Miss Rafferty Punishes the Insolent Servants
Scullery maid, Nettie, and stable boy, Tom, are equally responsible for destroying their mistress's delicate tea set. As such, they will be disciplined together, and Miss Rafferty will be present to ensure that they're sufficiently punished.
Tom is instructed to claim Nettie's virginity before an audience of the most highly respected gentle folk in the county. With so many eyes (and hands) upon her Nettie can't help but become aroused, especially when she sees the giant throbbing organ under Tom's trousers.
Please note: this story is much, much darker than some of my other erotic Victorian shorts and contains elements such as flogging, humiliation, plenty of oral, sex in public and more.
EXCERPT:
Unable to help myself, I snuck another peek at Tom's sexual organ.
Dash my wig! It had expanded into a rather sturdy object not unlike a table leg, and it was gradually inching its way upward. What I mean to say is that the end of the organ, which had previously been pointing down at the top of the billiard's table, was now pointing directly at me, and still climbing as if it had a life of its own! How very odd...
The lady in black suddenly stopped trailing those dangling leather flaps up and down Tom's sexual organ when she glanced over at me. Without a word, she marched over to whack me with the riding crop, this time across the chest. Oh, it smarted, but I was grateful she hadn't aimed a few inches lower and struck my bubbies.
"What did I say earlier about ogling the stable boy?" she demanded. "You'll keep your wanton eyes to yourself, you pinchcock whore."
"Oh, do let her be, Miss Rafferty," said the Chancellor's wife, who, incidentally, was fondling her own bubbies through her fine, embroidered silk dress. "Who can help but be enthralled with the stable boy's extraordinary tackle?"
"Hmm." The lady in black, Miss Rafferty, said nothing more. She simply went back to what she'd been doing--bewitching Tom's sexual organ.
I managed to resist the urge to watch. I tried to catch Tom's eye so I could send him a sympathetic smile, but he was still focused intently on the ceiling. And so I treated myself to a view of his lovely self. I couldn't help but admire his striking, bright blue eyes, his strong jaw line, and his thick, dark hair. His strong, smooth chest was so very muscular. I so wanted to know what it felt like. And his skin was such a brilliant hue, burnished golden by the sun. How was it I'd never before noticed what a handsome man the stable boy was? Funny, that.
"Right," said Miss Rafferty, turning to the assembled group. "It would appear that Tom is ready to go." She turned back to Tom, who was looking back at her. "Am I correct in assuming that you know what to do? You're not a mandrake, are you?"
Tom said nothing.
Miss Rafferty exhaled a noisy sigh and said, "Are you? You may speak."
"No, I'm not a mandrake," he said.
"Fine. And have you ever tupped a lass?" she asked.
"Yes. A few."
"Well, then," Miss Rafferty said with wide, expectant eyes. "What in God's name are you waiting for?"
Tom glanced at me, and then back at Miss Rafferty. "She mightn't be ready," he said. "I mean... You know..."
Miss Rafferty only laughed. Then she turned to me with her riding crop raised. I instinctively flinched, but she didn't strike me. Instead, she placed it between my legs and pulled it roughly forward, the leather flaps all up in my lady parts. The truth is that riding crop in my most private area felt absolutely brilliant, but I did my best not to let that show.
And then Miss Rafferty placed the riding crop on Tom's shoulder and drew it downward, leaving a glistening wet trail on his muscular chest.
"She's ready," Miss Rafferty said. "Of course I knew she would be. The little pervert started gushing the moment she clapped eyes on your whore-pipe."
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Tom is instructed to claim Nettie's virginity before an audience of the most highly respected gentle folk in the county. With so many eyes (and hands) upon her Nettie can't help but become aroused, especially when she sees the giant throbbing organ under Tom's trousers.
Please note: this story is much, much darker than some of my other erotic Victorian shorts and contains elements such as flogging, humiliation, plenty of oral, sex in public and more.
EXCERPT:
Unable to help myself, I snuck another peek at Tom's sexual organ.
Dash my wig! It had expanded into a rather sturdy object not unlike a table leg, and it was gradually inching its way upward. What I mean to say is that the end of the organ, which had previously been pointing down at the top of the billiard's table, was now pointing directly at me, and still climbing as if it had a life of its own! How very odd...
The lady in black suddenly stopped trailing those dangling leather flaps up and down Tom's sexual organ when she glanced over at me. Without a word, she marched over to whack me with the riding crop, this time across the chest. Oh, it smarted, but I was grateful she hadn't aimed a few inches lower and struck my bubbies.
