Anonymous - The Vicar's girl

'Calm yourself, Mary. You did right to come', Vanessa said and gave the girl a benign smile as they stood together in the hall.

'Interrupted your dinner, has I? I'm sorry, but I didn't know what to do'.

'We are at coffee. You have interrupted nothing but my train of thought, and that for the best. Let them go, Mary. Indeed, you may oust them out. Tell them that I wish it, but that I may soon enough call upon their services again'.

'Yes, ma'am, yes I will gladly. A bit of peace I'll have then, but I thought you was going to have more larks with them, that was what I thought'.

'Larks there will be a-plenty, Mary. As Papa used to say to me each morning, life has just begun. Are you thirsty? Shall I have something brought for you? I fear though here that it will have to be in the servants' quarters. When I return we shall be much more homely again, shall we not?'

'Are you coming back tomorrow, ma'am-are you?' Mary asked a little anxiously.

'Of course, and I shall wish to find you warm in bed', Vanessa teased, though she held much fond tenderness for the girl.-'See to Reggie, won't you? I do not want him breaking out of a sudden all over the village. Have him bring his prettiest pupil to the house tomorrow, and then we shall have much fun, I am sure of that'.

'Oooh yes, I'd love to do that. I'll tell him, shall I, tell him as you ordered it and that he must?'

'Of course you shall-of course you must. Now be off, Mary, for I must not keep my hosts waiting. They are a very proper family, you know'.

'Yes, I'm sure they are', Mary responded unthinkingly and then was gone again into the night, as Vanessa wished her to, for she had a few things to do yet.

Returning to the dining room where all were seated still at table, she heard Alice asking, 'May I have a liqueur, Papa, may I? Miss Markham said that I might. May I?'

'Miss Markham still says that you may, darling. Why, it brings a lovely warm feeling to the tummy, does it not, Mr. Partridge?' Vanessa challenged Eric who thereupon was forced to nod. Mabel sat demurely beside him, feeling now and then a hand stealing up her thigh and even inching her gown up to caress her knees. Apprehensions of the cane had left her… almost, but like Margaret and her own Papa she wondered still what the later night would bring. Every brushing of the insinuating fingers made her bottom wriggle.

'Shall you-er-are you-er-teaching Alice yet?' Margaret asked, having nothing else to say but feeling quite a desperation to speak and wondering rather vaguely why her brother-in-law had only one arm upon the table.

'I shall commence with Alice tomorrow-shall I not, Alice? What shall we do, do you think? Writing, reading and arithmetic? No, they are such dull things; we shall do something far more interesting, I am sure. But it is time for your bed and you, boys, too', Vanessa said in such a commanding fashion that, with a sheepish glance at Eric and Margaret, the four rose, uttering their goodnights in muffled fashion, though Fred and George glanced surreptitiously but with little hope towards their aunt.

Alice, finishing her liqueur, rose last and ran to give her Papa a kiss, still wondering much at what she had seen peeping out from his trousers earlier that day. A peck on her aunt's cheek then, and she was gone while Mabel sat in great and tremulous tension while fingertips continued stroking the milky, swelling skin above her stocking tops.

In the silence that followed the closing of the door, no one spoke for a moment. Regretfully, Eric slid his hand down from under Mabel's much ruffled skirt and resettled it on the table. Margaret yawned, covering her mouth delicately with her fingertips and then shaking her head as though to excuse herself.

'You are tired, Margaret. Will you not to bed also? Shall I bring you something-something such as warm milk, perhaps?' asked Vanessa in all apparent seriousness but with such a hint of a twinkle in her eyes as Margaret could not fail to miss the allusion to that which she had already im-bided six times that day, though not by mouth.

'If you would, my dear, if you would', responded Margaret who again felt herself drawn to the very edge of a horribly revealing conversation.

'As soon as you are undressed then. And you, Mabel, shall I bring you something-something nice-as soon as you are undressed?'

'Yes, Miss-if you wish, Miss', said Mabel meekly enough, whereupon Eric's hand immediately fell beneath the tablecloth again as Margaret rose and made her way out, as uncertain still of her fate as Mabel was, though she little doubted the insinuating message of the hand between her legs.

'We shall all to bed, then. What a day we have had- riding and teaching, talking and learning', Margaret heard from Vanessa, but then the dining room door closed and only murmurings came to her. The light was dim in the hall. Some foolish maid must have turned the gas down too low and then forgotten it. She heard one of the bathroom doors banging and the sound of feet scurrying and sighed. The boys were so noisy-except when she cautioned then against discovery. The thought made her smile reminis-cently. Vanessa was such a strange young woman, and yet so sympathetic to her needs. How long could it all last, though-how long?

Reaching the landing, which was no better lit than was the hallway below, Margaret glimpsed a dim, pale figure disappearing into a bedroom. George's and Freddy's room, she told herself vaguely, but then recalled that it was Hughie, and the naughty boy was obviously running around with all his clothes off. Rather nervously, Margaret hurried along to her own boudoir, intending for a moment to lock her door, but then remembering that Vanessa was to visit her, and besides, the key was gone. Vanessa must have taken it again.

It was silent suddenly then, as if all the bedroom doors were closed and all slept-but that was a foolish fancy, Margaret told herself pettishly as she reached her arms back to unfasten her gown. In a moment, clad only in a waist corset and stockings, she began idly brushing her hair, remembering the events of the day and how they had begun when she had sat so before. But the boys would not dare to venture in now, at least. That was why it seemed so quiet perhaps.

Eric had touched her bottom at last! The memory of that, too, returned to her. A quick vision of Alice danced across her mind, but was dismissed, as was that of Mabel who was equally an innocent. If Vanessa kept the key and if Eric visited her in the night… Margaret laid down her brush and toyed self-teasingly with her nipples at the thought. Was this, then, Vanessa's plan while she herself enjoyed Freddy and George-or even Hughie. It must not be Hughie, though. She did not want it to be Hughie. Her nipples stiffened quickly, but not at that thought, Margaret told herself faintly. One had wicked thoughts and did wicked things, but they must not be too wicked. Must they? Oh, this woman Vanessa was making her think too much, stirring up the devils in her mind too much.

Rising unsteadily, her heavy tits wobbling and feeling all a-tingle at the tips, Margaret threw herself upon her back, rubbing her stockinged thighs together occasionally and stealing one hand down-half guiltily as she felt now-to finger her lovelips. There had been a night once-so long ago-when, in a darkened room and all tipsy, three men had fucked her one after the other and she had lain swimming in their manly juices until the first revived again and came upon her belly, urging in his cock again.

It was before I was married. Many naughty things happened before I was married. They make me wicked now, they do, Margaret thought as the ever-rolling reminiscences tumbled through her mind and her plump thighs parted the more and her finger grew even busier.

Footsteps mounting the stairs came to her dimly, but she did not stir. Vanessa would guard her against interruptions. She had said she would, and she had kept her promise well that day…