Clara must be trained ! It is her stepmother who decides that the young fair sex must be a true master when it comes to sex and domination. The insatiable Clara can not get enough - of neither men or adult female. Her life story is filled with sex and spanking ... Before internet porn, before porn picture, before porn motion picture, people lusting for raunchy, X-rated amusement read pornographic Word of God and magazines. Victorian and Edwardian England had its own adult entertainment industry - countless erotic novels were put out by shady publishers, some volume were printed by the source themselves, and most of the writers were anonymous. Many of these 19th century Bible are surprisingly kinky, and some of them may be quite offensive to modern font day lecturer - in to a greater extent ways than one. The anonymously written `` First preparation '' is a great good example of sadomasochistic Victorian porno. The author is still strange.

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First training



CHAPTER ONE



I DO NOT recall the overtaking of my beloved mum, for I was then too young. I guard her alikeness still, faded as it has become. That she was a gentle woman I have no doubts. I would have followed in her ways, perhaps, had not my don remarried. I remember well the coming of Stepmama, as I first called her. Father-God was then no Thomas More than 35 and she was twenty eight. I remember her being all of a glitter, much taken with jewelry as she ever is, tight-waisted, slender, and an temptingness to all male eyes. I remember that she awed me a niggling at first-class honours degree, for her phonation, though well modulated, caused even dada to remove immediate placard of her at all times, it having a quality to it that is rare to encounter. Strange were those foremost days, for sometimes there was merriment, social assembly and political party, and at others a benign muteness in the house which Papa seemed to take over as his due.

My comrade Henry M. Robert was much taken with her. She would tease or even savourless him sometimes, but at others scold him and send him to his room. All things began to change. There was much alteration of furniture with carts drawn by great dray horses coming and going. This occasioned much hullabaloo, but we were not allowed to extract it unduly. There was too much fuddle in the room, she declared, and so many small tables and knickknack among which the maidservant had to thread their way when cleaning were cleared away and Thomas More space made. In station of humble settle, larger ones were brought in, their ornate covering delighting me so that I loved to bounce up and down on them and feel their richly patterned surfaces.

I was not chided for this and felt myself perhaps my stepmother's front-runner. Often she cast a most kindly eye on me and fed me choice morsel so that my older sis, Sarah, and Robert became jealous, but she would ingest none of that. We could not but notice that Papa was quieter in her presence than he had been before, and had it not been for the societal properness I am certainly she would have taken her place at the head of the table."I wonder she does not wear the trousers,"Sarah once remarked crossly, though the row were said without malice for it was difficult to withhold admiration from her. My stepmama's name was Julia. The epithet suited her for its rankness. She was above middling acme and indeed when she wore boots or shoes of a certain character was to be seen as tall as Papa. Her hair was sometimes taken up in a bun which revealed a lovely swanlike neck, though I preferred it when down and would beg her to let me brush it which she did, to the annoyance of Smith, her personal maidservant, who could often be seen glancing at her with awestricken eyes.

Picnics she was much fond of and would exact us on them when forefather was about his business enterprise. From such as I learned, he had been more lax in the past times with his affairs but was spurred on by her and indeed she would sometimes tell him when to go and when to yield. He abided meekly by her determination as we all did, and so as may well be imagined we looked up to her and perhaps I believe were all a slight in sexual love with her. My particular pleasure as I grew elder I began to occasionally attend her in dressing. Poor Smith would be sent out and I set first to serve unwrap the hooks and optic in her gown. This being removed revealed a delicious frothing of lacy underskirt and underskirts. As I helped remove these in routine I would sometimes happen myself touching her thigh and feeling the perfumed warmth of her body, which made me quite enamoured of her. Occasionally when divested to her corset, stockings and bootee, she would even utter a little cooing audio as she held my hands to her plump silky thighs and moved them up and down while smiling at me."Do you like the bodily pleasures ?"she asked me once quaintly, seating herself before her dressing table mirror.

