Whipped Up Passion

Chapter 8: Whipped Up Passion

The girls always looked forward to Fanny’s Monday return after one of her weekend trips to Whitby and today their optimism was well vindicated. The twins received a couple in books in their favourite genres and Caroline was given a couple of shifts made of the finest cotton. When the servant went upstairs with her few possessions, her temporary roommate followed her and blocked the door.

“I think I’m love.” the daughter announced.

“What! Already, Miss Caroline? No wonder your father tried to stop you from seeing men.”

“No really Fanny, I am serious! We are attracted to each other, maybe soul mates. Fate has found a way of overcoming father.”

“So did your father let you spend time with him alone?”

“No, but I found a way. And now you here, you can help me.”

“How?”

“When you go out to fetch the water, pretend to twist your ankle and say you cannot go. Then he will have to go. You watch out for me.”

“Your father’s a doctor. He would surely know.”

“He will look at it, but if you keep crying out in pain then he will have to believe you. He places a lot of trust in you.”

“Yes, and I do not want to betray that trust, Miss Caroline.”

“Fanny, it is my only chance. Men being struck by lightning outside our door are not likely to be a regular occurrence.”

“I will help but I will drop a pan on my leg and if I actually cannot walk after that, you will need to do all my chores.”

“Yes, yes, thank you Fanny.” and she kissed her. “Now help take my stay off, so I can put on my new shift.”

When she was naked, Caroline asked. “Do you think he’ll like me?”

“He’s got eyes hasn’t he? Wait, you are not going to strip in front of him?”

“No, of course not. I shall keep my clothes on at all times.” she replied honestly.

The plan worked, Fanny’s lower leg was suitably red, Nathaniel went out and Caroline took the maid’s keys. She checked the twins were busy with their new books and unlocked the door to her heaven and maybe her hell.

Thomas’s dreams had become darker and more themed with Aphrodite making more demands which seemed to involve him punishing more and more beautiful women. He was delighted when the beautiful blonde entered the room.

“I did as you asked, handsome man.” and with that, she handed over her father’s riding crop. She had seen the horse out keeping the cow company, so she was sure he would not miss it.

“You are real.” he said.

“Yes I am, but I do not know how much time we may have, so if you still feel the same way, I am happy to oblige.”

She pulled her gown up just as she would have done with her father and then almost as an afterthought she added “My shift is brand new and I do not want to damage it.”

Caroline moved closer to bed and hitched up her underwear. This is what happens when you try to repress a young girl. The freedom they feel on release is overpowering.

Her buttocks were magnificent. Walking up and down hills must do them good, Thomas surmised. He was sure the crop would simply bounce of them.

“Perfection!” he judged.

“What is?”

He tapped her arse and recalling one of names from his dreams “You have the globes of Psyche. What man would not melt at the sight of them?”

“I never knew a man would such an interest in my seat.”

“A bottom as fine as yours would inspire many a poem. But now let us tarry no longer, legs apart!” he commanded and she dutifully obeyed not suspecting for a moment that he wanted a view of her already moistened cunt. He would like to have reached out to taste her, but did not want to give his game away.

“Ready?” he enquired and when the reply was in the affirmative, he waved the crop. Well she felt a bit, but not as much as she expected.

“Harder than that.” she pleaded, much to her flogger’s pleasure.

“If you wish, but remember I am not strong.” However with his next blow, he was determined to test her. He already knew his cock was working; in fact it felt like it was straining at the leash. Had he ever felt this excited? Thomas simply did not know.

“Brace yourself” and he struck her much harder. She cried out and fell forwards. A passing twin happened to hear and went to look through the keyhole.

“Are you alright.” the quickly recovering patient asked.

“Again” was the response from the girl with a huge red mark across her buttocks. This time she was determined to take it. She was already chewing her upper lip.

“Her it comes.” Despite her efforts at self control she collapsed again, biting down so hard she drew blood which dripped on the floor. It was not a tingle she felt this time but a shuddering jolt which had rendered her legs useless.

“That is enough for now.” he declared, even though he was certain she wanted more, because if she wanted more she would surely return. As she licked her lips, the voyeur saw the ecstasy on her face and turned to go down the stairs. What would have happened if the younger sister had she opened the door? Nobody knows. Maybe all of their lives would have gone better.

The couple spent their remaining time talking nonsense as lovers do, until Fanny called up to Caroline giving her time to take the riding crop after a reminder, lock the door and deliver everything to its proper place, before she opened the door to her father.