A Family of Miscreants

A Family of Miscreants

Chapter 1

As she rode along in the open carriage, heading for life with an uncle and his family, none of whom she had ever seen before, Emma wondered what lay in store for her on this beautiful  September day in the year 1847.  She couldn’t believe life could get much worse for her, than it had been up to now. Her father had died two years earlier, leaving her without a penny, and forced to go into an orphanage.  When she had entered the orphanage, she remembered thinking much the same thing, wondering if there was anything that could be worse than the life she had been through up to then.

Life in the orphanage had been horrendous.  The food, what little they were given, was awful.  The administrators went out of their way to make life as unpleasant as possible for the kids, with beatings and other diabolical punishments being dealt out on a daily basis. Her most recent abuse had consisted of being made to stand naked with three other girls outside in the rain for three hours, for stealing slices of bread from the kitchen. Just prior to that, she had been beaten, naked, with a willow switch before the entire orphanage for ‘answering back,’ when she had been wrongly accused of cheating off of another student’s paper on a math test. Such was the typical daily life of the boys and girls of the orphanage.

And even so, the orphanage had been a welcome refuge for Emma, after a life of misery under her father’s sway. Her birth had caused the death of her mother, who had suffered through the agony of childbirth for twenty-eight hours, thanks to a pelvis too small to accommodate the birth, before succumbing.  Her father had blamed the death on Emma and spent the next 15 years trying to punish her as often and unpleasantly as possible. She had been sent to bed without supper so often that her stomach was constantly rumbling from lack of food.

At other times, when she would complain of being hungry, her father would stand over her and make her gorge herself until she had to run to the outdoor toilet to vomit up what she had just been forced to eat.  If, as often happened, she didn’t make it outside in time and vomited on the floor, she would be forced to clean up after herself.

Spankings and beatings, always in the nude, began at the age of four. They were frequent and harsh, and often required her to remain in bed for several days afterward, until the sores had healed sufficiently.  Her legs and buttocks were almost always showing pale yellow, purple and blue streaks from past beatings.  When she began developing breasts, it was not uncommon for her father to hang her up to the ceiling by her tied-together hands and beat her front, usually concentrating on her fast-growing bosom, but sometimes even on her upper legs and crotch.

She was responsible for all cooking from the age of eleven, and cleaning the house from the age of nine. So it had not been a sad moment for Emma, when her father had passed away of cancer at the age of 37.

Emma had not even been aware that she had an uncle until recently, when the head of the orphanage had informed her that she would be leaving the orphanage to join him and his family on their farm in South Carolina.  She was heartened to find that she had living relatives, but wondered why her father had never apprised her of the fact.

What she would not learn until much later was that her father and uncle had hated each other, ever since they had both vied for the same girl in high school, and her father had finally wooed and won the hand of what soon became his loving wife.  Her father had not only won the prize but had taken every opportunity to remind his brother of the fact.  The hatred between them grew, until her Uncle Claude had moved out of the state, bought a farm and married his current wife, Alma.

And so it was that innocent young Emma arrived at her Uncle Claude’s farm, knowing only that she was to live with this new family of relatives she had never met and knew almost nothing of.  The carriage driver, who had been hired by Claude to deliver Emma, dropped off her bag, helped her out of the carriage, and then drove off, before any of the family made it out of the farm-house to meet her.  She stood there anxiously as the family members began moving out into the yard.

Soon Claude, not too genially, introduced himself, Alma, and his son and daughter, Seth and Abigail, both of whom appeared to be about the same age as, or slightly older than she. Claude was a large hulking dour man, and, from what Emma could tell, they all took after him in the surly department. Not a smile crossed any of their faces as they acknowledged her by nodding their heads, when they were introduced.

No one bothered to pick up Emma’s lone bag, and soon Claude was leading Emma, lugging her bag, followed by the rest of the family, into the farm-house. It was a large building with a spacious living room, dining room and kitchen on the first floor.  Next to the pantry was a small unpainted room with a pallet, a wooden chair, and a small chest of drawers as the only furniture.  It was explained this was to be her room. With that explanation, the family left Emma to unpack, saying they would be in the living room.

With a sigh, Emma opened her small bag and lifted out her other dress, a frayed gingham affair which barely fit her any more. There was no closet or hangers, for that matter, so she hung the dress, which she’d owned since she was 13, over the chair.  She had two pairs of frayed ‘panties’, possibly better described as pantaloons, a single nightgown and two shifts, which also had been outgrown and were almost in tatters.  These she placed in one of the drawers in the chest.  The only other apparel she owned was a pair of white knee-socks, which had lost any elasticity and tended to pool at her ankles, whenever she wore them, and a rag-tag pair of stockings, which had numerous runs in them. These, too, she stuck in a drawer of the chest. 

She sat on the pallet, downhearted, and found it had no resilience to it at all. It was like a board with a sheet and thin blanket covering it. She would soon find that she was tired enough each night that she could have fallen asleep on the floor with no trouble at all.

Pulling herself together, she slowly moved into the living room.  Everyone was seated and Claude signaled to Emma to move over to stand before his chair.        

“Emma, I don’t suppose you know much about me or my family.  God knows I didn’t have any idea you even existed until a couple of months ago, when someone your father and I had known, when we were growing up sent me a note with your father’s obituary and told me you were his daughter and had been placed in an orphanage.”

