Chapter Twelve
The days skittered by in a rush although Emma found sitting in church on Sunday morning rather tedious to say the least. The church itself was in the estate grounds and the family followed by the staff walked down in the bright sunshine and then entered the cool confines of the Norman building. The singing of the familiar hymns of her childhood was oddly comforting but then the vicar dragged his sermon out for what seemed like an eternity.
Sitting next to Amelia and Hannah in one of the pews right at the back, Emma almost dozed off as the vicar droned on about sin and damnation. A slight rustling sound brought her eyes back open and she looked down and to her left to see Hannah raising her skirt and chemise up and thus revealing her bare thighs. Shocked but fascinated, Emma kept watching as Amelia stretched out her hand and eased it between the parted thighs and onto the soft pink folds of the young servant's pussy. Outwardly demure and attentive, Hannah sat there as Amelia's fingers frigged her slit, teasing the soft succulence open. Amelia caught Emma's eye and the older servant smiled wickedly and whispered for Emma to follow suit.
Trapped by desire, Emma obeyed, inching her fingers across Hannah's lap and then down between her thighs and onto her slipperiness. A low groan of pleasure slipped from the servant's mouth as two sets of fingers busied themselves in her pussy folds and a clear trickle of fluid seeped out and started to stain the oak pew beneath her bottom. Minutes ticked by and Emma lost track totally of the sermon as her fingers got slipperier and wetter and the heady scent of Hannah's arousal wafted up to her nostrils. Only Amelia's sudden pushing away of her fingers stopped Emma being caught as the offering plate came round, carried by one of the footmen. By then, Hannah had her skirt back down and all three servants had their hands demurely and safely in their laps.
It was their afternoon off and all three went for a walk in the estate grounds, enjoying the sun streaming down as they strolled through the woods. Amelia led them to the pebble-strewn shore of a little lake and they sat there for a while admiring the play of the sun's rays on the water before Amelia ordered Hannah to go in for a dip. The younger girl refused and so Amelia grabbed her and wrestled her over her knee and started to spank her, baring her bottom cheeks and slapping them hard and fast. After about thirty spanks, Hannah gave in, crying out that she would go swimming after all and Amelia smiled a self-satisfied smile as the girl stripped off her clothing and waded in, shivering slightly as the cold water inched up her thighs. It was a most alluring sight, Emma decided, as the clear liquid covered the girl's bare flesh and she licked her lips in desire as Hannah turned and the matted curls of her honey-gold pussy hair dribbled streams of water over her pink folds.
"Now you, Emma!" Amelia stated suddenly. Emma protested and tried to edge away towards the safety of the woods but Amelia reached out and grabbed her, easily twisting her over her lap. Hands swept up Emma's skirt and chemise and she found herself flushing furiously as the older girl commented on the sweetness of her bottom.
"A perfect peach indeed, Emma," chuckled Amelia and then she started to smack the twin white globes hard, sending a noise like a pistol shot echoing around the lake. Stubbornly, Emma refused to give in, trying to ignore the pain in her bottom cheeks as Amelia's hand whipped back and forth across her soft flesh. A full two minutes passed before the heat grew too much and she began to gasp out that she would go swimming after all.
