A Guardian for Emily

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My mother was a beautiful and delicate wee creature in whom the slightest upset would cause first a swoon and then the inevitable retreat to her room. She would remain there for up to a week; in such times Nanna would sneak us children in to see her while she was in one of her “states”. Once in her private chambers, there were whispers and kisses and protestations of love while Nanna stood guard at the door. Nanna’s job was to ensure that father remained at work in his study. If she heard him striding to the library door or advancing down the hallway the three of us would dart through the side door of mother’s room and tiptoe quickly into the nursery.

Once in the nursery, my younger brother Thomas and I would resume our ceaseless game of soldiers filled with: cavalry, swordplay, calls of “Charge!” and “For King and Country!” My sister Emily would sit with her feet tucked under her dress and read, play with her dolls, or stare out the window. She was the image of mother in both looks and temperament. She only entered the fray when Thomas and I would force her to play the captive of the evil Raja of Lumpur as we fought to rescue her. We would often tie her to the toy chest as we battled insurmountable odds.

We loved and doted on mother and both feared and respected father. He was titled: Sir Francis Welland. The Baronage had been in our family for three hundred years and the management of the estate kept him occupied constantly. “Duty, duty, duty, first and ever,” he would chant often to us children and especially to me who as eldest son would assume his mantle inevitably.

One incident particularly stands out or is rather etched in my childhood memories. It stands as the dividing line between innocence and experience in my life. Mother was in one of her “states” and I had slipped into her room unaccompanied by Nanna. Thomas and Emily were studying their French and I had just finished my interview with father. I knew him to be in his study and felt safe in ducking into mommy’s room.

“Charles, Darling,” mommy whispered from under the canopy of her bed. She placed her book on her lap and held out her arms. I covered her cheeks with kisses and nestled into her soft breasts. “Is daddy pleased with you? Darling? You didn’t anger him again did you? Is he in a good mood?” She stroked my hair as she asked. We billed and cooed questions and answers at each other until we heard the inimitable sound of father’s boots just outside the door. In a panic, Mother pushed me toward the heavy green curtains blanketing the bay window. I scurried into and behind their thick camouflage.

“You have been ignoring me Jane. You will pay for it.” Father’s voice boomed in its sternest tones. He always dominated mother and the three of us but this had undertones, which I had not heard before. I peered through the slit in the curtains as my father threw back the covers and stood with his hands on his hips staring down at mother. Mother pulled down on her nightie and pleaded with him.

“I’ll do better, Charles. I promise.”

“Indeed, you will.” He assured her. He reached for her hands and moved them away from her nightie, placing them wide and to either side of her. Mother whimpered. He then moved each of her legs apart and slowly inched the hem up till it was well above her hips. I had seen Emily naked when we were bathed together but I was transfixed with the dark and rich tuft of hair between my mother’s legs. My father’s hand slid up her inner thighs and began massaging her there. “You are to be punished for neglecting your wifely duties Jane.” He spoke to her as he did to us children and mommy began to undulate under his ministrations. “You are a wanton, lazy little girl, Janie. What do you deserve?” He asked her.

Mommy closed her eyes and writhed in the sheets. “What do you deserve?” He repeated.

“I deserve a spanking father.” I was most shocked by her calling him father and her flushed and excited appearance. Could mother enjoy this rude treatment? Where was the swooning? The vapors?

Father then sat on the edge of the bed where he unbuttoned the front of his trousers and withdrew his “willy”. It was ever so big and hairy and he patted his lap commanding. “Come, come, my girl. You only make it worse for yourself.”

Mother knelt up in the bed and pulled the nightie over her head. “Oh please father, not that, please.” But mother was wriggling and pouting and play-acting. She had placed both her hands over her furry triangle and was leaning towards daddy. He took her by the wrist and pulled her over his knee. She fluttered her legs and held onto his willy so as not to fall off his lap. He first began to stroke and then to slap her on the bottom. I saw it go from pink to red and they were both sweating profusely. “Please, please, you must stop.” Mother cried.

“Then say you’ll do it like a good girl!” Was father’s response.

“I can’t. I can’t. Oh please.” She begged.

Father redoubled his efforts till mother lifted her tear-stained face and submitted. “Yes, yes, father, I’ll do it. Anything, anything.” Father stopped spanking her and she sunk to her knees between his legs. She then took his willy into her hands and then placed it in her mouth. I was amazed, shocked, appalled. She began to suck and thrust her head back and forth and the pair of them moaned groaned and panted till father stiffened out his legs and began flipping about like a fish. Soon, they were both in bed under the covers. In an hour as they slept I felt safe to creep out of the room.

I never mentioned this incident to mother or the other children but as I grew I have reenacted it over and again in the brothels of London. I have paid handsomely for willing girls to submit to ever increasing forms of submission and to play the little girl. Now that I myself am the master of the Welland estates I have corrupted young ladies from the village to satisfy my sexual need for power.

I have never married and at the age of 35 I was determined to remain alone forever. No woman of my station could ever quench my distorted desires. Then one day my sister Emily begged me to take a Miss Parson, also named Emily, into my home as ward. Emily Parson's had in fact been named after my sister and I suppose that is what made our Emily so empathetic toward the girl.

