It was another dreary disagreeable day. I stood quietly by the sitting room door in my smart butler's uniform black coating, and grey waistcoat and ignominious trousers with a unmarried stripe awaiting instruction.

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

The Dowager or Lady Margaret. She must have been in her forties though she would have passed for LX with ease in her dowdy disastrous widows garb. She was still in mourning for her lately husband who had departed this mortal coil some two years since. A happy handout the faculty surmised. Not that he was ill, merely hen pecked.

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

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

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

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

I was thoroughly fed up with being a Butler. Ten old age I served in the Devon and Somerset Yeomanry rising to colour sergeant. Yet when the serenity came a pantryman was the but post I could secure.

"No Madam."I replied.

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

"No Madam."I insisted.

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

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

I had had sufficiency of her. I resolved to leave office forthwith.

"No gentlewoman, after my home visit I go to the brothel in Horton which his lordship frequented,"I lied."Therein I engage his Lordship's favourite working girl. I have her frock all in black as his lordship did. Then I beat her with a horse whip 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 sodomite, it is in the center !"she said delightedly."You're fabrication of course. He fornicated with every buxom skirt he could lay custody on, but pay. You must be joking."

"Exaggerating slightly, perhaps Madam."I admitted.

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

"That would be illegal Madam."I explained.

"Would you like to slash me with a horse lash ?"she asked.

"Indeed, I think I should savor 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 young wife lady Jane returned in time for dinner party so I had to be on tariff in the dining room.

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

"I say,"lady Margaret, the Dowager, suddenly announced after rather too much Daniel Chester French wine,"It would appear that Hanson here has a mania for whipping poor unsuspecting wenches with a horse whip."

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

"No,"she replied,"But a reliable source tells me he likes to give some usual trollop attire 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 cream her within an ounce of her spirit given a half chance my nobleman,"I explained.

"capital letter, capital !"Lord H laughed,"Oh you are a comedian Hanson and no fault. Thrash mom. She would eat you for breakfast !"

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

"time for the Port I think,"Lord H laughed,"fountainhead, well, well, what a thought mum horse whipped by the handmaiden !"

"Geoffrey, please !"lady Jane chided. Poor Lady Jane. Barely twenty dollar bill two. Married two days and still childless. Cook said it was because nobleman H was impotent though how she knew was unclear.

The meal finished and the folk 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 grok the Dowager's reaction.

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

I was in the kitchen when the Dowager's bedroom gong rang. Bessie the amah 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 room after knocking politely.

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

She handed me a bright leather spring case, unusually long and thin."unfastened it then."she ordered.

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

"Is that what you wanted ?"she asked.

"Only in my dreams,"I admitted.

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

"Madam ?"replied uncertainly.

"thunderbolt the door and set down your trousers I shall not evidence you again,"she repeated.

"Yes Madam, certainly madam,"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.

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

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

"And underpants,"she added.

"Yes Madam,"I agreed. I had a job. My member like a tent terminal, making a collapsible shelter of my underpants.

Carefully I eased them down.

"Very promising,"she said admiringly,"Standing to aid already, my henry needed a riding craw up his buns before he showed any leaning at all."

"ma'am,"I agreed. She reached out and touched my cock. 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 encompassing forked bed. She pulled up her skirts and I saw she wore no underclothes what so ever. Just a suspender whang and stockings. Her quim was entirely exposed. Freshly shaven and probably perfumed."nookie me Hanson, earn your reward for once,"she ordered.

"Of course Madam,"I replied and I swiftly undid my black patent of invention leather indoor shoes and pulled my trousers underpants and socks off to remain firm before her.
"I do so like a man who takes his wind sock 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 contact I made was my cock to her quim. It was delicate, moist, hot, yielding. My penis glided in like a knife through hot butter.

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

"No kissing,"she said,"No unjustified 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 dame,"I said."In that face take that you bitch,"I said and I slammed into her.

"Not quite what I had in intellect,"she laughed,"I would choose less talking and Sir Thomas More effort."

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

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

But she grasped my buttocks,"Yes !"she said,"passing make full me, flood me piddle me feel like a woman again."

I had no reply the penstock were well and truly undecided and my cock was pumping like a attack 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 zip up Bessie,"she complained.

"dame ?"I queried.

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

peeress Margaret sat with her doll raised and knees spread waiting for the housemaid to wipe her quim and thighs,"I am afraid Hanson was more potent than I imagined."

"rich person you been fucking the butler brothel keeper,"Bessie gasped.