“Now, I would be the first one to tell you that there was no love lost between your father and me.  No, I’ll go even further to say that we both fell in love with the same girl and she picked him to marry instead of me.  From that point on I hated your father and soon after that I moved away, and we never spoke or saw each other from that day on.  I’ve decided it’s not fair to you to be left in an orphanage, just because of my hatred for him, so I have arranged for you to live with us from now on.”

“This doesn’t mean you have a free ticket to ride, though. I will expect you to do your share around here.  That means you will do daily chores, just as the rest of us do, tending the farm, keeping the house clean, cooking, washing clothes…whatever I decide you need to do to pay your way.  Do you have a problem with that?”

Emma hesitated a moment, looking around at the others and seeing what she discerned to be smug smirks on both her cousins’ faces and a cold sneer on her aunt’s face.

“Uh…yes sir, I think so.”

“Good!  I will also tell you ahead of time.  Your aunt and I believe in strict discipline.  If we feel you are slacking in your work…if you lie to us…if you misbehave…if I think you’re not pulling your weight…you will be spanked, whipped or punished in a manner I feel is commensurate with your misdeed.  Do I make myself clear?”

“Uh…yes sir…I think so.”

“Do you have any questions, then?”

“Uh…I don’t think so, sir.”

“Good, then suppose you go and help Alma prepare supper for us.”

Alma rose and Emma followed her into the kitchen.  For the next half hour Claude and his son and daughter could hear Alma’s sharp voice impatiently telling Emma where to find various utensils, how she wanted vegetables cut up, how not to do this and that, how she had improperly set the table, and each comment indicated greater impatience than the last.

Shortly before they were called to the table, they heard a loud slap, followed by a gasp from Emma and a sharp ‘Clumsy oaf! Clean it up!’ from Alma.  This brought a chuckle from Abigail and she and her brother smiled conspiratorially at each other.  When they entered the dining room, Emma was standing in the corner of the room, rubbing her hand over a reddened cheek with tears streaking down her face.

As she was sitting down, Alma explained that Emma had spilled some of the gravy from the gravy boat as she was bringing it to the table, but she guessed there was enough gravy for everyone to have a little bit at least.  When everyone was seated, they began eating without a word being spoken during the entire meal.

After dinner, Alma instructed Abigail, better known to her family as Abby, to wash the dishes and Emma to dry, so that Abby could show her where everything went in the cupboards. Emma tried several times to get a conversation going, while they were working, but Abby shut each one down, either with stony silence or one word answers.

When they finished with the dishes they went into the living room, where Claude was reading a book and smoking a pipe. Alma was knitting a sweater and Seth was looking at a copy of the local newspaper. Emma sat in one of the straight chairs and Abby went upstairs to her bedroom. Again there was no attempt at conversation, so Emma sat silently for the next half hour, until Claude announced it was bedtime.

Everyone rose as though an oracle had spoken.  Emma looked over at the grandfather’s clock in the corner and saw that it was only 7:30.  She had no problem with going to bed so early, as she was exhausted from her trip to the farm, but wondered if this was normal. As though he could read her mind, Claude explained that on the farm each day began at 5:30 am. He also explained that it would be her job each day to get the firewood for the stove and get it going, bring in the bucket of water from the well, put it on the stove to heat, and get breakfast ready for everyone. She asked how she would know when it was time to rise and Claude explained when she heard the rooster crow it was time to get up.

With this the three family members ascended to their second floor bedrooms, leaving Emma to extinguish the downstairs lanterns.  She moved into her little bedroom and began removing her clothes as she took her one nightgown out of the chest of drawers. Just before she slipped the nightgown over her head, she looked at her naked body in the small mirror on the wall.  She was generally pleased with what she saw. 

Her body had filled out nicely.  She was, perhaps, a little thin.  The food at the orphanage had been so bad it was a wonder she wasn’t skin and bones, but her bust had grown over the years until her breasts had become her crowning feature.  The boys at the orphanage were always brushing up against them, whenever the opportunity arose, and generally had some comment to make about them when they passed her in the hall.  She had actually enjoyed the attention.

She slipped under the thin covers and, tired as she was, began fretting about whether she would wake up when she was supposed to.  She also began thinking about the cold reception she’d received from the whole family and wondered if that would change with time. Eventually, an hour or so later, she drifted into an uneasy sleep, waking three or four times, afraid she might not have heard the cock’s crow.

Early the next morning, as promised, the cock did crow, and wiping the sleep from her eyes, Emma noticed it was still black outside with just the hint of the sun coming up.  Yawning, she rose, and suddenly realized she had no robe to throw over her well-worn nightgown.  Realizing she had a number of chores to do before breakfast was ready, she hurried out to the kitchen.

As she lit the kitchen lamp, she looked down at herself and realized for the first time how really revealing her nightgown was.  She could clearly see her dark brown nipples sticking up high on her breasts and when she brushed the lower half of the gown against her hips the slit between her legs, only slightly hidden by the light fuzz of her blond pubic hair, was very much in evidence.

She thought about going back and getting dressed but finally decided to do that after she’d gotten everything started for breakfast.  She stuffed several small logs and some twigs in the stove and got them lit, then took the large water bucket and went outside to fill it with water.  Her problem then became finding the well in the semi-darkness. Unfortunately the well was about twenty yards away from the house and by the time she finally found it, she had spent several minutes in the search.

