So You Want to be a _______ [Temara]

[Temara]

RE: So You Want to be a _______

"No, Kaleb. This is no house rules. This is as a concerned instructor and friend. If it is too soon, she could flow away from you. She burns too brightly..." She laughed, "And she throws me for enough loops that I am mixing my proverbs. Your sister is an amazing young woman, but you must temper her or she could be her own destruction, as well as yours. She has the same desires as you, but she has not your restraint." One hand went to Kumiko's lips as she debated how to say it; whatever had happened with Kaylee had marked Kumiko as well. She smoothed her robes and attempted to begin again.

"You will both have adversity in life, her way is to create her own path, not always realizing that things are not always obstacles. You understand that what appears to be an obstacle can be an opportunity as well, yes?" Once she was certain he understood, she made another small motion and a young lady who was about Kaleb's age appeared, dressed in the shift of the servants as well and bearing soup. "Eat. You will need your strength. For each of the four hours you are here a day, you will need to be able to present yourself in full majesty. Without penetration or expulsion. This will be tiring at first. Your mother understands the training, although not the extent. I will explain things to her that are exceptional." Which meant that his mother was going to know about their training.

 

[Arberus]

RE: So You Want to be a _______

The boy listened carefully, and nodded intently. He had not thought about it so much, but he could see Mistress Won's point. It wasn't hard to see at all, Kaylee's temper or flights of fancy getting them into trouble. It had happened before, though usually in ways they had no troubles with solving. Eventually. Or at least dealing with the repercussions of.

"Of course, Mistress."

Kaleb thought that made perfect sense, after all. Even the ways he'd been taught to fight had often stressed finesse and redirection over brute force, everything was knowing when and where to act rather than simply forcing a path. He considered just where else that could be the case, besides in battle, and realized slowly that he applied it a bit of everywhere, when she signaled the servant in and Kaleb turned his head, part of his mind questioning if he was going to be put to paces again, quite excited for the idea even if Mistress Won was still in the room, and even if it was a bit painful trying to endure it in his attempts to not come, and not be manipulated. Instead, she had soup, which was not quite as exciting, but also less dangerous. It took the smell reaching his nose to realize how hungry he'd become.

Full majesty? Did she mean entirely nude? It seemed strange to never wear clothes inside, but at least- wait "Huh!?" the boy protested as he realized what the next part meant. They were allowed to tease and toy with him, but he wasn't allowed to get off? Was that even possible?

...and Mama was going to hear all about it.

Flabbergasted, he fought for words for a moment or two, sitting there still mostly erect, much as these thoughts were rapidly encouraging him to lose interest, eyes lost and unfocused. It seemed almost like he would take a sharp snap back to reality, until he raised a spoon of soup to his mouth, and at least realized to stop staring in horror and control his mouth, if not to speak.

 

[Temara]

RE: So You Want to be a _______

"Good, eat", Mothers everywhere weren't too different. You needed food to keep your strength up.

Kumiko sat back and watched. As long as he has a healthy appetite, she would not worry. But that girl. That girl was trouble. But not nearly as much trouble as their older sister had been. The girl hadn't even lasted most of the training before finding interest in elsewhere, but she'd worn everyone out so much that Kumiko had arranged for a vacation for the entire staff. Her husband had not been pleased at dealing with a temporary staff for a month, but had understood the necessity after meeting her himself. These two he would meet first, so he could figure out if he'd be further inconvenienced. The only students that he'd felt the need to meet were of the Veli household and the Leviathan.

Once he was finished eating, however, the bowl would be removed and Kumiko would motion for him to stand. "You have a choice, young master. You can manage to become fully erect or I will make it so." Kumiko was still a beautiful woman, despite her age, in a way that most Gasian women were, only hers seemed to be even more exceptionally so. There was no doubt she could do as she threatened, it was just a matter of how awkward he would find it.

 

[Arberus]

RE: So You Want to be a _______

Kaleb had no problems with the world's mothers. They generally got along just fine.

While Mistress won watched and though, Kaleb lost track of the whole concept of the presentation, and everything else. She had set him on the casual course, which was nice and comfy, and helped, but also meant less worry about the house rules and maintaining that composure for a bit. As such, he showed through a bit- Kaleb was still young, and as much as his family pushed preparation, learning, and training in a wide variety of things, he hadn't exactly been left out to learn the harsher sides of the world. He was a kid. And it showed as he finally started to manage to make himself not think about how mother had training of some sort like this, and not think about how she'd hear anything about these goings on, and prepare himself to be capable of ever looking her in the eye or holding a conversation with her again. Sure, Papa and Mama flirted lots and lots at home, but they always had. That was different than.... this.

Kaleb had shrunken entirely by the time he'd finished enjoying his soup, and handed it off with a thank you to the servant, not sure what the protocol on their services was. Whatever the excitement earlier, it was safely lost on him to help keep the awkward thoughts away.

Kumiko started speaking?

"Ah?" Choice?

...oh.

Two points in the matter. A, this was an instruction, he intended to try to follow those while he underwent his training, to fully appreciate its benefits and teachings. And B, this was not a girl he could look at more openly- she was very definitively his teacher, mother's mentor and friend, the lady of the house, and a number of other things that made her... while still very appealing, he wasn't sure if they made it any less or not, very much not someone he naturally eyed as a potential interest. Married, to boot.

Nearly stammering the boy thought sexy thoughts, not the least of which including the disconcerting thought of Mistress Won in who-knew-what types of compromising positions, and started taking himself in his hand, working his fingers to try and cajole some life into it while all the same his shift of mood and mind had him trying to block things that would have counted as boner-killer material easily, out.

And despite his teenage propensity for such a thing, the odds were stacked too heavy-

Kaleb managed to bring some life to the thing, but it was certainly not racing toward erect so much as vaguely meandering there from the stages of half-flacid, while debating if it fancied a stop for lunch and picnic.