"Oh I cannot watch THIS!" gasped Sarah, who sprang up.
"You cannot? Really?" came the cold reply. "Very well, Sarah. It cannot be said that I have not done my very best to bring you to the true way of womanhood. You have, then, a week to mend your ways or I shall have no recourse but to put you under as big and as stiff a penis as I know. Go to your room!"
Hot-cheeked, my sister fled - I tactfully allowing her to before descending the stairs and entering the drawing room. Robert and Charlie were nowhere to be seen. Clarissa's guardian had been loosed from the chair but not from his bonds. His wrists now were secured behind his back and the movements of his legs were impeded by a hobble, which is to say a short length of rope tied to both ankles that permitted him to take only a short step at a time. He was now also gagged.
"He is to go up?" asked Bertha who appeared to know everything and who must have been in league with my stepmother for quite a while. I nodded and stood to one side as she snapped around his neck the selfsame hound-collar that Robert had worn and led him stumbling forward. His eyes appeared glazed, as well they might, though his erection threatened to burst through his trousers. I followed them up discreetly, his passage being necessarily slow.
The bedroom door to my stepmother's private abode was closed. Bertha knocked in true servant style and waited. An interval obtained before the command "Enter!" was given. "Close the door!" she commanded as we went in, and there upon the bed I saw Clarissa kneeling, naked to her stockings and with her bottom jutting moon like over the bed.
Her guardian's eyes bulged and his complexion took on a crimson hue. It was as well, perhaps, that the gag impeded his speech, though hollow sounds were to be heard coming from beneath it. Receiving a sharp smack on his brawny buttocks, he was pushed forward by Bertha until he stood in waiting immediately behind his pretended ward's luscious derriere which gleamed its pallor most invitingly, the sprouts of cunt-curls showing temptingly dark beneath.
Holding her head up and with breasts proudly heaving, my stepmother addressed him.
"A new word is about to enter your vocabulary, sir, for I doubt that you already know it. Clarissa is to be serviced or - as a farmhand might put it - she is to be covered. Your bonds are intended to assure that you do not otherwise defile her sweet form with your mauling hands. Spread your knees wider, Clarissa, for a lady need have no hesitation in doing so before a serf. Take his trousers down, Bertha, and let us see his equipment and whether I deem him sufficiently well hung for the task. Ah yes....a reasonable exhibit. His balls weight well, do they not?"
"Fair as big as my husband's, m'am," said Bertha, who for a moment brought them from under his upstanding tool and onto her palm and then let them dangle again. The man's head shook wildly, but no mute gestures could avail him now. The prize he had so desired was well displayed before him, but in circumstances that I doubt he could have dreamed of. He snorted as my stepmother took hold of his big leathery prick and rubbed it suavely with her fingers. The knob glistened in its huge swelling and the veins on the stem stood out fit to burst.
"The principal pleasure is to be Clarissa's," my stepmother informed him briskly. "You will not therefore come before you have afforded her at least fifty full strokes of your cock. I shall guard your motions well. Fail to pleasure her and you will receive this a dozen fold!"
Thus saying she produced a cane which looked most fearsome in its aspect, causing his head to waggle as though it might fall off. I gathered that he was denying any intended weakness on his part.
"Clarissa henceforth will be your true Mistress, which is to say that she will ordain your movements, your monetary disbursements, and such pleasurings - or not - that she feels in a mood to dispose. Should you at any time choose to disobey her, you will know my wrath, sir!"
With that, my stepmother placed her hand upon Clarissa's head and gently urged it down, the better to see her bottom mounding up. "This is agreed between us, is it not, my darling?" she breathed, whereat Clarissa nodded as blindly as might be. Her hair having been loosed of all its pins, virtually naught of her profile was in view on either side. In the superb thrusting out of her bottom and the displaying of her fig-like quim, which both combined with her sleekly stockinged legs and smooth, dipped back, she appeared as a totally anonymous symbol of supreme femininity. How dearly would I have liked to lick up between those ivory-smooth cheeks and then sought the moist bouquet beneath!
"Put him to her then, Bertha, and may he have marked well what I have said," came my stepmother's words, while the cane moved menacingly in her hand.
Bertha cackled and, even from beneath the gag he wore I could hear a coarse croaking sound as the plumb-like knob of his penis was brought close to the pouting lips of Clarissa's cunt. For an eternity, it seemed to hover there, my stepmother placing the palm of her hand gently between the young woman's shoulder blades, then - to an upward jerking of her guardian's chin - the swollen crest was eased between the rolled lovelips, causing Clarissa to jerk a little and utter a moan. Mouth open - as if I wished to absorb the succulent male fruit myself - I watched it urge within, the pulsing stem being severely controlled in its forward motion by Bertha's ringing fingers.
"ZZZOOOOO-OHHHHHHH!" came from Clarissa, but the sound was quickly bitten back, for which I admired her.
In such circumstances of control, there are few more enervating sights than to see a long, thick, erect penis entering a female's honeypot. The lips of Clarissa's cunny urged apart, like two small waves that encounter the prow of a boat. Her fingers clenched and her nose buried itself in the counterpane.
"Half in and hold!" my stepmother said and with that Bertha, with her free hand, pinched his big buttocks and so made him give such a start that Clarissa received a full four inches of his cock, her cunny becoming even more distended while her hips waggled rebelliously, but at a soothing of my stepmother's hand were bravely still again. Her guardian's legs trembled mightily, his thighs resembling small tree-trunks and his calves quivering.
"She's going to be lovely at it, m'am. I knowed it the moment I saw her. See how still she is, how nicely she comports herself."
