It’s slimy and tastes like garlic from supper.
Disgusting.
I shove her roughly off my lap and onto the ground. Her dress bunches up around her waist as she crudely reveals that she’s not wearing underwear. Just like Luke predicted. My future wife is a whore like the Whore of Babylon I read in the Book of Revelations. Her red hair between her thighs is hideous and I have to turn my head.
This makes Luke laugh hysterically.
Maude jumps to her feet and shrieks. “Asshole. You’re a freak and an asshole, Kristopher.”
I stand, towering over her, and sneer. “That’s no way to talk to your future husband.”
Her eyes widen. “What the f—”
Luke grabs her from behind, his hand covering her mouth. She trembles and fights him, but he’s stronger. To me, he says, “Would your father allow his wife to get away with this behavior?”
“No.”
She whines.
“No,” he agrees. “Are you wearing a belt?”
“I am.” I unbuckle it.
“You, Red, are about to get your ass reddened. Maybe then you’ll learn some respect,” Luke reveals. “Keep your mouth shut or I’ll have to shove my dick in it.”
I’m both horrified and thrilled at his words.
I want to punish her for being a horrible woman.
She’s not worthy of being my wife unless she can learn to behave.
“Hold her hands up,” I grind out as I yank off my belt.
“Please,” she begs when he releases her mouth. “Please don’t spank me, you fucking freaks!”
Luke jerks her hands above her head so she has to stand on her toes. I fist her dress and lift it up to reveal her freckly bottom. I’m reminded of how Pa whipped Karen today. So ruthless. And Karen is sweet and innocent. She didn’t deserve it. I’ll give Maude what she deserves, though. It’ll be harsher than anything Pa could ever dole out.
Whap!
The leather hits her ass hard, making her scream. Luke laughs in her face. Fire blazes through me and I feel vindicated. She deserves to be punished. I lay into her. Lash after lash. Over and over. Luke doesn’t stop me. Just holds her up, grinning evilly the entire time. When my arm gives out, someone takes the belt from me.
“I see someone was misbehaving,” Pa says, his touch gentle on my shoulder.
I don’t cringe or shy away.
His pride is like gasoline on my internal fires. It ignites and burns.
“She’s behaving like a whore,” I explain, my voice rippling with rage. “Didn’t wear underwear. She wanted things she should only want from her husband.”
“Ahh,” Pa says. “I see. What do you have to say for yourself, Maude?”
“I’m s-sorry.”
Pa walks over to her and lifts her dress to inspect my handiwork. Her bottom is lined with welts. “I bet you learned your lesson, little girl.”
“I did,” she chokes out.
“Good. Now run inside and have Karen and Linda tend to this.” He smacks her bottom, making her shriek. “And I don’t think I need to say it, but I will anyway. What happens in the Greene home, stays in the Greene home. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Already learning how to behave.”
She runs off toward the house and Pa smiles at Luke and me. It thrills me to know that I’ve finally done something right.
I can’t wait to tell Karen.
* * *
Karen
Someone knocks on the door and my heart leaps in my throat. I want it to be Kristopher so I can ask him what happened tonight. He seemed keen on courting Maude, and then not a half hour later, she ran in crying.
He’d whipped her.
And I had to treat her wounds.
I’ll have to pray extra hard for forgiveness tonight because I enjoyed seeing her welts. If she received them, she earned them. Kristopher is the kindest man in the world. For her to provoke him, she deserved every stripe.
The door cracks open.
Much to my disappointment, it’s Luke. I stop my pacing and furrow my brows.
“You’re not supposed to be in here,” I tell him, peeking past him to see if Kristopher is nearby.
“Uncle Charles sent me to fetch you. So we can begin our lessons.” He flashes me a deviant smirk. “I know how to fuck, but I might learn something else.”
“You’ve fucked before?” I like the dirty word on my tongue. If Kristopher knew, he’d be mad at me.
“Yeah. Plenty of times.” His eyes grow glassy as he remembers and then his features harden. “I haven’t in a long time, though.”
“Maude didn’t tell us what happened. Will you tell me?”
