The Governess

A short 'coming of age' story set in rural England

Re-written by Dickins

Story Codes: ped, Fdom, inc, mast and bdsm

This story is a work of fiction. All names, characters and places are 
either a product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously and any 
resemblance to real events, locals or any persons, living or dead, is 
entirely coincidental.

******

I must admit, that when my parents announced that they had hired a 
governess for us during the summer holidays, I thought the worst. Not 
only would our freedom be over, but also we would have to endure some old 
dragon of a woman reeking of menthol and telling us what to do.

At just turned fourteen, and having gained a few inches to stand the same 
height as my Mother, I thought my adulthood only a step away. My sister 
was eleven, but a mile different in temperament to me and whilst I 
enjoyed running, climbing and riding, she was much more at home, reading 
a book or concentrating on a piece of embroidery.

So it was, on that fateful day at the start of our school holidays that 
we were called from our rooms to present ourselves, smartly dressed and 
as clean as we could be, for this woman.

However, as she stepped out of the library with Mother the sight of her 
took my breath away. She was far from being the dragon I had anticipated, 
and far from being old and frosty too, I thought, seeing her smile and 
her eyes twinkling as she studied us both.

"You must be Robert," she said in a pleasant voice, and it was all I 
could do to answer her politely as, looking into her clear complexion at 
an oval face framed by curls of blond hair, I fell in love for the first 
time in my life. 

Her gloved hand was small in mine, a little fluttering bird to be held 
gently, and my heart yearned to hold it so. Then she moved on to my 
sister and chuckled when she curtsied. I cursed myself for not thinking 
of bowing over her hand and perhaps resting a little kiss upon her cotton 
glove. 

Such thoughts soon faded as, following her, I got to admire the long and 
slender column of her neck. She wore a lovely summer dress of printed 
cotton that left her slender arms bare, the bodice curving enticingly 
down to a tapered waist before flaring out in a fashion that quite suited 
to her slender figure.

"Robert, why don't you show Miss Mason your rooms," Mother suggested.

I led the way, apologising for the long climb, as my sister and I had 
rooms on the second floor where we wouldn't disturb our parents with our 
games and early rising. I showed her Sarah's room first, my sister 
following closely behind us so she could eagerly provide details, 
reciting her dolls names and showing us Freddie the Bear's favourite 
seat.  

I then led her to my room just across the landing. Perhaps showing her 
Sarah's room first was a mistake as I had tidied my room that morning yet 
my standards could never match those of my annoying little sister. 

When it came to neatness, my sister was the true artist (she even dressed 
her dolls), and so my room looked sadly untidy. The bed, while made, did 
not have that same air of neatness that my sister's exuded. 

My toys were placed on shelves, not positioned to look their best, and in 
total uniformity with each other. My bookshelf looked shoddy, without the 
arrangement my sister used that had the largest book to one end, the 
smallest at the other.

"Dear me! You can tell which room is which, can't you?" she asked with a 
smile.

Her words eased me to some degree, and yet I still felt I had failed her, 
and at a time I wished so much to impress! I vowed to regain my ground 
and offered to bring her case up, for she was to sleep on the same floor, 
in a large room that connected to my sister's and, by chance, also to the 
large bathroom at the end of the landing.

Her case was heavy, but I made light of it and was rewarded by her smile 
and her thank you. I glowed within, and even more brightly as she allowed 
me to remain in her room while she unpacked.

"What do you enjoy doing, Robert?" she asked, catching me slightly off 
guard as I stared in wonder at all the lace and cotton things she was 
carefully placing in one of the drawers.

"Oh, cycling, riding, running, or just hiking and picnics," I replied. I 
could imagined us there, just the two of us, close together upon a 
blanket while the Dales were laid out before us, coloured by summer. I 
would vow eternal love to her and she would allow me a kiss, my first, 
upon her lips.

"Oh, I daresay that must keep you fit!" she cried, and came over to me to 
grip my arms, squeezing them with her fingers as she judged my strength. 

I tensed with pride and smiled as her eyes widened.

"Oh yes, very strong for a boy your age," she agreed.

"I'll be fifteen soon," I told her proudly, although the 'soon' would be 
in fact another nine months.

She laughed, and although it was not unkindly meant, I still blushed.

"There will be plenty of time this summer for you to show me all the 
beautiful sights of the Dales," she explained. "However, in the meantime, 
your Mother has charged me with your education and welfare, so there will 
be lessons to learn and plenty of practicing too," she warned.

I thought to question Miss Mason on the details, when I saw her retrieve 
a long leather strap from her case. I knew instantly what it was for, and 
the painful consequences of its use. I licked my lips and she smiled, her 
eyes once again twinkling as she drew it through her fingers.  

"I see you recognise my little friend?" she asked.

"Yes, Miss" I replied.

"Good! Then I trust that I won't need to use it?" she said, with a smile.

"No, Miss" I replied, more with hope than with any certainty. 

I watched with baited breath as she pulled out the underwear drawer and 
placed the strap down upon the silk and cotton garments that would hug 
her beautiful figure. I swallowed and felt a little light-headed.

"Now! You can show me the rest of the house and grounds?" she said 
excitedly. 

******
  
Miss Mason had only been with us for three days when it all started. As I 
lay in bed before rising I thought back to her arrival, snorting at all 
my worries, all of which had proven unfounded until now. 

However, thinking about her produced a reaction in my loins. My cock grew 
hard, the skin growing hot and stretched around a core of quite rigid, 
and yet very tender, hardness as I thought about my secret love. 

She had been walking with me the previous day. Not far, but she had 
looked so divine, with a skirt that showed off her legs all the way to 
her knees, and a starched blouse on which the top buttons had been undone 
allowing me sly peeks at the lace edge of her underwear. She had smiled 
at me often, and had even taken my hand as we followed a rougher path, 
over the nearest of the Dales.

Thinking of her had made my cock harden, producing an exquisite sensation 
in my loins. In the peace and quiet of the early morning I slowly 
masturbated all the time thinking about her, my breath quickening with 
growing excitement as my mood made me consider what would happen if she 
had fallen, her skirt suddenly rising in the breeze. I was in heaven, or 
nearing it anyway, when there was a knock on the door and Miss Mason 
called out to me from the other side.

"Are you up yet, Robert?" she asked.

"Er, no, no!" I called, my voice breaking as I hurriedly removed my hands 
from within my pyjamas.

The door opened, increasing my terror, and yet there was nothing I could 
do but lie there with the covers over me, knowing my face was burning 
brilliantly and further more, knowing I couldn't rise without showing her 
the state I was in.

"Dear me, you can be a lazy boy at times!" she scolded, but with humour 
because she smiled as she said it. Then she looked at me again sharply.
 
"You haven't got a temperature have you?" she asked.

"Me?" I asked, blushing with the breaking of my voice into childish 
falsetto once more. 

She reached for me, batting my hand away as I tried to stop her, and 
placed her little hand upon my brow, frowning for a moment.

"I think I best take your temperature just to be sure," she announced.

"But really, I'll be alright once I'm up," I explained, pleased that my 
cock was starting to soften, although far too slowly for my liking.

"Stay right where you are!" she ordered from the bathroom, which was just 
across the landing, her voice brooking no disobedience and I groaned, 
knowing that she was fetching the dreaded thermometer. 
 
"Over you go now, bottom up!" she ordered briskly as she returned, 
shacking the thermometer and reading the gauge along the stem. 

"I'm not ill, Miss" I argued, trying to will my cock to soften quicker, 
but yet it jerked uncontrollably at the thought of turning over and 
having to show her my bottom. 

She looked at me sternly, so sternly in fact, that I meekly turned and 
lifted my bottom up, my eyes closed tightly whilst my heart hammered in 
dread. I felt the covers being lowered, then sensed her sitting on the 
bed and attempting to undo my pyjamas and pull them down. 

I cringed into the pillow as I felt her fingers at the tie of my pyjamas, 
and felt them stop as she found it already undone. Then I jerked 
uncontrollably as the edge of her finger caught my cock sending fresh and 
fierce sensations into my belly.

"What's this?" she asked, a note of anger in her voice. 

"I'm sorry, Miss," I replied.

"Turn over!" she ordered briskly.

Shame faced, I turned over and blushed, wishing I were elsewhere as she 
looked down in disgust, her mouth set in a firm line whilst her eyes 
scanned my cock which now refused to shrink, even with the dread I felt.

"So! They were right," she said.

"They?" I gasped.

"Yes! Your parents suspected that you had started to masturbate, and have 
hired me to investigate and correct your wantonness," she explained. "So! 
We might as well get started. Get up now and stand over there," she 
ordered, pointing to the floor beside my slippers.

"Undress! Then wait there until I return!" she ordered.

I nodded, too dumbstruck to offer up any argument. 

She had caught me in a state of arousal and I fully expected her to 
return with the strap, and yet still, my cock refused to shrink. I kicked 
off my pyjamas and stood beside my bed, my eyes towards the mirror that 
reflected my pale body and, worst of all, my cock standing to attention 
above a thatch of curly brown hair.

