0 comments/ 31796 views/ 1 favorites Wale of a Tail By: BasilBasset All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age, are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. I would like to thank all of you who helped me to write this, my first story and inspired me to continue. Special thanks go to my wife for her enduring support, Allison for her editing, and to Bill and E.M. from Britain for helping with the story line. ONE: DYLAN 'Run Dylan, run!' Seeing Dylan sprint towards the try line was exhilarating. He was a tall, broad shouldered fellow his mates liked to call the 'Boz' and he was the man of my dreams. Having won the last game of the season to win the series, our university team was in the mood to celebrate. So when Dylan asked my roommate Michelle, some of my college friends from St. Gwenda's Trinity and I to join them later on, I didn't hesitate to agree. Dusk was falling as we walked along Staunton Rd, leaving Monmouth with its fine historic buildings and monuments behind us. At the foot of Kymin Hill we left the lane, Owen happily singing 'I found my thrill, on blueberry hill...' as he led us up the path through the wood. It was a beautiful evening and the air was crisp with the smell of autumn. After a bit of an uphill climb we came to the old fortification ruins overlooking the confluence of the Wye and Monnow Rivers, glinting below us in the setting sun. Owen's teammates were already there, crowding around the fire, drinking beer, hooting and shouting their game chants. It was after my second cider that Dylan sat next to me by the fire and slid his arm around my waist. Surprised, I turned to him and looked into his beautiful baby blue eyes. 'Dylan?' I whispered in wonder. Smiling at me, he said 'Hey Jen' and slowly lowered his face to mine. I felt my lips parting as I tilted toward him and then his lips were on mine. A warm thrill flowed through me and I felt weak as he held me in his strong arms. Time seemed to stand still until I heard Michelle giggling and only then did we reluctantly break our kiss. Leaning back to look into my eyes, Dylan quietly said, 'Come here, Jenny,' and gently pulled me over so I could sit between his legs while facing the fire. I was happy, giddy almost, as he cuddled me from behind, nuzzling my neck and whispering in my ear how much he wanted me. Later on, when I was sipping my fourth drink and we were well into our cups, Owen began singing 'Roll me over,' leading with the words: 'Well, this is number one, And the fun has just begun, Roll me over, lay me down, and do it again...' Laughing, we all joined in the chorus to drunkenly sing along: 'Roll me over in the clover, Roll me over, lay me down, and do it again Well, this is number two, And my hand is on her shoe, Roll me over, lay me down, and do it again...' Later, many happy verses later, when we were singing: 'Show me the way to go home I'm tired and I want to go to bed I had a little drink about an hour ago It's gone straight to my head...' Dylan stood as if on cue and taking my hand in his said with a grin, 'Jennifer would you like to see the 'sin bin'?' Weaving our way unsteadily around his carousing teammates as they carried on with next verse, he led me to his hidden den, a secluded, very pretty spot well away from the others and laid me down on the deep, soft moss. Firmly holding my wrists above my head in one hand, he lay on top of me and caressed my neck and ears with his warm lips. I couldn't kiss him enough and gasped when he slid his other hand under my kilted skirt, then slowly up past my thigh high stockings and suspenders, to ease his fingers under my new white cotton knickers. 'You're so hot Jenny, and so wet!' I could only gasp as I thrust my swollen, aching mound into his big hand. He knew just what to do with his magical fingers and I was breathing hard and fast when he ripped my drawers down, shredding them as he did so. 'No, no Dylan. I'm not ready for that, you will ruin me!' I shouted, pushing him back. 'But Jennifer, you seem ready to me...' Dylan replied, hesitating. 'Would you have me in your mouth then? I know you want it!' With his mischievous grin he moved closer to me, pulling down his rugby shorts as he did so. I gasped as his big cock sprang out, so hard and thick, the red head glistening in the bright moonlight. 'I've never done that Dylan... ' I said quietly, feeling unsure of myself. Smiling with his adorable dimples showing, Dylan took my head in his big hands, pulling me closer. I could smell his manly scent now and as I opened my mouth to protest, 'But Dylan, nice girls don't... ' He pushed his cock into me! I was shocked and so excited. Dylan groaned 'Oh God, Jenny!' As he gently swayed, rocking into my mouth. I gagged when he went too deep but it was as if I just couldn't get enough and I could feel my cream starting to run down my thighs as I moaned into him, his curly black hair tickling my nose. I was being made to take his cock whether I wanted to or not and I just couldn't get enough. He moved faster now, his big hands holding me tight as his cock swelled ever larger, 'Oh Jen, oh Jen! I'm going to cum, ah, ah, oh yes!' I gagged as hot spurt after spurt filled my mouth, swallowing it as fast as I could, the hot salty taste burning my throat. It was just too much though and he pulled back still spurting, his cream hitting my chin and blouse as he stroked his throbbing shaft. My kitty was aching and I just had to touch myself there. Reaching my hand down, I slid my fingers over my slippery wet lips and started rubbing them round and round my little bud, moaning as I did so. Dylan then crawled between my legs, pushing them wide and back so I was completely open to him, I felt so exposed like that. 