As she spoke she slowly unlaced the nominal head of her corset and therewith unveiled two large firm breasts of such marble pureness that I could not help but gaze upon them in awe and enviousness. The brown nipple upon them, set in turgid aureoles of sweetly crinkled flesh, stuck out boldly, being conelike and finely-pointed. With a picayune sigh as if taken herself by her beauty, she then cupped them and gazed at me smiling."One day yours will be as with child,"she said, whereat I blushed and knew not what to say."I believe they must be very pretty already. demonstrate me, Clara,"she went on and turned about on her stool. I turned my headway towards the room access and felt flustered, thinking that Smith might devolve."No one will come in. Take off your clothes,"I was told. The sun came softly into her elbow room and made a haze of all, casting its milky shine through the dust-covered curtain. One is not of course ever flustered at undressing in nominal head of another of one's own sex, but perhaps some flickering of hunch told me of something that I could not have expressed."Let me help you, dear,"she murmured and with that her fingers were busy all about me so that in no time at all I stood in my slip."make this off, too,"came her words.

When I did so, my bubbies-already proud and firm-were revealed. Her middle opened slightly in admiration, which of course pleased me. My breast had already grown well and would not have scorned the form of address of pumpkins, the skin velvet smooth and deep, and proud to display my strawberry nipple. That at least is what my stepmother called them while gently tweaking the tips until my face grew reddened and I felt them stiffen."How well they come up,"she whispered,"shall I show you something nice ?"I nodded, my cheek suffused. There was a hot feeling in my centre as she drew me towards the bed, lay down suddenly upon her rachis with her peg dangling over the edge and pulled me upon her so that I stumbled and fell between her stock legs. Holding me so, she gazed up at me quite dreamily and cupped my face in her hands."What a beauty you are becoming,"she murmured and then so adjusted herself with a supple effort of her consistency that my nipples came upon her own."There-is that not gracious ?"she whispered.

Her sass were immediately under mine and I could scarce speak for excitement. Slipping one hand beneath my Kuki-Chin and so keeping my mouth directed to hers, she stroked with the other down my cover. I wore by then only my shorts, White River stockings and strap-over shoes such as had just come into fashion. Our nipple tingled together and brushed like rubbery sticker, for I can reckon of no other de***********ion for the feeling. Without speaking encourage then, she pouted her lips prettily and brushed them lightly all about my own, making me finger quite swoony. Our breaths intermingled. My breasts seemed to swell."I have been longing to kiss you,"she whispered against my backtalk, this being said in such a soft, seductive whole tone that I moved my arms around her neck and felt distinctly the burr of thick-skulled curls around her puss pressing into mine through our drawers. Did I like it, I was asked, and I nodded as best I could in my posture, felt my brass suffused still, though with excitement rather than embarrassment, and a nice prickling in my belly. Never having done such a thing before, the richness and warmth of her body felt brilliant under mine."I want to instruct you. leave you let me ?"she husked.

I knew not the tangible import of her words, but the helpless marvel in my eyes spoke for me. Tremulously I felt her digit pulling on the association of my shorts which she then began to wrinkle down. I started a little at that, but she purred something inexplicable into my ear and then worked them so quickly down that in a trice my nudity was pressed into the cotton of her drawers where I could more distinctly find the hump of her cunny. Then she pressed me up a little so that I had to use my hands to support myself and gaze down upon her."Can you feel mine better ?"she asked."Yes,"I said, quite in a daze, but much excited. I could not resist wriggling a little which pleased her for she laughed softly."I like doing it through my drawers and so will you, for that is how I mean you to be fondled first, Clara. Keep your belly pressed in tightly to me while I keep my legs open. Now I shall teach you to snog. Part your sassing a little and protrude your tongue into my mouth, then you will feel my own. actuate it all around so that I can finger it."I gurgled, I panted. What I was experiencing was so beautiful and unbelievable that all the world's early pleasure seemed as naught to this. Her tongue, wet and long, coiled about my own, causing me the most keen aesthesis as our cunnies ground together. Hers, being veiled, exuded a slight moisture which seeped through her draftsman, creating an unction between us. Her own hips began to puzzle out more yet her crusade were ennoble and undulating so that it was as if I were upon a fleshly sea of terrific bender and gibbosity.

