also. He will be duly punished afterwards, while you yourself will be feted.”
“Madam, I cannot!” expostulated Clarissa, this interruption being however ignored.
“Have Bertha bring him up,” my stepmother said to me, accentuating sharply the command bring.
“Oh! I cannot watch THIS!” jerked Sarah, who sprang up.
“You cannot? Really?” came the cold reply. “Very well, Sarah. It cannot be said that I have not done my very best to bring you to the true way of womanhood. You have, then, a week to mend your ways or I shall have no recourse but to put you under to as good and stiff a penis as I know. Go to your room!”
Hot-cheeked, my sister fled-I tactfully allowing her to before descending the stairs and entering the drawing room. Robert and Charlie were not to be seen. Clarissa’s guardian had been loosed from the chair but not from his bonds. His wrists now were secured behind his back and the movements of his legs were impeded by a hobble, which is to say a short length of rope tied to both ankles that permitted him to take only a short step at a time. He was also now gagged.
“He is to go up?” asked Bertha who appeared to know everything and who must have been in league with my stepmother for quite a while. I nodded and stood to one side as she snapped around his neck the selfsame houndcollar that Robert had worn and led him stumbling forward. His eyes appeared glazed, as well they might, though his erection threatened to burst his trousers. All a-gog, I followed them up discreetly, his passage being necessarily slow.
The bedroom door to my stepmother’s private abode was closed. Bertha knocked in true servant style and waited. An interval obtained before the command “Enter!” was called. “Close the door!” she commanded me as we went in, and there upon the bed I saw Clarissa kneeling, naked to her stockings and shoes and with her bottom jutting moonlike over the side of the bed.
Her guardian’s eyes bulged and his complexion took on a crimson hue. It was as well perhaps that the gag impeded his speech, though hollow sounds were to be heard coming from beneath it. Receiving a sharp smack on his brawny buttocks, he was pushed forward by Bertha until he stood in waiting immediately behind his pretended ward’s luscious derriere which gleamed its pallor most invitingly, the sprouts of cunt-curls showing dark beneath.
Holding her head up and with breasts proudly heaving, my stepmother addressed him.
“A new word is about to enter your vocabulary, sir, for I doubt that you already know it. Clarissa is to be serviced, or-as a farmhand might put it-she is to be covered. Your bonds are intended to assure that you do not otherwise defile her sweet form with your mauling hands. Spread your knees wider, Clarissa, for a lady need have no hesitation in doing so before a serf. Have his trousers down, Bertha, and let us see his equipment and whether I deem him sufficiently well hung for the task. Ah yes… a reasonable exhibit. His balls weigh well, do they not?”
“Fair as big as my husband’s, m’am,” said Bertha, who for a moment brought them from under his upstanding tool on her palm and then let them dangle again. The man’s head shook wildly, but no mute gestures could avail him now. The prize he had so desired was well displayed before him, but in circumstances that I doubt he could have dreamed of. He snorted as my stepmother took hold of his big leathery prick and rubbed it suavely with her fingers. The knob glistened in its huge swelling and the veins upon the stem stood out fit to burst.
“The principal pleasure is to be Clarissa’s,” my stepmother informed him briskly. “You will not therefore come before you have afforded her at least fifty full strokes of your cock. I shall guard your motions well. Fail to pleasure her and you will receive this a dozenfold!”
Thus saying she produced a cane which looked most fearsome in its aspect, causing his head to waggle as though it might fall off. I gathered that he was denying any intended weakness on his part.
“Clarissa henceforth will be your true Mistress, which is to say that she will ordain your movements, your monetary disbursements, and such pleasurings-or not-that she feels in a mood to dispose. Should you at any time choose to disobey her, you will know my wrath, sir!”
