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Miss Cunyshare's Predicament

Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2022 5:36 pm
by chwipiwr
Inspired by this 18th-century etching I happened across:

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Miss Cunyshare was perplexed. Were all young gentlemen this eccentric? She simply could not account for it.
She had commenced the day in a state of some excitement. She was to be permitted for the first time to be left entirely responsible for her uncle’s bookselling establishment.
Miss Cunyshare considered herself to be something of a young woman of letters, and she looked forward immensely to the prospect of a day devoted to suitable literary conversation with a succession of like-minded individuals. She was sure that her knowledge of both the classics and the latest works would be more than adequate to allow her to dispense appropriate advice to all comers.
And then there was this most peculiar young gentleman. He had seemed a little shy at first, but had entered into conversation readily enough, and she soon invited him to take a seat whilst she searched for something that would satisfy his wants. It was only as she descended the ladder, tome in hand that his demeanour changed. Flushing slightly, he asked her to ascend the ladder again and retrieve another book, and for the next half an hour she was up and down that ladder at his command, whilst he pointed to books on different shelves for her to bring him. All the while, he seemed to stare intently, moving his chair, leaning forward and then back in such a peculiar fashion. She was relieved when he left at last, a large parcel of books under his arm, a strange smile on his face, and walking with a strange, almost stiff gait. It was only at the end of the day that enlightenment dawned.
She was dusting the shelves when she noticed a little scrap of material fluttering from a nail, protruding from the ladder. The fabric matched her own skirts, and glancing down, she noticed that her hem was torn.
She must have caught her hem on the nail as she descended the ladder with books for the strange young gentleman, she thought. Slowly, it dawned upon her that if her skirts were caught on the nail, then each time she descended the ladder, her skirts would have stayed up. The young gentleman had not been scanning the shelves – he had been scanning her! She flushed bright red as she imagined the spectacle.
He would have feasted his eyes on her stockinged legs, clearly, but how much more had he seen? What had she unwittingly revealed? The only answer was experiment.
Looking around nervously to assure herself that she could be seen by no one, Miss Cunyshare ascended the ladder again, standing as far as she could remember, where she had stood when the young gentleman had started acting so strangely. She noticed that positioned as she was, the hem of her skirts rested naturally on the protruding nail, and her skirts lifted accordingly as she descended. By the time she was on the second step – which was where the young gentleman had first halted her – she could see that her skirts were lifted to her waist. It was clear that her nether regions would have been perfectly visible. Where she had imagined the young gentleman to be admiring her literary taste, he might in fact been gazing fondly at her bare bottom. If that were not shameful enough, what else had she displayed for him along with the latest literature. Had he glimpsed the little nest between her thighs, and the secret place it hid? The very thought was mortifying, but also had a curious heating effect on that exact portion of her anatomy. Unwittingly, Miss Cunyshare pressed her thighs tightly together. She would have to experiment further – but how?
An opportunity for further experiment came about the very following morning, as it happened. Impressed by her performance on the previous occasion, her uncle asked her to supervise her younger cousin, Miss Kittyshaw, for the day, and introduce her to the art of bookselling. Miss Kittyshaw was tall, slim, well-proportioned and very pretty. Miss Cunyshare admired her cousin very much – and hated her cordially. She would enjoy experimenting on her very much indeed.
Once her uncle had gone about his business, Miss Cunyshare escorted her unwitting cousin around the premises, steering her deliberately towards the ladder in its secluded corner of the shop.
“Just climb the ladder and replace this volume on the shelf over there, would you” she asked her cousin, sweetly.
She sat where the young gentleman had seated himself and watched intently as Miss Kittyshaw carefully mounted the ladder. As her pretty cousin leaned across the put the book back in its place, her skirts caught on the nail just as hers had done. As Miss Kittyshaw climbed gingerly back down the ladder, her skirts rose up, revealing first her shapely stockinged calves, then her slim thighs, and finally her plump round buttocks to Miss Cunyshare’s delighted gaze. The thought that she was seeing Miss Kittyshaw’s usually hidden nether charms (and that the young gentleman had seen hers) was quite intoxicating.
Miss Kittyshaw’s bottom was indeed a sight, and Miss Cunyshare wished she dared reach out to caress those pale cheeks and run her finger down the deep crack between them.
“Stop there a second, cousin,” she commanded. “Reach for that volume for me.”
Miss Kittyshaw leaned over further to acquire the book for her cousin, and Miss Cunyshare almost applauded as her cousin’s thighs parted, revealing the furry nest between, and a tantalizing glimpse of her little slit, as well. She blushed, both at the sight before her and the knowledge that the young gentleman had indeed enjoyed a very good view of her own most secret place.
“No, not that one, the one in the red binding over there.” She obliged her cousin to lean over further still, revealing even more of her nether anatomy. Just as the young gentleman had done, Miss Cunyshare found herself shifting and bobbing up and down in her seat as she manoeuvred for a better view of her cousin’s charms. It was difficult to believe that Miss Kittyshaw was utterly oblivious to the delicious spectacle she was making of herself, but Miss Cunyshare knew how ignorant she herself had been of the fact of her own nudity the previous day. How she wished she could share this delightful experiment.
