Displaying a cool detachment toward others of his own age, Harry spent more and more time with the older, more learned men of the profession. He met justices of the supreme court, had tea more than once with the Lord Chief justice and generally let it be known that he wanted to rise to the pinnacle of jurisprudence.
Somewhere along the way, it was mentioned in a subtle manner, that the stability of marriage and a family lent a greater dignity to a young man who wanted to be recognized as one of the top legal talents in the country.
Just as simply as that, Harry decided it was time to take on the cloak of respectability that came with a bride. He made a careful survey of eligible young ladies whose family background was beyond reproach.
Of them all, one, Charity Durnsford seemed the most suitable by far. Not at all a worldly woman in appearance, she seemed to have a good mind and all the necessary qualities to make her an excellent chatelaine of his home.
Prior to their marriage, Harry forced the discussion to matters of Godliness as opposed to the world of the flesh and carnality. Her answers were so right that he almost saw a halo bloom above her primly held head.
They married and his prim virginal bride came to the matrimonial bed with a book of poetry and chaste thoughts. At least, that was how he felt about it.
Before long, Charity was acting in a most worldly manner indeed as she made it clear in many not so subtle ways that it was not a fit thing for a wife to retain her cherry.
Feeling himself being backed into a corner, Harry decided it was time they produced a child. With that in mind, it was not too difficult to face the task of lying a top his nude bride and actually pressing his cock into a slit that was warmer and softer than he imagined for a woman of such spiritual appearance.
After the pain of the rupture had passed, his wife threw her legs around him and pulled him deeply into her cavern. He was shocked at her conduct, but tried to make allowances on the basis of the shock involved in the loss of her virginity.
When she repeated her request the following night, he was appalled. After all, he reasoned, once should be enough to produce a child. With as much dignity as she could muster under the circumstances, Charity informed him that in reading the orderly tombs of the law, he had neglected his education in biological matters and induced him to keep screwing her if he wanted a child.
Only when her belly was obviously swollen with child did she admit to the fact that she was pregnant. His job done, Harry was content to leave off the unsanitary task of filling her slimy slit with his cock which felt so much better when he rubbed it in his clean hand until it spurted.
In due time, the child was born, a healthy girl whom they named Faith. To Harry's delight, his wife stopped pestering him to toy with her cunt and he felt that life had become beautifully orderly again.
What he didn't realize was that, tired of having to beg her husband for her ration of hot meat in her oven, Charity had solved the problem by ascertaining that the handyman was handy with one tool more than Harry was aware of.
He was a well built fellow with a lovely big whacker who knew how to use it and used it well and as frequently as possible with effects which delighted Charity and kept her quim hot and throbbing at all times.
His effect became too good, however, and Charity discovered she was with child again. When she was four months pregnant, she thought nothing of telling her husband it was time to produce another child.
Overcoming his nervous protest, she opened her legs that night and brought his semi-limp tool into her box. She almost had to hold it in place with her hand and finally masturbated it with just the head sticking in between the lips of her cunny.
Pretending that it had been wonderful, she informed him that her womanly instinct told her he had done the job well and that she would have a baby. When she did have a husky son five months later, Harry, all lawyer and no mathematician or biologist, seemed quite delighted and didn't even notice a resemblance to the handyman rather than to himself.
Charity did notice it though and before long, the handyman reluctantly packed his precious tool and left the best damned job he'd ever had.
For almost ten years, Charity managed to keep life in her neglected body. At last, with nothing more than a moderate cold troubling her, she seemed to convince her body that it was reason enough to provide her with an escape from a life that had become intolerable.
Her death came as something of a shock, but Harry quickly saw that he had become a brave, tragic figure. Sorrow fled as of that instant. He nourished the image well and let it be known that he would carry on alone with the education and development of his children.
He hired an old man to tutor them, but before long, it became obvious that the children were too spirited to be handled by the trembling old shadow of a man. It was then, remembering how effective corporal punishment had seemed to be, that he went in search of the type of tutor who could do the job well.
Never for a moment did he consider the possibility of a male. To him, the dominant, punishing figure was female and looked much like the mother of his boyhood friend.
For a long time, he advertised his need and interviewed many applicants until at last, he discovered Elizabeth.
When everything else had been checked out and found to be satisfactory, he asked for her opinion as to the most effective methods of discipline.
There was a hint of a new light in her eyes as she described the efficacy of the cane, birch and strap in the training of children. He hired her instantly.
On the very first day of her employment in his home, Elizabeth found it necessary to take Faith across her lap, bare the nicely developed behind and spank it thoroughly. Harry watched the punishment in silent approval.
From that time on, Harry spent as much time as possible at home. He did his studying there and prepared his most difficult cases in his study with one ear cocked for the sounds of discipline in the next room. Elizabeth agreed that he demonstrated the proper paternal interest in his children by wanting to view their punishment and, from time to time, concluding it by administering a few spanks to the already well warmed bum of the culprit.
Harry felt confident that she didn't realize how each time he watched a punishment, whether or not he participated in it, his cock stiffened instantly and, after it was over,-he hurried away to jerk his stiff cock until, with a rush of wonderful release, he moved his hand away and saw the proud bird spurt juice in a high stream.
Edward Cartwright
The Family Man
CHAPTER FIVE
Now, after almost six years, the thrill of watching one of the children being beaten by the beautiful, stern woman was even greater than ever.
As the children developed fleshier posteriors and thighs, especially Faith, Harry found his cock growing strong and excited even at the mention of a spanking or a beating with cane or birch.
Frequently, he would summon Elizabeth to his den for a discussion of punishment methods, recent beatings and the reaction of the children to them.
As they talked, he sensed that he was not alone in his excitement, yet he didn't dare press the issue for fear that he would alarm the woman and she would leave his employ. That, to Harry Brougham, would have been the ultimate disaster.
And yet, more and more lately he sensed that the tutor was waiting, almost begging him to advance the employer-employee relationship another step into a new world of excitement.
Time after time, Harry promised himself he would do it, but each time, his courage deserted him at the crucial moment.
Now, sitting in his library the day after viewing the delicious birching of his maturing daughter, Harry felt his cock stretching until he felt it would tear right through his pants.