Clara must be trained ! It is her stepmother who decides that the young woman must be a lawful professional when it comes to sex and domination. The insatiable Clara can not get sufficiency - of neither men or women. Her life is filled with sex and spanking ... Before internet porn, before porn television, before porn flick, people lusting for raunchy, X-rated entertainment read pornographic books and magazine publisher. Victorian and Edwardian England had its own grownup amusement industry - countless erotic novels were put out by funny publishers, some books were printed by the authors themselves, and nearly of the writer were anonymous. Many of these 19th 100 books are surprisingly kinky, and some of them may be quite offensive to Bodoni day proofreader - in more slipway than one. The anonymously written `` First breeding '' is a great example of sadomasochistic Victorian erotica. The author is still unknown.

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offset training



CHAPTER ONE



I DO NOT return the loss of my honey Mama, for I was then too young. I guard her semblance 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 begetter remarried. I remember well the coming of Stepmama, as I first called her. founder was then no more than thirty-five and she was XX eight. I remember her being all of a glitter, much taken with jewelry as she ever is, tight-waisted, slender, and an allure to all male centre. I remember that she awed me a little at get-go, for her interpreter, though well modulated, caused even dad to choose immediate notice of her at all meter, it having a quality to it that is uncommon to encounter. Strange were those initiative days, for sometimes there was playfulness, sociable gatherings and company, and at others a benignant quiet in the theatre which Papa seemed to accept as his due.

My brother Robert was much taken with her. She would tease or even matt him sometimes, but at others scold him and charge him to his room. All matter began to change. There was very much modification of furniture with carts drawn by heavy dray horses coming and going. This occasioned a good deal excitement, but we were not allowed to express it unduly. There was too much clutter in the rooms, she declared, and so many humble board and knickknackery among which the maid had to thread their way when cleansing were cleared away and more place made. In office of belittled settees, larger unity were brought in, their ornate screening 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 favourite. Often she cast a most kindly eye on me and fed me titbit so that my elder sister, Sarah, and Robert became envious, but she would have none of that. We could not but notice that dada was quieter in her presence than he had been before, and had it not been for the social proprieties I am for certain she would have taken her lieu at the head of the tabular array."I wonder she does not don the trousers,"Sarah once remarked crossly, though the words were said without malice for it was difficult to keep back admiration from her. My stepmama's name was Julia. The gens suited her for its grandness. She was above middling pinnacle and indeed when she wore boots or shoes of a certain character was to be seen as improbable as Papa. Her haircloth was sometimes taken up in a bun which revealed a lovely swanlike neck, though I preferred it when depressed and would beg her to let me sweep it which she did, to the annoyance of Julia Evelina Smith, her personal maid, who could often be seen glancing at her with awestricken eyes.

Picnics she was much fond of and would necessitate us on them when father was about his business. From such as I learned, he had been more lax in the past with his affaire but was spurred on by her and indeed she would sometimes tell him when to go and when to return. He abided meekly by her decisions as we all did, and so as may well be imagined we looked up to her and perhaps I believe were all a trivial in love life with her. My extra pleasure as I grew aged I began to occasionally assist her in medical dressing. poor people David Smith would be sent out and I set first to help oneself untie the claw and eyes in her nightgown. This being removed revealed a yummy frothing of lacy petticoat and petticoat. As I helped slay these in routine I would sometimes find myself touching her second joint and feeling the odoriferous warmth of her torso, which made me quite enamoured of her. Occasionally when divested to her stays, stockings and bootie, she would even mouth a trivial cooing sound as she held my mitt to her plump silky thigh 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 tabularise mirror.

As she spoke she slowly unlaced the front of her stays and therewith unveiled two expectant firm breasts of such marbled innocence that I could not assist but gaze upon them in awe and envy. The embrown tit upon them, set in tumid aureoles of sweetly crinkled material body, stuck out boldly, being conical and finely-pointed. With a little suspiration as if taken herself by her beauty, she then cupped them and gazed at me smiling."One day yours will be as large,"she said, whereat I blushed and knew not what to say."I believe they must be very pretty already. Show me, Clara,"she went on and turned about on her stool. I turned my head towards the doorway and felt flustered, thinking that Smith might pass."No one will come in. Take off your dress,"I was told. The sunlight came softly into her room and made a haze of all, casting its milky refulgence through the dusty curtains. One is not of line ever flustered at undressing in front of another of one's own sex, but perhaps some flickering of intuition told me of something that I could not own expressed."Let me facilitate you, dear,"she murmured and with that her finger's breadth were busy all about me so that in no time at all I stood in my chemise."Take this off, too,"came her words.

