It was another gloomy unsympathetic day. I stood quietly by the sitting room door in my ache butler's consistent inglorious coating, and grey waistcoat and black-market trouser with a single stripe awaiting instruction.

My employer, or at least, my employer's mother the dowager Lady H, was her usual disagreeable self.

The Dowager or Lady Margaret. She must let been in her forties though she would have passed for LX with ease in her frumpy black widows garb. She was still in mourning for her lately husband who had departed this mortal whorl some two years since. A happy sacking the staff surmised. Not that he was ill, merely hen pecked.

She read the last of her letters. She sighed in surrender and she turned on me once more.

"Hanson, tell me,"she said in her superior voice,"What do you do for amusement on your day off."

"I see my female parent and sister, Madam."I replied.

"You don't have some little woman hidden away then ?"she probed.

I was thoroughly fed up with being a Samuel Butler. Ten years I served in the Devon and Somerset Yeomanry rising to colour police sergeant. Yet when the peace came a Butler was the only mail I could secure.

"No Madam."I replied.

"A boy then,"she taunted mischievously,"I knew it, a sodomite !"

"No Madam."I insisted.

She liked humiliating me. I looked at her though carefully so not as to make eye contact.

"Oh you are !"she clapped her hands delightedly.

I had had enough of her. I resolved to resign forthwith.

"No Madam, after my home visit I go to the brothel in Horton which his lordship frequented,"I lied."Therein I engage his lordship's favourite whore. I have her dress all in total darkness as his lordship did. Then I beat her with a horse whip like his lordship did shouting, ‘ Take that Margaret you bitch ! before throwing her upon the bed and fucking her up her backside."

"Ah ha, I knew you were a sodomite, it is in the middle !"she said delightedly."You're lying of grade. He fornicated with every buxom doll he could lay hands on, but pay. You must be joking."

"Exaggerating slightly, perhaps Madam."I admitted.

"So Hanson, are you saying you would like to drub me with a horse whip and sodomize me ?"she asked.

"That would be illegal Madam."I explained.

"Would you like to whip me with a horse whiplash ?"she asked.

"Indeed, I think I should enjoy that very lots,"I confessed.

"Oh !"she squealed delightedly,"What fun ! ah that will be all Hanson. Thank you."

I expected to be dismissed on the spot but she was actually laughing.

His lordship and his youth married woman gentlewoman Jane returned in time for dinner so I had to be on tariff in the dining room.

They ate the sumptuous repast with all the decorousness of pigs at a till, and drank the mulct wine as if it were Citrus limon cordial.

"I say,"gentlewoman Margaret, the Dowager, suddenly announced after rather too much french wine,"It would come out that Hanson here has a passion for whipping poor unsuspecting wench with a horse whip."

"Has he been abusing the retainer ?"Lord H enquired.

"No,"she replied,"But a reliable source Tell me he likes to have some common loose woman frock in mourning contraband and then he whips and sodomises them."

"trade good God mother, in black ?"Maker H laughed,"Perhaps you have an admirer ! What say you Hanson ?"

"I should clobber her within an ounce of her life given a half chance my lord,"I explained.

"Capital, capital !"Lord H laughed,"Oh you are a comedian Hanson and no misunderstanding. Thrash Mama. She would eat you for breakfast !"

"Indeed My master,"I agreed and I blushed crimson.

"Time for the Port I think,"Maker H laughed,"Well, well, well, what a mentation Mama horse whipped by the servants !"

"Geoffrey, please !"Lady Jane chided. poor people lady Jane. Barely twenty two. Married two long time and still childless. Captain Cook said it was because Jehovah H was impotent though how she knew was unclear.

The repast finished and the sept retired. I took my supper with cook and the maids downstairs.

I went to bed confused. I had expected to be dismissed instantly for insubordination.I could not get the picture the Dowager's reaction.

Normality returned for a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. until both Divine H and Lady Jane went hunting.

I was in the kitchen when the Dowager's bedroom gong rang. Bessie the maid went at once but returned quickly."The Dowager wants Mr Hanson,"she announced.

I went at once,"Yes Madam ?"I ventured as I entered her elbow room after knocking politely.

"Come in close the door, there is a draught,"she ordered."I have something for you."

She handed me a smart leather bounds pillow slip, unusually long and lean."Open it then."she ordered.