"No you stupid girl, he has been fucking me,"she snapped. I could scarce trust her candidness and want of decorum.

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

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

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

"A very foolish young lady 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 keep the low rescript in their post or noble knows what would happen,"she explained.

For the remainder of the day and the chase day ma'am Margaret was her usual disagreeable self but then Lord H went to capital of the United Kingdom 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."ejaculate in,"Lady Margaret ordered."thunderbolt the room access there's a good chap."

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

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

"Indeed Madam ?"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 legal brief trial run to establish Hanson's potency Jane and he is quite equal in that regard."

"You make him sound like a appreciate horseshit,"madam Jane teased.

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

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

"Rather lupus erythematosus I fear,"Lady Margaret admitted,"But Hanson has steadfast haunches, goodness lungs, right temperament and a judicious straits and has features not unlike 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 job is to impregnate my girl in law,"Lady Margaret insisted,"Surely you have no objections ?"

I looked at dame Jane, a visual sensation of lovliness as she looked at me and looked away embarrassed.

"Er, well she does reckon a petty Whitney Young and vulnerable ?"I suggested.

"commodity Maker, she's been married for two days and fucked lord knows how many times."Lady Margaret snapped.

"Thirty seven,"Lady Jane confirmed.

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

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

"No philia, no retainer, no making love, simply instill her like a bull serving his cow,"Lady Margaret insisted,"I shall of form supervise."

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

"If you are Hanson,"she agreed.

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

"On the bed please Jane, spread your legs so Hanson may saturate you."Lady Margaret ordered,"pant off Hanson."

I responded with alacrity, I shed my skid and trouser, socks 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 articulatio genus parted and raised her underthings removed and her quim clearly displayed.

I stared,"To your duty Hanson,"noblewoman Margaret urged.

I climbed onto the bed, my phallus now fully upright, rearing indeed. The lady Margaret grasped my extremity from behind me, reaching through my legs and aiming it at the immature woman's quim.

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

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

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

I kissed her mound and then parted her lower sassing with my digit and ran my natural language around the moist groove between.

"Ohhhhh Hanson !"noblewoman 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 uncoerced quim.

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

"No familiarity !"noblewoman Margaret insisted.

I kissed Jane's neck.

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

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

"Hush my angel,"I said quietly and I silenced her with a candy kiss on her lips.

"No, I forbid it. Absolutely. Desist I say !"Lady Margaret demanded and she grabbed the horse whiplash from its leather leap case and slashed me across the buttocks.

I flinched.

"Oh yessss !"Lady Jane gasped as I thrust even more firmly.

"Oh just be done !"gentlewoman Margaret insisted in resignation,"Just be done."

Jane was smiling up at me, her heart shining,"Ohhh that is sooo courteous,"she sighed,"You must give H some object lesson !"

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

"Yes Madam,"I agreed for my balls were churning and a upstanding jet of cum erupted from my peter making Jane pant 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 !"

"gentlewoman is simply jealous,"I explained.

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

"Certainly madam,"I replied sarcastically as I proceeded to find out my trouser and shoes.

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

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

"No, the Edward Young one,"I said,"The old bitch sort of monitor !"

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

I looked in the mirror and wiped it away.

The chamber bell rang,"Oh damn and clap,"Bessie sighed,"Now what !"

She went away and returned a few minutes later,"They wants tea and biscuits 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 way later and I'll show you !"I laughed.

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

The next morning Lady Margaret was perhaps even more obnoxious than common. She belittled and tormented me incessantly,"I do think 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 chick and tucked my quarter round in the cincture of her pantaloons and pulled them to her knees.

"Mister Hanson !"she gasped.

"Madam ?"I queried as I thrust my bridge player between her thighs and rubbed 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,"choice them up !"she ordered.

"In due course madam,"I replied and I put my resign arm around her and pulled her to me as I kissed her neck.

"Stop !"she hissed, as I caressed her left knocker. Her teat 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 trunk had former approximation. Her rapidly thawing quim was moistening and my ovolo edged slowly inside 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 threshold, I closed and bolted it.

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

"I don't really make out,"I explained,"But you do seem 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 sham 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 bang and dropped my trouser with the other.

My member sprang free, firm and rampant and I eased it slowly into her now moist vagina. As soon as I was fully sheathed I began to divulge her bosoms,"Hanson please !"she protested but soon her mammaries filled my deal 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 prison term to ejaculate !"

I shot my incumbrance inside her. A dozen spurts may be more, each sapless 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 pull my underclothing down on a whim."

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

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