His Little Courtesan (16 page)

"Hmm, this particular brush has never been used
on your bottom. I wonder why?"

Jane groaned. "Because it would leave a nasty
impression from the carvings. I thought you said today was about
my
needs. I've been so good."

"Yes, therefore, perhaps I will give you a good
spanking before we leave to ensure you stay that way."

"Papa, please don't," Jane begged.
"Just brush my hair and give my body a little time to recover from being a
big girl."

"Over my knee, Jane."

"This is really not fair."

Jane hid her head under a pillow as Philip lifted the
dress away from her backside. "You're so white! That won't do."

"Please be kind," Jane pleaded. "Ow!
That was
not
kind at all!"

"I barely touched you. How does this feel?"
He whacked her again, catching the undersides of her curves.

"It hurts and I don't care for it. If you must
redden me, use your hand."

"My hand? Very well," Philip snickered,
tossing the brush on the bed and returning to simmer her bottom with his hard
palm.

Jane squealed and squirmed, pounding the mattress with
her fists as she vehemently protested her treatment. It was not as though he
was striking her with any significant strength; in truth, his spanking was done
in play. But her soreness lent itself to sensitivity, and increased even the
slightest sensation to discomfort.

Her tears fell and Philip, satisfied with the pink
blush of her flesh, pulled the girl into his arms and tackled her to the bed.
"You are a big baby sometimes," he scolded lightly.

"You like me being a big baby," Jane spoke
back. "There are moments when you seem to like the sound of my
cries."

"There are many moments, darling. The only time
that your tears disturb me is when they come from here," he touched her
chest. "Then they break my heart. Let's go."

Jane recovered quickly from the playful spanking. As
she walked along the wet path, she inhaled the scent of fresh rain and moist
soil. Lifting her face to the warm droplets that descended from a gold and gray
sky, she opened her mouth to taste them. Philip scowled, following behind her
with an umbrella.

"Jane, you are positively soaked to the
skin."

"I know! Isn't it glorious? Oh, look!" she
shouted, pointing out a small waterfall that plummeted down a lush, green cliff
and fell into a pool. "That must be what feeds the stream at the
house."

"Jane! No!"

She jumped, fully clothed, into the sparkling emerald
pool. The water was cool and clean, and the pool deep enough that she could
actually swim.

"Join me!" she shouted, splashing him.

Philip shook his head, sitting on a wet boulder with
the umbrella held over his head.

Jane stood, the outline of her body clearly visible
through the wet material, and placed her hands on her hips. "You are being
a total bore. You won't melt. Your clothes are already wet and you aren't
wearing shoes. Please?"

"I just want to watch you, Janie."

"You used to swim in ponds with me. It would make
me sooo happy. The Kama Sutra says—"

"I know quite well what it says. I have spoiled
you, Little Miss," Philip said. He sighed and placed the umbrella on the
ground before walking to the pond's edge and carefully stepping onto the sandy
bottom.

Jane laughed joyously as he swam into the center of
the pool and gathered her in his arms. His billowing white shirt stuck to his
wet body like a second skin, accentuating his hard, shapely muscles, and she
sighed with delight at his magnificent beauty. She wrapped her arms around his
neck and her legs around his waist, and kissed his nose.

"Thank you," she smiled.

"You're welcome," Philip answered, holding
her bottom with both hands. Easily, his fingers discovered her naked slit and
slipped inside.

"No more being Papa right now?" Jane
giggled, unbuttoning his wet shirt.

"No more being papa right now," he repeated,
pulling her dress off her body. He lifted her out of the water and wrapped his
lips around her right nipple. Jane followed suit, her legs slipping around his
waist, and rubbed her groin against his stomach in time with the movement of
his lips.

"Say something special to me in Hindi," she
requested, flinging her head back.

Philip lifted her higher and let his lips graze down
from between her breasts to her navel, taking time to tickle it with his
tongue. He bit her side and looked up at her. His eyes crinkled at the corners
as he said, "I wish to drink of your sacred fountain."

Jane laughed so hard that she began to chortle.
"Oh, dear," she covered her mouth with her hands, trying to stop the
unladylike sounds she was making. "That was certainly
very
special."

Philip laughed with her, holding her to his body as he
exited the pond. He placed her on a mossy grove under a cluster of trees. The
warm rain continued to fall lightly upon them as their laughter dissolved into
kisses, and they became lost in one another's embrace.

"
Flower in
bloom
," Philip whispered in Hindi, sitting with his knees open and the
flats of his feet together, and reaching out to caress Jane's breasts.

She responded to the phrase by settling in the hollow
of his lap and drawing both of her knees up to nestle in the curves of her
breasts. His stiff rod slipped inside her body, ever so slowly, as he tucked
her legs under his arms. He reached around to cup her bottom with both palms
and spread her wide to receive him fully. Her knees drifted apart as she leaned
into him to touch his forehead, making eye contact as he pumped her up and down
on his steely shaft.

They slipped
their arms into a full embrace, their bodies tensing as pleasure began to
overtake them; every sense touched and magnified. The rain cooled slightly,
growing heavier and covering the couple with a sheet of sweet, tantalizing
refreshment. Thin streams of water drizzled over the entirety of their bodies
and between their legs. The drops gathered over the crests of their lips and
moistened their kisses, while the sound of the droplets striking the leaves
over their heads and the singing of the waterfall was a symphony of music more
beautiful than any orchestra could provide.

Jane inhaled
the freshness of the air and arched backwards until her head touched the ground
as Philip vigorously moved her hips back and forth upon his cock. She opened
her eyes to the weeping sky, and lifted her call of joy to the air.

***

"Did you
have a nice day?" Philip asked, spooning ice-cream into Jane's mouth that
evening as they cuddled together on silken pillows before a tiny fountain.