When I did so, my bubbies-already lofty and firm-were revealed. Her oculus opened slightly in appreciation, which of course proud of me. My breast had already grown well and would not have scorned the title of pumpkins, the skin velvet smooth and racy, and proud to display my hemangioma simplex nipples. That at to the lowest degree is what my stepmother called them while gently tweaking the top until my boldness grew rose-cheeked and I felt them stiffen."How well they come up,"she whispered,"shall I show you something nice ?"I nodded, my cheeks suffused. There was a hot feeling in my eyes as she drew me towards the bed, lay down suddenly upon her back with her leg dangling over the sharpness and pulled me upon her so that I stumbled and fell between her sprout legs. Holding me so, she gazed up at me quite dreamily and cupped my face in her mitt."What a beaut you are becoming,"she murmured and then so adjusted herself with a limber bowel movement of her organic structure that my nipple came upon her own."There-is that not nice ?"she whispered.

Her mouth were immediately under mine and I could scarce speak for excitement. Slipping one hand beneath my chin and so keeping my mouth directed to hers, she stroked with the other down my back. I wore by then only my drawers, white stockings and strap-over shoes such as had just come into manner. Our tit tingled together and brushed like rubbery thorn, for I can think of no early de***********ion for the spirit. Without speaking further then, she pouted her lips prettily and brushed them lightly all about my own, making me finger quite swoony. Our breathing place intermingled. My breasts seemed to tumesce."I have been longing to buss you,"she whispered against my mouth, this being said in such a easy, seductive whole step that I moved my arms around her neck opening and felt distinctly the burr of thick curls around her pussy pressing into mine through our drawers. Did I like it, I was asked, and I nodded as considerably I could in my posture, felt my nerve suffused still, though with excitement rather than superfluity, and a nice tingling in my belly. Never having done such a thing before, the impressiveness and warmth of her consistence felt brilliant under mine."I want to instruct you. leave you let me ?"she husked.

I knew not the existent import of her Word of God, but the incapacitated wonder in my middle spoke for me. Tremulously I felt her fingers pulling on the tie beam of my drawers which she then began to ruckle down. I started a piffling at that, but she purred something incomprehensible into my ear and then worked them so quickly down that in a trice my nakedness was pressed into the cotton of her drawers where I could more distinctly feel the excrescence of her cunny. Then she pressed me up a little so that I had to use my hands to support myself and stare 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 underdrawers 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 ramification open air. Now I shall teach you to buss. take off your rim a little and protrude your lingua into my mouth, then you will feel my own. Move it all around so that I can find it."I gurgled, I panted. What I was experiencing was so beautiful and unlikely that all the globe's early joy seemed as naught to this. Her tongue, wet and long, coiled about my own, causing me the most dainty sensations as our cunnies terra firma together. Hers, being veiled, exuded a tenuous moisture which seeped through her pants, creating an greasiness between us. Her own hip joint began to work more yet her movement were placate and undulating so that it was as if I were upon a fleshly sea of wondrous curves and gibbosity.

Her breathing time hissed through her anterior naris in a OK spray of heat."More,"she choked. I had intruded my tongue further. All time ceased and I could feel only the tempt moisture and the decelerate circling of our mouths. Gliding down slowly, her hands began caressing my bland bottom impudence. I quivered as she felt delicately down and into the mingy channel between the chubby lunule, which caused her to clamp my mouthpiece the More on to hers."What lovely bottoms you and Sarah have. I am going to piss them do such nice things,"she whispered, though only afterwards was I able to pull together myself sufficiently to recall her give-and-take, which appeared to infuse her with even greater hullabaloo for of a sudden she rolled me on to my rachis and, cupping her hand under my moist quim, rubbed the ball of her thumb around my maculation, making me writhe."Keep your ramification subject,"she admonished me, her globes rubbing suavely over my own. So determined was her feeling that I obeyed. My middle and mouth were open. The roof swirled above me, the plaster Amor on it appearing to incite of their own accordance. Finding me quiescent and with my thighs held apart, she stroked my brow."What cocks are going to throb and spirt in this warm up little nuzzle ! Have you seen one yet ?"she asked while rubbing me gently all the time. I shook my head. Speech would not come. My belly was melting.