Her father a military man and a widower had been killed in India. She had stayed with her aunt in London after the unfortunate incident but there were rumors of a scandal with a married man and the entire family wanted rid of her. She was, however, bound to receive a princely sum at the time of her marriage. Therefore, they would not dismiss her completely. The Wellands and the Parsons had been friends forever and my sister Emily insisted that I forget my aversion to polite company and take the girl in. Miss Parson was purportedly a “looker”. She had nearly completed finishing school and was, according to my little sister, in need of a strict guardian.


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Emily grew up in a very strict house her father was what some would have called harsh but Emily knew it was for her own good that he did these things to her. That is how she accepted them and she knew her father loved her greatly and only wanted what was best for her. Her father kept her on the straight and narrow.

When he had died a year and a half ago Emily had gone to live with an older maiden aunt who did not believe in discipline in the slightest.

Things had gone steadily down hill with her aunt. She became out spoken and often scared gentle men away with her rudeness. It was only the large dowry that was know about through out London that kept suitors coming and not telling what she was doing not that her aunt would have done anything.

Then Lord Jefferies had tried to stop her outlandish behavior and now there was this big scandal on the verge of blowing up. No one but herself and lord Jefferies knew what was going on, not even her aunt or her best friend Emily.

Emily had managed to convince her older brother that her friend could not be abandoned to scandal.

Now Emily has been made the ward of her best friends older, country gentlemen brother.

Because her guardian knew of the scandal he did not make things easy on her. She was shown straight upon arrival to his study were he was sitting in a chair waiting for her.

He did not look pleased to see her. She curtsied deeply, "my lord"
She had been told to sit and had done so.

His voice was not happy. "I have allowed you to come into my home to help you avoid scandal. I have many questions you will answer them fully and truthfully."

She replied,"yes, my lord"

He spoke,"my sister was shocked to hear that you were involved in such a thing, you were always a decently behaved girl, I checked, before your father died and you went to London. Tell me what changed."

Emily was surprised, "my father was always a very strick disciplinarian, sir, and my aunt believes in it not at all. That may have been part of the problem, sir"

The guardian spoke in a tone that said he would have what he wanted, "you will tell me, right now, exactly, in full detail, including how often your father disciplined you."

She nodded, knowing she would need to start from the beginning." He began when I was 8. I would do some thing. In the beginning it was not major but he wished to stop me, before I went bad, you see. He always used spankings for discipline. They increased slowly so that by time I was 12 it was once a week but. as I got older rules said I was to wear more and more clothes so the spanking became less effective. At 12 father, bless his heart, decided that he needed to find a way to make me learn from the spanking, He started pulling my skirts over my head as I lay across his lap. Until I had only my pantaloons between my but and fathers hand. That worked for maybe 6 months. Then father started pulling my pantaloons down and spanking my bare but. As I grew older the spanking increased to twice a week. He used a very solid bare hand. When he was done I had trouble sitting for many hours usually until the next day. For the last month before he left he spanked me harder then usual every other day. He told me is was to prevent me from going astray in the time he would be gone. He did not expect to die."

Emily paused blushing deeply, from embarrassment.

Her guardian spoke in a distracted voice "I may need to resume his style. Tell me, girl. Did he ever do anything but swat your but. Anything."

Emily thought for a moment. "he was often nice and when he saw I was getting sore he would stop for a minute and softly rub me were he had been spanking me. He was a good dad. He always did what was best for me."

His voice was still distant."tell me did ever beg him to stop before he chose to?"

Emily thought, "twice, my lord, The first time he told me that, it had earned me a double spanking. And he did so. He was a man of his word. That night I was dismissed from sitting at the supper table. The next night was no better and to my disgrace even the butler noticed it. The butler suggested that I should be beaten with a switch. Father told him to go get one. After the table was cleared father told me to lay across the end of the table and when I was there he flipped all my skirts up and my pantaloons down. He gave me 3 solid slashes with the switch and told me to go to bed. When I could not sit still the next day at lunch he was upset. We had company arriving the next day. I requested he wait until after visitors left for my next punishment and he agreed."

"After the company left after about a day, father walked me into his study and spanked me right then and there. I screamed in pain and begged for mercy and got a double spanking."

"those are the only 2 times I begged for mercy, my lord." Emily was badly blushed due to embarrassment, she has no sexual feeling abut her spankings.

He spoke firmly now, "give me the full and complete details of your scandal"

Emily blushed, "Lord Jefferies had taken me for a walk in a garden. I said some things which he found to be insulting and he told me I should be turned over my fathers knee and spanked. I quite naturally told him that my father used to do so but that he was dead.Lord Jefferies then told me that maybe he should do it in his stead. I honestly don't remember exactly what I said but Lord Jefferies did in fact grab me by the arm and pull me over his knee and give me three very solid swat before I screamed and at the sound of the approaching chaperon he had pulled me back up right. But my hair was disheveled and my face was blushed and " she paused blushing even deeper."My bosom was further out of by bodice than it should have been."