This from Bertha, of course. From my stepmother a mere nod, as though it was what she had expected of her pupil all the time.
"Let him proceed," she murmured. "Take the cane, Bertha, and station yourself behind him. I shall begin the count...ONE!"
"FEEEE-OOOOOOH!" came Clarissa's muffled hiss as now the big banana of flesh sheathed itself slowly in her quim and his balls hung down beneath her curls.
"TWO, sir!"
Out it withdrew, and with full majesty until the knob hovered almost beyond the fig-like entrance and then drove home again.
The knuckles on Clarissa's hands distinctly whitened, but my stepmother was scarcely watching her as such, having full faith in her, as it seemed, she monitored such tiny signs of Clarissa's hip movements which might seem to have indicated that she wished to expel the invader. My cunny itself moistened all the more and surreptitiously I stood with my legs parted.
"The male is but a penis-bearer and a provider of our means of livelihood and our luxuries, Clara," my stepmother told me later. "True, he may be taken up in conversation sometime, and if proving witty or in any way informative, may be listened to, though not with respect. For a woman listens to a man's mind as much as his words and, given that she is ripe of figure, will divine the speech that goes on silently in his head, that being concerned solely with the taking down of our drawers and the penetration of our holes!"
That which was happening before me now I wished never to end. As he came upon his twentieth stroke, his movements seemed bolder - so much so that Bertha seized the short hairs at the back of his head and hissed a warning in his ear. As for Clarissa, her cunny had distinctly moistened, for I saw her exudation glistening on his shaft as it emerged and the distended lips seemed positively to cling around its girth,
"Twenty one - twenty two - a little faster now for a moment - let her feel the slapping of your balls, sir. That she will empty them for you I have no doubt," my stepmother said. Her lovely face showed no emotion whatever save that there was a glistening in her eyes that came, as I surmised, from pride in her accomplishments.
He was breathing more heavily now, as the snorts from his nostrils betokened. I had little doubt that he wished to spill already and so did my stepmother for she halted him with his bulbous knob just inside Clarissa's nest and thrust his chin up.
"You will receive now , sir, one cut of the cane as a warning of your fate should you sperm her prematurely."
Oh my goodness, what a yell he would have uttered if he could as Bertha whipped the cane full in across his buttocks. His head jerked further up so that his chin pointed to the ceiling, and his eyes came out on stalks while trying to evade the whippy cane his prick thrust fully up Clarissa's quim and held there tight.
"Thirty-one," my stepmother intoned mercilessly even while his eyes creased up in a grimace and a red streak pulsed across his bottom.
True, she was putting him to his task severely, for the male serf's cock is usually nursed over a period of time until he learns to have it rubbed more and more beguilingly, but without coming save on command. In the first weeks of disciplining, the male is not permitted to come at all and so learns that the hand that soothes him is also the one that masters him and which he must obey, whether it is nursed in the palm, urged up the female bottom or sheathed in a clinging cunny.
I will not, though, detail the sweet agonies of Clarissa's guardian at any greater length. No man could have wished to reach the post more urgently than he.
"FIFTY and NOW!" came from my stepmother whereat, the tendons on his neck straining violently, he brought Clarissa's bottom to smack against his belly and injected his tribute in long throbbing spurts of such abundance that both of them quivered and rubbed together for ages before his dripping prick was finally withdrawn, whereat Bertha gave him no time for settlement but simply led him out.
His task was done. I saw the meaning of it then better than any words that might then have been uttered to me. The whole role of the male had changed before my eyes. Such food for thought is rarely given to a girl of my then young age.
Immediately his steaming weapon was withdrawn, Clarissa sank down and wriggled on her belly where she lay supine. At that, my stepmother raised her fingers to her lips and motioned to me to withdraw. I did so, but lingered at the door, hearing murmurings and kisses.
"Yes, if you want," I heard Clarissa say and then came a rustling of clothes and I guessed that my stepmother was undressing. It was a full three-quarters of an hour before they reappeared, both looking cool and faultless in appearance as my stepmother ever intends after such an event. As to my brother and Charlie, Bertha had tied them up back to back in the potting shed, nursed their cocks, and then left them so. They were more severely in training now.
Clarissa's guardian sat transfixed and knowing not where to look, being completely attired and unbound, so free to move.
"You may escort Clarissa back now, but you will return within two days so that I may hear what she has to say. Kneel, cur, and kiss the toes of her shoes as a token of your obedience!"
There was a moment's silence, as well may be imagined, and then he stepped forward to his 'ward' who now looked utterly demure.
"My dear..."he began.
"You were not summoned to speak, but to obey, sir!" snapped my stepmother who made such a small, menacing movement in his direction that he fell to his knees upon the instant and, raising the wide hem of Clarissa's dress, laved his mouth greedily over the polished toes of her shoes. Feet slightly apart, she did not stir.
"You may have him kiss your thighs before you retire tonight, Clarissa. He will kneel to do so but his lips will attempt nothing else."
"Yes," was Clarissa's quick response. She stepped back smoothly but quickly then, causing his mouth to fall upon the carpet so that with the most foolish of expressions on his face he rose awkwardly and stared as though lost from one to the other.
"You may go," my stepmother told him distantly, "Follow three paces behind her at all times."
"Of course." He stumbled and sought rather humbly to meet Clarissa's eyes but she had turned away and swept in ladylike fashion into the hall.
"Another convert!" my stepmother laughed as their carriage departed. My mind , however, was on other matters.
"What did you mean about Sarah?" I asked, whereat her eyes took on a different look.
"She is to be put to the cock in a manner which will teach her the best of lessons," I was told, but could glean no more from her.
















