Anonymous - Frank and I

Time passed. I did not see much of Frances; but I often saw Miss Martin, and from her I learnt that Mrs. Markham was being ardently courted by Mr. Gilbert; so I daily expected to hear that she was engaged.

Another week went by, and then one morning, I received a note from her asking me to call at three o’clock. I went to the house at the appointed time, and found her looking rather flushed and excited, but very lovely. I thought that she had something important to tell me; and so she had, but at first she only talked about the most trivial things, and she looked so “fetching,” that I sac down beside her on the sofa and proceeded to feel her hidden charms. I squeezed her bottom, stroked her thighs, and played with the silky hair of the “spot”; then, as she only smiled, I attempted to place her in position for a poke. But she would not allow me to lay her on her back; she began to struggle, saying: “Don’t, Charley! Please don’t do that Let me go; I have something to tell you.”

I at once released her; then she sat up on the sofa and arranged her disordered petticoats, with a curious little smile on her face.

“Well, what have you got to tell me?” I asked, though I well knew what I should hear.

“Mi. Gilbert has asked me to marry him, and I have consented. I have grown to love him, and therefore I do not think I ought to let you embrace me any more. You know I have always been a faithful woman, both as a sweetheart, and as a wife. No man has ever touched me but you, and my late husband. And now I intend to be faithful to my future husband. You are not angry with me, I hope?”

“No, no,” I replied, kissing her in a fatherly manner, “I on not the least angry with you. I have no right to be. I know that you have always been true to me; and I think you are quite right to be true to the man who is going to marry you.”

She smiled, and pressed my hand. Then I asked: “When ire you going to be married?”

“In two months’ time. And I want you to do me a favour.”

“What can I do for you?”

“I want you to give me away. Everyone thinks you are my guardian.”

This was rather a startling request; but after a moment’s thought I decided to do as she wished, when the time came. As I had to give her up, I might as well give her away. So I said:

“Very well, Frances. I will give you away.”

“Oh, you dear old Charley!” she exclaimed, kissing me. “I am so happy now! I was afraid you would take the whole affair quite differently, and be cross and disagreeable. It would have made me very miserable if we had parted on bad terms. We always got on so well, when we lived together.”

“Except on the occasions when I spanked you,” I observed, smiling. “Oh, I didn’t mind the spankings much,” she said, laughing. “But I shall never forget that last birching you gave me.” Then she added in a tone of regret: “After I am married I shall never have a chance of using the rod, as Dora is to go to a boarding-school.”

“If you really wish to use the rod, you will manage to do so, somehow or other,” I observed smiling.

“Oh, I know what I shall do,” she said laughingly, but half in earnest. “I will get a nice little page boy about thirteen years old; and whenever he misbehaves I will birch him. I should like to take a boy of that age across my knees.”

“I doubt if a boy thirteen years old would let you flog him. He would most probably pull your hair down,” I said, laughing. Then I asked: “Has Miss Martin got another engagement?”

“Not yet. But I am going to look after her until she gets a really good situation. She is a dear woman, and I am very fond of her.”

Then looking at me slyly, she went on: “Do you know, Charley, that Miss Martin admires you very much? She thinks you are such a fine, handsome man. In fact, she once told me that she would like to be kissed on the lips by you,”

“Oh, indeed!” said I, with a laugh. “That is very flattering to me. But perhaps she was joking?”

“I don’t think she was. Why don’t you make love to her? You know she is a well-made woman, and you heard her say, the day I whipped her, that she would tike to feel herself b the arms of a vigorous man. Take her in your arms some day, and kiss her well. I know she is voluptuous, and I am almost certain she will let you ‘have’ her.”

“Well,” said I, laughing, “there is an old saw, which says, ‘Never kiss the maid when you can kiss the mistress.’ But as you won’t let me ‘kiss’ you any more, I may perhaps try for the governess some day. However, if she shows any coyness, I will let her alone. I won’t bother myself to regularly make love to her.”

Frances smiled, saying: “Think over what I have told you. And call on me whenever you like. I shall always be glad to see my ‘guardian.’ But,” she added with a. laugh, “he must not attempt to take any more liberties with his ward.” Then she added: “I must run away and dress, as I am going out for a drive with Arthur.”

So saying, she shook hands with me, and tripped out of the room, leaving me feeling rather forlorn. But, after all, I really had nothing to complain of. Frances had always treated me fairly; and in the present case she had acted in a perfectly straightforward manner. I went off to my club, and I played a rubber of whist; then I had a good dinner, with a bottle of champagne; and by the time I had smoked my cigar, I felt much better, and quite reconciled to the idea of Frances’ marriage. Then I began to think about Miss Martin. I had sometimes been inclined to get up an intrigue with her; but had hitherto refrained, out of a feeling of faithfulness towards Frances. But now that all was over between us, I said to myself that I would have a try at the buxom governess before she left her present situation. She had a nice face; her figure was undeniable, and she had a grand bottom.

A few days passed uneventfully; then I received a note from Frances, written b her brief style. It said:

“Dear Charley, I shall be out all day. Call at three o’clock, and ask for me as usual. Miss Martin will be at home alone. Make the attempt! I think you will succeed.

Yours, Frances.” P.S. “She knows nothing about this little plot.”

I laughed and at once made up my mind to try my luck. At three o’clock I called at the house and asked for Mrs. Markham.

The maid told me that her mistress was out, but that Miss Martin was at home. I said that I would see her, so I was shown up to the drawing-room, where I found the lady comfortably seated in an easy-chair beside the fire, reading a novel

She appeared to be glad to see me, shaking hands with me warmly, and informing me that she was all alone, as Mrs. Markham had gone out to spend the day. I feigned surprise at hearing that; then I sat down beside her and we began to chat I do not think she meant to attract my attention to her figure; but my eyes were attracted, and I thought she was looking very desirable. She was leaning back in her chair in an attitude which displayed the swelling contours of her luxuriant bosom, and the curves of her broad hips; her feet were on the fender, and she showed her neat ankles clad in black silk stockings.

After a few ordinary remarks, we began to talk about Mrs. Markham’s approaching marriage, and also about matrimony in general. Then we got upon the subject of love, free and untrammelled, and I quoted some rather erotic passages from Swinburne’s “Songs before Sunrise”; at the same time taking her hand, and squeezing it. The pressure was slightly returned. Keeping possession of her hand, I bent over and kissed her cheek. She shrank away slightly, but did not appear to be offended; so I sat down on the floor at her feet and put my left arm found her waist; then, pressing my mouth to her full red lips, I put my right hand up her petticoats and took hold of her plump leg just below the frill of her drawers. She closed her eyes, a blush rose to her cheeks, and her bosom began to flutter; but she never moved; so, thrusting my hand higher up among the flounced draperies, I opened the slit of her drawers and touched her cunt She started, and uttered a little ejaculation; then throwing one leg over the other, she gripped my hand tightly between her warm thighs; but she did not say a word. I had taken the outworks without any trouble, so I knew that I should soon occupy the fortress!