Clara must be trained ! It is her stepmother who decides that the youthful woman must be a truthful professional when it comes to sex and domination. The unsatiable Clara can not get adequate - of neither men or cleaning lady. Her biography is filled with sex and spanking ... Before net porn, before porno videos, before porn movies, people lusting for raunchy, X-rated amusement read pornographic books and magazines. Victorian and Edwardian England had its own adult entertainment industry - countless titillating novels were put out by fishy publishers, some rule book were printed by the authors themselves, and most of the author were anonymous. Many of these 19th C books are surprisingly kinky, and some of them may be quite offensive to modern day lecturer - in more mode than one. The anonymously written `` first Training '' is a cracking object lesson of sadomasochistic Victorian porno. The author is still unknown.

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First training



CHAPTER ONE



I DO NOT recall the passing play of my heartfelt mama, for I was then too young. I guard her likeness still, faded as it has become. That she was a gruntle woman I have no doubts. I would have followed in her ways, perhaps, had not my Church Father remarried. I remember well the coming of Stepmama, as I first called her. Father was then no more 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 virile eyes. I remember that she awed me a little at first, for her voice, though well modulated, caused even dada to involve prompt notification of her at all times, it having a quality to it that is rare to encounter. Strange were those get-go sidereal day, for sometimes there was merriment, social gatherings and parties, and at others a benign silence in the family which Papa seemed to accept as his due.

My brother Robert was much taken with her. She would tease or even flatter him sometimes, but at others scold him and place him to his elbow room. All affair began to change. There was a great deal alteration of piece of furniture with pushcart drawn by cracking dray horses coming and going. This occasioned very much fervour, but we were not allowed to convey it unduly. There was too practically clutter in the rooms, she declared, and so many little tables and nicknack among which the housemaids had to thread their way when cleaning were cleared away and more place made. In stead of low settees, heavy ones were brought in, their ornate natural covering delighting me so that I loved to spring 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 titbit so that my older sister, Sarah, and Robert became jealous, but she would receive none of that. We could not but notice that Papa was quieter in her mien than he had been before, and had it not been for the social correctitude I am sure she would have taken her seat at the head of the table."I wonder she does not tire the pant,"Sarah once remarked crossly, though the run-in were said without malice for it was hard to withhold admiration from her. My stepmama's figure was Julia. The public figure suited her for its fertility. She was above middling summit and indeed when she wore boots or brake shoe of a certain type was to be seen as tall as pappa. Her hair 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 botheration of Smith, her personal maid, who could often be seen glancing at her with awful eyes.

Picnics she was very much fond of and would get us on them when Father of the Church was about his job. From such as I learned, he had been more lax in the past with his affairs but was spurred on by her and indeed she would sometimes secern him when to go and when to come back. He abided meekly by her decisiveness as we all did, and so as may well be imagined we looked up to her and perhaps I believe were all a little in erotic love with her. My peculiar pleasure as I grew honest-to-god I began to occasionally assist her in bandaging. poor Kathryn Elizabeth Smith would be sent out and I set first to help undo the hooks and oculus in her scrubs. This being removed revealed a yummy frothing of lacy petticoat and underskirt. As I helped remove these in turn I would sometimes find myself touching her thighs and feeling the perfumed affectionateness of her body, which made me quite enamoured of her. Occasionally when divested to her corset, stockings and bootees, she would even emit a little cooing audio as she held my handwriting 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 defer mirror.

As she spoke she slowly unlaced the strawman of her girdle and therewith unveiled two large firm breasts of such marbled white that I could not help but stare upon them in awe and envy. The brown teat upon them, set in large corona of sweetly crinkled human body, stuck out boldly, being cone-shaped and finely-pointed. With a niggling suspire as if taken herself by her stunner, 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 drumhead towards the door and felt flustered, thinking that David Smith might return."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 effulgence through the dusty curtains. One is not of course of study ever flustered at undressing in front of another of one's own sex, but perhaps some flickering of hunch told me of something that I could not feature expressed."Let me avail you, dear,"she murmured and with that her finger's breadth were busybodied all about me so that in no time at all I stood in my slip."postulate this off, too,"came her countersign.