The Gaurdian spoke in a firm voice," I have no choice but to follow in your fathers foot steps, immediately. Come here. Now!" He added at her hesitation.

She came over to him. He pulled her firmly over his lap her head ended up near his ankles. His arm across her back held her there. He swatted her but three times before deciding to pull her skirts over her head.

Then he swatted her but again with only the thin layer of Pantaloon material between his hand and her but. Each swing was forceful and direct. Each hit also resulted in her breast giggling in her bodice. It was a strange feeling.

After about a dozen swats the guardian pulls down the pantaloon and he would swat about 10 times and then he would caress her sore bottom. She was crying, in earnest by the first time he stopped and caressed her but. Her confusion was lost in her pain. She said nothing. Then he resumed the swats. even harder then before. Her cries of pain were loader. After another ten swats he stops again and caresses her. She begins to notice the difference in the way her breasts are in her dress. AS she starts think about it he starts swatting her but and her thinking is quickly jolted be pain.

This is repeated about eight more times. Then her guardian pulls her up right. With the words "stand still"
AS her skirts fall into place they show that her breasts are sitting there completely out in the open, with nothing at all on them and the nipple standing as hard and erect as possible.

 

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The house was set to receive the young Emily Parson on Tuesday the fifth. I was completely unaware of the shock I had forthcoming. I had resolved to play the guardian proper and educate then hastily marry off my charge as quickly as possible. By attending our London home and drawing on the family connections there was a wealth of prospective husbands for the girl especially given that she was a "looker" and wealthy. The cloud of scandal mattered little compared to wealth and beauty.

For both of our sakes, I had instructed Helen to set up the young ward's room in the west wing, far removed from my own. I had no wish to play out my sexual scenarios within earshot of the young Emily. My privacy and hers would be sacrosanct. I would not subject her to late night visitors, smacks, pleadings and increasingly violent play going on in my chambers.

I had chosen to receive her in the library. There was to be no nonsense broached or encouraged in our relationship. I would make that perfectly clear. A businesslike approach to finding her a suitable match was our only duty towards each other. Family history called for propriety on both of our parts.

I remained implacable as she entered the room but I was thunderstruck. She looked for all the world like a young replica of my mother. She sat across from me directly under my mother's portrait and the similarities were outstanding. Coloring, facial shape, tendrils of hair, but even more her movements. My mother's hands fluttered like wary birds, settling on things with an unsure, tentative exploration. Emily did the same thing. The walk, the turn of phrase. These even more than her appearance. Threw me back in time. I understood why my sister Emily had made her such a favourite. Mother and Emily were ever so close and the young Emily Parson must have attracted my sister like iron filings to a magnet.

As I sat behind the desk my cock surged to life. I had spent my adult life enacting that snippet of an erotic scene between mother and father. Trying to find that demure surrender that mother displayed and always falling short of the mark. I had instructed various potential women on the attitude of submission and arousal always to little avail. Now unexpectedly Emily Parson had entered my life.

I pushed her into responding to personal questions and her innocent disquietude was perfection itself. She had been subjected to a father who spanked her bare bottom. The words father, spank, pantaloon, bare ... enflamed me irrationally. She would call me "father" I decided. She would submit to me as mother had submitted to father.

I can barely remember the spanking I delivered to her luscious backside then and there. I have little particles of memories from the incident. I was so consumed by my own passions. I see a delicious rounded bottom, a snatched peek at her down covered vagina, my hands caressing a reddening bum, her ample breasts jiggling out of her bodice, a tear stained face, my cock pressed into her fluttering thigh. I vowed to have her, dominate her, humiliate her, control her all for my now screaming lust. She would kneel before me. She would lay splayed before me. I would force her to enact my darkest sexual cravings and thank me lovingly. These thoughts raced through my addled mind as I disciplined the girl.

She stood before me now her breasts in full view straightening her petticoats. She reached up to adjust herself and I grabbed her by the wrists and threw her hands down to her side. She would remain in display until I deigned to let her dress. I wanted her used to me staring at her. My chest rose and fell with hers; hers from the physical act of the spanking mine from the growing dominant which she brought out in me. She was uncomfortable before me and cast her eyes downward. This merely enflamed me the more.

I reached out and grasped both her arms above the elbow. I forced her down to her knees. I took her chin in my hand and raised her face to look into mine. She was adorable, her pink nipples erect and pointing upward, the curls framing her supplicants face, her bird-like hands resting on her things.

I looked down at her sternly and commanded. "Call me father. Not M'Lord. For I will educate you in all things. I have taken control of your life. You will think of me before you think of yourself."

I ached to pull her head to my straining cock. But I had time; the scene would be played out properly. "Call me father now." I ordered again. "Say yes father."

I rang the bell on my desk and heard Helen's footsteps advancing. Emily reached quickly for her bodice. I again threw her hands to her sides and she turned a bright crimson as Helen entered the library. Kneeling between my legs with her delicious breasts exposed she was too ashamed to look up at the housekeeper.

"Helen I will have Emily set up in mother's old room, next to mine.'