I heard her march resolutely back towards my room and, with my heart in 
my mouth and my cock strangely bouncing into the air, watched for her 
entry, with my mind already pleading with her to be lenient.

"Right!" she said, sitting on the bed, no strap in sight, only a jar of 
cream and a long length of cord. "Now! You're not to speak unless you are 
spoken to. Do you understand?" she asked.

"Yes, Miss," I nodded, truly embarrassed about the state of my cock.

"Place hands behind your head and remain perfectly still!" she 
instructed. 

I didn't know what she had in mind, yet I behaved like a good boy, and 
did as I was told. Nothing however, could have stopped my jerking as I 
felt her hands on my groin. 

She smiled, as if anticipating of this happening, and began to wrap the 
cord around the base of my cock and balls.

Once it was in position, she tightened it until I gasped, then grinned as 
she encircled my cock again before tying off the end. The second wrapping 
of the cord only served to restrict my balls and, made my cock bloat, 
swelling it at the head.

"Please Miss!" I gasped, feeling the pressure grow. 

"Did I give you permission to speak?" she asked, her face clouded with 
anger.

"No Miss," I cried, jerking uncontrollably as she roughly pinched my 
bottom.

"You have allot to learn, my boy!" she told me.

I clamped my mouth shut and blinked against the tears. 

She waited, watching me, then smiled. 

"Right!" We will begin your first lesson," she told me. Silently, I 
watched as she smeared cream onto her fingers then into her hand.

"Boys tend to spend far too quickly!" she explained. "This will stop 
that," she told me, patting the cord that encircled my cock and balls. 

Her slippery hands then travelled down my now rampant cock and I cried 
out with pleasure it brought, only to jerk uncontrollably as she pinched 
my bottom again.

"Be quiet!" she rebuked me sternly. 

The slippery hand left my cock to cup my balls and there, whilst she 
looked into my face, she began to squeeze.

"You are to remain silent whilst being taught! Do you understand?" she 
asked sharply, her hand tightening around my balls.

"Yes, Miss!" I squeaked, rising onto my toes as the pain in my groin 
increased.

"Very good," she smiled.

Her hand then returned to my cock, there to glide along its length 
causing yet more sensations in my loins. I clamped my mouth shut and 
raised my eyes to look beyond her, stealing myself for the next slow 
glide, sliding so magically along my tender flesh.

"Stay still!" she warned, my body thrusting forward, the better to feel 
her hand slide all the way to the base. 

I was in agony, an agony of delight that would have long since reached 
the point of release, had it not been for the cruel cord wrapped so 
tightly about the base of my cock and balls.

"Some Mothers have their son's balls removed so they can't masturbate," 
Miss Mason reflected, continuing to stroke my inflamed cock. "Would you 
like your balls removed, Robert?" she asked me casually.

"No Miss!" I gasped, my body held tense in an urge not to thrust forward 
again.

She chuckled and turned my cock from side to side, the better to admire 
its length, its girth, and the slight curve I too had often noted in the 
shaft.

"Bend forward!" she urged, returning to her stroking.
 
I bit off the groan I would have given as the slide of her hand brought a 
fresh agony of delight to my body, but I obeyed and bent forward, not 
attempting to question her reasons.

"Another lesson then! Seeing that you are learning so quickly," she 
crooned.

I sobbed and bit my lip, my head turning sharply to look at her as I felt 
her slippery finger press between the cheeks of my bottom and begin to 
stroke my anus.

"Silence!" she warned, with a smile. 

Her finger surged inwards and I rocked on my feet and snorted with the 
sharp sensations that it brought. The hand on my cock slid downwards, an 
exquisite sensation, whilst the finger pressed even deeper into my anus, 
a stinging sensation that fought with the other sensations flooding 
through my body.

"There!" Miss Mason announced.

I could only pant, my eyesight dim as her finger slid upward and downward 
in my bottom. The sharp and burning sensations it brought quickly mingled 
with those caused by the quickening of her hand around my cock and 
brought a fierce passion to me, making me pant and moan, for all my 
attempts to remain silent.

"Do you want to spend now?" Miss Mason asked with a chuckle.

I nodded as I panted, my body rocking uncontrollably to her 
ministrations.

"Very well!" she urged.

I felt the cord loosened, and then her hand began a slow and rhythmic 
stroking of my cock, quite unlike my feeble efforts. At the same time, 
incredible as it was, I felt her finger sliding in and out of my anus, 
surging upwards to bend downwards at its peek. 

With a shocked jerk, I felt my body undo itself. Liquid fire poured 
between my thighs to fill my aching balls and, in doing so, released a 
euphoric feeling within me. 

I jerked once more, and a stream of seed erupted from my cock to fly 
across the room and splatter the doorframe.

"That's it!" Miss Mason crooned.

Her finger continued to enter my anus, whilst her other hand squeezed my 
balls one moment, then masturbated me the next. Her efforts produced 
another shot of pale cream liquid, and then another, each time falling 
short of the last, until a trail of my seed hung from the tip, slowly 
lengthening towards the floor.

"What a good boy!" she declared, smiling at me proudly. 

I tried to recover my breath, but felt exhausted. 

"Wipe it all up, then you can come and receive a kiss for being such a 
good boy," she told me briskly.

I looked about me for a cloth with which to wipe it up and earned a smile 
from the woman.

"No Robert" Use your mouth, she told me. "Go on!" she goaded, fingers 
rising, ready to pinch my bottom again should I hesitate.

I rushed to obey, and blushed in my embarrassment as I knelt to lick the 
trail of seed I had so powerfully jettisoned as far as the doorframe.

"That's right! Lick it all up," she murmured, watching me closely and 
smiling.

I whimpered, not too certain I liked the taste of the substance. None the 
less, I crouched down and licked the splattered carpet, licking it all up 
until none remained.

"Come here!" she urged, patting her knee.

I crawled to her, my heart pounding once more as I wondered what was in 
store for me. As I reached her, she cradled my head in her hands and 
lifted my face towards her own. 

As I did this I felt her knee pressing against my now flaccid cock, and 
all at once she was kissing me. This was no chaste kiss. I had never been 
kissed in such a manner and cried out into her mouth as her lips parted 
my own, and her tongue darted in. 

Like an electric eel it darted back and forth, every touch producing a 
wave of excitement within me. My cock started to harden, escalated by her 
knee as she rubbed it with added urgency. 

Wild euphoria swept over me, and I moved to embrace my love, only to have 
my kiss abruptly broken, and for her to push me onto the floor.

"No! You are never to touch me unless I give you permission, do you 
understand?" she said angrily.

"Yes Miss," I replied, looking forlorn.

"Now! Go clean yourself up, then we can all go for a walk and a picnic if 
you like," she suggested.

"Oh! Yes please," I replied excitedly.

******

Sarah ran in front of us carrying the kite we were to try and fly, once 
we were on the top of the Dales. Miss Mason smiled and shared her time 
equally between my sister and myself.

The wind eventually picked up as we neared the top of the nearest Dale, 
and soon Sarah had the kite in the air. She squealed with her pleasure 
whilst Miss Mason laughed and urged me to join in. Soon the kite was 
spinning and swerving, then diving towards the earth before surging back 
into the sky again and Miss Mason praised our joint efforts.

Tired out from playing, we both slumped onto the grass in a small hollow 
on the lee side of the hill and, lying back, enjoyed the sun on our faces 
whilst the odd low cloud passed quickly overhead. 

A small hamper provided us with some juice and sandwiches and we ate in 
silence while I enjoyed the company of my sister and our new governess. 
Relaxing on the grass with the sun high in the sky, my eyes soon turned 
from the view of the countryside to my little sister Sarah. 

The pleasures of the morning's lessons started to colour my thoughts as I 
stared at her, the short summer dress that Miss Mason insisted she wore 
for the picnic, often lifting to expose her lovely bottom and thighs.

My prying eyes wished fervently to uncover her charms, yet I wondering 
how best to begin my exploits, knowing that whatever I did must be 
crouched in complete caution, when Miss Mason caught me looking.

"Sarah! Did you know that Robert started his lessons this morning?" she 
asked.

I stared dumbly from the smiling face of our governess, to the shocked 
face of my little sister and saw the same look of embarrassment on her 
face as I knew was upon my own.

"He did well, didn't you, Robert?" Miss Mason said, chewing on a sandwich 
and looking towards me, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

I squirmed and she laughed.

"Sarah has also begun her lessons," Miss Mason explained.

"Sarah," I gurgled.

"Yes! Girls often begin earlier than boys," Miss Mason explained with a 
smile.

I licked my lips and watched as Sarah blushed and squirmed and looked 
worriedly towards Miss Mason. 

"Would you like to see what she's learnt?" she asked.  

"I suppose," I replied with a shrug. 

"Come along then, Sarah," Miss Mason urged, smiling towards me as she 
waited to see my expression.

"Remember! Not a word, Sarah," she warned, just as she was about to 
protest, her expression hinting at her unhappiness. "You're know what 
happens if you disobey, don't you?" she chided.

"Yes, Miss," Sarah, said, her last spanking being only this morning as I 
recall. 

