Clara must be trained ! It is her stepmother who decides that the Young adult female must be a avowedly professional when it comes to sex and mastery. The insatiate Clara can not get enough - of neither men or cleaning lady. Her biography is filled with sex and spanking ... Before cyberspace porn, before porn videos, before smut movies, people lusting for raunchy, X-rated entertainment read pornographic books and magazines. Victorian and Edwardian England had its own adult entertainment diligence - countless erotic novels were put out by shadowy publisher, some books were printed by the authors themselves, and most of the writers were anonymous. Many of these nineteenth one C Koran are surprisingly kinky, and some of them may be quite offensive to advanced day lector - in more fashion than one. The anonymously written `` 1st Training '' is a smashing example of sadomasochistic Victorian erotica. The source is still unknown quantity.

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low training



CHAPTER ONE



I DO NOT hark back the passing of my love Mama, for I was then too offspring. I guard her likeness still, faded as it has become. That she was a pacify woman I have no doubts. I would have followed in her ways, perhaps, had not my Padre remarried. I remember well the coming of Stepmama, as I first called her. Padre was then no to a greater extent than thirty-five and she was twenty eight. I remember her being all of a glitter, much taken with jewellery as she ever is, tight-waisted, slender, and an allure to all male heart. I remember that she awed me a little at first, for her voice, though well modulated, caused even Papa to take quick notice of her at all times, it having a quality to it that is rarefied to encounter. Strange were those first mean solar day, for sometimes there was playfulness, social assemblage and party, and at others a benignant silence in the firm which daddy seemed to accept as his due.

My blood brother Henry M. Robert was much taken with her. She would tease or even flatter him sometimes, but at others scold him and charge him to his elbow room. All things began to commute. There was much alteration of furniture with go-cart drawn by great dray cavalry coming and going. This occasioned lots turmoil, but we were not allowed to express it unduly. There was too much fuddle in the elbow room, she declared, and so many small tabular array and whatnots among which the maid had to meander their way when cleaning were cleared away and Sir Thomas More blank made. In piazza of small settee, larger ones were brought in, their flowery natural 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 dearie. Often she cast a most kindly eye on me and fed me tidbits so that my sure-enough sister, Sarah, and Henry M. Robert became jealous, but she would birth 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 sociable propriety I am for certain she would have taken her place at the read/write head of the table."I wonder she does not wear the trousers,"Sarah once remarked crossly, though the countersign were said without spitefulness for it was unmanageable to withhold admiration from her. My stepmama's epithet was Julia. The epithet suited her for its fullness. She was above middling top and indeed when she wore flush or shoe of a certain type 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 sweep it which she did, to the annoying of Joseph Smith, her personal maiden, who could often be seen glancing at her with awestruck eyes.

Picnics she was much fond of and would take us on them when Father-God was about his business. From such as I learned, he had been more lax in the past with his intimacy but was spurred on by her and indeed she would sometimes enjoin him when to go and when to regress. He abided meekly by her conclusion as we all did, and so as may well be imagined we looked up to her and perhaps I believe were all a petty in love with her. My particular pleasure as I grew one-time I began to occasionally assist her in stuffing. Poor David Smith would be sent out and I set first to aid undo the hooking and eyes in her gown. This being removed revealed a luscious frothing of lacy petticoats and underskirts. As I helped remove these in play I would sometimes find myself touching her thigh and feeling the perfumed warmth of her consistency, which made me quite enamoured of her. Occasionally when divested to her girdle, stockings and bootees, she would even talk a little cooing sound as she held my mitt 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 fertilisation shelve mirror.

As she spoke she slowly unlaced the front of her girdle and therewith unveiled two declamatory firm breast of such marbled whiteness that I could not help but gaze upon them in awe and envy. The John Brown nipples upon them, set in large aureoles of sweetly crinkled shape, stuck out boldly, being conical and finely-pointed. With a piddling suspire as if taken herself by her ravisher, 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. express me, Clara,"she went on and turned about on her faeces. I turned my head towards the door and felt flustered, thinking that Smith might yield."No one will come up in. Take off your attire,"I was told. The sun came softly into her room and made a haze of all, casting its milky refulgence through the dusty curtains. One is not of course ever flustered at undressing in presence of another of one's own sex, but perhaps some flickering of intuition told me of something that I could not give expressed."Let me help oneself you, dear,"she murmured and with that her fingerbreadth were interfering all about me so that in no prison term at all I stood in my sack."fill this off, too,"came her words.

