by Emily Tilton
“Oh!” Amanda exclaimed, her eyebrows going up. “What is that?” She seemed not alarmed, but perhaps even a little pleased at the thought that the strange thing had happened because of her.
James wondered for a moment whether Dr. Brown would intervene with a medical explanation, but he seemed to regard his role in such a moment of practice to be more retiring. James thought he could understand why: the chief source of a girl’s knowledge about her master’s pleasure should be that natural man’s own mind and words.
“That is a sort of liquor that comes before my seed does. Along with your spittle it will ease my way inside you.”
“It will not harm me?”
Amanda’s face had such a fascinated expression upon it now that James said gently, “Look into my eyes, darling.”
She did, a little fearfully now. He smiled. “I will never harm you, especially with my cock.”
She smiled back, and the blush receded—and then, to James’ delight returned, as if she had just thought of something naughty. Her lips twitched, and she returned her attention to his cock unbidden, as he pumped it slowly in his hand.
“Does it feel good,” she asked, “to rub it like that?”
“Very good, darling,” he said. “Now kiss my cock, and I will anoint your lips with that liquor. Then you shall kneel upon the pillow, and you may play with your master’s cock as you like, and show me what a good girl you can be.”
Chapter Ten
Master. Had James truly said ‘master’? Like a schoolmaster: a man who took charge of you, and taught you.
But how could a master teach a girl this sort of lesson? Amanda felt her brow crease as she looked at the long, hard thing in her master’s hand, with the strange little eye, almost like a tiny buttonhole, at the end, where the drop of liquor seemed to grow in size a little as James rubbed.
She must kiss it, must she not? She had had to let Mr. Charlton put his own cock in her mouth, and move it until the seed came—should that not mean that when her angel instructed her to kiss his cock, Amanda must obey? Should she not wish to kiss her angel’s—her mastering angel’s—cock, knowing that she must have her bare bottom whipped again if she refused?
That made the trouble, though, didn’t it? James had told her he would punish her if she disobeyed, but Amanda knew from the way he kissed her, the way he held her, that such punishment would be a terribly different thing from Mr. Charlton’s strap. This strange Dr. Brown had confirmed that difference with his words: Miss Amanda Eaker would receive regular discipline here at the doctor’s college and, presumably, afterward, but her thrashings would be of a nature not to make her fear her shameful duty but rather to love it.
How could she love it? How could she want to kiss the thing James held in front of her face, the same sort of thing Mr. Charlton had moved in and out, murmuring, “Is this what bad girls get, Amanda Eaker? Will you suck the prick like a good wife, or must I whip you every time?”
But… she did want to kiss it, though she knew she shouldn’t. Then, though: the pillow, and the touching, and the sucking. Amanda couldn’t want to have that kind of lesson, could she? These were the parts of his body, and her body, that no one should see or talk about. To have lessons about them would surely bring down the wrath of the constabulary, or the church, or the queen, would it not?
Then: her vagina, which must be the same thing Mr. Charlton had called her cunt and her cunny, must it not? The awful man had said he would fuck her there—and now Dr. Brown said James, her angel, would soon do the same thing. Coitus, he called it. Coitus must mean James putting his cock inside her and moving it back and forth until he spurted his seed from the tip.
The thoughts in her mind had come to such a jumble now that Amanda wanted to cry. She looked at the hard penis, and she knew she must learn to please Mr. James Coventry, and she knew she must not look him in the eye but must look only at this lordly, arrogant, upright part of him.
“Kiss, darling,” came his voice from above. “Kiss the cock.”
Amanda leaned forward, her heart beating very fast and her breath coming in short gasps through her nostrils as she pursed her lips. James’ right hand cupped the back of her neck very gently, so unlike the way Mr. Charlton had held her face in place, and he moved his hips very slightly, so that the tip of his penis did touch her lips at last.
She gave a little whimper of surprise and submission at how soft he felt there, and how wicked the liquor felt upon her lips. Amanda realized with shame that the shaved place between her thighs had grown warm at the first touch of her master’s penis.
