Barsky bedchamberlain

I got into trouble on the very first day of my service with the lady. Seeing her in beautiful, transparent clothing with a half-bare chest, I gaped and dropped the barrel from my hands. The crash of its fall so frightened the lady that she screamed, and, angered by this fright, ordered me to be flogged in the stables.

The groom Evlampy, with chuckles, laid me over the sawhorses, tied my hands underneath them so that I lay hugging them, and burned my bare backside with birch rods. It hurt, of course, but it was familiar, as my father had whipped me more than once for various misdeeds. When he had finished striping my bare backside with the rods, the lady entered the stables. I was ashamed that she saw

my bare, rod-striped backside, and especially the shameful part on display, which, as often happens during a whipping, had become excited and, like a bull's horn, stuck out between my legs. Though she was a lady, she was still of the female sex and I was ashamed before her.

Hearing her exclamation full of surprise, I, just in case, began to sob. The lady, without delay, ordered Evlampy to get out of the stables.

 — "Andryushka, does the groom whip very painfully?" she asked, approaching me.

Quietly whimpering, so as not to beg for more rods from her, I pitifully sniffled, showing that the whipping was oh so unpleasant for me.

 — "How mercilessly he has striped you."

Her fingers slid lightly over my backside, like a gentle breeze. Tracing the pink patterns from the rods, they descended lower, tickling the hair between my splayed legs.

 — "Is it bad when they whip you, Andrei?" she asked, running her fingers over my sack hanging between my legs.

 — "Oh, it's bad, matushka! Very bad," I answered, pitifully sobbing. "Forgive me, lady-matushka, I slipped up. Next time, I'll be careful."

The lady's hand touched my exposed shame, then squeezed it forcefully. My long, foal-like member, the horn sticking out under my belly, hardened in her fingers.

 — "Tell me, Andryusha, you've probably sinned with girls to the fullest?" she asked insinuatingly, fiddling with it with her fingers. Her other hand touched my dangling little sack.

 — "N-no, lady-matushka. My father strictly ordered me not to touch girls."

 — "Is that so?! I don't quite believe it. The girls, I suppose, hung themselves around your neck. Look what a big one you have, an organ like a foal's."

 — "Oh, matushka-lady, forgive me, I am sinful. It happened. Not by my own will. It was them, they seduced me, the shameless ones."

 — "Is that so? It seems to me you're lying. How was it? Tell me. Even if you did seduce, so be it, don't be afraid, I won't punish you for that. Just don't hide anything. If I feel you're telling me untruth again, then I might order the whipping to continue. Evlampy is not far away. So how was it?"

 — "It's shameful to say, matushka-lady."

 — "Well then, it seems I'll have to order Evlampy to whip you."

 — "I was bathing in the river, matushka-lady."

 — "How were you bathing?" she asked with lively interest, continuing to gently fiddle with my protruding horn.

 — "The usual way, matushka-lady. As lads usually bathe, without anything, without a shirt and trousers, that is. As if born into the light."

 — "Completely naked?" she asked with a gasp, squeezing my horn tighter with her fingers.

 — "Without trousers, matushka-lady. As if in a bathhouse."

 — "And so, what happened to you?"

 — "I climbed out of the river, terribly chilled and... needed to... relieve myself. Well, I run behind a bush, and there the servant girls—Fenka and Palashka—are squatting, staring at me in surprise. And as I appeared unexpectedly, they saw me, and from the surprise they sat down on the grass. And they even fell onto their backs from fear, legs in the air, and under their shirts they had nothing on."

 — "I know that village girls go without pantaloons. So what happened next?" she asked, as if not noticing how I was writhing on the bench.

From the touch of her fingers feeling my horn, it was becoming quite unbearable for me.

 — "I covered my shame, and Palashka beckoned me with her finger. 'Look here, Andryushenka, what I have,' she says, and lifted her shirt. Spare me, lady-matushka, it's shameful to tell further. It's all shamelessness..."

She squeezed my scrotum tightly.

 — "Ah, you haven't forgotten about Evlampy, have you?" she asked sweetly, and as if trying to hurt me, moved the skin on the horn several times. I involuntarily gasped. Not from pain, but from pleasure. A little more and, God sees, I won't hold back, I'll spurt juice.

 — "I saw her shame, thickly overgrown with black hair. Among them, a long slit was visible, going under her thick backside. The girl immediately covered herself."

 — "Show me what you have there, Andryusha," she sang in a honeyed voice, "Fenka will show you too, if you want."

 — "Fenka, is that my maid?"

 — "Yes, matushka-lady, don't order me executed. It wasn't by my own will. But by the fault of the shameless girls. They buttered me up, seduced me, the shameless ones," I pitifully whined.

 — "I said, for these sins, you won't have to answer to me. What then? Tell me quickly. Don't drag it out."

 — "I took my hands away, and the girls gasped and stared with all their eyes, brazenly, at my shame."

 — "Was it sticking out like it is now?" she asked, moving my horn.

 — "Y-yes, m-matushka. O-o-oh!"

 — "Don't sigh, it's not hurting you yet."

 — "I'm not sighing from that, matushka-lady."

 — "Endure as long as you can and tell me everything. And if something happens to you now, I won't hold it against you. Continue."

 — "Their eyes lit up and Palashka even reached a hand towards my shame. 'Ah no,' I said, covering it with my hand. You won't fool me. Look how cunning you are. Here I am, sitting naked before you, and you're in shirts.' I hadn't even finished saying this when Palashka pulled her shirt off over her head, presenting herself to me in her primordial form."

