Repentance, exhorting them to bend before the storms of Righteousness and belabouring their buttocks to drive out Sinfulness. I am told that the sounds of their Redemptive Onslaughts fairly ring through the meaner streets of the North. They have a particular liking for Oldham. At the end of their expeditions, they repair to Buxton or Matlock, sore-handed and worn out with their efforts, and take the waters.'
'I had a Gentleman in Wales who was similarly inclined,' said Megan. 'An Elder of one of the stricter Chapels in Aberavon I think it was. He used to seek me out every Thursday. I had to lean over a table while he smacked my bum and cried out to the Heavens that here was a miserable sinner who had to be driven firmly along the road to Rectitude. I charged him sixpence. I used to point out that he could have a fuck for tuppence but he didn't seem to be interested in that sort of thing.
'He used to sing a sort of hymn while he was chastising me. “Spanking out the Sin” it was called. He used to beat out the time on my bottom. Of course, we Welsh are a musical nation.'
At this point I recalled the apoplectic man in the upturned dogcart whom we had encountered while bicycling in Northamptonshire. However Holmes, who had been listening to these digressions with avid interest, decided now to recall us to our present planning before I could recount my own tale of Fundamental Practices.
'Is Cousin Humphrey likely to be a party to your husband's blackmail plot?' he asked Lady M-. is he for instance likely to be in need of additional funds in order to finance his spanking expeditions?'
'I doubt it very much,' said Lady M-. 'He has a substantial private income. He is in any case by profession an attorney and I have never found such people to be short of funds.'
'In that case,' said Holmes, 'I will call at the house in the morning. I think you had better accompany me, Scott. The presence of two able-bodied visitors will dissuade our quarry from attempting any violence when we confront him with our suspicions,'
'What if he is not at home?' I asked.
'We will wait for him,' said Holmes. 'We can explain that we have an urgent communication of a confidential nature from the Foreign Office. We must take the photographs with us and ensure that we do not come away without the original plates.'
'But what shall I do?' said Lady M-. 'I do not want to return home until I am assured that my husband is not likely to call.'
'You must stay here,' said Holmes. 'Mrs. Sayers will see that you have every comfort.'
'And we can safely go home,' said Cecily, 'unless, dear Priscilla, you would feel more at ease if we stayed here with you.'
'Thank you, I should like that,' said Lady M-.
'In that case,' said Holmes, 'Megan might like to stay as well. She is already so involved in the case that I am sure she would like to know of the outcome. I would also like to discuss the possibility of the payment of a retainer fee. An occasional additional pair of eyes and ears is always of use to someone in my line of business.'
'Thank you, Sir,' said Megan. 'Would you like a fuck on account?'
'Not now,' said Holmes hastily, 'I need to consider tomorrow's encounter. Possibly Mr. Scott would like to act on my behalf.'
'I doubt if he has got it in him,' said Gwendolen sweetly.
'Please do not make such assumptions,' I said stiffly.
'Now we've upset him,' said Cecily. 'Andrew,' she continued, 'I for one do not want to cast aspersions on your prowess. Possibly a good hot bath would restore you to your customary vigour.'
'That is easily arranged,' said Holmes, 'but I shall have to leave it to you to attend to his recuperation. I am certain he will be in good hands.'
Lady M-looked up. 'What an excellent idea,' she said, 'I would like to see him revived and besides, the endeavour would help me take my mind off this whole sorry business.'
Soon afterwards I found myself happily immersed in a hot bath. Megan was holding Mr. Pego up out of the water as she soaped and sponged my sorely tried balls, while Gwendolen and Cecily knelt beside the bath, scrutinising her efforts.
'I do not think there is any more need to hold him up,' said Cecily. 'He seems to be recovering.' Megan released me and sure enough, Mr. Pego managed to stay upright. She stepped back in order to inspect me.
'We'd better give him a complete scrubbing,' said Cecily. 'Gwendolen and I will start with his feet.'
In no time at all, three pairs of hands were employed about my person.
'Close your eyes,' said Cecily, 'We've got to get you clean from head to toe.'
I did as I was told and surrendered myself to their solicitous attentions. Gentle hands soaped and lathered my body. Fatigue and pleasure coursed through me and lulled me into a half-conscious daze. My eyes closed and I drifted while the pains and strains of the day were drained from my over-taxed body.
Suddenly I jumped convulsively as though an electric shock has been passed through me. A sharp fingernail had been run up the tender underside of my prick.
'Keep your eyes shut or you will get soap in them,' said a stern voice.
Lady M-had decided to take charge. There came a sound of giggling and my legs were lifted up and parted so that my ankles rested on the rim on either side of the bath. An unseen hand began gently to massage my balls. Then first one and then the other big toe was encircled by a warm mouth. I flinched.
'He's ticklish!' came a gleeful voice. 'What fun!'
Two tongues licked and rasped at the soles of my feet. I struggled convulsively to get free but as I thrashed about, my head went under the water just as I tried to draw in a deep breath. As my lungs filled, I spluttered, spouted and flailed wildly about. Water cascaded everywhere and there were peals of laughter. I sat bolt upright, blinking vigorously to get the water out of my eyes.
'Now look what you've done,' said Lady M-. 'His Thing has sunk down out of sight. Just lie back again Andrew and think of England. We have no intention of drowning you.'
Pinioned as I was, I had no real option but to obey. As I lowered myself backwards, Mr. Pego floated back up from the depths to lie on the surface and then slowly begin his resurrection.
'That's better,' said Megan.
'I can think of a part for me in all this,' said Lady M-. Unbuttoning herself, she leaned over me. Two dark nipples swayed like forbidden fruit just above my face. Tantalisingly they were lowered to within an inch of my mouth. I strained up towards them, poking out my tongue to touch them but they trembled teasingly just out of reach.
'Like a stranded fish, he is,' said Megan. 'Don't be so cruel, Ma'am.'
Lady M-cupped her breasts in her hands, pushing them out towards me and letting them brush my face. Then like a suckling infant, I managed to latch on to a nipple and began to suck hungrily at it. Lady M- pulled away slightly and, for a distressing moment, I thought I was to be deprived of my comfort. Craning my head upwards I tried to retain my hold. Then she relented and lowered herself once more. Greedily I pulled at her swollen nipple, aware at the same time that Mr. Pego was standing proudly above the water like a palm tree on a desert island, except in his case the nuts were at the bottom rather than hanging from the top.
With Lady M-'s splendid bosom now pressed against my face and my vision thus delightfully obscured, I was unable to see whose was the mouth that now descended on my upright member, taking in half of his length in one gulp. At the same time I became aware that other soft breasts were stroking my feet, one to either side of the bath. More water was displaced as I stretched out, rubbing against them while at the same time forcing Mr. Pego up and further into the friendly mouth.
'The floor is absolutely soaking,' came a voice. 'Shouldn't we get him out of there before the whole place is turned into a swamp.'
'It's far too late to worry about a thing like that,' came an answer. 'As long as we all help to clear up afterwards, I expect we will be able to make our peace with Mr. Holmes and the housekeeper. Besides, I've just had an idea!'
As I nuzzled at Lady M-'s plump and responsive titties, moving from one to the other and feeling first one nipple and then the other harden in my mouth, I was aware of whispering. All at once there was an almighty splash and a veritable tidal wave shot along the bath. Still clinging on to Lady M-'s bountiful breast, I nearly disappeared under water once again as a soapy torrent filled my eyes and nostrils. I spluttered and lost my grip but as the waters washed over me and I went down for the second time, I was dimly aware that I was no longer alone in the