I licked my lips and refused to show her how closely her own experiences 
seemed to match mine. Instead, I drew my legs up and embraced them while 
waiting to see what she would be made to do. 

Colour swept across Sarah's face as she nervously chewing her bottom lip. 
I felt my cock start to harden and glanced at Miss Mason, feeling my own 
blushes as she smiled at me knowingly.

Sarah stood and smoothed down her summer dress before stepping forward.

"Now! Present yourself to your brother," Miss Mason ordered.

Sarah gripped her full lower lip between her teeth once more and diverted 
her steps in my direction, her eyes fluttering with nervousness while her 
cheeks bloomed with fresh colour.

I wondered what 'Present Yourself' meant and then remembered that when 
our new governess arrived she had curtsied. 

Sarah stood in front of me, her eyes begging me to be kind to her. For a 
moment I wondered why, when all of a sudden, with an outward calmness I 
knew was only a thin veneer, she reached forward and down.

I gasped, all thoughts lost, as she lifted the hem of her summer dress 
and then slowly moved her thighs apart, the embarrassment on her face 
brightening as she straightened, drawing her dress even higher.

"Sarah!" I gasped, wondering what Mother would say if she knew what Miss 
Mason was teaching her.

"No talking, Robert!" Miss Mason warned.

She stood and went behind Sarah, dropping to her knees and gathering the 
dress higher around her waist.

I swallowed and clenched my arms tightly around my knees, the appearance 
of my sister's panties lying so snugly against her crotch made my cock 
jerk excitedly in my shorts. They were white and made of plain cotton, 
not at all like all the exciting garments I had seen Miss Mason put away 
while she was unpacking.

I stared, my loins fit to explode, while right in front of me, Sarah's 
panties were swiftly drawn down to mid thigh where they were left, 
stretched across her pale thighs and exposing her hairless little pink 
slit to me.

"Now! Show Robert your bottom," Miss Mason ordered.

Wide eyed, I watched her turn around, her head turned also so I might 
enjoy the nervous look on her face as she displayed her well spanked 
little bottom to me.

Miss Mason looked at me knowingly as, reaching round, she gripped Sarah's 
bottom cheeks and prised them apart so I might be able to see, not only 
the rear of her little slit, but also her dark and puckered anus.

"Now! It's your turn," Miss Mason told me.

I swallowed and tore my eyes from my sister's charms so I could stand and 
undo my shorts. Sarah watched, silently trembling, her bottom still 
turned towards me, exposed and widely parted.

Miss Mason watched, smiling encouragement and teasing Sarah with the 
insertion of the tip of her finger into her anus. I undid my shorts, and 
then stopped to swallow and recover from the light-headedness it brought. 

She didn't seem to mind, and Sarah said nothing, but stared at the bulge 
caused by my hardness. I then drew my shorts and underpants down and 
glanced red-faced towards my sister as my cock started to jerk 
uncontrollably under her gaze.

Miss Mason giggled, the finger she had fully inserted in Sarah's slit to 
gauge her excitement, reappeared gleaming with a thick coating of 
wetness. She sucked upon it, the act making my sister hang her head with 
a fresh bloom of colour, and then she was rising and coming over towards 
me. 

In a moment she had a firm hold of my cock and a finger inserted deep in 
my anus.

"Watch, and learn!" she told Sarah, who turned and straightened, the 
better to see as Miss Mason inserted her dry digit painfully into my 
reluctant and tight anus.

Sarah, still holding her summer dress up around her waist, her panties 
still around her thighs, stood to one side and watched. I gasped and 
panted, wincing at the tight grip on my cock, but she just smiled and 
bent it back and forth, hurting me further, and causing it to harden and 
lengthen.

"Now! Come and lie down here in front of us," Miss Mason ordered my 
sister, her expression mirroring the effort it took her to pry her finger 
back and forth in my fundaments, the anal grease she was able to find 
slowly helping her to ease it further and deeper into me.

Meanwhile, while I rose to my toes with each thrust of my governess's 
finger in my bottom, Sarah was settling down on the grass in front of me, 
her eyes large and round as she sensed my pain, and looked wide eyed upon 
my now rampant cock.

"Now! Take off your panties and keeping your dress around your waist, lie 
down and spread your thighs!" Miss Mason instructed.

I panted, staring down at my sister. I groaned, panting breathlessly as I 
stared at my sister's little pink slit, the parted lips revealing such a 
deep and pink interior gleaming with a dew that I knew I wanted to know 
more about.

"It's time!" Miss Mason announced, her hand gripping me painfully around 
the base of my cock.

With her finger in my bottom, she slowly masturbated me, igniting a blaze 
that was unquenchable. I jerked as if stung and stretched, fire consuming 
my loins, building behind her squeezing hand. 

Then without warning she released my cock and squeezed my balls until my 
seed spurted in an arc and landed on my sister's slit. She squealed, much 
to Miss Mason's annoyance, then lay quivering on the ground while I 
continued to send spurt after spurt of my pearly seed all over her lower 
belly, crotch and her smooth and pale inner thighs.

I sagged as the finger was withdrawn from my bottom and stepped back as 
Miss Mason passed me, to kneel at Sarah's side.

"Were you permitted to speak?" Miss Mason asked.

"I'm sorry Miss," Sarah whimpered, remaining still whilst my seed was 
rubbed into her skin. 

"You talk at the wrong times, a fault that I will have to correct!" Miss 
Mason told her. 

I swallowed as I remembered that wicked strap.

"But that can wait for the moment! We must see to it that you are 
released," Miss Mason announced, and stopped rubbing my seed into her 
lily-white skin to turn and glare up at me.

"Robert! Squat down on your knees, facing away from your sister," she 
ordered.

I shuffled round with my shorts around my knees and got down as I had 
been told, bending forward then, covering my eyes in my hands as I did 
so, but also lifting my bottom so it was raised, parted, and within easy 
reach of my sister. 

I couldn't understand, nor, was it made clear to me, what I was meant to 
do? Yet I could hear Miss Mason tell Sarah to feel free to explore what 
was in front of her.
 
The touch of her hand made me jerk, and then I was panting, my cock 
swelling rapidly as I felt her little fingers slide up the back of my 
thighs and then into the groove of my bottom.

"Remember! Not a word from either of you!" she warned.

I swallowed and shook, biting my lip against the urge to tell my little 
sister where her teasing fingers should go next. In my darkness, I 
wondered what Miss Mason was doing, and heard Sarah gasp and squirm.

"So wet!" Miss Mason murmured.

I shook in my blindness, imagining her fingers masturbating Sarah's 
immature and virgin slit. My sister's fingers seemed unwilling to touch 
my anus, and yet she did cause my cock to jerk and my breathing to become 
heated and erratic.

Would she know how? I thought. Her finger didn't enter my anus, but 
gripped my bottom cheeks with fingers like claws, moving abruptly every 
few seconds while her breath seemed to become more and more laboured. I 
could sense her tension through her fingers.

"Now! Take a firm grip," I heard Miss Mason tell Sarah. 

She withdrew her claws from my bottom, and slid her warm hand between my 
thighs pressing up under my balls until she reached my cock. Her hand 
blindly gripped, fingers curling around me. I couldn't help but groan, 
and sobbed loudly as Miss Mason slapped my bottom several times as a 
warning.

My sister's inexperienced fingers tightened and loosened their grip 
around my cock, a sensation that was both painful, and most pleasurable. 
Unable to hold myself back, I pressed my mouth to the grass and held 
myself as still as I could whilst thick gouts of seed were forced from 
deep within my balls.

"That was a complete disgrace Robert!" Miss Mason announced. "From now on 
you will be milked at least four times a day and your efforts timed. If 
you don't learn to control yourself, you will be punished! Do I make 
myself clear?" she said.

"Yes Miss," I replied.

"As for you!" Miss Mason said to my sister. "Less noise! Or you will be 
punished as well, do you understand?" she warned.

"Yes Miss," she murmured timidly, glancing at me with a glow of 
embarrassment.

******

True to her word, Miss Mason started to time me. The next morning she 
entered my room and told me to get out of bed and undressed. Then she 
inspected me closely, asking me if I had touched myself during the night. 

Satisfied with my answer, she sat on the bed and drew me to her side. 
Placing a towel across her lap she consulted her watch. As soon the 
second hand reached the desired position, she drew my foreskin back and 
started to score the tender underside with her nails. Rich sensations 
flooded my groin as her hands rubbed, stroked, squeezed and pinched. 

It was both painful and exciting, and yet the sharp sensations caused my 
cock to jerk uncontrollably.

"Remember! You are being timed," she said.

She seemed eager for me to loose control, yet the very thought of her 
punishing me encouraged me to hold back as long as I could.

"I can feel you coming!" she chuckled, her face growing warm with her 
efforts.

I gritted my teeth and tried my best to hold back, and then despite all 
my best efforts lost control and I could see the disappointment in her 
face even before she looked at her watch. 

"What did I tell you would happen if you lost control?" Miss Mason asked.

"That I would be punished, Miss" I replied.