 — "Ah, the shameless one!" exclaimed the lady, squeezing my horn tighter. "And was she pretty, Andryusha?"

 — "Wonderfully pretty, matushka-lady!" I answered sincerely. "Just like she's poured. Full-bodied, buxom. And from behind, very plump. And after her, following her example, Fenka also bared herself. She, of course, wasn't as full as Palashka, but she was slender at the waist and her shameful place wasn't as thickly overgrown with hair. I removed my hands and the girls grabbed me. And I grabbed them. It's impossible to hold back when naked girls are sitting splayed out before you. They grabbed me... for it, and I grabbed them."

 — "What did you grab them by?" the lady asked, breathing excitedly, kneading my horn.

 — "By... the breasts, lady-matushka, and by... the shameful places."

 — "And they grabbed you?"

 — "Yes, lady-matushka."

 — "And what happened next?"

 — "Palashka pulled me... by it towards her, and herself onto her back... And I couldn't hold back. Forgive me, matushka, I don't know how it happened, the devil must have tempted me, but I sinned with the girls."

 — "How many times did you sin with them?"

 — "Three times, lady-matushka. Twice with Palashka, and once with Fenka."

 — "Was it good, pleasant for you with them?"

 — "Oh, matushka, I don't remember anything. Like a whirlwind picked me up. I lost my senses immediately."

 — "How did you lie down? On the grass, it must have been prickly?"

 — "Prickly, matushka. But at that time, you forget about everything."

 — "How did they bear you? You have such a big... member," she said, kneading my horn, which was languishing in her hand.

 — "Palashka, well, she bore it fine. Even asked for it deeper. And Fenka, she was more delicate, moaned as if in pain, scratched."

 — "But, it wasn't painful for her? Otherwise she wouldn't have allowed you?"

Saying this, I got so heated that my member jerked and spurted

onto the floor and the lady's squeezing hand a long stream of seed. Seeing that I was suffering, she helped me, making several quick movements with her hand, as if milking me. This indeed helped. I emptied myself dry onto the floor, making a white puddle on it.

Helping me, the lady gasped excitedly, breathed heavily, and was generally very agitated.

 — "Here's what, Andryusha," she said in a softened voice. "Come to me this evening in the bedchamber and continue your story. I want to know everything. And for now, I'll order the groom to untie you."

Squeezing my shame, which had lost its firmness, with her fingers once more, she left.

Entering the stables, Evlampy, snorting and muttering something indistinctly under his breath, untied me.

 — "You're lucky, lad," he suddenly said quietly. "Mark my words, you'll be our lady's bedchamber attendant now. She loves to listen to all sorts of amusing tales before sleep." And snorting, he added, "Just watch, keep your tongue behind your teeth, or you might lose it... along with your head. So, think about it."

As I was ordered, in the evening I appeared in the lady's bedroom. She was reclining on top of a down blanket, covered up to her chest with a thin, light coverlet. She no longer had her outer dress on and was reclining in just her nightshirt.

 — "I want to hear the continuation of your story. I want everything to be just like in the stables. I won't put you on the sawhorses, or tie you up, but take off your pantaloons, leave only your shirt on."

Embarrassed by her, I clumsily took off the trousers I had been dressed in after being taken into the lady's service, and remained in a short shirt that barely covered my shameful place. To my great embarrassment, just like during the day, my horn shamelessly rose upwards, making a bulge under the shirt. The lady noticed this but did not get angry.

 — "I've prepared for sleep and am lying without clothes, so I cannot get up. You'll have to climb onto the bed with me and settle next to me."

Embarrassedly hiding my eyes, I clumsily climbed onto the wide bed, marveling at the airiness and softness of her lush bedding. On swan's down, all of it, I suppose. Not like our rough hay pallets.

 — "Come closer. Lie down next to me. I can't reach you," said the lady, seeing that I had lain down at the edge.

I lay down next to the lady, very embarrassed and worried that my protruding horn was impossible to cover with the short hem of the shirt. Her hand immediately found the now well-known object, squeezing it firmly.

 — "You must tell me what you did with the girls?"

 — "Matushka-lady, I'm ashamed to say. We did everything that girls and lads do when they are together and want each other."

 — "I'm not asking about that. I'm interested not only in that, but in how you committed the sin with them."

 — "How can I show you, matushka, if neither Palashka nor Fenka are here?"

 — "No matter. I am here and also a woman. Show me on me."

 — "How can I, matushka-lady?!" I implored, unspeakably frightened by her words. "Have mercy, for Christ's sake. How can I show you on you, if it's shameful and nothing but depravity?!" "I don't think it's so terrible. And it's interesting. It's boring here. And your story will help me dispel the boredom. You finished your story where you grabbed each other. I'm interested to know how it was," she said, continuing to hold my erect horn.

Her fingers, tightly squeezing it, now moving along it, now firmly pressing, gave me courage.

 — "Did they grab you like this?" the lady asked with gasps, squeezing my shame. "Or tighter? Like this?"

From her squeezes, my hips involuntarily bucked upwards.

 — "Like that, matushka-lady, and stronger. And higher. Right at the very tip."

 — "Like this? Here?" she asked, moving her hand to the top of the horn and squeezing it.

 — "Oh! Yes, m-matushka, like that."

 — "And what did you do in