'Oh Dylan, oh, what are you doing?' I gasped as he lowered his head to my sex and slowly licked me from my bottom right up, up to my small bud, to take my whole cunny into his warm, wet mouth. As he swirled his tongue around my little nubbin I could feel his finger, slippery with my cream, pressing into me. A hot wave, then another coursed through me and as I gasped 'No Dylan, not there! Please, oh, please!' He slowly slid his big finger deep into my tight passage. My hips bucked wildly into his face as wave after hot wave swept through my whole body, my very wet cunny clenching against his thick finger as I came squealing with delight. I could hear voices calling, they seemed so far away. 'Dylan? Jenny? We have to go... ' The chant 'Oggy! Oi!' fading in and out in the distance. Dylan came forward, quickly undoing the buttons of my blouse, then pulling my bra up and over my breasts to gently suckle my nipple in his wet, warm mouth while his hard cock rested against my aching mound. It felt so good I just knew then I had to have him deep inside me. Releasing my tingling nipple into the cold air all too soon, he looked at me with a cheeky grin and said; 'Jennifer, did you know that your nipples are made to be sucked?' Giggling, I replied, 'Yes I do! So don't stop, Dylan!' With a firm grip he took hold of my legs and slowly pushed his beautiful cock into me, moaning, 'Oh Jenny you are so, so tight, Oh... Jenny,' rocking me gently, taking me, Jennifer Plum, with his big, big cock! My legs were wrapped so snugly around his waist; he couldn't get away even if he tried. I wanted to have him deep inside me, filling me, stretching me. 'More, more, push harder, deeper, I whispered into his ear.' Pressing firmly against my barrier, he gave one last thrust and filled me completely, splitting me apart as I cried out, 'Dylan, you're wombing me!' Soon though, he was riding me very gently with short, slow strokes, the pain still there but it hurt oh so good, my hips now meeting his thrusts again and again, my pleasure building. Dylan was gasping now, riding on in a full canter, breathing deeply, moaning, 'Jen, Jen.' I could feel him swelling impossibly hard and thick, really stretching me. 'Please, please. Oh Dylan, please don't stop!' I was almost there, the hot waves coursing through me, Dylan pounding away, when I heard the voices, now louder and all around us. 'They're here! Wahoo! Just Look at them! Just look at them!' They shouted and laughed incredulously. My dam broke as Dylan groaned, shooting his hot cream into me. Then, with Dylan still rocking on, Owen sang out in his high, clear voice 'Dill and Jen! Dill and Jen!' With all their might, his teammates and the other women as well, joined in the chorus with 'Oggy Oggy Oggy! Oi Oi Oi! Dill and Jen! Dill and Jen! Oggy Oggy Oggy! Oi Oi Oi!' To be continued. The next four parts will hopefully be posted at weekly intervals. Please feel free to leave comments or constructive criticism. Wale of a Tail Ch. 02 Copyright 2009 by Basil Basset All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age, are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. * A CHOICE It was well past curfew as we left Portal Rd and hurried down secluded Chastity Lane. Slipping through the wrought iron main gate we entered the very private grounds of St. Gwen's College, nestled in a small forest. Redemption Hall, the women's residence, was an old two story brownstone which was secured after 10 pm each night. I kissed Dylan goodnight, warning him that he wasn't allowed to be on the grounds and that he needed to leave quickly to avoid being caught. I crept around to the back of the building and was climbing through a low open window which the girls had left open for me, head and shoulders over the sill, my bottom way up in the air when I felt hands on my very bare cheeks and a deep voice asked, 'Can I help you Miss?' Startled, I screamed and felt myself being pulled back by my hips as I wildly kicked. 'No, no, let me go! What are you doing?' With a rattle the window slid down to land with a thud onto the small of my back and I kicked backwards straight out, hard as I could. 'Ugh! Ah, ah! You little Wench!' He was leaning into me now so that my legs were safely spread wide around his hips, my bum high up, so high up in the cold air and I could feel a firm lump in his trousers pressing between my bare cheeks. 'Stop kicking Miss and I'll help you down! Stop I say!' Panicking, I kept struggling as I felt my skirt being flipped up so that I was completely bare, my thighs spragged open around his hips and my big white bottom exposed in the bright moonlight for all to see. Smack! 'I said stop Miss!' Smack! Smack! In surprise I shouted 'Ow! Ow, ow!' and slumped down as he raised the window and pulled me into his arms. It was Big Ben, the college watchman. Matron Taylor was not at all happy to be woken up at two in the morning. She stood there at her door in her tan bathrobe, hair askew and very irritably said 'What's going on, Ben?' 'Well, it seems Miss Jennifer here stayed out well past her curfew again and has been drinking as well. I just caught her as she was trying to crawl through a dorm window.' I felt the heat rising in my face as Agnes Taylor stared intently at me, her eyes taking in my hair, dropping to my chin, then down to my stained blouse and wrinkled skirt. I lowered my head in embarrassment as she exclaimed, 'What ever have you been up to Jennifer Plum! And why are there bits of moss in your hair? And those stains on your blouse? What do you have to say for yourself! What have you to say!' I felt absolutely anguished as I stammered, 'We were just having a little fun after the rugby match. I didn't realize it was so late, I'm so sorry, so sorry Miss!' 