As if her prayer was answered, she heard the shop door open. Slightly regretfully, she instructed her cousin to replace the books and follow her as she went to greet their customer. It was the young gentleman, standing there, looking at her with hopeful eyes.
“This is Miss Kittyshaw, sir,” she introduced her cousin. “She will show you just what you are hoping to see, I am sure!”
The gentleman was startled, clearly, by her little speech, and Miss Cunyshare raised a warning finger to her lips and beckoned him to follow them to the back of the shop. She seated him where he had been seated the previous day, and pulled up a chair to seat herself beside him.
“Fetch us that volume on the shelf over there, dear,” she pointed to one of the higher shelves, obliging her cousin to mount the ladder to acquire it. As she descended, book in hand, her skirts caught once more on the nail and started to lift around her. The gentleman goggled as first Miss Kittyshaw’s calves, then her thighs, and finally her adorable round buttocks came into their view.
“Is this what you were hoping for, sir?” Miss Cunyshare asked him politely. He looked at her quizzically, and then gave her a disarming grin.
“Indeed, miss, very much so! But there is a volume over there that would interest me too.”
“Could you fetch that one down as well, dearest cousin?” Miss Cunyshare requested. She shared a conspiratorial grin with the young gentleman as they enjoyed the sight of Miss Kittyshaw’s thighs parting as she stretched for the volume, offering them a perfect view of her secret crevice nesting in its little bush of dark hair.
“No, not that one dear, that other one further along.”
Miss Kittyshaw leant even further, and showed even more of her no longer hidden charms as she did so. There was even a tantalizing glimpse of her puckered nether orifice to delight them.
“I’m sure the young gentleman would enjoy a glimpse at that blue volume three more books along,” Miss Cunyshare sweetly suggested.
This time they were rewarded with an unmissable spectacle of Miss Kittyshaw’s slit parting slightly as she strained to keep her balance as she leant over, and this time her little bottom hole was perfectly visible. It was with some regret that they ended the game, and soon after, the young gentleman left, laden as before with parcels of books he had not really, Miss Cunyshare imagined, really wished to purchase. He seemed very happy, nevertheless.
Miss Cunyshare was without a doubt delighted with the day’s proceedings. Her mortification at the realization of just how much of her nude nether regions the young gentleman had viewed was tempered by the amusement she had shared with him in enjoying the exhibition Miss Kittyshaw had provided them of her shapely thighs and delightfully round bottom, not to mention her little slit in its hairy nest and the pink rosebud of her bottom hole. Now there was only one more experiment left to try.
“You do look tired after your efforts to show the young gentleman your wares,” she tutted at her cousin. “Sit down and rest yourself whilst I tidy.”
Miss Cunyshare climbed the ladder steadily enough, though there were butterflies in her stomach as she contemplated what she was about to do. Putting a volume back in its place, she looked to ensure that her skirts were properly caught, and that her cousin was observing her, and started her descent, observing Miss Kittyshaw from the corner of her eye as she did so.
Miss Kittyshaw gave a slight start, and seemed on the verge of speech as she saw her cousin’s skirts lift up, but she said nothing, leaning forward slightly instead, blushing a little and licking her lips as she fixed her gaze on Miss Cunyshare’s lower regions. Her eyes widened as her cousin’s thighs and ample bottom were revealed. Miss Cunyshare leaned forward slightly to offer a better view. Her cousin seemed entranced by the sight of those plump twin globes mere inches in front of her.
Then, looking up briefly, Miss Kittyshaw saw Miss Cunyshare grinning at her impishly. She quickly leaned back in the chair, and then she flushed the deepest red as the implications of what she was seeing stuck her. She jumped furiously to her feet.
“You let him see me naked!” she squealed. “How could you. The shame of it. I will never be able to show myself in public again once word gets around. If what I am seeing now is any guide, he has seen my bare bum, at least.”
“He and I saw much more than that cousin,” Miss Cunyshare giggled. She leaned forward again and parted her thighs slightly to illustrate her point.
“We both enjoyed a view of everything you have to show down there, my dear, and I do mean everything! You are very pretty all over down there, cousin, I must say. I was most attracted.”
“How could you, Miss Cunyshare!” her cousin repeated. “I will be a laughing stock to everyone – and everyone will want to see up my skirts.”
“I think many people dream of seeing up your skirts already, cousin. Calm yourself, my dear. I am sure your secret is safe. The young gentleman saw as much of me the previous day, which is why I needed to see how much of you was revealed in similar circumstances. I needed to see how much of an exhibition I had made of myself by making an exhibition of you.”
“I am very sorry though,” she continued insincerely, “ to have given you such distress. I deserve to be punished for it. In fact, I think it only fair that you should punish me now, the way a naughty little girl should be punished.”
Miss Cunyshare descended fully from the ladder, lifted her skirts well above her waist and bent over, her naked bottom towards her cousin. She waggled her posterior provocatively and pushed it upwards invitingly, then closed her eyes, bit her lip, and waited for her spanking to commence.

Re: Miss Cunyshare's Predicament

Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2022 8:53 am
by dthoris
Cute story, you made it easy to imagine the correct setting, well done.

Re: Miss Cunyshare's Predicament

Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2022 11:26 pm
by Usernamee
I hope you can write more period piece ENF in the future.