Filling the bucket, she found it was all she could do to lug it back to the house, with some of the water slopping over onto the floor, as she hurried to get it to the stove. With a gasp she finally got the pail onto the stove and had just turned to cut the bread from the loaf for toast when Claude and Alma entered.

They were both somewhat taken aback when they saw Emma in her thin nightgown. Claude expressed his pleasure with a big smile, but Alma scowled and sat down with a ‘tsk.’ Emma tried to cover herself with her arms as she cut the bread loaf.

“I would have thought you’d have breakfast ready by now, Emma,” muttered Alma. “If you can’t do better than this, we’ll have to start punishing you, I’m afraid.  You’ve had plenty of time to get things ready.  We’ll forgive you this time, but, henceforth, you’d best have things ready when we get down here.”

“Yes ma’am, I’ll try. I had trouble finding the well this morning.”

Soon the eggs and bacon were done and they sat in silence as they ate. When they were done, Alma told Emma to get the dishes done and to begin cleaning up all the spilled water in the kitchen and to sweep the dining room and living room.  Claude went on to hook up the horse to do some plowing and Alma went to the barn to milk the two cows.

As she was drying the dishes, Seth appeared in the kitchen doorway in his long-johns and a robe. When he saw Emma’s body with the sun shining behind her, it was almost as if she was wearing nothing.  Her breasts and nipples stood out like beacons, and, when she turned to place a plate on the table, he could see her snatch clearly outlined against her gown.

This gave him enough incentive to move up behind her as she began drying another plate and rub himself against her buttocks, moving his hands around to cup her breasts and move his head in to rub against hers.

“OH…Ohhh nnnoo…Oh, please don’t….”

Seth only moved in closer until Emma could feel his prick rubbing rigidly against her butt. His hands began massaging her boobs, fingers rubbing firmly over her nipples.

“Nooo….No…please!…”

“Shut up, you little tease!  Be nice to me and I can make it a lot easier for you around here, Emma!”

Emma struggled, finally able to pull herself loose and shrink back, throwing her arms over her breasts. When she looked down, the first thing she saw was Seth’s erect penis sticking out of his robe. Having never seen anything but comic drawings of male sex organs before, she didn’t have anything to compare what she was looking at with, but it looked huge and a bit scary to her.

She continued to shrink back as he advanced toward her, moving his hand down to grasp his prick in a fist and waggle it back and forth at the frightened girl.  He had backed her into the corner of the room and was preparing to grab her hand to place it on his staff, when he heard a chuckle behind him.

“Well, dear brother, you certainly didn’t waste any time introducing “Big George” to her, I see.”

Seth smiled at his sister and continued what he had started, grabbing Emma’s hand and placing it on his hard erection, wrapping his hand around hers, so that she couldn’t pull it away. Moments later he was moving her hand back and forth on his hard-on, thwarting every attempt she made to pull her hand away.

Abby watched in delight as she saw her brother’s stiff prick digging into Emma’s pubic area as he continued to guide his cousin’s hand.  Suddenly he began to tremble and moan as his semen gushed out all over Emma’s thin gown.  Glob after glob continued to cover the area around her vulva, plastering the gown to her skin until it began to look as though she had nothing covering her privates at all.  Seth continued to thrust himself against Emma, until the last eruption splattered against her body and dripped slowly off and onto the floor below.

Emma was stunned and slowly pulled her dripping hand away from the mess that now oozed down her legs.  Abby winked at her brother, who stood against Emma basking in afterglow. She chuckled and moved to sit at the kitchen table.

“Kinda quick on the trigger there, weren’t you, Seth? It must have been the novelty of having somebody new to play with. Couldn’t even wait to get her nightgown off. Okay, slut, I’m ready for my breakfast now. How about getting busy with my eggs?”

“Ohhh, I have to go get this off.  Let me get dressed, and then I’ll get your breakfast.”

“Uhn Uhn! You can do that after you get my breakfast. I’m starving!”

Emma looked at the door first, petrified that her aunt or uncle would be coming back, then with a quick look at her glowering cousin, the cowed girl moved to the stove and began frying eggs. While they were cooking, Emma attempted to wipe away the semen still clinging to her nightgown.  When she had finished the gown was plastered to her hips and thighs and it was as if she was totally naked below the waist.

As soon as she had gotten the meals on the table for Seth and Abby, she rushed into her little bedroom next to the pantry and threw her gown over her head onto the floor. In moments she had dried the remaining ooze from her pubes and dressed in her old frayed gingham dress with a pair of her ‘panties’ and a shift.

The timing was perfect, because as she stepped back into the kitchen, Claude entered. His shirt was sopped with perspiration and he was wiping his brow with a handkerchief.

“It’s hot as the hinges of Hell out there today, but I got close to an acre plowed.  Emma, grab a hoe or a pick.  That field I just plowed is full of dirt clods, and we can’t sow the seed ‘til all the dirt is broken up.”

Emma barely knew what a hoe looked like, but she did know what a pick looked like, so she said “Yes sir” and went out to the barn.  She was beginning to perspire before she reached the barn. She found the pick, and, throwing off her shoes and socks, she walked barefoot out to the newly tilled ground.