'Sorry is what you'll be in the morning! Jennifer Plum you are such a tart! And drinking too! You should be ashamed of yourself! Do you realize we have code of conduct at St. Gwenda's?' She replied angrily. Turning to Ben, Agnes went on; 'Jenny will be staying in the common room at the end of the hall till morning and then she'll be seeing Headmaster-Rector Jones. Please escort her there and lock the door so she can't leave.' Turning to me she said, 'Jenny, you can sleep on the couch till then. Good night!' It didn't really hit me until after Ben locked the door and I fell onto the couch. The sobs came quietly at first and then I just couldn't hold back and I gave in completely, great sobs racking my body, my tears running down my face. I felt so utterly ashamed and I knew that I might going back home, where I didn't want to be. Being caught, then cheered on by the whole team and the other women was bad enough, but as we walked down the path from the ruins did Owen have to sing so beautifully the very crude ditty: 'When I was a young woman, I had a little thing, And if I tried I could get, My little finger in. Finger in, finger in, finger in, Finger in, finger in, finger in, My little finger in! I've grown into a woman now, My thing has lost its charm, And I can get five fingers in, And half my fucking arm...' Those weren't the only verses of course, the rest were much, much worse. How, how could Owen with his lovely voice, misuse his gift to sing of such terrible, wicked things? It wasn't the first time I'd broken the rules at St. Gwen's. I'd already had three warnings for skipping class, breaking curfew and drinking with the boys. This would be the last straw and I couldn't even wash myself or change into clean clothes before meeting Headmaster Jones! I woke to Ben unlocking the door after a miserable few hours sleep. Kindly, he let me use the washroom to quickly clean myself up as well as I could on the way to the Headmaster's residence. When Matron Taylor opened the heavy oak door, my knees went weak and I could feel my palms starting to sweat. 'Well then Miss Plum, do come in. Headmaster Jones has been expecting you,' she tersely said. Head hung low, I gingerly walked into the study where Nigel Jones sat behind his desk reading a ledger. For a long moment there was complete silence except for the tick-tock of the pendulum clock in the corner and the snoring of his Basset hound, Basil. I was starting to fidget uncomfortably when he finally looked up. 'Ah, yes. You are Miss Jennifer Plum?' Then going on rather sternly, 'What do you have you to say for yourself Miss?' 'Please Sir, please don't send me home. I promise to behave myself; I really do Sir, with all my heart!' I pleaded. 'Miss, do you mean to say that you will change your wanton ways after all the warnings you have been given since the beginning of school in September? You have been missing classes without permission, staying out past curfew, drinking and have been seen in the company of men without supervision!' He exclaimed angrily, the colour rising in his face. 'Now you stand there with stains on your blouse and in your hair! For all we know you could be with a child while yet barely a woman yourself!' Basil raised his head and yowled soulfully. With that I lost all composure and started sobbing, holding my burning face in my hands. It was only after some minutes I was able to calm down and wipe the tears from my eyes. Matron coughed quietly and in firm tone said, 'Miss Jennifer, what you have done is inexcusable and violates the moral ethics upheld by St. Gwenda's Trinity College. You know very well the words from the Old Girls Prayer: 'Grant them thy grace that may remember the lessons that they have here been taught, and may never fall away from thy service, but bravely fighting against sin, the world and the devil...' 'Yes Miss,' I answered, still snivelling, 'I do understand. It's just that I am weak, like soft clay. How, how can I know the hand of a man and not feel his warm touch? How can I feel his love and not love him in return? I do love him, I really do Miss and I'm not a child, I'm twenty years old!' 'Because you should be courting, Miss Jennifer and not engaging in sin. By courting I mean that you should get to know a man's character, his heart and his faith before joining in marriage and becoming physically intimate,' Agnes went on, 'for to do otherwise will surely lead to the degradation of your soul and the weakening of your vows.' Nigel leaned back in his chair and thoughtfully regarded me. 'Life is full of choices, often difficult choices. Jennifer, what we are prepared to do is to offer you a choice. You can choose to go back home, or stay to accept the schools discipline, to redeem yourself, to purify your body. You need to redeem yourself Jennifer and hold yourself to St. Gwenda's ideals. Do you understand?' I slowly nodded in agreement and thought of how mother and father had insisted on sending me to St. Gwen's with the excuse that I could take the necessary courses there that I needed for university. The real reason of course, was that St. Gwenda's Trinity College had a reputation for bringing troublesome young women who had lost their way, back onto the path of righteousness and into the light. What no one spoke openly of though, were the unusual and secretive methods that the college used... Nigel continued, 'To do so you will first be bathed by Brother Colin and Sister Bronwyn, so that they may wash away your stains and your sin. They will also test your resolve to resist the temptations of the flesh. Should you fail in this, they will carefully shave all the hair from your body, with the exception of the hair on your head, so that your body, if not your soul, will be clean and pure. This will be followed by your punishment. You, Jennifer Plum will lay yourself across my lap and accept fifty spanks by my open hand,that is fifty spanks to each cheek of your bottom or you may choose to have Matron give you twelve of her best with the cane. I want you to seriously consider your choice before answering as we do not take your situation lightly.' Stunned, I stood in silence for a moment, running all that he had just said through my mind. If I went home I would lose any chance of being with Dylan. It would be back to Hereford, to the monotony of the farm with its extensive apple orchards and the loneliness of living in the country, miles away from town. Back to mother and father's overly strict rules and religious devotion. If I stayed I had the companionship of my friends, my courses to finish, the excitement of the rugby matches and then there was Dylan. Dylan who I couldn't stop thinking of and whose strong arms I so much wanted to be in. Wale of a Tail Ch. 03 Copyright 2009 by Basil Basset All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age, are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. TENDERLY TESTED The old wooden bathtub was in the middle of the rectory kitchen, with steam rising into the sunlight filtering through the latticework of the windows. Brother Colin stood behind me, his hands on my shoulders. 