doors. He regards you now as hallowed, as a female supreme. The very fact of your youth will put him more in awe of you. Call him now and bid him lick your shoes.”
“Oh, I could not!”
“Could not! Ha! Do you intend to fail me then?”
“I do not know where he is,” I mumbled, for by then my initiation had long ended, of course. The trestle had been removed, Sarah had gone up to her room-there to ponder much, no doubt-and I was alone in the drawing room with Stepmama.
“He waits beyond, outside the door-as fully he expected to. I shall go into the morning room now, Clara. Call him.”
“Oh!” The little exclamation passed my lips and then I was alone. My palms moistened, even as my bottomhole felt sweetly creamed. I knew not whether to stand or sit. Finally I stood up, hands behind my back, tight-clenched. I would feel much smaller in his presence, I knew, for Tim was a tall, strong man. I parted my lips, but quite comically only a croak came. How silly and nervous I felt! But then at last I summoned my will. I was to be alone at last, even though for a moment, with a male subject. Such was my stepmother’s clear intention.
“Smithers!” I called, for such was his surname and instinct told me not to address him in this moment other than by such.
The door opened immediately and he stood there, then hesitated and entered, closing the door quietly as might a footman. I held my head high although in truth I quivered inwardly. Standing to attention, his head bowed, he waited.
“Here!” I all but barked and pointed to the floor immediately in front of me. Not meeting my eyes, he came forward and the silence about us seemed tremendous. “Kneel! Kneel and lick my shoes!” I said, keeping with great effort a quavering from my voice.
He obeyed on the instant, his nose first scraping the ground and back bowed. Raising my skirt no more than was necessary, he uncovered my buckled shoes and impressed his lips upon the toes of them fervently, one after the other. It tickled a little through the leather, but I liked it. I knew my stance, my high station. I had reached, as it seemed to me, the very summit of female ambitions. His mouth brushed again back and forth with the submissiveness of a trained dog.
“Go!” I said coldly and therewith, without the faintest protest or raising of his eyes to mine, he lumbered up and retreated, not wiping his lips as I fleetingly thought he might, for that would have been a sign of gross rebellion and discourtesy. Indeed, his tongue flicked quickly about his mouth as though the very taste of the dust on my shoes pleased him. Then he was gone, the door closing soundlessly once more, and immediately after my stepmother entered and drew me lovingly into her arms.
“My little conqueror!” she crooned and it was then as if the gates of life had opened wide to me and I waited upon our new adventures.
CHAPTER TWELVE
“Had you but another sister I would have taken triple pleasure,” she sighed then as together we walked into the hall and made our way upstairs.
“There will be other girls, though,” I ventured boldly and not without a strain of hope in my voice.
“Could you cane or birch one?” she asked me curiously and led me into her bedroom, there to dispense liqueurs.
“Yes, I believe I could, though perhaps at first with your guidance.”
“There is a trick to it, Clara-a manner of twisting the wrist so that the cane skims the globe and does not bite too deep, for to allow it to do so would be cruel. The paddle is splendid, as is the strap or birch. Your sister is to have a taste of the birch tonight. You see this here?” So speaking she rose and opened one of her two wardrobes. Within stood a fine birch, its twigs still moist, for they should be softened, said she. To use a dry one-save across a knickered bottom-would be cruel. “What a fire it brings to the bottom!” she laughed, handing it to me and allowing me to swish it through the air, which I did with great pleasure, imagining a receptive naked bottom on the end of it.
“Why must Sarah? Did she not assist you?” I asked immodestly.
“You scarce needed to be put to the test, Clara, but your sister does. Robert has mounted her well and creamed her quim, but she will not be truly settled until she has received the same as you. Did I not tell her so downstairs? Yes, even amid your tribulations you heard that. I shall not belay her hard. Just sufficiently to warm her for the entry of the cock. She will sleep the better for it and already has her nightdress on, I am sure, which will save undressing her. Do you wish to watch?”
I shook my head. It would be unfair to Sarah, I felt, to be spectator to her trials again. I squeezed my bottomhole and imaged her receiving it. Would it be Tim, I asked naively. My stepmother smiled and shook her head.
“No, dear. She must be exercised in a way that will impress upon her even more the male role in these affairs. I am not sure that she will, though. She is less forward in her understanding than you and may remain a novice for a few weeks yet. You may have to birch her on the morrow, Clara, if she complains.”
“Yes.” The word escaped me before I meant to say it, and yet I did.
“The tests may occasionally seem to you severe, Clara, and yet you must be assured that I judge them finely. Go and tell her that I wish to see her in ten minutes time. Go on!”
The last words were sharply spoken, for I had hesitated. The handle of the birch felt warm to my hand and I relinquished it reluctantly, which she saw well.
“Go on, darling, you will burnish her bottom well tomorrow and that will be good for her-good for you both,” she said more softly. And with that I hastened to Sarah’s room where she was just getting into bed and so received my message crossly.
“Oh, I am just going to sleep,” she declared, though not meeting my eyes, which was a great mistake for her, for when a thing is done it is done, and when it must be done then it must. Such is my philosophy, guided as it is by caring and devotion and a knowledge of the needs of others which they may not recognise themselves.
“You had best go or she will be cross,” I said, “but wear only your nightdress, as you are doing, for I do not think you will be kept long and Stepmama said you were to go thus.”
“Very well,” she replied moodily and sat sideways upon her bed picking at her quilt, I wondering much at what went on inside her. The sight of her thinly-clad bottom, which was so beautifully round, stirred me and it was as though I felt the birch clasped in my hand once more. Even so, I did not linger but bidding her a fond goodnight went along to my room and there left my door ajar of a purpose.
I knew that I had to listen and felt all tense within. The minutes passed all too slowly. I watched my clock with care, half fearful that Sarah might delay or be late in her going, for I sensed punctuality to be important. How quiet the house was when her bare feet slurred at last along the corridor! I heard then a little cry from her as she evidently entered our stepmother’s room and then a slapping sound followed by another cry.
“You have seen it once already, Sarah. It is but a cock and a fine one. Am I to birch you, girl? Will you not kneel up? Come, present your bottom. What a lovely one you have!”
“Oh, d… d… don’t, please! I cannot in front of him!”
“What has he to say in the matter-or you? Do you treat this as a mere lewdness of desire, you sillikins?” SWEEEE-IISSSH! The birch sounded distinctly, making such a juicy sound across my sister’s bottom, and she wailed. “Will you have another and another, Sarah? He dare not move nor stir until you are presented up to him. Am I not in command of you both and fully so?”
“Ho, ho, ho, he m… m… mustn’t” SWEEEE-ISSSSSH! “HAAAAR! Oh, it burns!”
“And you will do more, Miss, if you do not show your bottom better. I will have you here all night until you obey! Had you but learned a lesson from Clara then you would be silent in letting him perform his rightful duty. Come, William, advance a step or two, but no closer. Did I not tell you what a globe she has and the sweet hang of her tits? You are to touch them not upon peril of being birched yourself. She will learn better, perhaps, from taking your prick between her cheeks than any other.”
“Blub, blub, blub! — Don’t let him… please!”
