Clara must be trained ! It is her stepmother who decides that the youthful woman must be a rightful professional when it comes to sex and mastery. The insatiable Clara can not get enough - of neither men or charwoman. Her life is filled with sex and spanking ... Before internet porn, before porn videos, before porn picture show, people lusting for raunchy, X-rated entertainment read pornographic books and mag. straightlaced and Edwardian England had its own adult amusement industry - countless erotic novels were put out by shady publishers, some books were printed by the authors themselves, and well-nigh of the writers were anonymous. Many of these nineteenth one C Quran are surprisingly kinky, and some of them may be quite vile to advanced day reader - in more shipway than one. The anonymously written `` First preparation '' is a great example of sadomasochistic Victorian smut. The author is still terra incognita.

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First training



CHAPTER ONE



I DO NOT come back the departure of my dear momma, for I was then too new. I guard her likeness still, faded as it has become. That she was a gentle char I have no doubts. I would have followed in her ways, perhaps, had not my father remarried. I remember well the coming of Stepmama, as I first called her. Fatherhood was then no more than than thirty-five 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 allure to all manly eyes. I remember that she awed me a little at first, for her voice, though well modulated, caused even pop to claim immediate poster of her at all times, it having a tone to it that is rare to encounter. Strange were those beginning daylight, for sometimes there was merriment, social assembly and parties, and at others a benign secrecy in the house which Papa seemed to take over as his due.

My sidekick Robert was much taken with her. She would tease or even flatter him sometimes, but at others scold him and send him to his room. All affair began to transfer. There was much alteration of furniture with carts drawn by slap-up dray horses coming and going. This occasioned much excitement, but we were not allowed to express it unduly. There was too a lot jumble in the rooms, she declared, and so many small tables and whatnots among which the housemaids had to thread their way when cleanup were cleared away and to a greater extent place made. In place of small settees, magnanimous ones were brought in, their ornate screening delighting me so that I loved to ricochet up and down on them and find 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 choice morsel so that my older sister, Sarah, and Henry Martyn Robert became envious, but she would have none of that. We could not but notice that Papa was quieter in her comportment than he had been before, and had it not been for the sociable correctitude I am sure she would bear taken her place at the pass of the table."I wonder she does not wear the pant,"Sarah once remarked crossly, though the speech were said without malice for it was hard to recoup admiration from her. My stepmama's name was Julia. The name suited her for its profuseness. She was above middling height and indeed when she wore boots or shoes of a sure type was to be seen as improbable as dad. Her fuzz was sometimes taken up in a bun which revealed a lovely swanlike neck opening, 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 maid, who could often be seen glancing at her with awestricken eyes.

piece of cake she was a good deal fond of and would take us on them when father was about his business. From such as I learned, he had been more lax in the past with his personal business but was spurred on by her and indeed she would sometimes state him when to go and when to yield. 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 picayune in dear with her. My special pleasance as I grew quondam I began to occasionally attend her in dressing. Poor Smith would be sent out and I set first to aid undo the lure and eyes in her gown. This being removed revealed a Delicious frothing of lacy half-slip and underskirt. As I helped move out these in turn I would sometimes ascertain myself touching her thighs and feeling the perfumed warmth of her body, which made me quite enamoured of her. Occasionally when divested to her stays, stockings and bootees, she would even utter a little cooing auditory sensation 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 stuffing postpone mirror.

As she spoke she slowly unlaced the strawman of her corset and therewith unveiled two large firm breasts of such marbleized whiteness that I could not help oneself but gaze upon them in awe and envy. The brownness nipples upon them, set in large aureole of sweetly crinkled anatomy, stuck out boldly, being conelike and finely-pointed. With a little sigh as if taken herself by her dish, she then cupped them and gazed at me smiling."One day yours will be as gravid,"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 door and felt flustered, thinking that Smith might return."No one will come in. necessitate off your dress,"I was told. The sunlight came softly into her room and made a haze of all, casting its milky shine through the dusty curtains. One is not of row 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 birth expressed."Let me help you, dear,"she murmured and with that her fingers were officious all about me so that in no fourth dimension at all I stood in my chemise."accept this off, too,"came her speech.

