First training

CHAPTER TWENTY

What shall we find, I wonder, upon our return?” my stepmother mused while a more restful crossing bore us back towards the cliffs of Dover.

“I cannot conjecture, but I have no doubt that you will put things in order should they have gone awry,” I replied. I had seen her witchcraft at work all anew and was much strengthened by it. The little denouement of which I have just spoken added the final resolve to Jennifer and caused her much amusement rather than jealousy. Her progress thereafter was rapid and Millicent duly took second place to her, not by rote of anything said but by silent understanding, for she who had shown the greater boldness drew the greater strength. Even so, the Wills of the two males were quickly redrawn to show the two females as equal beneficiaries, and so all was well, the four remaining in Nice for a further two weeks and Jennifer to report to my stepmother on their return.

As to our household, I had expected Bertha to be left in charge, but having given much silent thought to the matter, my stepmother had finally decided upon Sarah that she might be put on her mettle. I wondered aloud at this frequently when alone with Stepmama, but she ever said simply and wisely, “Let us see,” and sought not to draw upon any conjectures of my own nor proffered any of hers.

“Do not birch or cane her if she is in trouble,” I pleaded as at last our coach rumbled along the wellknown lanes towards the house.

“There will be no need for that. At least, I trust there will be no need for that. As to any birchings, Clara, they will be performed henceforth by you.”

I said nothing but felt myself further elevated, yet could not but be apprehensive for Sarah’s sake when at last we arrived. Bertha stood upon the broad, stone steps and I hastened alongside my stepmother to hear her first words.

“All is well, m’am,” said she to my vast relief and then, looking up, I saw Sarah waving to me from a latticed window. Immediately I ran within, leaving the two talking together, and raced upstairs. There my beloved Sarah laughed and kissed with me and drew me into her room.

“All is well-Bertha said so!” I gasped unguardedly, such being my relief.

“Of course!” she sparkled and then we kissed again and sighed and hugged one another, I then at last removing my cloak and bonnet and casting myself on her bed to hug my knees, for she was demanding news of me as I of her.

“No-you tell first!”-“No, you!”

So we argued back and forth and our stepmother not then intruding since she had learned all she wished to know from Bertha.

“Well, Clara, you will not believe this, but I had such fortune,” Sarah conceded at last. “Do you recall the Weatherbys?” she asked. I frowned, thought for a moment, then said yes. We had come upon them a few times, though not in recent years. I recalled dimly the Mama and Papa of the family and a brood of children among whom were a son, Phillip, and a daughter, Rose, who were but thirteen or so when I last saw them and were twins. This last point burst upon me and I was pleased to remember it.

“That is so and quite by chance they came to stay,” Sarah said, “for we met them in the market town and I impulsively invited them. Their dear Mama is pleased to have two less to look out for during a week or so. Rose is quite pretty now and Phillip handsome.”

Sarah looked at me and giggled.

“Go on!” said I excitedly.

My sister put her finger to her mouth as sometimes she will do when looking coy, or making great pretence to do so.

“She… she will not do it with him, nor with Robert,” she exclaimed dolefully, though at the same time biting back a smile.

I could scarce hold myself in for glee. “Have you not spanked or birched or feathered her?” I asked.

“Oh, I tried, but she makes such a squealing of it and Bertha would not help me-said as I must make my way. I have put Rose to her room and made her stay there.”

“And her brother? Come, I am sure you have had more success with him. Oh, you naughty thing, tell me!”

“I did not. Honestly, I did not. Bertha, you see, she said that I was to have Rose ready first, for they are both supposed innocents,” (at this she sniffed), “and better it is, Bertha said, for Rose to be prepared before she takes their cocks. I would not put her with Papa or Tim at first for that might make her more rebellious.”

“Yes, you were right,” I began to say and then Stepmama opened the door and looked in upon us.

“What is to do?” she asked. Sarah thereupon rushed to her, was hugged and kissed. Turning in our stepmother’s fond embrace, my sister gazed at me not a little victoriously, her eyes sparkling.

“We were discussing what to do, Mama,” said I, full well knowing she would have received from Bertha as much intelligence as I from Sarah.

“Very well, my pets, then I will leave that matter in your hands. To all such arrangements as you think fit,” she added, turning at the door with a sweet smile and then departing.

Sarah clapped her hands and said, “Oh! She is not then displeased with me!”

