'Clara Birch' - Chapter Fourteen (Part Two)

CLARA BIRCH by Anonymous - Chapter Fourteen (Part Two)



As she did so, I felt Maude's mood change. Her tongue coiled out and answered mine and her bottom writhed. The release for her was delicious, as it ever is, and she could no longer contain her excitement at the brazenness of what she was doing. Gargling the more, Edwin kicked more fiercely but was held. He was all aflood as indeed was the surrounding carpet where it trickled down his chin and from his hair.

"Suck him!" I hissed, quite beside myself with glee.

"WHAAA....AAAART?"

"Do it, Maude!" I, in the prime position, thrust her forward until her face was well down over his erection, seized her nose and, so causing her mouth to open for air, plunged it upon his yearning cock. She snuffled - oh! I held her, though, and, mouth filled as she was, no protest came. Truly my stepmother would not have approved of it, I felt sure, yet such moments of inspiration come to all. Besides, Edwin was coming already, I knew that from Maude's choking sounds and then the thick dribbling all about her lips. Seizing her hair, I drew her up again while yet he spouted twice and then once more. Frustration thus was served and I forgave myself. Maude panted, hung her head back and sobbed. I helped to raise her, legs tottering and stockings wet.

"Go upstairs, Maude, bathe and change," I instructed crisply.

She was only too glad to escape, hot-rushing from the room and blundering into the side of the door while Edwin sneezed and shook the droplets from his face.

"You will STAY," I told him firmly. He was too far gone in mad desire to speak. I could not leave Maude on her own - to do so would have been unwise - and followed her up. In the bathroom she was already removing her dress and wrenching down her soaked drawers.

"I can't believe...!" she moaned.

"Let us have no nonsense about it, Maude. Here, place this bowl beneath you so that the water will run into it. Edwin has learned his first lesson but not his last."

"The shame of it! I do not know what has come upon us - oh woe!"

"How ridiculous you sound! Do you know it? I would help lave you but I will not spoil my dress. All is not saved yet, Maude. I have yet to apprehend the youth and mend his ways. As for your part, you must keep Edwin well to heel."

"I cannot, dare not, and besides Vivian will be home soon."

"Your 'besides' interests me, Maude, for it reveals that you already have a mind to it."

"Clara, you do not comprehend. Once you are gone Edwin will berate me somewhat terrible!"

"Will he indeed! Dry yourself, my dear! Let me powder your bottom. What a magnificent one you have! No - you do not need your clothes, not yet," said I, grabbing up her things and casting them without, at which she waited, extending both hands in foolish pleading - though, as I noticed - she feared to say more then. "Stay Maude," I commanded, much as one might speak to a pet and with that I bounded out, locked the door to her faint cry and descended to release Edwin.

Trousers down, I led him upstairs, he was then forced to stumble for the wrapping of his garment around his boots caused him to.

"Speak not or all shall be revealed of your sins," I told him, by which he could take to mean either what had occurred before his arrival or what was happening now. I unlocked the bathroom and ushered him in. Maude let out a shriek as we entered and endeavoured to cover herself with a towel, but I snatched it from her.

"He will need to dry it himself," said I blandly while Edwin, unable to keep his eyes from her large, firm breasts, bared hips and bottom, was pushed roughly to the basin, there to sluice and wash as best he might, though splashing water all over his vestments as he did. I told him sharply to remove everything, whereat both were naked as the day and, surveying one another with furtive and shameful eyes as they did, I distinctly saw his prick twitch. Indeed, to my profound irritation, he did his best to conceal a nervous grin as, in endeavouring to hide her nubile charms from him by half turning away, Maude displayed to him the ample rondeurs of her well-cleft bottom. Thereupon, to her vast relief and much cupping of hands over her thick pubic bush, I opened the bathroom door and bade her follow me, snapping at Edwin to stay.

"Did you not see the look in his eyes when he perceived you naked?" I asked.

Maude put her hand to her mouth and stared. "He..he is hateful, oh hateful, and you made him put it in my mouth," she blurted.

"There is still time enough to have him reported. Both of you," I said carefully whereat she made to move past me and run into her bedroom but I seized her arm.

"No, Maude, you will listen to me. Have you forgotten what is at stake? Have you?" I insisted.

"N...n...no, I haven't! Oh, what to do?"

"You DO as I instruct, Maude, and take him first in hand. Your stepbrother's virility is undoubted. He must be milked twice a day and given solace once a week."

"M..m...milked? Given solace?" she stammered.

"By drawing the sperm from his stem, my dear, you will profoundly quieten his desires. By offering your own bottom to his cock you will divert him from less manly occupations and pursuits. As perhaps with another youth who will run immediately to the authorities and inform them of his wickedness."

"Oh no, no!"

"What other response could you give? You will be the one who benefits from this, Maude, for have I not warned you that Vivian may go the same way? You, temptress, have disturbed them deeply. Nightly they dream of burying their burning, throbbing shafts in your quim or bottom, and thus do you betray them and drive them through the streets of fearful sin by not appeasing them."

"I had never thought of it - never!"

"If you had not, then fate has ruled. Go, Maude, and bring him to me by his cock. I will show you what to do. Hasten now for I have not much patience left."

"Oh-woh!" The same silly cry and she turned back - I hastening into her bedroom where I sat legs open on the side of the bed. At their entry, and as red faced as each other, I smiled at her.

"Bring him closer, Maude. Why the devil of it, you naughty girl, you have his penis stiff again already! An excellent beginning. Fetch a clean towel and lay it across my lap. Hurry now! And you, sir, stand quite still in front of me."

"If we..." he began feebly the moment that Maude had gone.

"No!" I replied sharply before he could finish. "Be still and be silent! You have no other means of comporting yourself now whether in her presence or mine. Your cock quivers lewdly, though it is scarce half an hour since you last spilled. Ah, Maude, how good you are," I greeted her return. "Spread the towel across my thighs so. Good. Now stand behind him - closer - closer still! It matters not that he can feel your nipples at his back or your bush pressed to his buttocks. All the better, in fact, to bring on his excitement, for you are to deal with him thus each morning and each afternoon. Woe betide him should he disobey. Coil your arms around him now, one hand beneath his balls and the other on his cock."

Maude grimaced, quivered and hid her face behind his back as she obeyed. His loins jerked - for which I had to admonish him - and his features twisted.

"Make him come, Maude," I murmured as at my bidding her fingers began to move up and down his thick tool. "His sperm will fall upon the towel and there be safe."

"Oh, Maude, your hand, your lovely hand!" groaned he. I let him have his say, his little say. It bided him no good, for a certain and sudden ferocity was to be observed in the faster movement of her fingers. Perhaps she wished to get it over or perhaps excitement had risen in her, for such a staff so swollen up and stiff is beautiful to feel in one's warm clasp. A gritting sound came from him and he made to feel behind him with his hands to touch her thighs.

"No! No, Edwin, NO!" I barked at him whereat he wavered, ground his teeth anew, his legs trembling. "Your stepsister has your cock in her hand as she frequently will in order to quell your more libertine desires. For this you will afterwards kiss her feet and thank her. Your lips will then travel upwards to her knees and to her inner thigh, but not beyond. You will know her scent but not her compliance, unless she wishes it. Is that not so, Maude?"

"Yes," came her breathless tone from his back where I suspected her of grinding her pubis into his buttocks. She had passed the bounds of modesty and was fair to be fucked or corked and did, I believe, know it. No female can withstand such temptations for long when the male becomes submissive.

"Stop, Maude!"

My cry was sudden and unexpected to myself. It had come upon me that he was too easily come by his pleasures. It was a practice my stepmama also followed. "See how haggard their eyes become when their sperm is not let loose. They are as ravenous dogs and should so be treated," she told me several times when 'withholding grace' from Robert, Tim, Papa or Charlie and sending them upstairs with cocks still stiff.

The look she described and which I had often seen was apparent to me in Edwin's eyes. Maude's hand seemed reluctant to cease its massaging, but she did, while he - uttering a moan - beseeched me silently, all in vain.

"It is too soon," I declared simply.

"Ah, what agony you put me through between you! Have I then deserved so much?" groaned Edwin.

"Has not every male?" I responded sharply and to the surprised awe of Maude who I believe was becoming not unaccustomed to her state of nudity in his presence. I spied then upon a chest exactly what I wanted - a pair of long kid gloves and a kerchief. One of the gloves I seized, commanding Maude to hold Edwin tight which she did by winding her arms rather lovingly about him from the rear.

