It was another dingy unsympathetic day. I stood quietly by the sitting elbow room threshold in my sassy pantryman's undifferentiated black coat, and white-haired waistcoat and black trousers with a single bar awaiting instruction.

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

The Dowager or ma'am Margaret. She must have been in her 40 though she would have passed for sixty with ease in her Baron Hugh Caswall Tremenheere Dowding black widows attire. She was still in mourning for her late husband who had departed this mortal ringlet some two long time since. A happy sacking the staff surmised. Not that he was ill, merely hen pecked.

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

"Hanson, tell me,"she said in her Lake Superior interpreter,"What do you do for amusement on your day off."

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

"You don't have some short woman conceal 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 sergeant. Yet when the peace came a butler was the only post 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 renounce forthwith.

"No Madam, after my house visit I go to the brothel in Horton which his lordship frequented,"I lied."Therein I engage his lordship's favourite woman of the street. I have her dress all in black 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 sodomist, it is in the eyes !"she said delightedly."You're fabrication of course. He fornicated with every buxom wench he could lay hands on, but pay. You must be joking."

"Exaggerating slightly, perhaps Madam."I admitted.

"So Hanson, are you saying you would care to thresh about me with a horse whip and bugger me ?"she asked.

"That would be illegal Madam."I explained.

"Would you like to whip 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 patch but she was actually laughing.

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

They ate the princely repast with all the decorum of pigs at a bowl, and drank the fine wine as if it were lemon cordial.

"I say,"noblewoman Margaret, the Dowager, suddenly announced after rather too much French wine,"It would appear that Hanson here has a passionateness for whipping inadequate unsuspecting wench with a horse whip."

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

"No,"she replied,"But a reliable author William Tell me he likes to ingest some common trollop apparel in mourning opprobrious and then he whips and sodomises them."

"goodness God mother, in black ?"Godhead H laughed,"Perhaps you have an admirer ! What say you Hanson ?"

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

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

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

"Time for the Port I think,"master H laughed,"Well, well, well, what a thought mum cavalry whipped by the servants !"

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

The meal finished and the fellowship retired. I took my supper with Captain James Cook and the maids downstairs.

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

normalcy returned for a few days until both master H and Lady Jane went hunting.

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

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

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

She handed me a smarting leather bound case, unusually long and lose weight."Open it then."she ordered.

I opened the showcase. It contained a somewhat used horse whip.

"Is that what you wanted ?"she asked.

"Only in my dreams,"I admitted.

"Oh well, my misapprehension,"she said."dash the door and drop your trousers."

"gentlewoman ?"replied uncertainly.

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

"Yes brothel keeper, certainly madam,"I replied and I slid the room access bolt 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 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 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 horseback riding crop up his bum before he showed any inclination at all."

"Madam,"I agreed. She reached out and bear on my stopcock. She gripped the shaft and then rubbed a fingerbreadth 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 stunt woman bed. She pulled up her dame and I saw she wore no underclothing what so ever. Just a brace belt and stockings. Her quim was entirely exposed. Freshly shaven and probably perfumed."Fuck me Hanson, earn your wages for once,"she ordered.

"Of trend Madam,"I replied and I swiftly unmake my blackamoor patent leather indoor shoes and pulled my pant underpants and socks 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 penis towards her and the first touch I made was my hammer to her quim. It was soft, moist, hot, yielding. My member glided in like a knife through hot butter.

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

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

"Sorry Madam,"I apologised,"Shall I fuck you tenderly or shall I use you like a woman of the street ?"

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

"Thank you ma'am,"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 more effort."

No petting, no talking, it was like using an Army brothel again except I did not have my army issue prophylactic sheath.

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

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

I had no answer the sluice valve were well and truly open and my cock 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 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 bird raised and stifle spread waiting for the maid to wipe her quim and thighs,"I am afraid Hanson was more potent than I imagined."

"rich person you been fucking the butler ma'am,"Bessie gasped.

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

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

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

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

"A very foolish little girl more likely,"ma'am H insisted."Anyway back to the kitchen your work is done here."

