Anonymous - Venus in the Country

“B… b… b…” bubbled Miranda and cast herself into the comforting arms of Pamela, who came down beside her.

“And who has been naughty?” Pamela demanded gently. She was beginning to understand that the manor had not been one of total calm during her absence.

“Oh, P… P… Pamela, I w… went to Helen's r… room just to borrow something and oh!”

Pamela's heart beat a trifle faster, for she scarce needed to be told what Miranda had discovered. Coming upon the licentious scene as she had, Miranda had been accorded a brief but lively birching by her Papa for “peeping,” and since his cock was all a-waggle at the time, some rather merry scenes had ensued. Miranda, having her bottom well warmed, had been sufficiently aroused to have desired also to receive the fruits of Sir Richard's endeavours, but Helen-affecting jealousy-had packed her off to her room and bid her fiercely not to unveil their secrets.

“Indeed, that is so, Miranda,” Pamela assured her fervently and went on to explain that all such matters were secret and must not be divulged-save perhaps to herself, she added promptly. However, finding that her charge remained unmollified, Pamela took herself without further ado to Sir Richard's room and there lectured him quietly but sternly on his duties.

Sir Richard listened to all with bemusement, for he had now fully persuaded himself that it was Pamela alone who had put the whole house topsy-turvy and guided him into paths of unrighteousness. But this the dear girl had also anticipated and went on to speak in no uncertain manner of how things were to be regulated in the future. Her ladyship, Pamela remarked acidly, was minded solely for her own pleasures, though she was not so indiscreet as to describe them nor her own part in them. What mattered, she said, was that Sir Richard should better organise his affairs so that he reestablished himself as head of the household while she, Pamela, would advise him on his course of actions.

Rather to his own surprise, the good knight listened carefully to all. There was no doubt that Pamela was quite the most delightful girl he had ever met, and he found himself truly enchanted by what she considered the logic of her philosophy. That she intended to be his guiding light, while remaining discreetly in the background, he found not displeasing.

“Very well, my dear, I doubt not that you are right,” he concluded gravely when the maiden had finished her dissertation. She would obviously need a larger allowance-a proposal that Pamela accepted with the faintest of nods, not wishing to be seen to invite such an idea. Being quite businesslike in such matters and not ungenerous, Sir Richard offered a sum on which Pamela was persuaded to agree.

Sealing the bargain with kisses, the two stood embracing whilst Sir Richard fondled her warm bottom, this being the only caress that she accorded him. Mindful of her charges and without mentioning the name of the rascally Captain Dancer, Pamela spared not the fond knight's blushes by declaring that, Helen having been accorded Cupid's salute, Miranda must now receive the same, though thereafter they should be free to choose their own swains and to receive such injections as either freely needed.

All this being said in an equally businesslike way put a fair polish on the situation, which caused Sir Richard to take the view that his life had been considerably expanded by the intrusion of this delightful if unusual young lady whom he was minded to make his official mistress.

“That may be so or not so,” replied Pamela, who being at all times of careful disposition, was ever careful not to finally commit herself to anything. Such apparent coyness naturally increased her employer's desire for her, as she well anticipated that it might, and hence she distanced herself from his searching hands, reminding him that he must conserve himself for the hunt ball.

“Shall you be present? Oh, indeed you must,” Sir Richard averred.

Turning away from him and gazing down upon the verdant green of the countryside that surrounded them, Pamela uttered a little sigh of pleasure and quite decided that she would spend a few more months there before moving on to new pastures.

“Yes, and it shall be a masked ball-I have decided,” she said. “No doubt, Sir Richard, you will announce that early on and send word about to the guests.”

“Ah, yes-yes indeed,” responded the knight, who had always left such arrangements to his wife. How she might respond to it he knew not, and he expressed such hesitation to Pamela, who listened coolly.

“You will take the birch to her, Sir Richard, if need be. She is in her room now. I suggest you attend to that forthwith. Upon satisfying myself that you have dealt with that situation, I may accord you a few favours tonight. But now I have other things to do. To your wife's room, if you please, sir!”

“Ah, yes-yes, of course-forthwith,” replied Sir Richard, who otherwise saw the gates of heaven closing upon him. Casting his eyes about, he looked for the birch, but saw it not.

“You left it in Helen's room after you had attended to Miranda. I will fetch it. I do not wish her to be again disturbed at the moment, and I wish to have a little talk with her. Wait, please!”

Quite haplessly, Sir Richard nodded. He was trapped, it seemed, in many directions, though not undesirably so when the hunter was as inviting and comely as Pamela. He therefore waited until she fetched it, and under her watching eye, proceeded to the boudoir of his spouse.

What happened therein need not be a matter for detailed examination. Neither of the pair being blameless in matters of indiscretion-and each knowing much of the other's sins-a battle of wills at first ensued which might have seen no immediate end had not an outraged Belinda had her bottom infinitely more attended to by the swishing birch than ever Miranda had had that day. Quite overwhelmed, however, by her husband's unexpected masterfulness, Belinda finally implored the solace of his cock, this being the mode whereby she hoped to enchant him anew.

Of this, however, Pamela had forewarned him, and thus the sobbing dame was left clutching her hot bottom whilst Sir Richard roundly declared that she would be confined to her room for the rest of the day. Descending in high spirits at his victory, he thereupon rousted out their guests in a firm but polite manner, whilst advising them of the new arrangements for the ball. This, it should be explained, was always held on the night following the hunt in order that all might recoup their amourous powers.

Meanwhile, Pamela saw to it that Helen bathed and dressed, for a girl must at all times appear of attractive aspect. Not revealing what she knew, but dropping many a hint upon the way, she expanded upon her philosophy to the pretty maiden, who listened all agog and duly absorbed all she was told.

The little matter of Miranda was ever uppermost in her mind, however, and this she timourously tried to introduce into the conversation without betraying the actual circumstances.

“Yes, yes-Miranda is going to be seen to, my pet,” Pamela said quietly and felt that she needed to add no other explanation as she finally kissed the girl's sultry lips. That Helen might endeavour to discover for herself how that was to be effected she had no doubt, and hence decided to spend the night in that young lady's room so that Miranda might proceed undisturbed in her discoveries of the pleasures of Priapus.

Diverting the conversation to the hunt ball, Pamela brought a happy glow to Helen's cheeks by advising her that she might attend.

“Not only shall we be masked, my sweet, but I have decided we shall wear each other's dresses. Will that not be jolly fun?” enquired Pamela.

Helen's eyes were all a-sparkle at the idea and she assented eagerly. It needed not to be said between them that each could then receive the appropriate salutes of one and all whilst concealing their identities.