Helen did not react in any way to the picture before her nor to my changed directions. "Immediately, M'Lord." She replied and waited for Emily. Helen had seen my private comings and goings ever since I took over the manor. She was privy to everything that went on.

I took Emily's breasts one at a time and pulling back her bodice settled each lovely orb back into its place, allowing my fingers to brush each tender nipple. "Kneel up girl." I instructed. I adjusted her ringlets just so and then kissed her on the forehead.

"I will give you two hours to settle in then I will come and visit your quarters. We shall begin your instruction this very afternoon. I will not knock, but walk in. You will never lock your door. None of the doors inside your chambers are ever to be even closed. Do you understand? None of the doors. If I ever find a door closed to me I will remove all the doors. Do you understand me? Now go with Helen and acclimatise yourself to your suite...

 

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The pain of my first spanking at the hands of my new guardian was nothing compared to the humiliation that followed. My bosom had been jostled out of my petticoats. When I had tried to recover myself he had not allowed it. And in a short time he had actually pulled me down to kneel in front of him. Forcing my face to look at him, I was so embarrassed that while I did not move my face from were he placed it, i could only meet his eyes for a second before I had to lowed my eyes.

The command to call him Father was comforting, it was reassuring to have someone to teach me and take over my life. Emily was not sure what he meant by think of him before thinking of myself, but there was no doubt that this man would get me back on the straight and narrow so, I resolved to do what was asked.

Thinking about his statements make me remiss in responding to him. But the second time he said to say yes father it penetrated and I replied, "yes,Father."

When I heard foot steps approach I tried to cover my bosom but he would not allow it. I was mortified. The housekeeper walked in. My eyes were downcast and I was flushed deep red with the embarrassment of it. He spoke to the housekeeper as if I were not there the woman replied in kind, but she did wait for me to be dismissed to follow her. But first my guardian tucked my breasts back inside my bodice, his hands very gentle, then he straightened my hair and kissed my forehead. I know he had give orders to move me into the room that had been his mothers.

Then I heard the rules, no locked doors, he would not knock but walk in, doors open. Plus he would begin teaching me this very afternoon, 2 hours from now to be exact. Then he asked if I understood and my reply "yes, m Father."

I almost tried to explain the almost slip but went to the room with the housekeeper who gave a few swift orders on the way up and with in minutes there was a tub being filled. The house keeper said I needed to get the dust and dirt of travel off. After I was in the tub bags were brought and unpacked. With in 30 minutes from leaving him I was done in the tub. Sitting was difficult even in water.

Then the maid arranged for proper dress and started brushing out me hair. Sitting was most difficult. By time the maid was done with that an hour and 45 minutes had passed. In that time I had barely had time to look over my room. So I took it now.

At the exact time my new Father came in. I was walking back to the sitting area when he walked in. I looked at his impassive face and felt relieved. I greeted him "hello Father."

He took a chair and motioned for me to do the same. I sat were he indicted. But I jumped slightly and wiggled from my sore bottom. He saw this but gave nothing away in his facial expression. He spoke firmly, "If you cannot sit still you will kneel for your instruction today."
At her hesitation is moving, "Now!"

I got up and walked calmly to in front of him and knelt down between his spread legs."yes Father" He did not seem angry. I tried to keep my hands still but it was difficult.

Father spoke, "you have been bad. I must punish you."

I replied, "yes father." No sooner were the word out of my mouth then his hand came out and slowly pulled the bodice of my dress down. It felt extremely strange and my hands would not stay still though I did manage enough control that I kept them from touching my bodice or my bosom to hide it. By time my breasts were free the nipples were standing at attention again. It was the strangest feeling in the pit of my stomach that I had ever felt. My embarrassment was huge.

He spoke, "You need this. Now thank me."

I hesitated for just a second and spoke slightly breathless due to my embarrassment."thank you, Father".

I waited for an explanation, why I need such humiliation. After some minutes of silence it occurred to me that I needed to learn to be dignified and accept what happened to me with without trying to hide. I am well aware that I am in effect trying to hide my bosom. by slouching and the like. I conclude in my mind that that is why he has done this to me. I take a deep shaky breath then slowly straighten my back and shoulders. I am aware from my time in finishing school that these to thing push the bosom forward and upward. Even as I do this I feel a deeper blush cover my face. I raise my chin so that if I were looking straight I would be looking into his face, but my eyes never go above his collar bone.


After what feels like forever he speaks, "I will inspect now and as often as I see fit, how ever and when ever I see fit."

I take a deep breath and a speak softly, "Yes Father. Thank you Father. I am truly glad that you have taken it upon your self to teach me all those things I do not know." By now I have accepted that my guardian will do what is in my best interest. I simply must trust him.

I feel his hands on my neck. I hear ,"You have found a good kneeling position use it."

I nod my head up and down and speak, "Yes, Father. Thank you, Father" I loved my father very deeply and I want nothing more then to do him proud now.

I feel hands move down my neck and chest. His fingers touch my breasts like one would touch a horse before purchase. I hope he finds me OK. If not, I know I will do what he says to resolve it. I realize my breasts are important to him he is taking a lot of time checking them out. Every inch is touched including the nipples.

