It was another dreary disagreeable day. I stood quietly by the sitting room door in my smart butler's undifferentiated Shirley Temple coat, and grey waistcoat and black trousers with a single stripe awaiting instruction.

My employer, or at least, my employer's mother the dowager peeress H, was her common unsympathetic self.

The Dowager or lady Margaret. She must get been in her forties though she would have passed for sixty with ease in her Dowding black widow attire. She was still in mourning for her late married man who had departed this deadly coil some two years since. A happy discharge the faculty surmised. Not that he was ill, merely hen pecked.

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

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

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

"You don't have some little womanhood obscure away then ?"she probed.

I was thoroughly fed up with being a pantryman. Ten years I served in the Devon and somersaulting Yeomanry rising to colourise sergeant. Yet when the serenity came a butler was the only when post I could secure.

"No Madam."I replied.

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

"No Madam."I insisted.

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

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

I had had sufficiency of her. I resolved to vacate forthwith.

"No dame, after my home visit I go to the house of ill repute in Horton which his lordship frequented,"I lied."Therein I engage his Lordship's favourite harlot. I have her clothes all in pitch-black as his lordship did. Then I beat her with a horse lash like his lordship did shouting, ‘ takings that Margaret you bitch ! before throwing her upon the bed and fucking her up her backside."

"Ah ha, I knew you were a sod, it is in the eyes !"she said delightedly."You're lying of course. He fornicated with every buxom doll he could lay script 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 whip me with a gymnastic 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 topographic point but she was actually laughing.

His Lordship and his young wife Lady Jane returned in time for dinner so I had to be on duty in the dining room.

They ate the sumptuous repast with all the decorousness of pigs at a manger, and drank the OK wine-colored as if it were lemon cordial.

"I say,"ma'am Margaret, the Dowager, suddenly announced after rather too much french wine,"It would appear that Hanson here has a heat for whipping inadequate unsuspecting bird with a horse whip."

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

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

"Good God female parent, in black ?"Lord H laughed,"Perhaps you have an supporter ! What say you Hanson ?"

"I should clobber her within an ounce of her lifespan given a half fortune my Divine,"I explained.

"Das Kapital, capital letter !"Almighty H laughed,"Oh you are a comedian Hanson and no misunderstanding. Thrash Mama. She would eat you for breakfast !"

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

"clock time for the Port I think,"overlord H laughed,"wellspring, well, well, what a thought Mama horse cavalry whipped by the servants !"

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

The meal finished and the family 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.

normalcy returned for a few Clarence Day until both Lord H and Lady Jane went hunting.

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

I went at once,"Yes brothel keeper ?"I ventured as I entered her way after knocking politely.

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

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

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

"Is that what you wanted ?"she asked.

"Only in my dreams,"I admitted.

"Oh well, my fault,"she said."Bolt the door and drop your trousers."

"Madam ?"replied uncertainly.

"Bolt the door and cut down your pant I shall not tell you again,"she repeated.

"Yes Madam, certainly Madam,"I replied and I slid the doorway bolt along and returned to stick out before her as she sat on the bed fully dressed I might add.

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

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

"And underpants,"she added.

"Yes Madam,"I agreed. I had a problem. My appendage like a tent celestial pole, making a tent of my underpants.

Carefully I eased them down.

"Very promising,"she said admiringly,"Standing to attention already, my Joseph Henry needed a equitation harvest up his backside before he showed any inclination at all."

"brothel keeper,"I agreed. She reached out and tinct my pecker. She gripped the shaft and then rubbed a finger over the eye at the top where a bead of pre cum glistened.

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

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

"Of course ma'am,"I replied and I swiftly unwrap my inglorious patent leather indoor place and pulled my trouser underpants and wind sock off to tolerate 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 penis towards her and the first off contact I made was my cock to her quim. It was soft, damp, hot, yielding. My member glided in like a knife through hot butter.

It was so longsighted since I end had a woman. My fellow member revelled in his employment. Pleasant sense 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 Butlers are supposed to do."

"Thank you brothel keeper,"I said."In that type film that you bitch,"I said and I slammed into her.

"Not quite what I had in mind,"she laughed,"I would opt lupus erythematosus talking and more effort."

No cuddling, no talking, it was like using an Army brothel again except I did not have my US Army issue preventive sheath.

Suddenly the rage built to a crescendo, the volcano was about to erupt,"Madam,"I said urgently,"I think I had better."

But she grasped my nates,"Yes !"she said,"button satisfy me, flood me make me feel like a woman again."

I had no answer the floodgates were well and truly unfastened and my dick was pumping like a firing hose.

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

She wriggled out from under me, walked to the doorway, slid back the bolt of lightning and strode away down the corridor.

I scrabbled to get dressed and hurried downstairs.

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

"Madam ?"I queried.

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

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

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

"No you pudden-head girl, he has been fucking me,"she snapped. I could scarce believe her directness and want of decorum.

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

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

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

"A very anserine young woman 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 orders in their lieu or master knows what would happen,"she explained.

For the residuum of the day and the stick with day gentlewoman Margaret was her common disagreeable ego but then Godhead H went to London alone and arranged to spend the nighttime at his club.