"My God, what are you at now?" he gasped.

"A simple sheath to tame your impetuosity, " I said and with that slipped the sleeve of the glove down over his rampant cock which, to my satisfaction, it covered fully. Then, gripping it tightly about his unbending stem, I wound the kerchief about and tied it in a knot. How comical and how absurd he looked with the fingers of the glove dangling limp! Despite my suppressed hilarity at the spectacle, I saw a purpose in such binding and covering of the erect organ and quickly determined to use it in future.

"Turn him and stand him in the corner, Maude. He will pay a penance thus," said I.

"I beg you no! Let me dress and have an end to it!" came from Edwin, but I would have none of that. He was a strong enough man and did he not have some semblance of a gentleman in him still, could have pushed us both aside and made his retreat then, scorning my threats perhaps to expose him.

All was too late for that, however. He had tasted Maude, had seen her naked, had been fondled by us both. He was as a youth whose Mama and sister play naughtily with him and then spank him and make him hope for more.

"Half an hour and you will be seen to, Edwin," I said not ungently as he was urged somewhat like a recalcitrant schoolboy indeed into a corner by the wardrobe and there made to face the wall, head bowed and penis bobbing stiffly in its sheath. "Put a robe on, Maude," I then instructed and she, glad to be able to cover herself at last, obeyed.

"Maude!" came Edwin's frantic cry as we went out but I would not let her turn back.

"I want to dress," moaned she while I bustled her downstairs.

"You have to see to him, do you not?" I replied crisply, whereat she did her best to hide a nervous grin.

"I did not know he was so bad," she murmured foolishly. "Oh, but do not go, Clara, for I will not know what to do."

"You fool! He has you in his very balls by now. When I have departed, there is no need to tell him so. Keep him standing as he is, remove his sheath and with quick fingers bring him off. Let his sperm bubble over your fingers, Maude, and you will hear his groans of satisfaction well enough. Aye, and of devotion!"

"You think so? But what of Vivian? He may come upon us at any moment."

"Then you must treat him equally so. Do you wish ever to remain a simpleton and for me to read you all your lessons?"

"V...V..Vivian is my brother, though!"

"His prick will throb no less stiffly for that, my dear. Set him to housework - make him do your bidding. Have Edwin ever empty his purse before you. Keep them in control. This is the way of modern Woman with her males."

"Do...do...do you do so, then?"

"It is not for you, Maude, to question my ways. Perhaps it were best that you saw to Edwin now while I am here. I shall not accompany you. Go- do it!"

"But, Clara, will you not..."

"Go, Maude, upon this instant!"

Robe floating all about her she was gone. Positioning myself at the foot of the stairs I listened. In her fervour or her nervousness, she was quick enough about the matter. Edwin's groans and cries came clear to me. In a moment Maude descended again, her expression a daze, her hand exceedingly sticky.

"What a lot he comes!" she murmured as though to herself.

"Are you not Mistress of your domain?" I laughed and , drawing her to me, tied her robe about. Even so a sense of douleur seized me. I could no more control affairs in the next twenty-four hours than I could fly to the moon. For all I know she might confess her own actions as sins to Edwin and be berated by him. In her then tearful state she would be fit prey for his wicked tool and would no doubt have him well sheathed up her that very night while Vivian palely loitered, as it were, and would never be seen to.

To be 'seen to' I might say, was a phrase well beloved of my stepmother and later by myself. It was understood that if a girl had been 'seen to' she had been put under. Few others understood the phrase in its inner meaning and so it could be used in company.

"You will attend to all I have told you, Maude," said I now in departing. She would have clung to me if she could.

"I shall do as you say, yes," she said dolefully, for she wanted me so much to stay. The moment must be taken on the instant, however, or all is lost. Even as I made my exit, Vivian was to be seen approaching on his horse across the field.

"Oh, I have only my robe on!" she exclaimed so foolishly that I could have whipped her then and there.

"Do you need to wear more in order to receive your younger brother?" I asked coldly and then was gone even while her hand reached out to me and one bare thigh showed out between the folds of her peignoir.

"But, Clara!" came her cry, whereat I retreated swiftly down the drive where she could not follow and waited patiently the reining-in of Vivian's steed, he gazing down at me uncertainly, then doffing his hat before he dismounted. Maude stared at us both like a wraith from a distance, peering foolishly from behind the Vicarage door.

"Your sister waits upon you, Vivian. See to her every need - obey her in all respects," said I to his great and gaping wonder, then mounted my pony. I had no intention of seeking out the youth in the matter. He would have been one of several in any event. Taking up the reins, I regarded Maude steadily, daring her to move ere her brother approached. Upon his reaching the threshold, he stared back at me and then entered while Maude held the door.

I had much to tell my stepmother, but also much to berate myself with.

'The Report' - Part Three

"Come on, Maria, I think you're stalling. Let's get this skirt off..and hurry up with the rest."

"Y...y...yes, Sir."




"That's more like it, my girl. Mmmmm like I was saying earlier, if you got a few pounds off your hips and your arse, you'd be quite a looker, Maria. You're not bad as it is."

"Oh please Sir, don't shame me like this!"

"Oh, you don't know what shame is yet....but you soon will! Now kneel up on that chair!"




"Stick that bum out girl...let the dog see the rabbit!"

"Oh please, Sir, this is so embarrassing! Is it really.....AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"

"That one hurt didn't it, Maria. And it will keep on hurting a lot more the more complaining you do. Shut up and take your punishment!"

"Y...yes Sir"




"Oh this is a nice juicy bottom....and it's turning a nice shade of red!"

"You're hurting me, Sir...my bottom feels as if it's ablaze!"

"Good...wouldn't be working otherwise would it! Come on , girl, stick it right up! In fact I think I'll make this punishment really memorable, Maria. Let's have these knickers off!"

"NOOOOOOOO please..they don't hide anything...not my knickers!"




"Then why are you making so much fuss? See that wasn't so hard was it, Maria?"

(Maria sobs wordlessly)

"They don't hide much but they hide everything a modest girl wants to hide....which is why I want them off. You don't deserve modesty!"

"Oh please, Sir, this is awful. I'm showing you everything!"

"Indeed you are..indeed you are," SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH oh God that really hurts!"

"See not so worried about flashing your pussy now are you, my girl. Stick it up ready for the next!"


(To be continued)

'Clara Birch' - Chapter Fourteen (part One)

Another long chapter so Ive split it again



CLARA BIRCH by Anonymous - Chapter Fourteen (part one)



I contrived my expression well upon encountering Maude, affecting sorrow and amazement, but refusing to say anything, despite her questions, until some wine had slaked my thirst.

"What is to do? What is to do, Clara?" was constantly asked. I had slyly, though, though with apparent agitation, loosed my bodice while I drank, for it is ever a good thing to draw the eyes to that which might evoke the better visions such as words confirm.

"I will not bandy words, Maude. You are become a woman of the world now. You have spoken to me of sin. I will tell you what is sin. Do you know Edwin's habits?"

"No, no, I do not. What do you speak of?" She wrung her hands and stared at me. Even in that moment I thought how fulsome her bottom would be to the birch, upon which my own surname is well and truly founded, as it were.

"I passed by the church, there to pray, Maude and saw that - within a vestry or whatever it may be called - such as no eyes should ever see. Shall I tell you plain? There is no other way to it. Edwin had his prick full up a boy's bottom - one of the choirboys I imagine," I said almost languidly.

How she gaped! How she protested yet in vain that it could not be true! Yet such was the tenor of my voice, and so well modulated was it between sorrow and anger, that she could not help but bring herself to accept. Springing up, she paced back and forth, oftimes burying her face in her hands and declaring with many sobs that she knew not what to say, for all the world was topsy-turvy now and no greater sin had she ever heard of. Indeed I am quite certain, despite my titillation of her the day before, that she had no concept of a male weapon being inserted in the fundament and even endeavoured to says o, though in a long and rambling way.

"The Ecclesiastical Court will hear of it, I have no wonder," I murmured as though in uttermost despair.

"What? Oh dear heavens, no! We shall all be ruined and turned out! We have no other place to go," wailed she, and thus unknowingly handed me the key to her future pleasures and her fate.

I waited then until she had ceased sobbing.

"At least there must be punishment, Maude."

"Yes, but not that way, not that way. Oh, he will be unfrocked!"

"I,too, have thought of that, Maude, and would not have it so. Are you not angry - really angry - that such a thing should occur and such a waste displayed?"