With that, my stepmother placed her hand upon Clarissa’s head and gently urged it down, the better to see her bottom mounding up. “This is agreed between us, is it not, my darling?” she breathed, whereat Clarissa nodded as blindly as might be. Her hair having been loosed of all its pins, virtually naught of her profile was in view on either side. In the superb thrusting out of her bottom and the displaying of her figlike quim, which both combined with her sleekly stockinged legs and smooth, dipped back, she appeared as a totally anonymous symbol of supreme femininity. How dearly would I liked to have licked up between those ivory-smooth cheeks and then sought the moist bouquet beneath!
“Put him to her then, Bertha, and may he have marked well what I have said,” came my stepmother’s words while the cane moved menacingly in her hand.
Bertha cackled and, even from beneath the gag he wore I could hear a coarse croaking sound as the plumblike knob of his penis was brought close to the pouring lips of Clarissa’s quim. For an eternity it seemed to hover there, my stepmother placing the palm of her hand gently between the young woman’s shoulder blades, then-to an upward jerking of her guardian’s chin-the swollen crest was nosed between the rolled lovelips, causing Clarissa to jerk a little and utter a moan. Mouth open-as if I wished to absorb the succulent male fruit myself-I watched it urge within, the pulsing stem being severely controlled in its forward motion by Bertha’s ringing fingers.
“Zooo-oooh!” came from Clarissa, but the sound was quickly bitten back, for which I much admired her. In such circumstances of control, there are few more enervating sights than to see a long, thick, erect penis entering a female’s honeypot. The lips of Clarissa’s cunny urged apart, like two small waves that encounter the prow of a boat. Her fingers clenched and her nose buried itself in the counterpane.
“Half in and hold!” my stepmother said and with that Bertha with her free hand pinched his big buttocks and so made him give such a start that Clarissa received a full four inches of his cock, her cunny becoming even more distended while her hips waggled rebelliously, but at a soothing of my stepmother’s hand were bravely still again. Her guardian’s legs trembled mightily, his thighs resembling small treetrunks and his calves quivering.
“She’s going to be lovely at it, m’am. I knowed it the first time I saw her. See how still she is, how nicely she comports herself.”
This from Bertha, of course. From my stepmother, a mere nod, as though it was what she had expected of her pupil all the time.
“Let him proceed,” she murmured. “Take the cane, Bertha, and station yourself behind him. I shall begin the count… ONE!”
“Feee-oooh!” came Clarissa’s muffled hiss as now the big banana of flesh sheathed itself slowly in her quim until his balls hung down beneath her curls.
“two, sir!”
Out it withdrew, and with full majesty until the knob hovered almost beyond the figlike entrance and then drove up again.
The knuckles on Clarissa’s hands distinctly whitened, but my stepmother was scarcely watching her as such. Having full faith in her, as it seemed, she monitored such tiny signs of Clarissa’s hip movements which might seem to have indicated that she wished to expel the invader. My cunny itself moistened all the more and surreptitiously I stood with my legs parted.
“The male is but a penis-bearer and a provider of our means of livelihood and our luxuries, Clara,” my stepmother told me later. “True, he may be taken up in conversation sometime and, if proving witty or in any way informative, may be listened to though not with respect. For a woman listens to a man’s mind as much as his words and, given that she is ripe of figure, will divine the speech that goes on silently in his head, that being concerned solely with means of taking down our drawers.”
That which was happening before me now I wished never to end. As he came upon his twentieth stroke, his movements seemed bolder-so much so that Bertha seized the short hairs at the back of his head and hissed a warning in his ear. As for Clarissa, her cunny had distinctly moistened, for I saw her exudations glistening on his shaft as it emerged and the distended lips seemed positively to cling around its girth.
“Twenty-one-twenty-two-a little faster now for a moment-let her feel the slapping of your balls, sir. That she will empty them for you I have no doubt,” my stepmother said. Her lovely face showed no emotion whatever save that there was a glistening in her eyes that came, as I surmised, from pride in her accomplishment.
He was breathing more heavily now, as the snorts from his nostrils betokened. I had little doubt that he wished to spill already and so did my stepmother for she halted him with his bulbous knob just inside Clarissa’s nest and thrust his chin up.