"That's correct! You need to learn the penalties of your wantonness! Get 
on the bed and place your knees on your hands," she ordered. 

I blinked back my tears and then got into position, placing my thighs 
apart and my knees on my palms in order to stop me from using them to 
protect my bottom. 

Miss Mason soon returned with her friend the strap and closed the door.

"You must learn control!" she said sternly, swinging the strap through 
the air to warm her arm whilst I waited, biting my lip in growing dread 
of what was to come.

"Have you ever felt the strap, Robert?" she asked.

"No Miss! We usually get spanked when Mother punishes us," I explained.

"Then this will be a new experience, won't it?" she said, with a smile.

I sensed her arm swing down, the strap bending back. Then it landed, the 
sharp slap of leather on flesh accented by the implosion of pain that 
accompanied it.

"Feeling it, eh?" she asked, watching me as I bent my back and curled my 
toes.

I wanted to answer, but the strap landed a second time, and once more the 
breath was driven from me, leaving a hollow husk into which heated pain 
could surge, driving deep into my chest, before fading to just leave a 
tingling sensation.

"There! Your bottom is now paying the price for your lack of control," 
she said, stroking me with her free hand, then sliding her hand under my 
belly to feel for my cock and laughing when she found it hard again.

"So you like being punished, do you?" she chuckled.

I would have denied it, but the strap landed for a third time and the 
sensations soaked me, before receding like the tide to leave my bottom 
burning. The glow seemed hotter now invading my cock, forcing it to 
harden. Then the next stroke brought tears to my eyes and the one after 
had my bottom jerking uncontrollably.

"One more!" Miss Mason murmured softly, caressing my tender bottom and 
sliding her fingers up and down my cock. 

I sobbed, wanting to beg her to stop. Instead, I turned my mouth into the 
covers and cried out soundlessly as the last stroke of the strap landed 
over the crown of my bottom, completing the softening process to leave it 
a hot and aching red that made me flinch for hours afterwards if I sat 
down.

"Get up!" Miss Mason said.

In a moment there was a fresh towel across her lap, and, checking the 
time, her hands took a firm grip of my cock and balls. With my bottom on 
fire, she checked her watch and then commenced to masturbate me again. 

In what felt like only few moments I was spending, panting with my 
release, and a measure of trepidation, hoping my time hadn't shortened.

"That was much better!" she announced with a smile, giving me a kiss and 
then leaving me to get dressed.

******

"Robert! Do you think our parents know that she makes us do naughty 
things to each other, and then punishes us, if we don't obey?" Sarah 
asked one day when were alone in the garden.

"I'm not sure!" I replied, not wishing to alarm her, as I didn't think 
she knew the real reason why they had hired a governess for us. 

"Miss Mason said they do, but I don't believe her," Sarah said.

As she walked she twisted her hips, which caused her dress to lift up 
exposing her bare bottom and thighs. Her intent, I guessed, was to cool 
her skin from a recent punishment, but I wasn't meant to know this, so I 
remained silent.

"Do you like me touching you?" she asked suddenly.

I nodded and grew a little uncomfortable. Miss Mason hadn't actually told 
us not to talk about our private lessons, but she had gone to great 
lengths to keep us segregated, until we could be taught together under 
her strict supervision. Some things were allowed, and some were not. 
Talking about it while she wasn't there hadn't been mentioned, one-way or 
the other.

"Would you like me to touch you now?" she asked, swivelling round to look 
at me with her large and doleful eyes. "I won't tell, and you could spurt 
your stuff all over my bottom and, sort of, cool the burning," she said, 
a blush starting to creep across her face.

"If she catches us, we'll both get a full dozen with that wicked strap of 
hers!" I warned.

"She won't!" she teased, swivelling round to let the motion lift her 
dress and expose her bottom, whilst her lovely slit peeked from between 
her thighs making it all the more alluring. I looked around and saw a 
large and old rhododendron tree with easy access for us to crawl past the 
cascade of leaves.

"I'll start you off! But you must tell me when you're close, so I can 
turn and present my bottom for you to spurt over," she explained.

"You could bend over with your thighs apart and still be able to stroke 
me while I get to look at you," I suggested.

"No! We're going to do it my way, or not at all," she said firmly. "Now! 
Hurry up and get it out," she ordered.

Before Miss Mason arrived, my sister's terse reply would have earned her 
a clip around the ear from me. 

Now, having become used to doing what Miss Mason ordered, I didn't 
hesitate, but began to undo my shorts.

The eager look on my sister's face as I uncovered myself, helped harden 
my cock and forget my worries. In just a few seconds, my shorts were 
around my ankles and my shirt pulled right up out of the way. 

As always, it throbbed and bounced up and down, parading itself in front 
of my little sister's eager eyes. She knelt and reached for it, the 
trials of the last few weeks giving her the confidence to boldly grip it 
then draw her hand along it, gently pulling at the surface flesh in a way 
that caused me such delight.

Sarah giggled as she sensed my unspoken excitement then her attention 
turned from the swollen head of my cock, to my face, where my expression 
held her interest as my excitement built.

"You don't have to hold back for me," she chided.

"I can't help it," I explained. 

There was a counter in my head, limiting my excitement and ensuring I 
didn't spend until it had exhausted itself.

She giggled and tried harder to bring me off. Spitting into her palm so 
her hand would slide more sensuously over my cock, she used the other 
hand to squeeze my balls and explore deep between my thighs. 

My breath quickened and my cock swelled. Pre-come was added to her saliva 
to let her fingers stroke me with greater ease, but still, I couldn't 
spend.

"Oh, come on Robert!" she pouted, her hand quickening whilst her other, 
always reluctant to enter my bottom, tapped and rubbed at the clenched 
ring of my anus in an effort to bring me on.

"I'm close," I admitted.

"Will you come any quicker, if I let you see my bottom?" she asked.

I thought about it and nodded. My time clock was close to zero now, and 
my body was beginning to shake with the thought of the pleasure I would 
gain, spurting over my little sister's burning bottom.

Sarah released me to quickly gather her dress around her middle, then, 
with her back turned towards me, bent to display the reddened cheeks of 
her lovely little bottom to their fullest.

"How's that?" she asked, looking back at me expectantly.

I stared at her bottom and swallowed. 

By the state of it, I surmised that she had been very naughty, and 
couldn't help wondered if Miss Mason had punished her for her lack of 
control, like me, or her lack of endurance. Whatever the reason, the 
reddened cheeks were a real pleasure to look at and my hand quickly 
replaced hers in sliding up and down the taut and tender flesh of my 
cock.

"Are you nearly there yet?" she asked again, watching me step up to her 
upturned bottom. 

"Part your bottom!" I begged breathlessly.
 
Sarah grinned, but did as I asked, separating one bottom cheek from its 
twin to expose her wrinkled anus.

I jerked, but bit down on my cry of delight, instead, I pumped my seed 
over her bottom in complete silence while she squealed in breathless 
pleasure and eagerly rubbed the slippery substance into her burning 
flesh.

******

I was never allowed to watch as Sarah was punished, but I was allowed to 
stand outside her door, which was always left slightly ajar, and 
masturbate whilst I listened. Miss Mason liked to take her time and I 
sensed by Sarah's pleading that her lessons were more demanding than 
mine. However, her screams were more than enough to make me spend 
deliciously.

On the occasions when it was Sarah's turn to milk me, I was blindfolded, 
often with a hood. Miss Mason would have me display myself in front of 
her, and then would make Sarah sit on the edge of my bed with her thighs 
together in order to provide a suitable platform for the white towel.

I would watch as all was prepared, and then a dark cloth bag was placed 
over my head. Miss Mason would then guide me forward, and instruct me to 
be on my best behaviour as my sister's hand took a hold of my cock. She 
learnt quickly, and I soon lost control, earning myself a punishment for 
allowing myself to spend a full two minutes short of my allotted time.

Gradually, as the days passed, I learnt better control and to my delight 
found myself more and more outside Sarah's room as a reward, enjoying the 
sounds of her painful lessons. 

By now, I was starting to really look forward to my 'milking sessions' as 
Miss Mason called them. 

I particular enjoyed it when she came to me at night as she was more 
relaxed and seemed to be in much less of a hurry. I bathed as usual and 
waited patiently. It wasn't long before she came to my room, a smile of 
suppressed excitement on her face, and carrying a curious object that I 
hadn't seen before.

"Tonight! You are going to learn about the art of entertaining," she 
announced.

My training held me silent, but my eyes begged her to tell me who I would 
be entertaining, but she just smiled wickedly and hurriedly ensured that 
my room was tidy.

"Undress and prepare yourself!" she ordered. 

Unsure about what was about to happen, I undressed and commenced the 
preparation that Miss Mason insisted I do, to tone up my skin and to 
ensure that my cock and balls were sufficiently aroused. 

Satisfied, she showed me the object that she held in her hand. 

"This mask will ensure that you are unable to see or hear anything," she 
told me, adjusting the straps. "I expect complete obedience, or I will be 
forced to double your punishment from six to twelve strokes and I promise 
you they won't just be across your bottom, do you understand?" Miss Mason 
asked.