'It's time for you to be bathed Jennifer,' he said in his quiet but authoritative way. I shifted uneasily on my feet, feeling shy and nervous. Bronwyn stepped closer, a small smile playing on her lips. 'It's all right dear. You know that you can leave any time you want to,' she said calmly while reaching her hands up to undo the buttons of my blouse. When the last one was undone, Colin slowly pulled it down off my shoulders. A moment later I felt my bra being unhooked and then my breasts came free, there for all to see in the warm sunlight. Colin was very close to me now and I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, whispering how fair my skin was, how perky my small, firm breasts were. Sliding his hands over my shoulders and then down to encircle my breasts, he lightly rubbed the ends of my teats with the palm of his hands. After grazing them with his knuckles he held them between his callused fingers and thumbs, to rotate them tenderly and then degrade me by telling Bronwyn that my nipples were becoming 'hard and stiff'. It was such a delightful feeling that despite myself I couldn't help writhing a little and then he rather sternly told me to stop fidgeting! When he put his warm hand under my skirt, slowly sliding it up over my stockings and suspenders to touch me between my thighs I gasped, 'Colin!' Raising his hand to sniff his fingers he chuckled quietly and told Bronwyn that I 'wasn't wearing knickers' and that I was 'wet' between my legs. Strangely though, I loved the feeling of deep shame that came over me then and I could feel my face flushing hotly. Kneeling down in front of me, Bronwyn slowly pulled down my skirt and when she saw my mound she cooed, 'Oh my, you are wet, aren't you dear? And so very lovely too.' Leaning her head close, she brushed her lips against the soft skin of my underbelly and gave me a gentle kiss, even as Colin nibbled my neck. Flinching and without a thought, I took her head in my hands and pushed her gently away from me. 'Bronwyn, but you're a woman?' I said, feeling surprised and confused. Bronwyn stood, taking my hands into hers and looking into my eyes sadly said, 'Yes that I am, but my heart has always been for a woman and that is where my desire lies. It is my weakness and my curse, for I think I was born crossed in love. Here at St. Gwen's I have found a sanctuary and acceptance though I must always fight my true nature and live with my guilt. So your trial, which we must put you through, is also my trial.' Something in my heart melted then and I sighed quietly, giving her hands a gentle squeeze. I couldn't help thinking back to the first time I saw Michelle undressing in our dorm room and the flush of desire I had felt as she sat on her bed to slowly pull off her bra, stockings, suspender belt and finally her knickers, giving me a knowing smile as she showed her lovely charms to me. As she undid her blond braids she had asked me if I could brush out her hair. For a long moment I didn't know what to do then, but when I finally picked up her brush my hand had trembled slightly and I couldn't deny the tingling ache in my kitty that grew stronger as I slowly combed out her long, golden tresses... Abruptly Bronwyn turned, tugging me towards the bath, saying that I, 'Best get in while it is still warm.' The hot water felt wonderful as it flowed over my head and shoulders, washing away my cares, my worry. Placing the pitcher on the flagstone floor, Bronwyn stood behind me and pulled me up so that I was kneeling in the tub with my thighs apart. She started working the shampoo into my hair, her fingers massaging my scalp and gently pulling at my hair as she did so, telling me to keep my eyes closed. I was enjoying it so much that I didn't even notice when Colin began soaping up my tummy. Bronwyn's hands dropped lower, onto my neck and shoulders, kneading my tight muscles. It was heavenly. Colin shifted a little so he could reach behind me, his strong hand rubbing the soap over my back, then down to my bottom. He seemed to linger there, his thick strong fingers caressing my cheeks, and then slipping between them. My eyes and mouth opened wide when his sly finger eased lower to gently press against my bottom hole; 'Oh no, not there Colin!' I gasped. Bronwyn then immediately said, 'Keep your eyes closed Jennifer, you don't want to have soap in them, now do you?' and she reached down and gave my nipples a hard pinch. I yelped and twisted a little as she kept pulling and tweaking my tips, sending shivers of sensation down into my tummy. Colin, moving more quickly now, pushed his hand forward, forcing my cheeks and thighs apart so that he was able to cup my mound completely in his palm, his thick wrist rubbing up between my divided bottom as he caressed my slick, swollen lips. I felt Bronwyn kissing my cheek, and then my mouth, my lips parting as her lips touched my lips. Her tongue found mine and I wasn't just being kissed by another woman, I was kissing her back! I was so confused and almost dizzy with sensation as I melted into her, into him. Then reluctantly breaking away from me, Bronwyn filled the pitcher with water and slowly poured it over my head, rinsing the shampoo away. 