He’s smiling again. “She was acting like a slut. Kristopher put her in her place. It was awesome.”
Pride for my brother has me smiling too. “Does that mean he gets to come with us tonight?”
“Nah, just us. Maybe next time, though.”
I’m sad because I want to spend time with my brother. I want to talk to him about my whipping and drill him with questions about Maude. I want to snuggle up close and feel his dick. Dick. Another dirty word Luke taught me. I like dick on my tongue. Like it belongs there.
“Dick.” I giggle. “Whoops. It slipped out.”
Luke smirks. “Usually it slips in.”
We both share a laugh, though I don’t understand the joke.
I prance over to him and look up. “Ready?”
“Hell yeah.”
He takes my hand, though it’s not allowed. I don’t mind his hand in mine. It’s strong and firm. A thrill of excitement zaps through me. We’re about to head up the stairs when I feel the other half of my world enter my orbit. Yanking my hand from Luke’s grip, I whirl around to face off with my twin.
His often pained expression is missing. Tonight it’s harder. Fiercer. Magnetic. I would prefer to stare at him. Watch the way he licks his full lips. Inhale him. Maybe he’ll take off his shirt again so I can look at his lovely muscles. When I’d seen the hard grooves that cut into his body like a V and dipped into his slacks, I’d grown woozy. I’d never seen anything so mouthwateringly delicious before.
“Karen.” My name on his lips is a raspy growl that makes me shiver.
I grin at him. “Kristopher.”
He stalks right up to me until I have to crane my neck to see his face. His touch is gentle and reverent as he strokes my neck. “So pure,” he murmurs. “Flawless.”
I bite on my bottom lip, loving how his eyes drop there. Something hard brushes against my stomach. This has happened a couple times now in my presence. Am I at fault? Do I do this to his body? The thought should horrify me, but it thrills me instead.
“How’s your bottom?” he murmurs, his intense blue eyes locked on me.
“Better. Are you okay?”
“I’ll be fine.” He looks past me at Luke. “Keep her safe.”
“I’ll see you soon,” I promise as I stand on my toes to press a kiss to his cheek.
He turns slightly so that our lips brush lightly. The blue in his eyes turns electric and wild. I want to provoke him and see if I can free the man who seems trapped in a boy’s body. But Pa calls for us from upstairs.
Later.
I will lure the man from his cage later.
And then I’ll take care of him.
Luke grabs my hand and pulls me away. I pout the entire way up the steps, wishing I could go back to my twin. I’ve always felt happier and lighter with my brother. But now that we’re upstairs, a trickle of excitement gets ahold of me. I’m curious to see how a husband and wife behave in the bedroom.
“Ahh, my two pupils,” Pa says in greeting, his smile wide. “Tonight you won’t participate. Just watch and listen. When the lesson is over, I will dismiss you.” He points to the windowsill that’s fashioned into a seat big enough for two people. “Both of you sit there.”
Linda sits on the bed, her hands crossed in her lap. Luke, with his hand on my ba
ck, guides me to the window, glancing at the ground down below, before winking at me. We sit and wait for our lesson to begin.
“Linda,” Pa rumbles. “Come here.”
She stands and obediently walks over to him. He strokes the side of her throat with his knuckle. It reminds me of how he touched me earlier. I wonder if she feels the throbbing too. Gripping her shoulders, he turns her to face us. Then, slowly, he unzips the back of her dress. He pushes it over her shoulders, and it hits the floor. My nightgown suddenly feels hot and stifling. A sheen of sweat saturates the fabric.
“She won’t need this,” Pa says, removing her bra. “Or these.” Next, her underwear gets sent to the floor.
I stare in wonder at Linda’s body. Her breasts are bigger than mine but smaller than Maude’s. She has hair between her thighs—thick and blond. It makes me feel like a child. My hair there is fine and transparent. I fidget, suddenly feeling too hot.
Luke pats my thigh. “It’s okay.”
I push his hand off my leg so Pa doesn’t see and end our lesson. He’s thankfully busy roaming his gaze up Linda’s quivering frame.