When I did so, my bubbies-already lofty and firm-were revealed. Her optic opened slightly in admiration, which of course pleased me. My tit had already grown well and would not have scorned the title of pumpkins, the skin velvet smooth and plenteous, and proud to exhibit my hemangioma simplex pap. That at to the lowest degree is what my stepmother called them while gently tweaking the tips until my face grew flushed 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 wooden leg dangling over the edge and pulled me upon her so that I stumbled and fell between her stockpile legs. Holding me so, she gazed up at me quite dreamily and cupped my typeface in her hand."What a smasher you are becoming,"she murmured and then so adjusted herself with a supple movement of her dead body 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 bridge player beneath my chin and so keeping my mouth directed to hers, she stroked with the former down my back. I wore by then only my shorts, flannel stockings and strap-over shoes such as had just come into fashion. Our pap tingled together and brushed like rubbery thorns, for I can mean of no other de***********ion for the opinion. Without speaking far then, she pouted her lips prettily and brushed them lightly all about my own, making me feel quite swoony. Our breathing spell intermingled. My breasts seemed to puff up."I have been longing to kiss you,"she whispered against my oral fissure, this being said in such a soft, seductive tone 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 best I could in my stance, felt my face suffused still, though with excitation rather than embarrassment, and a decent tingling in my belly. Never having done such a thing before, the mellowness and lovingness of her body felt superb under mine."I want to teach you. leave you let me ?"she husked.

I knew not the real number meaning of her words, but the helpless wonderment in my eyes spoke for me. Tremulously I felt her fingers pulling on the ties of my drawers which she then began to crinkle down. I started a lilliputian at that, but she purred something incomprehensible into my ear and then worked them so quickly down that in a jiffy my nakedness was pressed into the cotton of her drawers 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 hired man to support myself and gaze down upon her."Can you feel mine comfortably ?"she asked."Yes,"I said, quite in a daze, but much excited. I could not resist wriggling a trivial 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 kiss. Part your lips a slight and protrude your glossa into my mouth, then you will feel my own. incite it all around so that I can feel it."I gurgled, I panted. What I was experiencing was so beautiful and unbelievable that all the man's other pleasures seemed as naught to this. Her clapper, wet and long, coiled about my own, causing me the most exquisite sensations as our cunnies background together. Hers, being veiled, exuded a cold-shoulder moisture which seeped through her drawers, creating an oiliness between us. Her own hips began to mould more yet her movements were gentle and undulating so that it was as if I were upon a fleshly sea of wondrous breaking ball and extrusion.

Her breather hissed through her anterior naris in a fine spray of heating."more,"she choked. I had intruded my tongue further. All time ceased and I could sense only the lure moisture and the slow circling of our lip. Gliding down slowly, her hands began caressing my smooth bottom boldness. I quivered as she felt delicately down and into the tight rut between the chubby half-moons, which caused her to clamp my mouth the Thomas More 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 recollect her Logos, which appeared to infuse her with even not bad upheaval for of a sudden she rolled me on to my back and, cupping her hand under my moist quim, rubbed the ball of her thumb around my spot, making me twist."keep your leg open,"she admonished me, her globes rubbing suavely over my own. So watch was her tone that I obeyed. My eyes and mouth were open. The ceiling swirled above me, the plaster Cupid on it appearing to move of their own accord. Finding me quiescent and with my thighs held apart, she stroked my eyebrow."What cocks are going to pulsate and rave in this warm up little nest ! Have you seen one yet ?"she asked while rubbing me gently all the sentence. I shook my drumhead. address would not come. My belly was melting.

I began to jolt my fundament, poised as it was on the rolled edge of the bed."I wonder who I shall put you to first ?"she then mused. My finger clasped and unclasped, my promontory rolled from side to side. Completely predate to the exciting movement of her pollex and digit, I could but utter small gasps. The room grew ever muzzy about me. I sought null but fulfillment, as she well knew. The firm fleshy bumping of her bosom upon mine was delicious and added to my delirious sensations. I gritted my tooth."seminal fluid on, come on, Clara,"I heard her utter. A thin whine escaped me, or a audio More akin to mewing. I raised my bottom, arched my dorsum, and then her tongue plunged into my oral cavity, 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 whiten luminescence, my physical structure limp and seemingly boneless."trade good fille,"she murmured. I made to seize at her tightly, but she rose suddenly and sauntered back to her salad 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-class honours degree lesson,"she said, which made me feel so expose and guilty that I sat up and quickly snatched at my chemise which lay crumpled near the animal 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 stimulate,"she admonished me, then with a jest rose, bent over me and kissed my moist brow."I will instruct you everything. Will you obey me ?"she asked.

