because she knew not how to form such. From previous adventures, the wily cleric was well aware that such would be the case and literally guided her by her bottom into the first of several bedrooms, where, as she whispered almost inaudibly, her brother Reginald slept.
'It is next to your own?' came the enquiry.
'Sir, yes, but I do not think…', began Vanessa, finding words at last, for his insurgent fingers were by then pressing the various materials of her clothes and underclothes up into the plump bulge of her bottom in the most possessive way.
'It is wise to have adjoining rooms, my dear, for should you be indisposed or have need, then you may quietly call upon him in the night-is that not so?'
'B… but my room…', stammered Vanessa, whose facial cheeks were bright red while her nether ones could distinctly feel the commanding impress of his hand in a way that disturbed her much.
'Is not so nice as this? Oh, but I am sure it is much prettier. Have no alarm at showing it to me for I frequently have had need to call upon my lady parishioners when they have cause to languish in bed and am in need of such attentions as I can give them. The door is here? Ah yes! I say, what a delightful room! You have a window- seat, I see. I have a great fancy for such. A double bed, too. Far more convenient than a single one, I always think. May I close the door? You were asking me, I believe, about the usages and effects of the tawse'.
'No-no, I was not', Vanessa attempted to declare with some firmness whereat the Vicar boldly encircled her waist- slim, as he found it-and brought her with rather trembling legs to sit beside him on a decidedly bouncy bed.
'We do not wish to be overheard, do we, Miss Markham? I am very well aware of the feminine interest in the subject, much as some young ladies of your own modesty wish to veil it'.
'Yes, yes, I am very modest', Vanessa uttered gratefully at being able to pick up the word.
'Though not so much so, I trust, as you will disdain a serious discussion on the matter? Do you feel faint, my dear? Lie back a moment', urged the Vicar while a whimper of remonstrance issued from Vanessa's lips as the movement of his arm-guiding her with seeming gentleness and yet withal a demanding strength-caused her back to meet the counterpane and her neatly shod feet to dangle off of the floor.
Her lips parted in total wonderment that such a thing could be happening, Vanessa felt his free hand pass so swiftly and deftly up beneath her skirts that before a cry could escape her his palm had soothed around the slightly rough tops of her stockings and then essayed the rich milky skin above.
'Ah, no!' Vanessa gasped. Her shoulders made to rise but sank down once more. Levering his wrist strongly between her resistant legs, Percival found that which he most sought- to wit, the warm mound of her cunny whose furry prominence mounded against the palrn which he commenced rubbing gently through the cotton of her drawers. 'S… sir, I do not w… want!' she protested, turning her head this way and that while the gentle massaging of the heel of his hand against her clitty caused her to grit her teeth and flush right down to her neck.
'Lie still, Miss Markham, or I may need to demonstrate the use of the tawse on you sooner than I had expected', uttered Percival in such an authoritative tone as for a moment caused Vanessa to return to her even more youthful days when the commands of her Papa had been as those of the Deity. With a total sense of disbelief she felt him slide down as though he had dropped something upon the floor. Hence, believing such to be her moment of escape, she made again to rise and was producing the first flustered motions of so doing when both her uncovered legs were seized and-gripped firmly just above the knees by the Vicar's strong hands-were caused to dangle over his shoulders as he swiftly knelt before her.
'HAAAR!' Vanessa cried, though biting her knuckles as she did so lest Mary should hear.
The crafty cleric had counted much upon that and drove his hungry mouth immediately into the crotch of her drawers, feeling thereunder the rolled lips which impressed themselves through the cotton. Arching her back, her eyes wild, and clenching at the bedcover, Vanessa felt his lapping wetly there-indeed, just like a dog's. Bumping her sturdy, well-curved legs upon his shoulders, she gradually felt not only the crotch of her drawers wetting from his saliva but also the exudations that came from her honeypot.
