Anonymous - First training

“S… s… sometimes!”

I had expected his tone to be outraged. Instead it was sullen.

“Naughty boy, weren’t you? Making up for your sins now? Got you settled, ain’t we, nice and cosy. I let you keep your shirt on so you won’t shiver, but you’ll soon have a warm enough time of it. Mistress will want to see you now.”

These last words being spoken more loudly, Bertha must have guessed at a listener and could have thought it no other than myself.

“Bertha! I beg you!”

“No, I don’t think you will, sir. It’s your Mistress as you’ll beg. If we were on our own now I’d go down on your pecker as soon as look at it. Often wondered what a beauty it might be, and so it is.”

I fled to an adjoining cupboard where often I had hidden during games. Bertha tapped upon the door as she passed and must have laughed to herself. In a few moments I heard my stepmother ascending and crouched down, though it was then utterly foolish to do so for she immediately opened the cupboard door, knowing well enough I would be there.

“Come out, you sillikins,” she whispered.

“I want to stay here!” I begged.

“Do you? Very well, then, you may. I will leave the bedroom door a little open. You may peep within. Make not a sound.”

Pressing the cupboard door to then, but not completely closing it, she went into the bedroom. Not being able to hear what went on, I was desperate and would have ventured out save that now I heard other footsteps. I opened the door a chink. Gagged and with her wrists bound in front of her came Sarah, naked but for black stockings that were tightly gartered, and shoes. Her head swung this way and that wildly and her eyes stared. Leading her forward from behind with both hands on her elbows was Bertha.

Whether my sister glimpsed me or not I do not know. I believe not, for she was in that state of staring in which one sees nothing clearly. Seeing the door to Papa’s bedroom opening, she attempted to back away but received a resounding juicy smack on her naked bum as made her jerk. As they passed the cupboard I crept out just in time to see her being thrust within and a gurgling cry emit itself from beneath her gag. I did not know it then but Papa was also gagged. My stepmother had seen to that.

Ah, what violent struggles ensued as Sarah saw Papa, naked to his shirt upon a chair and prick uprearing plainly to her view! She twisted, she strove, but nothing would avail her as halting step by step she was urged towards him. My stepmother, having positioned herself directly behind him at the back of the plain wooden seat, then seized Sarah’s wrists and with quite lightning movements brought my sister’s arms in a loop over Papa’s neck and with a short length of cord secured her wrist-bonds to a bar at the lower rear of the chair so that Sarah hung haplessly over him with the swollen crest of his charger all but nudging her belly.

“Neee-eeeeeh!” came her screech thinly through her gag. Her hips jerked back exactly as if she were offering herself to the cane, her legs being forced to straighten on either side of his so that she effected a gap of some three inches between her belly and his cock.

My tummy churned. I thought her then to be put to him, but my stepmother’s ideas were other. Unable to kick or she would have fallen sideways and perhaps made more intimate contact with Papa’s pestle, Sarah could do naught in resistance now as Bertha forced her legs apart and fastened the sides of her ankles to the legs of the chair.

“Now, Miss, by bending your knees you will be able to sit upon his legs. I leave you to do that at your leisure. You will come to it eventually when your legs tire and must urge your belly then against his cock.”

Madly did my sister’s head shake then, but all was lost for her-or all perhaps was gained, in longer term. I, skipping quickly backwards lest Papa see me, was then confronted by my stepmother and Bertha who seemed to take little account of my presence and closed the door resoundingly.

“Half an hour should do,” my stepmother said, quite as if she were discussing the cooking of something or other. When I said this to her a few minutes later downstairs, she laughed and said, “Well-I am, am I not?”

Bertha absented herself, her duty done.

“What… what will happen?” I quavered, for all was so strange that I could not take account of it.

“That you will see for yourself, my pet, if you are minded to. I will have discipline, I will!” she said abruptly and left me then to my own devices which caused me to ever be glancing at the mantelpiece clock. No sound was to be heard from above save once a slight scraping sound as if the chairlegs had moved. I sucked my thumb and waited, being aware that it was a babyish thing to do, but I needed some comforting.

Precisely as the half hour passed, so my stepmother reappeared and extended her hand to me. Her calmness was in counterpoint to my own excitement.

“Come, then,” she murmured. I drew back. “You do not want to?” she laughed. “Very well. It is perhaps for the best. I will tell you all that happened.” She ascended slowly and many sounds then came to me. The door to the bedroom was re-opened and Sarah pushed along the hallway. I heard the sound of a smack and her muffled squeal. All was over sooner than I thought for then I was in company again with my stepmother who lit a Turkish cigarette and held a look of perfect victory on her face.

“To think that she might have done that voluntarily,” she sighed.

“Oh, what?” I could not help but exclaim.

“Have you not guessed? I am sure you have, but want me to describe it to you. Very well. In the end she sank down upon your Papa’s legs. Her own, being held wider than his, she settled her bottom nicely upon his thighs and so could not help-after the straining of her legs-from bringing her tummy in contact with his prick. Her head must have sunk forward then on to his shoulder, for so I found them, quivering together yet otherwise still as statues. He had come all up her belly, naturally,” she concluded and, throwing her head back, expelled a blue wisp of smoke.

“Wh… what did she say?” I asked stupidly.

“She must be pleasured herself, dear. That is requisite. And in particular while the memory of his throbbing, spouting organ is most vividly in her mind. Will you do it, Clara?” So asking she drew out of her bodice a long, pointed feather at which I stared. “You twirl it all around her spot. She will soon come. It is best that I let her. You hesitate, Clara. If you do not, I shall put you upon him in turn.”

“She… she… she will not let me, though,” I stammered.

“Hah! Do you imagine I have left her wandering about? She is well secured and legs apart. Her poor cunny must be longing for fulfilment, even though she would deny it. Pleasure her, Clara. Bring her on!”

“Yes!” The sudden exclamation leapt from me. It would be cruel to Sarah otherwise, as I told myself, and so took the feather and hastened to my task. In her room she lay bound upon her bed, naked as she had been and I saw a splash of come upon one stocking top. Thankfully she was gagged still. Her eyes literally spat at me and her straddled legs, which so revealed the hairy pouting of her quim, strained at the ropes, yet I knew I dare not hesitate. Seeing the feather, she made the most agitated movements of her head, then arched her back as I sat beside her and carefully twiddled the feather tip about her spot. How moist she was and the lips of her quim gleaming’ Muffled shrieks came from her as the feather swept about her darling place-for indeed I thought of it so and wished devoutly that it had been watered for her.

The bedsprings jolted and sang with every stroke, her thighs quivering madly and her bottom bouncing. The breath hissed hotly through her nostrils. I dearly wished her then not to be gagged, but as so often it was as if our stepmama had read my thoughts, for upon the instant she swept within and sat upon the other side of Sarah, motioning me to stop. When I did, Sarah’s eyes closed, opened, and then closed again. Her belly rippled. She had come and I knew it.