It was another dreary disagreeable day. I stood quietly by the sitting room door in my smarting Samuel Butler's uniform grim pelage, and grey waistcoat and black pant with a 1 stripe awaiting instruction.

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

The Dowager or Lady Margaret. She must throw been in her forties though she would have passed for sixty with ease in her Baron Hugh Caswall Tremenheere Dowding black widows garb. She was still in mourning for her lately husband who had departed this mortal coil some two years since. A happy expiration the staff surmised. Not that he was ill, merely hen pecked.

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

"Hanson, tell me,"she said in her higher-up voice,"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 adult female hidden away then ?"she probed.

I was thoroughly fed up with being a butler. Ten twelvemonth I served in the Devon and Somerset Yeomanry rising to colour sergeant. Yet when the peace came a butler was the only position I could secure.

"No Madam."I replied.

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

"No Madam."I insisted.

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

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

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

"No Madam, 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 whore. I have her dress all in black as his lordship did. Then I beat her with a horse lash like his Lordship did shouting, ‘ issue 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 centre !"she said delightedly."You're lying of path. He fornicated with every buxom wench he could lay hand 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 sawbuck party whip and sodomise me ?"she asked.

"That would be illegal Madam."I explained.

"Would you like to whip me with a sawhorse whiplash ?"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 spotlight but she was actually laughing.

His Lordship and his Young married woman 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 decorum of pigs at a trough, and drank the ok wine-colored as if it were lemon cordial.

"I say,"madam Margaret, the Dowager, suddenly announced after rather too a good deal french wine,"It would appear that Hanson here has a love for whipping short unsuspecting wenches with a horse whip."

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

"No,"she replied,"But a true source tells me he likes to receive some common trollop attire in mourning black and then he whips and sodomises them."

"commodity God female parent, in dark ?"Lord H laughed,"Perhaps you have an champion ! What say you Hanson ?"

"I should lick her within an ounce of her life story given a one-half opportunity my overlord,"I explained.

"Washington, capital !"God Almighty H laughed,"Oh you are a comic Hanson and no mistake. Thrash mamma. She would eat you for breakfast !"

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

"prison term for the embrasure I think,"Almighty H laughed,"Well, well, well, what a thought ma horse whipped by the servants !"

"Geoffrey, please !"Lady Jane chided. poor people madam 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 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 dig the Dowager's response.

N returned for a few daytime until both Divine H and peeress Jane went hunting.

I was in the kitchen when the Dowager's bedroom chime 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 bound case, unusually long and thinly."opened 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 dreaming,"I admitted.

"Oh well, my mistake,"she said."Bolt the door and overleap your trousers."

"Madam ?"replied uncertainly.

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

"Yes Madam, certainly lady,"I replied and I slid the room access bolt along and returned to endure 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 belt and let my trousers slide to the floor.

"And underpants,"she added.

"Yes Madam,"I agreed. I had a problem. My fellow member like a bivouac pole, making a tent of my underpants.

Carefully I eased them down.

"Very promising,"she said admiringly,"Standing to tending already, my H needed a horseback riding crop up his backside before he showed any inclination at all."

"Madam,"I agreed. She reached out and touch my hammer. She gripped the rotating shaft and then rubbed a finger over the eye at the top where a pearl of pre cum glistened.

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

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

"Of course madam,"I replied and I swiftly unwrap my shameful patent leather indoor shoes and pulled my trousers underpants and socks off to stand before her.
"I do so like a man who takes his drogue off,"she laughed as she lay with her knee joint raised and parted,"Such condition. Now fuck me you brute !"

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

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

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

"Sorry dame,"I apologised,"Shall I fuck you tenderly or shall I use you like a fancy woman ?"

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

"Thank you Madam,"I said."In that case consume that you bitch,"I said and I slammed into her.

"Not quite what I had in judgment,"she laughed,"I would prefer to a lesser extent talking and more effort."

No kissing, no talking, it was like using an US Army whorehouse again except I did not feature my regular army issue antifertility sheath.

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

But she grasped my buttocks,"Yes !"she said,"Release occupy me, flood me make me palpate like a adult female again."

I had no answer the sluicegate were well and truly unfastened and my hammer was pumping like a fire 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 thunderbolt and strode away down the corridor.

I scrabbled to get dressed and hurried downstairs.

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

"Madam ?"I queried.

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

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

"Have you been fucking the butler gentlewoman,"Bessie gasped.

"No you poor fish female child, he has been fucking me,"she snapped. I could scarce believe her forthrightness and want 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 undecomposed young lady !"Bessie insisted.

"A very foolish girl more in all probability,"Lady H insisted."Anyway back to the kitchen your piece of work is done here."

