His father put down his fork, “For you see John if you rouse the wench gently, kiss her, finger her teats, feel her womanhood gently, probe it, allow it to ripen and open gently and ease and tease the maidenhead asunder the wench will pine for you, even years after she will see her man as second best and you as her one true lover, so be brutal to be kind John.”
“He has all sorts of straps and contrivances and whips you my use, he even has stocks to take the wench’s ankles and wrists all in a row,” the mother explained, “That way she cannot resist.”
“Mother!” John protested.
