Kathleen sat in her room, gazing out of the window waiting for her carriage to arrive. Her mother had arranged for her to spend the afternoon and evening with Squire Briggs for her first lesson in "wifely matters". This had come as a surprise to Kathleen as her mother had never mentioned this curriculum to her before.
Kathleen's father had been killed in the Great War when she was only two years old. Her mother had never remarried and they had continued to live on the family estate in the northernmost parts of Scotland. There are those that might have thought Kathleen would have been lonely, but as she had never known any different she was more than happy with her life.
There had been a string of governess' to teach Kathleen and she was considered very intelligent, for a girl. She knew how to read and write, in English and Latin, the latter coming in most useful during church services. Her mother had taken great trouble to teach her how to run a large house, how to manage servants and to be a good wife by sewing and holding suitable conversations. Now she was to spend time with the Squire so he could teach her some other aspects to being a good wife that apparently her mother was unable to do. She knew the Squire quite well as he spent a great deal of time with her mother and so Kathleen looked upon him as a sort of Uncle. However, she had never spent time alone with him before and was a little nervous that she may not be a good enough student.
She heard the sound of the horse coming along the carriageway so ran down the stairs quickly so as not to be late. Her mother met her in the hallway, checked she looked acceptable and then waved her off from the doorway. A little over an hour later she arrived at the Squire's house where she was shown into the study by the butler.
The Squire had been watching her arrival through the window and as she entered the room he turned to her slowly and smiled.
"My dearest Kathleen, how are you today?" he asked.
"Quite well thank you Sir" replied Kathleen, with a little curtsey.
"Charming, quite charming" replied the Squire. "Now then, did your mother ask you to write a piece for me in preparation for our lessons today?"
"No Sir, I do not recall that she did" responded Kathleen, a little anxious that she may have been asked but forgotten.
"Tut, tut. How annoying. Maybe you could write it for me now? Come and sit at my desk,."
Kathleen walked to his desk, sat down in his chair and saw a piece of paper headed "The effects of sexual arousal on the human body". She panicked. She knew nothing of this subject. She didn't even know what sexual arousal meant. She looked up at the Squire.
"Sir, I am so sorry, but I know nothing of this subject. Perhaps if you have a book I could study …"
"No, no, no. We don't have time for that. I knew you had a lot to learn, but had not appreciated quite how much. Not to worry. We will have a practical lesson instead. Come."
And with that he walked briskly from the room gesturing her to follow him. They walked up the grand staircase, along a corridor and turned into a grand bedroom. This was presumably the Squire's room for it was most ornate with a large four-poster bed dominating the middle of the room. The Squire motioned for her to move to the middle of the room where he placed a chair for her to sit.
"Now then my dear. We will begin our lessons."
She listened attentively.
LESSON ONE
"Husbands and wives have a game they play called sex. In this game it is the wife's duty and obligation to give her husband as much pleasure as possible. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir, I think I do," replied Kathleen.
"Good. In order for you to provide pleasure, you need to understand the signs of that pleasure. In the game of sex, we call pleasure "arousal". So now you understand the phrase sexual arousal – don't you."
"Yes Sir," said Kathleen. She wasn't sure that she fully understood but was keen to show herself as a willing and able pupil.
"One of the first duties you have as a wife is to ensure you are aroused, as this makes it easier for your husband to be aroused. So first we will examine how to arouse a female. However, just before we do that, it is important that you learn about the special toy a man has for playing this game of sex."
Kathleen watched as the Squire unbuttoned the front of his trousers. The flap fell down and he pulled out what looked like a hose. Kathleen wanted to laugh, why would a man keep a hose in his trousers?
"Have you seen one of these before my dear?" asked the Squire.
"No Sir," replied Kathleen.
"Good. Now then, if you were a good and dutiful wife, you would see immediately that you are not giving me pleasure. This is called a cock and when I am aroused my cock rises and grows and becomes stiff. As you can see, at the moment you are not pleasing me and it is lying flaccid. However, I will leave it on display so that you will be able to see when you are making me happy and when you are not. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir," replied Kathleen. Although again, she wasn't sure if she did. How was it possible for this thing to grow and become stiff. She was feeling very confused.
"Now then, as I mentioned. In order to arouse me, you have to be aroused yourself. There are many ways this can be done, but a dutiful wife will always arouse herself first in order to make it easier for her husband. First of all, as I have done, you will need to expose parts of your body so we can see them. Stand up."
Kathleen stood and the Squire started to unlace her dress from behind. As he did so, he pushed the shoulders of the dress over her arms and as it fell to the floor gestured for her to step out of her dress. He picked it up and hung it over a screen in the corner of the room. He turned back to her and unlaced her knickers, again allowing them to fall to the floor. She felt a little strange. No one apart from her maid had seen her in such a state of undress before and she felt a little embarrassed.
"Very nice," breathed the Squire as he ran his eyes over her. She stood in the centre of the room wearing a tightly laced black corset that squeezed in her waist and pushed her breasts up high, exposing her cherry-red nipples to the air. The corset stopped at the top of her pubic area and he could see one or two very soft hairs just starting to appear, but other than that her pussy was beautifully smooth. Her white stockings were held up by garters and finally she still wore her laced-up boots. He walked around behind her and saw her wonderful buttocks, round and full, exposed at the back of her corset.
"Now then, lesson number two," said the Squire. "Sit down." And he gestured for her to take a seat on a small chair he had placed in the corner of the room. The chair was directly in front of a full-length mirror and Kathleen sat there taking in her reflection and then looked up at the Squire who was standing behind her.
"Now then my dear, I want you to do exactly as I say and to watch everything you do in the mirror, so you can practise at home. Do you understand?"
Again, she replied that she did.
"Good. Now then, I'd like you to slowly open your legs as wide as you possibly can. Very good. Now then that area at the top of your legs is called your pussy, or your cunt. Women have been given that to provide pleasure for their husbands. In order to do that, it needs to be wet. Do you know how we make it wet?"
"Do I wash it Sir?"
"That is one way, but water soon runs off. So you will need to wash your pussy often, but that will not be enough for arousal purposes. Can you think of anything else?"
"Would I relieve myself Sir?"
"You could, and many husbands would enjoy watching you do this, however as with water, it will not make you wet enough. Let me teach you a correct way. Look at your breasts, can you see the little red buttons?"
She nodded.
"These are your nipples. I want you to take each nipple between your thumb and forefinger and roll it. Good. Now squeeze a little. Very good. Now use the rest of your hands to cup your breasts and squeeze them. Very good. Now continue to do that for a while. Tell me what you are feeling."