"Yes Miss," I replied.

She slid the mask over my head and strapped it under my chin. Rubber ear 
pads pressed themselves into my ears whilst the leather slid comfortingly 
over both my eyes and nose, leaving my mouth and lower jaw free.

"Stand ready!" Miss Mason ordered.

I did as I was told, placing my hands on my head and my thighs apart then 
stood in total darkness. From the muffled sounds I could make out that 
two others had joined us, but the thought of them witnessing my state of 
wantonness only served to make me more excited. 

I licked my lips and jerked, guessing that my visitors were in fact none 
other than my Mother and Father. The woman spoke first, her voice much 
too distorted for me to be sure, but as I smelt her perfume I became 
convinced that it was my Mother. 

I jerked as my balls were squeezed, then I felt a nail being dragged 
along the underside of my cock making it swell. Something was said, but 
all I could hear was muffled laughter, then the hand was removed leaving 
me to recover my breath. 

As I did, I felt the heavier footfalls of what seemed to be man approach 
me. His deep voice resonated as he spoke, but I couldn't make out what he 
said no matter how much I tried. 

For long moments I wondered what was going to happen next, then all a 
sudden my head was pulled back and fingers were urging me to open my 
mouth. When I did, my Father stepped forward, his scent coming to me, 
just moments before the tip of his cock pushed its way between my open 
lips.

Shocked, I let his roughness push my head back. 

Astonished, I felt his cock fill my mouth, its flavour slipping down 
whilst the pulse communicated with my own. His strong hand gripped the 
back of my masked head and pressed it firmly into his groin, filling my 
mouth with the throbbing shaft of his large manly cock.

It drew partially out, and I quickly swallowed, having to press my lips 
around his girth to do so. His cock swelled as a result, and drove to the 
back of my mouth to wedge against my gullet.

Unable to breath, I worked my lips and tongue all around the shaft, 
tracing the gnarled veins while licking the flavour off of him. And once 
again, as his cock was drawn all but out of my mouth, it gave me the 
opportunity to first suck in a fresh breath, then to quickly swallow, 
once again to tighten my mouth around his cock. 

It became a rhythmic back and forth cycle, whilst I breathed, swallowed, 
sucked and then licked again. His cock throbbed with much more vitality 
than mine, but I remained erect. Then he spent, his cock swelling to new 
proportions before his hand held me still, and his body thrust his cock 
sharply towards the back of my mouth. 

There, it pulsed again and again, shooting the seed into my gullet 
causing me to cough and splutter. He continued to ejaculate his seed time 
and time again; in the same way that Miss Mason had taught me. I 
understood the similarity, even as I tried catching my breath. He 
finished and withdrew. I coughed, licked my lips and swallowed, remaining 
silent, the way I had been taught. 

I could here them laughing, and then suddenly they left and I heard the 
bedroom door close. 

Miss Mason removed the mask and smiled. "You did well! Tonight, we will 
start the rest of your lessons. But for now, I want you to wait 
patiently, whilst I see to your sister," she told me.

Would Sarah receive visitors too, I wondered? I decided to listen but 
heard very little. However, if her lessons were anything like mine then 
Miss Mason would expect complete silence from her, so I felt it prudish 
to return to my room and wait patiently as I had been told.

As I waited, my cock grew hard again. I ached to stroke myself and 
remembered the feel of my Mother's hand upon me. The bite of her nails 
had sent thrills through my body and the red marks that remained were 
like badges of achievement. 

The taste of my Father's seed still lay thickly in my throat, remaining 
there even after swallowing, and I wondered if I would ever be allowed to 
put my cock in someone's mouth, and come as powerfully as he did. 

When Miss Mason did finally return, she had entered without knocking, 
catching me in a state of acute arousal. She was wearing a dressing gown, 
which I thought strange, but she just smiled and closed the door.
 
"Your lack of control is going to cost you dearly," she told me. 

I swallowed but remained silent, earning a broad smile as she stepped 
closer. 

"Lie down!" she ordered.

I lowered myself onto the bed.
 
"Remember! Not a sound, do you hear?" she warned.

"Yes Miss," I replied, wondering just what was in store for me. 

I didn't have to wait long. 

She removed her dressing gown to reveal to my delight that she was 
completely naked beneath. She then climbed astride of me, her bottom 
coming down to press upon my face, blinding me on the one hand, whilst on 
the other forcing my nose deep into her anus.

"There!" she sighed.

Adjusting herself with a wriggle of her bottom to wedge my face further 
into her anal groove, she leant forward to take a firm hold of my balls 
with one hand and then commenced slapping my cock hard with the other. 

The fierce sensations flooded through me, jerking my loins upward and, 
laughing gaily, she leant back to let me suck in a fresh breath of air.

"You like that don't you, Robert?" she asked.

"Yes Miss," I replied.

Pushing herself back to let her anus slide across my open mouth, she 
anointed my lips with a sweetness that made my whole body tremble then 
she straightened, her body blocking my air passage once more. 

I knew my working mouth excited her and could feel it in her thighs. 

I lifted up my loins as she roughly slapped my cock, her nails digging 
into the shaft until the exquisite pain made me cry out into her soaking 
crotch.

"Oh yes," she hissed.

She slid her lovely bottom across my mouth and lips once more, refreshing 
the coating of her excitement for me to lick and devour.

"Control yourself!" she teased.

I lifted my loins, begging for more. 

While I did so, she rode my face, sliding back and forth, sometimes 
holding the underside of my chin as she ground the apex of her crotch 
against it. At other 
times it was her bottom that came forward, my face forced between her 
cheeks where, if any air came to me, it was fragrant with her body, 
filled with her musk.

Her nails trailed down my cock and she laughed as she felt my cry ripple 
through her crotch. My whole body jerked, as she rode my face and 
chuckled at the noises I made, confined between her thighs.

Sitting back, she reached down to pinch my nipples, twisting them and the 
skin around them until I cried out in sweet agony. My cock was stretched 
and scored, and then roughly slapped again. 

"Enough," she said after a few minutes of torment.

She adjusted herself and meshed her unforgiving slit into my jaw, giving 
up the sweet liquid it held, into my mouth. Licking and sucking, knowing 
by her broken breath that I was exciting her, she reached for me and 
scraped her nail along the underside of my cock. I jerked with the 
knowledge that the key to my being had just been turned then stiffened as 
the focus of my being became centred on my groin. 

Feeling twice its actual size, my cock jerked powerfully in her hand and 
my seed erupted. Time and time again my loins lifted to deliver another 
trail of my seed while, all along, she moved upon my face, wetting me 
with her excretions whilst her hands ensured that all my seed had been 
drained from my balls.
 
"Very good, Robert," she said.

She rose and bent over me to lift a trail of sperm to my mouth, then kiss 
me deeply, our tongues sharing the thick seed until we had each taken a 
share.  

"Time for bed now!" she announced, leaving the room.

******
  
The summer had begun to fade, and my thoughts were turning to school and 
seeing my friends again. That was until Miss Mason shattered my thoughts 
as the three of us walked together along one of the lanes on our large 
estate.

"Now! I have some good news," Miss Mason announced. "Your parents have 
hired me to continue your education at home," she told us.

"What of my exams? What about me going to University?" I asked, stopping 
dead as the full enormity of her words struck home.

"Oh! You won't need those, not in the role your Mother has planned for 
you," she told me, stopping to return to my side and, with an arm around 
my own, pull me forward.

"Robert's going to be a gigolo!" Sarah announced. 

"That's enough of such talk! That's just earned you another punishment, 
young lady!" Miss Mason told her.

"Oh please! The marks haven't gone from the last one!" Sarah complained, 
lifting up her dress and pulling her panties down to show us the state of 
her bottom and thighs which were covered with dark diagonal lines where 
the edge of the leather strap had caught her. 

"Why do I get the feeling that she doesn't always obey during her lessons 
like I do?" I said softly, once she had fallen far enough behind so I was 
free to talk about her.

Miss Mason glanced at me shrewdly and patted my hand. 

"Well! You see, I don't expect her to control her passions in the same 
way as I do you, and sometimes she finds it difficult to cope with my 
demands and ends up disobeying me," she explained.

"I see!" I replied, starting to understand why Miss Mason needed to spend 
more time with her than she did me.

"Perhaps an alternative punishment then!" Miss Mason murmured to Sarah. 

Sarah grinned.

I wondered what the alternative might be but didn't have to wait long as 
Miss Mason came to my room that night accompanied by my sister, a wicked 
grin on her face. By now, I had become used to having my sister present 
and to being milked by her inexperienced hand, all of which had been Miss 
Mason's way of testing my control. 

Standing by my bed, I waited for Miss Mason's to order me to undress. 

"Undress!" Miss Mason ordered.

To my surprise it wasn't me but Sarah that she was talking to. 

Sarah giggled, looking at me with her hot eyes whilst she obeyed. 

One moment the thick cotton nightdress concealed all, then it was gone 
and she now stood naked her lovely hairless slit pouting whilst, upon her 
chest the outward contours of her little breasts were just discernable, 
half crescents gleaming below deeply coloured nipples.