The pick was heavy and the work was tedious.  Within 15 minutes her entire body was dripping perspiration.  She could feel it dripping down her cheeks, both arms looked like she’d just climbed out of a lake and she could feel the drops sliding down between her breasts. She kept at it for another half hour, when the age and tight fit of her dress came back to haunt her. Suddenly the back of the dress ripped right down from the neck to her lower back and it began to slide down both arms.  It then became a test of Emma’s dexterity as she tried to hold the dress up and strike the dirt clods at the same time.  She found something had to go, so she finally slipped the dress off, leaving her in just her panties and her thin shift.

After another 15 minutes she was still only halfway through the work to be done, and she was exhausted and starting to dehydrate.  She decided to take a few minutes to sit under a nearby tree and rest. She was so tired, however, that within a couple of minutes her head sank to her chest, and she fell asleep.

She was awakened by the toe of Claude’s boot poking her hip with vigor.

“What in Sam Hill do you think you’re doing, Girlie.  I send you out here to work and you fall asleep. Get up and GET IN THE HOUSE NOW!!  Running around half naked, sleeping on the job. Well, I can tell you right now, I don’t abide shirkers.”

Emma jumped up, her face, already reddened by the sun, now had an extra tinge of embarrassment. Claude, who was considerably taller than she, began striding toward the house. It was everything she could do to try to run on her bare feet and keep up with him. She spent the entire distance to the house trying to explain herself and apologizing for not finishing the job before she rested.

By the time they reached the house and she had followed him into the living room, she was again dripping sweat and gasping for breath. She was even more embarrassed when she saw that Alma was sitting in one of the living room chairs knitting.

“Okay, young lady, you like running around in your under drawers so much, you’ll probably love going naked!  Get those clothes off now!”

Emma looked at Alma for some kind of support, but all she saw was a wicked smile crossing her face. She hesitantly began pulling her shift from her shoulders, when Claude barked at her.

“I haven’t got all day, girl.  Get those clothes off, NOW!”

Emma hurriedly slid the shift down her arms and slid her panties down to her ankles, immediately throwing her arm up to cover her bosom and her other hand down to cover her vagina.

“Hands to your side, girl.  You ain’t got nothing I ain’t seen before!”

Emma, shamed to her core, quickly complied, and Alma looked up with a smile to see what her niece looked like without clothes. She wasn’t the only one either. Claude was busy studying her breasts, which stuck straight out, almost as if they were ice cream cones, and her nipples were long and thick, as well, so they accented the effect.  And, to boot, Claude’s orders had been loud enough to excite the interest of his two offspring, who had come down from upstairs and were now standing in the hallway watching.

When Emma saw her cousins standing there watching, she thought she’d sink through the floor. Her image of self-importance had disappeared long ago after the denigration by her father and her deplorable treatment at the orphanage, but the realization that four people, whom she barely knew, were staring at her total nudity was the ultimate degradation.

Claude slid his belt from the loops around his waist and ordered Emma to stand in the middle of the room. She had no sooner stepped to that spot, when the first cut of Claude’s belt ripped across her shapely buttocks. Before she had a chance to react to the first blow, the second one tore across her right butt cheek. She let out a shriek and, seconds later, felt the third blow dig into the crease between her buttocks and her thigh, bringing another scream.  The fourth and fifth strikes were on her thighs and it forced her to do a little dance as the pain seared into her tender flesh. One more to her backside, then another, and the tears began to stream down Emma’s face.

Claude was indiscriminate about where on her thighs and buttocks he struck, but in less than three minutes the entire area was covered with red splotches, and long ridges began to form all over the area. Emma danced and screeched throughout most of the punishment, and Seth was getting a great deal of pleasure watching her breasts bounce up and down with her dance.

Several minutes later Claude dropped the belt to the floor and sat down on the sofa, whipping out his handkerchief to mop his dripping brow.  He ordered Emma to go to her room and told her he’d be in later to talk to her.  She was glad to depart and brushed hurriedly by her cousins, who still stood in the hallway with satisfied expressions on their faces.

Minutes later, Claude was standing in the doorway to Emma’s little room. She was lying face down on her “slab”, still crying.  The damage to her backside and thighs was very evident.  They were a deep red color with little ridges crisscrossing the area. Claude cleared his throat and then began lecturing his niece.

“Okay, Girlie! You’ve gotten a little taste of how we do things around here. As far as I’m concerned, you’re on probation. The way I feel about your father, I’d just as soon throw you out in the street and let you prostitute yourself, but I’m trying to give you a chance. Tomorrow, you’ll get up and fix our breakfasts, just like today, and then you can go out and finish breaking up those clods you chose to leave off, so’s you could take a nap. Understood?”

“Uh, yyyes sir. I’ll try to do better tomorrow.”

“You’d better, or your little ass is gonna be hanging in ribbons. I’ll let you off of fixing dinner tonight, but I won’t be so kind from here on.”

“Ttthank you, sir.”  Emma’s eyes filled with tears again, as Claude turned and left her lying nude on her bed.

She slept fitfully during the night, awakening occasionally wanting to scream from the pain  as she turned over.  But the cock’s crow thankfully was enough to rouse her. She quickly looked around seeking something to wear.  She couldn’t wear her nightgown, because she hadn’t gotten around to rinsing the semen out of it, and it was stiff as a board below her waist, and she was sure they would know what it was.