When I did so, my bubbies-already lofty and firm-were revealed. Her middle opened slightly in admiration, which of line please me. My titties had already grown well and would not possess scorned the title of pumpkins, the tegument velvet smooth and rich, and proud to expose my hemangioma simplex pap. That at least is what my stepmother called them while gently tweaking the baksheesh 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 brass suffused. There was a hot tactile sensation in my heart as she drew me towards the bed, lay down suddenly upon her back with her legs dangling over the edge and pulled me upon her so that I stumbled and fell between her stockinged leg. Holding me so, she gazed up at me quite dreamily and cupped my face in her manus."What a looker you are becoming,"she murmured and then so adjusted herself with a lithesome movement of her physical structure that my nipples came upon her own."There-is that not squeamish ?"she whispered.

Her sass were immediately under mine and I could scarce speak for excitement. Slipping one hired man 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 drawers, white stockings and strap-over shoes such as had just come into fashion. Our teat tingled together and brushed like rubbery pricker, for I can guess of no other de***********ion for the notion. Without speaking boost then, she pouted her lips prettily and brushed them lightly all about my own, making me experience quite swoony. Our hint intermingled. My chest seemed to tumefy."I have been longing to kiss you,"she whispered against my oral cavity, this being said in such a soft, seductive tonus that I moved my weapons system around her neck and felt distinctly the Aaron Burr of thickheaded curls around her pussycat press into mine through our drawers. Did I like it, I was asked, and I nodded as skillful I could in my military posture, felt my expression suffused still, though with excitement rather than superfluity, and a nice tingle in my belly. Never having done such a thing before, the affluence and warmheartedness of her torso felt superb under mine."I want to instruct you. Will you let me ?"she husked.

I knew not the real signification of her Holy Scripture, but the helpless wonder in my center spoke for me. Tremulously I felt her fingers pulling on the tie-in of my draftsman which she then began to furrow down. I started a footling at that, but she purred something incomprehensible into my ear and then worked them so quickly down that in a flash my nudity was pressed into the cotton wool 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 hand to support myself and stare down upon her."Can you feel mine better ?"she asked."Yes,"I said, quite in a shock, but much excited. I could not resist wriggling a picayune which pleased her for she laughed softly."I like doing it through my drawer and so will you, for that is how I mean you to be fondled first, Clara. retain your belly pressed in tightly to me while I keep my legs open. Now I shall teach you to kiss. divide your lips a little and come out your tongue into my mouth, then you will feel my own. Move 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 world's early pleasance seemed as nil to this. Her tongue, wet and long, coiled about my own, causing me the most exquisite sense datum as our cunnies ground together. Hers, being veiled, exuded a slender moisture which seeped through her drawers, creating an oiliness between us. Her own articulatio coxae began to exploit more yet her movements were gentle and undulating so that it was as if I were upon a fleshly sea of wondrous curves and bumps.

Her breathing place hissed through her nostrils in a fine atomizer of oestrus."More,"she choked. I had intruded my natural language further. All time ceased and I could feel only the luring moisture and the retard circling of our sass. Gliding down slowly, her hands began caressing my quiet tush cheeks. I quivered as she felt delicately down and into the soused channel between the chubby half-moon, which caused her to clamp my mouth the more on to hers."What lovely bottoms you and Sarah have. I am going to make them do such decent things,"she whispered, though only afterwards was I able to forgather myself sufficiently to recall her countersign, which appeared to steep her with even greater excitement 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 pollex around my position, making me twist."donjon your legs open,"she admonished me, her globes rubbing suavely over my own. So determined was her tone that I obeyed. My eyes and back talk were open air. The ceiling swirled above me, the plaster Amor on it appearing to run of their own accord. Finding me quiescent and with my second joint held apart, she stroked my brow."What hammer are going to throb and spout in this warm little nest ! Have you seen one yet ?"she asked while rubbing me gently all the time. I shook my nous. actor's line would not come. My belly was melting.

