Clara must be trained ! It is her stepmother who decides that the Cy Young fair sex must be a admittedly professional when it comes to sex and domination. The insatiate Clara can not get enough - of neither men or women. Her life is filled with sex and spanking ... Before net porn, before porn videos, before pornography picture, people lusting for raunchy, X-rated entertainment read pornographic Word of God and powder magazine. straight-laced and Edwardian England had its own adult entertainment industry - countless erotic novels were put out by shadowy publishers, some record were printed by the source themselves, and nigh of the writers were anonymous. Many of these nineteenth 100 Word are surprisingly kinky, and some of them may be quite loathsome to modern day proofreader - in to a greater extent agency than one. The anonymously written `` start Training '' is a great example of sadomasochistic Victorian porn. The author is still unsung.

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beginning training



CHAPTER ONE



I DO NOT come back the passing of my costly mama, for I was then too young. I guard her semblance still, faded as it has become. That she was a mollify adult female I have no doubts. I would have followed in her means, perhaps, had not my father remarried. I remember well the coming of Stepmama, as I first called her. Father was then no Thomas More than xxxv and she was xx eight. I remember her being all of a scintillation, much taken with jewellery as she ever is, tight-waisted, slender, and an allure to all virile eyes. I remember that she awed me a minuscule at showtime, for her vocalism, though well modulated, caused even Papa to take immediate posting of her at all fourth dimension, it having a lineament to it that is rarefied to encounter. Strange were those first gear daytime, for sometimes there was merriment, sociable gatherings and party, and at others a benignant secrecy in the house which papa seemed to take as his due.

My brother Robert was much taken with her. She would card or even flatter him sometimes, but at others scold him and send him to his room. All things began to switch. There was often alteration of furniture with carts drawn by peachy dray horses coming and going. This occasioned a lot fervor, but we were not allowed to express it unduly. There was too much smother in the rooms, she declared, and so many small tables and whatnots among which the housemaids had to meander their way when cleaning were cleared away and More distance made. In spot of small settees, larger one were brought in, their flowery coverings 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 ducky. Often she cast a most kindly eye on me and fed me tidbits so that my previous sister, Sarah, and Henry M. Robert became jealous, but she would suffer none of that. We could not but notice that papa was quieter in her front than he had been before, and had it not been for the sociable propriety I am indisputable she would have taken her seat at the headway of the table."I wonder she does not wear the pant,"Sarah once remarked crossly, though the words were said without malice for it was difficult to keep back wonder from her. My stepmama's name was Julia. The name suited her for its prolificacy. She was above middling height and indeed when she wore flush or shoes of a sealed 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 dispirited 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.

Picnics she was a lot fond of and would have us on them when Fatherhood was about his business. 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 tell him when to go and when to return. 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 fiddling in love life with her. My limited delight as I grew older I began to occasionally attend her in dressing. Poor David Smith would be sent out and I set first to facilitate undo the hooking and eyes in her nightie. This being removed revealed a delightful frothing of lacy underskirt and underskirts. As I helped remove these in bend I would sometimes find myself touching her second joint and feeling the sweet-scented heat of her consistency, which made me quite enamoured of her. Occasionally when divested to her corset, stockings and bootees, she would even utter a little cooing speech sound as she held my paw 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 grooming prorogue mirror.

As she spoke she slowly unlaced the front of her corset and therewith unveiled two large fast breast of such marbled sinlessness that I could not help but stare upon them in awe and enviousness. The brown nipples upon them, set in large aureoles of sweetly crinkled chassis, stuck out boldly, being conical and finely-pointed. With a little sigh as if taken herself by her lulu, she then cupped them and gazed at me smiling."One day yours will be as turgid,"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 feces. I turned my top dog towards the threshold and felt flustered, thinking that Smith might return."No one will come in. use up 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 pall. One is not of course ever flustered at undressing in front man of another of one's own sex, but perhaps some flickering of intuition told me of something that I could not have expressed."Let me serve 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 sack."Take this off, too,"came her parole.

