"You may enter, Marchioness," the guard said, bowing. Jane blushed, recognizing him from her session with Rama. He said nothing, nor did he give any indication the memory had even entered his mind. It was as though the event had never occurred, and for that she was grateful.
She offered the proper greetings to Usha and the other three wives, noticing that Lynette still looked half asleep and somewhat irritable.
"Why do you come this morning, Jane?" Usha asked, standing tall before the girl.
"To give my respects and prove my repentance. I truly am sorry."
"We have all been in your position, Jane," Usha explained, her hand resting on Jane's shoulder. "We did not have the same upbringing as you, so our methods are not as frightening to us. I ask your forgiveness for not explaining the expectations we have when we conduct lessons. I am sorry."
"I, uh, I don't know how to respond."
"Just say that you forgive me," Usha said, and smiled.
"Of course I forgive you. I just did not feel it necessary for you to apologize."
"If I caused fear or offense, it is necessary. The reason you are here before us this morning is to allow you another chance to learn the lesson we had begun. Your papa has interests much like our husband, and it is felt that some preparation is needed before you leave for the cottage."
"Preparation? Such as what?" Jane looked over at Lynette, who was turning quite red and looking at the ground. "Please tell me what you are going to do."
"We are going to provide a ritual cleansing for you. Similar to one received by a new bride. We will then dress you as a woman to be married."
"I don't understand. Lynette?"
"You are getting married, silly!" Lynette piped in. "Before you leave for the cottage, Daddy and Uncle Philip want to make an honest woman out of you. That's why the Henna painters were sent, to decorate your hands and feet for the ceremony."
"Married? But—"
"The ceremony will be performed here. We will have a celebration at a later time. Undress, Jane," Usha said.
Still in shock over the news, Jane numbly shed the pale blue gown she had quickly donned that morning. The petticoat and drawers followed, leaving her standing before the four women clad only in her own beauty. She lifted her chin, determined to show pride and strength before them.
"She needs to be bared again," Dharma commented, pointing to Jane's womanhood. "The ring shines brighter when not hidden."
"She also requires scrubbing of her skin," Laski, the quietest of the group spoke. "And her hair requires oiling."
"I think she is perfect," Lynette declared. The look given her by the three older women made her shrug, but she offered no further comments.
Usha ordered the others to prepare their equipment and held her hand out for Jane to take. Timidly, the girl followed the Rana into her private quarters.
"Oh, my," Jane muttered, standing in the center of one of the largest bedrooms she could ever even have imagined. It held a private bath and fountain, an immense bed, sofas, floor pillows, wardrobes—all carved and embossed in gold, and painted in the rich red and blue hues of the country. "This is amazing."
"The First Wife gets the best room," Lynette whispered. "She's never in here, so—ow!"
"Cease your gossip or you may leave us," Laski said, smacking Lynette on the back of the head.
"You have no authority over me! I will tell Daddy…"
"You will do as I tell you. If I have to, I will switch you until you cannot walk."
"Ladies, both of you may sit quietly and contemplate your manners," Usha interrupted.
"She started it!" Lynette looked close to crying. "She struck me! She is not permitted to strike me! Daddy said so."
"Laski and I will talk about her treatment of you at a later time, child," Usha said calmly. "Sit and be silent. Jane? Please…"
Jane sat upon the armless chair as directed by Usha. Her hair was oiled and wrapped in hot towels, her nails filed and buffed to a shine, and her face covered with a slick mixture of mud and herbs.
"This smells awful," she complained, wrinkling her nose as her palms and fingertips received another layer of red henna stain.
"Beauty is uncomfortable. Allow it to dry. Come to the table and lie on your stomach," Usha ordered.
"Are you going to switch me?"
"No. Why would I do that? You are behaving very well today."
"I just thought that you were going to after yesterday."