"It was
wonderful. I feel a bit waterlogged, though." Jane laughed. "I could
really use an evening to dry out," she hinted, glancing at her groin.

Philip laughed
and kissed her palm. "I could use with a rest, myself."

"Sir?"
the servant interrupted. "A letter from the Raja."

Philip thanked
him and opened the envelope, pinching Jane's nose playfully every time she
tried to read over his shoulder.

"What does
he say?"

"Well, to
begin with, Lynette is not going to be permitted to see us anytime soon."

"What did
she do wrong this time?" Jane groaned.

"It seems
that she is going to have a baby." Philip grinned.

"A baby!
How wonderful! What else?"

"He said
that there is a surprise for you in the meditation garden, but you cannot see
it until the morning."

"A
surprise? For me?"

"Yes.
There is also one for me in our room. Apparently, the servants have been
installing it while we dined this evening."

Jane plopped
her forehead on his shoulder. "Oh, no. That means no drying out."

"And no
rest."

"What if
we just sleep outside under the tent tonight and not go to our room? It's warm
enough, and the rain will sound lovely under the canopy."

"Or we
could go upstairs, see the surprise, play a while, and then sleep
outside."

"Are you
serious, Philip?"

"Most
certainly."

Jane looked at
him wearily. "Don't you ever get tired?"

"No,
madam. When it comes to your body, my hunger cannot be sated. Let's go!"

They walked
around the item that hung from the ceiling. "What is it?" Jane asked.

"It's a
variation of the hammocks used on ships. Hmm," Philip said, spreading the
soft ropes. "Sit here."

Jane lifted the
skirt of her frock and squirreled into the center of the sling. She fell
backwards, clinging to the ropes. "Eek! I'm stuck," she complained,
trying to push her frock down over her split drawers.

"Oh, I do
like this!" Philip exclaimed, placing her upraised feet through the netted
openings above her head. He urged the larger opening underneath her around her
bottom, forcing her cotton-covered buttocks to extend down. "Lean back and
relax," he instructed, cupping her backside with both hands. "Look at
how well this spreads you for me!"

"I really
can't move, Philip. It feels as though I am restrained."

"Does it
hurt or frighten you?"

"Not at
all." Jane shook her head. "It happens to be very comfortable. I am
just unaccustomed to not being allowed to participate."

"Perhaps
this device is meant to keep you captive. It allows me to enter you from many
different angles. Yes? Enter." Philip turned to the servant at the door.

The man bowed.
"It was requested that I show you the adjustments Raja Rama had made to
the swing. I require the missus to remain where she is."

"She won't
move. What are you going to show me?"

"Philip!"
Jane reddened, struggling to bring her legs down and hide her peeking private
areas from the eyes of the man.

"Women,"
Philip sighed, placing a blanket between her legs. "This is for your
enjoyment as much as mine. Please, proceed."

The servant
pulled a trapeze-like bar from behind Jane's head and handed it to Philip. Then
a narrow, wave-shaped couch was slid underneath the sling, and Philip was
instructed to lie on his back. It supported his neck comfortably, and he used
the bar to adjust Jane until her dangling bottom was right in front of his
face.

"This is
to enjoy her garden with love kisses," the servant said. He handed a pair
of smaller bars to Philip, and pushed Jane's suspended body to hang over the
prone man's pelvis. When Philip spread his arms apart, holding the bars, Jane
was lowered until her cloth-covered backside rested gently upon his
trouser-covered manhood. He followed the instructions of the servant and pulled
his elbows together, then stretched the bars to his thighs.

"This is
amazing," Philip exclaimed, as he discovered he was now able to pump Jane
up and down using the ropes.

"The Raja
said that you and the missus have not had the time to gain the flexibility
needed for many enjoyable positions in the Kama Sutra, so he designed this
sling to help you. He also said to give you this."

"I am
pleased," Philip accepted the item and removed his shirt. "If you
will excuse me, I have a wife to pleasure."

He was true to
his word. Jane's soreness disappeared as he leaned back on the lounger with her
naked body spread over his mouth. She clung to the ropes, forced to focus
solely on the flicking of his tongue over her love button and the gentle nips
upon her soft outer lips.

"This is a
gift from Uncle Rama. A gold chain." Philip stood, looped the chain around
her neck and then laid it softly between her breasts and down the center of her
stomach and hips. He hooked the end to her blessing ring and kissed it before
blowing warm air over her moist flesh. "It will lift the hood if you pull
your head back. Try it."

"Oh, Dear
God," Jane whispered, her eyes rolling back into her head as the chain
lifted the small hood of tissue from her clit before Philip's mouth came to
rest upon it. "Oh. Dear. GOD!"

***

His hands covered her body as he bathed her from a
basin filled with rainwater and warmed over an open stove under the outside
canopy. The netting surrounding the bed billowed in the gentle breeze, its
edges held secure by silken ties.

Jane sat between Philip's legs and leaned back against
his chest with her head resting on his shoulder. He paid close attention to
every quivering inch of her body, stroking her flesh with the warm cloth
scented in fragrant oils, and then dried her with soft towels and kisses of his
lips. Sweet juice was brought to her mouth, with a whispered encouragement to
drink. Jane did so, still barely able to taste the richness of the fruit
bathing her tongue. Nothing, absolutely nothing, could compare with the result
of their lovemaking, not even the ambrosia that tantalized her taste buds.

"What are you thinking, my Little Lady?"

"How much our lives have changed in such a short
time. All because of that book."

"What book?"

"The Kama Sutra." Jane lifted her face to
look at him. "It changed our lives. From the day the Hindi midwife placed
the Blessing Ring upon my body, the path of that book was set in motion."

"I don't understand," Philip said, helping
her to sit up.