'You can open your eyes now Jennifer,' she said quietly, up on her knees in front of me in the tub. I looked at her in wonder, taking in her warm hazel eyes, her full figure with silky white skin. As we went into each other's arms we kissed again, softly, gently. Colin was busy too, his one hand caressing Bronwyn's lovely, big bottom and the fingers of the other sliding between the lips of my aching mound, his thumb pressing deeply between my cheeks. Then Bronwyn broke away, easing her head down to kiss my neck and then lower yet to the swell of my breasts. I couldn't help moaning, 'Oh Bronwyn!' as she took my nipple into her warm mouth, sucking it, biting it. My hips were moving against Colin's hand, thrusting in time to his magical fingers and when he slid one into my kitty I gasped, bucking shamelessly. Bronwyn, moving her mouth lower, was kissing her way down my tummy, down, down to my aching hot mound. I squealed in surprise as she slowly ran her tongue up my wet crease, stopping to flick at my stiff nubbin. With her hands holding onto my bottom, she pulled me closer, taking me into her warm mouth. My legs were trembling and just as I felt the first wave building Colin warned me, 'Resist the desire Jennifer, be strong, don't you give into it! Don't give into temptation!' Even as he slid two fingers into me, his thumb caressing my other, most sensitive opening. 'But, Colin I can't and I don't want too. Please, oh please don't stop!' The hot waves washed through me, again and again, with me bucking wildly into Bronwyn's mouth, my cunny clutching Colin's thick fingers. When I finally opened my eyes Bronwyn was smiling at me, her warm hazel eyes looking deep into mine, her fingers moving ever so quickly between her thighs. Colin, standing at her side, was stroking his thick shaft rapidly, whispering, 'Oh Bronwyn, I want you so much, uh, uh! Oh my, oh my, forgive me!' and then they both came together, Colin spending his white, creamy seed onto Bronwyn's lovely full breasts while her mouth opened and closed soundlessly. Bronwyn fell forward, hugging me and I could feel her trembling in my arms. We cuddled like that for some time, feeling deliciously mellow while Colin put his robe back on and filled a large bowl with hot water. Placing the steaming bowl onto the old oak kitchen table, he turned to me with a smirk and said ruefully, 'Well Jennifer, it looks like you'll be doing penance after all!' Curious, I asked, 'Will you be shaving me now then?' as he handed us the towels. 'Yes, it is one of our ways of doing penance. In past times it was common to wear a horse hair shirt or drawers while doing penance for our sins, although that is no longer so fashionable as you can well imagine. Being shaved is also better in that the itching lasts for weeks and in the most intimate places. Most appropriate for sins of the flesh I would think,' he said looking at me intently with raised eyebrows. Bronwyn stood up in front of me then, to dry her long dark hair, the fluffy towel wrapped around her head. 'But Bronwyn,' I gasped 'You're bare as a babe down there!' 'Yes Jenny, that's right,' she said with a wry smile. 'So you can see that you're not the only one who's been naughty!' They laid me down onto the table, my towel beneath me. While Colin worked the soap into lather, Bronwyn put the kettle on for tea. Standing at the end of the table and taking hold of my ankles, Colin pulled my legs apart and pushed my feet back, bending my knees a little. Feeling very open like that I covered my kitty with my hands as he soaped up my legs. Bronwyn came back with scissors, a safety razor and a face cloth. Lifting away my hands she carefully cut my pubic hair, to trim it neatly. Pausing, she nodded to Colin who began to thoroughly massage the slippery lather onto my cunny and the triangle of fine red hair above. When he was done, Bronwyn covered it all with the wet, hot, steaming cloth, placing my hands on top. It felt so good I sighed in pleasure, the heat soaking into my core. Colin, putting his hands under the small of my back, pulled my bottom close to the table's edge. Holding my ankles together in his strong hands he lifted my legs up high and walked around the table to stand behind my head. He stood there a moment, holding me in place until Bronwyn came over to stand opposite from him and then he slowly pulled my legs wide open and even further back so that I was spread apart in a big 'V'. I had to gasp at that, feeling so very exposed and vulnerable. Removing the face cloth from my mound, Bronwyn smiled as she gazed directly at my swollen, split open cunny and then lowered her gaze down to my defenceless bottom hole. 'Colin, just look, she's sopping wet again!' she wistfully exclaimed, breaking her gaze briefly to glance at him. Nothing was hidden from their view and groaning out loud I had to look away in embarrassment as I felt my juices beginning to trickle down... After soaking the face cloth with fresh hot water and laying it back down to completely cover my mound, Bronwyn stood up holding the razor in her hand. 'You'll want stay still while we do this Jenny,' she said. With that she started shaving the fine hair on my calf muscles with deft, practised strokes, moving slowly but surely down my legs. I felt a light tickling sensation when she got to my inner thighs, which together with what the moist heat from the face cloth was doing to my kitty, became ever more delicious as the strokes edged closer to my sensitive lips. Turning to Colin with a twinkle in her eyes, Bronwyn said, 'Would you like the honour of shaving her cunny Colin? I'd like to make tea now...' Colin stood there with a big smile on his face, then put my legs back on the table as wide as possible and took the razor from her hand. After working extra soap lather into my reddish down, Colin pulled my lips off to one side with one hand and started scraping away the fine hairs with the razor in his other hand, while telling Bronwyn how 'Very swollen and pink my little cunny was' as he did so. Blushing in embarrassment, I was surprised at how gentle and sure his thick, callused hands were. When the sides of my kitty were done, Colin slid his index finger down the middle of my crease, leaving it there to press down on my nubbin while dividing my kitty so as to make easier to shave my lips. Try as I could to stay still, I couldn't help but squirm a little as his thick finger lightly rubbed against me in time with the small stroking movements of the razor. 