Chapter 2: Training Begins

Amanda couldn't believe what had just happened in her Father's study. It was all so surreal. Maybe in the back of her mind, she knew that someday it would come to this, but she had never expected her Father to be the one to reveal the mysteries of sex to her. Outwardly, it didn't seem right, but in a strange, much deeper way, it did. She shrugged off her doubts, knowing that her Father would not be moved.

She took her shower, remembering her Mother's reminder to make sure that she was completely shaved all over. Father was very strict about this. She also took great care to wash every nook and cranny of her nubile young body. The hot water slightly stung her spanked ass cheeks, but it also soothed and calmed her as she finished preparing for her training. She was unprepared, however for the garment that her mother had placed out on the bed for her to wear.

It was... old fashioned. It was a white nightgown that had a high neck and a skirt that looked as if it would skim the floor when she put it on. The collar and long buttoned sleeves were trimmed in delicate lace and there was a row of tiny buttons that ran from the neck down the entire front of the nightgown. Amanda was surprised and a little disappointed. This was hardly the sexy garment that she had envisioned while she was taking her shower. But Father wanted her to wear this, and so she would. She didn't want to begin her training on a bad note.

However, the old fashioned nightgown had one more feature that Amanda had failed to notice while it rested on her goose-down comforter. When she picked it up to examine the buttons, she noticed that it was so sheer that the outlines of her entire body including her breasts and nipples would surely be seen even with a casual glance. She blushed completely down to the tips of her toes as her nipples contracted and hardened. There was nothing casual in the way her Father would be treating her in the next year.

She stood naked before the mirror as she had done hundreds of times before, but tonight, she realized, everything would change. She would begin to walk the path of true womanhood and learn everything she needed to know about being a good and obedient wife. If the sounds from her parent's bedroom were any indication, it was a never ending path that took you through every phase of your marriage, but she was willing to accept her role. Somehow it seemed more like her fate, mused Amanda silently.

She glanced at the clock on her bedside table and noticed that she only had twenty minutes to finish getting ready and present herself in Father's study. She heard a light knock on the door, and her Mother entered. Amanda stared at her Mother, who was wearing a nightgown that exactly matched the one she was holding in her hands. Her swollen, red nipples were clearly on display as well as the cleft between her buttocks and shadow between her thighs. Amanda's mother, Teresa, had a slim, tone body and worked hard to keep it that way because that was her Husband's wish. Luckily, she had good genetics on her side and her 36D breasts were still firm and proud.

Her Mother clucked and fussed as if nothing were out of the ordinary. She had a hairbrush in her hand and two long pink ribbons. She moved behind Amanda and started brushing her hair as she spoke. "You don't want to be late for your first lesson," Teresa spoke softly. "Father would be very angry. It would set a bad manner for the whole year. You have always striven to be deferential to your Father and so you will continue to be. He will expect more from you now, which is the main difference. I know that you will be a good girl and apply yourself to these new life lessons."

Amanda moved around to hug her Mother in earnest. Her naked breasts felt warm against the cool fabric of her Mothers nightgown. She felt the tingle begin again between her legs and her nipples began to get hard. When she pulled back, she noticed that her Mother's nipples were stiff also. Impulsively, she leaned forward and kissed her right nipple through the fabric. Teresa laughed and turned her naked daughter around to finish tying a single ponytail in Amanda's hair.

"I'm scared, Mom," Amanda whispered quietly.

"I can well understand," Her Mother replied. "I was too, in the beginning and I still get scared sometimes even after all these years. But one of the things that I have learned is that being scared is part of the thrill and I hope that you will learn to embrace it."

Teresa tied the second pink ribbon around Amanda's throat like a choker. She tied it not too tight, but not too loose either. Just enough to remind her beautiful young daughter that it was there. Quickly undoing the buttons on the top of the nightgown, her Mother lifted it over Amanda's head and settled it down around her shoulders before doing up the front buttons over the girl's pert breasts. The gown made Amanda feel almost like a little girl again instead of a woman about to be married.

Without saying a word, Teresa took her daughter by the hand and led her out of the bedroom and down the stairs. She paused and knocked at the heavy French doors to the study and the ladies stood patiently, hand in hand, and waited for Father to tell them that they may enter. When it came, however, the order was given by Amanda's fiancé, Evan. Startled, Teresa and Amanda looked at each other quickly before Teresa opened the doors and gestured for Amanda to enter first.

Amanda's Father, William, was sitting in his large chair, in its usual spot in front of the fireplace. Evan sat in a matching leather wingchair opposite William, staring unabashedly at the two entering ladies. Amanda, for her part, was totally mortified that he should see her on such display. She couldn't help but blush all the way down, causing her pert breasts to harden and exhibit themselves further.

Her Father seemed amused, Amanda noticed, at the young couple's discomfort. He motioned for the ladies to come over to where the men sat. "Sit, Sit," he waved. "We have much to discuss." As there was no other nearby chairs, Amanda followed her Mother's lead and sank to the floor to sit at Evan's feet. Her Father cleared his throat and began.

"We will begin your lessons with some basic ground rules. These are simple, but you had better remember them if you want things to go smoothly for you. First, the Husband is the Master of the house. Evan will assume that role upon your marriage, but for the interim, I will be the Master that will train you. You will address me as Sir, do you understand?"

Amanda looked up and nodded to Daddy. "Yes, Sir, I understand." Amanda's mother smiled at her little girl at this first sign of acceptance.

"Good," William continued. "Second, you will wear regular clothes anytime you are out of the house, unless your Master says otherwise. When you are at home, however, you will be dressed as your Master wishes you to dress. You will strive to keep yourself beautiful and ready for your Master at all times."

Knowing that that meant keeping fit, clean and shaved, Amanda nodded again and her Father continued.

"Next, you will learn different positions for presenting yourself to your Master. He may decide to inspect you or maybe just have you displayed like a work of art. Or he may decide to make use of one of your tight holes for his pleasure. You will have to remember the position numbers and be ready to present on command. As I remember, your Mother had a particularly hard time with that lesson," William shook his head, fondly remembering. "But she knows them well enough now," he growled.

"Two!" He barked and Teresa rose off the floor gracefully. She went to stand in the middle of the room, where the chair usually sat for a spanking and sank back down on her knees. She shifted her weight evenly on the balls of her feet and toes, resting her bottom on her heels, and spread her knees as wide as she could. Then, she brought her hands up to the back of her neck and spread her elbows wide so that the bodice of the gown was stretched tight against her puckered nipples. Her eyes were downcast as she held her position, and Amanda stared at the display that her Mother had created. It sent tingles through her young pussy as her Father continued.

"Fourth, Your Master will have the use of your entire body, including your mouth, pussy and ass. You will service him and others whenever and wherever he sees fit."

Amanda gasped and stole a look at her Mother. Teresa didn't quite meet Amanda's eyes and confirmed her worst fears that Daddy and Evan would eventually use her body like a common whore! The thought of this was unbearable, but what choice did she have? Did they really mean to stick their penises in her tiny asshole? Why did her nipples get hard at the thought? Amanda blushed as she realized that the room had gone silent and that all three of them were looking at her hard nipples, Evan in amazement, her Mother with lust, and her Father with a smile.