With that, my stepmother placed her hand upon Clarissa’s head and gently urged it down, the better to see her bottom mounding up. “This is agreed between us, is it not, my darling?” she breathed, whereat Clarissa nodded as blindly as might be. Her hair having been loosed of all its pins, virtually naught of her profile was in view on either side. In the superb thrusting out of her bottom and the displaying of her figlike quim, which both combined with her sleekly stockinged legs and smooth, dipped back, she appeared as a totally anonymous symbol of supreme femininity. How dearly would I liked to have licked up between those ivory-smooth cheeks and then sought the moist bouquet beneath!
“Put him to her then, Bertha, and may he have marked well what I have said,” came my stepmother’s words while the cane moved menacingly in her hand.
Bertha cackled and, even from beneath the gag he wore I could hear a coarse croaking sound as the plumblike knob of his penis was brought close to the pouring lips of Clarissa’s quim. For an eternity it seemed to hover there, my stepmother placing the palm of her hand gently between the young woman’s shoulder blades, then-to an upward jerking of her guardian’s chin-the swollen crest was nosed between the rolled lovelips, causing Clarissa to jerk a little and utter a moan. Mouth open-as if I wished to absorb the succulent male fruit myself-I watched it urge within, the pulsing stem being severely controlled in its forward motion by Bertha’s ringing fingers.
“Zooo-oooh!” came from Clarissa, but the sound was quickly bitten back, for which I much admired her. In such circumstances of control, there are few more enervating sights than to see a long, thick, erect penis entering a female’s honeypot. The lips of Clarissa’s cunny urged apart, like two small waves that encounter the prow of a boat. Her fingers clenched and her nose buried itself in the counterpane.
“Half in and hold!” my stepmother said and with that Bertha with her free hand pinched his big buttocks and so made him give such a start that Clarissa received a full four inches of his cock, her cunny becoming even more distended while her hips waggled rebelliously, but at a soothing of my stepmother’s hand were bravely still again. Her guardian’s legs trembled mightily, his thighs resembling small treetrunks and his calves quivering.
“She’s going to be lovely at it, m’am. I knowed it the first time I saw her. See how still she is, how nicely she comports herself.”
This from Bertha, of course. From my stepmother, a mere nod, as though it was what she had expected of her pupil all the time.
“Let him proceed,” she murmured. “Take the cane, Bertha, and station yourself behind him. I shall begin the count… ONE!”
“Feee-oooh!” came Clarissa’s muffled hiss as now the big banana of flesh sheathed itself slowly in her quim until his balls hung down beneath her curls.
“two, sir!”
Out it withdrew, and with full majesty until the knob hovered almost beyond the figlike entrance and then drove up again.
The knuckles on Clarissa’s hands distinctly whitened, but my stepmother was scarcely watching her as such. Having full faith in her, as it seemed, she monitored such tiny signs of Clarissa’s hip movements which might seem to have indicated that she wished to expel the invader. My cunny itself moistened all the more and surreptitiously I stood with my legs parted.
“The male is but a penis-bearer and a provider of our means of livelihood and our luxuries, Clara,” my stepmother told me later. “True, he may be taken up in conversation sometime and, if proving witty or in any way informative, may be listened to though not with respect. For a woman listens to a man’s mind as much as his words and, given that she is ripe of figure, will divine the speech that goes on silently in his head, that being concerned solely with means of taking down our drawers.”
That which was happening before me now I wished never to end. As he came upon his twentieth stroke, his movements seemed bolder-so much so that Bertha seized the short hairs at the back of his head and hissed a warning in his ear. As for Clarissa, her cunny had distinctly moistened, for I saw her exudations glistening on his shaft as it emerged and the distended lips seemed positively to cling around its girth.
“Twenty-one-twenty-two-a little faster now for a moment-let her feel the slapping of your balls, sir. That she will empty them for you I have no doubt,” my stepmother said. Her lovely face showed no emotion whatever save that there was a glistening in her eyes that came, as I surmised, from pride in her accomplishment.
He was breathing more heavily now, as the snorts from his nostrils betokened. I had little doubt that he wished to spill already and so did my stepmother for she halted him with his bulbous knob just inside Clarissa’s nest and thrust his chin up.
“You will receive now, sir, one cut of the cane as a warning of your fate should you sperm her prematurely.”
Oh my goodness, what a yell he would have uttered if he could as then Bertha whipped the cane in full across his buttocks! His head jerked further up so that his chin pointed to the ceiling, and his eyes came out on stalks while in trying to evade the whippy cane his prick thrust full up Clarissa’s quim and held there tight.
“Thirty-one,” my stepmother intoned mercilessly even while his eyes creased up in a grimace and a red streak showed across his bottom.
True, she was putting him to his task severely, for the male serf’s cock is usually nursed over a period of time until he learns to have it rubbed more and more beguilingly, but without coming save on command. In the first weeks of disciplining, the male is not permitted to come at all and so learns that the hand that soothes him is also the one that masters him and which he must obey, whether it is nursed in the palm, urged up the female bottom or sheathed in a clinging cunny.
I will not, though, detail the sweet agonies of Clarissa’s guardian-if such he was-at any greater length. No man could have wished to reach the post more urgently than he.
“Fifty-and now!” came from my stepmother whereat, the tendons on his neck straining violently, he brought Clarissa’s bottom to smack against his belly and injected his tribute in long throbbing spouts of such abundance that both of them quivered and rubbed together for ages before his dripping spout was finally withdrawn, whereupon Bertha gave him no time for settlement but simply led him out.
His task was done. I saw the meaning of it then better than any words that might then have been uttered to me. The whole role of the male had changed before my eyes. Such food for thought is rarely given to a girl of my then young age.
Immediately his steaming weapon was withdrawn, Clarissa sank down and wriggled on her belly where she lay supine. At that, my stepmother raised her fingers to her lips and motioned me to withdraw. I did so, but lingered at the door, hearing murmurings and kisses.
“Yes, if you want,” I heard Clarissa say and then came a rustling of clothes and I guessed that my stepmother was undressing. It was a full threequarters of an hour before they reappeared, both looking cool and faultless in appearance as my stepmother ever intends after such an event. As to my brother and Charlie, Bertha had tied them up back to back in the potting shed, nursed their cocks, and then left them so. They were more severely in training now.
Clarissa’s guardian sat transfixed and knowing not where to look, being completely attired and unbound, so free to move.
“You may escort Clarissa back now, but you will return within two days so that I hear what she has to say. Kneel, cur, and kiss the toes of her shoes as a token of your obedience!”
There was a moment’s silence, as may well be imagined, and then he stepped forward to his “ward” who looked now utterly demure.