“Good girl,” James said softly. Suddenly Amanda wanted to please him so much that her jaw fell open automatically; something about how eager Mr. Charlton had been to thrust his cock inside her there, and how pleasant it had seemed to him to possess her that way despite the terrible shame for her, made her feel that she must do that for her angel right now, and let him, too, enjoy himself inside her mouth.
But James said, “Over to the pillow, darling,” and he raised her up and held her close again for a moment, their naked embrace sending the same shivery thrill through Amanda’s body as it had when first he enfolded her thus, before he pushed her down to her knees to serve him. He led her the few feet to the pillow, covered in a strong undyed twill, which lay before the big leather armchair.
“Kneel down, now,” James said, and Amanda obeyed.
He sat in the chair, and his cock rose up so tall that Amanda blushed again. For the first time she noticed that he also had something down below, like a tight little purse, very wrinkly and full perhaps of some fluid. Full of his seed? Her blush grew hotter. The stiff, curly brown hair James had between his legs reminded Amanda of course that she no longer had her own nether tresses: she had known, the previous morning, that men’s bodies differed from girls’, but it seemed that part of her curriculum here at the College of Advanced Study would reinforce that distinction even more greatly than nature itself already had.
“You may touch your cocksman’s penis and his scrotum, Miss Eaker, and you may ask questions if you like.” The doctor’s voice came from behind her, and Amanda realized she had somehow forgotten about his presence.
“Scrotum?” she whispered, though she already guessed to what the word must refer.
James took his hard penis in his hand and moved it aside and up so that she could see the little purse better. “This is my scrotum, darling; it holds my balls—my testes, the doctor would say. Kiss it and touch it very gently. It will give me pleasure.”
The aroma that rose to her nose from her cocksman’s—she wanted to ask about that word, too, but she didn’t have the courage—loins seemed wicked, earthy… the kind of smell that only naughty girls must smell. As she bent to obey and kiss the strange little sack, it seemed to overwhelm her senses, so that when James sighed and his hands came gently around her head again as if to hold her to him in that shameful place, it all whirled around too fast in her mind even to comprehend, and she started to struggle.
But James, as if himself overcome by desire for the pleasure his young lady could give, said, “Open your mouth, now, Amanda.”
She obeyed, and somehow obeying made her stop trying to get away, and now he had moved her mouth upward and put the cock inside it. “There,” he said, in a voice that seemed to betray such pleasure with her that she tried to move her mouth up and down upon the thing that filled her so full there.
“Use your hands as well, Miss Eaker,” said Dr. Brown. “Up and down just as Mr. Coventry did to himself. When a girl can’t yet take the penis all the way inside her mouth, her hands will help greatly.”
Amanda did use her hands, wonderingly, suddenly understanding that she—Miss Amanda Eaker—had a good deal more control over her cocksman’s pleasure than she had thought she would.
“How is she progressing, Mr. Coventry?” Dr. Brown asked.
“Very… very… well,” James replied huskily, and Amanda, suddenly restored to her wits and her sens
es, heard him grip the armrests of the chair so tight the wood creaked.
With her right hand she pumped gently up and down at the base of the shaft, sensing that he liked that, while with her left she ventured to hold the scrotum gently, as she moved her mouth up and down, growing surer from her angelic master’s bodily responses that she had indeed progressed quickly. She pictured herself for a moment as he must see her, kneeling naked before him like a Greek nymph or a seductive fairy in a storybook, doing the sort of thing the stories never referred to but which—Amanda thought suddenly—must have happened for all those heroes to run around slaying things.
The image made her blush, but together with the idea that she could choose how to please him, Amanda knew she could learn how to do it better and better. She knew, too, that she wanted to learn how, with Mr. James Coventry as her master.