'MUR-MUR-MUR!' she began to moan, much to the joy of the cleric. The tip of his tongue actually caused the few loose folds of her drawers at their most critical juncture to enter between her rolled lovelips, at the peak of which he could distinctly feel her clitoris erecting like a small but eager bud.-'HOOO-OOOH! NO!' came to his ears, which cry was a further delight to him since he well knew that such was frequently uttered when the very reverse was intended.
Gathering his hands under her bottom, he hastily sought the ties of her drawers and, tugging upon the waistband, brought that garment to descend to Vanessa's knees. His further action was then just as immediate and caught her by surprise as much as it had done other females in the past. Letting her legs slump heavily down, Percival rose and swiftly rolled the dazed young woman upon her face so that he was at last able to view the impressive twin demi-globes of her bottom.
No more lustrous orb had ever met Percival's eyes. The cheeks inrolled with that tight plumpness that produces at their meeting point a faint gingery hue which adds such pleasing contrast to the marbled whiteness of the bulging peach. As such a fruit, so indeed it felt, the cheeks being velvety and firm as he caressed them, parted them and allowed an enquiring finger to run up and down the furrow at whose centre Vanessa haplessly showed her crinkled orifice.
'GOOOOO!' came a wild sob from Vanessa whose hands now clawed forward as if she would drag herself beyond his reach.
That, however, he forestalled by laying one hand firmly in the small of her back and bringing the other with a firm SMACK! on her naked bottom.
'WHAAAAH!' choked she as the stinging impress of his palm and fingers caused a pink hue to stain the otherwise spotless pallor. At the same time, however-as her hips jerked resultantly-Vanessa's awoken clitoris rubbed teas-ingly upon the slightly ribbed surface of the bedcover, causing her to have two utterly opposing sensations, the which merged in the most curious way. At one and the same time her bottom burned and her belly seemed to be melting. Between her legs was a tiny pinpoint of white heat that had as equal an effect upon her as did the impact of that disciplinary palm. Her knuckles tightened and her flushed face was well hid.
All this Percival well expected. Observing the fervent quivering of her nether cheeks, he caressed their hot surfaces suavely and then smacked her again, bringing a 'YEE-EEEK!' from Vanessa that was quieter than her precious utterances. Her hips wriggled wildly and a hissing sound emitted itself from her nostrils.
One more would do her well, the Vicar decided. Her sobbings did not impress him at all, for her legs-having at first kicked rebelliously-now hung limp.
Smack! came his hand again, bouncing as it did off the resilient moon which with that became an even deeper pink.
'Nooo-hooo!' Vanessa squealed but once, and then the molten lava which had been gathering within her melted utterly, causing her well-furred pubis to grind itself wildly under the ridged material beneath her as she spilled her milky substance out in fierce little jets which at the last left her quivering, and indeed as if floating upon a roseate cloud.
'I shall attend upon you again tomorrow, my dear, and at this time', she heard distantly and then felt something thrown upon the bed, though could not bring herself to turn her head and reveal even part of her buried face to him.-'You will place it beneath your pillow and there let it stay until I return, Miss Markham', were his departing words.
Scarcely even conscious of where she was at that moment and feeling all the delightful creamy wetness under her, Vanessa lay utterly still as the door closed. Indeed, upon its doing so she did not then immediately rise but remained in a daze of wonderment exactly as Percival intended her to.
Descending the stairs slowly and magisterially, he found Mary hastening into the hall.
'Oh, sir, are you leaving?'
'I am indeed, my girl, and your Mistress desires not to be disturbed. She is in a state of rest, a state of grace indeed', the Vicar announced to the open-mouthed young maid who from his words somehow envisaged Miss Markham as being dressed in angel's attire and floating about her bedroom.
As the door closed upon their visitor, Mary crept to the foot of the stairs and listened, but she could hear not a sound from above and, after a moment's curiosity, returned to her domestic chores.
As for Vanessa, she curled herself up slowly, drawing her legs on to the bed and biting the corner of one of her pillows. Her bottom burned and her cunny tingled still. There was a lump behind her at her hip and she felt
