Samantha

Training


I asked Damien in the morning break if he'd like to come home for tea with me. He seemed pleased.

At tea he slouched and spent all his time looking at me in a very funny way. After tea Paula said it was nice to see him and asked if he needed a taxi home.

"Not for you I don't think, do you, Sammy?" Paula said when Damien had gone.

I shook my head.

"Surely there are some nice boys at college?"

"There's Martin," I said. Martin was on my course and always followed me around.

"Is he a yob as well?"

"Oh no, just the opposite," I said.

I brought Martin home for tea on Friday evening. He sat up straight, held his knife and fork properly and even managed to have a sort of conversation with Josh.

Paula's verdict was: "A bit wet, but he'll do. But don't encourage him, you know what boys are like."

I didn't really. The only boy who had ever touched me was a boy called Neil Rankin who had slobbered all over me in the kitchen at a church social.

On Saturday morning I took Paula and Josh their breakfast in bed. Josh was sitting up in bed, but without a pyjama top. I couldn't believe how hairy his chest was. Paula was under the covers. As I put the tray down beside her I could see her shoulders were bare, so I left quickly in case she sat up not realising I was there.

On Sunday morning I had to take Paula's tea to her in the bath again. This time when I went into the bathroom I made an effort not to stare at the floor. I looked Paula straight in the eye even though she sat up in the bath as I knocked and entered. As I turned to leave Paula asked me what my plans were for the day. I said I didn't have any. Paula asked me if I'd help her do the plants in the conservatory. Even though she was sitting there with her front exposed I didn't feel as awkward as I had the previous week.

Later, when we were tending the plants Paula said, "You don't masturbate, do you, Sammy?"

I was so shocked she should even say such a thing. "Of course not," I said indignantly.

Paula left one of her long pauses. "I suppose the nuns told you it was a mortal sin or something, did they?"

"Well, yes," I said.

Another pause. "You should. It'll relax you, you're so uptight, Sammy. And it helps reduce pains, you know. And it's fun," Paula said, wiping the leaves of the rubber plant.

Luckily she didn't say any more about it.

After dinner, when we were in the kitchen Paula said, "I've got this for you." It was a video tape. "Watch it when you get upstairs, will you? Watch it twice."

I said I would.

"Then copy it exactly. Will you do that, Sammy?"

I didn't quite understand what she meant but I said 'yes'.

My little TV had a built in video player. As soon as I put the tape in it started playing automatically.

I sat on the bed.

On the screen was a girl standing naked, her right hand trying to preserve her modesty. But as the camera zoomed in I could see that her hand was in fact moving. Then a woman with a thick European accent started saying, "Now, she touches herzelf gently, caressing her pubic hair, and now she feels a leetle beet herzelf between her legs, just ztroking the lips of her zex to make herself feel good. Now she moves her feet a leetle apart so she can touch herzelf better."

I was dumbstruck as I realised what the girl on the film was doing.

"Now, she zits down on her bed..."

As I watched the girl sat on the bed, one foot on the floor the other drawn up to her bottom so that you could see everything she had. I could not believe that anyone would do such a thing so willingly, so blatantly in front of a camera.

"Now, you zee she is playing with her clitoris, making circles on it, gently pressing only. Now, she moves her hand down, stroking the outside and the inside parts and you can zee she is enjoying it now."

The camera was so close to her that every little movement she made, every wrinkle of her flesh could be seen.

"Now, you see she puts a middle finger inside herzelf and she moves it in and out, zlowly, then more fast. Now she takes the finger out and, ya, she pulls back on the clitoris area and now, zee, you can zee her leetle clitoris which now she touches directly with her finger's tip only."

"Now also, with her other hand she caresses her breasts. She squeezes and rolls her nipples like this. For some women zis in enough, zey can have an orgasm just in this way. Lucky, no? But see how hard her nipples are now. Zis is usual when excitement is high, and her face is flushed. And on top of her breasts is flushed also."

"And now she is moving her hand much faster and now she is more rough, less gentle with herzelf."

The girl was beginning to grimace and was no longer sitting so still on the bed.

"Ya, and now look when she squeezes her nipples? You zee they look softer now? This is sometimes the case just before orgasm, that the nipples they go a little softer. And the hand, now it goes very fast and you see how her whole body is suddenly tense as she is about to reach her orgasm? And now, ya, now she is coming, and you see her eyes are now tight shut with the pleasure of it, and ya," and the commentator chuckled, "ya, you hear as she lets out a little sound of pleasure as she has the orgasm. And now she begins to relax, but still she touches herzelf a little. And now she is finished. She looks happy."

The girl was smiling broadly at the camera. The screen went blank and I could hear the tape rewinding itself.