When I did so, my bubbies-already gallant and firm-were revealed. Her optic opened slightly in appreciation, which of course pleased me. My titty had already grown well and would not have scorned the deed of conveyance of pumpkins, the skin velvet smooth and productive, and proud to display my strawberry nipples. That at least is what my stepmother called them while gently tweaking the tips until my face grew flush 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 legs dangling over the boundary and pulled me upon her so that I stumbled and fell between her stockinged 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 movement of her soundbox that my nipples came upon her own."There-is that not nice ?"she whispered.

Her lips were immediately under mine and I could scarce speak for agitation. Slipping one bridge player 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 place such as had just come into fashion. Our nipples tingled together and brushed like rubbery thorns, for I can retrieve of no other de***********ion for the touch. Without speaking further then, she pouted her lips prettily and brushed them lightly all about my own, making me feel quite swoony. Our breather intermingled. My breast seemed to swell up."I have been longing to kiss you,"she whispered against my mouth, this being said in such a lenient, seductive look that I moved my arms around her neck and felt distinctly the burr of blockheaded curls around her pussy pressing into mine through our drawers. Did I like it, I was asked, and I nodded as just I could in my bearing, felt my face suffused still, though with excitement rather than embarrassment, and a decent tingle in my belly. Never having done such a thing before, the richness and warmth of her physical structure felt superb under mine."I want to teach you. bequeath you let me ?"she husked.

I knew not the literal significance of her words, but the lost marvel in my eyes spoke for me. Tremulously I felt her fingers pulling on the ties of my boxers which she then began to wrinkle down. I started a minuscule at that, but she purred something incomprehensible into my ear and then worked them so quickly down that in a twinkling my nudity was pressed into the cotton of her drawer where I could more distinctly feel the hump of her cunny. Then she pressed me up a little so that I had to use my script to brook myself and gaze down upon her."Can you experience mine better ?"she asked."Yes,"I said, quite in a fog, but much excited. I could not jib wriggling a little which pleased her for she laughed softly."I like doing it through my knickers 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 kiss. Part your lips a little and protrude your tongue into my mouth, then you will palpate my own. Move it all around so that I can feel it."I gurgled, I panted. What I was experiencing was so beautiful and unconvincing that all the world's other delight seemed as naught to this. Her natural language, wet and long, coiled about my own, causing me the most exquisite star as our cunnies soil together. Hers, being veiled, exuded a slender wet which seeped through her knickers, creating an oiliness between us. Her own hips began to make more yet her move were gentle and undulating so that it was as if I were upon a sensual sea of wondrous curved shape and bumps.

Her breathing spell hissed through her nostrils in a fine spray of hotness."Thomas More,"she choked. I had intruded my tongue further. All time ceased and I could feel only the entice wet and the slow circling of our mouth. Gliding down slowly, her hands began caressing my unruffled fundament cheeks. I quivered as she felt delicately down and into the tight vallecula between the chubby half-moons, which caused her to clamp my sassing the to a greater extent on to hers."What lovely bottoms you and Sarah have. I am going to make them do such nice things,"she whispered, though only afterwards was I able to gather myself sufficiently to recall her actor's line, which appeared to steep her with even greater upheaval for of a sudden she rolled me on to my binding and, cupping her bridge player under my moist quim, rubbed the ball of her thumb around my spot, making me writhe."Keep your leg open air,"she admonished me, her globes rubbing suavely over my own. So determined was her feeling that I obeyed. My eyes and sassing were unresolved. The ceiling swirled above me, the plaster cupid on it appearing to move of their own accord. Finding me quiescent and with my thigh held apart, she stroked my brow."What tool are going to throb and gush in this warm picayune nest ! Have you seen one yet ?"she asked while rubbing me gently all the time. I shook my question. oral communication would not add up. My belly was melting.

I began to jar my bottom, poised as it was on the rolled sharpness of the bed."I wonder who I shall put you to first ?"she then mused. My fingers clasped and unclasped, my head rolled from side to side. Completely feed to the turn on motility of her thumb and fingers, I could but unadulterated slight gasp. The elbow room grew ever foggy about me. I sought nothing but fulfilment, as she well knew. The business firm fleshy bumping of her titty upon mine was pleasant-tasting and added to my delirious sensations. I gritted my teeth."Come on, come on, Clara,"I heard her utter. A cut whine escaped me, or a speech sound more consanguine to mewing. I raised my bottom, arched my back, and then her tongue plunged into my oral cavity, swirling all around my own, while I, panting madly, loosed a fine salty rainfall upon her fingers and-uttering a croaking gasp-all but swooned. I was dissolving as if in a pallid white luminescence, my eubstance limp and seemingly boneless."goodness girl,"she murmured. I made to clutch at her tightly, but she rose suddenly and sauntered back to her dressing table where she sat heavily, bowed her head for a consequence and then turned towards me."Dress yourself, darling. It was but your first example,"she said, which made me feel so exposed and hangdog that I sat up and quickly snatched at my chemise which lay crumpled near the foot of the bed. My pants being by then dangling around one ankle caused her to express mirth fondly."Slowly-always slowly, Clara. dame do not rush,"she admonished me, then with a laugh rose, bent grass over me and kissed my moist eyebrow."I will instruct you everything. Will you obey me ?"she asked.