“It’s a wife’s duty to always gift her body to her husband,” he tells us, his stare penetrating me. “Always. When your husband is ready to make love, you must always be ready.”
I swallow and nod. “Yes, sir.”
He gives me a half smile as he begins unbuttoning his shirt. I stare, eager to see if he has muscles like Kristopher. His shirt gets tossed to the floor and then he peels off his white undershirt. Pa is fit and thicker, but his body isn’t quite carved from stone like my twin’s. Still, I’m eager to see my father’s dick.
I stifle a giggle. I’ll never get tired of that word.
Pa catches me grinning as he undoes his buckle. Heat burns across my flesh. He always knows my thoughts. Does he know I want to see his d—penis?
“Patience, my eager little pupil.” He pushes down his slacks and stands in nothing but his white briefs. His dick is already hard like Kristopher’s gets, straining against the material. Pa meets my stare when he peels off his underwear. He takes his dick in his hand and strokes it.
I’m completely in awe.
It’s thick and long.
I’m supposed to put one of those inside me? To get a baby? His finger hurt earlier, so I can’t imagine what this would feel like. Maybe my husband will be smaller. Are dicks smaller when the man is younger like Kristopher’s age? It certainly didn’t feel small when he rubbed it against me in his bed.
“I’m hot, Pa,” I whimper. “Can I open the window, please?”
His hazel eyes flash with a madness that spooks me. “It’s your body’s natural reaction, lovely. You’re aroused. No, you may not open the window. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you fell to your death.” He says this, all the while stroking his dick. “Now pay attention, you two.”
He comes to stand right behind Linda. His hands roam over her body and then he slides one between her thighs. I watch closely as he uses his longest finger to dive in her hair to spread her flesh apart. He rubs at something there that makes her whimper. Her skin turns splotchy red and she shudders. Does she like it?
His eyes are locked on me as he rubs her. He kisses her shoulder and then sucks on her neck. I’m so hot from watching this, I want to rip my gown off. I’m unable to tear my stare away. I just gaze at the way Pa rubs her.
“This is her clit,” he murmurs. “Nestled just inside there. When I rub it, she loses her mind. Don’t you, Linda?”
“Mmmm,” she moans. “I, uh, I mean, yes, sir.”
His grin is wolfish. “And to tell how much she’s enjoying it…” He pushes his finger deeper. Inside her. She gasps and then he pulls out a glistening finger to show us. “Look how wet she is. To think, at one time we had to force all of this. Linda is a good wife now.”
She cringes at his words, but Pa doesn’t notice. He goes back to rubbing her until her legs begin to shake. It doesn’t take much rubbing before she’s crying out, her entire body trembling like she’s obsessed. Her cheeks burn red and then she seems to relax.
“Feel better?” he asks her.
She nods.
“Good. Now get on the bed and spread your legs so they can see how messy you are.”
She stills like she might hesitate, but then obeys him. I’m shocked at the crude way she exposes herself to us. I glance down and notice Luke is hard in his slacks. It makes flutters of excitement quiver in my stomach.
“Luke,” Pa calls out. “Do you have a situation there?”
Luke nods, unashamed. “I do.”
“Would you like to take care of it?”
“I didn’t think I was allowed. In the white room, you told me not to touch it.” He fists his hand on his thigh.
Pa smiles, still stroking his dick. “I said that because you were being punished. Now you’re learning. Take it out and deal with your problem. Karen needs to see what a man is forced to do to himself if his wife won’t see to his needs. It’s unfair, I must say.”
Luke wastes no time undoing his slacks. He pulls his thick dick into his palm and strokes it. I can’t look away, even when Pa clears his throat. Finally, I drag my eyes back to my father, ignoring the small grunts Luke makes. Pa walks over to us and strokes himself close to my face.
“You’re inquisitive, my love.” His voice is soft and caring. It warms me. “If I were an unmarried man, I’d be a fool not to snap you up and make you mine.” With his free hand, he runs his fingertip over my lip. It smells musky. Is this what Linda smells like? “Do you feel things, hmm? Between your thighs?”