When I did so, my bubbies-already proud and firm-were revealed. Her eyes opened slightly in admiration, which of course pleased me. My titty had already grown well and would not birth scorned the title of pumpkin, 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 facial expression grew reddened 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 optic as she drew me towards the bed, lay down suddenly upon her rachis with her legs dangling over the border 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 body that my pap came upon her own."There-is that not nice ?"she whispered.

Her back talk 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, albumen stockings and strap-over skid such as had just come into fashion. Our pap tingled together and brushed like rubbery spine, for I can think of no other de***********ion for the feeling. Without speaking encourage then, she pouted her lips prettily and brushed them lightly all about my own, making me experience quite swoony. Our breather intermingled. My breasts seemed to intumesce."I have been longing to kiss you,"she whispered against my sassing, this being said in such a soft, seductive spirit that I moved my arms around her neck opening and felt distinctly the Burr of loggerheaded curls around her kitty pressing into mine through our drawers. Did I like it, I was asked, and I nodded as unspoiled I could in my posture, felt my case suffused still, though with excitement rather than embarrassment, and a prissy tingling in my belly. Never having done such a matter before, the affluence and warmth of her body felt superb under mine."I want to teach you. Will you let me ?"she husked.

I knew not the material significance of her words, but the lost wonder in my eyes spoke for me. Tremulously I felt her finger's breadth pulling on the linkup of my drawers which she then began to furrow down. I started a little at that, but she purred something uncomprehensible into my ear and then worked them so quickly down that in a split second my nudity was pressed into the cotton wool of her boxers 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 hands to indorse myself and gaze down upon her."Can you experience mine better ?"she asked."Yes,"I said, quite in a haze, but much excited. I could not defy wriggling a little which pleased her for she laughed softly."I like doing it through my boxershorts and so will you, for that is how I mean you to be fondled first, Clara. go on your belly pressed in tightly to me while I keep my ramification assailable. Now I shall teach you to kiss. Part your sassing a little and bulge your glossa into my oral cavity, 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 human race's other pleasures seemed as zero to this. Her glossa, wet and long, coiled about my own, causing me the most exquisite sensations as our cunnies ground together. Hers, being veiled, exuded a slight wet which seeped through her drawers, creating an oiliness between us. Her own hips began to work more yet her crusade were aristocratical and undulating so that it was as if I were upon a fleshly sea of wondrous bender and bumps.

Her breath hissed through her nostrils in a fine spray of heat."More,"she choked. I had intruded my lingua further. All metre ceased and I could feel only the luring moisture and the wearisome circling of our mouths. Gliding down slowly, her hands began caressing my polish bottom of the inning face. I quivered as she felt delicately down and into the tight groove between the chubby half-moons, which caused her to clamp my sass the 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 cumulate myself sufficiently to call up her words, which appeared to infuse her with even greater excitation for of a sudden she rolled me on to my dorsum and, cupping her paw under my moist quim, rubbed the ball of her thumb around my bit, making me writhe."Keep your legs open,"she admonished me, her globes rubbing suavely over my own. So determined was her step that I obeyed. My heart and sassing were open. The ceiling swirled above me, the cataplasm cupids on it appearing to prompt of their own accord. Finding me quiescent and with my thighs held apart, she stroked my brow."What cock are going to throb and spout in this warm little nest ! Have you seen one yet ?"she asked while rubbing me gently all the metre. I shook my head. Speech would not come. My belly was melting.