'Jennifer, please stay still!' Bronwyn ordered, standing close by with steaming cups of tea in hand. Breathing hard, I said 'But I can't Bronwyn, it's, it's just too much!' Setting the tea cups safely down behind my head, she grasped my hips in her hands, holding me firmly in position. Colin's razor inched higher now, edging away my small triangle of delicate hair. In a few moments he was done, leaving my sex utterly hairless and silky smooth. Bronwyn, taking the face cloth, slowly wiped away the soap, commenting how 'very pretty my little plum' was and then taking a mouthful of tea, pushed Colin aside to bend down between my legs. 'Bronwyn, you really mustn't!' I half heartedly protested. She just smiled and holding my thighs wide, engulfed my smooth, hairless mound in her hot, wet mouth. Almost instantly I squealed in delight, my hips bucking upwards as her hot tongue circled my small bud. Then just as I felt the first wave building in me, she broke away, saying with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes that I, 'Best save some for later, dear... I just wanted to make sure Colin did a good job.' She went on to thoroughly tongue my bare, sensitive skin, holding my hands so I couldn't touch myself. It was such a sweet torment I could only wiggle about and plead, 'Please, oh please Bronwyn...' Finally satisfied, she stood and looking to Colin with a smile, said, 'Very well done Colin! Let's do her bottom next, shall we?' 'Up on your knees then, Jennifer,' he ordered, grinning back at Bronwyn. 'That's good, now bend down so your head is on the table. Yes, that's it, be a good girl and spread your knees apart nice and wide.' I did as he told me, turning my burning face away in delicious shame at displaying not only my cunny but also my defenceless bottom hole in such an undignified manner. Colin went on, razor in hand, 'She really does have a lovely, round bottom, doesn't she Bronwyn? It's almost enough to make up for her other faults, isn't it?' and chuckling quietly, he gave my bottom a playful slap. My other faults? 'I beg your pardon Colin, but what other faults are you referring to?' I replied indignantly, lifting my head off the table. 'Now, now Miss! We mustn't be getting cheeky. You just behave yourself like a good girl and it will go much better for you.' Then looking to Bronwyn, he said, 'Bronwyn, could you hold Jennifer's cheeks apart while I lather her up?' He didn't need to ask her twice as I immediately felt her willing hands pulling my bottom wide open and then his hands were caressing me. It wasn't long before my bottom and the cleft dividing it were as smooth and bare as my kitty. Bronwyn again took her time wiping the soap off, sighing as she told Colin how beautiful I was. I drew my breath in when she reached down between my thighs and firmly cupped my mound in her hand, fondling me with her deft fingers and then almost wistfully commenting, 'Oh my, you are most ready and willing, aren't you Jenny?' 'Colin, let's see if you missed any spots.' Bronwyn bent down behind me and began kissing the back of my thigh, kissing and licking her way up towards my bottom as Colin did the same with my other leg. I began squirming and moaning when their warm tongues reached just below the swell of my cheeks. When Colin pulled my sensitive cheeks apart he said to Bronwyn, laughing, 'There you go dear, drink your tea first and be sure lick her well!' I jumped forward as her hot tea soaked tongue slowly slid up my cleft stopping only to press on my most sensitive and secret place, my anus clenching against her touch. 'Bronwyn, you mustn't! No, not there!' It made absolutely no difference though; she just wrapped her arms around my hips and kept on licking me tenderly with her tongue, taking her time. My juices were again flowing even as I flushed hotly in shame, my arousal making my legs tremble. 'Please Bronwyn? Please...?' I whimpered. 'Please what Jenny?' she demanded, lifting her head. 'Just, just, please, you know, Bronwyn...' I whimpered, begging. 'Really, that should do for now Jenny; we don't want you getting carried away now, do we? Besides there's still the rest of you to do!' Bronwyn said, laughing quietly. They were very thorough, Bronwyn and Colin were. Not only did they shave my back but also my stomach, arms and even my breasts as well, removing the finest, most delicate hair to leave me completely and utterly smooth all over. The shaving finally done I was bathed yet again in fresh, warm bath water. After towelling me dry they laid me face down on the table and lovingly smoothed scented oil into my skin. It was very sensual to feel their four hands caressing me, kneading me. I was almost beside myself with Colin rubbing the oil into the sole of one foot while Bronwyn did the same to my other. Their hands slid ever higher but I was so weak with desire that I could no longer resist and surrendered myself completely, even helping by raising my hips and spreading my legs a little so Bronwyn could reach between them. Colin's touch was very different from Bronwyn's. His strong, calloused hands working my muscles deeply while Bronwyn was gentle and persistent, yet I couldn't decide which I enjoyed more. By the time they rolled me over I was in a warm, very sleepy state, Colin's hands massaging my breasts while Bronwyn smoothed the oil over my tummy and then even lower down to my glistening mound. As my eyes grew heavy I thought of how Dylan held my hand as we walked down from Kymin Hill on the way back to Monmouth, where we paused on the bridge over the Monnow River. We stood under the arches of the medieval gatehouse there for a sweet, lingering kiss and a cuddle. How many women had kissed their 'knights' on that same spot over the Monnow as it flowed silently down through the centuries? There would have been more than a few and yet not one so fine as Dylan... my knight, my prince. 