He attention to details of my breast make me even more nervous. My hands and lower arms start to flutter even more. I just barely manage to keep them away from my bosom though at least twice my hand does stop for a moment or two on his thigh.

The silence makes me question every thing, but I speak none of these questions.

Then my Fathers hands are on my bosom the door to my room opens and the butler announces "dinner is served" and leaves.

I blush even deeper,waiting. Slowly carefully he replaces my breasts in side my bodice.

Then he kisses my fore head and speaks, "time to go to dinner." Then he escorts me to the dining room. Once there he speaks, "I have arranged a spacial chair for you right beside me, so I may judge how well your finishing school did on those things."

I speak "thank you, father, I will do my best." When we reach the head of the table he motions a footman who pulls out the chair and I sit in it preparing for the pain. It is truly very painful, far worse the the chair in my room had been. I accept this and sit still. I am truly in real pain but I do not move. I glance down and see that my Father has covered the soft cushion with a solid wood plank. I blink but say nothing.

Then I here my father speak, "aren't you going to thank me for going to such lengths to ensure your comfort at the dinner table."

I speak, "Yes Father, I mean Thank you Father. I was very good of you."

There is almost no conversation during dinner I sit very still and eat little. My check flushed from pain and the shame of knowing that all the servers and clearer's can see the wooden plank.

Once the meal is done my Father speaks, " Thank me for the food and then you may go to bed, I may inspect you later."

I stand up and curtsy deeply and kiss his hand that is lying near the edge of the table, "Thank you, Father."

I walk back to my room unaware that while I was eating a small change had occurred all of my night gowns had been replaced by ones that were replicas of my guardians mothers.

I get ready for bed, a little confused by the change in apparel but I need sleep. I end up going to sleep soon on my side.

I am jostled from sleep by the door to my room being shoved open then slammed shut.

The curtains on the bed are pushed back and I can see the lantern on the stand beside the bed.

I cannot make out my Fathers features very well the light is behind him but illuminating the bed nearly as well as day light.

He speaks, "when I come here when you are sleeping you will lay on your back with your hands and arms under the covers,"

I comply and say. "Yes,Father,thank you, Father."

he speaks, " I will do a better inspection now."

I reply, "Yes, Father, Thank you, Father."

 

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As I stare down at Emily, the image of my young mother and both my heart and my manhood respond violently. I am conflicted. I long to nestle my cheek against her rising and falling breasts, then cover her face and brow with filial kisses. At the same time I long to dominate, humiliate and have her perform orally on my rampant cock. I hear her respond. “Yes, Father, Thank you, Father.” And the scene lived out so long ago rush through my feverish brain. I march over to the bookshelf and grasp one of mothers novellas. “Read this” I command Emily who’s eyes widen at the strange request. I resolve to have both innocent mother and submissive slut in this Emily Parson whom fate has landed into my hands.

I place the lantern on the side table and retrace my steps back to the doorjamb. There I stand transfixed by the adorable reading figure in the bed. I approach her and take the book from her hand. I place it beside her and snuggle up to her resting my head on her bosom. I kiss and breath in her full breasts and feel the delicate nipples harden. Then I take her face in my hands covering her cheeks and forehead with loving busses. Emily, responds by stroking my hair and purring. She plays her role so well that I continue longer than I had intended. I resettle on her breasts and she is now kissing the top of my head and lowing as mother was want to do. I close my eyes and drift into memories.

Then, to her surprise I bound out of the bed and fling the covers off her and onto the floor. She pulls down her night dress and lays both amazed and staring up at me. I stand with my hands on my hips. My cock stretches and rages in my trousers. I place her hands just so on either side of her body. Then I inch up the hem of her nighty. I do this in a maddeningly slow fashion. I drink in her slender ankles, her shapely calves, her rounded knees, her long cool thighs. Then I uncover her spectacular bush. Drool as I stare. I am tempted to re enact the entire scene that haunts me so but I chose rather to tease myself, to train Emily and to do it properly. Until it is all relived I will live in a burning passion which is agonizing and sweet at the same time. I ache to see it. I long to wait.

I stroke her pubic hairs. “This must always remain combed and fluffed as you go to bed. There is more to marital duty than keeping the keys and managing the pantry and the accounts. I have decided to teach you all that a young woman should know. I will train you to be the very model of a wife. Complete in all things. I will teach you things my Emily that only a man can teach you about your wifely duties. Combed, fluffed and perfumed.” I speak to myself as I comb my fingers through her muff. I reach for and spread the girl’s legs. I set her feet on the mattress and adjust her into an all opened position. I move her outer lips to one side and inspect the flesh between Emily’s cunt and her leg. I do the same to the other side.

Then, I reach for the bell on the night table. In no time Helen appears at the door. “Until, the young mistress can find a personal chamber maid Helen you will have to serve. I want her bush combed, fluffed and perfumed every night. I am concerned about the hairs that have invaded the lovely flesh in the hollow of her thighs here. Do you see. Pluck them out before tomorrow night. I lifted Emily’s cunt up high and at the same time her bottom off the bed. And in here too Helen. I just want her muff to extend to here and here and here. I drew an imaginary triangle for Helen’s instruction. Unceremoniously I flipped Emily over on her stomach, and spread the delicious orbs of her bottom. Here, perfumed as well, plucked absolutely clean, enemas given regularly. I circled and teased the little puckered bud as I spoke.”

