Anonymous - First training

Putting her arm around me as we then went along to her room, my stepmother explained: “The naughty boy reaches for a cake or biscuit, although he has not asked if he might have it. Being apprehended by his Mama or perhaps his elder sister, he receives a smack on his bottom. Although it stings, he feels certain secret pleasure in the fleeting pain which serves to stir his cock a little. So he resolves to be naughty again, although he may not fully recognise the reasons for his actions. He wants to be smacked, you see, and his cocky to get hard, for he wishes it to be seen and taken hold of. Then he will be even naughtier and so progresses until his Mama or sister takes him more in hand, just as you have done with Robert.”

“I could not have done it on my own, though,” I confessed.

“What is to that? It will come in time and sooner than you think, Clara. Each step you take imbues more confidence in you. In time there will be no male whom you will be afraid to take in hand.”

“But as to girls…,” I began, for after her treatment of Sarah I was a little lost and had not got the jigsaw all together, as it were.

From her cabinet my stepmother took a flask of wine and poured two glasses. “As to girls, Clara, there are generally three sorts. Those like Clarissa who know their destiny and put themselves in due course to the cock while having the male believe that affairs are quite the other way around. Of course, it may take a while for they do not all have mentors such as myself. As matters progress, however, and as they come to a clearer understanding of their role, so they take the male or males in hand and reverse the quite unnatural order of things. Hence they are able to take charge of their domains. One must divine by instinct-such as you will slowly gather-whether a girl is such or whether she needs some sterner treatment. In Sarah’s case the latter obtains. She little knows that pride is one of her best possessions. It must be broken in order to make it whole again and stronger.”

I brooded on this a while as we drank and then she continued: “So you see, Clara, there are those who will themselves to destiny and others who are wilful and must be guided to it, however hard the path may seem. As to the third category I must confess to you that some females are born to be submissives. So be it, for they make excellent slaves and willing bedmates. The shy ones are quite delicious and ever wish themselves to be seduced. Now that you have had Robert’s prick in your hand and felt him come, which do you prefer-the male organ or the female tongue?”

“I like both,” I responded unthinkingly, and this pleased her.

“So it should be, my love. Such inclinations become a woman, for she then may take her pleasures as she will with either sex. What a delight it will be for me to tongue your cunny while you have a cock up your bottom.”

I rolled my eyes and could not imagine such a pleasure, though it was soon to be. Already I could feel the piston urging in me and longed for it as I did the agile lapping of her tongue.

“Shall I have to tie you?” she asked teasingly. Love showed as strongly in her eyes as ever I knew.

I laughed and felt quite choked up with excitement. “No, but you may smack me first for I shall feel very naughty,” said I.

“Once his cock is up you, you will feel more than that,” she replied solemnly and bore me back upon the bed. Our lips met in the hottest of kisses. Our tongues swam together. I parted my legs as her hand crept up beneath my skirt.

I knew well enough whose prick she meant.

Sarah was immured in her room when Papa returned. Robert was put to work in the scullery in cleaning all our shoes-a chore to which he gave himself devotedly. I had looked in on him once or twice and watched him in his kneeling and polishing. Raising his eyes to mine, he pleaded dumbly with me but I shook my head, though not unkindly. I believe he saw a promise in my gaze for a certain fleeting hope came over his features which he dutifully did his best to disguise. In turning away from him, I drew up my skirts a little, for I sensed that he liked my legs and the thought even then struck me that there might one day be a certain jealousy of possessiveness between Sarah and I. I took it then as a strong presentiment, though it was not in fact to be. As the choices became wider, so we ceased to differentiate, though would have protected our own from all.

Upon Papa asking after my sister and brother, my stepmama merely replied that Bertha wished to see him.

“Bertha?” he exclaimed in some astonishment, for he had naught to do with the comings and goings of servants. My stepmother had long seen to that.

“She is waiting in your room, William. Will you not go up? You may tell me of your affairs in Paris later. Sarah has been wilful, if you would know. I have smacked her bottom several times. What a pink glow it has offered up to my hand!”

“Really, Julia!”

“Go upstairs, William.”

I being present all the while made it plain-even though by my silence-that affairs were now shifted a little more into the open. The gauntlet was cast down. I felt uneasy, tremulous and yet expectant.

“If it is to see Bertha, of course,” he responded weakly, to which she gave a short, “Yes,” and moved away. I pretended to be much wrapped up in a novel by Mr. Thackeray.

More hesitations and clearings of throat and then Papa made his way upstairs. Why Bertha, though? I was puzzled. “A little strangeness comes well to such initial situations,” my stepmother said. “Sometimes people obey rather better those whom they know less well. It is a matter of the paramountcy of the spirit, or the yearnings of the soul,” she concluded mysteriously. Then, after a moment’s reflective silence, she added, “You may go and listen, if you wish. Go on-I know you are curious.”

My heart never beat so madly as it did then, for I knew it to be in its way as much of an order as a request and so I ventured up. The door to Papa’s room was closed. I pressed my ear to it and heard a scuffling.

“Now, sir, will you obey me?” came Bertha’s voice and then an exclamation of his own that yet was muffled. “A fine time you’ve had of it in Paris, sir, I has no doubt, but if you have eased your pecker of its longings there will be trouble with the Mistress, that I know. Come, do not struggle-let me get them off. Don’t you like a woman handling you? A nice strong woman?”

“My God, what are you at?”

“Just tying your arms to your sides, sir, so you’ll come to no mischief. I has to make my preparations, you see, being under orders, as we all are. Take that Miss Sarah now, she won’t obey, and has had her bottom well stung for it. Real lovely she looks waggling her hips and showing all.”

“I know not the like of this nor what has possessed you, Bertha. Ah! my trousers! I beg you not!”

“All comes off, sir, so as you are fit and ready. Rude, aren’t you, with it sticking up like this? Shows you’ve been a good boy, though, that it should stiffen so readily. Give it a kiss, shall I, for good luck?”

“My God! AH!”

I trembled violently. My moistening palms made marks upon the door.

“A little suck of it does no harm occasionally, sir, though Mistress don’t do that often to you, I wager. A fair knob you have and a good girth of it. There… isn’t it best to be in my hands rather than those of a stranger? Such wicked women there must be in Paris. I’ll have you on this chair now, sir, and if you don’t keep your legs apart so I can tie your ankles to the legs, I’ll pinch your balls and swear I will.”

A rustling, a scraping, a fervent gasp from Papa and then a smacking sound. He cried out.

“Your Mama will have spanked you thus, won’t she? Come, confess it, or I’ll have you sat on pins!”