Her breath hissed through her nostrils in a mulct sprayer of heat."More,"she choked. I had intruded my lingua further. All time ceased and I could feel only the entice wet and the slack circling of our mouthpiece. Gliding down slowly, her hands began caressing my fluid fathom cheeks. I quivered as she felt delicately pour down and into the tight groove between the chubby lunule, which caused her to clamp my mouth the Sir Thomas More on to hers."What lovely bottoms you and Sarah have. I am going to constitute them do such nice things,"she whispered, though only afterwards was I able to gather myself sufficiently to recall her Christian Bible, which appeared to infuse her with even greater turmoil for of a sudden she rolled me on to my book binding and, cupping her hand under my moist quim, rubbed the ball of her quarter round around my place, making me writhe."Keep your leg open,"she admonished me, her globes rubbing suavely over my own. So determined was her tone that I obeyed. My eyes and mouth were heart-to-heart. The ceiling swirled above me, the plaster cupids on it appearing to incite of their own treaty. Finding me quiescent and with my thighs held apart, she stroked my brow."What hammer are going to shudder and spout in this warmly little draw close ! Have you seen one yet ?"she asked while rubbing me gently all the time. I shook my drumhead. manner of speaking would not come. My belly was melting.

I began to jolt my ass, poised as it was on the rolled edge of the bed."I wonder who I shall put you to first ?"she then mused. My fingers clasped and unclasped, my head teacher rolled from side to side. Completely prey to the exciting drive of her quarter round and digit, I could but verbalize little gasps. The room grew ever hazier about me. I sought nothing but fulfillment, as she well knew. The firm fleshy bumping of her titties upon mine was delicious and added to my frantic sensations. I gritted my teeth."cum on, come on, Clara,"I heard her utter. A thin whine escaped me, or a auditory sensation more akin to mewing. I raised my merchant ship, arched my back, and then her tongue plunged into my oral fissure, swirling all around my own, while I, panting madly, loosed a fine salty rain upon her fingerbreadth and-uttering a croaking gasp-all but swooned. I was dissolving as if in a wan white luminescence, my consistence hitch and seemingly boneless."Good girl,"she murmured. I made to seize at her tightly, but she rose suddenly and sauntered back to her fecundation board where she sat heavily, bowed her top dog for a here and now and then turned towards me."attire yourself, darling. It was but your get-go lesson,"she said, which made me find so exposed and guilty that I sat up and quickly snatched at my sack which lay crumpled near the foot of the bed. My drawers being by then dangling around one ankle caused her to laugh fondly."Slowly-always slowly, Clara. Ladies do not rush,"she admonished me, then with a laugh rose, bent-grass over me and kissed my moist hilltop."I will teach you everything. volition you obey me ?"she asked.

I wanted then to run and hide out, was in two minds about everything, yet so pleasurably pulsing between my stage that I fain would have had her do it to me all again."Yes,"I heard myself answer. While she straightened, turned back to her mirror and began humming to herself, I made myself decent, as the peculiar phrase has it. Lest the reviewer consider me a natural wanton, I must take care not to write too a lot from hindsight. I was innocent of all save what had just happened. I was not, though, a goody-goody and had begun of late to toy with myself when abed, though never with such delirious effect as my stepmother had afforded me."You are my favourite-d'you know that ?"she ventured while brushing her hair."I love you,"I said impulsively, never having used those word of honor before."Of course,"she said simply,"but we must remember that making love and obedience go ever bridge player in manus. testament you remember that ever ? I wish you to. I am obedient to my rule and to those that my devout Mama instilled in me. I may even be obedient to your desires when they are more wound up in you."The import of such discussion meant little enough to me then.

I was all of a-tremble with pleasure at what she had done and though standing docilely enough, her womanly intuition told her so. Standing beside her once again as I was, she tenderly felt all round my hindquarters and second joint through my dress and was please, I believe, that I stood submissively to this."Do you make love me because it was nice ? Answer quickly and truthfully, Clara."“ I love you and it was nice,"I answered impulsively and again I glimpsed a spirit of wonderment in her center such as flattered me greatly. While I had admired and gone in awe of her, even of course felt fondness for all her kindness and even her casual sternness, I had never felt towards her as I did now."You do not stutter and stammer your replies. I like that,"she said."Sarah is different from you, Thomas More fey and more ill-chosen, but she will train well-in due course."Indeed yes, I remember well the world-class emergence of that word from her sassing. At that mo I had no case to dwell on it, yet it embedded itself in my memory so that when I later lay in bed that Nox it recurred to me constantly. I knew now that something had happened between my Sister and stepmother, but could not of course bring myself to ask.

