The Household Rod and Staff

The Household Rod and Staff

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All characters are over 18, fictional, and none of it ever happened. Think of it as a grimm fairytale.

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The head of household does it all. Coming out, nesting in, running the business.

What do you like in this story? What else should happen? Do you want sequels or prequels?

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"Sit up straight!" he snaps at his girls.

He speaks as a concerned father to his two debutant daughters fetched home early from a coming-out ball for their own protection. They appear two recalcitrant pouting girls who think Father will let them languish as spinsters forever.

But a Hedonist familiar with discreet high Society bedchambers knows there is much more to the scene than two debutants and a protective Father. The Hedonist sees a nice pair of young, obedient, well trained girls who jump to please Papa as soon as he tells them. At his admonishment instantly presenting more delectably. They straighten their backs, display more cleavage, cast demure eyes down, flutter eyelashes, fold hands in alluring laps, and await his next command. And an experienced Hedonist would know the older is already moist.

Their Mama died in childbirth and for eighteen years Papa has been their mother, father, chaperone, tutor and sire. He is gentle and strict, controlling and strong, loving and firm. He rules the household with a firm rod and staff, and they earn him a good income.

This evening Papa presented the girls at the Duke of Wellington's coming-out ball. The elder for her second time, the younger for her first and her eighteenth birthday. Father primped them in beautiful gowns, jewellery and scent, and they presented themselves as innocent coquettes to high Society's eligible bachelors and widowers, and a few rich old married goats.

The males at the ball were a mix of young, old, handsome, plain, titled and common, but all were eager to hover and preen around the luscious display of nubile, fertile, females.

Papa's girls were among the most nubile and fertile at the ball, and admired by many as the most innocent. They tried to catch the Duke's wandering eye and entice rich males toward marriage or bed. Papa would later approach those interested and offer them sample beddings at a price.

At the ball the elder sister renewed her acquaintance with experienced and eager men, and her innocent sister was surrounded by a herd of preening males sniffing for a mate, or at least a bedmate.

If a man fancied either girl, or both, and wished to indicate his interest, he slipped Papa his calling card. Papa watched the display of flirtation and male banter for two hours. Then when the swirl of males was nibbling most actively at the bait, he whisked the girls away.

He escorted them out slowly, in full view, the calling card offers warm in his pocket. He squired them out to his carriage from under the male noses in the ballroom. His motto is, "scarcity increases demand, demand increases desire, desire increases virility, and virility increases paternity." And so he brought the girls home for supper, bed, training and pleasure.

He is pleased. His plan is working. Peckers and profits will be up this season.

Now supper has ended and he impatiently watches the maid clear the table. As soon as she's finished he dismisses her. She will hurry to her attic room and try to block her ears with sleep. She wonders if she will be trodden tonight.

Finally at ease he leans back in his chair, legs apart, eyeing his nubile pair-in-hand.

"Hymenia, I have fifteen cards for you including a gilt-edged card from the Duke himself. I think you'll be a significant earner this season."

"As for you, Virginia," he says to the younger, "I have thirty-four cards for you, including from the Duke, but I'm sending all your marriage suitors packing. None are suitable. They're boys, and no man or boy can know you like I do. They don't know your mind, body and desire. And you don't either. Only I do.

"But that changes tonight. It's time you were nested in. I'll teach, and you'll learn, and from tonight you'll find your desire only here, in this household, under me. What's more, we'll soon use your desire to help earn our income. You'll be in high demand. Now stop mopping and look at me!"

The

ingenue

raises red-rimmed eyes to his. She wonders what he has in store.

Papa notes the white lace gown he chose for her. He notes her broad hips, heaving breasts, and the swell and slot of cleavage. He sees her nipples poking through her thin lace bodice. He sees her stollen glances at his crotch.

Virginia feels her Father's authority and purpose. She sees his gaze and trouser tent. A new and unfamiliar yearning is warming her between her legs.

Hymenia watches them both. She is warming too.

Father thinks, "My Virginia. My innocent child. Tonight my bedmate. Soon my longing, and longing for me. Then forever mine."

He barks, "What d'you say?" Authoritative, strict, corrective,

She murmurs "Thank you," Meek, pliant, submissive.