"A w..w..waste?" Her jaw gaped. She descended her bottom into her chair again. I pondered the moment, rose and went to her, accommodating myself upon the rolled arm of her seat. I stroked her hair.

"You know of what I speak, Maude - let us have no dissembling. The male should be put only to the female, in whatever wise. I will say of Edwin in his defence but solely this - that his cock has too often been deeply stirred by your voluptuous presence and so in this wicked way he sought to exercise it, or one might almost say exorcise it," I murmured.

"You...you...you do not know what you are saying," she mumbled, her face all red and fingers tight together.

"I know well of what I speak, Maude. Vivian will come to the same fate if it is not prevented. Even the rustling of your skirts makes their balls swell, as I have observed. You have never thought to look. Even so, Edwin must be punished and the matter covered up," I said crisply, knowing well that she wished to be diverted from what I had said of herself and so she greedily seized the point.

"How though - how? The youth will speak!"

"I will attend to the youth, Maude. There is but one way to deal with Edwin now, and that in secret that your future may remain secure. He must be humiliated beneath a woman in such wise as will never make him stray again. You alone can effect this and so save your heritage and your home."

"I...I...I ...would not know what to do. Edwin has always been master and..."

"Shush!" I interrupted her, " he will be no more so. You shall be Mistress of your realm. I can but advise you what to do. Should you fail..."

"Oh-woh, Clara!" sobbed she.

"SHOULD you fail then he will be unfrocked," I continued coldly. "Now I will tell you what to do, so listen carefully and interrupt me not or I shall go hence, will say nothing to the youth, and all will be undone. Well, Maude?"

Her eyes, brimming with tears, came up to mine, but I marked not her sorrow, for I knew rapidly in such matters all moods change. Before the day was out her drawers would be down and she would be panting to the urging of the prick - though this I carefully did not explain to her. Her wonder at my instructions was such that she appeared dumbfounded, yet with the sword of Damocles above her very head she had no way to turn nor any other recourse to seek. Much further weeping and protests came, but I would have none of it, brought her wine and made her drink her fill, one glass, then two, then three that she might be merrier in the matter, as I said.

A trifle blurred by then she was induced to go upstairs while I waited for Edwin's return. He was not too long about it, for which I was thankful. He paled upon seeing me and would have retreated, for I had kept myself quiet in the drawing room. Upon his entry, throwing down gloves and hat carelessly as he did upon a sofa, I sprang up and barred his way back to the door.

"We have much to speak of," I said, coldly.

"My God - Maude!" he choked, believing I had told her.

"She is not your God, though she may yet become your goddess," I replied, which of course cast him into full mystery, so that he ever looked towards the door.

The Edwins of this world are many. Outwardly rumbustious in their ways, they seek to dominate the female kind and so so in multifarious ways, for they are the purseholders as a rule. Even so, it is a most curious phenomenon which I have now often observed whereby their eyes will glitter with a certain interest when they feel the tables might be reversed. Indeed, such is a moment they appear to hunger for and greet with all amazement and no concealed interest and arousal until they find themselves well put down, by which time their fate is sealed.

Thus it was with Edwin, though as for myself I had him at a fair disadvantage. He had nowhere to look and nowhere to hide. I had seen all, even to the protrusion of his stiff penis between the youth's cheeks. The name of the latter I quickly gained. Edwin stutteringly assuring me that he would reveal nothing for the boy had been well rewarded for his 'efforts'.

This confession truly caused my lip to curl. I will not, however, burden the reader with the details of the conversation that followed. The form of it is something that may be guessed. Given a choice between facing an Ecclesiastical Court and my own judgement, I had him on the carpet in ten minutes, hands to his sides and lying on his back. Having effected this - to his great amazement at what was to occur - I fetched a length of rope with which I had armed myself from an old clothes line and, despite his shamed protests, slipped it beneath his back and wound his arms most tightly to his sides. Even the strongest man cannot rise to his feet thus, and so I had him. Passing quietly from the room, I then called Maude down. Ever flushed with the wine she had taken, she descended both nervously and cautiously, but I tugged at her sleeve impatiently, telling her that Edwin had accepted his punishment and that she must therefore give it.

As we entered the room where he lay bound, his head jerked round and his eyes bulged. I had told him nothing of his step-sister's role in this and his dismay was evident. A croaking sound came from his throat but died as I strode and straddled him, my feet on either side of his hips.

"Get down on him, Maude!" I instructed sharply, adding for good measure, "You know otherwise the penalty!"

Her face was a picture, her legs visibly shaking as she advanced upon him, as I had previously told her to and stood nervously with her feet in line with mine and on either side of his shoulders. Edwin closed his eyes immediately, though he would have had a fine view up her skirt.

"DOWN, Maude!" I barked and at that she wavered, wilted and then drew up her dress so quickly that I scarce had time to see her knees before she plumped her knickered bottom on his face and enveloped him in the tentlike darkness of her skirt.

"GLUMP!" came from Edwin. Maude's colour rose to her eyebrows. As usual she gaped.

"Firm down. Wriggle your bottom on his mouth and nose until the latter is up between your cheeks, Maude!"

She gulped, she would have whimpered had I not stared her out. Flexing her bent knees deeper, she settled herself more fully and thus gave her stepbrother more intimate acquaintance with her knickered parts. A gurgling gasp came from him and then a muffled silence.

"He is not to work his tongue up you, Maude," I murmured, the more to make her blush. His arms strove against their bonds, but that availed him naught. Squatting myself down across his thighs, I then held Maude's eyes squarely while I tried the buttons of his trousers. They were not too tight, although already a firm projection rose beneath them. Maude shook her head wildly and would have moved had I not snapped my fingers. Her hand went to her mouth and she stared as then I unfastened them all, groped beneath his coverings and drew out his fine tool. In but seconds, 'neath the warmth and weight of her resplendent bottom as his face was, it rose and quivered in the air, knob rubicund and large.

Maude whimpered, though whether from the sight of it or her sensations on his mouth and nose, I know not. Her eyes became anguished, though I knew not then the true cause of this extra agitation. Her teeth chattered and her arms wavered out to me uncertainly.

"It is nice, Maude. You are in full possession of him," I murmured and toyed once with his monstrous weapon, then let it go. It stuck up straight as a ramrod and a full nine inches long.

"I w...w..w..." she stuttered, her hips working.

I guessed then for the first time at her agitations. The wine had filled her belly and she needed to pee. The anguish in her look grew more, filling me with vast amusement. Should I let her? Stepmama had said nothing of this and yet the punishment would then be dire. Maude squirmed and looked most desperate, which prompted me to rise. Curiously enough, I had no interest in Edwin's prick other than it should service her eventually. Before she could move, for her feet were already shifting, I moved behind her and bore down with both hands on her shoulders.

"Nooooo....nooooo...NOOOOOOOO!!" she whined.

"Yes, Maude, yes!"

"Haaaa-aaaarrr! I c...c...can't hold it!"

"You have the perfect receptacle beneath," I chuckled the while that Edwin's legs kicked up in vain. Had I but known it, the first trickling of her deliverance had already seeped through her drawers and wettened his face. I heard a choking sound from him and drew her face back under mine.

"NA-HAAAAR!" gasped Maude, but all was now too late. Upside-down kissing is quite pleasant as I had discovered in games with Stepmama. My mouth fastened hungrily on Maude's, her cries gurgled in my mouth, and then, with a low gushing sound she pissed full merrily upon her Edwin's face while he, spluttering and jerking, received the golden flood, strained as it was through the cotton of her drawers.

'The Report' - Part Two

"Oh you BASTARD!! That really hurt! Stop it this minute! Stop it NOW!"

"You're quite a mouthy cow, aren't you, Maria. Well I'm not going to stop - not for a long time - and in fact I think it's time you really started to feel this. You've felt nothing yet! Let's get this skirt up!"

"Lift my....you daren't, you dirty swine! I'll tell daddy what you did (tears beginning now). You won't get away with this!"

"You reckon? Well let's see, shall we. Let's get this up."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaah no - pull it down...pull it down!"




"Ah I can see why you were so embarrassed. Those panties don't cover much, do they! In fact, your fat fleshy bottom is revealed for all to see. Too much ice cream and chocolate, Maria - you need to go on a diet!"

(Tears of humiliation now fill her eyes) "You filthy, horrible man. How dare you speak to me like that!"

SMAAAAACK!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahh Oh God!"