I wanted then to run and hide, was in two minds 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 decent, as the curious phrase has it. Lest the proofreader cogitate me a instinctive wanton, I must hire concern not to drop a line too much 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 hallucinating 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 watchword before."Of grade,"she said simply,"but we must think of that erotic love and obedience go ever hand in hand. volition you remember that ever ? I wish you to. I am obedient to my principles and to those that my pricey mammy instilled in me. I may even be obedient to your desires when they are more aroused in you."The meaning of such words meant minuscule 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 backside and second joint through my dress and was pleased, I believe, that I stood submissively to this."Do you 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 look of appreciation in her eyes such as flattered me greatly. While I had admired and gone in awe of her, even of path felt affection for all her benignity and even her occasional 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, more than fey and more awkward, but she will train well-in due course."Indeed yes, I remember well the first emergence of that word from her lips. At that minute I had no cause to dwell 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 baby and stepmother, but could not of course bring myself to ask.

Then, as female child will, I persuaded myself that it was but a careless remark. I was as one who longs to say many matter but does not cognize what they are. Sensing this, she was most patient with me."There is naught that anyone else need recognise of such affair, Clara-not at least until I wish it,"said she. The icon of Papa immediately sprang to mind, most naturally, for I had no incertitude 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 cleaning lady of our time were ever spiritless and dutiful, but that is not so. I have known stark harridans who made their better half's life a misery so that-as I also now know-they turned to gay girl for comfort. A woman then, of the clock 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 clock time passed my stepmother explained all such things to me, not by lecturing but by quiet comment that she knew would make an effect on me, as they did, for female absorb more in such thing than do males. Girls are airless to their mothers and I became now so to my quick female guardian. While I now helped her to dress for the afternoon, she gave me a footling 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 pleasures are to be looked upon as pleasance 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 theatre."She was froward. A girl must not be willful. She must learn all for her own benefits. That is the purpose of being taught. The route may seem hard at first but soon it leads to pleasant meadow and there one may rollick oneself as one wishes."Perhaps the most astonishing face of this was that Sarah had said aught 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 Sir Thomas More for Sarah's strange omission. Besides, and though this was only what might be called a side of meat cerebration, the remark about my baby's posterior had intrigued me and now was cleared up."Oh, did it hurt her ?"I asked but of curiosity but also out of protectiveness."No to a greater extent than it will you, my pet, when I have to do it."“ She did not tell Papa though ?"I asked, though my step of part was rather in the grade of a statement than a inquiry."Certainly not. She knows in force 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 perfume they give off,"I was told. I wanted then to get hold of a drag ; but it was too of late to ask and I dared not.

Then with quite a flourish she swept past me, opened a wardrobe and from a shelf took down a whippy cane, the hatful of which truly made me quiver. Told to feel it I extended my hand timidly and touched its polished aerofoil."I tingled her up with it well, Clara. Do you know what being naughty is ?"“ Why, yes, it is doing affair that one shouldn't,"I replied naively."Oh ? Do you reckon ? It is also not doing things you should do-but that is a mystery saying, as my mommy used to call it, and you will learn the meaning of it soon enough. Suppose after dinner party tonight when we are all in the draftsmanship room, I told you to resurrect your apparel and push your bloomers down. Would it be naughty to refuse ?"“ In social movement 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 flog 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 rosehip wag !"“ But what did she do ?"“ Does it count ? Perhaps it was something she would not do. will you not desire me to behave in your best interests 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 cruelness in her and so was more fascinate than fearful at her words."Let me lay it a picayune across your own endearing bottom. Shall I ?"Was it in the true a postulation or a dictation ? I stood rigid and in that moment squeezed my nether cheeks together."Please don't,"I stammered."You are refusing ? What a naughty young woman you are !"But her spirit was only that of a vamper, then she beckoned me and I softened and moved back to her."I would adore to lambaste 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 dim but certain hand she raised my dress inch by inch until maiden the rachis of my thighs and then my knickered rear end were revealed."pedestal still,"she said severely. I blinked and did so.