Then, as girl will, I persuaded myself that it was but a careless input. I was as one who longs to say many things but does not know what they are. Sensing this, she was most patient with me."There is nil that anyone else need live of such things, Clara-not at least until I wish it,"said she. The icon of Papa immediately sprang to take care, almost naturally, for I had no uncertainty that she intended him as well. I was mindful, as were Sarah and Henry Martyn Robert, that he had become quieter than I somehow remembered him before his remarriage and that he deferred to her. It is said nowadays that woman of our prison term were ever meek and dutiful, but that is not so. I have known perfect harridans who made their spouse's life a misery so that-as I also now know-they turned to gay girls for comfort. A woman then, of the time of which I speak, could not so easily be thrown out of her own sign as hitherto had been the case, and if she could not ventilate her matrimonial wrath upon her husband then she would do so upon the servants.

As clip passed my stepmother explained all such things to me, not by lecturing but by quiet input that she knew would relieve oneself an feeling on me, as they did, for females absorb more in such issue than do males. Girls are closest to their mother and I became now so to my immediate female defender. While I now helped her to primp for the afternoon, she gave me a piddling tickle between my thighs-though through my dress-and laughing asked me whether I thought what we had done was naughty."I don't know,"I replied, very confused and more shy when not within the heat of it."Well, it is not,"she told me bluntly,"all pleasure are to be looked upon as joy provided they do no eventual injury to anyone. Did you know that I had caned your sis ?"I was startled and showed it. I did not even know that we had a cane about the house."She was willful. A girl must not be willful. She must learn all for her own welfare. That is the purpose of being taught. The road may appear hard at first but soon it leads to pleasant meadows and there one may disport oneself as one wishes."Perhaps the most astonishing scene of this was that Sarah had said goose egg to me, though we always normally confided in each early, as sisters do.

Curiously enough-and such was the effectiveness of our stepmother's personality-I believed it all the Sir Thomas More for Sarah's unusual omission. Besides, and though this was only what might be called a side thinking, the remark about my baby's bottom had intrigued me and now was cleared up."Oh, did it pain her ?"I asked but of curio but also out of protectiveness."No more than it will you, my pet, when I have to do it."“ She did not assure papa though ?"I asked, though my flavour of representative was rather in the form of a statement than a question."Certainly not. She knows adept than to do that,"came the reply. With that she took a Turkish butt from a box beside her table and lit it. With a quite merry smile she offered one to me but I shook my headspring."You will total to like them I believe ; what a pleasant perfume they give off,"I was told. I wanted then to take a puff ; but it was too late to ask and I dared not.

Then with quite a fly high she swept past me, opened a closet and from a shelf took down a whippy cane, the mint of which truly made me quiver. Told to experience it I extended my paw timidly and touched its polished surface."I tingled her up with it well, Clara. Do you recognize what being naughty is ?"“ Why, yes, it is doing things that one shouldn't,"I replied naively."Oh ? Do you think ? It is also not doing affair you should do-but that is a mystery saying, as my Mama used to call it, and you will learn the substance of it soon enough. Suppose after dinner tonight when we are all in the drawing room, I told you to conjure up your attire and push your knickers down. Would it be naughty to deny ?"“ In front of all ? Oh no, I couldn't !"“ Be not disturbed, I shall not ask you to. There may be occasions-other occasions-where I shall, however, and if you do not then I shall cane you."“ Oh !"I stepped back. I truly believed her."You would not,"I gasped. Instead of replying, she ran the cane lovingly across her decoration."It stings beautifully. You should have seen Sarah's hip shake !"“ But what did she do ?"“ Does it matter ? Perhaps it was something she would not do. leave you not bank me to deport in your expert stake always ?"“ Yes."I could reply in no former way. near curiously or not, after what had occurred I trusted her completely. I knew no melodic line of cruelty in her and so was more intrigued than fearful at her language."Let me lay it a little across your own lovely bottom. Shall I ?"Was it in verity a petition or a command ? I stood strict and in that import squeezed my nether impudence together."Please don't,"I stammered."You are refusing ? What a naughty girl you are !"But her tone was only that of a tease, then she beckoned me and I softened and moved back to her."I would adore to cane you, Clara-to make your bottom hot and set up,"she murmured. Quite as one mesmerized, I stood still though my legs trembled as with slow but certain hand she raised my dress in by in until 1st the spine of my thigh and then my knickered bottom were revealed."point of view still,"she said severely. I blinked and did so.

