Anonymous: A Stately English Mansion

What a bum, what flexible hips, what voluptuous expertise, he told himself smugly, being convinced that he was solely responsible for the arousal of her desires and having really no idea that the lady had but been reviving old memories in a pleasurable atmosphere.

Much silent pondering thus occurred upon the awakening of the household the next morning, and indeed to a point wherein an atmosphere of caution appeared to hold sway, ripe with promise as it seemed to Easton. Several times he endeavoured with almost comical, silent gestures to induce Miss Martin into his study, but to his profound annoyance she appeared to be absentmindedly unaware of his presence, or else looked through him as if her mind were on other things.

At this, Easton's frustration took an edge. Letitia herself seemed not so much distant as vague which both mollified but disturbed him, for she failed to ask him what had passed the night before in Kate's room. Outwardly, she gave no signs of suspicion about the latter, though she and Miss Martin appeared guarded in each other's presence.

In part, it must be said, all this was due to the seemingly sweet innocence of Kate to whom Letitia had much taken. Once the mind is disturbed by certain things, it will fasten with equal irritation on others-this being often enough referred to in certain quarters as 'kicking the cat'. Thus while Letitia was resentful of her husband's failure to pleasure her, her silent wrath turned equally on Miss Martin whom she saw as a prime mover in all. Irritation, too, with herself at the submissive part she played in the many wickednesses of Easton's plans vis-a-vis young girls, had a great part in her mood that day. On the other hand, and as if in recompense, she lavished a quiet affection upon Kate and had begun to resolve that Easton would not mount the girl as he obviously intended to.

Such is the web of thought that certain incidents can weave. As she saw it, Letitia had been abandoned in her bed for another even though she had gone willingly to Johnson at her husband's behest. Combined with all such were Letitia's thoughts about Miss Martin, a beautiful and curious creature who in the two years of her being domiciled with them as governess had caused Letitia to feel a strange combination of fear and desire.

It was true, as Easton had suspected, that Letitia had put herself thrice to Miss Martin's tongue and each time on an occasion when Mary had been assisting Letitia to change her attire.

'I will see to the Mistress', Miss Martin had said, by which time Letitia's charms were covered by no more than a brief corsellette. Letitia had never submitted her cunny to another woman's tongue before, but Miss Martin had persuaded her to do so very skillfully and gently.

'What a lovely woman you are. You are wasted on him', Miss Martin had said, her fingertips floating sensuously around Letitia's jutting, naked bottom.

'Really, you should not say such', Letitia had expostulated, though feeling a little faint with desire at the flirting caresses she also received under her cunny, and the which were infinitely more sensuous and arousing than those she had received from males. Indeed, so excited had Letitia become that she had cried a little and mewed and wriggled while Miss Martin's spidery fingers had continued arousing her and her soft voice had murmured many wicked things in her ears.

'Only your divine bottom should be surrendered to the male. Your pouting cunt, sweetly nestling as it does amid such alluring thicket of curls, should be for the attention only of the female tongue. Let me show you. Stand against the wall with your legs straight and apart that I may adore you. Hush, do not make a sound lest Mary hears'.

'I do not want to!' Letitia had whimpered helplessly, but the fervent caresses, the sucking of Miss Martin's lips upon her extended nipples, had rendered her as weak as a doll.

'What a lovely desirable young girl you must have been. How often were you fucked? Oh that I had only known you then and made you my own', Miss Martin had murmured in romantic vein while passing her hands up beneath Letitia's armpits and manoeuvring her flat against the wall, slapping her thighs to make her open them the while that Letitia whimpered fretfully.

With voluptuous eccentricity, Miss Martin had then dropped to her knees so that the tip of her nose brushed and tickled Letitia's bare belly. While Letitia quivered, bit her lip and blushed much as a girl would have done, she had been made to place her palms flat against the wall and to rise up on tiptoe, thus allowing Miss Martin's luring, warm wet tongue to assail the rolled lips of her quim.

Legs trembling, Letitia had several times tried to rest down upon her heels, but each time had been 'reprimanded' and told sharply, 'No!' With many gurglings of wonder and delight, Letitia-ever straining up and endeavouring to hold her legs stiff-had finally sprinkled again and again her salty, creamy effusions over the younger woman's steadily-lapping tongue until in the end she had staggered across to the bed and flung herself weakly upon it, hearing die voice of Miss Martin saying, 'I will attend to you shortly again'.

On many occasions thereafter, Letitia had seen to the locking of her door whenever she was dressing, and had warned Bella to do such each night, deeming Ethel too young for such adventures.

Beneath all this strange jigsaw of events were the 'favours' that Easton received for his introduction of attractive young maidens to certain of his acquaintances-and theirs in turn-these often taking the form of rather special birthday and seasonal gifts. It being deemed imprudent and even dashed ungentlemanly for money to pass, such donations frequently came in the form of cases of rare wines, a good steed, the refurbishing of carriages and such. Even, on one occasion, a small carriage of which Letitia-as with some other 'gifts'-had taken possession.

Thus she had become-sometimes a little ruefully-a benefactor of Easton's 'amusements', as he was sometimes wont to call them. Disarmingly, he was also able to point to the fact that no young lady who had come under his benefactory attentions had ever suffered thereby, and that all had ended up better off than they would ever otherwise have been.

Had Letitia stopped to analyse that matter in respect of Kate, she would probably have come to the same conclusion in her case. Resentfulness was, however, uppermost in her, and so in the ensuing hours she took Kate under her wing and tried to keep her to herself, even endeavouring tactfully to improve the sweet girl's diction.

'Oh, really, m'am, you shouldn't bovver', Kate said several times when little things were done for her.

'You mean bother, don't you, Kate', Letitia said gently, and at one such point Miss Martin had entered the drawing room and remarked, 'How prettily Miss Kate's lips come forward and pout when she says bovver.

'Really, Miss Martin, we are talking', Letitia had reproved her sharply, and to her great satisfaction, so that the governess shrugged, tossed her head a little and went out, not being undisturbed herself after what had passed the night before and being in that curious state in which she wished to take vengeance on someone insofar as she had been pleasured rather against her firm intentions, but pleasured she had been.

In such a mood, it had been on the tip of her tongue to say something very lightly suggestive about Kate to Letitia, in order perhaps that she might stir something up-such being the curious wendings of the female mind. Thwarted in that by Letitia's curt dismissal of her, Miss Martin made her way ruefully upstairs where, hearing voices from within Easton's study, she paused and listened.

Ethel it was who had entered that abode to ask her Papa if she might have a few sheets of paper on which to draw. Her faint breathlessness upon expressing the request was such as persuaded Easton that it was not perhaps her sole mission. Bella had gone out riding that morning with a neighbouring young couple whose intentions Easton suspected, though rather from instinct man on any factual grounds. They were 'smooth', he thought resentfully and not without a tinge of jealousy lest Bella first surrender her plump cunny to a throbber other than his own.