“Why should she be, you silly? You have shown your aptitude sufficiently in guiding Rose and Phillip here. How long have they been so?”

“Two days-no, three.”

“Why, that is perfect. You had no need to rush matters. Have you fondled her, kissed her enough?”

“Oh yes, she does not mind that too much-has shared my bed. What an adorable cunny she has! I have licked it a little, poured words of praise into her ears and got her flushed, her nipples all erect. But still she will not so much as look at Phillip’s cock, nor Robert’s-has seen only her Papa’s for once when in his cups he showed it all stiff before her, but she ran away, thought it an awesome sight-so big, she said!”

“Will you have me see to her?”

“Oh, will you, Clara? She is in the bedroom next to yours and mine. I thought it better so. I held her nose and made her tipple wine, but still she would not warm herself up to the thought of it.”

“I will warm her up enough-have no fear of that. You will bring Robert to her first, but not before I call you. Have you milked him well of late? I trust you have, and not only he?”

“Oh yes, for Bertha left it to me. He wears his knickers, petticoats and stockings better now and stands most docile while I frot his prick.”

“Good girl-and the others too, I trust. Have you the key to Rose’s room? Good, I will take it. Have Robert prepared, though not in girl’s attire. She will accustom herself to that later.”

“It will be nice for her, will it not-after you have birched her?” Sarah asked anxiously.

“It will be nice for you, too, if you are ever wilful again,” said I mischievously, but then kissed her on the lips for comfort and, telling her to leave her door open, to fetch Robert, and to be ready, I took a birch which she had thoughtfully placed in readiness in water, shook it out well, and betook myself to young Mademoiselle Rose, as I thought of her.

“Who is that?” her voice came nervously as I turned the key. Upon my entering, she sat down quickly again in a chair, remembering me perhaps better than I might have remembered her. Her eyes started out as she saw the birch and she sprang up and backed against a window.

“I shall tell Mama if you do anything!” she exclaimed and clutched at the front of her pink dress.

“Oh, shall you, indeed! But your Mama might be made just as busy as you are about to be, Miss. Come here!”

I advanced into the room, quite safe in my knowledge that leaving the door ajar would bring no interruptions. I surveyed her. She was a trifle below my own height, round of face with pretty, pouting lips that soon might be set in penance to suck upon a few manly stalks, though the practice was not encouraged by my stepmama and seen only as an extreme when girls were utterly wilful and in the first stages of their training.

“I w… w… will not!” Her lips trembled. How sorry I felt for her that her bottom was to be stung, and yet I felt implacable.

“You will lower your drawers, Miss, and bend over!”

“Oh my heavens, what a thing to say! You shall not make me, you shall not! Even Papa has never birched me!”

“Then he is the poorer for it, for you would have been breached ere now. Do you not fancy his cock?” I asked with amusement and watched her cover her face.

“Stop it! You are a dirty thing!”

“We shall change your ways, Rose, and your ways of thinking. Come, do as I say or I shall call Sarah and she will hold you. Will you be so humiliated? Shall you have my brother and yours watch? I will not sting you badly. Do you think I will?”

“Why… w… w… why do you want to birch me?”

When a girl asks thus she is already at the first stage of her submission to the more lordly female. This I have long learned. It is a confession in all essence that it is to occur.

“You know why. You have been wilful with Sarah, have had your cunny tickled but will not give in. I will call her.” I made as though to move back to the door whereat Rose advanced upon me imploringly.

“I d… d… don’t want her to hold me!” she sobbed.

“Nor your brother to see you-nor mine. Come, you silly, you will understand matters better in but the shortest time. Have you drawers on? Take them off. Raise your skirt hip high and bend over the bed, your palms flat and your legs apart.”

“Oh-woh! I do not want to!”

I was closer to her now and she all flushed and both of us closer to the bed. Of a sudden I took her chin in a firm grip and made her stare into my eyes. Her breasts, already full rounded and well formed, rose and fell in her agitation.

“You know you will obey me, Rose, but kiss me first.” My words taking her utterly by surprise and I still holding her chin, I swept my other arm around her slender waist and so held her tight into me with the birch laid at an angle against her bottom. A gasp escaped her but she let my lips all but enclose her own. Her mouth was delicious, as the mouths of young girls are, and her cunny would be also such, I knew. Trembling like a bird then as she was, in part bewilderment and part surprise, I held her.

