Lady Middleton
Copyright© 2024 by Bossyboots
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Lady Middleton. A short introduction of a Lady of Pleasure.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Celebrity Cheating Sharing Slut Wife Incest Brother Sister Father Niece Aunt Nephew Rough Spanking Group Sex Orgy Anal Sex Oral Sex Pegging Sex Toys Royalty Illustrated
It was to be a long weekend at her private country house estate Grovemoor Manor in the heart of the English countryside. Lady Katherine Middleton drove herself in her dark blue Bentley straight in through the large metal gates and along the mile-long drive, then she slowed the car down to a stop on the gravel drive right outside the main doors of the house.
She stopped to admire the stone facade of Grovemoor Manor. It was a grand old building. built about 100 years ago by a wealthy shipping magnate when the British ruled the waves with ships and a global Navy.
She smiled as she entered the big double wooden doors leaving them wide open and letting in a rush of fresh country air inside.
Jean one of the housemaids rushed into the hall and she gave a gentle nod of acknowledgment and welcome.
‘Surprise...!’ Lady Middleton called out to the maid and the rest of the household.
‘Sorry Ma’am didn’t know you were coming this weekend.’ Jean said.
‘That is the nature of a surprise. Not telling anyone that you are coming and to arrive as a surprise.’ replied Lady Middleton.
The maid went to close the two doors but was told to leave them open, to allow the fresh air to fill the hall and the rest of the house.
‘Where is Mrs Dobbs the housekeeper?’
‘Not sure ma’am.’ Jean answered looking confused.
‘Find her and tell her to meet me in the library and bring tea for both of us. And Biscuits!’ Lady Middleton ordered the maid.
‘Yes ma’am.’ replied the maid and scuttled off in a rush downstairs to find the housekeeper and to make tea to be served in the library.
She liked to be curt with the staff and make sure they knew their place in the household. They were servants after all. They were paid to serve and to keep their mouths shut about the comings and goings of the family and visitors. Grovemoor Manor was above all a private family home. With a strong emphasis on being ‘Private’
Overall Lady Middleton trusted the staff and was actually rather fond of all of them. From the housemaids and the stable boys all the way up to and including Mrs. Dobbs the housekeeper. Mrs. Dobbs was both the cornerstone and the heart of the household. Strangely enough, she was not a married woman at all. She was a middle-aged spinster. She simply used the title of ‘Mrs.’ to keep the rest of the staff in their proper place.
Lady Middleton made her way into the library and sat down at the round table in the middle of the room. The room was cool and there was not a fire burning in the grate. She placed several strips of wood and paper and then set them alight with some long stove matches. The fire quickly took hold and a blaze crackled warming the room.
Just then the door opened and in came Mrs Dobbs and Jean the maid carrying a tray with tea and biscuits.
‘Lady Middleton, sorry I was not around to welcome you back home.’ Mrs. Dobbs apologized for her absence.
‘Surprise visit. I was bored with London. I decided I needed some country air instead.’
‘You are always welcome home, no matter when.’ Said Mrs Dobbs.
They sat and talked for almost an hour together. Mrs Dobbs had much to tell and also answered the many questions that Lady Middleton had to ask about the house and the estate.
‘So the estate as a whole is doing very well then.’ Said Lady Middleton.
‘Yes ma’am. Overall the place is running like clockwork, apart from the odd cuckoo and minor mishaps around the place.’ Mrs. Dobbs replied.
‘Yes, those cuckoos and mishaps. tell me again about them and the names of those involved.’
Mrs. Dobbs recounted the mishaps and cuckoos that had happened during the past few weeks. The breaking of some crockery and stormy weather problems with rain and broken trees. The cuckoo story was more interesting to Lady Middleton. It was about young Maggie from the kitchen who seemed to have had an immaculate conception. She was pregnant and at first refused to name the father. When Mrs. Dobbs insisted and threatened the girl with losing her job, she confessed that it was with one of the stable boys. young Peter. Lady Middleton knew about young Peter. She knew that the boy was around 16 years old. And was endowed with what could only be described as a donkey cock. Nearly 10 inches long and thick from his balls to the tip.
‘Well, I better have a serious talk with young Peter. Tell Jean the maid to bring him in here and I will see him on my own.’ Lady Middleton told Mrs.Dobbs.
Ten minutes later young Peter was shown into the library by the maid. She left and closed the door behind her. Peter stood in the middle of the room with his head looking down at his boots.
‘You have been a naughty boy, haven’t you Peter?’
‘Yes Ma’am. Sorry ma’am.’ Peter replied.
‘Do you like working here Peter?’ Lady Middleton asked him.
‘Yes ma’am, very much ma’am.’
‘Then you better come with me then. I’ll have to punish you in my own way.’ She told him and stood up and led the way out of the library and up the main stairs and along to her private apartment on the first floor of the house.
‘Take off your boots and leave them at the door. I don’t want dirt on my carpets.’
Inside the bedroom, Peter was told by Lady Middleton to get undressed and lie on the bed. He smiled and then did as she asked. She wandered around the room watching him take off all his clothes and climb onto the bed and he lay there still smiling. His cock began to grow and stiffen. She then began to undress down to her sexy lingerie, while still walking around the bedroom. At one point she turned towards a big gold-framed mirror and looked very intently at her own reflection, then walked over to the bed and climbed onto it and took hold of the boy’s stiff cock, and gripped it hard with her hand. Peter gasped as he felt the tight grip of her hand squeezing his cock.
‘I need to punish you Peter for getting Maggie pregnant, you understand don’t you?’ She asked him.
‘Yes ma’am.’ Peter replied.