outwards even more revealingly so that the full vision of her stockinged thighs, her hips, her nest and part of her bulbing bottom were all to be blissfully seen before she hastily tugged the garment down again.
'I say, Vanessa, that strap!' said Reggie who was not to be put off and indeed felt the blood trilling in his veins at the revelations of his sister's luscious semi-nudity.
'Strap? Strap? Oh, go away! Really, you shouldn't see me like this, Reggie!' protested Vanessa who could not fail to see in turn the protrusion that was by then so marked beneath his trousers.
'Well, Mary did not find it-that was all I was going to say', her brother answered shamefacedly.
'Ho! Is that all? I found it on my bed and I thought she did', Vanessa replied all too quickly and could have bitten off her words, for in view of the fact that only one visitor had appeared that day the conclusion to Reggie was that something very odd had occurred.
'Your bottom is red, Vanessa', he blurted.
'What? Eh? Reggie, how dare you say such a thing to me, and how dare you look! Mary, Mary-please come and help me dress', Vanessa called out frantically, wishing even more to be rid of this conversation than that her brother should have seen her naked derriere. Backing away and holding her petticoat tightly across the front of her thighs, she watched then dry-mouthed as he grabbed at the tawse which was coyly showing its tail from under her skewed pillow and made his exit with the air of one who had filched the Crown Jewels while Vanessa's beseeching 'Reggie!' followed him down the stairs.
En route, he inevitably bumped into Mary who was hastening up in some wonder.
'Mary, I say, I believe she is in an excitable state. Do what you can to quieten her', he whispered.
'Yes, sir', answered the maid conspiratorially. In passing him her thigh sidled against Reggie's erection, the which caused both of them to start and he to fear that Mary would cry out. Instead, though, she bit her lip as though to conceal a not displeased grimace and even offered him a pert little grin over her shoulder as she went to enter Vanessa's room.
The minx, Reggie thought, but the deuce of it would be that she would now wonder why his prick was up, particularly in view of Vanessa's state of undress. Life was getting oddly complicated all of a sudden and he had no desire to stay in the house for a while. Besides which, he was holding the damned strap, and Mary would have seen it.
The only person left to see was the Vicar himself and it was to the Vicarage that Reggie took himself, though scarce knowing what he was going to say on arriving, and with his spirits rather descending the closer that he rode there. Even so, as he told himself, he could but say that he was returning the cleric's visit and see what, if anything, he had to say about Vanessa's strange behaviour.
Knocking hesitantly upon arrival, he was let in by Maude, the housekeeper-a buxom woman who kept herself 'in trim', as she always declared and was frequently pumped by the Vicar's powerful cock when he had no one else to attend to. For such services, Maude was well rewarded, and more so since she occasionally assisted in the 'conversion' of girls who came to prepare themselves for communion or something of the like.
One such at that very moment was immured with the Vicar, and Reggie heard a distinct squeak coming from behind the study door.
'I believe as the Reverend is engaged at the moment, sir', said Maude with considerable understatement, 'But if you was to wait!..'
'Who is it, Maude?' then boomed the Vicar's voice whereat the housekeeper uttered Reggie's full name, this producing a momentary thoughtful silence until the order came, 'Then show him in'.
'Oh-wer!' uttered the young girl who at that very moment struggled to push down her dress even as the door was opened, whereat the visitor was accorded the most fetching of visions-albeit momentary-of the slim legs and pouting pussy of one scarce seventeen whose face was bright red and her bottom pink.
'You were naughty and you have learned your lesson, have you not, Sally?' the Vicar asked of her before addressing Reggie.
A sound came from the girl that might have been yes or no. Reggie was not sure which. Her head bowed, the girl rushed passed him, though-unseen by him-was quickly gathered into the arms of Maude who swiftly bustled her into the drawing room, there to give her what she fondly called 'a little talk', which was more in praise of Priapus than of prayer, though always delicately put and which caused most of the girls to believe that the finest anointment they could receive was that from the thick and spermaceous emissions of the Vicar's prick.