"I suggest you shut up, girl, and take your punishment!"




SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

(Weeping bitterly) "Oh please stop, Charles, this really hurts!"

"And we'll have less of the 'Charles' while you are under punishment. Try 'Sir'!"

"Y..y..yes Sir ....Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah my bottom is burning. Please no more!"




"Feeling this, aren't you, Maria! Sorry now that you didn't do your job properly?"

(Weeping unashamedly) " Yes, Ch...Sir, I'm so sorry. I've learned my lesson."

(Chuckles) "Oh not yet you haven't - but you will!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Boo hoo dear God , you'll kill me!"

"Stuff and nonsense, my dear. No girl ever died from a good hiding. Many of em couldn't sit down for a week though!"

"Oh please stop!"

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!




(I've spanked a few girls in my time and they all respond the same. Maria is coming to breaking point. All those airs and graces are long gone. Soon she'll do anything I ask)

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

(Crying pitifully) "Oh please Sir, I've had enough!"

"Not yet you haven't.....but stand up!"

(She struggles to her feet, wiping the tear stains from her cheeks)

"Now...strip to your underwear!"

(Gasps) "Strip to my...."

"And don't give me any arguments or I'll turn your bottom into a furnace, my girl!"

"Y..y..yes Sir"




"Come on, hurry up Maria or I'll have to give you some help!"

"I..I..I'm trying hard , Sir."

"Well try harder. I want you down to bra and pants in 10 seconds!"


(to be continued)

'Clara Birch' - Chapter Thirteen

CLARA BIRCH by Anonymous - Chapter Thirteen


Thus was the first new chapter in my life all but rounded off. To the outer world all would have seemed normal, and indeed did so, for no visitors noticed a change in Papa, Robert or anyone else. But to live in an entirely closed world was unhealthy, Stepmama said, and exhorted Sarah and I to spread our wings, to entertain and to seek out subjects. By day Robert wore his normal attire. At evenings I would have much fun in dressing him up, even to putting him into one of Sarah's corsets which fitted him admirably so that he looked quite adorable in knickerless state thus, stockings taut and tightly gartered, and well-polished shoes.

Sarah, having been prised more out of her shell, would tickle his balls and cock with just her little finger, which she learned well to do, until he had a fine stand, his prepuce drawn back and his knob a-glowing. Even so we monitored our own desires as our stepmother taught us to and would accept the males but once a week, which of occasion made me fret and want for more.

"You shall have more when you have tamed your own subjects," I was told. "The males must not be spoiled, Clara, or they will take airs upon themselves."

I birched Sarah sometimes and she would then respond by coursing the softened twigs across my own bottom until I came up to a fine heat. Such amusements never took place before the males, however, for it was not seemly for us to do so. Even so, they must have silently remarked the glowing heat of our bottoms when we were tapped or tupped or pistoned, or whatever our word might be for the evening. Sarah gradually grew silent when it was done to her and would lay her cheek sideways on a velvet cushion, her eyes wide with wonder as the shaft urged back and forth and only a gentle quivering of her bottom was to be seen. With the cock firm gliding in her she would come and breathe more quickly when she did so, her eyelashes fluttering prettily and her eyeballs rolling up.

"To feather your sweet pussies when you have the prick up your bottoms would be delicious, but you are accepted now as almost the same rank as I in the household and so must not be seen as playthings," our stepmother said, to my own disappointment at least, for Sarah still retained some hesitations. Seeing her apparently incurable in this respect, our stepmother paid her the curious compliment of blindfolding her when, instead of upping her bottom and thus keeping her expression mostly hid, she was put on her back to them which - if our stepmama was feeling mischievous - might be in the drawing-room upon a tiger-skin. To Tim or Papa or Robert it was a sign of uncaring that she was not put out by whoever's prick she received, though that was not really the reason, but it sufficed to allay their thoughts and so kept her 'queenly' in their eyes.

Once or twice our stepmother would make Sarah tipple heartily before putting her down, which was always done in the absence of males, for it was to be seen by them that everything she did was voluntary. My sister would then be arranged prettily on the tiger-skin with her skirt wreathed up and most neatly fanned out on either side of her hips. Her bush was dark and showed beautifully against her snow-white belly. While she lay there with the blindfold on, our stepmother would unbutton Sarah's corsage so that her firmly jellied tits came into view, the nipples then being teased to fiery points. Sarah would then moan and toss for in the meanwhile I, taking a soft brush, would fluff up the mass of pubic hairs and so tickle her with the bristles at the same time. Becoming passionate, she would seek our mouths, but these were refused.

"All your desires must bubble on the cock," she would be told. Thus all her will was required to hold herself still in readiness and anticipation when the male was led in, by which time Sarah's knees were flexed and her thighs straddled so that the pouting of her cunt lips was well in view and glistening not a little from our endeavours. Thus the male would be put down on her, he being ever restrained to thread her well and thoroughly until her bush was well creamed with his come and she would lie languid and satisfied, being allowed her own time in which to get up.

I had taken at this time to writing down thoughts on paper. Not only thoughts, for I attempted also to describe such 'exercises' as above, and found myself a muff at it, or so I thought.

"Show me what you have written," my stepmother asked once when I complained to her of my difficulties. She then sat reading earnestly such a scene as I have here described, with much bumping of Sarah's bottom on the floor and the sweet but breathless look on her face. "It is not as bad as you think," my stepmother concluded at the end of three full pages, " for what you are attempting even the greatest writers have failed in, which is to say how to describe even the conjunction of two pairs of lips or the first meeting of the prick to the cunny's mouth. Such things escape the pen as oil does water. Fret about it not. You have come within good measure of it." Thereat she laughed and added, "I see you have described the crest of your Papa's cock as like a garden bulb nosing into loam - that is most amusing! The desperations of the writer are even greater than those of the painter, believe me, for words do not have colour and are flat. Shall you write more?"

I nodded, for I was a little flattered by her attentions and by her question which plainly directed me to proceed. She then bid me write in chapters and not endlessly - 'all at a gabble' as she said - and hence I did and so have built my narrative on those early efforts.

At this time - so much have I condensed events in this chapter, not wishing to repeat myself - I had reached the age of seventeen and so my titties and bottom, not to mention my pouting slit, were truly worthier of attentions. My stepmother had not added, however, to our entourage, saying that to do so would encourage laziness in myself and Sarah.

"I could bring men and maidens to you both, but I will not, for then you would be like fledgling birds forever feeding from their mother's mouth and never learning to fly," she told us one day, adding that she meant to hold a garden party, and so closely did she run her sentences together that I knew there to be a meaning in it. No sooner had I thought this than she went on: "The guests will be varied but carefully chosen. There will be no merriments, but you are to observe them closely. The rest I shall leave to you."

"Shall we have some of them stay, then?" Sarah asked carelessly.

"Most certainly not. Not, at least, until you have them trained. You must go afield in your endeavours."

"Oh I could not!" my sister exclaimed, "I would be too shy."

"Would you really, Miss? You were not too shy to up your skirts last night. You must pay a penance, Sarah, for that remark and you will not be blindfolded on your next occasion but will gaze steadily into the eyes of your jockey the while he rides you. I will take no comment on that from you and no rebellions. Close your eyes but once during your tupping and I will birch you hard afterwards until you really howl! Is that understood?"

"Yes - oh, perfectly," Sarah exclaimed, her face aflame, and rushed upstairs.

"There is no taming of her, Clara, but no matter. She must be driven more to boldness and will be so, for she ever tries to hide behind my skirts."

"Well, she will come to it," I replied vaguely, for my mind was on future events rather than a repetition of present ones and so I looked forward to the garden party muchly. Of my stepmother's skill in compiling the guest list I will say this - that she chose with great cunning so that while there were many dullards among the arrivals there were a handful who offered what might be called possibilities. Then, as came to me during a pleasant afternoon among the water ices, the strawberries and cream, comprised a young married couple of superior mien, and the local Vicar, his brother and his sister.

Of the married couple, the young woman was called Jennifer, or to give her full names, Jennifer de Vere Lacey. She was patrician in features, of just above middling height and of some twenty-four years. Her figure was splendid, adorned as it was in a fashionable grey silk dress set off by a superb hat with feathers, flowers and ribbons. The buttons of her corsage spanned tightly down between her fulsome tits and I had a true mischief to see her eyes if all of a sudden she were seized and all her buttons were undone. As to her husband, he was foppish in appearance with a slightly drooping moustache and the clear skin of a woman. He shared her slenderness which boded well for his appearance when naked. Seeing me appraise them, my stepmother sidled up to me where I stood in the background beneath an elm tree and murmured, "Married couples can be quite fun, Clara."

