Orphaned Alan Bell Artwork 7

Here are eight Alan Bell illustrations, sourced by Uncle George, from the novel Deveril’s Priest by Frau Oppenheimer. I have added quotes from the book. The drawings were also used to rather randomly illustrate the stories Evening Classes with Mr Enderby in Blushes 60 and Educating Eddie in Blushes 88.

As his fingers felt the skin of her bottom, Marcey could only shudder inwardly. She could not believe that she was actually half undressed and was unable to prevent the hands that she could now feel exploring the whole area of her bottom.

But it was she who was suffering the demented agony of her confusion, she had never been spanked before and now she was stretched shamefully over this stranger’s lap and her mouth had been unable to scream the responsive protest that her body was feeling…

“Please Marcey… please take my panties down,” she begged in a very pleading voice. There were no tears in her eyes but her optics showed the inner misery of her fear, she blinked again as she felt the other attractive woman teasing the panties from her smooth statuesque body and then she was standing completely naked except for her stocking and her full frontal exhibition was being viewed by Videl.

I watched as she knelt above me her crutch immediately above my face, I looked up and saw the well of her sex immediately above my face and it as slowly descending towards my upturned features, she moved slightly forward at the pelvis and I was now looking directly at the soft rounded moons of her bottom, a sheer thrill of pure excitement jolted me into an awareness of heightened passion sexuality that I have never felt before, her bottom was slowly descending nearer and nearer towards my waiting face, my mouth was dry with the anticipation of what she would command me to do and I knew that would happily obey her.

She was now holding her body rigid and then she heard the dreaded command to bend her torso across the cabin bench-table, and she also felt the immediate response of her body as she pressed her lush breasts tight to the table so that they crushed on the hard top, her bottom was well rounded and a sniffling sob came from deep inside her…

She still shivered slightly at the memory of how he would make her do the most outrageous things with her naked body and then the manner in which he would force her into the humbling postures so that he could abuse her.

“Would you rather have a whipping on your arse or a good feeling round your cunt?”

… she had no choice whatsoever as she reached between her legs and slowly started to masturbate in front of his eyes, he told her to stroke herself faster and she responded in an obedient reaction.