“Darling, you must,” I whispered, for I felt in these circumstances rather to coax her than to continue threatening. “Your Papa wishes it, and your Mama,” I lied glibly, but then changing my mood and my action I spun her around, propelled her quickly to the bed and bent her over. “STAY!” I commanded, for it is a word that novices and initiates must learn and obey immediately.

“M… M… mama and Papa?” she squeaked, made a feeble attempt to rise and was pressed down again.

“Yes,” I declared firmly, though could scarce control my laughter at the situation. Giving her no time to recover I upped her skirt and quickly drew her knickers down.

Ah, what a little beauty! Her legs were trim and nicely curved, her stockings white, and garters pink and saucier than I would have suspected her of wearing. Her bottom, small and chubby, gleamed an invitation she had never thought to offer yet. Holding her neck with one hand laid flat upon it and applying such authoritative pressure as I sensed she required, I ran the tip of my forefinger of my other hand deep up along her groove and brought an “OOOH!” from her. I quested, found the puckered orifice between her springy cheeks and then her tightlipped quim. She bucked and started, but I soothed her then, moving my finger slowly up and down.

The mood then came upon me to smack her first and I did so, ringing her waist tightly with my arm.

“OUCH!” she burst as first my palm assailed her bumptious cheeks and left a pink flare there. Then SMACK! again and then she yelped.

“Now, Miss, you will have more of that if you do not take your medicine,” said I and gave her another for good measure, causing her to sob and writhe her hips.

“OOOH-WOOH-WOOOH!” she sobbed, “I don’t want to!”

“We will have none of that here, Rose. Be still now and keep your bottom up, your legs apart. Will you obey me or be spanked harder?”

“I w… w… will, I will! Oh, I will try!”

“What a good girl you are really! Your Papa and your Mama ever say so and would have put you to your trials before this, I swear…” SWEEE-ISSSSH!

“YEEEE-EEEEK!”

The cry must have sounded down the corridor, for it was as high-pitched as I have ever heard as the twigs coursed across her bottom leaving sparks of fire in their wake. Her bottom, however, lifted perfectly-for I had brought the twigs right under her and her sweet little quim was displayed to perfection, a touch of salmon pink showing between the rolled lips.

“Rose! Be still!” So I barked at her while her legs twisted girlishly all about and she strove, as all do, to shake off the insurgent heat that assailed her.

“WOH-WOH-WOH! I can’t! NEEEE-OWCH! Oh, I can’t bear it! Stop it, please!”

“You sillikins, do you think your Papa will listen to you when he takes your drawers down? Your Mama come rushing to your rescue? I think not. Your bottom will be burnished here the better for his later efforts-IF they are permitted.”

With what cunning I inserted that phrase and with what surprise she uttered a startled “Wha-aaaart?” but I-accompanying my words with a lighter brushing of the birch across her tingling orb-caused her to screech again, though defensively rather than from any effect of it which could scarce have been called fearsome.

“Do you want your Papa to birch you and then to show you his naughty thing again?”

“No-woh-woh, I don’t! Ah-hoooo! No! Don’t! Neee-ynnng!”

“Come, Rose, come on-push it up more. Oh, you bad, bad girl I will birch you harder if you don’t!” Sweee-issssh!.. sweee-isssh!

“Ah-har-haaaar!” she sobbed, her bottom now a lovely rosy red with creamy patches showing in between. Then, dropping the birch while yet she expected another, I seized her neck and, cupping her hot bottom upon my other hand, found her lovespot with my finger. Her cunny, as I expected, was fully moist and her bud erect. “Nooo-whooo!” she blurted in surprise, but I had her well, her hip bumping against my knee which I had planted on the bed. “D… d… d…!” came her incoherent stuttering, but then her spot swelled more, its tiny, sensitive point burning to my finger. Her bottom churned and worked, caught as she was in a rage of sensations. With my little finger extended I could feel the greater creaminess of her slit. Her moans sounded, issuing through her sobs.

“Darling, Rose,” I breathed, “how nice!” and then, raising my voice, called “Sarah!”

Rose was too far gone then to protest. I had her swimming in the bliss of it and felt her spurting even as my sister led in Robert, naked to his shirt, his prong upstanding.

