loss is there in that?”
“I do not know. I believe we have been wicked.”
So fretting she drew up her drawers, I hearing the sound of her movement but not turning, for it is as well to dismay one’s subjects a little in the beginning, and indeed occasionally to do so thereafter.
“You will not tell, Clara?” Her voice was a silly quaver.
“Tell Edwin or Vivian that I have had your drawers down? Do you not think they have removed them themselves with their eyes before this? Have they not seen in their hot minds the cleavage of your cheeks beneath your skirts, the valley deep between your splendid breasts?”
“Ha! No! You must not say that!”
“Indeed, why not, for it is the truth. Would they otherwise be men? A prick well wrapped in linen, hidden up, is still a prick, my dear.”
“Oh, the things you say! I had never thought to hear the like of it!”
I turned. My eyes were sultry and yet not forgiving of her words. “I have pleasured you, Maude, and you have pleasured me. If our cunnies were not meant to be tickled, would they have been made so? How your clitty budded when I fingered you! Will you deny the work of Nature so and its rich promise of eternal bliss?”
“You have me all about with my mind and I know not what to think.”
I giggled and deliberately changed the mood. Impulsively I kissed her once again. “It was nice, though,” I declared, “and shall be again, for I mean you not to fall again into your old and dried-up ways among the musty books and household chores.”
Even so, my apparent confidence was confounded by what I might do next. True, I could have asked my stepmother, but pride held me from doing so and, upon my return home she tactfully asked me nothing, save in mischief to say (and perhaps to test my mood), “Do you want to be put up this evening?”
She adored seeing me being plugged or corked and ever said that I looked prettier than Sarah with my smaller and even tighter bottom rounded up and back well-dipped and jiggling of my tits as the plunger worked me.
“No,” I said moodily and retired early, there to think, though it got me nowhere and I felt myself the architect of my own frustrations. I had arranged to see Maude the next day and she had not dissented-indeed was ready for more, I believe, provided she could be “forced” to. By some instinct, however-and such, as I now believe, as fate fashions for us-I went not to the Vicarage straight away but took my own pony and trap to the church. Why I did so I cannot explain save that it was indeed “kismet,” or fate, as my stepmother afterwards opined.
Leaving my pony tethered and grazing by a tree, I walked slowly to the doors and looked all about but could neither see nor hear anyone and so thought my aimless journey wasted. Nevertheless, I ventured within, endeavouring not to let the big door latches clang or squeak, and passed down the nave. As I did so a sound came to me and I halted, rather breathless in my daring.
“Ah! Oh, sir!” I heard and the voice was that of a boy and not a girl. “Hoo-hoo! It is too big!” then came to me and with my innocence long lost the full import of those words struck me like a knell.
I tiptoed forward, hearing as I did a certain grunting and then a voice I knew well to be Edwin’s.
“Ha! my sweet boy, is it not nice, not juicy, firm? Do you not like it?”
My cheeks reddened. The youth, whoever he was, choked and moaned. I heard the slap of flesh to flesh. Even my neck felt enflamed for there is nothing that I abhor more than congress between males, and this I instinctively knew was afoot. The sounds of lust were all about. Stiffening my resolve, though I wished not to see what I must see, I passed along and opened a side door. There truly did all wickedness meet my eyes. I would fain not describe it save that the untrousered youth was bent over a desk and Edwin’s corker well plunged up his nether parts. In my carelessness, however, the iron ring of the handle slipped my grasp and sounded sharp against the door. Edwin’s head jerked up. Full-flushed as his visage was, his eyes encountered mine, his cock stopped working. It sufficed. Quick as a flash I closed the door, was gone, and-running madly-sought my own retreat.
That he would not, dare not, follow I felt certain and so, despite my trepidation (which in truth was anger, well disguised), I gained the trap and quick rode off towards the Vicarage and the waiting Maude.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I contrived my expression well upon encountering Maude, affecting sorrow and amazement, but refusing to say anything, despite her questions, until some wine had slaked my thirst.
“What is to do? What is to do, Clara?” was constantly asked. I had slyly, though with apparent agitation, loosed my bodice while I drank, for it is ever a good thing to draw the eyes to that which might the better evoke visions such as words confirm.
“I will not bandy words, Maude. You are become a woman of the world now. You have spoken to me of sin. I will tell you what is sin. Do you know Edwin’s habits?”
“No, no, I do not. What do you speak of?” She wrung her hands and stared at me. Even in the moment I thought how fulsome her bottom would be to the birch, upon which my own surname is so well and truly founded, as it were.
“I passed by the church there to pray, Maude, and saw that-within a vestry or whatever it may be called-such as no eyes should ever see. Shall I tell you plain? There is no other way to it. Edwin had his prick full up a boy’s bottom-one of the choirboys I imagine,” I said almost languidly.
How she gaped! How she protested yet in vain that it could not be true! Yet such was the tenor of my voice, and so well modulated was it between sorrow and anger, that she could not help but bring herself to accept. Springing up, she paced back and forth, oftimes burying her face in her hands and declaring with many sobs that she knew not what to say, for all the world was topsy-turvy now and no greater sin had she ever heard of. Indeed I am quite certain, despite my titillation of her the day before, that she had no concept of a male weapon being inserted in the fundament and even endeavoured to say so, though in a long and rambling way.
“The Ecclesiastical Court will hear of it, I have no wonder,” I murmured as though in uttermost despair.
“What? Oh dear heavens, no! We shall all be ruined and turned out! We have no other place to go,” wailed she, and thus unknowingly handed me the key to her future pleasures and her fate.
I waited then until she had ceased sobbing.
“At the least there must be punishment, Maude.”
“Yes, but not that way, not that way. Oh, he will be unfrocked!”
“I, too, have thought of that, Maude, and would not have it so. Are you not angry-angry-that such a thing should occur and such a waste displayed?”
“A w… w… waste?” Her jaw gaped. She descended her bottom into her chair again. I pondered the moment, rose and went to her, accommodating myself upon the rolled arm of her seat. I stroked her hair.
“You know of what I speak, Maude-let us have no dissembling. The male should be put only to the female, in whatever wise. I will say of Edwin in his defence but solely this-that his cock has too often been deeply stirred by your voluptuous presence and so in this wicked way he sought to exercise it, or one might almost say exorcise it,” I murmured.
“You… you… you do not know what you are saying,” she mumbled, her face all red and fingers tight together.
“I know well of what I speak, Maude. Vivian will come to the same fate if it is not prevented. Even the rustling of your skirts makes their balls swell, as I have observed. You have never thought to look. Even so, Edwin must be punished and the matter covered up,” I said crisply, knowing well that she wished to be diverted from what I had said of herself and so she greedily seized the point.
“How, though-how? The youth will speak!”
“I will attend to the youth, Maude. There is but one way to deal with Edwin now, and that in secret that your future may remain secure. He must be humiliated beneath a woman in such wise as will never make him stray again. You alone can effect this and so save your heritage and your home.”
“I… I… I… would not know what to do. Edwin has always been master and…”
“Shush!” I interrupted her, “he will be no more so. You shall be the Mistress of your realm. I can but advise you what to do. Should you fail…”
