The Stepchild

June 12, 1794

Brendan Williams is six feet tall, has red hair, and blue eyes. He is very handsome for someone so thin. He turned sixteen years old two months ago. Just eight days ago he was taken out of school early because his parents, while sleeping late, were caught upstairs and perished in flames as the family's house burnt to the ground. The funeral was yesterday. Brendan will miss his parents and the good times of sailing and horseback riding during the fine summers in New York.

There are no living relatives to take Brendan in, so the child welfare people have arranged for his legal adoption by a Mr. and Mrs. Darcy in New York City. Why this couple was chosen is somewhat ponderous since the husband Francis is consumptive and should probably be under hospital quarantine rather than adopting children. Early today Brendan is on his way to meet his new legal guardians in New York City.

At 2:11 PM the fast coach arrives in Manhattan and the affable welfare agent first takes Brandon to lunch, then to meet his new family who live in a nice three story stone house on a quiet cul-de-sac near the water. There is a pleasant breeze today. A petite pretty young maid, with very white skin and thick brown hair cut short, opens the door and smiles coquettishly when she sees Brandon. Her name is Cindy and she ushers the two men into the front sitting room to await the Darcys.

After ten minutes Mrs. Darcy enters the room. Both Brendan and the welfare agent are struck by her unexpected youth and extreme beauty. She is twenty two years old, five foot ten inches tall, with long legs and firm voluptuous female protrusion both fore and aft. She has a dramatically pretty face with arched eyebrows framed by sleek dark brown hair cut square in the old time Puritan way. With her bright green eyes, slightly pointed nose, and formal black dress she quite simply looks like a disarmingly beautiful Witch. Brendan notices this, thinks it to himself, and at the most male level, very much likes it, but on the heels of this comes galloping a gaunt specter of strange worry.

Mrs. Darcy walks up close to Brendan, looks straight into his eyes, and with a pale rather distant smile says "Welcome to my home, Brendan. I'm you're new legal guardian, Catherine Darcy. I was sorry to hear about your parents, but I'm quite sure that in time you'll be very happy here."

They all sit down and talk for awhile. Tea is served. The welfare man is beaming and seems well pleased with this placement. After he leaves, Catherine escorts Brendan upstairs to meet her husband who, since yesterday, has been bedridden. Francis Darcy is a nice man of about fifty, tall when standing, and handsome, with brown hair and beard frosted with gray. He sits up and greets Brendan warmly. They shake hands. Brendan likes Francis immediately and trusts him instinctively. This combats the worry specter somewhat.

Next Catherine shows Brendan to his new room on the third floor. It's delightful and large with natural wood finishing and a nice view of the neighborhood trees and courtyard below. His trunk is already sitting on the bed. Catherine says "Go ahead and unpack, Brendan. I plan to take you shopping tomorrow after breakfast. Please join us downstairs for dinner at six o'clock."

Brendan likes women, and for personal inspiration has for sometime, kept a little drawing of a nude woman hidden in a small leather case. Now as Brendan unpacks, the worry again comes galloping back because the picture and case are missing from his trunk.

At dinner Brendan is happy to see that Francis is at the head of the table. They all talk, mostly about Brendan's schooling and plans for the future as a journalist. By now Brendan has rationalized that it was probably just Cindy, on her own volition, who rifled his trunk. For this reason he is able to relax with his new family and enjoy the good meal of pot roast with potato and carrots. When Cindy begins serving, Brendan manages a candid hard look at her. She gives him the kind of teasingly feminine smirk that absolutely confirms the whereabouts of his favorite little drawing.

Brendan retires early to his comfortable new bed. Maybe everything will be alright in time. These are nice people. The schools are very good here. The maid is quite fetching... Now Brendan gets excited thinking about the little secret between Cindy and himself. He thinks of how he could approach the subject, throw himself upon her mercy, and the passionate scenario that could follow. Then, suddenly back to reality, he thinks of how the matter might instead get him in trouble with his new guardians. Even with all this mental conflict, he is so tired that he is able to sleep immediately and well.

The next morning after a good breakfast, Catherine, wearing a pretty yellow dress with matching bonnet, takes Brendan shopping. They return by 4:00 PM and Brendan puts away all his fine new clothes.

At dinner Francis surprises Brendan with some news. "Brendan, on Monday morning you'll be starting as an apprentice at the New York Gazette. This will be only during the summers until your schooling is complete. It's going to give you a big advantage later when it comes to gaining employment."

