It was another drab unsympathetic day. I stood quietly by the sitting room door in my bright butler's uniform black coat, and grey waistcoat and mordant trousers with a single stripes awaiting instruction.

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

The Dowager or noblewoman Margaret. She must have been in her forties though she would have passed for LX with ease in her frumpish inglorious widow dress. She was still in mourning for her lately hubby who had departed this mortal coil some two age since. A happy release the stave surmised. Not that he was ill, merely hen pecked.

She read the survive of her varsity letter. She sighed in resignation and she turned on me once more.

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

"I see my mother and babe, Madam."I replied.

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

I was thoroughly fed up with being a butler. Ten age I served in the Devonshire and somerset Yeomanry rising to colour sergeant. Yet when the peace came a butler was the only station 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 middleman.

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

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

"No ma'am, after my domicile sojourn 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 grim 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 eyes !"she said delightedly."You're lying of course of action. He fornicated with every buxom wench he could lay manus on, but pay. You must be joking."

"Exaggerating slightly, perhaps Madam."I admitted.

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

"That would be illegal Madam."I explained.

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

"Indeed, I think I should enjoy that very much,"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 wife Lady Jane returned in time for dinner party so I had to be on tariff in the dining room.

They ate the deluxe repast with all the decorum of sloven at a trough, and drank the fine vino as if it were maize cordial.

"I say,"madam Margaret, the Dowager, suddenly announced after rather too much French people wine,"It would appear that Hanson here has a passion for whipping hapless unsuspecting wenches with a horse whip."

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

"No,"she replied,"But a dependable source tells me he likes to have some common trollop dress in mourning fateful and then he whips and sodomises them."

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

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

"capital letter, Capital !"Maker H laughed,"Oh you are a comedian Hanson and no error. Thrash mum. She would eat you for breakfast !"

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

"Time for the interface I think,"Divine H laughed,"fountainhead, well, well, what a thought mum horse whipped by the servants !"

"Geoffrey, please !"Lady Jane chided. poor people ma'am Jane. Barely twenty two. Married two years and still childless. cook said it was because Lord H was impotent though how she knew was unclear.

The meal finished and the menage 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 embrace the Dowager's response.

Normality returned for a few days until both Jehovah H and Lady Jane went hunting.

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

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

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

She handed me a smart leather bound case, unusually long and thin."Open it then."she ordered.

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

"Is that what you wanted ?"she asked.

"Only in my dreams,"I admitted.

"Oh well, my mistake,"she said."thunderbolt the door and drop your trousers."

"brothel keeper ?"replied uncertainly.

"Bolt the room access and drop your trousers I shall not tell you again,"she repeated.

"Yes ma'am, certainly madam,"I replied and I slid the door bolt along and returned to stomach before her as she sat on the bed fully dressed I might add.

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

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

"And underpants,"she added.

"Yes Madam,"I agreed. I had a job. My member like a camp pole, making a tent of my underpants.

Carefully I eased them down.

"Very promising,"she said admiringly,"Standing to attention already, my Henry needed a riding crop up his derriere before he showed any leaning at all."

"Madam,"I agreed. She reached out and touched my shaft. She gripped the shaft and then rubbed a fingerbreadth over the eye at the top where a beading of pre cum glistened.

She licked that finger's breadth,"Not bad,"she agreed,"You will do."

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

"Of course madam,"I replied and I swiftly undid my black-market patent leather indoor shoes and pulled my trousers underpants and socks off to brook before her.
"I do so like a man who takes his air-sleeve off,"she laughed as she lay with her stifle raised and parted,"Such consideration. Now fuck me you brute !"

I advanced towards her, I guided my penis towards her and the first link I made was my putz to her quim. It was piano, moist, hot, yielding. My member glided in like a knife through hot butter.

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

"No kissing,"she said,"No undue familiarity."

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

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

"Thank you lady,"I said."In that example take that you bitch,"I said and I slammed into her.

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

No smooching, no talking, it was like using an U. S. Army brothel again except I did not have my army way out prophylactic sheath.

Suddenly the Passion of Christ built to a crescendo, the volcano was about to erupt,"dame,"I said urgently,"I think I had better."

But she grasped my ass,"Yes !"she said,"Release fill me, flood me make me feel like a woman again."

I had no result the floodgates were well and truly open and my cock was pumping like a flack hose.

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

She wriggled out from under me, walked to the door, slid back the dash 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 affectionate towel and wipe me girl."

Lady Margaret sat with her skirt raised and stifle spread waiting for the amah to wipe her quim and second joint,"I am afraid Hanson was more potent than I imagined."

"wealthy person you been fucking the butler gentlewoman,"Bessie gasped.

"No you pillock girlfriend, he has been fucking me,"she snapped. I could scarce believe her candidness and want of decorum.

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

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

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

"A very dopey fille more probably,"dame H insisted."Anyway back to the kitchen your body of work is done here."

She saw me standing there watching."Have to keep on the lower ordination in their place or lord knows what would happen,"she explained.

For the remainder of the day and the following day Lady Margaret was her common unsympathetic self but then God Almighty H went to London alone and arranged to spend the Night at his club.

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

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

But the Vanessa Stephen soon summoned Bessie to the Dowager's bedroom and then Bessie returned with the subject matter that I was required.

I knocked politely."Come in,"peeress Margaret ordered."Bolt the door there's a sound chap."

