Sir Harry Dumare was reputed to be most supportive of the training and grooming of young destitute females for gainful employment. Many of the less fortunate souls inhabiting his well-groomed manor extolled his gentlemanly virtues to both their friends and their extended relatives in less fortunate locales.
At Sunday Services, Sir Harry sat in the most prestigious pew. His three comely and perfectly attired, fully grown Daughters were always at his side. His wife of many years had passed two Summers ago after a long, lingering illness that sorely taxed his repose. He was a few years past what was generally considered middle age at the time, but his countenance was not unpleasant.
With these simple facts in full consideration, it should be difficult to give credence to the scene now presented in the soundproofed basement of the cavernous Dumare Mansion.
Sir Harry was stripped to the waist. His chest and shoulders were lathered in perspiration from his lengthy exertions expended in the most demanding of spankings delivered personally by Sir Harry himself on the blowing red bottom of his most newly arrived tenant's Daughter.
Several of Sir Harry's grooms and footmen were chuckling at the poor girl's soul wrenching sobs emanating from her ruby red lips. The smile on her face looking over her shoulder belied her distress and revealed her inner satisfaction at being so badly treated. Even Sir Harry could see the Damsel in distress was more of the wanton Hoyden reveling in her own enjoyment.
Sir Harry realized his cock was risen inside his trousers and straining to get out to further admonish the pretty young wench stretched out on the spanking table. He normally would restrain himself from actual participation in such disciplinary processes, but the challenge in the feisty girl's eyes dared him to mount her and teach her how to behave properly on his estate.
His footman quickly removed Sir Harry's trousers and restrictive codpiece. His magnificent cock sprang out in full glory. The grooms and footmen, all quite well endowed in their own right, were impressed with Sir Harry's presentation of sexual prowess.
The poor girl was fortunate in that she did not really get a good glimpse of his tool before he presented it to her nether hole and rammed it in full measure without so much as a "by your leave". It was indeed fortunate the basement was sturdily soundproofed, for the high pitched scream would have woken the entire household.
"Your pardon, me-lord, I did not mean to give offense," the silly girl whined ,even as he stood high in the mounting of her defenseless posterior.
Sir Harry began to hump her soft round arse with serious intent. The sound of their lovemaking was unmistakable as both gave full voice to their carnal lust.
"Put your ass up high, you little bitch!"
"Fuck my ass harder, stick me good and deep. Make me your little ass bitch."
"Your cheeks need more color and I want to hear you beg me for mercy."
Sir Harry continued to slide in and out with measured determination. Except now, he alternated spanking the girl's already reddened ass cheeks with a heavy punishing hand. The sound of the spanking blended into the sounds of girl's humiliating ass fucking much to the amusement of all present.
"Oh, Sir, pity my poor bum. I promise to be a good girl and only do as I am told."
Sir Harry heard these words and allowed himself to discharge a copious load of creamy cum into the pretty wench's backside. When he pulled out, the creamy liquid leaked out in little droplets onto the bare stone floor. The girl enjoyed the attention her reddened ass and cream filled pucker hole received from all in the room. She received one silver coin from the head groomsman and her certificate of completed training. She was now gainfully employed as an estate worker. She hoped to one day be advanced to work in the Manor house itself. The thought of servicing the master himself made her slit tingle with excitement.
The master of the Dumare estate climbed the stairs from the basement. He was tired, but it was quite enjoyable to bring the firm hand of discipline to these wayward girls. It was, after all, his duty to keep them attentive to their assignments and keep them ready to obey the orders of those above them in station.
"Father, you spend far too much time in that damp basement!"
Sir Harry was startled to see that his eldest Daughter Eugenia was waiting for him at the top of the stairs. She was dressed for bed with her night shift and long cap holding her hair hidden beneath. Her well formed body was completely disguised under the shapeless ankle length nightie and her comely face was devoid of any cosmetic. Even so, her eyes and the sensual shape of her mouth would put a cock-stand on most men in close proximity. The 20 year old girl was the apple of Sir Harry's eye and he had formed an unusually close bond to the girl since the demise of his spouse two years prior. His cock was still semi-erect from the tight hole of the tenant's Daughter. He was well drained from the encounter and was still in a state of glowing satisfaction and felt completely sated sexually both physically and mentally.
"You'll catch your death in these chilly halls, my dear. Let us retire to the study. The fire should still be exuding some warmth to chase away the cold air."
Sir Harry put his arm around his eldest child and felt her tremble against his side. He realized he had to find her a husband soon. A man with a sturdy cock to take the edge off her skittishness and anchor her with healthy children. They both sat together in the large leather chair in front of the fire. He concentrated on ignoring the heat of her hip pressed tight against his exhausted cock. Since his wife's death, Sir Harry had used his eldest daughter's pretty mouth to relieve his loneliness on the long cold nights. Eugenia seemed proud to be able to bring a degree of pleasure to her Papa's weary body. Her oral skills had blossomed greatly and he had to admit she was without a doubt the most talented cocksucker that had ever given him comfort.
Their close bond spoke of many nights of shared pleasure and tender attention to each others needs. Her other two sisters had not an inkling of this symbiotic relationship and would be astonished beyond belief.
Eugenia let her head fall into her Father's lap and felt his cock rub her cheek. She sniffed most genteelly and brought forth his manhood into the warmth of the fire. She looked up quizzically at him and asked in a most respectful quivering voice,
"Father have you been ass fucking young girls again?"
Sir Harry knew she had caught him out. There was nothing for it. He had to admit his guilt forthwith.
"A small disciplinary problem with the new tenant's daughter, my love."
"You know you should not be sticking yourself up these little bitch's assholes!"
"Did you spank her first, Father?" asked Eugenia in a halting, out of breath voice.
She was obviously most agitated by the thought of the spanking and the spanking table in the basement. She had spied it out several years ago and immediately surmised it's purpose. Some sleepless nights when she had to make tiring efforts to relieve her tension between her legs, the vision of the table drove her into frenzied rubbing of her frustrated clitoris and vagina.
"Yes, dear. Unfortunately, I was forced to deliver many blows to her remorseful posterior. She will be red and sore for two days at least."
"Oh, Daddy! Did she beg you for mercy? Did she Squirm to avoid your hand? Did you make her cry, Daddy?"
" Eugenia, Dearest. The answers are...Yes....Yes....Yes. It was a full session."
Sir Harry's cock was now quite extended and throbbing with excitement as he recalled the full rounded ass of the tenant's Daughter. Eugenia licked her lips and took her Father's huge tool inside her mouth. She was able to deep throat his entire shaft.
She loved the touch of his tip to the back of her throat.
Eugenia rarely gagged any more.
Also, she had perfected the full swallowing of all creamy cum without spilling a single drop.
Sir Harry knew he was lucky to have such a skilled Daughter.
The cum shot into Eugenia's mouth with much force. She took it all like a dutiful daughter. When her Father was finished, She looked up into his eyes and asked in trembling voice,
"Daddy, can you take me for a session on the spanking table sometime?"
Sir Harry was somewhat surprised. After all, the spanking table was not intended for Ladies of good breeding and gentle manners. It was for trollops and hoydens and sluts with bad behavior. He could see she really wanted the table bad and he promised to give her what she wanted. However, she must be incognito and disguised from all who watched.
Eugenia agreed and they sealed their bargain with a long wet kiss.
(Continued in Part 2)
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