Before I could reply, and indeed wondered how she was able to read my thoughts, she had gone to move among the guests, I taking upon myself the role of a watcher. Occasionally I would circulate also to offer pleasantries and see to it that glasses were filled, for in this manner I could better judge the tonality of voices, the shades of expression in their eyes, the way they moved their bodies and their hands, and other things that told me much. In so doing, I fastened upon Maude, the Vicar's sister. She was, at my guessing, of about thirty years, possessing a superb bosom and a small waist, a pleasantly rounded face with full, slumbrous lips and a voice that spoke of timidity.

How strange that I should feel above them all, and yet I did, yet I was as the donkey between two bales of hay and could not choose until my stepmother - sensing my indecision - murmured to me that Maude would be the easier target.

"Why do you think so?" I asked.

"She is a spinster. Think what she must privately suffer in the caves of torment, thinking of cocks and balls and believing herself to be cast aside by life. I know her type. She will have beautiful plump thighs and a very well-furred nest that oftimes seeps desire within her drawers. See to it that they come off, Clara."

"How?" I began, but she was off again, and wisely so for I would never have moved on my own without this urging and prodding of hers. Thus it came about that I inveigled my way into the good graces of Maude and was soon enough to be found visiting the Vicarage. There I learned the true relationship of the trio, for Maude and her younger brother, Vivian, had been adopted in infancy by the Vicar's parents. The Vicar, being named Edwin, received me with a kindness which attached itself visually, as I noticed, as much to the lower half of my person as to my upper. Even so I passed a first frustrating afternoon for Vivian, being somewhat shy, though in his twenty-fifth year, seemed to me a perfect subject as I thereafter told my stepmother.

"Bide your time. Cultivate them. Things do not happen in a flash unless one has them well immured in one's own household," she told me. "Have patience. Maude is ripe to be mounted and will become, I do not doubt, a secret worshipper at the altar of Priapus. Get well into her good graces, that is the first thing. Affect piety, if you must. Become affectionate and you will learn how to turn her."

The challenge thus being presented to me, I spurned it not, and indeed intended to win my spurs, for if I retreated from the challenge of this trio then I would be hard put to test myself again. To get into another friendly female's bedroom is never difficult and this I first obtained by saying that I much desired to help her brush her hair. The afternoon was sultry and much suited to my intent. Being flattered that I had become so loving of her and evidently an admirer, this Maude let me do. When I unpinned her hair I found it lustrous and full and, she being seated before her mirror, I lifted it and ran my fingers through it with a sigh while meeting the reflection of her eyes.

"Why do you sigh, Clara?" she asked innocently - if, that is, any woman can put a question innocently.

"I want to cuddle you," said I and, in so saying, let my hands fall beneath her arms so that my fingers came just under the heavy bulging of her tits. Colouring not a little, she could not bring herself to ask what I was at, save to ask awkwardly and with a little laugh, "Do you? How loving you are! Why do you?"

"Because you feel nice," I responded and with much boldness passed my palms full up under her heavy gourds and felt their fleshiness and weight, at which she blushed.

"Clara, you should not," she said thickly, but a measure of excitement already pulsed in me.

"Are you not told that you feel nice?" I whispered and moved my lips about her neck which I had bared by raising up her hair.

"There is no one to tell me," she uttered and then herself gave a deep sigh as I more openly fondled her breasts and felt her nipples stir.

"They are too discreet and too shy, are they not?"

"Oh? Who?" was her response, but her face was suffused. She began to breathe heavily as my fingertips kneaded her proud gourds with more and more insistence. I soothed her forehead then as one might a child's and felt it damp with excitement. An intense thrill ran through me, for I knew I had stirred her and that she was loathe to rise. Her stool being of the swivel type, I turned her about so that she came half to face me. Without hesitation, I swooped my lips full upon hers and, swiftly gathering up her skirt, felt first her rounded knees and then her thighs, the skin of which was lustrous, silky, smooth.

"I know not who admires you most, Maude - Edwin or Vivian - for their eyes become haunted at the sight of your swaying hips, the bulging of your breasts, your...."

"St...st....stop it!" she moaned and made to twist her mouth away, but having tasted her saliva and passed a little of my own into her mouth, we were closer than she knew. "How can you speak this way, Clara, it is sinful. Oh, what are you at? Oh, goodness, no!"

I had dropped to my knees and, her skirt already raised, plunged my face between her thighs while, all too late, she endeavoured to clamp them together.

"Stop! I will not permit it!" she moaned, yet even so I managed to lever her thighs apart and, scenting the muskiness and feminine odours that lay between, moved my mouth up to her crotch where, beneath her drawers, I felt the mounding of her bush. I pressed to it and sought the lips between, pressing the cotton there to feel her moisture. "HAAAAAAARRRR! Clara! Please stop! You cannot!" she choked. "Oh! I have never done this before! Stop, I beg you!"

One knows when a woman means such or does not. The slight perspiration twixt her fleshy thighs excited me. A screech from her and I had found the bow-ties of her drawers.

"OHHHH..HOOOOO! Clara, no!"

"How I love you," I murmured from my furry haven down there. Already my tongue had moistened the strip of cloth sufficiently to let me feel her lovelips in their splendour. Her hands beat feebly at my shoulders and yet I sensed her weaken. Groping blindly up her hips, I loosed her nether garment so that it sagged about her seat.

I remember ever to this day her strange cries of hope and yet despair. Smaller than she, yet I managed to draw her up, wherewith her drawers fell to her ankles, cramped her steps, and with a low cry she fell backwards onto the bed. Then, like a small tigress, I was upon her. Her gurgled sobs, her moans, went all for naught. Little as she would seeming have me do, I bared her to her waist and found her nest with urgent lips and tongue until she wilted, quivered, and lay still.

"Maude, dear, you have just come," I said proudly while she stared at me with hazy and apparently unseeing eyes. Her bush was sprinkled with her own dew and my saliva, the clump of dark hairs glistening and the rolled lips of her slit most moving to see.

"Wh...wh...what have you d..d...done to me?" she cried and buried her face in her hands.

"Something pleasant, something sweet," I laughed and forced her mouth to mine and kissed her deep. "Did you not like it? Oh, do not pretend you did not, for we all do."

Her long tongue engaged mine at that. For some reason my words appeared to stir her, perhaps because she had desired for so long for someone to say those very words to her, though I believe she would have denied it.

"But how young you are to..to..know such things!" she murmured, startled at her own boldness, yet continuing to allow me to peck upon her lustrous lips. I knew her then to be mine and stroked her bush with seeking fingers that found her oiled innerness and perked her lovespot up until it quivered like a little penis. "I have never been so sinful!" she exclaimed softly in wonderment.

"You silly thing, why not? And besides, that is only a word. Oh do keep your legs wide open for I want to teach you more."

"Why, you naughty thing!" she giggled but being more at ease now and with a little puffiness in her face which showed that she wanted to come again, she permitted me to caress her and stirred her bottom luxuriously as I did so.

"I shall make you very naughty," I replied, and before she could answer, slipped my tongue within her mouth anew, rolling it all around her own until she trembled and clutched me and spilled her salty juices over my hand. Being well-oiled between her thighs by then, I glided my hand under the heavy bulge of her naked bottom and inquired the tip of my forefinger gently around her puckered rosette, making her jump. Indeed, she tried to evade my finger there but I would not have it and, thrusting one leg over hers, kept her pinned, though even with a saucy smile upon my face which fully disarmed her.

"N....n....no, not there!" she mumbled, but her mouth was ever now receptive to my own.

"And why not, pray, if it is nice there? I will make you wriggle, Maude, I really will!"

"Ohhh-woohh!" she choked, for I had slipped the tip of my finger in and held it so. "That is m..m..more wicked, Clara," she gasped.

"Is it?" I smiled, for she was all of a wonder that I knew so much and would do so much at my young age, yet this also intrigued her and perhaps brought her on more quickly than if I had been a full-grown woman. "I do not think you yet know what is nice and what is not," I chided her, though lovingly. Her mouth was open and she breathed gently through her nostrils while my finger eased within her orifice to the first knuckle.

"Oh, Clara, t..t...take it out!"

"I will not. You have to learn. Has Edwin at least ever fondled your bottom?"