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

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

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

I knocked politely."seed in,"Lady Margaret ordered."Bolt the room access there's a good chap."

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

Lady Margaret wasted no fourth dimension"Ah Hanson, I do believe we are in need of your special dimension. My son being a somewhat feeble and unwell soul has thus far singularly failed to provide dear Jane with offspring. It has been remarked upon and causes some plethora within society."

"Indeed ma'am ?"I replied.

"So Hanson, do you see a answer to this deadlock ?"she asked.

"Not immediately Madam,"I admitted.

"Well I do,"ma'am Margaret explained,"I did a abbreviated test to establish Hanson's potency Jane and he is quite tolerable in that regard."

"You make him fathom like a respect bull,"Lady Jane teased.

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

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

"Rather LE I fear,"ma'am Margaret admitted,"But Hanson has stem haunches, serious lungs, good temperament and a smart school principal and has feature article not dissimilar to my son's so I believe he will make a admirable stallion."

"Do I have any say in this brothel keeper,"I enquired.

"No you do not, your task is to saturate my girl in law,"gentlewoman Margaret insisted,"Surely you have no protest ?"

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

"Er, well she does wait a little young and vulnerable ?"I suggested.

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

"thirty seven,"gentlewoman Jane confirmed.

"Hanson would have exceeded that in a two weeks,"dame Margaret sighed,"My son is a terrible disappointment Hanson, his father was a tedious aegir but he could be persuaded to execute. I do confess I am at my brain end over this son and inheritor business."

"Then I shall do my responsibility dame,"I agreed.

"No affection, no circumstance, no love, simply impregnate her like a Irish bull serving his cow,"madam Margaret insisted,"I shall of course supervise."

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

"If you are Hanson,"she agreed.

"It will be my pleasure Madam,"I confessed as I looked at her, all unfermented and soft and vulnerable and ripe for fucking.

"On the bed please Jane, circulate your legs so Hanson may bang up you."peeress Margaret ordered,"Trousers off Hanson."

I responded with alacrity, I shed my shoe and trousers, wind sock and underpants and my jacket and would have been naked but for Lady Margaret's cry to refrain."Enough !"she cried.

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

I stared,"To your obligation Hanson,"lady Margaret urged.

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

My member brushed her quim but it was unyielding, the piteous girl was not in the least emotional, and no wonder.

"A consequence My Lady,"I requested and I raised myself up and slid down the bed.

I kissed her inner thigh, she gasped and so I slowly edged my kisses upwardly towards her quim,"Ohhhh !"she gasped,"Patrick Henry has never done that !"

I kissed her mound and then parted her depleted lips with my fingers and ran my tongue around the moist groove between.

"Ohhhhh Hanson !"Lady Jane gasped.

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

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

"No familiarity !"peeress Margaret insisted.

I kissed Jane's neck.

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

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

"hush my saint,"I said quietly and I silenced her with a kiss on her lips.

"No, I forbid it. Absolutely. Desist I say !"ma'am Margaret demanded and she grabbed the horse party whip from its leather bound case and slashed me across the buttocks.

I flinched.

"Oh yessss !"madam 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 nice,"she sighed,"You must give Patrick Henry some lesson !"

"Don't be farcical !"Lady Margaret snapped,"Oh finish can't you !"

"Yes ma'am,"I agreed for my balls were churning and a firm jet of cum erupted from my cock 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 soreness !"

"Madam is simply envious,"I explained.

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

"Certainly Madam,"I replied sarcastically as I proceeded to find my trouser 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 gripe variety of supervised !"

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

I looked in the mirror and wiped it away.

The sleeping accommodation Vanessa Bell rang,"Oh damn and bam,"Bessie sighed,"Now what !"

She went away and returned a few transactions later,"They wants tea and biscuits in the bedroom !"she snapped."That Miss Jane has a grin like a Cheshire cat, what the perdition 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 total night alone, no Lady, no Bessie.

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

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

"Mister Hanson !"she gasped.

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

"Mister Hanson please !"she protested but it was a dig protest. 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 free arm around her and pulled her to me as I kissed her neck.

"hitch !"she hissed, as I caressed her left breast. Her nipple stirred.

"You were envious when I kissed ma'am Jane,"I whispered,"You want to be loved."

"wellspring certainly not by you,"she replied crossly. Her body had early ideas. Her rapidly thawing quim was moistening and my thumb edged slowly within her.

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

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

We shuffled towards her bedroom with my thumb still inside her. She opened the door, I closed and bolted it.

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

"I don't really know,"I explained,"But you do look a much nicer person when you have been fucked !"

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

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

"Absolutely,"she insisted,"Don't pretend Hanson, you have no more than regard for me than I do for you."

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

My extremity sprang exempt, stiff and rampant and I eased it slowly into her now moist vagina. As soon as I was fully sheathed I began to expose 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 commodity !"she gasped.

"Not an unpleasant way to while away an afternoon,"I agreed,"And now, if ma'am is gear up I feel it is metre to blunder out !"

I shot my encumbrance inside her. A dozen spurts may be more, each weaker than the one before until I was drained.

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

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

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