I was dumbfounded. I sat, just staring at the blank screen, open mouthed, not quite believing what I had just watched.

The machine clicked as the tape finished rewinding. I got up, I was shaking all over. I started the tape playing. I watched it a second time.

When it had finished I wrestled with my conscience. I couldn't possibly do what I had just seen. But I had told Paula I would copy what I saw. And I felt a strange longing, an urge, a desire to do it. And the girl had looked so happy.

I started the tape playing for a third time. I stood beside my bed. I stripped off my shirt, my shoes, my socks, my jeans, my pants and stood there shameless and naked. I was shivering but it wasn't cold.

I put my hand where the girl had her hand. I began to stroke my pubic hair as she stroked hers. I felt myself. I felt so wet that I looked down to make sure everything was all right. It was. I felt a huge sensation of relief just at the very first touch of my fingers. It was like the feeling I got sometimes when I washed myself, only much more intense.

But I could not wait for the girl on the film. I sat on my bed as she had done, displaying myself in an unthinkably immodest fashion. And I did it to myself. I pushed a finger into myself and quickly moved it in and out. I liked it. But much more, the feeling when I put my fingers on my clitoris and began to move them in little circles was so intensely wonderful. And my nipples were hard, rock hard. I squeezed them until it hurt. Such pleasure!

Now I was going at it furiously, and I knew that I was going to have an orgasm.

And there it was, I was having an orgasm. It swept through me with such force, such a strong, overwhelming feeling it took my breath away. And afterwards, such bliss too. I felt peaceful, happy.

I got up and switched the TV off. I cleaned my teeth. I didn't put my night dress on, I slept naked. I had never done that before.

I must have been smiling when I came down next morning.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you, Sammy?"

I had to admit it.

"I did," I said. "I did." And it was so nice to have this secret to share, this naughty, private thing between me and Paula. I had brought the tape down with me, but Paula told me to keep it.

Halfway through breakfast Paula announced, "Sammy had her first proper wank last night, Josh."

I was stunned. I dropped my knife onto my plate I was so shocked. I felt betrayed, and afraid of what Josh would say.

But Josh just said, "Hmmm? Jolly good," without even lifting his nose out of his paper.

I couldn't believe Paula had told him. Nor that Josh did not react angrily as my father would have done. Not that anyone would have dreamt of saying such a thing in our household.

All day I couldn't think of anything except what I had done last night. I now realised that the peculiar feeling I had had at school the time I slipped down a climbing rope had been an orgasm. I had thought I wasn't well.

I couldn't wait to get home. I hurried us through dinner as best I could. After, Paula said, "My, you are in a hurry tonight, I wonder why?" Then she burst out laughing. "I know," she said, "why don't you try it like this tonight?"

And then she gave me some very explicit instructions on what I had to do. Even as I listened to them I could feel myself starting to tremble.

I did exactly as Paula had told me. I undressed in front of the mirror and dropped my clothes on the floor. I knelt on the bed, my knees apart, my bottom in the air, my head on the pillow. I put my hand between my legs. That wetness was there again. This was a rude position to be in, but I did not feel sinful.

I did it like that. It didn't take long. I didn't want a rest. I went into the bathroom. As instructed I stood in front of the full length mirror with my feet well apart. There was a shower head next to the lavatory, I suppose for bidet use. I turned it on, adjusted the temperature and directed it between my legs as Paula had told me to.

It did not seem to be having any effect. I changed the setting and found that needle jets gave the best sensation. I opened my sex with my free hand to try that. Then I pulled back the little hood from my clitoris and directed one sharp jet directly onto it. It was electrifying.

I stood there like that, my knees slightly bent, holding myself open for the jet. I could feel it coming very slowly, I wasn't sure the water would be enough to take me all the way. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked so wanton, so depraved. If the nuns could see me now!

It worked. It took time, but I had an orgasm just by working those little jets over that centre of sensations. When I came my legs buckled and I had to hold on to the lavatory for support.

I wanted more. I wondered how many times one could do it. My instructions were now to loll in a half full bath and stroke myself, just gently, just to see what sensations would come from touching myself in different ways, in different places. To experiment.

Until today, at least until yesterday, I had never even undressed without first putting my night gown on. At school one got into the bath as quickly as possible even though nobody could see you.

I lazed in the bath for an age, letting my fingers roam over my body. Doing things to my nipples, squeezing, pulling, pinching, tickling, just to see how it felt.

And playing with myself down there. Putting fingers inside myself, massaging myself all around there, pinching my little clitoris - which hurt but was strangely pleasurable. I did everything I could think of.

I did come again. I had a third orgasm lying there in the bath. I stayed there, just staring up at the ceiling for a while, completely at peace.

I went to bed naked again, enjoying the feel of the sheets against my body.

The next morning I was floating on air. I felt no guilt.