“Hooo-hooo-hoooo!” sounded from Rose whose face was muffled in the quilt. Fresh and beautiful as my brother’s prick looked, Sarah brought him quickly to her. Rose, sprinkling then again, felt his knob to her pouting nest and made to jerk. “AAAARGH!” came her long cry of surprise but already under Sarah’s guidance he was embedded. Two inches entered Rose’s juicy quim and then a third. “NO-WOH! Who is it! He CAH-AH-AN’T!”

It was the first such resistance Robert had ever met and a look of surprise flooded his handsome features.

“Go on, Robert!” Sarah spat at him and slapped his buttocks. His eyes screwed up. Rose’s was the tightest cunny he had yet entered, though not perhaps as tight as my bottom had first been to him. He seized her hips. The movement, otherwise forbidden, was overlooked in the flurrying, writhing passion of the moment.

“Dooo-doo-doo-dooooh!” sobbed Rose and then with the most urgent strivings of his young manly cock he was in her to his balls which hung beneath her nest like two large pendants.

The bed shook and squeaked. A faint squelch was heard as his penis half withdrew and them rammed in again. Rose tried in vain to scrabble forward, but was held.

“Slowly, Robert-she must have full pleasure of it!”

So my voice sounded and he stared into my eyes, his vision bleared, I am sure, by the sucking tightness of her nest. Far a long moment then while he strained and worked her, our eyes remained locked and a perfect understanding seemed to pass between us. Panting heavily as he was he seemed to be inhabiting a world of his own, causing Rose’s bottom now to smack loudly against his belly while she beat for a moment feebly on the quilt, then buried her face in her arms and uttered the sweetest little moans which in turn were answered by his. Answering my command, his well-oiled pestle moved more slowly. His look became quite agonised. Stepmama would have kept him at it, but a certain tenderness had seized me. It came upon me for a moment that I would take him to my bed that night and bring his mouth and tongue to mine the while we fucked, yet that I knew would spoil him.

“Come, Robert-sperm her,” I murmured.

“Har! Hooo! He mustn’t! Don’t!”

Too late. His jaw sagged. The pellets of sperm leapt from his prick, full-embedded as he then was and as his bleared eyes showed. Ramming, the cream ran back along his cock, so fruitfully did he spout, his face softening all the while until he had expended to the last in her and uttered a huge sigh, his hands falling as though guiltily from her hips while Rose fell forward, squirming from off his cock, and sobbed loudly.

I was not misled by her. Such tantrums often show. The minx would have come a dozen times since I first fingered her. Taking Robert’s arm, Sarah led him out, reluctant as he seemed to leave. I would guard the expression in my eyes when next I looked at him, I told myself.

“Oh-woh-woh, you have made me do it!” Rose whimpered and curled herself up, having slyly observed his departure by peeping under her arm.

“And shall do so again,” I said, but then cuddled her into me and kissed her all about the face and neck. “Would your Mama not be proud of you? Oh, she would,” I chuckled warmly. A little murmur reached my ears and I turned her upon her back and gazed down into her shy eyes.

“I have b… b… been naughty,” said she as though in great surprise.

“Naughty is as naughty does, my sweet, but we have nothing of naughtiness here-only obedience. Bad Robert, he held you, did he not, and should not have done.”

“He did, yes.” Her voice was sulky but, I noticed, not displeased.

“You will have to punish bad Robert, will you not, and Phillip too, and all the wicked men.”

“Yes. Oh! but what do you mean?” She sat up suddenly and sagged against me, waiting as I knew for me to speak. I lectured her quietly then, quelled her protests and made her listen. How much she absorbed I know not, but it did not matter for the moment.

“Come,” I said when I had concluded, “tidy yourself, as I must myself. Oh, goodness what a mess I am! Brush my hair and then I will do yours. Shall we do that?”

She nodded, knew not whether to grin or not to grin, but seemed mollified. Once presentable again, I made to lead her down.

“Oh, but where is Robert?” she asked and would have dragged back.

“Why, he has been a bad boy and is kept to his room, darling, and will be spanked by Mama if he comes out. What a red bottom he will have, won’t he?”

She giggled and put her hand to her mouth as if she should have not, but could not veil the mischief in her eyes. Even so her feet still dragged, though I maintained patience with her and got her at last to the top of the stairs.

“Wh… wh… where is Phillip?” she asked in awe.