I flipped her back around and threw her nighty over her face. I fondled her ample breasts. These are to be creamed and oiled daily, Helen. I stood back and ogled the striking body laid bare before me. I lifted the nighty from her face and spoke directly to Emily.

“Do you know how to bring yourself to a climax girl? I thought not. Helen instruct her in the art of masturbation. You must learn how to orgasm girl. It is a practiced art. You will learn control, release. You will learn to climax at will. You my little Emily will learn the proper duties of a loving wife. Helen let me know how she does on her first attempts. And look Emily, what you have done to your loving father.” With that I exposed my raging cock and held it for her to see. There are many ways that a good wife can rectify this situation. I will teach you all of them. What do you say to your caring father, Emily?”

I turned to Helen, “Make sure all of this is done and report to me.” I then left the pair of them to their own devices…

 

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As I stare down at Emily, the image of my young mother, both my heart and my manhood respond violently. I am conflicted. I long to nestle my cheek against her rising and falling breasts, then cover her face and brow with filial kisses. At the same time I long to dominate, humiliate and have her perform orally on my rampant cock. I hear her respond. “Yes, Father, Thank you, Father.” And the scene lived out so long ago rushes through my feverish brain. I march over to the bookshelf and grab one of mother's novellas. “Read this” I command Emily who’s eyes widen at the strange request. I resolve to have both innocent mother and submissive slut in this Emily Parson, whom fate has passed into my hands.

I place the lantern on the side table and retrace my steps back to the door jamb. There I stand transfixed by the adorable reading figure in the bed. I approach her and take the book from her hand. I place it beside her and snuggle up to her resting my head on her bosom. I kiss and breath-in her full breasts and feel the delicate nipples harden. Then I take her face in my hands covering her cheeks and forehead with loving busses. Emily, responds by stroking my hair and purring. She plays her role so well that I continue longer than I had intended. I resettle on her soft breasts and she is now kissing the top of my head and lowing as mother was want to do. I close my eyes and drift into memories.

Then, to her surprise I bound out of the bed and fling the covers from her and onto the floor. She pulls down her night dress and lays both amazed and staring up at me. I stand with my hands on my hips. My cock stretches and rages in my trousers. I place her hands just so on either side of her body. Then I inch up the hem of her nighty. I do this in a maddeningly slow fashion. I drink in her slender ankles, her shapely calves, her rounded knees, her long cool thighs. Then I uncover her spectacular bush. I Drool as I stare. I am tempted to re enact the entire scene that haunts me so but I chose rather to tease myself, to train Emily and to do it properly. Until it is all relived I will live in a burning passion which is both agonizing and sweet at the same time. I ache to see it. I long to wait.

I stroke her pubic hairs. “This must always remain combed and fluffed as you go to bed. There is more to marital duty than keeping the keys and managing the pantry and the accounts. I have decided to teach you all that a young woman should know. I will train you to be the very model of a loving wife. Complete in all things. I will teach you things my Emily that only a man can teach you about your wifely duties. Combed, fluffed and perfumed.” I speak to myself as I comb my fingers through her muff. I reach for and spread the girl’s legs. I set her feet on the mattress and adjust her into an all opened position. I move her outer lips to one side and inspect the flesh between Emily’s cunt and her leg. I do the same to the other side.

Then, I reach for the bell on the night table. In no time Helen appears at the door. “Until, the young mistress can find a personal maid Helen you will have to serve. I want her bush combed, fluffed and perfumed every night. I am concerned about the hairs that have invaded the lovely flesh in the hollow of her thighs here. Do you see. Pluck them out before tomorrow night. I lifted Emily’s cunt up high and at the same time her bottom off the bed. And in here too Helen. I just want her muff to extend to here and here and here. I drew an imaginary triangle for Helen’s instruction. Unceremoniously I flipped Emily over on her stomach, and spread the delicious orbs of her bottom. Here, perfumed as well, plucked absolutely clean, enemas given regularly. I circled and teased the little puckered bud as I spoke.”

I flipped her back around and threw her nighty over her face. I fondled her ample breasts. These are to be creamed and oiled daily, Helen. I stood back and ogled the striking body laid bare before me. I lifted the nighty from her face and spoke directly to Emily.

“Do you know how to bring yourself to a climax girl? I thought not. Helen instruct her in the art of masturbation. You must learn how to orgasm girl. It is a practiced art. You will learn control, release. You will learn to climax at will. You my little Emily will learn the proper duties of a loving wife. Helen let me know how she does on her first attempts... And look Emily, what you have done to your loving father.” With that I exposed my raging cock and held it out for her to see. "There are many ways that a good wife can rectify this situation. I will teach you all of them. What do you say to your caring father, Emily?”