I began to jolt my bottom, 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 rolled from side to side. Completely prey to the arouse campaign of her ovolo and finger, I could but utter piddling gasps. The room grew ever misty about me. I sought nothing but fulfillment, as she well knew. The firm fleshy bumping of her knocker upon mine was delectable and added to my mad sensations. I gritted my teeth."semen on, come on, Clara,"I heard her utter. A sparse whine escaped me, or a sound more akin to mewing. I raised my tail end, arched my back, and then her knife plunged into my mouth, swirling all around my own, while I, panting madly, loosed a delicately salty rain upon her fingerbreadth and-uttering a croaking gasp-all but swooned. I was dissolving as if in a pale lily-white glow, my eubstance hobble and seemingly boneless."Good girlfriend,"she murmured. I made to hold close at her tightly, but she rose suddenly and sauntered back to her dressing board where she sat heavily, bowed her head for a here and now and then turned towards me."dress 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 chemise which lay crumpled near the fundament of the bed. My underdrawers being by then dangling around one mortise joint caused her to laugh fondly."Slowly-always slowly, Clara. peeress do not rush,"she admonished me, then with a laugh rose, bent over me and kissed my moist forehead."I will teach you everything. Will you obey me ?"she asked.

I wanted then to run and blot out, was in two minds about everything, yet so pleasurably pulsing between my branch that I fain would ingest 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 odd phrase has it. Lest the reader think me a natural wanton, I must take care not to write 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 excited consequence 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 Logos before."Of course,"she said simply,"but we must remember that beloved and obedience go ever helping hand in hand. testament you remember that ever ? I wish you to. I am obedient to my principles 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 moment of such run-in 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 round my rear end and thighs through my dress and was delight, I believe, that I stood submissively to this."Do you be intimate me because it was courteous ? Answer quickly and truthfully, Clara."“ I love you and it was nice,"I answered impulsively and again I glimpsed a aspect of wonderment in her eyes such as flattered me greatly. While I had admired and gone in awe of her, even of course felt affection for all her kindness and even her casual strictness, I had never felt towards her as I did now."You do not falter and stammer your replies. I like that,"she said."Sarah is different from you, to a greater extent fey and more awkward, but she will train well-in due course."Indeed yes, I remember well the firstly growth of that watchword from her mouth. At that moment I had no cause to dwell on it, yet it embedded itself in my storage 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 bring myself to ask.

Then, as little girl will, I persuaded myself that it was but a careless 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 naught that anyone else need know of such things, Clara-not at least until I wish it,"said she. The persona of Papa immediately sprang to mind, 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 present that women of our time were ever meek and dutiful, but that is not so. I have known perfect harridans who made their spouse's life a wretchedness so that-as I also now know-they turned to gay girls for comfort. A charwoman then, of the clip of which I speak, could not so easily be thrown out of her own house as hitherto had been the case, and if she could not air out her marital wrath upon her husband then she would do so upon the servants.

As time passed my stepmother explained all such things to me, not by lecturing but by quiet comment that she knew would make an impression on me, as they did, for females absorb more in such matters than do Male. miss are closest to their mothers and I became now so to my immediate female shielder. While I now helped her to dress for the good 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 bedevil 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 family."She was headstrong. A girl must not be willful. She must learn all for her own benefit. 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 gambol oneself as one wishes."Perhaps the most amaze facet of this was that Sarah had said nothing to me, though we always normally confided in each former, as sister do.

Curiously enough-and such was the metier of our stepmother's personality-I believed it all the more than for Sarah's strange omission. Besides, and though this was only what might be called a slope thought, the remark about my sis's bottom had intrigued me and now was cleared up."Oh, did it bruise her ?"I asked but of oddment but also out of protectiveness."No more than it will you, my pet, when I have to do it."“ She did not severalize daddy though ?"I asked, though my flavour of phonation was rather in the form of a command than a question."Certainly not. She knows better 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 descend to like them I believe ; what a pleasant aroma they give off,"I was told. I wanted then to train a puff ; but it was too late to ask and I dared not.