I nod. “It throbs. I’m hot.”
“Your husband can take care of that throbbing.” He licks his lips, sending fire licking through my every nerve ending. “Sometimes he can do it with his tongue.” He takes my wrist and pulls my hand to his mouth. He licks my palm and then flicks it between my two fingers. “Like that. Over and over again.” He winks at me before releasing me. When he turns, Linda is no longer spread open as she was told.
All niceness is gone.
Pa storms over to her and backhands her. She shrieks and I jump. Luke clutches my hand with the one that was just stroking himself. He uses the other one to take over the duty. We thread our fingers together and watch as Pa strikes her again.
She knows better than to disobey Pa.
Linda is a terrible wife.
Pa finds his slacks and yanks his belt from the loops. Rather than hitting her bottom, he just starts whipping her all over. On her head. Her face. Her arms. She screams and begs and cries, which only seems to infuriate him more. My body grows warmer. Every time Pa’s dick bounces, I wonder what it would feel like inside.
Pa is in such a rage, he doesn’t pay much attention to us. Luke leans in and breathes in my ear, tickling me.
“I need help, Karen. Please.”
He pulls my hand to his dick. I find myself wrapping my palm around his length. Stroking him awkwardly. He groans before nipping at my earlobe. “Kristopher will kill me for this, but it’ll be worth it.”
I stroke him with vigor as I watch Pa beat Linda. She sobs and flails, only making her situation worse. Luke makes a groaning sound and then soaks me with his seed. I pull my hand away and wipe it on my gown. It’s okay. I’m really good at getting stains out.
Pa, now trembling and drenched in sweat, turns to look at us. He smirks at seeing Luke’s wet dick and I’m thankful he doesn’t know I helped. “Come here, Karen. You need to see this up close.”
I rise on unsteady feet and make my way over to him. He cradles my cheek in his palm and kisses my mouth.
“So obedient. If only Linda could learn to behave. She’ll send herself into an early grave if she’s not careful.” He kisses my mouth again. “Watch, lovely, while I fuck my wife.”
He turns away from me, flipping her over onto her stomach. She sobs but doesn’t fight him off. He uses both hands to spread apart her cheeks. Then, he grabs my hand.
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bsp; “Here,” Pa says, rubbing my hand between her legs and then pushing my finger inside her. “That’s where it goes.” He pulls my hand away and then looks down at his dick. “Now put it where it goes, sweetheart.”
Tentatively, I grip Pa’s dick and rub the tip against her, trying to find the spot. He eases forward and her body seems to suck him into her.
“It’s magical.”
“It’s a gift from God,” he corrects gently. “Magic is the devil’s work.” He looks down at my hand that still grips him, preventing him from fully pushing into his wife. “This is holy.”
He grips my wrist and pulls my hand to his mouth for a gentle kiss. I’ve never known Pa to be so affectionate. It makes me wonder if I might like to be his wife instead of Linda. She’s a horrible wife, so surely it wouldn’t take much to make her go away. He releases me and then pistons his hips. Their skin slaps together. Linda doesn’t move, just fists the blankets and cries. I watch in fascination until he groans. He quickly pulls out and shoots his seed onto her bottom. When he’s done, he runs his finger through it.
“You’ve tasted the wife,” he murmurs. “Now you must taste the husband.” He pushes his salty, wet finger into my mouth. I like the taste and swallow it down, wondering if he’ll let me taste more of it.
Then, a sudden thought hits me.
“The babies…” I gasp in horror, pressing my fingertips to my lips.
“Linda is useless when it comes to bearing children,” Pa snarls. “My seed would be better saved for someone like you, Karen.”
I get a vision of my stomach swollen with a baby.
A giggle bursts forth.
I want to tell him he could give it to me. That I’d be a better wife than Linda. It’s on the tip of my tongue. Luckily, Pa can read minds. He knows. His knowing smile tells me so.
“You’ve done so well, child,” he praises. “Why don’t you take another shower and wash up before bed?”
“Thanks for the lesson, Daddy.”
He kisses my mouth once more and doesn’t correct my mistake.
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