Her torn dress, which she probably couldn’t wear again anyway, lay out in the dirt in the field. She went into the living room and found her panties and shift and put them on. She considered putting on her “good” dress, but realized that if she had to go out into the field again as soon as breakfast was over, she’d best not put it on.

So she proceeded to light the fire in the stove, get the water bucket and take it out to fill with water and lug it back to the kitchen.  She was able to get breakfast ready before Claude and Alma descended the stairs. Again, they ate in silence. It occurred to Emma to wonder why Seth and Abby didn’t have to join them for the morning meal, but she knew better than to ask.

By the time they had finished breakfast, it had gotten light outside. Claude instructed Emma to clean up the breakfast table, wash, dry and put away the dishes and then go finish her work outside. He announced that since she was so short on clothes, she might as well take off her underclothes to work on the garden.  She was taken aback by this edict and tried to convince him that it wouldn’t be proper to be out there without clothes on.  A threat of another whipping, if she didn’t follow his orders, convinced her to accede.

After finishing her work in the kitchen, she went into her room and disrobed before stepping outside to work with the pick once again.  It wasn’t so bad for the early morning.  It had sprinkled the previous night and the dirt clods were breaking up fairly easily.  But, as the morning wore on, Emma began to feel the effects of the sun’s rays, and, by noon, her back was beginning to redden and burn.

Then her face began to turn a deeper shade of pink. She was getting thirsty but was afraid to go back to the house for water, afraid that Claude would punish her for stopping. By two o’clock the sun was beating down. She looked down at her breasts and they had turned a bright red and were burning like crazy.

After another forty-five minutes or so, Emma had finished the last of the tilled land, and she almost ran back to the barn to leave the pick and hurry to the house. When she stepped inside she was in tears over the pain from the sunburn and the weariness she felt from two days of what had been hard labor for her.

She entered the living room and Alma, seeing the condition of her skin, told her to go to her room and lie down after she got some water.  She had a glass of water before heading to her room to lie down on her bed. The only problem then was to find a comfortable way to lie down. Both her front and back were burning up.

She had been lying there on her stomach, crying, when she looked up to see Seth standing in the doorway with a large bowl in his hands.

“I brought some goose grease to put on that sunburn.  It’ll help a lot.” He sat down next to her on the bed with a wide evil grin on his face.  Emma tried to tell him that she’d be all right, but he began smearing the grease on the back of her arms.  Even though it felt a bit soothing, Emma’s dignity got the better of her, and she pulled away from Seth.

“You wouldn’t want me to go in there and tell Pa you called me a son of a bitch, would you? He’d be in here with his belt in a minute.”

Emma resigned herself and slid over closer to Seth. He began slathering the grease on her back first, and it did relieve the pain somewhat.  Then he began applying the grease to her legs, starting at the calves. He finally got to her buttocks and spent several minutes working the gooey substance into each cheek, before letting his hand delve between them into the crack of her ass and down between her legs. She tried to tell him that she hadn’t been burned there, but he shushed her and continued rubbing.

He ordered her to turn over on her back and began at her ankles applying more of the grease. When he reached the top of her thighs, he skipped to her stomach and shoulders and then a thorough massage of her burning breasts. 

Unfortunately he was nowhere as gentle with them as he had been with her other parts, squeezing, fondling, pinching and prodding all the way to her nipples, which received special attention, as he pulled , pinched and milked them as if he expected them to excrete some liquid. Emma squealed several times, when his treatment became too harsh, but it didn’t deter him.

Then he ordered her to spread her legs wide, and, when she followed his instructions, he took a large dollop of grease and applied it directly to her pussy. It was a strange feeling to have someone rubbing her private spot, and she instinctively closed her legs.  Seth reacted by slapping her sore thigh and demanding that she separate her legs again, which she did. He then began to massage her between her legs.  This caused a dichotomy of feelings on Emma’s part. She was mortified that anyone should  be touching her between her legs, but there was also the delightful feel of his fingers as they played across her labia, and then as they delved between and started tickling that little knob at the top of her slit.

It took no time at all before Seth had Emma trembling and moaning in ecstasy.  This was similar to the feeling she had induced when she’d pleasured herself occasionally, but the feeling was so much more intense, and, in just minutes, she was raising her mound off the bed, as if requesting Seth to rub harder. Suddenly the totality of her passion swept through her body, and she screamed in delight.  Lowering her body to the bed once again, Emma began sighing and panting slightly, until suddenly she was aware of another presence and looked up to see Abby looking down at her with a broad smile on her face.

“I think I’ll have to get some sunburn, if it feels that good.”  Seth removed his hand from between Emma’s legs and picked up the bowl and rose to face his sister.

“You know you don’t need sunburn. I can do it for you without, sweet sister.”

“Don’t I know it?”

They both walked out of the room grinning at each other, leaving Emma to wonder what kind of a family she’d been introduced to.

Chapter 2

Because of her sunburn, Claude let Emma stay in bed, and she was only made to help with the preparation of dinner, as well as sweep the kitchen floor and dust in the living room. She was told to stay undressed, as the goose grease would mess up her underclothes, and, as she performed her required duties, she could feel the eyes of Claude and Seth following her everywhere she went. She was terribly aware of the fact that, as she performed her work, her breasts just naturally bounced around and the light fuzz on her pussy did little to hide the lips of her vulva.

