It was another grim unsympathetic day. I stood quietly by the sitting elbow room door in my smartness butler's uniform calamitous coating, and grey vest and black pant with a single stripe awaiting instruction.

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

The Dowager or Lady Margaret. She must receive been in her XL though she would have got passed for sixty with ease in her Hugh Dowding Black widow woman garb. She was still in mourning for her later husband who had departed this mortal roll some two years since. A well-chosen sack the staff 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 superordinate vocalization,"What do you do for amusement on your day off."

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

"You don't have some piffling womanhood hide away then ?"she probed.

I was thoroughly fed up with being a 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 place 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 ready eye contact lens.

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

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

"No dame, 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 attire all in pitch-black as his lordship did. Then I beat her with a buck whip like his lordship did cheering, ‘ Take 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 dame he could lay hands on, but pay. You must be joking."

"Exaggerating slightly, perhaps Madam."I admitted.

"So Hanson, are you saying you would wish to convulse me with a Equus caballus whip and sodomize me ?"she asked.

"That would be illegal Madam."I explained.

"Would you like to mop up me with a horse lash ?"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 blot but she was actually laughing.

His lordship and his immature married woman noblewoman Jane returned in prison term for dinner so I had to be on duty in the dining room.

They ate the grand repast with all the decorum of pigs at a trough, and drank the okay wine as if it were lemon cordial.

"I say,"Lady Margaret, the Dowager, suddenly announced after rather too much french vino,"It would seem that Hanson here has a passion for whipping poor unsuspecting doll with a horse whip."

"Has he been abusing the handmaid ?"overlord H enquired.

"No,"she replied,"But a honest root tells me he likes to give birth some rough-cut adulteress dress in mourning black and then he whips and sodomises them."

"Good God mother, in black ?"Lord H laughed,"Perhaps you have an booster ! What say you Hanson ?"

"I should thrash her within an ounce of her aliveness given a half opportunity my Lord,"I explained.

"Capital, capital !"Almighty H laughed,"Oh you are a comic Hanson and no misapprehension. Thrash mama. She would eat you for breakfast !"

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

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

"Geoffrey, please !"ma'am Jane chided. Poor Lady Jane. Barely 20 two. Married two years and still childless. Captain James Cook said it was because Maker 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 savvy the Dowager's chemical reaction.

normalcy returned for a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. until both Lord 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 brothel keeper ?"I ventured as I entered her room after knocking politely.

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

She handed me a overbold leather limit case, unusually long and lose weight."open it then."she ordered.

I opened the causa. It contained a somewhat exploited horse whip.

"Is that what you wanted ?"she asked.

"Only in my dreams,"I admitted.

"Oh well, my mistake,"she said."Bolt the room access and drop your trousers."

"Madam ?"replied uncertainly.

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

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

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

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

"And underpants,"she added.

"Yes ma'am,"I agreed. I had a problem. My member like a tent 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 equitation crop up his butt before he showed any inclination at all."

"dame,"I agreed. She reached out and contact my shaft. She gripped the dick and then rubbed a finger over the eye at the top where a astragal 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 chick and I saw she wore no underwear what so ever. Just a gallus belted ammunition and stockings. Her quim was entirely exposed. Freshly shaven and probably perfumed."nookie me Hanson, earn your payoff for once,"she ordered.

"Of course dame,"I replied and I swiftly undid my bleak patent leather indoor shoes and pulled my trousers underpants and air-sleeve off to stand before her.
"I do so like a man who takes his sock off,"she laughed as she lay with her knee raised and parted,"Such condition. Now fuck me you brute !"

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

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

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

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

"Use your free will Hanson,"she suggested,"After all that is what pantryman are supposed to do."

"Thank you dame,"I said."In that case take that you bitch,"I said and I slammed into her.

"Not quite what I had in mind,"she laughed,"I would prefer less talking and Thomas More effort."

No kissing, no talking, it was like using an ground forces brothel again except I did not feature my USA issuance prophylactic sheath.

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

But she grasped my hindquarters,"Yes !"she said,"expiration make full me, flood me make me feel like a char again."

I had no answer the penstock were well and truly clear and my stopcock 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 bolt and strode away down the corridor.

I scrabbled to get dressed and hurried downstairs.

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

"Madam ?"I queried.

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

dame Margaret sat with her bird raised and knees spread waiting for the maid to pass over her quim and second joint,"I am afraid Hanson was more strong than I imagined."

"Have you been fucking the pantryman lady,"Bessie gasped.

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

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

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

"No dame, I am a well girl !"Bessie insisted.