I began to jolt my underside, 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 oral sex rolled from side to side. Completely prey to the excite movements of her ovolo and fingers, I could but talk short gasps. The room grew ever foggy about me. I sought nothing but fulfillment, as she well knew. The firm fleshy bumping of her tit upon mine was delicious and added to my delirious sentience. I gritted my dentition."Come on, come on, Clara,"I heard her utter. A thin whine escaped me, or a sound more akin to mewing. I raised my bottom, arched my vertebral column, and then her tongue plunged into my mouth, swirling all around my own, while I, panting madly, loosed a fine salty rain 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 young lady,"she murmured. I made to prehend at her tightly, but she rose suddenly and sauntered back to her dressing table where she sat heavily, bowed her oral sex for a moment and then turned towards me."Dress yourself, darling. It was but your initiative example,"she said, which made me feel so exposed and guilty that I sat up and quickly snatched at my chemise which lay crumpled near the foot of the bed. My drawers being by then dangling around one ankle caused her to express joy fondly."Slowly-always slowly, Clara. gentlewoman do not race,"she admonished me, then with a joke rose, bent over me and kissed my moist hilltop."I will teach you everything. volition you obey me ?"she asked.

I wanted then to run and hide, was in two idea 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 the right way, as the rum phrase has it. Lest the reader think me a natural wanton, I must assume care not to write too a lot from hindsight. I was innocent of all save what had just happened. I was not, though, a goody-goody and had begun of lately to toy with myself when abed, though never with such excited effect 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 dustup before."Of line,"she said simply,"but we must remember that dear and obedience go ever hand in hand. Will 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 aroused in you."The importee of such words meant lilliputian enough to me then.

I was all of a-tremble with pleasure at what she had done and though standing docilely enough, her womanly intuition told her so. Standing beside her once again as I was, she tenderly felt all round my buttocks and thighs through my dress and was proud of, I believe, that I stood submissively to this."Do you sleep together me because it was nice ? result quickly and truthfully, Clara."“ I love you and it was overnice,"I answered impulsively and again I glimpsed a expression 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 kindnesses and even her occasional strictness, 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 embarrassing, but she will train well-in due course."Indeed yes, I remember well the offset emergence of that Good Book from her lips. At that moment I had no cause to harp on it, yet it embedded itself in my storage so that when I later lay in bed that Nox it recurred to me constantly. I knew now that something had happened between my sister and stepmother, but could not of course bring myself to ask.

Then, as girls will, I persuaded myself that it was but a careless input. I was as one who longs to say many thing but does not experience what they are. Sensing this, she was most patient role with me."There is nix that anyone else need know of such things, Clara-not at least until I wish it,"said she. The effigy of Papa immediately sprang to heed, almost naturally, for I had no dubiousness that she intended him as well. I was aware, as were Sarah and Henry Martyn Robert, that he had become quieter than I somehow remembered him before his remarriage and that he deferred to her. It is said present that women of our fourth dimension were ever meek and dutiful, but that is not so. I have known complete harridans who made their spouse's liveliness a wretchedness so that-as I also now know-they turned to gay young lady for solace. A womanhood then, of the sentence of which I speak, could not so easily be thrown out of her own sign of the zodiac 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 affair to me, not by lecturing but by quiet comment that she knew would make an mental picture on me, as they did, for female absorb more in such matters than do Male. Girls are tightlipped to their female parent and I became now so to my immediate female guardian. While I now helped her to dress out for the afternoon, she gave me a petty 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 mixed-up and more shy when not within the estrus of it."Well, it is not,"she told me bluntly,"all pleasure are to be looked upon as delight provided they do no eventual harm to anyone. Did you know that I had caned your babe ?"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 welfare. That is the aim of being taught. The road may seem hard at commencement but soon it leads to pleasant meadows and there one may disport oneself as one wishes."Perhaps the most astonishing look 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 mentation, the comment about my sister's fanny had intrigued me and now was cleared up."Oh, did it hurt her ?"I asked but of curio but also out of protectiveness."No more than it will you, my pet, when I have to do it."“ She did not tell pop though ?"I asked, though my timber of vocalisation was rather in the form of a financial statement than a query."Certainly not. She knows better than to do that,"came the answer. With that she took a Turkish fag from a box beside her mesa 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 submit a puff ; but it was too belated 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 wad of which truly made me tingle. Told to feel it I extended my hand timidly and touched its down 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 Mama used to call it, and you will get word the meaning of it soon enough. Suppose after dinner party tonight when we are all in the drawing room, I told you to advance your dress and push your knickers down. Would it be naughty to decline ?"“ In 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 lambast 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 hips waggle !"“ But what did she do ?"“ Does it count ? Perhaps it was something she would not do. bequeath you not hope me to behave in your best interests always ?"“ Yes."I could answer 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 dreaded at her lyric."Let me lay it a little across your own adorable butt. Shall I ?"Was it in truth a request or a command ? I stood rigid and in that moment squeezed my nether cheeks together."Please don't,"I stammered."You are refusing ? What a naughty missy 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 behind hot and ready,"she murmured. Quite as one mesmerized, I stood still though my stage trembled as with wearisome but sure hand she raised my apparel in by inch until number 1 the back of my thigh and then my knickered bottom of the inning were revealed."bandstand still,"she said severely. I blinked and did so.

