The Sexual Adventures of Clara Thornton
Copyright© 2026 by Ribbleman
Chapter 10
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10 - A story of English Edwardian aristocrats and their perverted sexual scandals and lifestyles. Not unlike the scandals we read about today.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/Fa Fa/ft Mult Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged NonConsensual Reluctant Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Historical Workplace Incest Mother Father Daughter Grand Parent BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Sadistic Spanking Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy White Male White Female Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Scatology Voyeurism Water Sports Big Breasts Clergy Public Sex Small Breasts
The estates and properties of the Thornton Family were vast and needed careful professional management. Though Lady Thornton could draw on top accountants, lawyers and other professionals, the day to day running and dealings with tenant farmers, villagers who rented their houses from the estate and the many other employees was essentially a hands on task.
It was to this end, that like other titled owners of stately homes, the Thornton’s employed many capable people from servants to managers to run the Estate.
Therefore it was planned that Clara would spend whatever time was needed with the various heads of each section to learn how things were run from grass roots level. She had started at an obvious point by being under the tutelage of the Estate Manager to learn something about the financial and logistical aspects, then would move on to the Gamekeeper, with Lady Amelia thinking it would be a good thing for Clara to be familiar with every inch of the land that they owned.
It was Clara’s idea that for convenience she would take rooms in the village rather than have to travel from Weston Manor every day, plus she’d have the opportunity to get to know both the village and villagers. She also hoped to find other interests, even intending to spend time in the local public house and see local life as it really was. Though the village wasn’t very big it did have some life and jolly goings on that provided a contrast to life at the Manor with her mother and servants.
Arrangements were made for Clara to stay at the home of the estate manager and his wife while suitable rooms were refurbished. The man, George Harris aged around fifty years was every inch the stereotypical accountant while his wife Dora, a good looking buxom woman was a good ten years younger.
The first two weeks were uneventful with Clara working at the estate office in the centre of the village, happy to start at the bottom doing simple clerical duties and working up to the more involved and complicated matters, learning as she progressed. She worked with a young woman in her early twenties and a male clerk about the same age. The estate manager came and went throughout the day going about his business, giving Clara plenty of time to chat with her new colleagues. Clara got the impression that the two employees were sweet on each other.
When the boss was out the female secretary Jenny, would open up telling Clara all manner of gossip and tales about the village and it’s inhabitants.
‘Do you get on well with the manager’s wife Dora?’ Clara asked.
‘We don’t see her much in here,’ Jenny answered, ‘But I run into her around the village and she does pass the time of day with me.’
‘She seems like a cheerful woman, but ill-suited to having a sober-sided drudge of an older husband like Mr Harris,’ Clara observed.
Jenny laughed and nodded but looked reluctant to comment.
‘It would be wrong for me to speak about it, ma’am.’
‘Come on, tell me what you know, I could probably find out from someone else, but it will be fun if we can share spicy stories and make our working days more interesting. By the way, you must call me Clara.’
Jenny didn’t need further encouragement.
‘Well it’s an open secret that Mr Harris and wife, often receive a visitor from time to time, a certain man who Mr Harris allows to have carnal knowledge of his wife while he watches. No one is sure whether Mr Harris knows about the other men who visit Dora while he is out. The vicar calls often and spends a lot of time with Dora!’
‘Why should that raise suspicion, Jenny?’
‘Well, like a lot of people around here Dora has no interest at all in any religion, so why would the vicar spend so much time with her, and always while her husband is out?’
‘I see,’ Clara said, ‘Probably not trying to convert her then!’
Jenny laughed, ‘Mr Harris met his wife at one of your mother’s parties, they are like chalk and cheese, very different. Some think Dora wanted financial security so married George Harris.’
‘Have you ever attended a party at the Manor Jenny?’
‘No Miss, I have often wondered what it might be like, though. The only risqué event in my life is when Mr Harris bends me over his knee and spanks my bottom for making mistakes.’
‘Really! You mean he often spanks you?’ Clara was astonished that Jenny was able to make light of that fact; but was also amused.
‘When it takes his fancy, Miss Clara, he has me over his knee as punishment for any mistakes I make in the ledger books or ink blots on paperwork for example. He began doing that when I first came to work here and has done it ever since.
‘Does it go any further than a light spanking?’
‘No Miss Clara, might be more fun if it did, even though he’s a sour old man.’
‘I jolly well think it’s time you had some fun, Jenny! I shall consider it my duty to introduce you to a different side of life!’
It was a week later that Clara decided to make an impression in the village.
‘Jenny, tomorrow is Saturday, we shall go out in the evening and visit the village tavern.’
‘My goodness, we can’t do that, ladies walking into the village public house without a male chaperone is frowned upon, almost forbidden!’
‘Who is going to refuse me entry - my family owns every property in the village, including the ale house.’
‘It sounds very exciting!’ Jenny declared, ‘But Mr Harris won’t approve.’
‘Good! Perhaps he’ll want to put you over his knee and spank you - that being so I’ll insist that he spanks me too and give him a shock! Be ready for the hour of seven and call for me.’
They never mentioned the arrangements to Harris or to Michael the clerk. When Saturday night came round Harris went to answer the door and ran into Clara.
‘I’ll answer the door, Mr Harris, it’s Jenny calling for me.’
Harris looked Clara up and down noticing she was dressed to go out.
‘We are going to partake of a little liquid refreshment down at the tavern.’
‘That will be outrageous, I won’t allow it, you can’t enter a public house unescorted, while you are here I am responsible for you.’
