Sir Richard listened to all with bemusement, for he had now fully persuaded himself that it was Pamela alone who had put the whole house topsy-turvy and guided him into paths of unrighteousness. But this the dear girl had also anticipated and went on to speak in no uncertain manner of how things were to be regulated in the future. Her ladyship, Pamela remarked acidly, was minded solely for her own pleasures, though she was not so indiscreet as to describe them nor her own part in them. What mattered, she said, was that Sir Richard should better organise his affairs so that he reestablished himself as head of the household while she, Pamela, would advise him on his course of actions.
Rather to his own surprise, the good knight listened carefully to all. There was no doubt that Pamela was quite the most delightful girl he had ever met, and he found himself truly enchanted by what she considered the logic of her philosophy. That she intended to be his guiding light, while remaining discreetly in the background, he found not displeasing.
“Very well, my dear, I doubt not that you are right,” he concluded gravely when the maiden had finished her dissertation. She would obviously need a larger allowance-a proposal that Pamela accepted with the faintest of nods, not wishing to be seen to invite such an idea. Being quite businesslike in such matters and not ungenerous, Sir Richard offered a sum on which Pamela was persuaded to agree.
Sealing the bargain with kisses, the two stood embracing whilst Sir Richard fondled her warm bottom, this being the only caress that she accorded him. Mindful of her charges and without mentioning the name of the rascally Captain Dancer, Pamela spared not the fond knight's blushes by declaring that, Helen having been accorded Cupid's salute, Miranda must now receive the same, though thereafter they should be free to choose their own swains and to receive such injections as either freely needed.
All this being said in an equally businesslike way put a fair polish on the situation, which caused Sir Richard to take the view that his life had been considerably expanded by the intrusion of this delightful if unusual young lady whom he was minded to make his official mistress.
“That may be so or not so,” replied Pamela, who being at all times of careful disposition, was ever careful not to finally commit herself to anything. Such apparent coyness naturally increased her employer's desire for her, as she well anticipated that it might, and hence she distanced herself from his searching hands, reminding him that he must conserve himself for the hunt ball.
“Shall you be present? Oh, indeed you must,” Sir Richard averred.
Turning away from him and gazing down upon the verdant green of the countryside that surrounded them, Pamela uttered a little sigh of pleasure and quite decided that she would spend a few more months there before moving on to new pastures.
“Yes, and it shall be a masked ball-I have decided,” she said. “No doubt, Sir Richard, you will announce that early on and send word about to the guests.”
“Ah, yes-yes indeed,” responded the knight, who had always left such arrangements to his wife. How she might respond to it he knew not, and he expressed such hesitation to Pamela, who listened coolly.
“You will take the birch to her, Sir Richard, if need be. She is in her room now. I suggest you attend to that forthwith. Upon satisfying myself that you have dealt with that situation, I may accord you a few favours tonight. But now I have other things to do. To your wife's room, if you please, sir!”
“Ah, yes-yes, of course-forthwith,” replied Sir Richard, who otherwise saw the gates of heaven closing upon him. Casting his eyes about, he looked for the birch, but saw it not.
“You left it in Helen's room after you had attended to Miranda. I will fetch it. I do not wish her to be again disturbed at the moment, and I wish to have a little talk with her. Wait, please!”
Quite haplessly, Sir Richard nodded. He was trapped, it seemed, in many directions, though not undesirably so when the hunter was as inviting and comely as Pamela. He therefore waited until she fetched it, and under her watching eye, proceeded to the boudoir of his spouse.
What happened therein need not be a matter for detailed examination. Neither of the pair being blameless in matters of indiscretion-and each knowing much of the other's sins-a battle of wills at first ensued which might have seen no immediate end had not an outraged Belinda had her bottom infinitely more attended to by the swishing birch than ever Miranda had had that day. Quite overwhelmed, however, by her husband's unexpected masterfulness, Belinda finally implored the solace of his cock, this being the mode whereby she hoped to enchant him anew.
Of this, however, Pamela had forewarned him, and thus the sobbing dame was left clutching her hot bottom whilst Sir Richard roundly declared that she would be confined to her room for the rest of the day. Descending in high spirits at his victory, he thereupon rousted out their guests in a firm but polite manner, whilst advising them of the new arrangements for the ball. This, it should be explained, was always held on the night following the hunt in order that all might recoup their amourous powers.
Meanwhile, Pamela saw to it that Helen bathed and dressed, for a girl must at all times appear of attractive aspect. Not revealing what she knew, but dropping many a hint upon the way, she expanded upon her philosophy to the pretty maiden, who listened all agog and duly absorbed all she was told.
The little matter of Miranda was ever uppermost in her mind, however, and this she timourously tried to introduce into the conversation without betraying the actual circumstances.
“Yes, yes-Miranda is going to be seen to, my pet,” Pamela said quietly and felt that she needed to add no other explanation as she finally kissed the girl's sultry lips. That Helen might endeavour to discover for herself how that was to be effected she had no doubt, and hence decided to spend the night in that young lady's room so that Miranda might proceed undisturbed in her discoveries of the pleasures of Priapus.
Diverting the conversation to the hunt ball, Pamela brought a happy glow to Helen's cheeks by advising her that she might attend.
“Not only shall we be masked, my sweet, but I have decided we shall wear each other's dresses. Will that not be jolly fun?” enquired Pamela.
Helen's eyes were all a-sparkle at the idea and she assented eagerly. It needed not to be said between them that each could then receive the appropriate salutes of one and all whilst concealing their identities.
“But what will dear Mama say?” Helen wished to know.
“Your Mama is also being attended to-although not in the same manner as Miranda,” Pamela replied a trifle indiscreetly, though Helen was so excited at the prospect of attending the ball at last that she took very little notice of the rejoinder, being assured-as her Papa was-that Pamela had all things well in hand.
Seeing all things so far to her satisfaction, Pamela retired to see how the rest of the household was proceeding. In the lobby leading to the morning room, she discovered Captain Dancer loitering, he having discreetly absented himself during Sir Richard's brief address to the guests.
“Why, dear Captain, you are just the person I wished to see-before you leave, that is,” Pamela said with a winning smile.
Casting his eyes about him and satisfying himself that they were alone, the randy Captain moved closer to her, for he now saw himself in a fair way to conclude the day's merriments in some privacy with her.
Deftly avoiding his embrace, Pamela slipped past him into the morning room where they could be clearly seen by two of the gardeners.
“I wished only to say, dear Captain, that you will not fuck me tomorrow night,” Pamela said sweetly.
The Captain's mouth gaped, for he had not in truth expected her to use such a term nor to address him in such a way.
“I say!” he began with some attempt at bluster, whilst an angry flush appeared upon his cheeks. Dammit, the girl was but a servant, however well placed, and could be mounted at will as the day's events had shown.
“If you do, or if you attempt so to do-no matter what the jollities-I shall squeeze your balls so hard that you will shout the roof off,” Pamela declared briskly and in a manner that quite surprised herself.
“Look here-I say!” responded the ever more astonished gentleman. He had never known such a turnabout and knew not for the moment how to handle such a contretemps.
“Please do not say or you may shock the gardeners. I bid you good day, sir,” Pamela said whilst opening the door that led out onto the lawns.
“My goodness, by Jove, I have never heard the like of this!” spluttered the Captain.
“You may hear it yet again, sir, and more loudly if you do not hurry,” said Pamela who, having clearly got the upper hand by means of sheer surprise, was quite enjoying herself. That she had spoken in an unladylike manner was perhaps regrettable, but she saw no other course for it. Moreover, the unexpectedly prim and stern expression