I wanted then to run and hide out, was in two psyche about everything, yet so pleasurably pulsing between my legs that I fain would have had her do it to me all again."Yes,"I heard myself reply. While she straightened, turned back to her mirror and began humming to herself, I made myself comme il faut, as the curious musical phrase has it. Lest the lecturer think me a natural wanton, I must train caution not to write too lots from hindsight. I was inexperienced person of all save what had just happened. I was not, though, a goody-goody and had begun of recent to toy with myself when abed, though never with such frantic results 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 language before."Of course,"she said simply,"but we must commemorate that beloved and respect go ever hired man in hand. Will you remember that ever ? I wish you to. I am obedient to my principles and to those that my dearest Mama instilled in me. I may even be obedient to your desires when they are more sex in you."The significance of such words meant trivial enough to me then.

I was all of a-tremble with pleasure 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 round my bottom and thighs through my dress and was please, I believe, that I stood submissively to this."Do you bed me because it was prissy ? Answer quickly and truthfully, Clara."“ I love you and it was nice,"I answered impulsively and again I glimpsed a looking at of admiration in her eyes such as flattered me greatly. While I had admired and gone in awe of her, even of trend felt warmness for all her kindnesses and even her occasional sternness, I had never felt towards her as I did now."You do not stutter and bumble your replies. I like that,"she said."Sarah is different from you, more fey and more cumbersome, but she will rail well-in due course."Indeed yes, I remember well the starting time egress of that Book from her sass. At that present moment I had no lawsuit to dwell on it, yet it embedded itself in my retention so that when I later lay in bed that night it recurred to me constantly. I knew now that something had happened between my sister and stepmother, but could not of course of study bring myself to ask.

Then, as missy will, I persuaded myself that it was but a careless input. I was as one who longs to say many matter but does not know what they are. Sensing this, she was most affected role with me."There is naught that anyone else need know of such things, Clara-not at to the lowest degree until I wish it,"said she. The image of Papa immediately sprang to heed, about naturally, for I had no incertitude that she intended him as well. I was aware, as were Sarah and Henry M. 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 women of our meter were ever meek and dutiful, but that is not so. I have known double-dyed 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 business firm as hitherto had been the case, and if she could not vent her marital wrath upon her married man then she would do so upon the servants.

As fourth dimension passed my stepmother explained all such things to me, not by lecturing but by quiet remarks that she knew would work an impression on me, as they did, for females absorb more in such matters than do Male. daughter are stuffy to their mothers and I became now so to my prompt female guardian. While I now helped her to plume for the afternoon, she gave me a slight 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 obnubilate and more shy when not within the heat of it."Well, it is not,"she told me bluntly,"all pleasures are to be looked upon as pleasures provided they do no eventual harm 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 home."She was willful. A girl must not be willful. She must learn all for her own benefits. That is the purpose of being taught. The road may appear hard at kickoff but soon it leads to pleasant hayfield and there one may disport oneself as one wishes."Perhaps the most astonish aspect of this was that Sarah had said nothing to me, though we always normally confided in each early, as sister do.

Curiously enough-and such was the strength of our stepmother's personality-I believed it all the more for Sarah's strange skip. Besides, and though this was only what might be called a side intellection, the remark about my sister's bottom had intrigued me and now was cleared up."Oh, did it hurt her ?"I asked but of peculiarity but also out of protectiveness."No Thomas More than it will you, my pet, when I have to do it."“ She did not tell Papa though ?"I asked, though my tone of voice was rather in the variety of a statement than a question."Certainly not. She knows near than to do that,"came the reply. With that she took a Turkish fag from a box beside her table and lit it. With a quite merry smile she offered one to me but I shook my head word."You will get along to like them I believe ; what a pleasant fragrance they give off,"I was told. I wanted then to occupy a pouffe ; but it was too late to ask and I dared not.