Miss Mason smiled as she saw that I wasn't going to break my silence then 
told me to undress, watching as my sister jumped excitedly from foot to 
foot as she saw my cock rise. 

"Your Mother has instructed me, that from now on, your lessons are to be 
as well rounded as possible," Miss Mason explained, coming to stand 
behind me. 

She cupped my bottom with her hands and then her fingers slid between my 
bottom cheeks, all the way to the hollow between my thighs, to where I 
was particularly sensitive. 

My cock stirred, and I rose onto my toes, my breath shortening and making 
her chuckle.

"Now! You mustn't spend until you are given permission," she announced, 
and I licked my lips in growing trepidation as I saw Sarah grin 
mischievously. 

Knowing I was watching, Sarah slipped a hand down until she cupped her 
slit, and then openly excited herself, right before my eyes.

"Your sister has agreed to help as an alternative punishment, isn't that 
right?" Miss Mason announced.

"Yes Miss," Sarah replied excitedly. 

I shook, wondering just how long I would be able to control myself.

"Normally! I would use a blindfold, but I think it will test your control 
if you are able to see what is being done," Miss Mason said, folding my 
arms behind my back and attaching a length of cord around my wrists.

"Now! Be still," she warned softly, her warm breath on my cheek before 
her soft lips gently kissed mine. 

I was already rampant, but her kiss made me even more so, harder and 
tighter, a ram ready to pound in and out between her fingers. Her lips 
left me, and her hand slid down to stop over my belly, her fingers 
stretched out to press gently but knowingly against me.

But it wasn't her fingers that came to me.  

While she purred at my side and smiled down at me, Sarah had slid to her 
knees and was crawling towards me, grinning teasingly whilst her little 
round bottom rocked back and forth with each step. She stopped in front 
of me, then like a cat, began to scratch at my inner thighs, all the 
while grinning, my jerks and uncontrolled gasps telling her how much she 
was affecting me. 

She stroked my cock licking her lips, watching intently as a drop of pre-
come hung at the eye, too thick to slip away.

"She's a tease, isn't she?" Miss Mason breathed.

I looked down at my little sister, panting heavily as I watched her gaze 
in fascination at my cock. 

For a moment, worry filled me. 

My sister often evoked such feelings. Without warning, her hand pulled my 
cock roughly downwards and, with a slight reach forward, her open mouth 
engulfed the tip and her tongue was scouring the tender flesh of the 
crown.

"Ssh!" Miss Mason murmured, a finger on my lips.
  
I panted loudly instead, shaking from head to foot and trying vainly not 
to thrust into Sarah's exquisite mouth.
 
Sarah looked up; her expression lost by the stretch of her little mouth 
around my cock. Her hands settled on cradling my balls and holding my 
throbbing shaft whilst her lips began sliding back and forth, taking more 
and more of it into her hot and wet mouth.

"Be still!" Miss Mason urged.

Heaven was in my grasp, to be attained by just relaxing my control for 
just a moment. I hovered on the brink whilst my sister's little fingers 
massaged my balls and her mouth sucked, hollowing as she swallowed the 
rich flavour that seeped from me as pre-come.

"Remember! If you spend without permission, you will be punished," Miss 
Mason whispered in my ear. I whimpered and shook, sweat on my brow, my 
balls feeling heavy and my cock as hard as iron. 

Sarah slipped my cock from her mouth to pant hotly over the wet shaft. 
Her hand made a fist that rapidly slid back and forth, willing me to 
spend all over her pale young body. Then I was back in her hot mouth 
again and she was gazing up 
at me adoringly, sucking on the tip while her fist continued to slide 
back and forth along the shaft.

"Enough!" Miss Mason called.

She stepped away from my side to look at me sternly.

Sarah all but whimpered in her disappointment as she too slid away. I 
shook and looked from one to the other, wondering what was next in store 
for me.

"You may come, now!" my mistress told me.

I looked at her and remembered her breath in my ear. 

Biting my lower lip, my cock sprang upright as it shot the first gout of 
seed into the air. My sister squealed as it struck her and arched her 
body upward for the next, her face a mirror of her excitement as my cock 
strained yet a second time, firing a splatter of seed as if it were a 
canon firing a missile.

Eyes closed in the memory of that moment, my pelvis shot forward with the 
need to release still more seed, continuing a third and forth time, 
before exhaustion overtook me and the rest of my seed dribbled to the 
floor.

I thought to clean it up, but Sarah was already there, lapping it up from 
the floor before the trail led to my softening cock, where she quickly 
sucked and licked the last drop, before massaging what had landed on her 
body, into her skin.

Miss Mason slid up against my side and turned my head up before kissing 
me, a long kiss that fully explored my mouth, her tongue re igniting my 
boyhood and causing it to slowly rise it's head again.

"Very good! I think you're both ready to start entertaining others now," 
she told us breathlessly. 

******
  
There was a spark in the air that Friday evening, as we gathered for 
supper. We would do so occasionally, whenever our parents weren't going 
out, partying or dining, or entertaining quests. 


As always on such occasions, Sarah and I dressed in our best clothes and 
were on our best behaviour, remaining silent where possible. Miss Mason 
was with us, and sat primly at the end of the couch, speaking if spoken 
to but otherwise staying silent.

"The children seem to be much better behaved now, don't they, Edward," 
Mother said during dinner.

"Seen and not heard, eh?" he chuckled, turning towards Sarah to smile at 
her, his eyes sliding down to where her dress was pulled tightly across 
the barely rising cones of her pubescent breasts. 

"I want Sarah to learn to ride," Mother announced, with a smile. 

"Very well!" Miss Mason murmured.

"What about Robert?" Father asked.

I burnt with embarrassment and kept my head down concentrating on my 
food, but tasting nothing of it as my mood changed from moment to moment 
and the eyes of all seemed to be upon me.

The meal finished, the maid silently took the dishes away to return with 
the small black coffee Mother and Father so enjoyed, and that I found too 
strong to drink. Father lit a cigar while Mother inhaled from a black 
Sobranie that she held delicately from two long and slender fingers.

"Undress!" Mother ordered me.

I burnt before all their eyes. My fingers didn't fumble though, and I 
undressed as ordered my cock rising, growing engorged with all the 
attention being paid to it. 

"It's a good size," Father commented.

"Yes! More than adequate, I would say," Mother said, making my cheeks 
burn all the more.

"Now Sarah! It's your turn to undress," Father announced.

"What, everything?" Sarah asked, and blushed brightly as she saw him 
frown. Her eyes darted nervously towards Miss Mason, whose face echoed 
his disappointment in her audacity to question him. She swallowed and 
stepped away from her chair to undress and present herself as she had 
been taught. 

I remained still and silent, my attention more on that of my Mother than 
on the others as they looked towards my sister's nakedness.

"If Sarah's going to ride, then she will need to build up her strength," 
Mother murmured and Miss Mason nodded.

"I could begin by having her run around the grounds, then perhaps the use 
of a rowing machine will tone her arms and thighs, whilst other physical 
exercises will ensure a taut stomach," Miss Mason suggested.

"What's she going to ride?" Mother asked abruptly.
 
"I could use her brother," Miss Mason suggested, licking her lips and 
glancing towards me. 

"Mm, yes," Mother murmured, her nails sliding along the underside of my 
cock causing it to jump excitedly.  

"Let's go through to the sitting room," Miss Mason suggested. 

Once there we were made to stand ready whilst Mother and Father entered 
and made themselves comfortable on the settee. I was in a daze, not fully 
realising what was going to occur, even when Miss Mason made Sarah mount 
the table and remain on her knees whilst bent forwards.

Being the little tease she was becoming, she giggled as she shuffled her 
thighs apart and dipped her back, parting the cheeks of her lovely bottom 
to exposure her curved slit and her rose coloured anus. She grinned 
excitedly, watching us as she wriggled her bottom.

"Be still!" Miss Mason told her sharply, her mouth pinched together in 
anger as Sarah seemed to dismiss everything she had been taught.

"Mask, then restrain her," Father murmured turning his attention to 
Mother to talk to her, holding her attention as if we weren't there. 

Miss Mason seemed pleased by my Father's attitude, and quickly produced 
the same mask I had once worn, adjusting it before putting it over 
Sarah's head to cover her eyes and ears. I watched in stunned silence as 
she methodically added ankle and wrist straps with lengths of cord that 
were passed under the table securely holding my little sister in place.

Her giggling was abruptly stopped and she softly panted, her head tossing 
from side to side in her mask as she tested her bonds and whimpered. Her 
arms, from her wrists to her elbows were held to the sides of the table 
while her ankles and knees were similarly fastened. She could rock back 
and forth slightly, but otherwise, she was held with her bottom obscenely 
wide and all for my parents' amusement and pleasure.

Mother turned to look at my cock lurch upwards, an eyebrow lifting. 

My breath quickened as shook under her amused stare.

"Put him to her!" Mother said. 

I shook and panted for breath. I didn't know all the terms and their 
meaning, but I knew enough. 