"Did you do it as I said?" Paula asked.

"Hmmm," I nodded. "Three times. But you won't say anything to Josh, will you?" I said.

"Of course not, Sammy," Paula said.

During breakfast Paula said, "Sammy wanked herself off three times last night, Josh, once on her bed with her arse sticking up in the air, once with the shower and once in the bath."

I could not believe it! She had lied to me, a direct out and out lie! She had said she would not tell Josh!

"Well, well, well," Josh said. "You are energetic." And he went back to his paper.

But then Paula turned to me and said very coldly and deliberately, "And you, don't you ever try and tell me what I can and can't do in my own house. Ever. Is that clear?"

Suddenly I had a terrible, chill feeling in the pit of my stomach. "Yes, Paula," I said.

Her suddenly turning on me like that had frightened me. She was so cold, so menacing. I had never seen her like that before. I was fighting back the tears.

When we were in the kitchen Paula said, "Do it today at college, in the loo, during morning break." This was not the usual, gentle way she asked me to do things - her tone was harsh and demanding.

"Yes, Paula," I said, but I did not meet her gaze.

"Look at me," she said. "You will do it or not?"

I looked her in the eye and said, "Yes, Paula, I will."

When I got up to my room I cried. Paula had been so unpleasant and I didn't understand why. Had I done something wrong?

At college I did it in the loo at break time, trying hard not to make any noise.

I told Paula when I got home that I had masturbated in the college lavatory. Paula was as nice as pie. I fully expected her to announce it to Josh during dinner, but she didn't. Later, when Josh was in his study, Paula said I shouldn't do it for a while now. She told me to wait until she said I could do it again, and in the meantime not to mention it. I agreed. Anyway, this was my week.

On Saturday morning I took Josh and Paula their breakfast in bed. This was our third Saturday morning. Paula was sitting up in bed, she wasn't wearing anything on her top. I could hear Josh in the shower. As I put the tray down Josh came out of the bathroom drying himself. He had a towel wrapped round his waist. I looked away. Paula asked me if I wanted to go shopping with her, did I need anything, when would I like to go? She was keeping me there on purpose. Out of the corner of my eye I couldn't help but see Josh. Josh kept his towel on, of course. Paula told me in the future I was not to knock when I brought breakfast or tea up in case one of them was asleep, I was just to come in as quietly as I could. I rushed out as soon as she stopped talking to me.

The following Wednesday I had an early finish so Paula asked me to get some shopping for her.

When I got home I went into the kitchen.

"In here!" Paula said from the conservatory. I took her shopping through to her.

She was sitting in a chair reading a book, her back was to me. As I approached she said, "Just a moment, Sammy."

And then I saw that the front of her white trousers were undone and she had a hand down there and she was doing it to herself.

I couldn't move, I was rooted to the spot. I suppose I just stood and stared at her.

I saw her shudder and heard her let out a quiet 'ooooh'. Then she turned to me and said, "God, that's a disgusting book." And putting it down she said quite normally, "Now, did you get everything?"

I tried to act as if nothing had happened even though I was shaking again.

On Friday evening I was having a bath before dinner when I thought I heard my bedroom door open. Before I knew it Paula was in the bathroom. Instinctively I sat up and put my arms across my breasts.

"There you are, Sammy. Josh and I have decided to go out for a meal, so your time's your own. We'll see you tomorrow. Breakfast at the normal time. Bye." And she walked out.

The next morning they were both asleep when I took them breakfast. I left the tray and tip-toed out.

On Saturday afternoon I was helping Paula with some tidying up. I decided to show her I was not shy about things anymore so I said, "You haven't, er, forgotten have you?"

"Forgotten what?" Paula asked.

"You know," I said coyly, glancing down at my lap.

Paula turned to face me. "Are you asking me if you can masturbate?" she said coldly.

Instantly I had that horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach again.

"Well, yes, I suppose..." I started.

"What did I tell you last Tuesday?" she said severely.

I didn't reply, I was on the verge of tears.

"WELL?" she said.

"Not to mention anything about it," I said meekly.

"Not to mention anything about it. To wait until I said you could do it. Go to your room." Paula was raising her voice at me now. "And remember, you're barred, barred from touching yourself until I tell you otherwise. Now go to your room and stay there till I tell you to come out. Do you hear me?"

I looked at her not thinking she meant it.

"Well, go on!" she said. She was shouting at me.

I turned and rushed out, tears welling up in my eyes. I ran upstairs and fell onto my bed sobbing.

Dinner time came and went. At about 11 o'clock Paula knocked on my door.

"Sammy? You can go to Mass tomorrow morning, then we'll see you at breakfast. Good night."

Her tone was soft, I felt better.

"Goodnight," I said.

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