Then, holding up my clothes higher, she laid the cane at a correct angle across my chubby cheeks and there held it as if to give me the look of it. I did not proceed nor could bear done without her command and knew it."The cane may be cruel or it may not. It may act as a penalization 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 trust her. She tapped the cane lightly across my pert Sun Myung Moon, causing me to utter a penetrating"OOOOH !"though I felt piddling from it."Now again,"she murmured,"bend forward, keep your dress up and your hindquarters well nonplus out."“ B… b… but…,"I stammered. This briefest of rising was however quelled by a single look from her… As she stepped to one side of me,

I obeyed a piddling miserably, feeling that I had somehow been trapped. Withal, however, I also entertained a certain sensation of boldness and hullabaloo that I could not explain. Keeping my stage straight, I reared my underside and waited."I adore your obeisance, Clara. Remain obedient still."I knew then that she meant to lambast me. My dress slipped but was soon drawn up again. In a businesslike way she then turned me about so that I found my hands placed on the face of the bed. I wanted desperately to speak, to plead with her, but could observe no manner of Good Book to give tongue to."Now your knickers down again,"I heard, and as recently as they had been donned so now as easily did they cascade down, gliding down to my ankles and there subsiding in a forlorn pool. Her hands touched my bare bottom and I wilted.

This motion of defensiveness was ignored."You will acquire the correct posture, my pet. take a leak a hollow of your dorsum so that the moon of your rear end is made the more big thereby. Do not arch your dorsum in the contrary instruction for it looks absurd and is indeed naive."Her words were smooth enough but firm. Obeying hesitantly, I presented myself in the comfortably manner."Have no fear. I do not have in mind to scorch you,"came her voice.

I heard then a hiss as of the cane slicing through the air."THOOO !"I squealed, for light as the stroke was, and full across my young orb, it stung me and I reared."Still now, Clara !"she barked. I gave a fiddling wailing sob and waited. Then my next and longer wailing cry was uttered as this time I received another screamer, though in verity I know it to have been but a scan gesture of the cane at which she was so champion."NA-NAH-NAH !"I heard myself sob and worked my hips madly, endeavouring as one does to shake off the clapper of fire that were leaping through me. Even in the thick of my cry, however, a third bit into me, and this prison term truly did for I leapt and clutched at my bottom, not caring about my military 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 disembowel me about so that I sagged against her and sobbed my protests to the world."Dear slight one, it is but your get-go taster. Did I carry on with you so harshly, my sweet little dearest ?"I blubbered only because the thought of it had proven perhaps worse than the deed. Her mitt stroked my hairsbreadth, my face was pressed into her perfumed bosom. Her Holy Scripture ran over me like softly drifting leafage 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 backtalk and once Sir Thomas 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 niggling and she knew it, stroked my pilus continually and kissed my poke and brow."You come up well, darling-you nip and tuck it well. We call it presenting, you know, and I shall learn you a little more about that later. There now, let me comfort your nice hot bottom. A small hot, is it not, but you can not say that I truly ache you, can you ?"I shook my head, brass hidden. It had stung me awfully, yet I could not describe 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, quick cleft of my bottom and rotated its tip around my gather trap.

Feeling the unknown sensation of that feeling I pressed myself into her involuntarily, which was what she desired for her fingerbreadth followed and gently rubbed me there again all around the rubbery rim of my silence. Thus our venter and stage were tight together and I could not head for the hills, intoxicated anew by the sugariness lashing of her natural language. Curiously enough I felt then with her liberal caressing a little moisture in my bottomhole and my knees sagged. Then, withdrawing her back talk from mine but keeping the tip of her finger ever pressed demandingly there, she smiled down at me."Oh yes, truly you are my favorite,"she whispered, and you have now had your first trials."

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