Christliche Erziehung - Sexgeschichten

Christliche Erziehung

... exclaimed.

Hush your voice, child. Here we do not have the scriptures to call upon, but I know Exodus 21:7 well enough for it was a chant that I was made to recite while being whipped. She recalled from memory.

And if a man sell his daughter to be a maid-servant, she shall not go out as the men-servants do. If she please not her master, who hath betrothed her to himself, then shall he let her be redeemed: to sell her unto a strange nation he shall have no power, seeing he hath dealt deceitfully with her.. And if he have betrothed her unto his son, he shall deal with her after the manner of daughters. If he take him another wife; her food, her raiment, and her duty of marriage, shall he not diminish. And if he do not these three unto her, then shall she go out free without money.

And so it was, that it was decided when I repented that I be married to my brother, Montgomery, who accepted me as his wife and servant, and glad I was for it, for your uncle is a man of even temper and conviction, but he is gentle and loving as well. Now child, you tire me, sleep and speak no more for tonight.

I could not sleep at all, for fear that I would be wed to Klaus!

When our time was up from the barn, I found I had adjusted pretty well to the rigors of the household. I was rarely switched, adapted to the enemas and going to bed with a dirty butt. I even saw Klaus milk himself a few times, and I guess I had gotten used to it. At first it had caused me to raise an eyebrow and ...

... even suspect it might be a type of punishment until I saw the look of relief on his face after he spurted into the mason jar.

I also wondered what Aunt Kathy did with the jar when it was brought to her, but none of us dared to ask. I did ask Sunny if my ass cheeks parted and opened as I walked as Aunt Kathys did, and she told me no that it was tight enough for only a fart to squeak out by itself with effort. We started to laugh a lot more over time and when we could.

Over the next weeks, we felt a little more accepted by the townsfolk and even saw Zeke and Paul after church. They gave us a slight wink and not much else.

And the weeks turned to months. One Sunday shortly after my third week-long shift in the barn during my period, when we returned from church, we were given a treat after dinner. Aunt Kathy brought out little cupcakes to the table, one for each of us and one that our aunt and uncle shared, for they did not much care for sweets. Klauss cupcake had a single candle burning in it. We had no calendars there and had not realized that it was now early April and his birthday. We laughed at the realization, sang him Happy Birthday and waited for him to blow out his candle before scarfing down the rare treat. We were all grinning and laughing, but not our aunt and uncle. Kathy got up from the table when he was done with his cupcake and hugged him tightly, a tear coursing down her cheek.

It had taken a while, with all the strangeness and discipline, but we ...