He says quietly but more forcefully than ever before, "Your first lesson is to speak with firmness and certainty, daughter. You must always speak your mind and meaning. You must name what you need, ask for what you want, and receive your due."

She is compliant and has yielded to his control, "Thank you, Father. I need you, protect me, teach me, pleasure me, and show me what I want." It's a vow of submission.

His eyes drift down her body, from soft lips and slender neck to luscious breasts and baby-breeding hips. She's ready for first cock.

"Go to your bedchamber and wait for me. Tonight I'll drive childish romance from your mind. It's time you learned rod and staff. Just as your sister did after coming-out last year. Now she receives my rod and staff daily, and you will too."

Virginia leaves and he watches the sway of her broad hips from behind as he adjusts his cock. She's ready, and so is he. She's his next virgin. Her older sister watches and feels familiar warmth, eagerness and anticipation between her own legs.

The household bedsprings will sing tonight.

"Hymenia, come kiss me then wait in my bedchamber."

She goes to him, he kisses her, and his tongue slides in on hers. His left hand palms a tit, his right hand cups her arse, and his rough fingers delve into her moist warmth. She settles against him, her hand on his cock.

But he must attend to business before he can settle to her for the night, and he smacks her arse up the stairs to his bedchamber, then turns to Virginia's room.

He enters without knocking. She waits beside her bed, unsure but still wearing the white lace gown he gave her for tonight's consummation. She instinctively knew his need.

He shuts the door, strides to her, spins her to him, and pulls her belly full on to his hips, and to his pelvis and upright staff. His arms enfold her. Her breasts are pressed to his ribs and her cheek to his hard chest above his heart, where she feels it beating for her.

He leans in, draws her hair back, and lowers his lips to find the side of her exposed neck. He pulls her head to the other side to yield him access. With his front teeth he nips her neck, hard, low down, close to her clavicle, at the collar line. She is silent as he deliberately marks her.

His mark is positioned so as to be both private and public, cryptic and clear. Tomorrow when they walk out arm in arm he'll enjoy the furtive envious gaze of friends and strangers at his mark on his daughter. The straight-laced will be curious, fellow Hedonists will approve.

She succumbs pliantly to his mastering. She's his child again. Perhaps she always was and always will be. He approves of her compliance but in future will sometimes want the added pleasure of a struggle. He leans back and watches the mark bloom crimson on her neck.

Now he moves her, his large hands to her back and waist, his hip nudging her hip, leading her as easily as when he waltzed with her in countless childhood father-daughter balls to which he escorted her for many years. He backs her thighs against the high four-posted bed he has bought himself for her birthday. He grips her nape and brings her delicate mouth to his.

For the first time in her life he kisses her on the lips. She struggles to pull away but his grip tightens. She opens her mouth to protest and he inserts his tongue. He explores inside and she, not knowing her place yet but learning fast, acquiesces passively.

Soon an intense unfamiliar pleasure spreads through her lower belly. Her breasts harden and nipples stiffen and tingle. Warm and flush and seeking more, she tentatively responds, bringing her own tongue into play. Hers is small, his is large. She explores sliding hers on his. It feels big. It feels nice. He slides his deeper and when she responds to him he eases his grip on her nape. When she doesn't, he tightens it. He's training her. She's learning his need.

Soon without thinking she is loose in his arms, pressed against his body, her hands behind his neck, pulling him in, seeking his mouth and tongue with hers, her throat open to him.

He feels her body yield like all virgins do when taken in hand. It rarely takes long. The familiar spark of victory and surrender has ignited. He has risen to the joy and challenge of opening her. He's waited many years and is savouring the moment.

But she's still a virgin standing beside her still innocent bed and thinks tongue kissing is all there is to it. Not yet stripped, put on her back, owned, taken. Still unimagined are orgasms, penetration and lust. She doesn't know what Papa is about to insert into her body and mind.

She starts to say, "Thank you, Papa, that is nice. I had fun at the ball. I will see you in the morn..." but stops suddenly.

He is lowering her gown from her shoulders and exposing her firm tits.

"Papa..."