I began to jar my stern, poised as it was on the rolled edge of the bed."I wonder who I shall put you to first ?"she then mused. My fingerbreadth clasped and unclasped, my promontory rolled from English to side. Completely prey to the exciting crusade of her pollex and fingers, I could but utter little gasps. The room grew ever hazier about me. I sought nothing but fulfilment, as she well knew. The firm fleshy bumping of her titties upon mine was delicious and added to my delirious sensations. I gritted my teeth."ejaculate on, make out on, Clara,"I heard her utter. A thin whine escaped me, or a sound more cognate to mewing. I raised my bottom, arched my back, and then her glossa plunged into my mouth, swirling all around my own, while I, panting madly, loosed a ok salty rainwater upon her fingers and-uttering a croaking gasp-all but swooned. I was dissolving as if in a pale white luminescence, my body limp and seemingly boneless."Good girl,"she murmured. I made to hold tight at her tightly, but she rose suddenly and sauntered back to her binding table where she sat heavily, bowed her head for a instant and then turned towards me."clothes yourself, darling. It was but your inaugural lesson,"she said, which made me finger so divulge and guilty that I sat up and quickly snatched at my teddy which lay crumpled near the foot of the bed. My draftsman being by then dangling around one articulatio talocruralis caused her to laugh fondly."Slowly-always slowly, Clara. Ladies do not rush,"she admonished me, then with a laugh rose, knack over me and kissed my moist brow."I will teach you everything. volition you obey me ?"she asked.

I wanted then to run and hide out, was in two judgment about everything, yet so pleasurably pulsing between my pegleg that I fain would have had her do it to me all again."Yes,"I heard myself respond. While she straightened, turned back to her mirror and began humming to herself, I made myself decent, as the curious musical phrase has it. Lest the reader think me a natural wanton, I must take care not to indite too much from hindsight. I was inexperienced person of all save what had just happened. I was not, though, a goody-goody and had begun of of late to toy with myself when abed, though never with such hallucinating final result as my stepmother had afforded me."You are my favourite-d'you know that ?"she ventured while brushing her haircloth."I love you,"I said impulsively, never having used those intelligence before."Of course of instruction,"she said simply,"but we must remember that love and obedience go ever hand in hand. volition you remember that ever ? I wish you to. I am obedient to my precept and to those that my dear Mama instilled in me. I may even be obedient to your desires when they are more call forth in you."The import of such words meant little enough to me then.

I was all of a-tremble with delight at what she had done and though standing docilely enough, her womanly intuitions told her so. Standing beside her once again as I was, she tenderly felt all turn my tooshie and thighs through my dress and was pleased, I believe, that I stood submissively to this."Do you love me because it was skillful ? response quickly and truthfully, Clara."“ I love you and it was gracious,"I answered impulsively and again I glimpsed a facial expression of admiration in her eyes such as flattered me greatly. While I had admired and gone in awe of her, even of course of study felt fondness for all her benignity and even her periodic sternness, I had never felt towards her as I did now."You do not stutter and stutter your answer. I like that,"she said."Sarah is different from you, more fey and more unenviable, but she will coach well-in due course."Indeed yes, I remember well the first outgrowth of that word from her mouth. At that moment I had no cause to harp on it, yet it embedded itself in my memory so that when I later lay in bed that night it recurred to me constantly. I knew now that something had happened between my sis and stepmother, but could not of course bring myself to ask.

Then, as girls will, I persuaded myself that it was but a regardless remark. 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 cipher that anyone else need be intimate of such affair, Clara-not at least until I wish it,"said she. The ikon of Papa immediately sprang to beware, most naturally, for I had no doubt that she intended him as well. I was cognizant, as were Sarah and 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 charwoman of our time were ever spiritless and duteous, but that is not so. I have known staring harridans who made their partner's lifetime a misery so that-as I also now know-they turned to gay little girl for comfort. A fair sex then, of the time of which I speak, could not so easily be thrown out of her own family as hitherto had been the display case, and if she could not vent her marital anger upon her married man then she would do so upon the servants.

As clock time passed my stepmother explained all such things to me, not by lecturing but by quiet remarks that she knew would pretend an impression on me, as they did, for female absorb more in such matters than do male person. girlfriend are closest to their mothers and I became now so to my immediate female protector. While I now helped her to dress for the afternoon, she gave me a little titillation 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 pleasures provided they do no eventual impairment to anyone. Did you know that I had caned your sister ?"I was startled and showed it. I did not even know that we had a cane about the house."She was willful. A female child must not be headstrong. She must read all for her own benefits. That is the purpose of being taught. The road may look hard at first but soon it leads to pleasant meadows and there one may disport oneself as one wishes."Perhaps the most astonishing prospect of this was that Sarah had said nothing to me, though we always normally confided in each other, as sisters do.

Curiously enough-and such was the military capability of our stepmother's personality-I believed it all the more for Sarah's strange omission. Besides, and though this was only what might be called a side thought, the remark about my babe's bottom had intrigued me and now was cleared up."Oh, did it smart her ?"I asked but of curiosity but also out of protectiveness."No more than than it will you, my pet, when I have to do it."“ She did not severalise Papa though ?"I asked, though my tone of vocalization was rather in the form of a program line than a query."Certainly not. She knows practiced than to do that,"came the reply. With that she took a Turkish cigarette from a box beside her table and lit it. With a quite merry smile she offered one to me but I shook my head."You will come to like them I believe ; what a pleasant essence they give off,"I was told. I wanted then to take a puff ; but it was too tardily to ask and I dared not.

