blindly with one hand, finding therewith the curled tawse that he had dropped beside her.
Chapter Two
Reginald Markham returned blithely from his first day of teaching at St. Hilda's where there was such a bevy of girls as had faintly but guiltily stirred his loins several times. The movements of his buttocks upon the saddle had but excited his vagrant thoughts more-much as he strove to suppress them-and, despite his thirty-five years, it was with a sense of boyish consciousness that he led his horse into the paddock and waited a long moment until the tingling in his thickened tool had subsided.
Upon his entering the house, Mary came to offer to him what she thought of as a proper curtsey-proper that is to her due station in life-which movement caused her cap, as usual, to come askew and her firm young titties to bobble beneath her dress in the same manner that had met the Vicar's searching eyes.
'Mistress is upstairs, sir, she is resting, in a state of grace, he said', Mary uttered all in one breath and priding herself much on remembering the phrase despite her failure to understand what it meant.
'In a what?' replied Reggie comically, but then seeing the girl's crestfallen expression, he added, 'Yes, of course, Mary. I will go up and make my arrival known and meanwhile a pot of tea would do us all good, would it not?'
'Oh yes, sir!' Mary responded enthusiastically, finding herself apparently included in the plural. Hardly twenty minutes had passed since the Vicar had departed and the Master should have met him on the road, she thought, but then gave herself the extra one that the reverend gentleman must have gone the other way.
Reginald was always a quiet walker (and had frequently been reprimanded in his youth for 'stealing up' on people, albeit unconsciously). Vanessa thus did not hear him ascending and was at that moment not so much in a state of 'grace' as of bewildered fervour. Having kicked off her drawers, she had removed her dress also and had cast it similarly upon the floor, thereafter crawling beneath the bedclothes in an effort to blot out from her mind the outrageous events that had passed. So far from being able to do so, however, her thoughts had dwelt continually on the tonguings, handlings and smackings she had received. Telling herself that she knew not what she was doing, she had closed her eyes, clawed the spare pillow down under the sheet and held it closely up under her cunny where its soft and smooth texture afforded her a distinct if exciting comfort.
It was not until the bedroom door opened that Vanessa appeared to return to her full senses, made to sit up and then-remembering her state of undress-sank quickly down again and peered over the edge of the bedclothes at her brother, who regarded her flushed face and tousled hair with wondering.
'My dear, are you well?' he asked.
The V… V… Vicar came', stammered Vanessa as if that were a sufficient excuse for her condition. 'I mean, he came and then I lay down and then-oh Reggie-I feel so strange!' burst she, producing a veritable flood of tears which caused him such concern that he immediately sat beside her on the bed and passed his hand across her moist forehead.
'What ails you, then?'
'I do not know, honestly I do not and-oh, forgive me', Vanessa uttered as his straying eyes fell to her drawers and crumpled dress.
As Reggie looked, he in turn flushed, for the drawers had by chance fallen in an 'open' position with the frilled legs apart and a distinct patch of moisture showing at the crotch.
'Ah', said he with something of a gurgle in his voice, for it must be said that, being only human, he had frequently heard the mysterious and not uninviting little sounds made by his voluptuously-bodied sister as she undressed. Now and then he had (all despite himself) imagined her attired only in a waist corset or stockings, and had even-with such guiltiness as often came upon him-envisaged her removing the very garment on which his eyes stayed.
'You wish the doctor?' he asked solicitously, a movement of his body then causing the bedclothes to glide down to reveal momentarily to his awoken gaze the creamy gourds of his sister's breasts whereon her pointed brown nipples peaked sharply and indeed, as it seemed to him, almost beseechingly.
'Oh no, no, no, it is nothing like that. I will be well tomorrow', said Vanessa unwittingly and then recalled the Vicar's parting words with such a start that she failed not only to cover her luscious titties but had quite forgotten the tawse which lay beside her and upon which Reggie's hand next fell.
'What is this?' he asked, curiously fingering the thick but pliable leather.
'Oh, don't know! Why do you keep asking questions?' Vanessa responded all but hysterically, then seeing his face fall she added more quietly, 'It is just a strap, I suppose. Mary found it behind a cabinet'.
'A strange one, indeed, for the end is split and there is no buckle to it I will take it downstairs if you wish'.
So saying, and being in fact rather at a loss to account for his sister's unusual behaviour, Reggie drew it up in the same instant that Vanessa turned to reach for it, with the result that one exposed and heavy tit brushed silkily against his hand, causing her nipple to stub against it in the process.
'Oh, Reggie!' Vanessa said as if in great dismay, and he withdrawing his hand hastily if regretfully.
'S… sorry!' Reggie stammered, 'I will-er-that is to say, see if tea is made and then-er-yes…'
And so mumbling and not a little pink about the cheeks, Reggie made his departure, leaving behind the tawse which Vanessa quickly thrust under the pillow beneath her head. Thankful that her brother had not observed that the other headrest was missing, she drew it up from between her extremely warm and moist thighs and lay back for a moment with a sigh, her bottom stirring on the sheet beneath her as if in memory of the most astonishing day in her life.
Reggie meanwhile had sauntered into the kitchen where Mary was in process of lifting the kettle from the hob. The deuce of it was that his prick had thickened up again and he wondered whether the girl would see it. She had a fine young bottom, he told himself, and he had viewed quite a number that day, albeit clothed.
'That was a funny strap you found, Mary', he said while she poured hot water into the teapot.
'I, sir? I didn't find one'.
'The one with a split end, you know, that you found behind a cabinet', said Reggie patiently.
'No, sir, honestly, cross my heart and hope to die-I didn't find nothing, I didn't', Mary said in the manner of one being accused of a great crime.
'Ah, well then, frightfully sorry, must have misunderstood', came the mumble of one who was even more confused.
'I 'spect the Vicar found it or left it or something like that, if the Mistress didn't', Mary offered with bright innocence, this causing Reggie to gawp somewhat for he could not imagine what a reverend gentleman would be doing with such a thing about his person. There was clearly something odd afoot which he could not fathom. Or at least not for a long moment. In fact it was not until he was sipping his tea that a distant memory swam back to him. He had perhaps been only about twelve at the time and had been staying with Vanessa at their Uncle Frederick's house. Running indoors from the garden to get himself a glass of water, Reggie had heard smack- slapping noises and squeals emanating from the morning room and had tiptoed towards it to see what was afoot.
Just at that moment his aunt had swept out of the selfsame room, her face not a little flushed, and behind her he had glimpsed-but for a brief moment-one of the servant girls bent over the table, her skirt to her hips and his uncle standing behind and to one side of her and steadily strapping her naked bottom with-yes! — by jove, that strap had looked much the same as the one on Vanessa's bed.
Thoroughly bemused, Reggie put his cup down and took his quiet way up the stairs once more, this time surprising his sister in an even greater fashion. Vanessa felt both humiliated and exhilarated and could not make up her mind which feeling was uppermost, much as she had tried to make the former the stronger emotion. Thus she had swung her legs out of the bed and sat for a moment holding them open precisely at the moment that Reggie made his entry.
'Oh! Oh, Reggie!' Vanessa ejaculated, though too late to hide that which his eyes had never before fallen upon- which is of course to say the fur of her thicket, beneath which he could just glimpse her pouting slit.-'Really, Reggie!' she expostulated, jumping up and thereby causing the lacy hem of her petticoat to flow upwards and