'Jennifer, wake up, you need to get ready,' whispered Bronwyn, gently shaking my shoulder. 'Oh, oh, I must have nodded off.' I replied sleepily. 'I've found a fresh uniform for you to wear but I'm afraid you will have to do without knickers. Not that you'll need them bent over Rector Jones' lap!' she said, giggling. Wale of a Tail Ch. 04 Copyright 2009 by Basil Basset All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age, are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. DUE JUSTICE Basil's sleepy eye watched me as I nervously stood waiting beside Nigel's desk. 'I see you have decided to stay at St. Gwenda's and to accept our conditions, have you?' said Nigel diffidently as he came through the door with his arm behind Agnes Taylor. 'Yes Sir,' I answered quietly. 'And you decided who will discipline you?' he went on. 'You will Sir,' I stammered meekly, my heart pounding. Nigel pulled his sturdy oak chair out from his desk into the middle of the room and eased his imposing frame onto it. 'Well, right then. Let's get on with it then, shall we.' He patted his lap, looking at me. I hesitated, my stomach full of butterflies and my palms beginning to sweat. I had never been spanked by a man other than my father and that only as a child. Now I was to put myself over the lap of a stern, handsome stranger who in only a moment's time would be lifting my skirt to spank my very bare and sensitive behind one hundred times. Nervous, I waited a moment longer and then slowly approached Nigel, to stand at his side. As I gingerly bent over his lap his large hand guided my hip into position and firmly held me in place. 'That's it Jennifer. Put your hands on the floor.' Slowly reaching down I became very aware of how high my round bottom was and I could feel the suspender straps pulling tautly over my shaved cheeks. 'Agnes, come closer in case you need to help hold her,' he said. His hand was moving now, lightly caressing me through my skirt, which felt rough against my sensitized skin. 'Now Jennifer, why are we doing this?' he asked, giving me a light slap. 'Because I wish to remain at St. Gwen's, Sir.' Smack! His hand came down hard. 'That's not good enough! Now again, why are you here?' 'Because I've been a naughty, wicked girl and I need to redeem myself!' I replied. 'That's better.' He said tersely, whipping my skirt up high and tucking the hem into the waistband, to leave me completely bare from the top of my white stockings up to my suspender belt, the taut suspender straps only serving to make me feel more naked and defenceless than if I was wearing nothing at all. Matron Taylor gripped her cane more tightly. 'What 'ave you done with your knickers? What kind of a woman are you then?' She demanded her Yorkshire accent strong. Blushing deeply, I reached back to try and cover myself only to have Nigel grasp my wrists and pin them forcefully behind my back. 'Answer the question Jennifer!' he demanded, giving me a hard smack with his other hand. 'Ah! I, I, I lost them Sir!' 'You lost your knickers? How could one possibly 'lose' their knickers?' 'I not sure Sir, in, in the wood I think...' 'In the wood!' Shaking his head incredulously, 'How in the wood? And who were you in the wood with?' 'No one Sir!' Smack! Smack! His hand came down hard, to really sting my smooth, delicate flesh. 'I said, who were you with!' 'Dylan, I was with Dylan.' I cried out, sniffling. Agnes lifted her cane, slowly sliding it up the back of my thigh, 'You mean the same fellow you were seen smoking a cigarette with behind the chapel on Sunday morning when you should have been inside attending the service?' I hesitated, still snivelling. 'Yes Miss.' She stiffened her back at that and I felt her cane sliding even higher up my thigh and then tapping me lightly. 'Why don't you just leave right now Jennifer? It would be so much easier for all of us.' 'Please Miss, I promise I'll be good! It won't happen again, please Miss.' 'Please Miss what?' She demanded testily. 'Please discipline me and let me stay Miss.' Nigel laid into me then as I counted out, one hard smack following the other, each cheek in turn. After he had reached twenty I was starting to snivel again, the lump in my throat swelling. By thirty I was crying out loud, tears running down my face and hardly able to keep counting. By forty I was really crying and kicking wildly, my modesty spanked right out of me. At fifty he finally paused, resting his hand lower down where it last fell, his firm, muscular thigh now thrust right between my splayed open legs. My poor bottom was throbbing all over and as he slid his hand under a suspender strap to lightly caress my cheek, he said in a kind, almost fatherly tone, 'That's it, let it all out Jennifer. You do understand why you need to behave yourself, don't you?' I could feel the hot flush of desire tingling between my legs even as I tearfully sobbed, 'I'm so sorry Sir. Please let me stay, I promise I'll be good, I really will... ' Tapping her cane once again on my now very tender flesh, Agnes turned to him. 'That's a rather undignified position for a young lady to be displaying herself in, don't you think Nigel?' 'Young she may be but a lady she's not!' He answered sternly, forcing his big hand down between my thighs, to cup my naked mound. I gasped as he used his firm grip to lift me easily up off his thigh and turn me so that I was once again lying directly across his lap. Not bothering to release his hold, Nigel almost wistfully said, 'A most delightful fanny, don't you agree Agnes?' Agnes' mouth hardened into a thin line, her pretty grey eyes glittering. 'I really wouldn't know Nigel, why, why would you even say such a thing?' she asked irritably. 'Ah, well yes. One really doesn't, does one?' Nigel answered, looking rather flustered. 'No, one does not. Ever. Especially you. You'll regret that comment Nigel, of that you can be sure.' I turned my head to look at her, my mouth open in surprise and acutely aware of Nigel's hidden fingers ever so slyly probing my slippery, tingling mound. 