“I shall tell Mama if you do anything!” she exclaimed and clutched at the front of her pink dress.
“Oh, shall you, indeed! But your Mama might be made just as busy as you are about to be, Miss. Come here!”
I advanced into the room, quite safe in my knowledge that leaving the door ajar would bring no interruptions. I surveyed her. She was a trifle below my own height, round of face with pretty, pouting lips that soon might be set in penance to suck upon a few manly stalks, though the practice was not encouraged by my stepmama and seen only as an extreme when girls were utterly wilful and in the first stages of their training.
“I w… w… will not!” Her lips trembled. How sorry I felt for her that her bottom was to be stung, and yet I felt implacable.
“You will lower your drawers, Miss, and bend over!”
“Oh my heavens, what a thing to say! You shall not make me, you shall not! Even Papa has never birched me!”
“Then he is the poorer for it, for you would have been breached ere now. Do you not fancy his cock?” I asked with amusement and watched her cover her face.
“Stop it! You are a dirty thing!”
“We shall change your ways, Rose, and your ways of thinking. Come, do as I say or I shall call Sarah and she will hold you. Will you be so humiliated? Shall you have my brother and yours watch? I will not sting you badly. Do you think I will?”
“Why… w… w… why do you want to birch me?”
When a girl asks thus she is already at the first stage of her submission to the more lordly female. This I have long learned. It is a confession in all essence that it is to occur.
“You know why. You have been wilful with Sarah, have had your cunny tickled but will not give in. I will call her.” I made as though to move back to the door whereat Rose advanced upon me imploringly.
“I d… d… don’t want her to hold me!” she sobbed.
“Nor your brother to see you-nor mine. Come, you silly, you will understand matters better in but the shortest time. Have you drawers on? Take them off. Raise your skirt hip high and bend over the bed, your palms flat and your legs apart.”
“Oh-woh! I do not want to!”
I was closer to her now and she all flushed and both of us closer to the bed. Of a sudden I took her chin in a firm grip and made her stare into my eyes. Her breasts, already full rounded and well formed, rose and fell in her agitation.
“You know you will obey me, Rose, but kiss me first.” My words taking her utterly by surprise and I still holding her chin, I swept my other arm around her slender waist and so held her tight into me with the birch laid at an angle against her bottom. A gasp escaped her but she let my lips all but enclose her own. Her mouth was delicious, as the mouths of young girls are, and her cunny would be also such, I knew. Trembling like a bird then as she was, in part bewilderment and part surprise, I held her.
“Darling, you must,” I whispered, for I felt in these circumstances rather to coax her than to continue threatening. “Your Papa wishes it, and your Mama,” I lied glibly, but then changing my mood and my action I spun her around, propelled her quickly to the bed and bent her over. “STAY!” I commanded, for it is a word that novices and initiates must learn and obey immediately.
“M… M… mama and Papa?” she squeaked, made a feeble attempt to rise and was pressed down again.
“Yes,” I declared firmly, though could scarce control my laughter at the situation. Giving her no time to recover I upped her skirt and quickly drew her knickers down.
Ah, what a little beauty! Her legs were trim and nicely curved, her stockings white, and garters pink and saucier than I would have suspected her of wearing. Her bottom, small and chubby, gleamed an invitation she had never thought to offer yet. Holding her neck with one hand laid flat upon it and applying such authoritative pressure as I sensed she required, I ran the tip of my forefinger of my other hand deep up along her groove and brought an “OOOH!” from her. I quested, found the puckered orifice between her springy cheeks and then her tightlipped quim. She bucked and started, but I soothed her then, moving my finger slowly up and down.
The mood then came upon me to smack her first and I did so, ringing her waist tightly with my arm.
“OUCH!” she burst as first my palm assailed her bumptious cheeks and left a pink flare there. Then SMACK! again and then she yelped.
“Now, Miss, you will have more of that if you do not take your medicine,” said I and gave her another for good measure, causing her to sob and writhe her hips.
“OOOH-WOOH-WOOOH!” she sobbed, “I don’t want to!”
“We will have none of that here, Rose. Be still now and keep your bottom up, your legs apart. Will you obey me or be spanked harder?”
“I w… w… will, I will! Oh, I will try!”
“What a good girl you are really! Your Papa and your Mama ever say so and would have put you to your trials before this, I swear…” SWEEE-ISSSSH!
“YEEEE-EEEEK!”
The cry must have sounded down the corridor, for it was as high-pitched as I have ever heard as the twigs coursed across her bottom leaving sparks of fire in their wake. Her bottom, however, lifted perfectly-for I had brought the twigs right under her and her sweet little quim was displayed to perfection, a touch of salmon pink showing between the rolled lips.
“Rose! Be still!” So I barked at her while her legs twisted girlishly all about and she strove, as all do, to shake off the insurgent heat that assailed her.
“WOH-WOH-WOH! I can’t! NEEEE-OWCH! Oh, I can’t bear it! Stop it, please!”
“You sillikins, do you think your Papa will listen to you when he takes your drawers down? Your Mama come rushing to your rescue? I think not. Your bottom will be burnished here the better for his later efforts-IF they are permitted.”
With what cunning I inserted that phrase and with what surprise she uttered a startled “Wha-aaaart?” but I-accompanying my words with a lighter brushing of the birch across her tingling orb-caused her to screech again, though defensively rather than from any effect of it which could scarce have been called fearsome.
“Do you want your Papa to birch you and then to show you his naughty thing again?”
“No-woh-woh, I don’t! Ah-hoooo! No! Don’t! Neee-ynnng!”
“Come, Rose, come on-push it up more. Oh, you bad, bad girl I will birch you harder if you don’t!” Sweee-issssh!.. sweee-isssh!
“Ah-har-haaaar!” she sobbed, her bottom now a lovely rosy red with creamy patches showing in between. Then, dropping the birch while yet she expected another, I seized her neck and, cupping her hot bottom upon my other hand, found her lovespot with my finger. Her cunny, as I expected, was fully moist and her bud erect. “Nooo-whooo!” she blurted in surprise, but I had her well, her hip bumping against my knee which I had planted on the bed. “D… d… d…!” came her incoherent stuttering, but then her spot swelled more, its tiny, sensitive point burning to my finger. Her bottom churned and worked, caught as she was in a rage of sensations. With my little finger extended I could feel the greater creaminess of her slit. Her moans sounded, issuing through her sobs.
“Darling, Rose,” I breathed, “how nice!” and then, raising my voice, called “Sarah!”
Rose was too far gone then to protest. I had her swimming in the bliss of it and felt her spurting even as my sister led in Robert, naked to his shirt, his prong upstanding.
“Hooo-hooo-hoooo!” sounded from Rose whose face was muffled in the quilt. Fresh and beautiful as my brother’s prick looked, Sarah brought him quickly to her. Rose, sprinkling then again, felt his knob to her pouting nest and made to jerk. “AAAARGH!” came her long cry of surprise but already under Sarah’s guidance he was embedded. Two inches entered Rose’s juicy quim and then a third. “NO-WOH! Who is it! He CAH-AH-AN’T!”
It was the first such resistance Robert had ever met and a look of surprise flooded his handsome features.