I turned to Helen, “Make sure all of this is done and report to me.” I then left the pair of them to their own devices…

 

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Emily is greatly confused by father placing a book in her hands only to take it away and nuzzle like an innocent boy.

Then Father begins by pulling up the night gown it seamed to take forever for it to one up to my hips. Then Father spreads my legs to inspected me. In just a few minutes he rang for Helen and when she came he gave a long list of things that had to be done. Emily was glad Helen was there without her she never would have remembered then all.

Then father asked about climax and when I knew not of it he added that to the list.

I still had not gotten to be able to speak to thank him when he pulled part of himself out of his trousers. He told me that I had done that to him before I could apologize he tells me that he will teach me all the ways to deal with it.

Before I can speak he leaves telling Helen to report.

Helen looks around the room for a few minutes and realizes that she does not have every thing she needs so she tells me to bare my breasts and I do a little nervously. Then she pushes my legs open like father had them and tells me to get used to it because all those orders would take time.
Before she leaves to get supplies she tells Emily to rub and caress her breasts. To go from bottom to tip and the again in different spots to use both hands and to not stop until she is back NO MATTER what or she would have to report to Father a lack of cooperation,but if the feeling come along and makes me want to raise and lower hips, that would be fine.

Emily nods and begins one hand on each breast. The feeling in strange. Like when Father had pulled her bodice down earlier. She does not dare stop.

Helen takes her time gathering what she needs. She know it will be a long night and most likely a bit of tomorrow evening as well and most of it painful, but she shrugs. She had often attempted to train his lordships girls but never before has he found one so unpracticed as to never have pleasured herself.

Upon her return Emily is still working on her breasts her hips moving up and down. Now Helen tells Emily to move one hand down and direct her through clit stimulation to orgasm. She know it was not massive but at least is was there.

Then Helen tells me stop. This pleasure that came over me is like I'm in heaven. I lay totally relaxed and do not really notice Helen move the lantern closer, place a towel between my legs and lean over me with a tweezers, until she pulls the first hair which hurt a lot and I yelp in pain.

Helen continues, a quickly as she can. I lay still and do not fight but a cry and yelp in pain often. Helen continues for what seams like forever to me. Finally I here her say. "I can do any more in this area tonight." The she adds,"roll over girl so I can deal with your backside."

I roll over and feel her spread my but checks and begin the same thing. Now a push my face into the pillow so as not to cry out.

It is not long and the plucking stops. then Helen moves away them comes back and perfumes my bottom.

Then Helen tell me to roll back over. She then combs my bush, then fluffs and perfumes it.
as well. then she oils and perfumes my breasts.

The she tells me to get some sleep. I cover my self up and try to sleep.

It is a good long time before I manage.

Helen had went to his lord ship to report and had found him asleep. She ten went to her own bed a slept.

The next morning before breakfast Helen report to his lordship."The girl did bring herself to one orgasm last night. It took a lot of effort on her part but she did not stop until she succeeded. Then I began the plucking.I am sorry to say that it did not get all done."

His lord ship "Why not?

Helen replied" I got tired all that plucking is hard work, for me. I will see that it is completed for she goes to bed this evening." She added as an after thought, "she does cry from the pain but never asks for me to stop. Now I will have breakfast ready soon. All that plucking wore me out."

Helen goes and finishes breakfast and feels she has done her duty. After all she has a loyalty to his lordship not the child.

In the morning Emily get up and gets ready for breakfast. She is still in a good deal of pain from the night before but she knows it must be.

I go down to breakfast I enter the room right after my Father.

All though the meal Father is unhappy with me and I don't know why.

When it is done He speaks,"To the library."

Emily says, "yes father' and goes. She well remembers her only other time in here and wonders will happen.

He speaks, "you wore out Helen with your crying and all that plucking, I will inspect you then punish you as I see fit," Then he pats his lap.

I speak ."Yes Father" and I lay across his lap. Head near the floor

 

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I lift Emily’s skirt then her petticoat, and her bloomered ass is stretched across my knee. I smooth out the material carefully, removing every crease and fold. I run my hands over the backs of her thighs and then fondle the cheeks of her ass. She has a lovely bum, round and protruding. I love that she is compliant to my wishes and I stroke and marvel that I can do as I please with her luscious body. With her pantaloons still in place, I reach between her legs and take her cunt in my hand. I place the length of my thumb along the outside of one of her outer lips and my fingers opposite it on the other lip. I can rub her lips together like this.

I use her own moist pussy to lubricate her clit as I slide it back and forth. “So you made yourself cum last night Emily. Did you like the feeling? Did you enjoy it? I want you to bring yourself to orgasm often and then you will tell me about it. What you did, what you thought about. How you felt. Do you understand me?”

“Now, let me see how you and Helen got along last night.” I reach round her front and undo the bow of her bloomers then I ease them down teasing myself with the slow revelation of her splendid bottom, then the exposure of her lovely garden. Soon the bloomers lay on the floor and I begin a close inspection. I spread the cheeks of her bum and examine her little puckered bud. I wet then insert a finger and leisurely explore her passage. There is no hurry. “This passage back here Emily is one of the ways you can relieve a man of the erection you may cause him. I will show you how that is done, soon.”