She saw me standing there watching."Have to prevent the lower Holy Order in their place or Godhead knows what would happen,"she explained.

For the remainder of the day and the following day Lady Margaret was her usual unsympathetic ego but then Lord H went to John Griffith Chaney alone and arranged to spend the dark 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 bedroom and then Bessie returned with the message that I was required.

I knocked politely."cum in,"Lady Margaret ordered."bolt the door there's a good chap."

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

gentlewoman Margaret wasted no clock time"Ah Hanson, I do think we are in need of your particular attributes. My son being a somewhat feeble and poorly soul has thus far singularly failed to ply lamb 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 cul de sac ?"she asked.

"Not immediately dame,"I admitted.

"Well I do,"lady Margaret explained,"I did a brief test to establish Hanson's potency Jane and he is quite adequate in that regard."

"You make him vocalise like a quality bull,"Lady 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 ?"dame Jane asked.

"Rather less I fear,"Lady Margaret admitted,"But Hanson has staunch haunches, good lungs, good temperament and a judicious head and has lineament not unlike to my son's so I believe he will make a admirable stallion."

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

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

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

"Er, well she does front a minuscule Edward Young and vulnerable ?"I suggested.

"commodity master, she's been married for two years and fucked noble knows how many times."Lady Margaret snapped.

"30 seven,"Lady Jane confirmed.

"Hanson would have exceeded that in a two weeks,"Lady Margaret sighed,"My son is a abominable disappointment Hanson, his father was a tedious bore but he could be persuaded to perform. I do confess I am at my wag end over this son and heir business."

"Then I shall do my duty madam,"I agreed.

"No tenderness, no thoughtfulness, no love, simply impregnate her like a 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 lady,"I confessed as I looked at her, all seraphic and voiced and vulnerable and ripe for fucking.

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

I responded with alacrity, I shed my shoes and trousers, socks and underpants and my jacket and would have been naked but for Lady Margaret's cry to abstain."decent !"she cried.

Lady Jane was lying on the bed, her articulatio genus 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 put up, rampant indeed. The gentlewoman Margaret grasped my appendage from behind me, reaching through my pegleg and aiming it at the younger woman's quim.

My extremity brushed her quim but it was unyielding, the poor girl was not in the least excited, and no wonder.

"A moment 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 edge my kisses upwards towards her quim,"Ohhhh !"she gasped,"Henry has never done that !"

I kissed her cumulation and then parted her lower sassing with my fingerbreadth and ran my spit around the moist groove between.

"Ohhhhh Hanson !"Lady Jane gasped.

She was make so I swiftly slid up the bed again and madam Margaret guided my phallus into Jane's now hot and willing quim.

"Oh Hanson, that is Maker, buss me !"she pleaded.

"No familiarity !"Lady Margaret insisted.

I kissed Jane's neck.

"No, desist I say !"Lady 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 !"Lady Margaret demanded and she grabbed the horse party whip from its leather bound case 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 gracious,"she sighed,"You must give Henry some lessons !"

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

"Yes gentlewoman,"I agreed for my balls were churning and a solid jet of cum erupted from my shaft making Jane pant as the ebullition of semen surged into her vagina.

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

"Far too passionate, too passionate by half,"ma'am Margaret retorted,"I told you no tenderness !"

"ma'am is simply jealous,"I explained.

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

"Certainly lady,"I replied sarcastically as I proceeded to ascertain my trouser and shoes.

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

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

"No, the Pres Young one,"I said,"The old squawk 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 bedchamber bell shape rang,"Oh shucks and blast,"Bessie sighed,"Now what !"

She went away and returned a few mo later,"They wants tea and biscuit in the bedroom !"she snapped."That Miss Jane has a grinning 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 nighttime alone, no Ladies, no Bessie.

The side by side good morning gentlewoman Margaret was perhaps even more objectionable 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 dejeuner as I followed her along the upstairs corridor.

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

"Mister Hanson !"she gasped.

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

"Mister Hanson please !"she protested but it was a hollow out protest. She let her underthings nightfall and stepped decorously out of them,"Pick them up !"she ordered.

"In due course of instruction brothel keeper,"I replied and I put my free arm around her and pulled her to me as I kissed her neck.

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

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

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

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

"chamber !"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 mortal when you have been fucked !"

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

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

"Absolutely,"she insisted,"Don't make 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 swath and dropped my trousers with the other.

My fellow 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 divulge her heart,"Hanson please !"she protested but soon her mammaries filled my custody 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 sentence to ejaculate !"

I shot my loading inside her. A twelve spurts may be to a greater extent, each imperfect 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 get 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 saucy !"she said but she smiled .