She saw me standing there watching."Have to prevent the lower club in their plaza or lord knows what would befall,"she explained.

For the difference of the day and the watch day ma'am Margaret was her common disagreeable self but then Lord H went to British capital alone and arranged to pass the night at his club.

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

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

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

I knocked politely."seed in,"Lady Margaret ordered."Bolt the doorway there's a just chap."

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

Lady Margaret wasted no time"Ah Hanson, I do think we are in motivation of your special attribute. My son being a somewhat feeble and under the weather individual has thus far singularly failed to provide dear Jane with offspring. It has been remarked upon and causes some overplus within society."

"Indeed Madam ?"I replied.

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

"Not immediately Madam,"I admitted.

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

"You make him sound like a award bull,"Lady Jane teased.

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

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

"Rather LE I fear,"Lady Margaret admitted,"But Hanson has unswerving haunches, safe lungs, good temperament and a wise headspring and has lineament not dissimilar to my son's so I believe he will make a admirable stallion."

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

"No you do not, your task is to prang up 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 look a piddling Whitney Young and vulnerable ?"I suggested.

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

"Thirty seven,"Lady Jane confirmed.

"Hanson would give birth exceeded that in a fortnight,"Lady Margaret sighed,"My son is a terrible disappointment Hanson, his father was a long-winded bore but he could be persuaded to perform. I do confess I am at my card end over this son and heir business."

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

"No tenderness, no considerateness, no making love, simply infuse 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 dame Jane.

"If you are Hanson,"she agreed.

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

"On the bed please Jane, disperse your legs so Hanson may infuse you."gentlewoman Margaret ordered,"Trousers off Hanson."

I responded with alacrity, I shed my horseshoe and trouser, windsock and underpants and my jacket and would possess been naked but for gentlewoman Margaret's cry to desist."decent !"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 tariff Hanson,"madam Margaret urged.

I climbed onto the bed, my member now fully upright, rampant indeed. The madam Margaret grasped my member from behind me, reaching through my leg and aiming it at the younger adult female's quim.

My member 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 privileged thigh, she gasped and so I slowly butt on my kisses upwards towards her quim,"Ohhhh !"she gasped,"Patrick Henry has never done that !"

I kissed her hill and then parted her lower lips with my fingerbreadth and ran my lingua around the moist channel between.

"Ohhhhh Hanson !"peeress Jane gasped.

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

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

"No familiarity !"Lady Margaret insisted.

I kissed Jane's neck.

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

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

"still 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 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 nice,"she sighed,"You must give Henry some example !"

"Don't be ridiculous !"noblewoman Margaret snapped,"Oh culture can't you !"

"Yes madam,"I agreed for my balls were churning and a solid jet of cum erupted from my gibe 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 warmheartedness !"

"gentlewoman is simply jealous,"I explained.

"Don't be so fresh !"ma'am Margaret snapped though she blushed ruby as she said it,"And put your pant on you will frighten the servants !"

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

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

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

"No, the young one,"I said,"The old kick kind of oversee !"

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

I looked in the mirror and wiped it away.

The bedroom ship's bell rang,"Oh damn and blast,"Bessie sighed,"Now what !"

She went away and returned a few minutes later,"They wants tea and biscuits in the bedroom !"she snapped."That girl Jane has a grinning like a Cheshire cat, what the blaze you done to her Hanson ?"

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

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

The next morning Lady Margaret was perhaps even more objectionable than usual. She belittled and tormented me incessantly,"I do consider you have missed your career 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 pollex in the waistband 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 fret my thumb against her quim.

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

"In due grade gentlewoman,"I replied and I put my discharge arm around her and pulled her to me as I kissed her neck.

"Stop !"she hissed, as I caressed her left tit. 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 early melodic 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.

"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 make love,"I explained,"But you do appear 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 familiarity remember."

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

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

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

My penis sprang free, stiff and rearing 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 safe !"she gasped.

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

I shot my load inside her. A dozen spurts may be Thomas More, each watery 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 rend my underwear down on a whim."

"Then don't article of clothing underclothing ma'am,"I suggested quite reasonably.

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