Next I take two hands and spread open her legs and inspect her thighs and the edges of her splendid bush. “There is still work to be done here Emily. Helen tells me of wriggling, crying and protestations. That is ill done.” I smack her hard on the bottom with this last sentence. I see a pink hand print forming on her bottom. “Ill done.” I say and deliver another blow. The two pink handprints enflame me and I am soon spanking her with abandon. Her entire bottom is now red as are the backs of her thighs. I have a huge erection and her twisting and writhing against it arouse me more and more. I have clasped her legs in place by scissoring them with mine and continue to wail away at her.

Finally I tire and want to explore the fruits of my labour. I caress and stroke the warm and swollen bottom. Then I place Emily on her knees between my legs. “Remember your proper kneeling position my dear. “Now look between my legs at what you have caused.” Her eyes turn to the throbbing cock in my trousers. “Undo the buttons, Emily and see the effect you have on it. That is correct. Now take it out. Reach in and take out the balls as well. Now examine the red and moist head, the veins in the shaft. Turn it back and forth Emily get to know it.”

“When you cause me to become stiff and swollen like that, you cause a build up of semen in my balls Emily. It wants relief. The white juice that it produces creates babies when it is pumped inside your cunt. Today I will show you how to use your hands to relieve me. You will see the semen as it pumps out of my cock Emily.”

I take Emily’s hand and wrap it around my dick and begin to pump it up and down. “Look at it Emily. Look at my balls bouncing in reaction. You take over Emily. Pump it. Oh yes. Oh Emily. I love it. Oh yes. Faster. Faster. Ah.”

Eventually I spray my jets of semen all over, hitting Emily and oozing all over her hand. I instruct her to clean us both off with a handkerchief then I sit her on my lap and I hug her and play with her hair…

 

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Emily realizes that Father is upset over her letting her discomfort at the plucking show. There is nothing she can do now.

Emily is deeply ashamed to realize that she cant even lie still for a well deserved spanking. She had grown extremely soft with her aunt.

I am very much ashamed that I have caused Father to be uncomfortable. I know I must help him, he is so honorable to help me this way. I do as he instructs and clean up after wards.

As father is hugging and comforting me I remember hearing him give me instructions to tell him things just before he spanked me. I hope I can do justice to his wishes.

"well, Father I fallowed Helen orders, when she went to get supplies she told me to play with and caress my breasts. From base to the point, taking care never to miss the point. It was very strange in the beginning it reminded me of when you pulled down my bodice earlier. Then it became more intense and pleasurable. I do not remember when it changed it may have been gradual. But by time Helen cam back it was far more pleasant then I had ever dreamed of. She then had me move one hand down to the junction of my thighs and find a little nub there between the tip of the breast and the nub the pleasure climbed much higher and faster. Without warning there was a huge rush of pleasure and a gush of moisture. I was still lying there enjoying it when Helen began to pluck me. I admit Father I could not stop myself from crying out in pain, but I swear to you not once did I ask her to stop. I promise you Father that I will try harder to not yell in pain when Helen is doing what you have ordered her to do."

She took a deep breath, "Father I know I have became very wicked and improper even weak with my aunt. Never before have I wiggled when I was spanked. I Swear to you Father I will get better and not wiggle around as much and I will try to be better as well."

She smiled weakly up at Father,"I do thank you for teaching me all these things that I must know. I humbly and deeply thank you for working me back to the straight and narrow. I need discipline, I am so glad you are willing to give me that." She took his hand and softly kissed his palm.

After a time Father makes sure I am straightened out and tells me to go for walk around the gardens till luncheon. Which I do. I try very hard to sit still on the planks the my Father was so kind as to provide for my comfort but I fail miserable and in very little time father dismisses me from the table to go to me room.

I rest until evening meal I know it will be a painful event but I know I must try hard. I manage to sit still and proper through one course then just minutes in the next Father who had noticed my squirming orders me to my room.

Some time later Helen arrives and tells me that i must pleasure my self as I did the night before. I do not abject simply pull down the night gown and after pulling it up and opening legs, I begin. It works like the night before but his time i know what to expect and look forward to it. It still takes a good amount of time but this time I am not shocked at the explosion of pleasure.

Again while I am still dreamy over the orgasm Helen begins to pluck. This time after the first yelp and push me hand into my mouth and hold my hips still and taint so she can work. After some time she declares her self done then orders me to roll over.

After I roll over and she administers an enema, then when IT is completed she finishes the rest of the orders for my bum and I roll over again and she takes care the brushing, fluffing. and perfuming of my bush. Then Helen takes care of the orders for my bosom and tells me that I need another orgasm before I go to sleep.

So I follow through and begin at once playing with my breasts. and them once my needs have reached fever pitch I slip my hand down and begin playing with my clit and in time I do cum again.

Helen had walked down the hall to His lordships rooms and found him awake. She reported, "I had her orgasm again before I went to work on her. This time she shoved the hand into her mouth to prevent out cries and she held her self still for my work. All of the plucking and every thing else including and enema is done."

She went back to her room her duty done for this night.