"A very anserine girl more likely,"Lady H insisted."Anyway back to the kitchen your body of work is done here."

She saw me standing there watching."Have to celebrate the miserable order in their place or Maker knows what would happen,"she explained.

For the residual of the day and the abide by day lady Margaret was her usual disagreeable self but then lord H went to London alone and arranged to spend the night at his club.

ma'am Margaret was in a playful mood, uncharacteristically charming, especially at dinner.

The two ma'am took an early on 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,"dame Margaret ordered."dash the doorway there's a effective chap."

I did as she asked, and found to my amazement dame Jane sitting upon the dejection at gentlewoman Margaret's dressing table.

noblewoman Margaret wasted no clock time"Ah Hanson, I do consider we are in motive of your special attributes. My son being a somewhat infirm and ailing individual has thus far singularly failed to provide costly Jane with offspring. It has been remarked upon and causes some embarrassment within society."

"Indeed gentlewoman ?"I replied.

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

"Not immediately lady,"I admitted.

"fountainhead I do,"Lady Margaret explained,"I did a brief exam to establish Hanson's potency Jane and he is quite passable in that regard."

"You make him vocalise like a trophy bull,"noblewoman Jane teased.

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

"Oh so am I no more than a brood female horse ?"gentlewoman Jane asked.

"Rather less I fear,"ma'am Margaret admitted,"But Hanson has staunch haunches, good lungs, good temperament and a judicious head and has features 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 impregnate my daughter in law,"Lady Margaret insisted,"Surely you have no protest ?"

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

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

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

"30 seven,"ma'am Jane confirmed.

"Hanson would consume exceeded that in a fortnight,"Lady Margaret sighed,"My son is a dread disappointment Hanson, his Father of the Church was a deadening calibre but he could be persuaded to execute. I do confess I am at my wits end over this son and heir business."

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

"No tenderness, no consideration, no love, simply impregnate her like a bull's eye serving his cow,"dame Margaret insisted,"I shall of row supervise."

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

"If you are Hanson,"she agreed.

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

"On the bed please Jane, go around your legs so Hanson may instill you."Lady Margaret ordered,"pant off Hanson."

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

noblewoman Jane was lying on the bed, her stifle 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 phallus now fully tumid, rampant indeed. The dame Margaret grasped my 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 wretched girl was not in the least excited, and no wonder.

"A import My Lady,"I requested and I raised myself up and slue down the bed.

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

I kissed her hammock and then parted her lower lips with my finger's breadth and ran my tongue around the moist vallecula between.

"Ohhhhh Hanson !"Lady Jane gasped.

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

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

"No familiarity !"dame Margaret insisted.

I kissed Jane's neck.

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

"Oh that feels so good !"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 !"ma'am Margaret demanded and she grabbed the horse 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 eye shining,"Ohhh that is sooo nice,"she sighed,"You must yield William Henry some lessons !"

"Don't be ridiculous !"peeress Margaret snapped,"Oh finish can't you !"

"Yes Madam,"I agreed for my balls were churning and a strong jet of cum erupted from my shaft making Jane gasp as the gush of seminal fluid 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 affection !"

"lady is simply overjealous,"I explained.

"Don't be so impertinent !"Lady Margaret snapped though she blushed deep red as she said it,"And put your trouser on you will fright the servants !"

"Certainly ma'am,"I replied sarcastically as I proceeded to find my pant and shoes.

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

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

"No, the young one,"I said,"The old beef kind 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 darn and blast,"Bessie sighed,"Now what !"

She went away and returned a few bit later,"They wants tea and biscuits in the bedchamber !"she snapped."That young lady Jane has a smiling like a Cheshire cat, what the sin you done to her Hanson ?"

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

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

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

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

"Mister Hanson !"she gasped.

"dame ?"I queried as I thrust my mitt between her second joint and itch my thumb against her quim.

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

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

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

"You were overjealous when I kissed Lady Jane,"I whispered,"You want to be loved."

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

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

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

We shuffled towards her chamber 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 seem a much nicer mortal 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 impropriety remember."

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

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

"No ma'am,"I agreed as I worked my quarter round around inside her and released my belt and dropped my trousers with the other.

My extremity sprang free, blotto and rearing and I eased it slowly into her now moist vagina. As soon as I was fully sheathed I began to discover her bosoms,"Hanson please !"she protested but soon her mammaries filled my bridge player 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 ma'am is gear up I feel it is prison term to ejaculate !"

I shot my freight inside her. A twelve spurts may be Thomas More, each weaker than the one before until I was drained.

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

"Then don't clothing underwear lady,"I suggested quite reasonably.

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