Hinterlands Book II: The Stables Read Free

say that Mr. Howard is a very bad boy
Ms. Kerrick?   Isn’t that right?”
    Amelia didn’t answer. She was afraid to look up at Mr.
Howard, or at his body, despite the fact that it was mere inches from her.   She was absently clutching the young
man’s backside, running her fingers along the roundness, feeling the
curves.   Her heart was thundering in
her ears again, and she felt very much on display, kneeling down before this
naked boy, so close she could smell his sweat, and the lavender soap he had
used to mask it.
    “Ms. KERRICK!”  
    “Yes Ms. Farstone?”
    “Tell us ALL how Mr. Howard is a very bad young man, and
that he’ll need to be punished.”
    “He’s bad.” She whispered.
    “What?”
    “I said he’s very bad. Mr. Howard is very bad.”    As she uttered these words Amelia
finally had the courage to glance at his smooth chest, the chiseled abdominal
muscles, and the penis, as it pointed directly at her.   She was feeling very frightened but also
couldn’t deny that she was feeling the strangest sensation of arousal.   She looked into Mr. Howard’s imperious
blue eyes and repeated herself.   “Mr. Howard is very bad…and will need to be p-punished.”
    “Good!   Now
take his penis into your hands girl, and show us how you will punish him.”   Ms. Farstone was enjoying herself,
enjoying the feeling of dominance.   Amelia couldn’t stand her; wanted to lash out at her somehow.   This was humiliating to feel herself so
hot and bothered in front of the others.
    She wrapped her hand carefully around the penis, grasping
the engorged flesh. A small drop of clear liquid seemed to glisten on the tip.
She could feel his pulse through it; it throbbed in her small grasp. Amelia
found herself staring again in fascination.   She had never seen a man’s penis
close-up before. It was surprisingly ridged, and impossibly thick.   She had always assumed that they were
smooth.   The act of sex seemed so
unlikely staring at this massive thing, but she felt an ache between her legs,
deep inside of her.   It was desire
she was feeling, and she recognized it.   No. Mr. Howard’s penis was handsome, lovely even in its own right.     
    “Ms. Kerrick, will now take Mr. Howard into her mouth.”
She commanded with a sly grin on her face.
    “What? Ms. Farstone no I couldn’t…I,” Amelia tried to
protest but could think of nothing to say.
    “Ms. Kerrick will take him into her mouth or she will be
dismissed, it’s that simple!   Besides, Ms. Kerrick, you want to suckle Mr. Howard’s penis don’t you?”
    “NO!   Ms.
Farstone… I couldn’t!   I simply, no
it would be improper,” Amelia protested.
    “Show us Ms. Kerrick!” Ms. Farstone demanded, grabbing
Mr. Howard’s erection the way one might grab the utter of a cow.   He flinched but said nothing.   Amelia’s head was racing, and she was
breathing hard.
    “Ms. Kerrick…” The large woman held the shaft in her hand
and gestured with it to Amelia.
    It was beautiful
but Amelia had never kissed a man’s penis before, let alone sucked upon
one.   Her face flushing the deepest
shade of vermillion, she bent over and lightly kissed the engorged flesh.   It was warm and still moist from Ms.
Farstone’s saliva. Parting her lips ever so slightly she tentatively placed her
mouth on the deeply hued head.   She
felt him stiffen and moan. She ran her lips back and forth curiously and—
    Amelia was suddenly yanked backwards by her shoulders,
Mr. Howard’s penis falling away from her hand.   Ms. Farstone laughed wickedly as Amelia
lay naked in the dirt. “Not so fast Ms. Kerrick!   Do you imagine I’m going to let him get
off that easy girl?   What sort of
punishment would that be?” She seemed to ask the others who were gathered
there.   She cackled even louder.  
    Amelia was furious.   She had figured out Ms. Farstone’s game. The old woman was trying to
awaken her desire, only to demean her as soon as she relented.   She