'Ah, yes, dear fellow-how nice of you to return my visit. A whiskey, eh? Or a brandy-or maybe a glass of wine', Percival began, flooding his visitor with words while causing him to subside into a chair. Eccentrically, or not, and without waiting for a reply, he thereupon dowsed two glasses with a spirited measure of malt whiskey and placed one into the rather dazed younger man's hand.
'V… Vanessa…', stumbled Reggie who had no idea now of what he was going to say and whose pocket was bulging with the rolled tawse.
'Yes?' enquired the cleric gently.
'Well, I… that is to say… odd state I found her in, and-pray forgive me, sir, this curious strap', Reggie said, producing it. Swallowing hastily from his glass while Percival waited patiently, he added as though in compromise, 'I say, did you find her odd?'
At that, the Vicar seated himself on the front edge of his desk and gazed down benignly at his visitor.
'May I speak to you, if not as a father, than as an older and more experienced man?' he asked.
At that, Reggie rather wilted and nodded.
'A cigar? Have a cigar, dear boy, and I will join you. The pleasures of enveloping oneself in fragrant smoke are infinite. May I call you Reggie? I address all my parishioners as fondly as I can. Here, let me light it for you-if the dashed lucifer works and, yes, it does. Rather good, eh? From Cuba, I am told, or is it Havana-I am never quite sure. You were saying?'
'About, about my sister, yes', Reggie stumbled and rather wished he had not come.
'Vanessa, is it not?' the Vicar asked as if all about him were a distant memory. Puffing on his cigar and leaning forward in the most confidential manner, he murmured, 'We may speak frankly? Man to man? As a learned man yourself, I am sure you treasure directness of speech rather than evasions. She was-and I tell you this in all confidence, dear boy-in heat. She was in such a state of undress as would have beguiled a saint. I saw naught for it but to cool her ardour as one must with many young ladies-to wit, by smacking her bottom. Oh, I do not deny it. The tawse is mine, or rather is your sister's now, for I left it with her. And to what purpose, eh?'
'I say! I really don't know', blurted Reggie who had never heard the like of such a conversation.
'Consider, Reggie, that she is a spinster, and a remarkable figure of one, I must say. Such females deny themselves that of which they are most in need. I have known them to open their legs and rub themselves against bedroom doors in their secret frenzies'.
'Have you?' asked his listener in astonishment.
'You found her unclothed-without her drawers on?' came the countering question during which the Vicar's gaze so piercingly encountered Reggie's that the latter blushed. A hand was laid as if comfortingly upon his shoulder. For a moment Reggie felt exceedingly small.
'Were I to say more, dear boy, you might take great offence, though I find myself having to advise many in such matters', the Vicar sighed heavily and sent another bloom of smoke into the air.
Floundering for something to say, but in all the circumstances finding little to doubt in the speaker's words, Reggie muttered, 'Yes, I suppose', and took another hasty swallow.-'I suppose she was jolly embarassed', he added for want of anything else to say and feeling thereby that he had at least put up some defence on his sister's part.
Again the heavy voice fell about his ears.
'What is important, Reggie, is that she acceded to her punishment, brief as I caused it to be. Your maid offered no complaint to you of any distress on the part of her Mistress?'
'Oh no, none', Reggie responded truthfully, and that giving him something more to chew upon, for it was quite remarkable if Vanessa had her gorgeous bottom smacked and scarce a sound heard.
'The truth, you see-the ultimate truth with all females- is that they know what they need but will never confess it. Being dealt with in a manner that one might call parental- stem at the very least-they succumb. Their bottoms are dutifully though often rebelliously offered. The hand or the strap burns and stirs them. Their hips churn, their titties harden. Did you observe her nipples and, mayhap, the excited state in which they remained?'
'I-er-yes', Reggie responded all too hastily and then regretted the confession.