His hands returned to her head, as if the pleasure she had given had grown so great he must still her upon his cock. He twined his right hand in her hair, as he had when he kissed her in the carriage, and stroked her cheek with his left, and then his hips came up off the cushion of his chair and the hot seed was spurting into Amanda’s mouth. To her amazement, it tasted different from Mr. Charlton’s, and she wondered whether she imagined that difference—certainly if she had said Mr. Coventry’s seed tasted angelic, she would be dishonest, but she found it much easier to obey him when he murmured, “Swallow it, darling. Every bit in your tummy for me.”
Then he said, “You pleased me very much indeed, Miss Eaker. You may look into my face.”
She did, finding that a shy smile had come upon her lips, which felt besmirched but somehow, now, lovely in that besmirching. He smiled down at her and stroked her cheek.
Dr. Brown said, “Observe what happens now to Mr. Coventry’s penis. It has already grown much softer, and soon it will be quite flaccid. Do not touch it for a few moments; a man has a time after he has had his climax in which to be touched there is unpleasant.”
So Amanda observed, and indeed the sight seemed very wondrous to her: she understood how men could walk about easily with their penises in their breeches and trousers, something that had been mystifying her after her encounter with Mr. Charlton.
“We shall have you up on my examination table, now, Miss Eaker,” the doctor said pleasantly.
Amanda turned to look at the strange article of furniture that she had scarcely noticed upon entering, so greatly had the sight of Mr. Coventry’s penis confused her. At first she could not see how the padded surface might accommodate a person even as small in stature as she, and she looked at the Scotsman in puzzlement.
“Just climb up here,” he said, patting the table, “and lie upon your back. These supports are for your knees.”
Instantly Amanda saw herself upon the thing, in her mind’s eye, and her real eyes went wide as the heat came to her face. The ‘supports’ were so… far apart!
“Go on, darling,” James said, stroking her shoulder in what he must mean as a comforting gesture but that felt to her so possessive that she shivered. “I wish to see you that way.”
No, he hadn’t meant it to comfort her after all, had he? He wanted to see his young lady, as the doctor kept calling her, spread out on that table. But he would see everything—Mr. Coventry, her mastering angel, and the doctor who seemed to know so much about how to place a young lady in subjection under a cocksman’s dominion.
And she? Did she wish him to see her that way? Her most private places, bare now of their adult curls?
No. It would be too shameful. All the things he says I will have to do, to undergo… they are all too shameful. He wants to put his cock inside me there, just as horrid Mr. Charlton said he would do—just as horrid Mr. Penny does to Jane, and in her bottom-hole, too. Jane said it hurt so much, the first time he did it!
But…
She must, must she not? Mr. Coventry wished to see her that way.
Amanda cast her eyes to the floor, and could not raise them, but she rose, moved to the place where a little footstool stood, and stepped upon it, knowing with another surge of heat in her cheeks that as she climbed up, James would see her bare secrets peeping out. Somehow it didn’t matter then that she had decided to obey him, and show him everything when she turned over and spread her legs; the idea that he could see her cunny from behind as she climbed up brought further shame, no matter how illogical it seemed.
“All right, Miss Eaker. Turn over and put your knees up, and let’s have a look at you. I’ll examine your vagina and anus now, and instruct you now about how Mr. Coventry’s penis will change things, down there, when you have first coitus in a little while. We’ll also talk about your pleasures, as a young lady, and if Mr. Coventry chooses I’ll bring you to your first climax, to prepare you to respond gratefully when the penis is inside you.”
Chapter Eleven
Dr. Brown washed his hands in the washstand and dried them on a towel, as he continued to instruct Miss Eaker.
“The shape of your vagina, Miss Eaker, decreed by nature itself, has as its purpose penetration by the equally natural shape of Mr. Coventry’s penis. When your beauty and submission arouse him, he will put his penis there and please himself until he ejaculates his semen into you. Nature has also fashioned other regions of your body to receive the penis, though, and when Mr. Coventry pleases he will enjoy you there also, as of course he just has inside your mouth. His penis has bestowed on him the right to enjoy you, and here at my college you will learn that you must allow him to exercise that right as frequently as he likes, and in whatever manner he prefers at the time.”