I opened the case. It contained a somewhat exploited gymnastic horse whip.

"Is that what you wanted ?"she asked.

"Only in my dreams,"I admitted.

"Oh well, my mistake,"she said."bolt the door and miss your trousers."

"madam ?"replied uncertainly.

"Bolt the door and drop your trousers I shall not recount you again,"she repeated.

"Yes lady, certainly lady,"I replied and I slid the threshold dash along and returned to stand before her as she sat on the bed fully dressed I might add.

"Trousers down Hanson,"she ordered,"I need to audit your equipment."

"Yes Madam."I replied again and duly unwrap my belt and let my trousers slide to the floor.

"And underpants,"she added.

"Yes gentlewoman,"I agreed. I had a problem. My member like a tent celestial pole, making a collapsible shelter of my underpants.

Carefully I eased them down.

"Very promising,"she said admiringly,"Standing to aid already, my Henry needed a horseback riding craw up his posterior before he showed any inclination of an orbit at all."

"lady,"I agreed. She reached out and bear upon my cock. She gripped the gibe and then rubbed a finger over the eye at the top where a pearl of pre cum glistened.

She licked that digit,"Not bad,"she agreed,"You will do."

She lay back across the astray double bed. She pulled up her wench and I saw she wore no underclothes what so ever. Just a suspender belt and stockings. Her quim was entirely exposed. Freshly shaven and probably perfumed."Fuck me Hanson, earn your wages for once,"she ordered.

"Of course dame,"I replied and I swiftly undid my black patent of invention leather indoor shoes and pulled my trousers underpants and wind sock off to stand before her.
"I do so like a man who takes his socks off,"she laughed as she lay with her knees raised and parted,"Such consideration. Now fuck me you brute !"

I advanced towards her, I guided my phallus towards her and the first contact I made was my pecker to her quim. It was soft, dampish, hot, yielding. My penis glided in like a knife through hot butter.

It was so long since I last had a woman. My member revelled in his employment. Pleasant sensations raced through my awareness. She moaned. I kissed her.

"No caressing,"she said,"No unreasonable familiarity."

"Sorry gentlewoman,"I apologised,"Shall I fuck you tenderly or shall I use you like a whore ?"

"Use your discernment Hanson,"she suggested,"After all that is what Samuel Butler are supposed to do."

"Thank you Madam,"I said."In that example lease that you bitch,"I said and I slammed into her.

"Not quite what I had in judgment,"she laughed,"I would prefer LE talking and more effort."

No fondling, no talking, it was like using an Army cathouse again except I did not make my regular army issue prophylactic sheath.

Suddenly the cacoethes built to a crescendo, the vent was about to break through,"brothel keeper,"I said urgently,"I think I had better."

But she grasped my buttocks,"Yes !"she said,"departure fill me, flood me wee me feel like a woman again."

I had no solution the sluicegate were well and truly undecided and my cock was pumping like a fire hose.

I stilled."You will do,"she said abruptly,"book binding to your duties."

She wriggled out from under me, walked to the threshold, slid back the deadbolt and strode away down the corridor.

I scrabbled to get dressed and hurried downstairs.

She was in the kitchen,"Oh do hurry up Bessie,"she complained.

"Madam ?"I queried.

"Go away Hanson you have done enough,"she chided."Fetch a warm towel and wipe me girl."

gentlewoman Margaret sat with her skirt raised and knees spread waiting for the maiden to wipe her quim and thighs,"I am afraid Hanson was more potent than I imagined."

"Have you been fucking the pantryman ma'am,"Bessie gasped.

"No you stupid girl, he has been fucking me,"she snapped. I could scarce believe her candidness and lack of decorum.

poor people Bessie blushed crimson."Oh !"she replied in shocked surprise.

"Has he not been fucking you girl ?"she asked.

"No Madam, I am a good girl !"Bessie insisted.

"A very goosey miss more likely,"Lady H insisted."Anyway back to the kitchen your work is done here."

She saw me standing there watching."Have to keep the lower lodge in their piazza or lord knows what would occur,"she explained.

For the remainder of the day and the following day ma'am Margaret was her usual disagreeable ego but then Lord H went to British capital alone and arranged to pass the night at his club.

Lady Margaret was in a playful temper, uncharacteristically charming, especially at dinner.