After dinner, she was, of course, expected to wash, dry and put away all the dishes, before she was allowed to go back to her room, where she lay down on her back and shortly fell asleep. It was dark when she awoke to see Seth standing in her doorway with a lantern in one hand and the large bowl of goose grease in the other.

“Time to put some more grease on!”

As much as she had enjoyed the end of the last session, she knew this wasn’t proper and tried to talk her way out of another application, but Seth wouldn’t listen.

“The only way you’re going to avoid a lot of pain is for me to put some more grease on. Now don’t argue.  Turn over on your stomach, NOW!”

Emma complied, and soon Seth had slathered her whole back and legs, leaving her buttocks for last, naturally. This time he was much rougher in applying the oily substance to her butt cheeks, squeezing the sinewy globes with gusto, causing her to cry out now and then.  When his hand began to delve between her cheeks this time, Emma suddenly felt one of Seth’s fingers inserting itself in her little ass-hole and digging deeper.  Emma tried to pull away from Seth with a little exclamation of disapproval, but he managed to keep it submerged, wiggling it around  before finally withdrawing it.

After he ordered her to turn over on her back, he duplicated his actions from the afternoon, ending up rubbing her snatch vigorously, after he had spent several minutes  zestfully manipulating both breasts and nipples. He was not happy until she had spread her legs as far apart as she could get them, to the point that her thigh muscles were aching badly. This time he crawled between her legs, so that his face was only inches from her gaping vagina. His fingers pinched the lips of her labia, running them up and down the entire length on both sides, before moving to the pink area between.

Emma was growing more and more excited, as she felt the fingers playing up and down her vulva, but that feeling of exultation was mixed with the shame and awareness of the violation of her most private parts.  As his fingers played up and down her slit, however, her feeling turned totally libidinous, and she began moaning and pleading for the ultimate satisfaction. Seth prolonged his manipulations for several minutes, enjoying watching Emma’s body react to his ministrations.

When he finally began concentrating on titillating and tickling her clitoris, Emma had reached the crest, and suddenly her body began shaking, and she let out a shriek that could have awakened any but the soundest sleepers in the house.  She continued to shudder and climax for nearly a minute as her orgasm spread through her body.

Seth rose from the bed and, when Emma finally opened her eyes, she noticed he had removed both his pants and shorts and was standing there with a huge hard-on. She immediately assumed he was about to take her virginity, and began backing away from him on the bed, uttering quiet negatives as she did.

“Well, it seems to me since I’ve been so nice to you twice today, you should reward me with something in return, now.”

“Nnnnoooo, I’m a virgin.  Please don’t!”

“There are other ways to be nice to me, you know.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Well, if you took me in your mouth, you wouldn’t have to worry about your virginity.”

“What?  Ohhhh, ugggh, no, I couldn’t do that!”

“Well, if you don’t, I’m going to go get money from the cookie jar and tell Dad that I saw you stealing it and took it away from you.  He’d whip you ‘til you couldn’t stand up if I did. Is that what you want?”

Oh, you’re awful. Oh, please don’t. I’ve never… I just couldn’t!”

Seth began pulling up his pants and picked up the lantern and bowl.

“Okay, if that’s how you want it, Emma.  But you just think you’re sore, now.”

“Wait!  Wait! Oh, my God. This is awful! All right, I’ll do it. Ohhh!”

Seth had his clothes off in moments, slid up against the side of the bed, and proffered his rigid penis to the shrinking girl on the bed. Emma inched herself over until her face was inches from his pole, studying it as though it were a snake about to bite her. Having never seen one “in person” before it looked huge to her, though it was, in fact only about five inches long.

Seth was not in a mood to hesitate, however, and thrust his prick toward her mouth.  Emma, taken by surprise, found his penis firmly ensconced two or three inches into her mouth before she could do anything about it. At that point Seth grabbed her head in his hands and pressed further, warning her not to bite him, if she didn’t want a broken tooth. In a moment his whole penis was in her mouth, and she could feel the head of it rubbing against her uvula. Seth set the pace with his hands guiding the depth and speed at which she was sucking. Soon he was forcing his erection to the edge of her throat and she began to sputter and cough, as well as produce globs of saliva and bubbly goo that dripped copiously from her mouth. The coughing turned to gagging, as he began to hold his penis firmly against her throat, and she began gasping for breath.

Suddenly a light appeared from down the hall, and when Emma looked up from her task, she was shocked to see the other three members of the family standing in the doorway in their nightware, smiling down at her. She stopped her sucking and unsuccessfully tried to pull her head away from Seth’s death-grip. Her face turned beet red in embarrassment.

Claude muttered, “My God, I thought she’d seen a ghost or something.  I never heard such a racket.”

“Nope! Just Emma letting everybody know how much she likes to have her little slit played with. Sorry if her yellin’ woke you up.”

If she could have sunk into the floor, Emma would have been happy to do so at that point. She was mortified, and the fact that everyone was watching with broad smiles on their faces didn’t help.

Seth didn’t let her stop, however, and suddenly her mouth was filled with his prick again, and the head of it was working its way past her uvula. She had been all right as long as he had kept moving her head back and forth on his prong, but suddenly he jammed it as far in as he could get it, so that her lips were resting against his pubic hair. 

