GOOD BREEDING by Katherine Forbes Page A

that everyone could admire her, she nearly fainted from sheer pleasure. She had been taken to his bed every night since then and Phyllis had had to soothe her back and bottom with cool compresses after several beatings with a belt. But in the wake of the thrashings he was tireless and she had learned to open her mouth and her bottom to a man. The rush of submissive excitement she had experienced the first time she knelt before Adam and took him into her mouth was something she would never forget. Neither would she ever forget the feeling of the thick splashes of sperm spilling into her mouth and throat, chokin g and hot, tasting foul but all the better because of it. Secretly she felt it was quite right that a man’s spend should taste horrible to a woman, it only accentuated the fact that she was submitting to improper use of her body for his pleasure. But however great her enthusiasm for taking him in her mouth, she still needed practice and every evening before dinner, she knelt before him and allowed him to penetrate as deep into her throat as she could take him until he ejaculated.
    Affording Adam use of her bottom was proving more of a problem. Buggery usually took place after a good, prolonged thrashing and although the pain rendered her totally compliant she just couldn’t seem to relax enough to allow him comfortable passage. As a result Phyllis was using siesta time to ram leather covered wooden phalluses into her backside, daily, to stretch the sphincter muscles and the rectum itself. Clara was living for the day when Adam could thrash her as hard as he wanted, secure in the knowledge that when he required her tightest and most secret channel, it would open easily for him.
    S he knew she existed in a shadowy limbo in between those times that her husband took his pleasure with her or com manded her in whatever form .
    “He does beat me, thank you Lady Isabelle, most agreeably and thoroughly. I believe I am the happiest woman alive, although I do know I have a lot to learn. F or example I have felt the cane, the crop, the belt and of course the hand but as yet I have to feel a proper whip.”
    “We are to go to a garden party next weekend, my dear, and I expect that will be put to rights there.”
    Clara raised her eyebrows. A garden party seemed an unlikely event at which a girl might expect to be whipped, but then they did do things differently out here……
     
    The mating shed was a windowless barn set well apart from both the house and the slave compounds. At each end there were lean-to sheds. As the women approached it, Lady Isabelle outlined what they were about and its importance for the estate.
    “When the girls catch they are sent into the hills to birth and nurse and the offspring are reared there while the mothers return to work. But only the best stock is used in the mating shed and it is considered an honour among the slaves. The females are kept in one shed for a comple te menstrual cycle and until they are at their most fecund while the males are kept in a separate shed for the same length of time. As they are normally at it like knives in the slave compounds, they find this a wearisome trial and are more than ready to copulate on demand. Both sexes are kept strictly shackled so that no masturbation is possible. Today, girls, it will be our task to ensure that we encourage the maximum amount of sperm into vaginas that are open and receptive. Clara, Phyllis, if you are in any doubt about what you should be doing at any time, merely ask myself or Dorca for help. I need hardly add that a successful mating is important to the estate’s well being.” So saying she led her little troop into the shady and dusty interior of the shed where Alex was waiting for them.
    “Good day, ladies,” he said. “We’ve a load of sul len and none-too-pleased stallions for ye today, but don’t worry, we’ll truss ‘em up weel for you .”
    He turned on his heel and left. Phyllis and Clara exchanged nervous