The two ladies took an ahead of time supper and on their retiring to bed I took my supper downstairs.

But the bell soon summoned Bessie to the Dowager's bedroom and then Bessie returned with the content that I was required.

I knocked politely."Come in,"Lady Margaret ordered."thunderbolt the room access there's a estimable chap."

I did as she asked, and found to my astonishment Lady Jane sitting upon the stool at Lady Margaret's dressing table.

madam Margaret wasted no prison term"Ah Hanson, I do trust we are in pauperism of your particular attributes. My son being a somewhat weak and sickly individual has thus far singularly failed to provide near Jane with offspring. It has been remarked upon and causes some embarrassment within society."

"Indeed Madam ?"I replied.

"So Hanson, do you see a solution to this impasse ?"she asked.

"Not immediately dame,"I admitted.

"wellspring I do,"Lady Margaret explained,"I did a brief test to establish Hanson's potency Jane and he is quite fair to middling in that regard."

"You make him sound like a select bull,"gentlewoman Jane teased.

"Bronze prize perhaps,"she suggested."But More a stallion to the family unit's brood mare."

"Oh so am I no more than a brood mare ?"ma'am Jane asked.

"Rather LE I fear,"Lady Margaret admitted,"But Hanson has stem haunches, salutary lungs, good disposition and a sassy straits and has feature not dissimilar to my son's so I believe he will attain a admirable stallion."

"Do I have any say in this madam,"I enquired.

"No you do not, your task is to impregnate my daughter in law,"Lady Margaret insisted,"Surely you have no objections ?"

I looked at Lady Jane, a vision of lovliness as she looked at me and looked away embarrassed.

"Er, well she does search a picayune untried and vulnerable ?"I suggested.

"trade good lord, she's been married for two days and fucked lord knows how many times."Lady Margaret snapped.

"Thirty seven,"peeress Jane confirmed.

"Hanson would take in exceeded that in a fortnight,"ma'am Margaret sighed,"My son is a dreadful disappointment Hanson, his father was a tedious bore but he could be persuaded to do. I do confess I am at my wittiness end over this son and heritor business."

"Then I shall do my duty ma'am,"I agreed.

"No tenderness, no condition, no lovemaking, simply impregnate her like a bull serving his cow,"Lady Margaret insisted,"I shall of course supervise."

"Are you content with this My Lady ?"I enquired of peeress Jane.

"If you are Hanson,"she agreed.

"It will be my pleasure gentlewoman,"I confessed as I looked at her, all Sweet and indulgent and vulnerable and ripe for fucking.

"On the bed please Jane, propagate your ramification so Hanson may impregnate you."Lady Margaret ordered,"Trousers off Hanson."

I responded with smartness, I shed my shoes and trousers, socks and underpants and my jacket and would take been naked but for Lady Margaret's cry to desist."Enough !"she cried.

Lady Jane was lying on the bed, her knee parted and raised her underthings removed and her quim clearly displayed.

I stared,"To your duty Hanson,"Lady Margaret urged.

I climbed onto the bed, my member now fully erect, rearing indeed. The Lady Margaret grasped my phallus from behind me, reaching through my stage and aiming it at the younger woman's quim.

My member brushed her quim but it was unyielding, the poor people girl was not in the least wind up, and no wonder.

"A minute My gentlewoman,"I requested and I raised myself up and slue down the bed.

I kissed her inner second joint, she gasped and so I slowly march my kisses upwards towards her quim,"Ohhhh !"she gasped,"Joseph Henry has never done that !"

I kissed her mound and then parted her lower lip with my finger's breadth and ran my spit around the moist groove between.

"Ohhhhh Hanson !"noblewoman Jane gasped.

She was set up so I swiftly slid up the bed again and dame Margaret guided my member into Jane's now hot and bequeath quim.

"Oh Hanson, that is divine, snog me !"she pleaded.

"No conversance !"Lady Margaret insisted.

I kissed Jane's neck.

"No, desist I say !"Lady Margaret repeated.

"Oh that feels so expert !"Jane cooed,"William Tell me you love me !"

"Hush my angel,"I said quietly and I silenced her with a kiss on her lips.

"No, I forbid it. Absolutely. Desist I say !"Lady Margaret demanded and she grabbed the knight whiplash from its leather bound shell and slashed me across the buttocks.

I flinched.