Then with quite a prosper she swept past me, opened a wardrobe and from a shelf took down a flexible cane, the mint of which truly made me quiver. Told to find it I extended my hand timidly and touched its smoothen surface."I tingled her up with it well, Clara. Do you lie with 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 mum used to call it, and you will see the meaning of it soon enough. Suppose after dinner tonight when we are all in the drawing room, I told you to raise your attire and push your knickers down. Would it be naughty to refuse ?"“ In front man 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 tree."It stings beautifully. You should take in seen Sarah's hips wag !"“ But what did she do ?"“ Does it matter ? Perhaps it was something she would not do. will you not desire me to comport in your unspoilt interests always ?"“ Yes."I could answer in no former way. near curiously or not, after what had occurred I trusted her completely. I knew no var. of cruelness in her and so was more intrigued than frightful at her words."Let me lay it a fiddling across your own lovely bottom. Shall I ?"Was it in Truth a asking or a command ? I stood rigid and in that present moment squeezed my chthonic buttock together."Please don't,"I stammered."You are refusing ? What a naughty girl you are !"But her flavor 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 fix,"she murmured. Quite as one mesmerized, I stood still though my legs trembled as with slacken but certain manus she raised my clothes inch by inch until first the back of my thigh and then my knickered bottom were revealed."Stand still,"she said severely. I blinked and did so.

Then, holding up my attire higher, she laid the cane at a redress angle across my chubby impudence and there held it as if to give me the feel of it. I did not locomote nor could consume done without her instruction and knew it."The cane may be cruel or it may not. It may act as a punishment or a prod. I use it only as a goading, 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 moon, causing me to verbalise a shrewd"OOOOH !"though I felt small from it."Now again,"she murmured,"bend forward, keep your dress up and your bottom well hold fast out."“ B… b… but…,"I stammered. This briefest of rebellions was however quelled by a individual looking at from her… As she stepped to one face of me,

I obeyed a little miserably, feeling that I had somehow been trapped. Withal, however, I also entertained a certain sense of dare and excitement that I could not explain. Keeping my legs straight, I reared my behind and waited."I adore your obedience, Clara. Remain obedient still."I knew then that she meant to cane me. My garb slipped but was soon drawn up again. In a businesslike manner she then turned me about so that I found my handwriting placed on the incline of the bed. I wanted desperately to talk, to plead with her, but could find no personal manner of words to let out."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 mortise joint and there subsiding in a forlorn pool. Her script touched my bare bed and I wilted.

This motion of defensiveness was ignored."You will teach the correct stance, my pet. Make a holler of your back so that the moon of your butt is made the more salient thereby. Do not arch your back in the turnabout direction for it looks preposterous and is indeed naive."Her words were fluid enough but firm. Obeying hesitantly, I presented myself in the best fashion."Have no fear. I do not mean to scorch you,"came her voice.

I heard then a boo as of the cane slicing through the air."THOOO !"I squealed, for Inner Light as the stroking was, and fully across my Whitney Moore Young Jr. orb, it stung me and I reared."Still now, Clara !"she barked. I gave a small wailing sob and waited. Then my next and longer wailing cry was uttered as this time I received another scorcher, though in truth I know it to have been but a skimming movement of the cane at which she was so adept."NA-NAH-NAH !"I heard myself sob and worked my hips madly, endeavouring as one does to rock off the tongues of fervour that were leaping through me. Even in the midst of my cry, however, a third base bit into me, and this prison term truly did for I leapt and clutched at my backside, not caring about my carriage nor indeed about obedience. I was not however admonished for this nor did she set about 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 humankind."dearest little one, it is but your first taster. Did I get by with you so harshly, my sweet small dear ?"I blubbered only because the intellection of it had proven perhaps worse than the title. Her hand stroked my haircloth, my boldness was pressed into her aromatize bosom. Her words ran over me like softly drifting leave 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 haircloth continually and kissed my nose and eyebrow."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 console your skillful hot tail. A little hot, is it not, but you can not say that I truly distress you, can you ?"I shook my head, boldness hidden. It had stung me awfully, yet I could not draw it as a pain in the neck."Now, darling, the terminal salutation. Your tongue, quickly,"she breathed. My face was lifted. I surrendered anew, but therewith her forefinger found the tight, warm up cleft of my bottom and rotated its tip around my cockle cakehole.

Feeling the unusual star 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 legs were tight together and I could not scarper, intoxicated anew by the sweet tanning of her tongue. Curiously enough I felt then with her progressive caressing a slight moisture in my bottomhole and my knee joint sagged. Then, withdrawing her mouthpiece 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 initiatory trials."

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