Miss Mason led me forward and stood me at the end of the table where her 
gaze quickly assessed the level of my cock to my sister's anus. Unable to 
control myself, I panted and stared, noticing Sarah's excitement even 
though she was unable to see or hear what was happening. 

I jerked and swallowed as Miss Mason roughly wrapped her fingers around 
my cock and pulled me forward. In a moment, the swollen head of my cock 
was parting her puckered anus, and to my left; my parents murmured their 
observations. 

Letting go of my cock she caressing my bottom, then used her finger in my 
anus, to guide me. I felt the barrier, and listened to Sarah whimper. The 
slide on my glands was exquisite and I stopped to take delight in the 
sensation, before Miss Mason's finger urged me to regain lost ground and 
enter into the tight glove of her anal passage. 

I felt her resistance and went still. Whimpering, her tight anus trying 
to expel me, she squirmed panting softly with the effort.

"Be still!" Miss Mason urged Sarah, pushing something into her mouth, 
drowning her panting breath and small sobs.

"Now! Rock yourself back and forth, until I tell you to Hold!" she 
ordered me. 

Looking along my sister's lithesome body and the cleft of her bottom into 
which my cock was being gripped, I edged carefully all but out of her 
gripping body, to then reverse my stroke and enter once more into her hot 
tight anus. Slowly, with each move back and forth her tightness started 
to diminish, until all of a sudden Miss Mason stopped me.
 
"Hold!" she cried, and I quivered as I obeyed, overcoming my urge to 
continue stroking myself within my sister's tight rectum. 

Whatever had been stuffed into Sarah's mouth had kept her silent, even 
though I felt her groans through the link to our bodies. She tightened 
and I tensed, my head rising as I bit my lip and forced myself to be 
still. 

The count as loud and brilliant before my ears and eyes, capturing my 
attention from the sensations darting through my submerged cock, as my 
Mother and Father watched, sipping cognac and calmly smoking, passing 
soft comments to each other whilst Miss Mason proved just how obedient 
and willing we had become.

"Thrust!" she ordered.
 
I drew all but out, then hesitated to make my little sister whimper, and 
knew she had even if I didn't hear it. I filled the passage, testing the 
elasticity of her rectum, and then drew out again.

"Hold!" Miss Mason called.

I panted, trembling with the desperate need to feel Sarah's lovely tight 
anus surround me. 

Miss Mason grinned. Father chuckled and Mother inhaled from a fresh 
cigarette, her attention on my rampant cock. Our mistress stepped up to 
me and brushed her lips across my ear, a hand darting down to my bottom 
to help hold me still.

"When I tell you! You will thrust, and then continue until your loins 
meet her bottom. You will then continue to thrust until you have fully 
impaled yourself, do you understand?" she said.

I nodded and panted as I looked at my sister on the table in front of me, 
her masked head turning back and forth in her forced silence. 

"Thrust!" Miss Mason cried, slapping my bottom hard to encourage me to 
gain the momentum she desired. 

My cock continued to feel her resistance as I pushed onwards, gritting my 
teeth against the urge to stop and feel the heat invading me. I pressed 
against her tightness, keeping my hands behind me whilst bending my 
thighs for better leverage. 

I pushed, sucking air into my lungs as I did, Sarah's wailing seeming a 
mile away and unconnected to her taking. I was up against her now, 
enclosed within her tight rectum, her squirming telling me of her pain.
  
"Now! Withdraw half way and then hold!" Miss Mason ordered me.

I pulled out, sweet agony invading me and taking my breath away. Yet 
after the initial pull, she was slick and slippery, her panting effort to 
clench herself and hold me still coming to nothing. 

"Now! Thrust" she ordered.

I invaded my little sister and felt her close around me. Then a long 
slide out again to leave her nearly empty of me. I bit my lip, aware that 
nothing had ever quite felt so good as what I had begun to feel; a tight 
rectum around my cock, hot and wet with excitement, yet tightening 
against each new invasion.

My pace quickened. 

Sarah shook her head and squealed with each thrust. My parents glanced 
towards each other with disappointment, and Miss Mason knelt to push 
something back into Sarah's mouth, silencing her squeals. 

I could feel her squeals vibrating through my cock. 

My pace quickened and she arched and stiffened. I continued to thrust. My 
need grew and I pounded that much harder and faster into my sister's 
body, now lax and open to my abuse.

"Hold!"  Miss Mason called.

I held myself still, about to surge back into her, and shook with want.

"Withdraw!" she told me firmly.

I pressed my lips together and stayed silent, even though it was an agony 
to depart my sister's bottom.

"Spend!" she told me.

I needed no urging and glanced from my mistress to my Mother. 

My cock jerked upwards and a powerful jet of seed splattered my sister, 
quickly followed by another and then another, coating her back, bottom 
and thighs with long streams of my sticky seed.

"How long will it take for him to recover?" Mother asked softly, her eyes 
on my cock as it began to sink.

"Oh! Just a few minutes," Miss Mason replied. 

Mother nodded and rose, straightening her dress. 

"Very well! Clean him up and bring him to my room. You can then help my 
husband teach Sarah her new role," Mother said, walking to the door, her 
fulsome bottom rotating under the stretched skirt. 
  
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"Keep your back straight and your eyes lowered. Don't stare, even if she 
chooses to let you. Don't make any noise, especially grunting noises and 
for God's sake, don't call her Mummy!" Miss Mason said, inserting a 
finger into my anus. "Don't smile! No expression is best, but above all 
else, don't spend unless she gives you permission, do you understand?" 
she asked.

"Yes mistress," I told her.
 
I relaxed and let her clean me, welcoming the invasion and smiling as I 
felt my cock start to jerk. She finished drying me and applied some oil 
then kissed me, her tongue exploring my mouth whilst her hands fondled my 
erection.

"Now! Go and make my proud," she cried.

I stepped from the bathroom naked and ready and walked down a flight of 
stairs to our parents' floor. 

The door to Mother's room was ajar, a low light coming from within.

"Come in," she told me when I knocked.

It had been years since I had last been allowed into my parents' bedroom, 
and it seemed a little smaller than it had before. The bed, large and 
oval, would have dominated the room had it not been for Mother. 

She stood beside the door leading to the en-suite bathroom, her arms 
lifted as she tied her hair behind her, those raised arms lifting her 
bust, which was naked above a corset that pinched in her waist.

I hurriedly lowered my eyes, but not before the vision of her standing in 
just long gleaming black leather boots and a corset burnt into my eyes, 
retaining it for ever, visible whenever I closed my eyes or thought of 
her.

Her laughter was a soft tinkle of sound, growing as she approached. Her 
nails were hard and sent shafts of sensations into my nakedness where she 
stroked and caressed, beginning on my cheek before working her way down 
my hairless chest 
towards my navel. Her breath washed over me as she walked around me, so 
close I could smell her scent, natural and elusive.

"Kneel," she ordered.

As I knelt, I was able to admire her long legs that were encased in skin 
hugging black boots, her heels adding three inches to her height making 
me feel small in comparison. Then parting her thighs and bending her 
knees, she stepped to either side of me and I felt her hands in my hair 
as I inhaled the musk that now flowed over me.

"Lick!" she breathed.

My head tilting back, I looked into her calm and smiling face and let her 
hands guide my face lower to where she wanted it. Lips parted, my tongue 
slid out and through the strands of hair to feel the warm forgiving flesh 
beneath. I licked, and her hands guided me further over, her hips turning 
so the next slide of my tongue met the furrow of her slit and, caressing 
it, anointed it with my saliva.  

She smiled and pivoted her pelvis further forward, her smile growing as 
my next slide of my tongue met the furled lips of her labia and, in 
licking them, spread them apart.

"That's my boy," she whispered, smiling encouragement.

I licked again, watching her as I pressed my tongue between her labia and 
tasted the tart taste of her slit.

She chuckled. 

"Such eagerness too!" she said, straightening and turning.

The leather boots came up to the bottom of her thighs, emphasising the 
turn of her bottom and the pert rise of her cheeks. The groove was short 
but deep, soft blond hairs escaping the apex to run to either side of the 
hollow of her lower back. 

"Lick!" she commanded.

I was in heaven as I looked at my Mother's bottom and licked the smooth 
flesh, my tongue finally daring to run along the groove, from as far 
under her bottom as I could reach, up to where it disappeared.

"Now! Press your mouth and tongue against me, but you mustn't use your 
hands," she instructed.

I swallowed, focusing on her bottom then closed my eyes, extending my 
tongue, and wriggling it until I felt the corrugated flesh of her anus, 
lathering it with my saliva. 

Mother laughed and pulled away. 

She looked at me; an imposing figure, and then we heard the first of 
Sarah's screams.

"How charming! I shall take you, whilst we listen to her screams," she 
chuckled.

I remained silent, although I hungered to know what was being done to my 
little sister to cause her so much pain. Mother watched me, and I 
wondered if this was another test to see if I would break my silence.

"Come," she told me.

