felt the hot tears drip from her eyes and stain the bedcovers. Relief bounded through her as she heard the Malacca clatter to the ground and then she heard the door open and breathed a sigh of relief as she realised that the servants were exiting the room and that at least her shame would now only be witnessed by her master and mistress.

"Right, Simmons," commented the professor calmly, "Amelia will be delighted to help you cool down the girl's bottom cheeks with some of your special cream, I believe!"

Laura stiffened as she realised that the butler was still there and her heart beat faster as she wondered just exactly what the professor meant but she did not dare to turn her head to find out so she was oblivious to the look of resignation on his wife's face as she fumbled open the butler's fly buttons then bent down and slipped her soft lips around the servant's hardening cock.

Amelia sighed around the cock that filled her mouth as she saw her husband looking down at her from the side of the butler and then she lost herself in the taste of manhood and the scent of his body all around her as he rocked back and forth. He throbbed and pulsed against her tongue as she slipped it around his glans and time passed quickly as she brought him closer and closer to his climax until he pulled out abruptly then fountained his hot juice up in a wide arc that sent it splattering down onto the reddened cheeks of Laura's arse. Laura felt it land on her and she jerked in surprise as it felt as if raindrops were pattering onto her skin but then she realised what it was as Amelia began to smooth the white semen into her, massaging it into the flesh and rubbing it across the stinging weals before she began to use her tongue. She licked all over the furrowed globes and then slipped her tongue down into the tight crack before she burrowed it deeper and deeper until it slid into Laura's pouting slit and teased her mercilessly. Laura gasped and wriggled back against it, enjoying the absolute pleasure that it was bringing even though she felt so ashamed of herself as she displayed herself so wantonly. She was unable to fight against the rushing ripples of delight that rolled through her body and suffused her senses in sweetness and so she fell forward onto the bed in a half-faint while Amelia stood up, mouth and lips sticky with love juice and stood there demurely facing her approving husband. He leant forward and kissed her softly, tasting the girl's nectar as they entwined tongues while his eyes feasted on the rich red welts that decorated the white buttocks and his mind considered just how he should extend his new servant's training tomorrow.