"My goodness, no! The things you say! Such improprieties can never be."

A sudden urge came over me at such doltishness and I sprang upon her in such wise that before she knew my intent I was perched with my legs on either side of her shoulders facing her, my skirt up and my knickerless cunt hovering but inches above her eyes.

"Lick me, Maude!" I demanded. Placing my hands beneath her neck I drew her face up until her lips splurged underneath my quim whose moisture of excitement bubbled to her mouth. For a brief moment she spluttered and would have struggled, but I held her firm, for my posture allowed me to do so, and in a trice had my cunny warm upon her mouth. "Your tongue, Maude!" I insisted. She hesitated for an instant, but the effluvia of my pouting sex already inflamed her nostrils and with a muffled sigh she drove her tongue deep within so that I squirmed and rubbed my honeypot all about until her lips and chin were oiled.

To demand and to receive is ever exciting. I tightened my stockinged knees to her head. She slurped and choked and slurped again, her tongue ever working like a small snake within me so that when I spilled I salted both her nostrils and her mouth, but kept her under for a longer moment in defiance until I felt her more submissive and finally eased myself up from her very slowly as though defying her to move.

She did not, but wiped her mouth and gazed at me, all words lost and thoughts a-tumble.

"Wait!" I commanded sharply andwith that stood up and smoothed down my skirt. I wanted to see if she would wait. It was needful for her to, though she did not then know that. Going to the bathroom - for I had learned my way about the Vicarage - I brought a flannel, dipped it in her jug beside her bed and laved her face, soothing her with words and brushing back her hair. Almost like a doll she lay while then I sat her up, her drawers still pendant at her ankles.

"N...n...no one must know, Clara?"

"Know? What is to know?" I turned about and gazed down from the window. We were alone in the house; my purpose was suited admirably. "You are no less than you were, nor I. Indeed we have gained, Maude. What sin or loss is there in that?"

"I do not know. I believe we have been wicked."

So fretting she drew up her drawers, I hearing the sound of her movement but not turning, for it is as well to dismay one's subjects a little in the beginning, and indeed occasionally to do so thereafter.

"You swear you will not tell, Clara?" Her voice was a silly timid quaver.

"Tell Edwin or Vivian that I have had your drawers down? Do you think they have not removed them themselves with their eyes before this? Have they not seen in their hot minds the cleavage of your bum cheeks beneath your skirts, the valley deep between your splendid breasts?"

"Oh! No! You must not say that!"

"Indeed, why not, for it is the truth. Would they otherwise be men? A prick well wrapped in linen, hidden up, is still a prick, my dear."

"Oh, the things you say! I had never thought to hear the like of it!"

I turned. My eyes were sultry and yet not forgiving of her words. "I have pleasured you, Maude, and you have pleasured me. If our cunnies were not meant to be tickled, would they have been made so? How your clitty budded when I fingered you! Will you deny the work of Nature so and its rich promise of eternal bliss?"

"You have me all about with my mind and I know not what to think."

I giggled and deliberately changed the mood. Impulsively I kissed her once again. "It was nice, though," I declared, " and shall be again, for I mean you never to fall again into your old and dried-up ways among the musty books and the household chores."

Even so, my apparent confidence was confounded by what I might do next. True, I could have asked my stepmother, but pride held me from doing so and, upon my return home, she tactfully asked me nothing, save in mischief to say (and perhaps to test my mood), "Do you want to be put up this evening?"

She adored seeing me being plugged or corked and ever said that I looked prettier than Sarah with my smaller and even tighter bottom rounded up and beck well-dipped and jiggling of my tits as the plunger worked within me.

"No," I said moodily and retired early, there to think, though it got me nowhere and I felt myself the architect of my own frustrations. I had arranged to see Maude the next day and she had not dissented - indeed was ready for more, I believe, provided she could be 'forced' to. By some instinct, however, - and such, as I now believe, as fate fashions for us - I went not to the Vicarage straight away but took my own pony and trap to the church. Why I did so I cannot explain save that it was indeed 'kismet', or fate, as my stepmother later opined.

Leaving my pony tethered and grazing by a tree, I walked slowly to the doors and looked all about but could neither see nor hear anyone and so thought my aimless journey to be wasted. Nevertheless, I ventured within, endeavouring not to let the big door latches clang or squeak, and passed down the nave. As I did so the sound of a voice came to me and I halted, rather breathless in my daring.

"Aaaah! Oh please sir!" I heard and the voice was that of a boy and not of a girl. "Hooooo-woooo it is too big!" then came to me and with my innocence long lost the full import of those words struck me like a knell.

I tiptoed forward, hearing as I did a certain grunting and then a voice I knew well to be Edwin's.

"Ha! Oh my sweet boy, is it not not nice, not juicy, not firm? Do you not like it?"

My cheeks reddened. The youth, whoever he was, choked and moaned. I heard the slap of flesh to flesh. Even my neck felt inflamed for there is nothing that I abhor more than congress between males, and this I instinctively knew was afoot. The sounds of lust were all about. Stiffening my resolve, though I wished not to see what I must see, I passed along and opened a side door. There truly did all wickedness meet my eyes. I would fain not describe it save that the untrousered youth was bent over a desk and Edwin's corker well plunged up his nether parts. In my carelessness, however, the iron ring of the handle slipped from my grasp and sounded sharp against the door. Edwin's head jerked up. Full-flushed as his visage was, his eyes encountered mine, his cock stopped thrusting. It sufficed. Quick as a flash I closed the door was gone, and - running madly - sought my own retreat.

That he would not dare follow I felt certain and so, despite my trepidation (which in truth was anger, well disguised), I gained the safety of my trap and quickly rode off towards the Vicarage and the waiting Maude.

'The Report' - Part One

Here's another little 'secretary' picture story. This is a bit longer than the last one. Enjoy :)



"Maria, is this report finished yet? You were supposed to have it ready for 9am."

"I'm sorry, Charles, it's more or less there - just needs topping and tailing a bit."

"You had plenty of time to finish this on time! Give it to me and I'll read what you've done."




"Maria, this is rubbish! You have used out of date criteria which anyone could have got from a newspaper - which is where I suspect you did get it. I told you to research this using the commercial library where necessary. You haven't even bothered, have you?"

"I..I meant to, Charles, just that things came up and...."

"Stuff and nonsense! You had plenty of time if you cut down on your personal phone calls. This is not acceptable!"




"Oh come on, Charles, it's not that bad. You're making a mountain out of a molehill!"

"I am telling you this report is rubbish and cannot under any circumstances be sent out. I'll have to get Jane and Sandra to work on it between them and see if they can salvage something."

"Oh surely that's way over the top! All it needs...."

"....all it needs is some hard work and dedication. Of which you are incapable. I gave you this job as a favour to your father and he told me it was your last chance. You have been thrown out of private schools and any jobs you've tried because you are a shiftless idle cow who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Well I think the treasure trove has dried up, my girl. Your father is at his wits end."

"How dare you speak to me like that! All I need is a chance and....."

"...all you need is a damn good hiding. Which I know your father used to give you when you were younger. It's way past time the dose was repeated!"




"Don't you dare touch me, you disgusting man. You wouldn't dare do anything of the sort. It takes a man to handle me, not a shirt button!"

"Well you are going to be handled right now, Maria, whether you like it or not!"





"You bloody swine, what are you doing ? How dare you do this to me! I'll tell daddy..I'll call the police!"

"You can call who the hell you like but it won't save you! You're getting just what you deserve!"



"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah please that hurts! Stop it at once! This is disgusting! You can't do this to me!"

"I think, Maria, from the sounds you are making, that it's clear I can do this to you....and it's getting through!"

"You stop this, you hear? Stop this right now!"




"Oh I'll stop when I'm ready, my girl, and you've got a long way to go yet!"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah you bastard! Ohhhhhh that really hurt!"

"And it's going to hurt a whole lot more. I haven't started yet!"


(To be continued)

'Clara Birch' - Chapter Twelve

CLARA BIRCH by Anonymous - Chapter Twelve


"Had you but another sister I would have taken triple pleasure," she sighed then as together we walked into the hall and made our way upstairs.

"There will be other girls, though," I ventured boldly and not without a strain of hope in my voice.

"Could you cane or birch one?" she asked me curiously and led me into her bedroom, there to dispense favours.

"Yes, I believe I could, though perhaps at first with your guidance."