Then with quite a thrive she swept past me, opened a press and from a shelf took down a whippy cane, the sight of which truly made me quiver. Told to feel it I extended my hand timidly and touched its milled control surface."I tingled her up with it well, Clara. Do you know 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 matter you should do-but that is a mystery saying, as my mummy used to call it, and you will take the significance of it soon enough. Suppose after dinner tonight when we are all in the draft room, I told you to heighten your dress and bear on your knickers down. Would it be naughty to refuse ?"“ In battlefront 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 palm."It stings beautifully. You should make seen Sarah's hips waggle !"“ But what did she do ?"“ Does it count ? Perhaps it was something she would not do. leave you not trust me to behave in your substantially stake always ?"“ Yes."I could reply in no other way. Most curiously or not, after what had occurred I trusted her completely. I knew no strain of cruelty in her and so was more intrigued than fearful at her words."Let me lay it a slight across your own lovely hindquarters. Shall I ?"Was it in truth a request or a command ? I stood fixed and in that moment squeezed my nether face together."Please don't,"I stammered."You are refusing ? What a naughty daughter 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 tail hot and gear up,"she murmured. Quite as one mesmerized, I stood still though my legs trembled as with tiresome but certain handwriting she raised my dress inch by inch until first the back of my thigh and then my knickered bottom were revealed."sales booth still,"she said severely. I blinked and did so.

Then, holding up my dress high, she laid the cane at a right angle across my chubby cheeks and there held it as if to give me the feel of it. I did not move nor could have done without her bidding and knew it."The cane may be cruel or it may not. It may act as a punishment or a spur. 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 moment, I did hope her. She tapped the cane lightly across my pert moon, causing me to mouth a penetrating"OOOOH !"though I felt little from it."Now again,"she murmured,"bend forward, keep your garb up and your can well cleave out."“ B… b… but…,"I stammered. This briefest of rebellions was however quelled by a bingle look from her… As she stepped to one side of me,

I obeyed a petty miserably, feeling that I had somehow been trapped. Withal, however, I also entertained a sealed sense of daring and hullabaloo that I could not explain. Keeping my legs 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 apparel slipped but was soon drawn up again. In a businesslike manner she then turned me about so that I found my custody placed on the side of the bed. I wanted desperately to speak, to plead with her, but could find no manner of words to express."Now your drawers 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 men touched my bare bottom and I wilted.

This gesture of defensiveness was ignored."You will learn the make up posture, my pet. Make a hollow of your rachis so that the lunar month of your bottom is made the more prominent thereby. Do not curve your back in the rescind focussing for it looks absurd and is indeed naive."Her Bible were smooth enough but firm. Obeying hesitantly, I presented myself in the best fashion."Have no reverence. I do not mean to scorch you,"came her voice.

I heard then a hiss as of the cane slicing through the air."THOOO !"I squealed, for twinkle as the stroke was, and full across my young orb, it stung me and I reared."Still now, Clara !"she barked. I gave a slight wailing sob and waited. Then my side by side and longer wailing cry was uttered as this time I received another scorcher, though in the true I know it to have been but a skimming motility of the cane at which she was so virtuoso."NA-NAH-NAH !"I heard myself sob and worked my hips madly, endeavouring as one does to shake off the tongues of flame that were leaping through me. Even in the thick of my cry, however, a 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 protestation to the mankind."Dear little one, it is but your number 1 taster. Did I deal with you so harshly, my sweet slight dear ?"I blubbered only because the thought of it had proven perhaps forged than the deed. Her hand stroked my hair, my expression was pressed into her perfumed bosom. Her Word ran over me like softly drifting leave of absence 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 piddling and she knew it, stroked my hair continually and kissed my nuzzle and brow."You come up well, darling-you rhytidectomy it well. We call it presenting, you know, and I shall learn you a little more about that later. There now, let me solace your prissy hot bottom. A minuscule hot, is it not, but you can not say that I truly hurt you, can you ?"I shook my head, face hidden. It had stung me awfully, yet I could not distinguish it as a pain."Now, darling, the final military greeting. Your tongue, quickly,"she breathed. My side was lifted. I surrendered anew, but therewith her forefinger found the tight, warm cleft of my keister and rotated its tip around my rumple kettle of fish.

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

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Notes ;

1. During my visit to London for discipline where we had an Old Ancestral place, I stumbled on a crime syndicate treasure. Apart from other things I also found a protuberance of books, diaries, and banknote in the hoarded wealth which contained Hellenic, Age-old, Erotic Quran, Novels, and Magazines probably collected by my Ancestors. They are all timeless and precious. They are a must-read for all smut lovers.

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3. The author is alien

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