“He is going to be a bad boy with you later-we know that, don’t we? — so he is kept to his room also and will be put back afterwards.”

“Oh-woh!” Rose gasped but allowed herself then to be led down where tea had just been brought in and my stepmother and Sarah received her as graciously as they might an older guest, flattering her with their attentions and subtle praises-though hinting at nothing that had occurred-until she blushed with pleasure, gazing at me for confirmation that all was such and I nodding.

“Progress her quickly if you can.”

The words were whispered to my ear by Stepmama while Rose was diverted by Sarah showing her some new embroidery.

I nodded fervently. I was to be given free rein and was proud thereof, but a further explanation was then afforded me as my stepmother addressed herself to Rose.

“I have word that your Mama and Papa are to visit on Saturday. Will that not be nice?”

Rose’s face was a picture. A crumb of cake fell from her lips. A sound was emitted from her throat that might have meant either “No” or “Yes.” I am sure that in her mind she fell between the two.

“Rose has been such a good girl, Mama,” said I.

“That I am sure of and will continue to be so long as she is in your hands. Where, then, is Phillip?” my stepmother asked in great innocence, causing Rose to all but curl up in her chair.

“Why, we know he is going to be naughty, Mama, so have put him to his room,” Sarah said.

“Tut tut! How well you did! They are ever so-Robert and your Papa and Charlie and Tim. I shall whip them all myself if they do not mend their ways, and so will Rose, I am sure. Will you, my sweet?”

So saying, my stepmama got up and chucked Rose playfully beneath the chin, though taking care to bring her eyes full up to hers and so held her with all the magnetism of her gaze.

“Oh! Oh yes!” Rose stammered.

“I will give her a birch of her own, Mama, for she will need it. Especially after tonight,” I added slyly.

“What treasures you all are! I feel quite protected by you! Why, I do believe that if they are to be all naughty then they shall be so in front of us and then we will know the better to punish them. What say you, Rose?”

“Yes.” The word seemed impelled from her lips by some force beyond herself.

“Good,” my stepmama said crisply and released her chin, then smiled and bent to kiss her forehead, much to Rose’s surprise. Then straightening up, she said to me, “Come, dear, we have much to do. Sarah will meanwhile instruct Rose further.” Following her quickly into the hall and making sure to close the door, I asked her what was immediately to do.

“Prepare Phillip, my pet, and put him to her within the hour. Have Bertha assist you, for an older woman will overawe him more.”

“Yes, Mama. Will Rose’s parents truly come on Saturday?”

Her eyes expressed surprise. “Of course, my love. I have so arranged it. Messengers are very quick, you know. I feel certain they may be persuaded to stay awhile. What busyness there will be and so much to do.”

With a merry laugh she preceded me upstairs and was gone to her room, to attend to Papa perhaps, though I knew not whether he was about the house or not, so smoothly was all worked by Bertha.

Taking the key she had handed me, I entered Philip’s room. He sat quietly upon his bed reading, but started up when I entered. His face held an expression of awe and I guessed that either my stepmama or Bertha had already spoken to him. Of the same height as his sister, I was thus a little superior to him. His jacket, tie and all save his shirt, trousers and socks had already been removed. The path had already been smoothed for me.

“How old are you, Phillip?” I asked gently, though already knowing.

“Seventeen and shall be eighteen in September.” He stammered the second of the numerals and so made it sound like ‘aye-aye-aye-teen.”

“You are a good age. Your sister is pretty and your Mama-are they not?”

He blinked and nodded, giving a fearsome little start as I approached him and moved my hands down to his trouser buttons.

“Have you not been told to stand still when required, and to do as you are told?” I asked with a sharper tone in my voice.

“Y… y… yes.” He blinked again, having long eyelashes not unlike my own, and stared before him as I drew his trousers down and raised his shirt. A distinct tremor ran through his legs as I held his cock all limp upon my palm. My thumb moved over the top of it and he jerked.

“Be still, Phillip. Unbutton and remove your shirt while I hold it.”

Flushed and with lips wobbling awkwardly, he obeyed. The warmth of my palm and coaxing thumb made his prick stiffen slowly in my hand. The looping of his trousers round his ankles held him well. Males are ever vulnerable so. He would blubber when I spanked him, but I would caress him first.

Rose would be well attended to and soon enough. Saturday was but three days away. The world was indeed our oyster.