"Yesterday is forgiven and forgotten. Dharma? Please retrieve the canister." Usha requested. She turned back to Jane. "This is a very unique table. It is specifically designed to prepare a bride for her wedding night. There are handles for you to hold on either side."
Jane reached out and grabbed the curved pieces of wood. The position stretched her arms over her head and elongated her torso. There was a padded hole that allowed her to comfortably rest her face and stare down at the carpet below the table.
"Good girl. These are loops and will help to hold your feet in place."
Jane lifted her head. "Usha! You cannot be serious. This would make me look like a frog! Ow!"
"Every time you argue, I will smack that bottom. It still carries some marks from your punishment, so I assume it still holds some tenderness. Now, give me your foot."
Jane whined as Usha slipped her right foot into the wide loop located on the outer edge at the end of the table. She did the same with her left, forcing Jane's ankles and bent knees to point outward, as though she were squatting while laying down. Usha reached under the table and pulled on the strap, forcing Jane's knees higher, and her privates to be completely exposed.
"Shave her as much as you can," Usha told Dharma. "We will turn her over and complete what you have missed later."
The warm soap rubbed between her bottom cheeks, and Jane shivered in response. She anxiously held her breath while the cold, sharp edge of the razor scraped against her delicate skin. The blade sheared every fine layer of peach fuzz from between her cheeks, the backs of her thighs, and even her bared bottom.
"I feel so naked," Jane moaned.
"You are naked. Oil her while I ready her for cleansing."
Jane tried to shift her body from the uncomfortable position several times, finally relaxing when Dharma poured the warm oil over her back. Salt was sprinkled over her and carefully massaged in, lifting any dry skin from her body. Dharma paid special attention to her bottom, scrubbing it with the salt to the point of discomfort.
"That hurts."
"You are still slightly bruised. Be quiet."
"You don't like me, do you?" Jane asked. "Ow! Why did you smack me?"
"I smacked you," Usha said. "This time is for contemplation, not for arguments. Lift your abdomen."
A rolled towel was tucked under her pelvis, forcing her bottom higher into the air. Jane started as she felt her bottom hole being massaged with a cool, tingling gel.
"This is the pulp from aloe vera. I mix it with two drops of mint oil. It is a good lubricant."
"For what?"
"The nozzle. I am performing a full cleansing on you so that your husband might have you in all ways if he chooses. Hold still."
"No! Not an enema! I refuse!" Jane let go of the handles. "Release my legs."
Usha pressed her down and leaned into her. "This can be very pleasant if you relax. Dharma! Give her some betel."
"I don't want any drugs. I want to—" Jane's words were cut off when Dharma stuck the leaf into her mouth and held her jaw shut. Her position made it difficult to fight the other woman, so she soon found herself chewing the plant.
Jane's body grew heavy and she relaxed on the table, gazing through the cut hole. She felt the pressure of the wide nozzle working its way into her shy rosebud, but she was unable to struggle against its invasion. The sensation of warmth trickled inside of her.
"You are doing well, Jane," Usha praised, rubbing the girl's back as the liquid slowly dribbled into her body. "This cleansing is very slow, allowin
"Will he take me there?" Jane asked sleepily.
"He will, many times. Philip finds that act pleasurable, which means that you must as well. You should start feeling full soon, but also wanting. Trust me."
Jane nodded. Usha was correct. The more fluid that entered her body, the more her desire to be filled—truly filled—grew.
"Dearest Lord," Jane groaned. "I need him inside me."
"When he takes you, the betel will be gone from your body and the sensation even more enjoyable. He will approach you slowly and with care, so you have no need to fear."
"But he is so large," Jane moaned, squirming from both the feeling of fullness, and arousal.
"I will prepare you for him in that way as well. Rest for a few minutes." Usha patted Jane on the bottom and stepped away.
Jane inhaled deeply, concentrating on the odd sense of exposure and fullness. Suddenly, her stomach began to cramp uncomfortably.
"Usha? Usha!"
"I'm right here."