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

Lady Margaret wasted no time"Ah Hanson, I do think we are in need of your special attributes. My son being a somewhat infirm and peaked individual has thus far singularly failed to allow for dear Jane with offspring. It has been remarked upon and causes some embarrassment within society."

"Indeed ma'am ?"I replied.

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

"Not immediately Madam,"I admitted.

"Well I do,"Lady Margaret explained,"I did a brief mental testing to found Hanson's potency Jane and he is quite adequate in that regard."

"You make him sound like a prize bull,"ma'am Jane teased.

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

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

"Rather LE I fear,"gentlewoman Margaret admitted,"But Hanson has halt haunches, good lungs, safe disposition and a knowing pass and has feature film not unlike to my son's so I believe he will realize a admirable stallion."

"Do I have any say in this ma'am,"I enquired.

"No you do not, your task is to infuse my daughter in law,"noblewoman 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 depend a piddling young and vulnerable ?"I suggested.

"Good lord, she's been married for two years and fucked lord knows how many times."madam Margaret snapped.

"Thirty seven,"Lady Jane confirmed.

"Hanson would throw exceeded that in a fortnight,"Lady Margaret sighed,"My son is a unspeakable disappointment Hanson, his founding father was a irksome bore but he could be persuaded to perform. I do confess I am at my brain end over this son and heir business."

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

"No tenderness, no consideration, no love life, 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 gentlewoman Jane.

"If you are Hanson,"she agreed.

"It will be my pleasure Madam,"I confessed as I looked at her, all sweet-flavored and piano and vulnerable and ripe for fucking.

"On the bed please Jane, spread out your peg so Hanson may impregnate you."Lady Margaret ordered,"Trousers off Hanson."

I responded with alacrity, I shed my shoes and pant, wind sleeve and underpants and my cap and would have been naked but for Lady Margaret's cry to desist."Enough !"she cried.

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

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

I climbed onto the bed, my member now fully erect, rampant indeed. The noblewoman Margaret grasped my member from behind me, reaching through my branch and aiming it at the younger char's quim.

My member brushed her quim but it was unyielding, the poor young woman was not in the least excited, and no wonder.

"A moment My dame,"I requested and I raised myself up and slew down the bed.

I kissed her inner second joint, she gasped and so I slowly inch my candy kiss upwards towards her quim,"Ohhhh !"she gasped,"Patrick Henry has never done that !"

I kissed her hummock and then parted her lower lips with my digit and ran my clapper around the moist groove between.

"Ohhhhh Hanson !"Lady Jane gasped.

She was ready so I swiftly slid up the bed again and Lady Margaret guided my member into Jane's now hot and willing quim.

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

"No familiarity !"ma'am Margaret insisted.

I kissed Jane's neck.

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

"Oh that feels so dependable !"Jane cooed,"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 !"gentlewoman Margaret demanded and she grabbed the cavalry whip from its leather bounce example 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 oculus shining,"Ohhh that is sooo nice,"she sighed,"You must present William Henry some lessons !"

"Don't be cockeyed !"Lady Margaret snapped,"Oh close can't you !"

"Yes madam,"I agreed for my balls were churning and a solid state jet of cum erupted from my ray 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,"Lady Margaret retorted,"I told you no tenderness !"

"Madam is simply envious,"I explained.

"Don't be so impudent !"dame Margaret snapped though she blushed crimson as she said it,"And put your trousers on you will frighten the servants !"

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

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

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

"No, the young one,"I said,"The old bitch sort of supervised !"

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

I looked in the mirror and wiped it away.

The bedroom doorbell rang,"Oh damn and blast,"Bessie sighed,"Now what !"

She went away and returned a few proceedings later,"They wants tea and biscuit in the bedroom !"she snapped."That Miss Jane has a grin like a Cheshire cat, what the hell you done to her Hanson ?"

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

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

The adjacent morning Lady Margaret was perhaps even more obnoxious than usual. She belittled and tormented me incessantly,"I do think you have missed your vocation as a gigolo Mr Hanson !"she taunted me after luncheon as I followed her along the upstairs corridor.

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

"Mr Hanson !"she gasped.

"Madam ?"I queried as I thrust my hand between her thighs and itch my thumb against her quim.

"Mr Hanson please !"she protested but it was a hollow dissent. She let her underthings free fall and stepped decorously out of them,"choice them up !"she ordered.

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

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

"You were green-eyed when I kissed dame Jane,"I whispered,"You want to be loved."

"Well certainly not by you,"she replied crossly. Her body had other thought. Her rapidly thawing quim was moistening and my ovolo edged slowly inside her.

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

"sleeping accommodation !"she whispered,"Be quiet."

We shuffled towards her bedroom with my thumb 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 person when you have been fucked !"

"Typical !"she sighed,"But I do lack 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 pretend Hanson, you have no more regard for me than I do for you."

"No Madam,"I agreed as I worked my thumb around inside her and released my bash and dropped my pant with the other.

My member sprang barren, stiff and rampant and I eased it slowly into her now moist vagina. As soon as I was fully sheathed I began to undo her heart,"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 good afternoon,"I agreed,"And now, if gentlewoman is ready I feel it is time to blurt out !"

I shot my load inside her. A 12 spurts may be more, each light than the one before until I was drained.

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

"Then don't wear underclothes Madam,"I suggested quite reasonably.

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