who lay biting his lip and trying to outstare the ceiling, she appeared to hesitate but was spurred on by the quite gentle voice of our stepmother saying, “Yes, Sarah, NOW Sarah.”
Her shapely form wobbled a little as with a constrained look on her lovely face, she placed one foot over Robert’s body and then, as if casting a beseeching look all around, sank slowly down. Urging herself awkwardly upon her knees, she gritted her teeth slightly and threw her head back as one might in appealing to unseen angels of deliverance. She could not help but be thinking still of his prick in her bottom. The sensation would still be there, both shaming and exciting her. Would she now take the revenge that was offered her?
At that moment Clarissa, being firmly taken in hand by Bertha, was being carefully positioned. Her knickered bottom hung like a full moon over Charlie’s face, but neither yet had touched.
My stepmother and Bertha saw to it that they did. “When a girl learns to queen the male and does it thoroughly and well and with a sense of satisfaction, she is more than halfway there,” my stepmother told me afterwards, saying that it was a moment of crowning glory to be achieved, whether with a stranger or one’s kin. Indeed, she demonstrated it upon me so that I knew for myself the sense of utter submission in being so imperiously smothered by that fleshy globe.
“Sometimes,” she told me, “they first take the scent of you that way and will follow ever after at your skirts with their tongues lolling like eager hounds.”
“Are they allowed to put their tongues up?” I asked.
“Only when commanded to, Clara. To do so otherwise is to call down punishment upon themselves. The wearing of drawers is a sign of contempt and of protection. The thicker that garment is, the greater the punishment, particularly if the female keeps her bottom as cool as possible before going down on the male. Should she wish to excite him and frustrate him the more, she will wear the thinnest possible drawers and make sure that she has been well seated on a chair beforehand and warmed her orb so that the effluvia of her cunny and bottomhole comes the more pungently to his nostrils. There are variations, of course, but you will learn these in due course and may even invent a few yourself.”
I became eager to, yet at this moment now I was watching my sister’s bottom as, by sudden pressure of our stepmother’s hands on her shoulders, it was plumped down firmly on Robert’s face-she enjoining him fiercely to keep his mouth closed and his tongue in.
“Pmfffff!” I heard from him the while that the deep colour spread up into Sarah’s face and she wriggled inanely as though to get up, until my stepmother stilled her and bent and whispered something in her ear at which Sarah bit one corner of her lip and obeyed. Clarissa, being by then well down on Charlie, sat inert, her expression proud as ever or perhaps now even a mite more so than heretofore. Then did my stepmother place one leg astride Robert and sit down firmly on his stomach so that she faced Sarah whose lips quivered.
“There, my darling, is that not better?” she was asked quietly. Tears brimmed in Sarah’s eyes, her mouth opened as though she might cry. Our stepmother’s arms enfolded her shoulders tenderly and Sarah’s head sank upon her offered shoulder. “Is it not better?” was whispered to her then, “to have the male under you and not rampant at you, Sarah? Yes, my dearest, urge your bottom down upon him well. Has he not been wicked?”
“Ho, yes!” sobbed Sarah and clung to her, her fingers hooked as though frantically into her stepmother’s arms.
Poor Robert-he was puffing madly, but I could not doubt that even Sarah felt a certain victory in it. Her nostrils flared as his own breathed fire into her bottom, and yet she had him as certainly as a cat has a bird and must have sensed it, while her erstwhile enemy had now become her friend who stroked her hair and murmured sweet endearments to her.
Of course the act of queening produces a complementary warmth between the parties and so cannot fail to stir the female somewhat, though, as I have since learned, she does well to hide her emotions and to concentrate upon the proper disciplining of the male. Thus it was that my stepmother appeared to give not a jot for Robert’s role in this and did not even glance down at him when finally raising Sarah to her feet.
“Come, dear,” she murmured, “we will bathe you now. Clarissa, too. Bertha will see to the males.”