Silently he cups a hand beneath each, hefts its weight and and palpates it for consistency and response. He flicks a thumb across each nipple and watches them stiffen. She moans, and they both smell the sudden rush of arousal.

"Uhhh..."

He tells her to look at him then, while watching her face closely, reaches down, raises her hem and thrusts his fingers between her thighs. She flinches, moans and sags as he tests her entrance, then, still holding her gaze to his, he licks his fingers and tastes her cream.

"Oh... oh..." she starts to say, and he inserts his fingers gently in her mouth to share the taste.

He murmurs, "Delightful. And you come on quickly. That will be useful with

liaisons en passant

and busy clients."

"Thank you," is her automatic and trained response, though she doesn't know quite which new experience or complement she's thankful for. There are so many.

He turns to face her again, and in one deft gentle sweeping movement, as if tenderly lifting a child, grasps her waist with both hands and lifts her easily to lie lightly on her back with her broad hips at bed's edge. He drops to his knees, ducks beneath her gown and spreads her thighs wide. Between her legs he hooks two fingers in her satin bloomers and pulls them off.

She gurgles in a small voice, "P... P... Papa..." and covers her eyes with both hands.

In the filtered light and humid warmth beneath her lacy gown he pauses to inspect her downy mound and crotch. It's the prize he's been waiting years for. He breathes the aroma of her lubrication as he watches it drip from her tight slot.

He knows from the maid's and Hymenia's reports she has been kept from self pleasure. This thought has already raised his cock in its trouser tent to ultimate length, girth and hardness.

She will succumb to a full breaching tonight. From absolutely innocent, inexperienced and closed to even her own hand and hair brush handle. To fully open, penetrated and filled by a manly meaty sire cock that she will service for the rest of her life.

He leans closer. With his fingers he pulls open her swollen and parted lips to display her charms and jewels. Her bud peeks from its hood, her piss hole glistens, her inflamed inner lips are wrinkled, and her tight little anus winks and beckons full of promise.

He leans forward and latches his mouth to his new household cunt. He takes his time because he knows she will be a lifelong pleasure. He breathes her aroma and tastes her juice. He licks her. He starts at her arsehole and ever so slowly ascends to her clitoris. There he sucks hard on the bud, and uses his teeth and tongue on her.

She has never imagined such a sensation. It shocks her entire body. She writhes. She squeals. She attempts to throw herself to the side but her pelvis refuses to obey. It will only obey her Papa who has it gripped tightly to prevent her escape.

He is deliberate, demanding, exploratory, possessive. Her sensations are his. Her tension is his, her jerks, her shivers, her momentary eternal trances are his. They're all his doing, and therefore all his property.

She is warm, clouded and lost. The world has disappeared except for Father's mouth between her splayed legs. She feels so lucky and held. Her body has risen rigid on the bed, her shoulders pressed down, her back bent up, her belly risen and her cunt pressed against the agile mouth that works her to a frenzy. Her cries ring through the house. Her sister moans softly and works her fingers, and the maid turns in the attic and forgets to feign sleep.

Father is making no attempt to muffle Virginia. Her sounds are also his. He likes knowing her wail is winding through the house and into the other bedchambers. Everyone in the household will enjoy the moment of Virginia's breaching.

Father is the source of all pleasure in this well run household, and they'll all enjoy Virginia's first fucking. All their pleasures will be his. Their responses are his. Their needs. And finally when she has been fucked and they have all cum, all their mind's ease will be his.

He goes to work on his new cunt, lips, clitoris and arsehole, licking and feasting, nipping and sucking. He inserts his rigid tongue to find her hymen. He enjoys probing it's rubbery stretch and taught strength. Above him Virginia shrieks when he thrusts his stiff tongue deep and holds it there.

He holds still against the stretched hymen. He is anticipating his first cock thrust inside her. She was always his, and soon she'll also know it. And that she always was and will be.

He goes back to work, sucking and licking and tongue fucking her. He feels her rigid body rising to her first ever orgasm. When she cums she has a full body spasm and her thighs clamp on his head. He grips her buttocks fiercely with both hands, and uses his thumbs to pull her pussy lips apart, and drinks her first ever sprinkles eagerly.