Brendan is delighted and replies "Thank you... It's perfect. I was afraid I would end up having to do something unrelated to journalism... but the Gazette. This is very good news. Thank you."

July 27, 1794

Brendan has been working hard at his new job, and enjoys it very much. Nothing has happened all summer with Cindy. He is never able to be alone with her. He hasn't met any other girls.

It's been very hot for the past two weeks. Francis Darcy had been suffering badly from this and died this morning at 10:43 AM. Everybody is sad at his passing, but there is also, especially in Catherine, a certain sense of relief because, with tuberculosis, Mr. Darcy's death had been inevitable for a long time. Brendan is sad. He had begun to feel that, after his own father, Francis Darcy was the best man on earth he could ever have as a legal guardian.

August 11, 1794

It's Saturday, and Brendan has the entire weekend off. He and Catherine are finishing breakfast when she looks hard at him and says "Brendan, I want you to go to your room. I must speak with you and will visit you there shortly." Something about her tone brings that old worry galloping back. Brendan feels his heart beating hard as he enters his room.

Five minutes later Catherine knocks and enters. She looks into Brendan’s eyes and says "Brendan, I wanted you to first become settled in your new home and job, but I'm sure you knew that eventually we would have to address the subject of sin. Cindy gave me the little picture you had hidden in your suitcase. I'm going to punish you now. Please disrobe immediately."

Brendan looks shocked. Catherine persists "Yes, you heard me! Take off your clothes right now." Brendan notices now that Catherine has a two foot apple-wood switch in her right hand. He is shocked speechless. "Brendan, this is just between you and I. There is no question of modesty here. I am not your mother. I am your legal guardian. By law you must obey my wishes. Now disrobe immediately!"

Brendan is excited and confused. He has wanted every square inch of Catherine since the moment he first saw her, but the particulars of situation have worked to suppress these feelings. Now they come rushing to the surface. He feels himself raising the hardest erection he has ever experienced, and with a reckless sense of manly adventure, quickly undresses. Brendan now stands before Catherine completely naked. His skin has never felt this tight before. His buttocks are protruding. Even his useless nipples have become hard.

Catherine looks him over like someone buying a race horse. She looks more satisfied and superior than he has ever seen her. She lifts him lightly with the tip of her switch. "Just as I suspected. The tell-tale signs of masturbation" she says. "There will be no more of that, Sir! And don't think you can fool me. You will learn discipline. I intend to inspect you, and if you make it necessary, to punish you every day from now on."

Then she walks around behind Brendan and begins his switching. She starts off lightly and then slowly increases the speed and intensity. Brendan begins to tremble. He has never felt so completely helpless before, but in a funny way he has also never felt so completely free before. How free? Being whipped like a prisoner. Free... Free to feel! Free to face his own desire and to react totally to it with the hardest passion any man has ever experienced in all of human history. Every capillary is engorged. Almost like a having a rash.

After two hundred strokes she stops. She hasn't really whipped him very hard, but the intensity of the situation makes it seem that she did. Brendan's buttocks are bright pink, sore, and throbbing, but there is no blood.

"I've been easy on you. There won't be any scarring. But you must be obedient! There will be no masturbation from now on. Do you understand?"

"Oh yes, Ma'am!" Brandon replies still trembling.

"Good, because there are other, more personal ways that I can punish you if need be. Now just what do you have to say for yourself?" she asks as she once again tweaks him with tip of the switch. "I'm through punishing you for today. Just tell me what you feel, right now!"

"I... I... It's hard to speak, Ma'am. I feel so grateful to be in your charge this way. Just to be with you." Trembling he asks "Please, Ma'am. May... may I kiss your feet?. Just to show how much I..."

"Yes, of course" she says with a kindly tone. Brendan notices now the first real smile he has ever seen from her. It's very warm and beautiful, and makes him feel happy in his heart. She sits down on the edge of Brendan's bed. He falls to his knees and unties her shoes, slips them off, then passionately kisses her dear little female feet. Brendan thinks to himself "If she had any idea of how much I like this, she probably wouldn't let me do it."

Catherine leaves to go shopping. At dinner both Brendan and Catherine act as though nothing has changed between them. They have a pleasant meal talking about all the usual subject matter. At the end of the meal however, as Brendan rises, Catherine notices with delight that he is completely aroused.