Then with quite a flourish she swept past me, opened a wardrobe and from a ledge took down a whippy cane, the sight of which truly made me trembling. Told to finger it I extended my handwriting timidly and touched its polished 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 call back ? 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 import of it soon enough. Suppose after dinner tonight when we are all in the drawing room, I told you to elicit your dress and push your knee pants down. Would it be naughty to refuse ?"“ 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 palm."It stings beautifully. You should have seen Sarah's pelvic girdle waggle !"“ But what did she do ?"“ Does it matter ? Perhaps it was something she would not do. Will you not trust me to behave in your best interests always ?"“ Yes."I could respond in no other way. to the highest degree 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 little across your own lovely backside. Shall I ?"Was it in the true a postulation or a dictation ? I stood rigid and in that mo squeezed my nether buttock together."Please don't,"I stammered."You are refusing ? What a naughty lady friend you are !"But her tonus 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 derriere hot and ready,"she murmured. Quite as one mesmerized, I stood still though my ramification trembled as with slow but certain hand she raised my dress inch by inch until first the vertebral column of my second joint and then my knickered bottom were revealed."Stand still,"she said severely. I blinked and did so.

Then, holding up my attire mellow, she laid the cane at a properly angle across my chubby cheek and there held it as if to make me the smell of it. I did not move nor could have done without her bid and knew it."The cane may be cruel or it may not. It may act as a penalisation or a gad. I use it only as a spur, Clara, and never cruelly. You trust me in that, do you not ?"I nodded. Though mistrustful at that moment, I did confide her. She tapped the cane lightly across my pert moon, causing me to utter a sharply"OOOOH !"though I felt piddling from it."Now again,"she murmured,"bending forward, sustain your garb up and your bottom well deposit out."“ B… b… but…,"I stammered. This briefest of rebellion was however quelled by a exclusive look from her… As she stepped to one side of me,

I obeyed a little miserably, feeling that I had somehow been trapped. Withal, however, I also entertained a sealed sense of daring and fervor 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 frock slipped but was soon drawn up again. In a earnest manner she then turned me about so that I found my paw placed on the side of the bed. I wanted desperately to speak, to plead with her, but could find no manner of words to verbalize."Now your shorts 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 pond. Her paw touched my bare bottom and I wilted.

This motion of defensiveness was ignored."You will determine the chastise military strength, my pet. urinate a hollow of your back so that the moon of your keister is made the more outstanding thereby. Do not arch your backbone in the reverse direction for it looks nonsensical and is indeed naive."Her words were smoothen enough but firm. Obeying hesitantly, I presented myself in the best fashion."Have no care. I do not mean to scorch you,"came her voice.

I heard then a hushing as of the cane slicing through the air."THOOO !"I squealed, for light as the cam stroke was, and full across my young orb, it stung me and I reared."Still now, Clara !"she barked. I gave a little wailing sob and waited. Then my following and longer wailing cry was uttered as this time I received another scorcher, though in truth I know it to have been but a skip apparent motion of the cane at which she was so adept."NA-NAH-NAH !"I heard myself sob and worked my hip madly, endeavouring as one does to shake off the glossa of ardor that were leaping through me. Even in the midst of my cry, however, a third bit into me, and this time truly did for I leapt and clutched at my nates, not caring about my posture nor indeed about obedience. I was not however admonished for this nor did she try to still me but instead cast down the cane and imbibe me about so that I sagged against her and sobbed my dissent to the world."dearest fiddling one, it is but your first of all sampler. Did I deal with you so harshly, my sweet little love ?"I blubbered only because the thought of it had proven perhaps worse than the title. Her handwriting stroked my hair's-breadth, my fount was pressed into her perfumed bosom. Her words ran over me like softly drifting farewell 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 issue a little and she knew it, stroked my hair continually and kissed my nose and brow."You come up well, darling-you elevation it well. We call it presenting, you know, and I shall teach you a little more about that later. There now, let me soothe your decent hot bottom. A fiddling hot, is it not, but you can not say that I truly hurt you, can you ?"I shook my caput, face hidden. It had stung me awfully, yet I could not distinguish it as a pain."Now, darling, the concluding salute. Your tongue, quickly,"she breathed. My face was lifted. I surrendered anew, but therewith her forefinger found the tight, strong cleft of my tush and rotated its tip around my puckered pickle.

Feeling the strange sensation of that touch 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 privateness. Thus our bellies and pegleg were squiffy together and I could not escape, intoxicated anew by the sweetened flagellation of her tongue. Curiously enough I felt then with her progressive caressing a thin wet in my bottomhole and my knee joint 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 favourite,"she whispered, and you have now had your initiative trials."

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