"Oh yessss !"Lady Jane gasped as I thrust even more firmly.

"Oh just be done !"Lady Margaret insisted in resignation,"Just be done."

Jane was smiling up at me, her eyes shining,"Ohhh that is sooo decent,"she sighed,"You must open Joseph Henry some deterrent example !"

"Don't be ludicrous !"gentlewoman Margaret snapped,"Oh finish can't you !"

"Yes Madam,"I agreed for my ballock were churning and a solid jet of cum erupted from my calamus making Jane gasp as the gush of semen surged into her vagina.

"Oh gosh Hanson,"Jane gasped,"You are so passionate !"

"Far too passionate, too passionate by half,"gentlewoman Margaret retorted,"I told you no fondness !"

"Madam is simply jealous,"I explained.

"Don't be so impertinent !"Lady Margaret snapped though she blushed crimson as she said it,"And put your trousers on you will affright the servant !"

"Certainly brothel keeper,"I replied sarcastically as I proceeded to find my trousers and shoes.

I dressed and left the peeress as I returned to the downstairs.

"You been fucking the old bitch again ?"Bessie asked.

"No, the young one,"I said,"The old cunt form of supervised !"

"Oh,"Bessie sighed,"That's why you got lipstick on your cheek."

I looked in the mirror and wiped it away.

The bedroom bell rang,"Oh damn and good time,"Bessie sighed,"Now what !"

She went away and returned a few minutes later,"They wants tea and cookie in the bedroom !"she snapped."That young woman Jane has a grin like a Cheshire cat, what the underworld you done to her Hanson ?"

"Ah well come to my elbow room later and I'll show you !"I laughed.

As it happened I spent the stallion night alone, no Ladies, no Bessie.

The future dawning Lady Margaret was perhaps even more obnoxious than usual. She belittled and tormented me incessantly,"I do believe you have missed your vocation as a gigolo Mr Hanson !"she taunted me after tiffin as I followed her along the up the stairs corridor.

I lifted her skirt and tucked my thumbs in the waistband of her pantaloons and pulled them to her knees.

"Mister Hanson !"she gasped.

"lady ?"I queried as I thrust my hired hand between her thighs and scratch my thumb against her quim.

"Mr Hanson please !"she protested but it was a core out objection. She let her underthings fall and stepped decorously out of them,"Pick them up !"she ordered.

"In due course Madam,"I replied and I put my unloose arm around her and pulled her to me as I kissed her neck.

"Stop !"she hissed, as I caressed her left chest. Her nipple stirred.

"You were jealous when I kissed noblewoman Jane,"I whispered,"You want to be loved."

"wellspring certainly not by you,"she replied crossly. Her body had other theme. Her rapidly thawing quim was moistening and my thumb edged slowly at heart her.

"Here in the corridor or in your bed room, you choose,"I invited.

"chamber !"she whispered,"Be quiet."

We shuffled towards her sleeping accommodation with my pollex still inside her. She opened the threshold, I closed and bolted it.

"Hanson, what has come over you ?"she hissed.

"I don't really make love,"I explained,"But you do seem a much nicer individual when you have been fucked !"

"Typical !"she sighed,"But I do drop having a man around,"and she knelt down and leaned over the end of the bed,"No intimacy remember."

"Really ?"I queried and I kissed her neck.

"Absolutely,"she insisted,"Don't sham Hanson, you have no More attentiveness for me than I do for you."

"No lady,"I agreed as I worked my thumb around inside her and released my bang and dropped my trousers with the other.

My member sprang free, stiff and rampant and I eased it slowly into her now moist vagina. As soon as I was fully sheathed I began to unwrap her bosoms,"Hanson please !"she protested but soon her mammaries filled my hands as I fucked her rhythmically from behind.

"Oh Hanson, that feels so good !"she gasped.

"Not an unpleasant way to while away an afternoon,"I agreed,"And now, if Madam is ready I feel it is time to ejaculate !"

I shot my lode inside her. A 12 spurt may be Sir Thomas More, each weaker than the one before until I was drained.

"Thank you Hanson, that was most agreeable,"she conceded as we separated a few moments later,"But really you can not just draw in my underwear down on a whim."

"Then don't vesture underwear Madam,"I suggested quite reasonably.

"That is quite adequate, don't be so impertinent !"she said but she smiled .