“Be quiet, Sarah, now-did you not hear?” I asked.
“Silence, Clara!” I was admonished, and properly so. Such events are ceremonies proper and should not be interrupted. Despite our stepmother’s stare, I stroked Sarah’s hair. Her sobs were low and pitiful, yet came not from the heart, but broken pride. Robert gave a little jerk and a twitch and was scolded, though gently I sensed that Sarah was gripping him tightly. It was an excellent preparation for what she was to receive when her pleasure finally mounted-not then but later on when she would allow herself to be mounted. The present, febrile jerkings of her bottom were insufficient to dislodge her brother’s cock and this she finally learned and buried her face with a great sobbing sigh till all was still.
“Yes, my beauty,” our stepmother breathed at her then, and as if in approbation.
Not fully understanding the purpose of what she had called “dipping,” I waited then for what seemed to me the utterly desirable moment when both pricks would be fully sheathed in the girls’ bottoms-but it was not to be. They were but being given a “taster,” while as for the males this was a discipline. A hint of promise lay therein, yes, but in all it was to keep them thoroughly obedient to the Mistress of their fate.
Even so, my stepmother allowed them to remain so embedded for another long minute, their thighs quivering much and their eyes quite agonised.
“Out now, slowly, and down with you again!” she then commanded, and with the most haggard of expressions and thickly-waggling weapons they obeyed, the process of uncorking bringing a soft “Oooh!” from both Sarah and Clarissa. “Up now, girls!” my stepmother said then almost merrily and much as their legs, too, quavered, they were doubtless glad to, though would not have turned about to display anew their furred nests to the males had they not been swiftly smacked and brought around.
The face of Clarissa’s supposed guardian was of course a picture to see in all this, but no one really paid him heed, and as Robert and Charlie sank upon their backs upon the floor again, so Bertha magically produced two pairs of drawers which, being thrust into the hands of my sister and her companion, they all too gladly put on.
“You have seen the males queened and perhaps by now know the purpose of it, or if you do not your minds will come to it soon enough,” they were told. “You may now take greater pride in your femininity than you have done in these past minutes. You, Clarissa, go down on Charlie even as Bertha did. Sarah-you will teach your brother a similar lesson!”
Both girls stood frozen for a moment, though left free to move. Perhaps some semblance of understanding came to them then, for it was my sister who moved first. The psychology of it then made itself better understood to me. The male had taken advantage of the female, and though he had been bidden to mattered not. Now the female could reassert herself. So my thoughts spun as I hoped Sarah’s would, too. Reaching within a foot of our brother who lay biting his lip and trying to outstare the ceiling, she appeared to hesitate but was spurred on by the quite gentle voice of our stepmother saying, “Yes, Sarah, NOW Sarah.”
Her shapely form wobbled a little as with a constrained look on her lovely face, she placed one foot over Robert’s body and then, as if casting a beseeching look all around, sank slowly down. Urging herself awkwardly upon her knees, she gritted her teeth slightly and threw her head back as one might in appealing to unseen angels of deliverance. She could not help but be thinking still of his prick in her bottom. The sensation would still be there, both shaming and exciting her. Would she now take the revenge that was offered her?
At that moment Clarissa, being firmly taken in hand by Bertha, was being carefully positioned. Her knickered bottom hung like a full moon over Charlie’s face, but neither yet had touched.
My stepmother and Bertha saw to it that they did. “When a girl learns to queen the male and does it thoroughly and well and with a sense of satisfaction, she is more than halfway there,” my stepmother told me afterwards, saying that it was a moment of crowning glory to be achieved, whether with a stranger or one’s kin. Indeed, she demonstrated it upon me so that I knew for myself the sense of utter submission in being so imperiously smothered by that fleshy globe.
“Sometimes,” she told me, “they first take the scent of you that way and will follow ever after at your skirts with their tongues lolling like eager hounds.”
“Are they allowed to put their tongues up?” I asked.
“Only when commanded to, Clara. To do so otherwise is to call down punishment upon themselves. The wearing of drawers is a sign of contempt and of protection. The thicker that garment is, the greater the punishment, particularly if the female keeps her bottom as cool as possible before going down on the male. Should she wish to excite him and frustrate him the more, she will wear the thinnest possible drawers and make sure that she has been well seated on a chair beforehand and warmed her orb so that the effluvia of her cunny and bottomhole comes the more pungently to his nostrils. There are variations, of course, but you will learn these in due course and may even invent a few yourself.”
I became eager to, yet at this moment now I was watching my sister’s bottom as, by sudden pressure of our stepmother’s hands on her shoulders, it was plumped down firmly on Robert’s face-she enjoining him fiercely to keep his mouth closed and his tongue in.
“Pmfffff!” I heard from him the while that the deep colour spread up into Sarah’s face and she wriggled inanely as though to get up, until my stepmother stilled her and bent and whispered something in her ear at which Sarah bit one corner of her lip and obeyed. Clarissa, being by then well down on Charlie, sat inert, her expression proud as ever or perhaps now even a mite more so than heretofore. Then did my stepmother place one leg astride Robert and sit down firmly on his stomach so that she faced Sarah whose lips quivered.
“There, my darling, is that not better?” she was asked quietly. Tears brimmed in Sarah’s eyes, her mouth opened as though she might cry. Our stepmother’s arms enfolded her shoulders tenderly and Sarah’s head sank upon her offered shoulder. “Is it not better?” was whispered to her then, “to have the male under you and not rampant at you, Sarah? Yes, my dearest, urge your bottom down upon him well. Has he not been wicked?”
“Ho, yes!” sobbed Sarah and clung to her, her fingers hooked as though frantically into her stepmother’s arms.
Poor Robert-he was puffing madly, but I could not doubt that even Sarah felt a certain victory in it. Her nostrils flared as his own breathed fire into her bottom, and yet she had him as certainly as a cat has a bird and must have sensed it, while her erstwhile enemy had now become her friend who stroked her hair and murmured sweet endearments to her.
Of course the act of queening produces a complementary warmth between the parties and so cannot fail to stir the female somewhat, though, as I have since learned, she does well to hide her emotions and to concentrate upon the proper disciplining of the male. Thus it was that my stepmother appeared to give not a jot for Robert’s role in this and did not even glance down at him when finally raising Sarah to her feet.
“Come, dear,” she murmured, “we will bathe you now. Clarissa, too. Bertha will see to the males.”
My sister was indeed subdued as was Clarissa who bore a look of concealed wonderment on her face. Upstairs then and to the bathroom we adjourned where both were refreshened. Then did we repair to my stepmother’s bedroom where wine was dispensed and at first drunk in an almost cathedral-like silence. Sarah knew not what to say any longer not how to protest-if indeed she still wished to-while Clarissa, being a guest, was bound to remain quiet.
“You did well, Clara, to obey me,” was said and thus I was made to appear, if not guiltless, then at least in part innocent, for the subtle menace in my stepmother’s voice was patent for all to hear. “Do you then enjoy obeying me?” she asked craftily.