"I need to, you know…"
"Dharma? Help me, please." Together, the two women slid Jane's feet from the loops and helped her to stand. They escorted her to the water closet where Usha instructed her to stay until she felt 'empty'.
Jane clutched her stomach as the fluid exploded from her body. How could it have felt so good but then become so miserable? Her gaze fell upon the roll of toilet paper, surprised that the fairly new invention had found its place on the other side of the world. She wondered whether Philip had exploited the Scott rolls as he had done the ice trade.
"Are you all right, Jane?" Usha asked.
"I was actually starting to think about products Philip should add to his inventory." Jane forced a chuckle, emerging from the closet.
Usha tsked. "Now is not the time to think of business, but of pleasure."
"What just happened in there was not pleasurable, thank you." Jane shuddered, still moving quite slowly.
"Stand under this stream and allowed your body to calm itself," Usha said, guiding her to stand beneath the flowing fountain. The water cooled her skin, rinsing the sweat and salt from her flesh. Jane raised her face to the water and closed her eyes.
"I used to love walking in the rain," she murmured aloud. "Philip does not care for it."
"Does it arouse you?" Usaha asked, handing her a towel.
"I suppose it does, in a way. It makes me feel awake and alive."
"Then he will learn to enjoy walks in the rain. The Kama Sutra teaches that both partners are to seek fulfillment, not just the one. Return to the table, but lie on your back."
Jane obeyed and found herself being shaved, oiled and scrubbed with salt again, with her delicate areas paid close attention to. The touch of the women's hands on her brought about a different feeling. It was sensual, not sexual, and relaxing rather than arousing.
"It feels different than when Philip touches me," she commented.
"Your mind knows that it is not for pleasure. You are ready to bathe now. Step into the tub and be careful not to slip." Usha pointed to the large, sunken pool.
Jane nodded, carefully entering. She smiled as the other four naked women joined her.
"I used to do this back in England," Jane said. "Only then, I was so afraid of being judged because of my adornment."
"There is no judgment here, only encouragement. Do you have questions about your wedding night?"
"You are aware that we have already had relations, yes?"
"Yes, but it will be different. Daddy gave him the book!" Lynette blurted.
"The Kama Sutra?"
"Yes." Usha eyed Lynette with disapproval. "It was to be a surprise. He will open it in front of you, and together you will explore what awaits inside."
"I have read it cover to cover and seen the pictures. I cannot position myself in many of the manners depicted. I lack flexibility."
"The strength and discipline to achieve the success of the positions takes many years. Do not be afraid to communicate discomfort to him. Be bold in your desire, and never refuse him. Trust him also to honor you and your body."
"I will. Thank you. For everything. Well," Jane wrinkled her nose, "almost everything. I could have done without that enema."
"You will be grateful when he engages you in that way," Usha said and laughed.
"I'm not sure about that."
"Oh, you will! Let's show her," Lynette suggested. "Let me handle the ivory. Please?"
"Very well," Usha agreed. "Jane? Place your arms over the edge of the pool."
Jane looked at them with confusion while Usha and Dharma exited the pool and sat down on the tiles next to her. She extended her arms and frowned as they both grasped her wrists firmly, pulling her forward until she was bent at the waist, with her legs still in the water.
Jane's eyes widened as Laski placed a tray of different sized ivory phalluses on the tile. "What are you going to do with those?" she asked, already fearing the answer.
"I am going to ready you for your husband, Janie. You won't be as frightened if you know how it feels," Lynette said from behind her.
"I do not like where this is going. Literally," Jane grumbled, her arms held snugly in place and her feet unable to reach the floor of the tub, prohibiting her from escaping the inevitable.
"Ease the tool into her slowly," Usha directed.
"Oh, Mother of God," Jane groaned, as she felt her bottom hole being probed with the oil-covered device.
"This one is tiny. Smaller than a finger," Lynette reassured her, pressing it in and then slowly withdrawing. "Do you like it?"