Just when she thought she would pass out from lack of air, he would draw back until the head of his dick was touching her lips.  She would gasp and gurgle, as more of the slobbery mess from her mouth dripped down her chin.  Then it was time to suck for a minute or so, until he could feel the beginning of his orgasm, when, once again, he thrust his erection to the back of her mouth.  She had had time to inhale a deep breath, but his penis head blocked her throat long enough that she began to struggle against his controlling hands. He was strong enough to hold her where he wanted her until his semen load had hurtled down her throat. 

When he finally released her head, she was gasping for breath and looking pitiably up into his eyes. A look over at the audience in the doorway indicated they had enjoyed watching.

“That was good, Emma!” sighed Seth.

His family members laughed as they wandered back down to the hall.

As they went Alma was saying, “Well, you know what they say. What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.” The other two roared with laughter as they disappeared up the steps. 

As he began pulling up his pants, he was muttering to her.

“You’ve still got a ways to go to get as good as Abby, but for a first time, it wasn’t bad.”

Grabbing the bowl and his lantern he left her with the words, “See you tomorrow.  Maybe you can perform better when the sunburn’s gone.”

Emma lay down in the darkness and cried herself to sleep.

Chapter 3

Things settled down somewhat for Emma over the next few days.  Her sunburn stopped hurting and eventually began to peel. Seth only invaded her body one more time with the goose grease, which began to smell awful after a couple of days. She eventually went down to the well with some lye soap and spent a cold but fruitful half hour washing away the smell with a good scrub-down.

The four family members still found excuses to spank her occasionally, but none of them were particularly hard spankings, and Seth was the only one who generally managed to find a way to mix his punishments with ways to humiliate and embarrass her, by probing between her legs and squeezing her already sore nipples. Abby’s spankings were never very hard , but they were always full of invective and denigrating statements about her ugly little breasts (they actually were neither) or her laziness  or her flagrant exhibitionism, which, of course, was only a reflection on the fact that they had her walking around in the nude most of the time.

On the fifth day after her ‘day in the sun’ and the resulting burn that followed, she was again allowed to don her panties, shift and the one dress that was still wearable.  That morning she had helped make breakfast, washed, dried and put away the breakfast dishes, burned the trash at the dump, and made all the beds and swept the kitchen floor, when an almighty scream from upstairs brought everyone to attention.

“Emma!  Get up here right now!”

Emma put down the broom and hurried up the stairs to find Abby standing in her bedroom doorway, arms akimbo.

“I believe you’re supposed to make the beds first thing in the morning, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I did.  I made them all ten or fifteen minutes ago.”

Pointing to her bed, Abby, in her most scathing voice, replied, “Is this what you call made up?”

Emma entered the room to find the bed-sheets in total disarray.  As she was turning to explain that she didn’t know what happened, Seth appeared in the hallway.

“And my bed is a shambles, too.  Nobody’s made it since I arose!”

Emma realized at that moment that Abby and Seth had cooked up a way to get her in trouble, and she had no way to explain.  This became doubly obvious, when Alma came down the hallway from their bedroom in a huff.

“Ours is a mess, too.  You’d better have a good explanation for this, girl!”

Soon Emma was surrounded by the four family members, all of them sporting faces of fury.

“I really did make the beds just a few minutes ago,” she uttered in her meekest voice.

“So, not only do you not do your chores, you lazy thing, then you lie about it!”

“I’m not lying.  I really did make the beds.”

Claude finally entered the conversation. “And now you’ve decided to contradict us all. You’ve really overstepped your bounds now, Missy! Take every stitch of clothes off right now. It’s time to teach you a little respect for the truth, as well as learning not to talk back!”

They all stood with great satisfaction and watched as Emma, tears welling up in her eyes, slowly removed her worn dress.

“You’d better get a move on, you lazy sloth, or you’ll get twice as many spanks,” Alma chimed in.

Emma did speed up as she removed her shift and then her panties, eventually standing before her tormentors, wanting so much to slide her arm in front of her breasts and her other hand before her vagina, but fully aware that to do so would bring additional punishment.

“I think if we all give her 35 spanks a piece, that ought to wake the little guttersnipe up to the fact that it’s time she starts pulling her weight around here,” Claude added with a smile. “Why don’t you start it out, Abigail?”

Abby sat on her bed and patted her leg with determination. Emma, now crying openly, slid across Abby’s legs, giving up all hope of keeping any of her modesty in the process. Abby began rather slowly and with fairly light blows to Emma’s buttocks, but she seemed to pick up steam as the beating progressed, and the last ten or so spanks were delivered with force, and reinforced by derisive statements with each slap. By the time Abby had finished her set, Emma’s cheeks had turned a bright red.

Abby pushed Emma off her lap, and she slid to the floor with tears streaming down her flushed face.  She was replaced by Alma, who yanked Emma up onto her lap with alacrity and force. Emma’s head hung down the left side of Alma’s lap, until Alma delivered the first of her 35 swats, at which point her miserable victim’s head jerked up accompanied by a pained howl. Obviously Alma’s thin wiry arms had more strength than Abby’s, as the sound of each slap was noticeably louder than her daughter’s, and her target’s backside was becoming noticeably redder.

By the twentieth smack from Alma’s palm, Emma’s howls had turned to blubbering pleas for mercy, which were a total waste of time.