I followed her to an area of the bedroom where a number of black leather 
covered benches stood, some with weights lying beside them. She adjusted 
one of them to create a seat that I could straddle and lean back upon 
then attached a further item, a slender metal rod that protruded from the 
seat at 45 degrees, 90 degrees to the backrest.

"Sit," she ordered.

I straddled the seat, my back against the reclining backrest, and my ball 
sack divided by the rod that rose from the seat, its purpose still 
unknown. My cock was far too stiff and upright to rest on it.

Smiling, Mother came forward and straddled the narrow bench and I looked 
up at her, deeply in love, watching as she smiled down at me, and then 
slowly lowered herself.

"Here we go," she murmured lazily as, her thighs outside of mine, her 
crotch met my upright cock and her nails guided it down rather than allow 
it to enter her.

"There!" she announced proudly, smiling down at me whilst her breasts 
faced me, the nipples erect. 

I panted. My cock lay with the upper side of the shaft enveloped by her, 
causing heat to radiate in a most exciting way. As she pressed down the 
tender underside of my shaft met with the bar and it sent sharp pains 
into my loins.
 
I gripped the edge of the bench and stared at my smiling Mother as she 
pressed down, then rose again, her eyes capturing my agony while her slit 
grew slippery upon the upper length of my cock.
 
"I loose control sometimes," she told me breathlessly, the colour rising 
in her cheeks as she pushed her slit down upon me, then slid herself 
along my jerking length while an agony of pain lanced through me.

"It makes a real change to have a boy's cock lying along my slit," she 
breathed, lowering her weight upon me once again, sandwiching my cock 
between her wet and hot slit, and the unforgiving and painful rod beneath 
it.

"I almost forgot the agony you must be in," she confessed, and rose to 
let me recover myself, before watching my face as she descended, gauging 
my pain as she more and more fully put all her weight on my cock, then 
slid smoothly back and forth along it, anointing it with her wetness 
while sweet pain filled me near to bursting.

"Such a perfect mount," she murmured, rising and capturing my head, 
pushing it between her thighs to feel me pant against her damp and humid 
crotch.

"Lick," she intoned, and I licked the sweet nectar from her labia and 
thighs before she pushed me away and stood up.

"There," she said, pointing to another bench, one that was flat but much 
higher off the ground. "Lie face down on that one, with your thighs 
hanging over the end," she ordered.

When I was suitably positioned her hand slid between my thighs to pull my 
cock and balls free of the bench then she came round to take a hold of my 
hands and fasten them to brackets at the top end of the bench.

"You know, Robert, I have a cock too," she teased.

I blushed at my Mother's use of such a crude word but said nothing. In 
that moment of silence we both heard the crack of leather on flesh, then 
Sarah's unmistakable screams.

She reached under the bench and retrieved a little garment, like a pair 
of panties, only protruding from the front was a thick ribbed rubber 
cock, the curved shaft tapered at the end and growing in thickness 
towards its base.

"Ever seen anything like this before, Robert?" she asked.

"No!" I answered politely.

Mother smiled and fastened the first buckle over one hip, then the other 
over the other hip. As if on cue, Sarah screamed, her screams ebbing into 
tears as Mother walked around the bench to where my thighs overhung and 
positioned the phallus against my anus. 

Whilst I waited with baited breath, Sarah screamed afresh and then so did 
I as Mother gripped my cock and bent it. I clamped my mouth down on the 
cry I would otherwise have made and shook as she twisted my cock, and 
then pulled it back roughly until tears came to my eyes.

"You're not here to enjoy yourself," she reminded me.

Sarah screamed, then sobbed without control. I could almost here her 
pleading whilst, naked, her little body struggling to cope with all her 
painful lessons.

I clenched my hands on the rope, agony sliding through me. As the agony 
eased leaving warmth that succoured added hardness, my Mother teased the 
tapered end of the phallus into my rectum and, with a long and breathless 
sigh, pressed it firmly home.
 
I was taken, and whimpered into the bench.

Sarah screamed, a long drawn out sound that stopped only for as long as 
it took her to suck in a fresh breath of air.

"Do you hear that naughty little girl?" Mother asked.

"Yes," I replied. 

"She needs to learn to remain silent," Mother said, her movement making 
me gasp as it communicated itself, along the phallus, to a point deep 
inside my belly.

Mother heard my gasp and chuckled.
  
She then began to move; her hands held away from me so only the phallus 
linked us together. I felt it draw out, drawing me with it, then stop, 
the tapered end feeling small beside the thick girth at the other end.  

I groaned with the sensation of my rectum working to keep the tip within 
me, then bit my lip and arched as it slid back in, filling me as it came, 
until I was full, my anal ring stretched, my bottom gripping the ribbed 
phallus within me.

"You are such a sweet boy! Let me hear you whimper again," she begged, 
her upper body arching back as she used her pelvis to slide the phallus 
back and forth in my rectum.

I couldn't stop myself. The phallus moved back and forth, climbing high 
into my bottom to stop there for a few moments, before sliding out. I 
whimpered with the sensations it brought and sobbed as I felt Mother 
slide her hand down under my thighs. 

In moments she was urging me to remain silent as she squeezed, pulled and 
then bent my cock, all the while thrusting the phallus back and forth in 
my bottom.

"You're did well!" she told me after a while, releasing me and stepping 
back.

Downstairs, Sarah was still screaming, mindlessly now, continuously and 
probably with no reason. 

Mother's absence let me recover my breath, but it wasn't for long. The 
phallus was pressed into my mouth and I was licking and sucking upon it, 
swallowing the rich flavour. 

Then she stepped from the panties that held the phallus and reached for 
another, a black rubber mask, from which a stout rubber phallus was 
moulded to the front, over the nose. 

She smiled as she placed it over my head and fastened it. Almost half my 
sight was taken and all of my hearing. Mother seemed to know this as she 
led me to the bed and, having sat down on the edge, spread her thighs as 
wide as she could.

In a moment I was positioned on my hands and knees between her thighs and 
with my head tilted back. The tip of the phallus was placed at the base 
of her slit and she reached around the back of my head to pull me 
forward, forcing it deep into her slit, until my nose was up against her 
inhaling her strong scent.

"Thrust!" she urged breathlessly. 

It was like a nod of my head, but from the base of my neck rather than 
from the top. My head changed angle, keeping my extended nose at one 
angle, even though it drew forward and back. 

I could hardly see, yet what I could, filled me with excitement and 
helped urge me to thrust inwards with as much speed as I could gain.

"Faster!" Mother urged loudly.

I drove my head up and down and my neck back and forth in order to help 
thrust the phallus deeper. Her scent invaded me, surrounding me as I 
thrust with more and more confidence. Her juice anointed my lips, to be 
refreshed with each new lunge against her slit. 

My eyes strained to see between her thighs, to see her slit with its 
button at its top, swollen and enlarged by the rubbing and pulling of her 
fingers, glowing brightly from under the protective folds of flushed 
skin. 

I ignored the growing ache in my head, neck and shoulders to thrust my 
extended nose into her slit, inhaling the strong scent and taking a 
delight in the close view I obtained.

Her free hand came to quicken my pace and I panted with my effort whilst 
trying to maintain my silence. Her thighs rose to either side of my body, 
toes pointed downwards, and her madly rubbing fingers suddenly stopped 
and pressed inwards instead, sandwiching her precious morsel of flesh 
between her pubic bone and her flattened fingers. 

The hand on the back of my head thrust me into her and she held me there 
while she quivered, a sense of her triumph coming to me though the mask. 

Used, she pushed me away, discarded. 

She then took the mask off and carried it with her to the bathroom, her 
bottom rotating lovingly above the black rubber leggings coating her 
thighs. Stopping at the door to look back at me and chuckled.

"That will be all for now, Robert!" she told me. "Go to bed now, and 
listen as your sister is taught her new role." 

I lay in bed with my cock aching for relief. With my bedroom door closed, 
only the loudest of Sarah's screams could be heard and they were growing 
few and far between. Then the door opened and I turned, thinking to see 
Miss Mason. 

Instead, Mother stood there, tall and imposing.

"Show me!" she demanded.

I drew the covers down hastily, followed by my pyjamas before lying back, 
my erection exposed, pulsing above my loins.

"You've not touched it?" she asked.

I shook my head.
 
She sat and took it in her hand. Her fingers curled around it, but only 
loosely and without any intent to stroke or pump the glowing and 
stretched shaft. 

Even so, my breath quickened with the excitement of having her holding 
me, and my belly rippled with new tension.

"Spend!" she intoned.

My face screwed itself up as I contained the scream of delight I would 
otherwise have given. Under her watchful gaze, loosely held in her curled 
fingers, my cock jerked and delivered its first powerful jet of seed. 

Another followed, and then another. 

My body was held rigid as my cock continued to pump seed from my balls, 
on and on until my belly lay covered in the long streams it had 
jettisoned.

Mother smiled.

"Be sure you clean it all up before going to sleep," she reminded me.

I nodded and scooped the first into my mouth. Mother chuckled and walked 
out.

"Until next time," she said.

As I lay there listening to Sarah as she struggled to please my Father 
and Miss Mason I knew that we had both, at last, come of age.