'What are you gaping at Miss? Put your head back down and Nigel, you get your hand out from under there and apply it to her backside!' He reluctantly pulled his hand from me, taking a moment to wipe his wet fingers on my glowing hot bottom as she watched in shocked silence. Matron's cane whistled through the air to land with a resounding crack on Nigel's desk, startling Basil, who leaping to his feet barked twice. 'That's enough!' she shouted her face crimson. 'Now get on with it or I'll cane both your hides!' Nigel started again, his big hand almost covering both of my cheeks with each swat. He started high and worked lower, gradually using more force so that I was soon kicking wildly and wiggling about. 'Ow, ow, ah!' I gasped, feeling my cunny tingle. He was spanking each cheek now, alternating from one to the other but somehow I wasn't feeling the sting as before. Rather, as his hand landed on the sensitive skin just above where my thighs joined my bottom I could feel my aching kitty getting wetter with each smack. 'Oh! Oh!' I jerked forward with each spank, my legs again straddling his thigh so it was rubbing against my naked mound as I moved in rhythm to his hand. Without thinking, Dylan came to mind and I imagined that it was his lap I was lying across and it was his hand that was tormenting me so. His spanks were coming faster now and I could hear him breathing heavily. Then as I bucked upward his hand caught me directly between my thighs and I screamed 'Aha...!' as a hot spasm gripped my cunny. Holding my waist tightly with his other arm, Nigel rained quick light slaps between my legs and the inside of my thighs. 'Oh, oh, please Dylan... Oh please don't stop!' I whimpered. A strong current of desire was building inside me that I just couldn't deny and then Nigel hit my aching, swollen mound fair and square. 'Stop it, Stop it!' Matron shouted. 'Ah, ah, oh my! Oh, oh, oh!' I cried, thrusting my kitty against his thigh and soaking it with my wet cream as my desire reached its peak and crested, a breaking wave that swept me away, to leave me trembling weakly on his lap. Nigel was gasping loudly and I could feel the rigid tension in his body as one slight tremor shook him, then another. He became perfectly still for a long moment and then finally surrendered, groaning, 'Lord, please Lord forgive me, oh, no, no, no!' as one spasm after another racked his body. Too late, her cane whistled through the air to land with a thwack across my cheeks as she shouted, 'Get off! Get off!' The sharp, stinging line of fire didn't even register until she once again raised her cane up high over me. I jumped up in panic as Matron struck down, barely missing my calf to catch Nigel directly across his thighs. 'That will teach you, you, little tart!' 'But Miss! He took advantage!' I cried, angry now. Nigel took advantage of me when I couldn't stop him and he a Priest and the Headmaster! Yet you would shame me for lying with the man I love... Shame on him I say! It's just not right Miss!' Livid, Agnes turned to him, 'Nigel how could you? How could you do such a thing? You're supposed to uphold your vows of celibacy, to never spill your seed in vain. Don't you know sex is just sex, that what makes it so special is who you're with and how you feel about that person?' Nigel sat slumped in his chair, his flushed head hanging down in defeat, the tent in his trousers shrinking even as the dark stain there was spreading. 'Ahem,' he sputtered quietly. 'Yes, well, ah, you see... Ah, how can I explain myself? For the better part of my life I have devoted myself to the faith and always fought against sin. You have no idea of the sorrows I have suffered fighting temptation and also the pain that I have caused others. The more I try, the harder I fall... As you can see, it seems a losing battle that I must fight.' 'Must you always, Sir?' I very timidly asked and then quietly went on, 'Can't you and Matron be wed? I've seen the way you look at each other... ' Nigel stared hard at me for a long moment before answering. 'I, I don't know. It would mean leaving the priesthood and I'm not sure she that would have me now, even if I did ask for her hand.' Agnes cleared her throat softly, tapping the cane on her open hand. 'Well, well Nigel. You certainly do have your faults and not just a few, mind you. And yet still I... ' she said thoughtfully, pausing to look directly at him. 'Supposing if you did ask Nigel, you could be certain that I would help you to redeem yourself, of that you can be sure. As you well know I'm not one to spare the rod.' Nigel's eyes lit up hopefully. 'Then indeed I would look forward to your guiding discipline Agnes, that is if you would have me... ' Turning to me Agnes said, 'Jennifer, if you could be so kind as to leave now, Mr. Jones and I have a matter to discuss. Also, what happened here is a very private affair and I expect it to remain so, unless you wish to be expelled. Do I make myself clear? And there's just one other thing Jennifer; if you are caught misbehaving again, it won't be Nigel that's disciplining you, it will be me.' I nodded my head in agreement and quickly straightened my skirt. After I shut the door behind myself and walked close by the window I could barely hear Matron. Curious, I stood just off to the side where I wouldn't be seen. Agnes went on, 'Would I?' which was followed by Nigel mumbling quietly, his words too indistinct to make out. 'We'll see,' she said clearly in her high voice. 'You know what you need to do first Nigel, so bend over that desk and pull those dirty trousers down.' A quiet pause, then, 'That's better, you naughty, naughty boy. Why Nigel, I'll show you what a delightful fanny looks like!' The distinctly loud thwack was followed by Nigel bellowing 'Ah!' Giddy and trying my best not to laugh out loud with glee, I covered my mouth with my hand and turned to walk away, leaving them to each other.