Little House Lewd: Chapter 8

Thursday morning dawned sooner than Laura wanted. She had not slept long before Mr. and Mrs. Brewster getting out of bed woke her again. She lay there as if she were still asleep to avoid interacting with them yet.

The morning went as it had the days before. No words were said that were not absolutely necessary. The difference that morning was that she was too embarrassed by her own reactions the night before to look either of them in the face. While she had calmed down in the night, the belt rubbing her as she moved around to help with the cooking and cleaning was getting her worked up again. Thankfully it was not as bad as it was last night; it was an annoyance, but manageable.

Or at least it was until her walk to the school house. The stormy wind had drifted the snow, forcing her to take high steps that  rubbed the belt against her. The struggle through the snow jostled her clothes so that the inside of her corset brushed her stiff tips. By the time she reached the shanty door she could feel a puddle of wetness inside the belt.

All day she strove to keep her struggles private. While actively teaching or listening to recitations she was distracted from it, but when they were all quietly studying she could not keep her mind off the incessant sensitivities. It was so new, so enthralling. She was almost more fascinated than aghast.

“Miss Ingalls?”

Laura was jolted out of her thoughts by Ruby’s concerned little voice.

“I’m sorry, Ruby; I was lost in thought” she apologized. “What is it?”

Ruby pointed at the door. “I think Uncle Lou knocked on the door.”

“Thank you, Ruby,” Laura said, getting up to let him in. “We will break for dinner now.”

While the students ate Mr. Brewster took her for a quick trip to the toilet. Afterwards he locked her back in and walked back towards his claim while she went back in to eat her own lunch.

“Want to come snowballing with us again?” Clarence asked as they put on their wraps.

Laura noticed Martha carefully kept faced away from her and did not encourage like she had the day before.

“Thank you, Clarence, but no. I think I’d best stay inside and prepare for this afternoon’s lessons. You all have fun,” she answered.

The afternoon seemed to go by in a haze, but finally it was four o’clock. She dismissed school with great relief. Even knowing she still had to get through the special lessons with Clarence was not enough to dampen that relief.

“Are you alright?” Clarence asked when they were alone. He crooked a finger under her chin and turned her face up to better see her. “You’ve been a little red all day. Are you getting sick?”

Laura shook her head. “No, I’m not sick. I’m fine, really. What do you want me to do today?”

His face was still concerned, and he held the back of his hand against her forehead.

“You’re really warm, Miss Ingalls. I think you might have a fever. I’ll walk you back to Uncle Lou’s.” He was already moving to get her wraps for her.

She considered letting him think that she was sick. If she did, she wasn’t likely to have to go through with the ‘lesson’, but it would also be dishonest.

“Clarence, I’m not sick…” she said again, feeling her face flushing deeper. “I’m… aroused.”

The admission was almost more than she could stand, but she realized that enough of her dignity had eroded over the week that she was able to say the word. Still, she could not look at him.

“Oh,” he responded, sounding dumbstruck. Then his tone changed playfully. “I didn’t know I had that kind of effect on you, Miss Ingalls.”

Laura glared at him as sternly as she could. “It’s not funny, Clarence!”

He chuckled a little. “No, no I know it’s not. Till yesterday I’d been in a rut for weeks, so I know it ain’t funny. Want me to help?” A moment later he seemed to come to a realization. “Wait, with you locked up in a belt I guess I can't exactly do much for that.”

Laura sat down in her chair and rubbed her temples. An abhorrent thought crossed her mind to ask Clarence to touch her chest, but she couldn’t stand the embarrassment to make such a request.

“What got you so worked up?” he asked.

She didn’t want to tell him. Just thinking about what had happened made her throb. But the week had been so bad, so difficult, that she must talk to someone about it or she felt she would simply collapse. So she told him everything.

Clarence listened while she poured out the tale of her frustrating week, her family’s financial struggles, her blind sister who must  finish college. He did not interrupt her explanation of what his uncle had done to her the night before to arouse her so shamefully. She was near tears when she got to the end and he pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back and tucking her head under his chin in a way that reminded her so much of Pa that she could not help but hug back.

“It’s alright,” he soothed. “Take it easy. It sounds like a lot to put up with, but think about why you’re doing it. It’s only 8 weeks. Not even a full 8 weeks anymore! You’re almost done with this one. 7 more weeks will be gone in no time!”

She snuffled her unshed tears back. He was right. This was not going to be forever. She need only keep her wits about her and she would be able to get through the awful experience and go home.

Finally calm, she pulled back.

“Thank you Clarence,” she said gratefully. “I really appreciate that.” She smiled up at him, and he grinned back down at her.

Saucily, he teased, “You really are tiny from this angle, Miss Ingalls.”

Laura laughed, and he joined in. “I’m still your teacher, even if you are bigger than me.”

Then, shyly, she asked, “Do you still want your lesson today?”

“Nah, I think we’re good for today. We’ve got 7 more weeks for extra lessons after all,” he answered good naturedly, and she noticed that his brown eyes twinkled just the way Pa’s did when he chided Ma.

Laura was glowing warm the whole walk back to the Brewster’s, the pink in her cheeks nothing to do with the effects of the belt.