Claude offered Emma to Seth for the next barrage, and he was anxious to get started. His spanks were harder than either of the preceding spankers, and he brought his hand up high above his head for each blow, so that the impact not only produced a piteous cry from Emma, but horrible pain to her posterior. But Seth had one difference from his predecessor’s actions.  He paused after every three or four blows to harshly rub the area he had just smacked, and then, as an afterthought, his hand would dip between Emma’s legs to brush against the lips of her pussy, and occasionally to insert his finger between her nether lips and slide it back and forth over the entire slit.

No one admonished him for what he was doing.  In fact, all three of his fellow discipliners would smile while they watched the indignity. Emma was shocked, but knew better than to object. Her only reaction was an increase in the amount of tears flowing down her cheeks.

The force of his spanks was not only causing an increase in the weeping, but the color of Emma’s buttocks was turning from light red to a vivid crimson. By the time he had applied the thirty-fifth of his slaps, Emma’s posterior looked like raw meat.

This, of course, did not dissuade Claude from taking his turn, and if anything, his blows were the most vicious of all.  The fact that he was by far the strongest of the four of them did not deter him in the least from using the full force of his arm in delivering each smack on Emma’s frightfully red cheeks. By the time he had finished her buttocks were almost purple and her utterances had been brought to little more than soft mewling, as she hung limply over his lap.

Claude raised her off of his lap and, as she stood naked and sobbing before him, he told her to take twenty minutes to pull herself together and then to go move the hay to the horses’ stalls. Emma sniffed and went to her room to finish crying herself out.

Claude and Alma took off for the feed store and the dry-goods store in town.

A half hour later Emma finished her crying and pulled herself up from her bed.  She knew if she didn’t go to the barn and spread the hay for the horses before Claude got back, she’d be in for another beating, and she didn’t think she could stand another spanking. She decided not to put any clothes on.  Everyone had seen her nude so much of the time, and her buttocks hurt so much, any clothing would just rub against her and exacerbate her pain.

When she finally reached the barn, she had just picked up the pitch-fork when she heard Seth’s voice from above on the level where the hay was stored.

“Well, it’s about time you got here.  Put down the fork and climb up here with me.”

Her instinct was to turn and run, but she knew that would only bring more punishment.  She began climbing up the ladder as he had instructed. She was very aware of her bouncing breasts  as she ascended. When she reached the second level, Seth grabbed her and dragged her over to two bales of hay that he’d piled one on top of the other.

“Lie down on your back on this bale, girl!”

“Oh, please, Seth. Don’t hurt me any more.  I’m so sore from all that spanking.”

“I have no intention of hurting you unless you don’t obey me right now.”

With a sigh, Emma tried to climb up on the top bale, but, as soon as she felt the rough straw rubbing against her red buttocks and chafing her rear end, she squealed and jumped back off.  Seth slapped her face twice, and she jumped back up onto the bale of hay, screeching as her butt scraped along the bale.

At last Seth had her where he wanted her, with her head hanging backward over the edge of the bale. She had no idea what his plan was until she saw him unbuttoning his pants, letting them drop to the floor. As he moved toward her, she tried to lift her head, but Seth grabbed it between his two hands and held it steady. It seemed strange to be looking at his penis upside down, but it was also fearsome, as she realized what was about to happen.

“Pa says I can’t deflower you. I don’t know why.  You’re nothing but a common trollop, but he’d have my hide if I disobeyed him.  But he didn’t say I couldn’t use your mouth, so open up, whore!”

Emma tried to keep her mouth shut, but one twist of her nipple was enough to exact a scream, and Seth shoved his half-swollen rod in, when she reacted.  This time it took only a minute before his penis was totally rigid, and he delighted in thrusting it as far down her throat as he could manage. Her reaction was to gurgle and sputter as she felt his prick moving further and further back in her mouth.

“Gawk…ungunnng….urgggle….glawwwwg…gggrrrunnng...grrrk.”

This brought about an outpouring of spittle mixed with frothy regurgitation, as Emma fought to get her breath. It wasn’t so bad for her, as long as Seth continued to move his erection back and forth in her mouth, but as he neared his climax, he tended to want to keep his prick jammed as far into her mouth as possible.

Several times this involved cutting off her ability to breathe for twenty or thirty seconds, at which point her instinct was to grab his wrists with her hands and to try to pull her head loose. Seth was strong enough that she was unable to pull loose, and soon she felt she would die if she didn’t get a breath. Once she had even started to slip into unconsciousness before Seth finally pulled back sufficiently that she could gasp and choke in some air.

Moments later she felt him stab his hardness back into her throat, and his essence spurted forth down her gullet. She was surprised to realize that his sperm had gone far enough down her throat that there wasn’t even any taste involved. He left himself imbedded there for almost half a minute before he pulled away with a huge sigh and pulled up his pants to begin buttoning them up.

Emma lay there on the bale of hay completely exhausted, gasping for air. She closed her eyes and actually fell asleep, as she heard her cousin climbing down the ladder.

A few minutes later she was startled awake by a hard slap across the cheek. She looked up to see Abby staring coldly down at her.  Another slap to the other cheek brought a squeak from the hapless girl.

“You leave my brother alone, slut! I’ve seen you making eyes at him. Well, you can just cut it out.”

“But I…”

SLAP! SMACK!

“You heard me, you tart! He doesn’t want you, so leave him alone!”

Abby turned and started her descent down the ladder.  Emma watched her go, totally perplexed.  She wondered if she’d ever be able to escape from the domination of this strange family.