"What did I say earlier about ogling the stable boy?" she demanded. "You'll keep your wanton eyes to yourself, you pinchcock whore."
"Oh, do let her be, Miss Rafferty," said the Chancellor's wife, who, incidentally, was fondling her own bubbies through her fine, embroidered silk dress. "Who can help but be enthralled with the stable boy's extraordinary tackle?"
"Hmm." The lady in black, Miss Rafferty, said nothing more. She simply went back to what she'd been doing--bewitching Tom's sexual organ.
I managed to resist the urge to watch. I tried to catch Tom's eye so I could send him a sympathetic smile, but he was still focused intently on the ceiling. And so I treated myself to a view of his lovely self. I couldn't help but admire his striking, bright blue eyes, his strong jaw line, and his thick, dark hair. His strong, smooth chest was so very muscular. I so wanted to know what it felt like. And his skin was such a brilliant hue, burnished golden by the sun. How was it I'd never before noticed what a handsome man the stable boy was? Funny, that.
"Right," said Miss Rafferty, turning to the assembled group. "It would appear that Tom is ready to go." She turned back to Tom, who was looking back at her. "Am I correct in assuming that you know what to do? You're not a mandrake, are you?"
Tom said nothing.
Miss Rafferty exhaled a noisy sigh and said, "Are you? You may speak."
"No, I'm not a mandrake," he said.
"Fine. And have you ever tupped a lass?" she asked.
"Yes. A few."
"Well, then," Miss Rafferty said with wide, expectant eyes. "What in God's name are you waiting for?"
Tom glanced at me, and then back at Miss Rafferty. "She mightn't be ready," he said. "I mean... You know..."
Miss Rafferty only laughed. Then she turned to me with her riding crop raised. I instinctively flinched, but she didn't strike me. Instead, she placed it between my legs and pulled it roughly forward, the leather flaps all up in my lady parts. The truth is that riding crop in my most private area felt absolutely brilliant, but I did my best not to let that show.
And then Miss Rafferty placed the riding crop on Tom's shoulder and drew it downward, leaving a glistening wet trail on his muscular chest.
"She's ready," Miss Rafferty said. "Of course I knew she would be. The little pervert started gushing the moment she clapped eyes on your whore-pipe."
Miss Rafferty Punishes the Insolent Servants
Scullery maid, Nettie, and stable boy, Tom, are equally responsible for destroying their mistress's delicate tea set. As such, they will be disciplined together, and Miss Rafferty will be present to ensure that they're sufficiently punished.
Tom is instructed to claim Nettie's virginity before an audience of the most highly respected gentle folk in the county. With so many eyes (and hands) upon her Nettie can't help but become aroused, especially when she sees the giant throbbing organ under Tom's trousers.
Please note: this story is much, much darker than some of my other erotic Victorian shorts and contains elements such as flogging, humiliation, plenty of oral, sex in public and more.
EXCERPT:
Unable to help myself, I snuck another peek at Tom's sexual organ.
Dash my wig! It had expanded into a rather sturdy object not unlike a table leg, and it was gradually inching its way upward. What I mean to say is that the end of the organ, which had previously been pointing down at the top of the billiard's table, was now pointing directly at me, and still climbing as if it had a life of its own! How very odd...
The lady in black suddenly stopped trailing those dangling leather flaps up and down Tom's sexual organ when she glanced over at me. Without a word, she marched over to whack me with the riding crop, this time across the chest. Oh, it smarted, but I was grateful she hadn't aimed a few inches lower and struck my bubbies.
"What did I say earlier about ogling the stable boy?" she demanded. "You'll keep your wanton eyes to yourself, you pinchcock whore."
"Oh, do let her be, Miss Rafferty," said the Chancellor's wife, who, incidentally, was fondling her own bubbies through her fine, embroidered silk dress. "Who can help but be enthralled with the stable boy's extraordinary tackle?"
"Hmm." The lady in black, Miss Rafferty, said nothing more. She simply went back to what she'd been doing--bewitching Tom's sexual organ.
I managed to resist the urge to watch. I tried to catch Tom's eye so I could send him a sympathetic smile, but he was still focused intently on the ceiling. And so I treated myself to a view of his lovely self. I couldn't help but admire his striking, bright blue eyes, his strong jaw line, and his thick, dark hair. His strong, smooth chest was so very muscular. I so wanted to know what it felt like. And his skin was such a brilliant hue, burnished golden by the sun. How was it I'd never before noticed what a handsome man the stable boy was? Funny, that.