"I can hardly feel it," Jane said with relief.
"Go to the next size," Usha instructed.
"This one is about the thickness of a man's thumb. Don't tense up. It hurts if you do that."
Jane tried to comply, but her instincts kicked in and she tightened her bottom. Usha sighed. "Laski? Come hold her wrist. Her bottom needs some convincing to relax."
Jane yelped as Usha smacked her bottom sharply four times. Lynette introduced the ivory smoothly as Jane forced herself to release the tension in her muscles.
"Spankings work well for her!" the younger girl exclaimed in surprise.
"Just as they did for you. Bring the next size to her. Jane? Bear down and invite entry. No," she smacked Jane's backside. "You're still tense."
"I can't," Jane whimpered.
"You can," Usha said, spanking Jane with a flurry of swats that quickly added a dark shade of red to the already discolored skin.
"It worked," Lynette noted. "You need to tell Uncle Philip to spank you if he wishes to fuck you in the ass."
"Lynette, do not be so vulgar," Laski scolded.
"She likes it. Look!" Lynette said, pumping the phallus back and forth within Jane. "Spank her some more, Usha. Let's see if she can take the last one."
"Do not force it. It is larger than Rama's lingham. I do not know how Philip is in comparison."
"He is blessed. Very, very blessed," Jane panted, nodding. "Yes, please try."
She held her breath as Lynette removed the last one and quickly replaced it with the largest ivory rod. It slid inside her, stretching her walls to discomfort. It felt wonderful… except it was so cold and hard. Her body tensed as she imagined Philip impaling her with his magnificent cock, filling her most secret place with his manhood.
"Argh!" Jane cried out, as she climaxed wildly.
"She spent herself without being touched," Lynette whispered in awe. "Just from the insertion! Oh Jane, I am so pathetically jealous. You are one lucky woman."
Chapter Four
"The paste of turmeric in rosewater removes the hair and leaves the skin smooth and supple," Usha murmured, as the four women completed the final stage of readying Jane for her wedding.
"Sandalwood cream upon the breasts draws him near to inhale their essence," Dharma whispered, applying the emulsion to Jane's erect nipples.
"Jewels adorn the body like stars in the sky, to fall away when the sun of your love rises in his eyes," Laski said, wrapping a gold belt of dangling bells around her waist.
"The incense of flowers makes your passion burn with desire, only to be quenched by the softness of his lips and the joining of his body to yours," Lynette added, dabbing Oil of Jasmine in the folds of Jane's womanhood and at the insertion point of her Blessing Ring.
"And finally, the bindi symbolizes protection for you and your husband, and gives you wisdom and the ability to see beyond your eyes." Usha marked the center of Jane's forehead with a red dot.
Jane was wrapped in a red sari trimmed with gold, spotless white petticoats, and ornaments of weighty bracelets, necklaces, earrings, and a headpiece. The contrast of the sari's bold color with her pale skin emphasized the red stain previously applied to her fingertips, and the intricate designs that had been drawn on her hands and feet. Jane's senses were ablaze with wonder—the brilliant colors, the scents, the music being played behind the curtain, the feel of her skin against the silky fabric
"You are so beautiful," Lynette said. "I only wish we could have decorated your nose."
"I would like that. Usha? I heard that girls of marriageable age have their noses pierced. Can we do that?" Jane said.
Usha smiled and nodded. "We certainly can. Would you like me to proceed now?"
"Yes! Please!"
"I would be honored."
The piercing was surprisingly fast and fairly painless, and Jane reached up to touch the gold band with a ruby teardrop that Usha had carefully placed in her tender nostril.
"This is yours as my wedding gift," Usha said. "It was my mother's, and her mother's before her. Please wear it in good health, happiness, and prosperity."
"It's beautiful, Usha. Thank you," Jane said, touched by the gesture.
"By giving you a gift that came from her family, she has adopted you as her daughter," Lynette whispered in Jane's ear.
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