let me “have” her.
All these thoughts passed rapidly through my head as I looked at the trim housemaid. “Lucy,” I said, “you are a very pretty young woman.”
She looked surprised, for I had never made such a remark to her before; then she simpered, seemingly pleased with the compliment I then went boldly up to her, put my arm round her waist, and pressed my mouth on her red lips, in a hot kiss. She struggled a little, but I noticed that she did not blush, or seem at all frightened at my sudden assault, so giving her another kiss, I sat down on a chair, and pulled her on to my knees.
She resisted in a half-hearted way, saying: “Let me go, sir! Let me go!” But I held her round the waist with one arm, and kissed her warmly, at the same time feeling the outlines of her bubbles through her dress. Then I slipped my hand under her petticoats, and took hold of the calf of her leg; this made her struggle a little more, and she exclaimed: “Oh, don’t do that, sir! Take away your hand! I won’t allow you to do that!” But as she made no violent effort to escape, I pushed my hand further up her clothes, and opening the slit of her drawers, I thrust my hand between her closely-shut thighs, and with my forefinger, tickled the “pleasurable spot,” which was thickly covered with soft, curly hair. She now ceased struggling, and leant back against my shoulder; her face grew red, her bosom began to heave, and a sensuous look came into her eyes. The woman had, without doubt, felt a man’s hand on her cunt before, or she would not have been so quiet.
I tickled her a little more, making her stiffen herself, squirm about on my knees, and giggle; her breath came and went, she was evidently excited, so I thought the moment had arrived for me to finish the job. Lifting her up in my arms, I carried her to the bed, and laid her down upon it, without her making the least resistance; and she lay quietly on her back with her hands over her face. It was plain that she intended to let me poke her, and I was glad of it, for had she resisted, I think I should have raped her, so excited was I at that moment I got up beside her, slipped both my hands under her clothes, unfastened her drawers, and pulled them right off her legs; then my hands roved freely over her very plump charms. I squeezed the cheeks of her large and fat bottom, stroked her great, round thighs, tickled her cunt again, and gently pulled the hair. Then I unfastened the front of her dress, and plunged my hand as deeply down between her big bubbies as her stays would allow. Unbuttoning my trousers, I let out my rampant prick, then I turned up all her clothes above her waist, so that I might inspect her naked figure; but she did not like being looked at, for she at once covered her slit with one hand, mid tried to pull down her chemise with the other; saving: “Oh, do not expose me so!”
It is strange that some women who will let a man feel them, and poke them, do not like to let themselves be seen.
I laughed, and pulling her hand away, took a good look at everything she had; finding that she was clean in every respect, and that her linen was of a very good description; her limbs were shapely, her skin was white, and the curly hair shading the “spot” was light brown.
Stretching out her legs, I got between them, and inserted the tip of my tool into her cunt, which was fairly tight; then, clasping her in my arms, I forced the weapon deeply into the sheath, and began to poke her vigorously.
She seemed to enjoy it, for she threw her arms round me, and bucked up well to meet my thrusts; but as I was so much excited, the fun did not last long; in a moment or two the spasm seized me, and I sent the hot fluid in jets up her vagina, while she wriggled her bottom, and squirmed about under me until she had received all I had to give.
I pulled down her clothes, and she looked up in my face, smiling. Her own face had a contented expression on it, and her eyes were glistening. “Oh, sir,” she said, pretending to pout, “you should not have done that. You took me by surprise.”
“Never mind, Lucy,” I said, laughing. “You seemed to like it; and I am sure I did.”
She giggled, and a slight blush appeared on her cheeks. Jumping off the bed, she calmly fastened up the bosom of her dress, and shook her petticoats straight; then going to the glass, she arranged her hair under her cap; and when she had settled everything to her satisfaction, she turned round, and looked roguishly at me.
I gave her a kiss, which she returned, and then she left the room, looking as fresh and tidy as if nothing had happened.
I performed some necessary ablutions, and sat down, feeling much better; and I said to myself that now the ice was broken, I would often amuse myself by poking my plump and pretty young housemaid.
That night, after dinner, I told “Frank” how the watch had been stolen, and how it had been recovered. She listened attentively while I was speaking, and when I had finished she began to question me.
“Was the girl punished in any way?”
“Oh, yes,” I replied. “The girl was ‘horsed’ on Fanny’s back, and birched by Mrs. Grove.”
“Did you see her birched?”
“Frank” asked, in a tone of great interest.
“Yes, I did.”
“Oh, did you really!” Then, with a humorous twinkle in her eyes, she said, demurely: “Was it not rather strange that you should be present while the girl was being birched?”
I laughed, saying: “Oh no, I don’t think there was any- thing strange in my seeing her punished. I have been present on other occasions, at the birching of a girl.”
“Oh, indeed! You never told me that before.”
Again I laughed. “I don’t tell you everything I see or do, Master Frank.”
“No, I suppose you do not,” she said smiling. Then she went on: “Did Mrs. Grove birch the girl as severely as you once birched me?”
“I should rather think she did,” I replied. “Why, the birching I gave you was nothing compared to the birching the girl received. There were drops of blood on her bottom when the punishment was over.”
“Oh, how dreadful!” said “Frank,” shuddering a little. “How awfully sore she must be at this moment. It was sore for hours after my birching, although there was no blood.”
“Perhaps you have a finer skin than Anna. But she will soon get over the pain, she is a strong girl, and her bottom will be healed in a few days.” The subject then dropped, but “Frank” seemed to have been moved in some way, — whether it was pleasantly, or unpleasantly, I could not make out-by our talk about the flogging; she became silent and abstracted, occasionally looking at me in a peculiar way, and I thought that perhaps she was going to tell me her secret. But she did not, so I rallied her for sitting so silent, and told her to get a book and read to me.
She smiled, and getting up from her chair, went away to the library, returning in a short time with a volume of Shakespeare; then, seating herself near me, she read “The Tempest,” in a way that showed she possessed a large amount of histrionic talent. The time passed quickly, and it was late before we separated for the night.
VII
After the little affairs last narrated, things went on very quietly. The weeks passed; it was again springtime, and the grounds round Oakhurst were looking most charming. The fine old trees, from which the place took its name, were bursting into leaf, the garden was full of crocuses, violets, daffodils, and all the various spring flowers, and the mossy banks were everywhere starred with primroses.
“Frank” was just eighteen years old, she had become quieter in many ways, but she was more woman-like and affectionate in her manner towards me, so that I felt sure the day was fast approaching when she would declare herself to me as a loving girl.
I was as fond of whipping as ever, and I often longed to see, and to spank her pretty bottom; but latterly, I never could find the least excuse for taking down her trousers; she was just a well-bred, well-conducted young lady dressed in male attire. I sometimes used to spend a few days in London, and on those occasions I generally visited Maud, who was still under my protection, though she had informed me that she was thinking of getting married. When I was at home, I could always, whenever I felt inclined, “have” Lucy, who, ever since the day on which I had