My sister was indeed subdued as was Clarissa who bore a look of concealed wonderment on her face. Upstairs then and to the bathroom we adjourned where both were refreshened. Then did we repair to my stepmother’s bedroom where wine was dispensed and at first drunk in an almost cathedral-like silence. Sarah knew not what to say any longer not how to protest-if indeed she still wished to-while Clarissa, being a guest, was bound to remain quiet.
“You did well, Clara, to obey me,” was said and thus I was made to appear, if not guiltless, then at least in part innocent, for the subtle menace in my stepmother’s voice was patent for all to hear. “Do you then enjoy obeying me?” she asked craftily.
I played my part well, at first hesitating, then darting a glance at Sarah which seemed to beg her forgiveness. I sought for reply that would give credence to my appearance not as an accomplice but as a submissive.
“I don’t mind if Sarah doesn’t,” I replied, thus endeavouring to convey that my sister had not struggled, screamed nor protested as much as she might have done.
“Oh, I do,” Sarah blurted, but realising that she was all but one against three immediately took on an awkward expression, compressed her lips and toyed with the bedcover as though her thoughts were really elsewhere.
“You are bound to. All of you are bound to,” my stepmother replied, “yet every step I take and every form of guidance I give you is for your own good. You have seen the lusting of the male and how he never frets to put his cock to a bottom or a cunny. Think you that we are to encourage such behaviour? Well, Sarah?” she asked sharply.
My sister showed retreat. “I don’t know what you might make us do now,” she mumbled.
“I shall make you pleasure yourselves and in so doing will guide you along such paths as will teach you how to discipline pleasure itself, how indeed to weave a net into which you will not yourselves fall victims, but will learn how to use it as a snare and a weapon. Let us take a practical case. You, Clarissa, would have fallen victim to your guardian in due course. I doubt it not and believe you do not also. You would have tired of struggling to keep his hands from your skirts and the warm bulge of your bottom. In due course apathy would have overcome you. A fumbling descent of your drawers would have occurred. Some errant fingering of his might have aroused you against your will. Torn between excitement and the fear of intrusion by another, you might have yielded haphazardly and taken the steaming cock in your quim silently and quickly until his lust was expelled and you were creamed.”
“Oh!” exclaimed Clarissa and cupped her face in her hands.
My stepmother took her wrists and drew them away slowly. “Swear to me that it could not possibly have happened and I will absolve you, Clarissa. Look into my eyes as you speak!” she declared solemnly.
Clarissa’s lips twisted. “I don’t… I don’t know,” she uttered lamely, whereat a victorious look came over her questioner’s face.
“Once he has rodded you, my sweet-as he surely will-you will become prey to his lusts, will lie in waiting for his coming, too timourous to object and having no one to run to. In part you will desire what you will receive and so will be the fluttering butterfly in his net Your cunny, oiled by his sperm, will throb so appealingly as to make you forget your scruples.”
“Oh, scruples, indeed! How can you speak of them after what you have subjected us to,” burst forth my sister whom I expected to be immediately smacked at the least for that, but our stepmother spoke to her most softly.
“A stave of good wood hardens in flame, my love, and so shall you. Remember this as a precept all your life. Do not give way to emotion for it is the worst of teachers, producing only abject pupils whose minds run hither and thither and have no resting place. Clarissa knows the truth of what I speak-do you not, Clarissa? Say quickly, girl, what lies immediately in your mind.”
“Yes,” Clarissa said simply and would again have covered her face but was prevented.
“Your truthfulness, my dear, is like a shining light amid so much duplicity in the world,” she was told, no doubt to her great surprise. “I propose then,” my stepmother went on, “to hasten events, though entirely to your advantage. You have freely confessed that the lips of your cunny, and-I have no doubt-your succulent bottomhole as well-will open in time to your guardian’s cock. So be it, but it shall not be in circumstances of shame and wonder, but of womanly pride and, yea, victory!”
“You… you do not mean NOW?” gasped Clarissa.
“What better time, my dear, now that I have made him subject to my whims? Let him be subject to yours