That night, once Brendan is under the bedclothes, he wants badly to masturbate, but wants even more to please Catherine, and so abstains. He feels unexplainably happy and secure, as though a wonderful exciting new chapter in his life is opening. He falls asleep easily and awakens well rested the next morning.

Today is Sunday. After a hearty breakfast Catherine points to the hall clock and says "Brendan. Please come to my room in exactly fifteen minutes."

Brendan has never felt so excited. His heart is beating, and there's that arousal again. He pushes it down against his leg, but it snaps back. Why bother? She'll see it soon enough anyway. He knocks. She opens the door and is wearing a silk dressing robe.

"Come in, Brendan" she says. It's time for your inspection. "Please disrobe". Brendan is trembling and quickly takes off his clothes putting them on a chair. Catherine produces a an eighteen inch polished wooden billy, notices Brendan's arousal, walks over and gently lifts it with the billy to view the underside. She looks into Brendan's eyes and says nothing.

Brendan speaks up firmly "Tell-tale signs or no, I was faithful to you last night. I did not masturbate!"

Catherine smiles saying "I can see that, Brendan, but don't you ever dare use that tone with me again, do you understand?" and then she hits him gently with the billy causing a bounce down with rebound back to the normal forty five degree angle.

"Now I'm going to have to punish you for your brashness." She walks over to her dressing table, opens the drawer, and produces a long stick of East Indian floral incense and a box of matches. She lights the incense and places it upright in the holder. Then she looks at Brandon, opens her robe, and lets it slip to the floor. Now they are both naked.

Brendan is breathless with delight. Catherine is beautiful beyond even his wildest imaginings. The smooth soft white skin tight on her firm voluptuous body. The stark contrast of this with her triangle. Poor Brendan now curves slightly upward. He has never felt such rigid passion before. Catherine picks up the incense stick, walks over, and presses the glowing tip down firmly midway on his upper shaft. Brendan nearly ejaculates. The little burn smarts like crazy, but then follows a strange rush of pleasure that makes Brendan almost wish she would do it again, and again.

Catherine says in a very feminine voice "Be advised Brendan that if you don't apologize immediately for speaking so sharply to me that I will be obliged do this a hundred more times until you do apologize."

Says Brendan "I'm sorry Ma'am... I meant no disrespect. I just wanted you to know that I..."

"I know, Brendan" she interrupts "A mature woman has certain personal needs and I've decided that from now on I'll require you to help me in his regard every day in this room for approximately half an hour after breakfast and again at night after dinner for up to an hour or two. Your duties, of course, will be very intimate and I will require unquestioning obedience. If you do not please me utterly I will simply be forced punish you in ways quite beyond your imagining. Do you understand?"

"Oh yes, Ma'am, and thank you for this privilege" Brendan replies smiling with genuine happiness.

Catherine sashays across the room and sits down on her dressing stool with her long legs well apart. She looks at Brendan, smiles, then says "Good. Now, on your hands and knees, Sir, and come to me!"

September 20, 1804. Ten years later.

At dinner Catherine, even more beautiful at age thirty two, looks at Brendan, who is even more handsome at twenty six. In all the years since Catherine first switched Brendan, he has had only those very few orgasms that Catherine has permitted him on him special occasions. Catherine has enjoyed several every day, of course. Brendan has received a good deal of punishment for one thing or another, mostly contrived by Catherine to sustain the peak of intensity between them. Brendan has enjoyed every minute of it.

Catherine looks especially happy tonight and asks "Brendan, do you love me?"

Brendan laughs and says "How can you ask such a thing? Of course I love you, and you love me. Our relationship is unusual, but I think we may be two of the luckiest people in the world to have found each other."

Catherine smiles happily as she begins to eat her small bowl of vanilla ice with honey.

February 12, 2023

"Sheee-Zues!" says Jeff aloud. The description of Catherine makes her sound just like Cathy... Freedom to feel... Old Brendan felt exactly the way I do. The love part too, but no Sharron around to louse it up. Maybe I should arrange an accident for Sharron." He visualizes Sharron laying in a ditch with her head bashed in and says "Nah! Much too sexy to exterminate, even though she does deserve it."

Tonight at dinner Jeff is less solicitous of attention and eats quietly. The girls don't even seem to notice. The next day and every day hereafter the minute the girls leave Jeff reads another story.

"The Slave"