"Right," said Miss Rafferty, turning to the assembled group. "It would appear that Tom is ready to go." She turned back to Tom, who was looking back at her. "Am I correct in assuming that you know what to do? You're not a mandrake, are you?"
Tom said nothing.
Miss Rafferty exhaled a noisy sigh and said, "Are you? You may speak."
"No, I'm not a mandrake," he said.
"Fine. And have you ever tupped a lass?" she asked.
"Yes. A few."
"Well, then," Miss Rafferty said with wide, expectant eyes. "What in God's name are you waiting for?"
Tom glanced at me, and then back at Miss Rafferty. "She mightn't be ready," he said. "I mean... You know..."
Miss Rafferty only laughed. Then she turned to me with her riding crop raised. I instinctively flinched, but she didn't strike me. Instead, she placed it between my legs and pulled it roughly forward, the leather flaps all up in my lady parts. The truth is that riding crop in my most private area felt absolutely brilliant, but I did my best not to let that show.
And then Miss Rafferty placed the riding crop on Tom's shoulder and drew it downward, leaving a glistening wet trail on his muscular chest.
"She's ready," Miss Rafferty said. "Of course I knew she would be. The little pervert started gushing the moment she clapped eyes on your whore-pipe."
Tom is instructed to claim Nettie's virginity before an audience of the most highly respected gentle folk in the county. With so many eyes (and hands) upon her Nettie can't help but become aroused, especially when she sees the giant throbbing organ under Tom's trousers.
Please note: this story is much, much darker than some of my other erotic Victorian shorts and contains elements such as flogging, humiliation, plenty of oral, sex in public and more.
EXCERPT:
Unable to help myself, I snuck another peek at Tom's sexual organ.
Dash my wig! It had expanded into a rather sturdy object not unlike a table leg, and it was gradually inching its way upward. What I mean to say is that the end of the organ, which had previously been pointing down at the top of the billiard's table, was now pointing directly at me, and still climbing as if it had a life of its own! How very odd...
The lady in black suddenly stopped trailing those dangling leather flaps up and down Tom's sexual organ when she glanced over at me. Without a word, she marched over to whack me with the riding crop, this time across the chest. Oh, it smarted, but I was grateful she hadn't aimed a few inches lower and struck my bubbies.
"What did I say earlier about ogling the stable boy?" she demanded. "You'll keep your wanton eyes to yourself, you pinchcock whore."
"Oh, do let her be, Miss Rafferty," said the Chancellor's wife, who, incidentally, was fondling her own bubbies through her fine, embroidered silk dress. "Who can help but be enthralled with the stable boy's extraordinary tackle?"
"Hmm." The lady in black, Miss Rafferty, said nothing more. She simply went back to what she'd been doing--bewitching Tom's sexual organ.
I managed to resist the urge to watch. I tried to catch Tom's eye so I could send him a sympathetic smile, but he was still focused intently on the ceiling. And so I treated myself to a view of his lovely self. I couldn't help but admire his striking, bright blue eyes, his strong jaw line, and his thick, dark hair. His strong, smooth chest was so very muscular. I so wanted to know what it felt like. And his skin was such a brilliant hue, burnished golden by the sun. How was it I'd never before noticed what a handsome man the stable boy was? Funny, that.
"Right," said Miss Rafferty, turning to the assembled group. "It would appear that Tom is ready to go." She turned back to Tom, who was looking back at her. "Am I correct in assuming that you know what to do? You're not a mandrake, are you?"
Tom said nothing.
Miss Rafferty exhaled a noisy sigh and said, "Are you? You may speak."
"No, I'm not a mandrake," he said.
"Fine. And have you ever tupped a lass?" she asked.
"Yes. A few."
"Well, then," Miss Rafferty said with wide, expectant eyes. "What in God's name are you waiting for?"
Tom glanced at me, and then back at Miss Rafferty. "She mightn't be ready," he said. "I mean... You know..."
Miss Rafferty only laughed. Then she turned to me with her riding crop raised. I instinctively flinched, but she didn't strike me. Instead, she placed it between my legs and pulled it roughly forward, the leather flaps all up in my lady parts. The truth is that riding crop in my most private area felt absolutely brilliant, but I did my best not to let that show.
And then Miss Rafferty placed the riding crop on Tom's shoulder and drew it downward, leaving a glistening wet trail on his muscular chest.
"She's ready," Miss Rafferty said. "Of course I knew she would be. The little pervert started gushing the moment she clapped eyes on your whore-pipe."
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| BN ID: | 2940150908574 |
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| Publisher: | Amelia Wren |
| Publication date: | 07/06/2015 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
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