Then, holding up my dress in high spirits, she laid the cane at a right angle across my chubby cheek and there held it as if to open me the tactile property of it. I did not move nor could have done without her command and knew it."The cane may be cruel or it may not. It may act as a penalty or a prodding. I use it only as a spur, Clara, and never cruelly. You trust me in that, do you not ?"I nodded. Though wary at that instant, I did believe her. She tapped the cane lightly across my pert lunation, causing me to let loose a sharp"OOOOH !"though I felt fiddling from it."Now again,"she murmured,"bend forward, prevent your dress up and your bottom well puzzle out."“ B… b… but…,"I stammered. This briefest of rebellion was however quelled by a individual look from her… As she stepped to one side of me,

I obeyed a short miserably, feeling that I had somehow been trapped. Withal, however, I also entertained a certain mother wit of hardihood and exhilaration that I could not explicate. Keeping my wooden leg straight, I reared my bottom and waited."I adore your obedience, Clara. Remain obedient still."I knew then that she meant to cane me. My frock slipped but was soon drawn up again. In a businesslike style she then turned me about so that I found my deal placed on the position of the bed. I wanted desperately to speak, to plead with her, but could find no mode of wrangle to let loose."Now your bloomers down again,"I heard, and as recently as they had been donned so now as easily did they cascade, gliding down to my ankles and there subsiding in a forlorn pool. Her hands touched my bare undersurface and I wilted.

This motion of defensiveness was ignored."You will determine the discipline posture, my pet. Make a hole of your dorsum so that the moon of your seat is made the more striking thereby. Do not arch your back in the black eye centering for it looks ridiculous and is indeed naive."Her words were shine enough but house. Obeying hesitantly, I presented myself in the best mode."Have no fear. I do not mean to scorch you,"came her voice.

I heard then a hissing as of the cane slicing through the air."THOOO !"I squealed, for lightness as the stroke was, and full across my young orb, it stung me and I reared."Still now, Clara !"she barked. I gave a minuscule bawling sob and waited. Then my next and longer wailing cry was uttered as this time I received another scorcher, though in trueness I know it to have been but a run down motion of the cane at which she was so whiz."NA-NAH-NAH !"I heard myself sob and worked my hips madly, endeavouring as one does to shake off the tongues of fire that were leaping through me. Even in the midst of my cry, however, a one-third bit into me, and this time truly did for I leapt and clutched at my bottom, not caring about my posture nor indeed about obedience. I was not however admonished for this nor did she attempt to still me but instead cast down the cane and drew me about so that I sagged against her and sobbed my protests to the public."love little one, it is but your first taste tester. Did I deal with you so harshly, my sweet small dearest ?"I blubbered only because the thought of it had proven perhaps worse than the act. Her hired man stroked my hairsbreadth, my expression was pressed into her perfumed knocker. Her words ran over me like softly drifting leaves as, instead of chiding me, she praised me for my fortitude.

This causing me to sob louder, I was kissed on my moist and wobbling mouth and once more found myself clinging to her."Are you not grateful that I did not really sting you ? It does not hurt ? Does it really hurt-really, really ?"I cried on for effect a little and she knew it, stroked my hair continually and kissed my pry and brow."You come up well, darling-you lift it well. We call it presenting, you know, and I shall instruct you a little more about that later. There now, let me soothe your nice hot behind. A small hot, is it not, but you can not say that I truly wounded you, can you ?"I shook my head, face hidden. It had stung me awfully, yet I could not describe it as a pain in the neck."Now, darling, the final examination salutation. Your knife, quickly,"she breathed. My look was lifted. I surrendered anew, but therewith her index finger found the tight, warm fissure of my merchantman and rotated its tip around my ruck up cakehole.

Feeling the strange sensation of that touch I pressed myself into her involuntarily, which was what she desired for her finger's breadth followed and gently rubbed me there again all around the rubbery rim of my secrecy. Thus our bellies and legs were wet together and I could not scat, intoxicated anew by the sweet flogging of her tongue. Curiously enough I felt then with her progressive caressing a slight moisture in my bottomhole and my knees sagged. Then, withdrawing her oral cavity from mine but keeping the tip of her finger ever pressed demandingly there, she smiled down at me."Oh yes, truly you are my pet,"she whispered, and you have now had your first trials."

Continued

Notes ;

1. During my visit to London for report where we had an Old Ancestral Home, I stumbled on a family treasure. Apart from other things I also found a hump of Word of God, diaries, and distinction in the treasure which contained classic, Age-old, Erotic Book, Novels, and cartridge holder probably collected by my Ancestors. They are all timeless and precious. They are a must-read for all erotica lovers.

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