Hymenia and the maid each furiously work their bunched fingers as deep as they can. When Virginia's orgasmic screams finally die down, the orgasmic wails of the other two wind back in return from their bedrooms. Virginia is too far gone to hear them, but Father enjoys his three girls' call and response.

Before Virginia can recover he rises and lays her lightly on the bed, on her back, in her white wedding gown, her legs apart, the gown folded up across her displayed belly, and bunched down below her bare tits. Her bloomers are gone and her naked downy crotch glistens with spit and cream. He will take her this way now, and later naked.

She watches him casually undress. It's the first time she has seen a man even partially undressed, let alone naked. He has protected her well.

She can't take her eyes of his hairy body, thick torso, tree trunk thighs, massive cock standing straight out and up at 45deg, and it's swollen purple cock-head. The shaft must be ten inches long and five inches in circumference. The glans is like a plum, and she doesn't know what he is going to do with it. For eighteen years he has kept her innocent of sex.

She may not know what he is going to do with it, but her body surely does. Her clitoris has fully emerged from its hood, her outer pussy lips are swollen and spread, her inner lips protrude like wrinkled come-hither red ribbons, and her never before explored little coin-slot cunt drains pussy juice down her arse crack.

Father climbs onto the bed and looks down at his young daughter.

"Remember no one knows your body like I do. Not even you. I know your capacity for desire, and what will give your body pleasure, and your mind ease. You don't know it yet, but you will learn that I will be the source of all this for you. Just as I am for Hymenia."

"Thank you, Papa. I know. Please. Please me."

With that he kneels between her legs, leans forward, supports himself over her with hands above and either side of her head, and lowers himself.

His practiced and erect cock easily finds her entrance and the cock-head lodges neatly in the soft hollow behind her pelvic arch. It knows the female body. When he feels it engage he leans further down. He is careful to press her sufficiently with his weight into the mattress to keep her in place, but not so tightly as to constrict her when she starts to struggle. He will enjoy her struggles when she tries to escape the invading cock.

He is covering her. Her lips are to the hollow at the base of his neck. Her breath warms his throat. Her scented hair wreathes below his face. His open mouth is pressed to her forehead. She doesn't know what's happening but know she is opening.

Then he thrusts. His cock-head, lubricated with pre-cum and cunt juice, stretches her open and presses in forcefully, spreading her cunt. She is tight. Her body yields excruciatingly slowly. He is patient but determined. When he presses up against her hymen he pauses and tells her to look at him and keep her eyes open. He wants her to know what he is doing, and that he belongs inside her. She looks up and locks eyes with him. He thrusts and breaks through.

Her eyes falter, and her scream tells the household she is breached, but he reaches up one hand and slaps her on the cheek. Hard enough to shock her back to attention on him.

The scream ends abruptly.

"Keep looking," he says, "you need to know I am inside you, and that you will take whatever I give you, whenever I want."

He sees assent in her eyes and a shift in her body as it responds to his cock-head still advancing inside her. He looks down and sees her lips distended taught and thin around his shaft which continues inexorably into her. He looks up at her face and sees her watching him owning her.

He leans down and says, "Open", and she opens her mouth and he kisses her and explores her mouth with his tongue and his cock continues to explore up inside her cunt. He appreciates every ripple in her cunt walls, feeling them for the first time.

Finally he bottoms out with his hairy pelvic bone pressed hard against her clit and mound. His cock-head is nestled under her cervix. His tongue reaches deep to the back of her throat.

She is his. He holds still for some minutes so she knows she is under his control, and he controls what he wants, and what he does, and what he takes from her.

Her lot is to be held and controlled, to serve and be served. He will be her need, joy, pleasure and ease of mind.

When he senses she has submitted to being entirely filled and owned by him, he starts to shaft her. He withdraws until his cock-head is all that's left inside, then thrusts back in suddenly and violently and deeply. She groans and grunts. Then he repeats it, and she groans and grunts louder. He slows down, then speeds up, slows again, changes speed and force and angle. Soon she is steadily climbing to the second orgasm of her young life.

Her cries are now singing through the house and Hymenia and the maid no longer pretend to be unaware. Father listens to their cries from their bedchambers as he fucks Virginia, and a vision of all three girls in his own bed flashes before him.