"There is a trick to it, Clara - a manner of twisting the wrist so that the cane skims the globe and does not bite too deep, for to allow it to do so would be cruel. The paddle is splendid, as is the strap and the birch. Your sister is to have a taste of the birch tonight. You see this here?" So speaking, she rose and opened one of her two wardrobes. Within stood a fine birch, its twigs still moist, for they should be softened , said she. To use a dry one - save across a knickered bottom - would be cruel. "What a fire it brings to the bottom!" she laughed, handing it to me and allowing me to swish it through the air, which I did with great pleasure, imagining a receptive naked bottom on the end of it.

"Why must Sarah? Did she not assist you?" I asked immodestly.

"You scarce needed to be put to the test, Clara, but your sister does. Robert has mounted her well and creamed her quim, but she will not be truly settled until she has received the same as you. Did I not tell her so downstairs? Yes, even amid your own tribulations you heard that. I shall not belay her hard. Just sufficiently to warm her for the entry of the cock. She will sleep the better for it and already has her nightdress on, I am sure, which will save undressing her. Do you wish to watch?"

I shook my head. It would be unfair to Sarah, I felt, to be spectator to her trials again. I squeezed my bottom-hole and imagined her receiving it. Would it be Tim, I asked naively. My stepmother smiled and shook her head.

"No, dear. She must be exercised in a way that will impress upon her even more the male role in these affairs. I am not sure that she will, though. She is less forward in her understanding than you and may remain a novice for a few weeks yet. You may have to birch her on the morrow, Clara, if she complains."

"Yes." The word escaped me before I meant to say it, and yet I did.

"The tests may occasionally seem to you severe, Clara, and yet you must be assured that I judge them finely. Go and tell her that I wish to see her in ten minutes time. Go on!"

The last words were sharply spoken for I had hesitated. The handle of the birch felt warm to my hand and I relinquished it reluctantly, which she saw well.

"Go on, darling, you will burnish her bottom well tomorrow and that will be good for her - good for you both," she said, more softly. And with that I hastened to Sarah's room where she was just getting into bed and so received my message crossly.

"Oh, I am just going to sleep," she declared, though not meeting my eyes, which was a great mistake for her, for when a thing is done it is done,and when it must be done then it must. Such is my philosophy, guided as it is by caring and devotion and a knowledge of the needs of others which they may not recognise themselves.

"You had best go or she will be cross," I said," but wear only your nightdress, as you are doing, for I do not think you will be kept long and Stepmama said you were to go thus."

"Very well," she replied moodily and sat sideways upon her bed picking at her quilt. I wondered much about what went on inside her head. The sight of her thinly-clad bottom, which was so beautifully round, stirred me and it was as though I felt the birch clasped in my hand once more. Even so, I did not linger but bidding her a fond goodnight went along to my room and then left my door ajar of a purpose.

I knew that I had to listen and felt all tense within. The minutes passed all too slowly. I watched my clock with care, half fearful that Sarah might delay or be late in her going, for I sensed punctuality to be important. How quiet the house was when her bare feet slurred at last along the corridor! I then heard a little cry from her as she evidently entered our stepmother's room and then a slapping sound followed by another cry.

"You have seen it once already, Sarah. It is but a cock and a fine one. Am I to birch you, girl? Will you not kneel up? Come, present your bottom. What a lovely one you have!"

"Oh, d...d...don't, please! I cannot in front of him!"

"What has he to say in the matter - or you? Do you treat this as a mere lewdness of desire, you sillikins?" SWIIIIISHHHH! The birch sounded distinctly, making such a juicy sound across my sister's bottom, and she howled. "Will you have another and another, Sarah? He dare not move nor stir until you are presented up to him. Am I not in command of you both and fully so?"

"Ho, ho, oooh,aaaah, he m..m...mustn't" SWEEEEISHHHH! "AAAAH Oh it burns!"

"And you will do more, Miss if you do not show your bottom better. I will have you here all night until you obey! Had you but learned a lesson from Clara then you would be silent in letting him perform his rightful duty. Come, William, advance a step or two, but no closer. Did I not tell you what a globe she has and the sweet hang of her tits? You are to touch them not upon peril of being birched yourself. She will learn better, perhaps, from taking your prick between her cheeks than any other."

"Blub, blub, blub! - oh, don't let him, please!"

"Once you are corked, girl, we shall have another song from you. Would you disgrace your sex, Sarah? Come, dear, open your legs much wider and push your bottom well out. You want the birch again? There...that is much better."

"Oh Woooh, I shall die from this, I shall!"

"Tush and nonsense! No young woman ever died from it. You are to receive your Papa's cock and sperm up your bottom, my girl, as far as it will go, and merrily he will throb in you, I have no doubt. It is you who are to receive the greater pleasuring, not he. Very well, William!"

"No, no,no! AAAAARGGHHHH!"

"More in, William, more in. Get two inches well lodged and so remain. There! You see how well she opens up for you?"

"Noooo, NOOOOOOOO!! It is too big! Oh Papa, do not!"

"Shush, you little fool! He has no say in the matter. I shall have you birched at breakfast, Sarah, if you continue this disobedience. Very well, William, ease it far full up her now and hold."

"I...I...Julia, I should not! AAAAAHHHH! How tight and warm she is!"

"How dare you speak, sir! Have I not forbidden it? Clasp the fronts of her thighs, but no more than that. I will not have your fingers straying to her quim. Think of her as I have instructed you - not as your daughter but as a Queen of Love - one whom you will henceforth obey in all respects. Now work her slowly, slave, while I fondle her titties, for such is my prerogative."

"GOOOOOO-OOOO-OHHHHH!" A sobbing cry from Sarah. "Oh, woh-woh, it is naughty!"

"Deliciously so, my pet, to have your Papa's cock up your bum at last, and well have you merited it. If you would but be quiet and stately in your movements there would be no need for such fussings. Work your hips gently back and forth to his prick. He is right up you now with every stroke."

"I c...c...can't! I mustn't! OOOOHHH! Oh woh-woh, Papa, take it out!"

"Little hypocrite, how your titties have swelled and your nipples hardened! He will do naught but what I will tell him, nor you. There....your hips surge now a little - that is good. Keep at your workings. Do not be fretful. William, draw out now unto your knob but hold it just within."

"OOOOOHHHH!" A sudden wail from Sarah. I imagined well the impetuousness of her bottom now, despite her cries. There is nothing more taunting than to have the peg full up and then to have it so withdrawn that it throbs and titillates the rosette's rim. Sarah's little petulant cries sounded as though smothered, her burning face - I am sure - being buried in the coverlet.

"Now, Miss, he will hold it for as long as I tell him. An hour even, if I wish it, yes, for the adorable warmth and tightness of your derriere will keep him so. Even though his eyes plead for deliverance he will not receive it, nor you. You wish to wriggle upon it, do you not, but are ashamed to, for it is a luscious feeling, Sarah. Would you break the spell, or stay an hour or so? You have but to speak, Sarah!"

Along silence and then, "Wh..wh..what do you...?"

"Is he not as much in training as you, my pet?"

How well I imagined my flushed sister, corked just sufficiently as she was not to dare to move and in her secret heart all a-quaver lest it be withdrawn.

"You are m...m...making me do it."

Oh what a silly answer, I thought, and felt quite enraged with her. At first I thought our stepmother to be overdoing things, but now I knew better. Sarah really was the greatest sillikins of all.

"Very well, you shall stay thus - both of you."

"Oh-woh!"

"J...J...Julia!" from Papa.

"Have I not told you to be QUIET, sir? Do you not know your place here? You are but the provider of her pleasures, did she but know it. A heel on the back of your neck would suit you better than this posture. Keep it in - just in! Now, Sarah! Well, Miss?"

"Wh...wh..what?"

"It is for you to command, you fool! Would you be here all night and turn a majesty of movement into farce? Bring him to conclusion. Speak!"

"I d...d...do not know what you want me to say, Mama."

"Mama, indeed! Well, that is a little better, Sarah. Your bottom pulses deliciously with his prick up you, and well you know it. Be bold in your commands, for they shall be no less than that. Ordain him to effect six strokes in you - full within - and to come."

"HAAARRRR! Oh! P...P...P..."

"Do not stammer, girl! Out with it! Sheathe his cock yourself, if you will, for I permit that. Six long, firm strokes and then you'll take his sperm."

"P...P...Papa! Do it!"

"No, Sarah, that will not do, girl. Enunciate clearly your desires, and let us have no pretence that they are other than that. WELL?"