He looked into the sweet girl’s eyes. As she had performed fellatio on Mr. Coventry, the doctor had made several notes, whose purport he now bore closely in mind.
Modesty the principal barrier with Miss Eaker. Experience with unnatural man, of whipping and fellatio, complicates response to natural cocksman, however. Awakening to submissive feminine pleasure indicated soonest, now that she has fellated Mr. C.
Miss Eaker looked back at him with the aspect of a fawn startled in a forest glade.
The doctor turned to Mr. Coventry. “Do you like what you see, sir?”
The cocksman’s penis, Dr. Brown noted, swelled a little as he looked at his young lady. The doctor could see that some guilt at stripping away the girl’s modesty still lay within the man’s mind, however, as he surveyed the charming prospect of the naked eighteen-year-old who had just swallowed his semen and would soon yield up her vagina and anus to his pleasure.
“Yes, Doctor,” he said in a very even tone, though. “Very much.”
Again Dr. Brown addressed Miss Eaker, who had blushed once again, but also had the ghost of a smile upon her lips at the compliment Mr. Coventry had just paid her.
“Mr. Coventry no doubt remembers the portion of my essay, On the necessity of men’s exercising their masculine rights in erotic matters, in which I discuss the importance of removing a girl’s clothing, or dressing her in scanty garments if he prefers, as an enjoyable prelude to coitus. Especially when a young lady has had the hair upon her vulva removed, the sight of her little body, defenseless and ready for his pleasure, serves as a natural stimulus to his arousal. Do you see how your cocksman’s penis has begun to rise again?”
The girl’s eyes darted to Mr. Coventry’s loins, and the color in her face heightened. She looked back into Dr. Brown’s eyes and nodded, her upper lip quivering a little.
“You have begun to fear, a bit, the pain of first coitus?” he said in response to the quiver.
Miss Eaker nodded again.
“That is only natural, when you see the penis that will soon rupture your hymen.”
“My what, Doctor?” Miss Eaker whispered.
The doctor smiled. He turned to Mr. Coventry and said, “Look closely, now: most natural men find this sight extremely arousing.” Then he turned back to Miss Eaker. “I am going to show your hymen to Mr. Coventry now, and ascertain that your vagina is healthy and ready for coitus.”
He reached out and began to palpate the region around the girl’s clitoris, then her outer labia, to help her relax and to begin the association of the sight of her master’s penis with erotic pleasure. Certainly it did not represent a physician’s standard gynecological practice, but Dr. Brown did not pursue conventional results.
“Wh-what are you doing, D-Doctor?” Miss Eaker stammered. But Dr. Brown focused his attention between her legs, where her erogenous zones had already become warm, and now engorged themselves in the female counterpart of male erection.
“Do you see how she responds to my touch, Mr. Coventry? Notice that her own natural liquor, akin to yours, has begun to gather in her vagina, to ease your way when you penetrate her there.”
Miss Eaker made whimpering sounds as the palpation continued.
“Remember to pay your principal attention to this shy little bud, as most men call it, at the top.” With the fingers of his right hand, the doctor gently spread the hood of pink flesh that concealed the girl’s clitoris, and showed her cocksman the most sensitive part of his young lady’s body. “Observe what happens when I stimulate the clitoris directly.”
With his left forefinger, Dr. Brown softly touched the stiff little nub. Miss Eaker cried out. “Oh!” and then, as the doctor continued, “Oh, heaven… oh, Doctor, please… James, do not…” Her bottom squirmed and her hips moved back and forth as if she sought more of the pleasure the doctor gave her, but in spite of herself.
“Shall I allow Miss Eaker to climax, Mr. Coventry? It is your right to decide.”
The girl’s head threshed from side to side, and her eyes were closed. She arched her back up off the padded table in pursuit of the pleasure of which she had never dreamed. Her hands, at either side of her belly, gripped the leather padding with their fingertips.