“You wh… wh… whipped me,” Sarah moaned as though in blank astonishment still that such a thing could happen.
“And shall again if you are wilful. You see now how I have spurred you to fulfilment? You are in course of training, as soon Clara shall be. You will play filly to the stallions, my love, receive the libations from their throbbing cocks and learn to handle them at will.”
So saying, our stepmother smothered Sarah’s mouth with her own and, gliding one slim hand down her belly, commenced to play her fingers amid her curls. Sarah spluttered, choked and gasped-might even have wrenched her lips away had the hand not been insistent.
In a moment she quivered, straightened down her legs, and spilled her juices out anew.
CHAPTER FOUR
I have begun drawing Sarah over the hills and plains of understanding,” said my stepmother a little later, having left Sarah quiet and huddled up upon her bed. “Do you understand?” she asked.
“She will be whipped again, you mean, if she does not let someone do it with her?” I countered naively.
“It is not so simple as that-not so simple by far, my pet. You were willing to attend to her. I am doubly pleased with you at that. Feuille de rose… did you hear me say that when I entered? It means the pointing and luring of the tongue around the nether orifice that Nature intended for our pleasures as much as our cunnies. However, that is a diversion. Such subtleties will come to you better later. As to your ‘someone,’ that is precisely how it must not be. You have seen now Robert twice in rampant state. How easy it would be for me to satisfy him, to draw forth the spurting juice from his cock. Ah, you blush-but that as you well know by now is the major purpose of his tool. Men stride about the world like conquerors. Women are docile to them when they should not be.”
“Oh, but you whipped poor Sarah in front of him and now he will lose all respect for her,” I objected.
“Why you sillikins, could I not have let him have her if I wished? It is far from my intention to degrade my own fair sex. My purpose is to uplift and make them strong. Scarce a man lives who is not a schoolboy at heart and who does not wish the forbidden sight of skirt uplifted, drawers at droop. Some are fondlers and others sniffers. They behave indeed like dogs on heat. As for girls, they know not how to comport themselves and believe that in order to please the males they must surrender to them, bear their children and become haggard and unlovely in the process. You mark what I am saying, Clara?”
I nodded and again felt awed. She knew well enough that I was imbibing her every word.
“The mastery of males begins-mostly oddly perhaps to your mind, my sweet-with the mastery of females. Only another female may set herself to this task, for otherwise a male would merely wreak his will upon her and then pass on to others. A girl thus must be taught to receive the cock while the male himself is seen, observed, controlled. At first she may be in a perfect frenzy at it and buck truly like a young filly when his prick is to her. This inspires her in turn with a certain disdain of the male, though his weapon itself may have given her final pleasure. In arranging matters thus I bring the male to certain subjugation-performing as it were the role of his Mama whom he reveres and scolding him for his sins while yet occasionally ensuring that he commits them. For such commissions of sin he is punished and knows he will be. He is like a little boy for whom the pantry door is ever held ajar, so all is tempting to his view.”
I found myself wriggling. “Have I… have I got to do this?” I asked nervously.
“Of course,” she replied crisply, “what else? I shall bring you through fire yet, and you will thank me for it. Should you of course prefer to live a dull life such as Society has in store for you…”
“Oh no!” I interjected.
“Well then,” she smiled, “matters are settled. Once you have a long, thick stiff prick nestling in your pussy or buried ‘twixt your cheeks, you will know well enough the pleasure of it. Moreover you yourself will learn to control the male-that is to say, the number of thrusts he affords you and how steady or fast they may be, for all is designed to afford the maximum of pleasure to the female. He, poor worm, slumps limp afterwards and can do nothing more whereas the female, glowing with health and voluptuous desires, may take another and another at her will. That is the secret of our supremacy, Clara.”
All was new to me and yet I understood, or if my understanding was not comprehensive then at the least I believed her every word.
“A demonstration will suffice better, dear. Wait here upon my bed.”
With that she bustled out and long minutes passed. Some inkling of what she might be about stirred in me and I fain would have run. Indeed I started up but then sank back upon the bed whereupon a curious lassitude seized me and I felt as I did when lying in a meadow in the sun, toying with buttercups and having not a care in the world. Even when my stepmother entered again-alone-I did not stir but ruffled my head into the pillow and smiled at her with a sweet pussycat look as she afterwards said.
“Draw your skirt up beneath your bottom and take your drawers off,” she told me.
Such was my mood that I obeyed without question and even mischievously spread my legs the better to show off my slit at which she laughed, asked me to sit up with my back against the headboard and to draw my knees up a little.
“Stay now,” said she gently whereat I was all of a bubble at what was going to happen and braced my feet into the coverlet. Then she turned about again and was gone, but this time more briefly for when the door reopened it was to admit herself followed by Robert and Bertha.
Oh my heavens, what a sight! The upper hallway must well have been cleared of servants and he prepared in secret quiet. For my brother wore only his shirt which at the front was tucked back so that his erection was in full view. Seeing me in an apparent state of readiness he blushed deeply and might have retreated had not Bertha given him a push and closed the door. The greatest of my amazements however derived from the fact that around his neck was a thick and studded dog collar to which was attached a leash that Bertha held. Some sound escaped my throat but it was scarcely coherent.
“Be still and be quiet, Clara,” my stepmother said briskly as though to infer to my brother that I had no option other than to obey. For all he knew perhaps I had been whipped as Sarah had been. I was thus in a sense excused in his eyes, though he had seen me well enough as a watcher in the summerhouse.
Stepping in front of and to one side of him, Bertha gave a tug on the leash and drew him forward so that his bare knees bumped the side of the bed and his balls swung. My stepmother stood with arms folded near the head of the bed and close to me.
“Up with you, Master Robert,” Bertha said.
I felt he must have been coached in this, for somewhat awkwardly-and not apparently being allowed to use his hands whereby to lever himself up-he got upon the bed on his knees so that one of his legs nudged mine, making me start.
“Open your legs more, Clara,” came from my stepmother.
I gulped and obeyed. Clearly I was making room for my brother who by various murmurings from Bertha and tugs on the chain was brought in closer to me, but not so much that our bodies touched. I in a half-reclining position found my eyes level with the bulbous crest of his cock and saw more clearly than ever how the faint blue veins stood out upon the noble column of flesh. Bertha then moved behind me and at such a distance that the leash was taut, so preventing him, as I divined, from jerking forward.
“Now, my love, you are about to see in a matter of minutes how the male is pleasured, how brief that pleasure appears to the females-though I may say that I believe it to be intense-and how he is enfeebled afterwards. Robert-you will not move now, sir, or I shall have your buttocks made redhot.”