"Oh-ho-ho!" Another silly little sob from Sarah whom I could not help but think was truly enjoying having that swollen plum nestling so securely in her hole, for it must have been pulsing fiercely, as though all the time seeking re-entry and fulfilment. "S...s...six strokes, Papa, and then c...c...come!"

"Jooooo-ooooh-lee-AAAAHH!"

Never had I heard my stepmama's name so expended as with one long groan Papa commenced his toil. Indeed I felt a trifle sorry for him that naughty Sarah had kept him so long about it - though I was to learn better in such matters later on.

"MA-MA!" from Sarah, for the slap-smacking of her bottom to his belly was fiercer than before. The gasping of their breaths sounded and the bedsprings sang. That she was truly being plugged I rejoiced in and felt as though I were receiving every stroke myself, so juicy were the sounds. "LA-HARRR!" she sobbed then and to a deep groan from Papa I knew his come was spilled, or jetting up her deeply as it must, for though I describe her cries as sobs they were other than of despair but of a pleasure she could not conceal and I imagined her round silky bottom ground full into him as the delicious pellets of sperm anointed her, for then came a shuddering sigh from both and a moment of trembling silence.

"Withdraw, William! You have done your duty. To your room, sir!"

No sooner did she speak than was obeyed. I heard the shuffling of his feet and he was gone, his bedroom being that adjoining hers and in the direction opposite to my own so that I had no need to hurriedly close my door.

"Well, Sarah?" I then heard and then the distinct sound of a kiss. "Was it nice? You may answer truthfully, for he is gone. Were you not well served? Have no secrets from me now."

"I don't...Yes."

The confession being wrung from her, another kiss sounded.

"You have been well reamed, Sarah. You have become a woman now, even as Clara. I wish you not to have shyness in such matters but to put yourself up boldly, though rather at your own wish than mine. A male slave may caress you, if you so command, but otherwise will merely be of service to you - or as we say - will service you. The longer you keep them about it, my love, the greater your own pleasure will be. Do you not feel nicer there, despite your howls?"

"Yes...but I should not. Oh, to think it was my own Papa!"

"Why, you silly, at the very mention of your bottom and your titties, his stalk has risen ere this. I have kept him long and in great suspense for this moment. Were you to go naked now to his room, what do you think would happen?"

"Oh, I don't know - I must not think of it."

"Indeed you must, and most precisely. He would obey your every command - not fall upon you, cock stiffening, as you foolishly imagine. Ask him to merely kiss your bottom and he will. Anxious as a dog awaiting an offered biscuit, he would kneel to you."

"He would not want to do it to me again if you were not here?"

"Oh, how you miss the point, indeed! No, he would not, nor dare to. Put a halter round his neck and lead him to your boudoir and there he will do your bidding. Have his cock stiffen, if you will, and merely toy with it, then send him away."

"I c..c..cannot imagine doing it!"

"You will. It is pleasant to play with the males, Sarah. They, too, take pleasure in their own frustrations. If you are not Queen now of your realm, you are at very least a true Princess. Lie on your back now, dear, you will soon come again to the touch of my finger. Did you not come when he was up you? Tell the truth!"

"Yes! B..b..but with my Papa, oh!"

"It matters not who, Sarah. You will limit yourself to none, will bind yourself to none. Only be imperious and less hesitant and you will find your way, as Clara has already done and she by precepts rather than example."

"Has she not done it before,then?"

"Not before tonight, no, and has yet to have her cunny creamed, though needs me not to administer to her in that. Learn from her thereby, and you will profit much even though she is younger than you."

"I do not want her to make me do things though."

"She may or she may not. It depends on your comportment and behaviour. Be neither sullen nor uncommunicative. Speak quietly at all times and follow your nature. I believe you know it a little better by now. If you do not, I shall have you exercised regularly until you are come to the proper way of things."

"I...ooooh! You are m...m...making me come again....I shall try!"

"Until you learn to control those nearest and dearest to you, Sarah, you will come to nothing. This is the secret of it. Regard your Papa and Robert with distant love and use them to your own desires. Be stern, be cool, and be commanding and we shall soon have things better ordered here."

"Yes, all right.....haaaaar!"

"There, my sweet, you will sleep all the better for it. I confess that the sight of you two has stirred me not a little. Have Clara bring Robert to me."

"Yes."

Sarah's voice was dutiful. In but a moment or two she knocked upon my door, which pleased me, for normally she would have just burst in. I answered politely for her to enter and pretended to have dozed.

"Mama wants Robert taken to her," she uttered breathlessly.

"Very well," I replied languidly and got up, stretching myself, attired as I then was in my cotton nightdress. "You will have to help me get him ready," I declared, for a sudden sense of mischief had come upon me.

"I?" She started back, but I stepped forward and clasped her to me. Our bellies came warmly together and I could feel her springy bush against my own.

"Is it not nice to be naughty, Sarah?" I murmured and kissed her neck. She hid her face and trembled.

"I dunno," she mumbled. I felt stern and, seizing her hair, dragged her head back. With my free hand I felt into her bottom and, pressing the cotton close between her bottom cheeks, felt a dampness there, a stickiness. She wriggled wildly and grabbed at me as though protectively.

"He has been right up you and come in you, hasn't he?" I asked.

Her mouth wobbled. "Oh, Clara!"

"Hasn't he? Has he got a big one? Did you press your bottom into him as he came? Did you see, Sarah?" There was a pause and her fingers tightened into my shoulders. "Sarah," I said quietly but with steel in my voice, "you are aware, I think, of the responsibility Stepmama has delegated to me for our well-being?" Sarah's face reddened and she merely nodded. "Well, " I continued, "I shall birch your bottom in the morning if you do not tell!"

"Boo-hoo! Yes he has got a big one. Oh, Clara, all the things you make me say and do!"

She was still at that song, I thought with annoyance, and may be ever would be so. Some young women are ever secretly rejoicing in their naughtiness and, once tickled and teased and birched, allowing their drawers to be pulled down, they ever wish to be overcome. Reluctant as she was, I drew her along into Robert's room where he lay waiting in his stockings, shoes, chemise. His prick lay thick but inert over his balls. A sense of wonder was in his eyes at the sight of both of us in our nightdresses. Before he could move - if indeed he intended to without instruction - I had clamped my hand firmly over his mouth.

"Bring him up, Sarah," I commanded.

Her hand wavered and then reached out as in turn she bent over the bed, lifted the limp worm of his tool and began massaging hesitantly until I spoke to her sharply and told her to look me full in the eyes while she did it.

This she obeyed, face flushed and lips rather prettily apart. Having done her duty, Sarah was sent back to her room while I took our brother into Stepmama's room. I knew well enough what she intended. Within minutes, Robert lay groaning and hissing his pleasure between our stepmother's thighs which she kept wide apart, lying upon her back. The oiliness and clamping of her cuntlips was delicious to see around his stiff weapon. Raised up as he was told to be on his forearms, Robert was not allowed to kiss her or otherwise touch her. Eyes haggard, he stared down at her swollen tits, for she had discarded all save for her corset and stockings. Her thick brown nipples burgeoned to him, but were forbidden to his lips. He grunted as he worked her, but she lay inert, a dreamy expression upon her face. Now and then her bottom would give a little jerk as his balls smacked into her, but her eyes were pools of mystery, hazing over only when she came, which she did a full dozen times, I swear, for his slowly-ramming cock glistened the more with her every libation.

"Not yet, Robert, not yet," she said, again and again when his breathing grew coarser, for she knew every sign of the male's impending spills. Thus she kept him at it, finally raising her beautiful legs and drawing them full back as she commanded him to come and he did so, quivering and shuddering, till every drop was spilled, absorbed,sucked in.

"Off with him, Clara - he is spoilt," she uttered when at last it seemed he would sink down on her, though straining every tendon not to do so.

His cock dripped as I drew him out and led him stumbling back to what she thereafter frequently called his 'cell'

"You are a good boy now, Robert," I murmured to him and sat him on the bed like a child until I had him undressed and put into his nightdress which was an old one of my own. "Get into bed," I told him and he did so, huddling up and with his back to me.

"I w...w....want.." he mumbled.

I, halfway to the door, turned and asked sharply, "What?"

"To...to...to d...d...do it with you," he said and hid his face.

"You know you may not say such a naughty thing, Robert, you KNOW you may not!" I told him and waited for his reply.

"Yes, I know," came his whisper.

"Do as Mama tells you and we shall see," I said and then went out, myself all a-tremble, though he knew it not.