“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 wondering much at what went on inside her. 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 there 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 heard then 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?” SWEEEE-IISSSH! The birch sounded distinctly, making such a juicy sound across my sister’s bottom, and she wailed. “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, ho, he m… m… mustn’t” SWEEEE-ISSSSSH! “HAAAAR! 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! — 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 wider and push your bottom well out. You want the birch again? There… that is better.”
“Oh-woh! I shall die of 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 pet, 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! AAAAARGH!”
“More in, William, more in. Get two inches well lodged and so remain. There! You see how well she opens up to you?”
“Nooo, nooo, NOOOO! 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.”
“J… J… Julia, I should not! GAAAAR! 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 henceforth will obey in all respects. Now work her slowly, slave, while I fondle her titties, for such is my prerogative.”
“GOOOO-OOOOH-OOOOH!” 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! OOOOH! 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 tell him, nor you. There… your hips now surge 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.”
“OOOOH!” 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 so 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 so 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 so? You have but to speak, Sarah!”
A long silence, and then: “Wh… wh… what d’you mean?”
“Is he not as much in training, my pet, as you?”
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 had thought our stepmother overdoing things, but now I knew better. Sarah was really 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.”
“HAAAAR, 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!”