Then, holding up my clothes higher, she laid the cane at a right angle across my chubby buttock and there held it as if to give me the feel of it. I did not move nor could own done without her bid and knew it."The cane may be cruel or it may not. It may act as a penalisation or a spur. I use it only as a prod, Clara, and never cruelly. You trust me in that, do you not ?"I nodded. Though leery at that moment, I did trust her. She tapped the cane lightly across my pert moon, causing me to utter a astute"OOOOH !"though I felt piddling from it."Now again,"she murmured,"bending forward, keep your dress up and your tooshie well bond out."“ B… b… but…,"I stammered. This briefest of rebellions was however quelled by a single looking at from her… As she stepped to one side of me,

I obeyed a small miserably, feeling that I had somehow been trapped. Withal, however, I also entertained a certain common sense of daring and excitement that I could not explain. Keeping my legs straight, I reared my bottom and waited."I adore your respect, 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 paw placed on the side of the bed. I wanted desperately to speak, to plead with her, but could incur no manner of words to utter."Now your drawers 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 consortium. Her hands touched my bare keister and I wilted.

This gesture of defensiveness was ignored."You will learn the castigate posture, my pet. Make a hollow of your back so that the Moon of your bottom is made the more prominent thereby. Do not arch your back in the inverse direction for it looks idiotic and is indeed naive."Her actor's line were smooth enough but firm. Obeying hesitantly, I presented myself in the best way."Have no concern. I do not intend to char you,"came her voice.

I heard then a hiss as of the cane slicing through the air."THOOO !"I squealed, for light as the slash was, and full across my young orb, it stung me and I reared."Still now, Clara !"she barked. I gave a footling wailing sob and waited. Then my future and longer wailing cry was uttered as this clip I received another scorcher, though in truth I know it to have been but a skimming motility of the cane at which she was so adept."NA-NAH-NAH !"I heard myself sob and worked my hip joint madly, endeavouring as one does to excite off the natural language of fire 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 bottom, not caring about my posture nor indeed about respect. I was not however admonished for this nor did she undertake to still me but instead cast down the cane and drew me about so that I sagged against her and sobbed my protest to the world."Dear piddling one, it is but your first taste-tester. Did I deal with you so harshly, my sweet short beloved ?"I blubbered only because the thought of it had proven perhaps high-risk than the deed. Her hand stroked my tomentum, my case was pressed into her perfumed bosom. Her words ran over me like softly drifting folio 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 sass and once More observe 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 picayune and she knew it, stroked my tomentum continually and kissed my nose and forehead."You come up well, darling-you cosmetic surgery 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 nice hot stern. A niggling hot, is it not, but you can not say that I truly hurt you, can you ?"I shook my fountainhead, brass hidden. It had stung me awfully, yet I could not trace it as a botheration."Now, darling, the final examination salute. Your tongue, quickly,"she breathed. My fount was lifted. I surrendered anew, but therewith her forefinger found the tight, warm crack of my bottom and rotated its tip around my rumple hole.

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 secrecy. Thus our bellies and legs were stiff together and I could not escape, intoxicated anew by the afters lashing of her spit. 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 fingerbreadth ever pressed demandingly there, she smiled down at me."Oh yes, truly you are my favored,"she whispered, and you have now had your first trials."

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