‘Then put on your coat and escort me Mr Harris, we are going to the tavern!’
Mrs Harris had come to see what was going on and burst into laughter.
‘Would you care to join us, Dora, we will bring some life and excitement to the village. Parties can be held anywhere, not just up at Weston Manor! You’ve both been to mother’s parties I believe so stop being sanctimonious?’
‘You shouldn’t be taking Jenny to a public house!’ Harris said with a stammer.
‘Well then, you’ll have an excuse to give her one of your spankings,’ Clara told him. ‘You can put me over your knee and give me a spanking too!’
‘George, is that true, you spank Jenny?’ his wife asked.
Clara answered for him. ‘Only lightly I believe, more for his pleasure than for punishment! Perhaps we can all come back here later and your husband can have the pleasure of spanking all three of us!’
Harris was mortified and looked very flushed.
‘Really George!’ Dora said, quite stunned. ‘I definitely will go out! I’m quite shocked!’
Shortly after as the ladies walked through the door of the tavern the mostly male drinkers looked shocked and surprised. The landlord looked dubious and had never met Clara but from her mode of dress and cultured voice he knew she was unlike the usual females that came into the pub, few as they were. As it was early, less than a dozen men were in the premises.
‘Put a bottle of gin on the bar, please landlord and leave us to pour our own.’
‘That’s not the way we serve our customers,’ the landlord told her, ‘Anyway a full bottle is not cheap to buy madam.’ the landlord warned.
‘You doubt I have the money to pay?’ Clara turned to face the drinkers who had fallen silent, listening and watching. ‘Gentlemen, allow me to buy you all a drink!’
There was a loud cheerful sound of happy men who now gathered around the bar for their free drink.
‘I expect you all recognise the wife and secretary of Weston Manor’s Estate Manager George Harris,’ Clara said addressing the customers, ‘Well, that is all except the landlord here who’s knowledge of the village seems very sparse, I can only think that like myself, he hasn’t been here very long! Some of you know me from when I was a girl but for those of you who don’t let me introduce myself. I am The Honourable Lady Clara Thornton whose family own this tavern and all of your houses and whose family pays the wages of most of you. Gentlemen, I’ll be quite happy if you simply address me as Clara. Now landlord, put the damn bottle on the bar together with three glasses - there’s a good chap!’
‘And after that landlord, draw me a pint of your best bitter.’
Clara turned to see who was speaking.
‘Ah, Wilson, a familiar face, good evening to you!’
‘Good evening ma’am.’ Wilson replied.
‘You also have permission to address me as Clara,’ she said giving him a big smile.
The party started with Clara wandering around the bar talking to the men of the village making herself acquainted with the locals. Many did know Dora and knew Jenny’s family. In fact Clara soon realised that some of the men knew Dora had once attended the legendary parties at Weston Manor, which now gave them the opportunity to chat to her informally out of earshot of her husband, in this now very free and easy establishment.
As the evening went on the tavern filled up, mostly with men though a few had brought their wives out. Someone played a few tunes on the old piano encouraging others to sing; all were having a merry time.
Clara noticed Dora taking an interest in a group of younger men, who also seemed to take an interest in her, while Jenny proved to be very popular and was having the time of her life.
To villagers of a certain age, Clara was like a younger version of her mother. As she circulated around the pub chatting to both men and women some were willing to confide that they had not only attended parties at the Manor but participated in the sexual romps. Wives freely admitted in front of their husbands how much they had enjoyed cavorting with members of the gentry some who were very generous. The more they drank the looser their tongues became telling lurid tales of sexual escapades.
Eventually, Clara and Dora found themselves together.
‘I’m very glad I came out tonight, Miss Clara,’ Dora told her new lodger.
‘I believe you have managed to retain some measure of fun and frolics in your life Dora, though perhaps not same as in the days you attended mother’s parties!’
‘Ah, the village gossip-mongers have been spilling the beans! My life is very different now but I have my moments! Tales of your exploits have spread throughout the valley too ma’am.’
‘It worries me not, Dora. Not many in these parts could claim to be pure and chaste, if any at all. I have heard that your husband is happy to allow you to sample other cocks - and he takes his pleasure from watching!’
‘I see no point in keeping secrets from you Miss Clara. Yes, we have a man who calls on a regular basis, sometimes accompanied by another who both ‘roger’ me in the presence of my husband, who these days experiences a few difficulties performing himself. However, George has never known just how many other men have taken their pleasure with me, since we married!’
‘Does that number include the vicar,’ Clara asked with a grin.
Dora shrugged her shoulders. ‘Perhaps you should introduce yourself to our vicar and see if you find his company amicable!’
Dora then changed the topic of conversation.
‘Years ago, the then licensee would make a back room available for like-minded people to gather in privacy, to enjoy some bawdy and licentious fun. I’m wondering Miss Clara, if you might be inclined to have a word with the landlord, then for us to quietly invite a number of likely people to hang back.’
‘And do you already have a list in your head of those likely people, Dora?’
‘I have yes - I see more than two men here who would be happy to allow their wives to go into the back room and have some pleasure with other men. There are a rough and rowdy bunch of young men over by the bar I’m sure would jump at the chance to get their ends away!’
Clara, eyed up the people Dora mentioned.
‘Include Jenny and Michael on that mental list, I promised to broaden her horizons, and our chauffeur Wilson if he is still about. I think it would be fun to send a message to your husband, telling him to come and watch or even give Jenny a spanking if she misbehaves!’
‘I will write a short note then go outside and send a boy on an errand to my house.’
Clara had a word with the landlord who agreed with the plan when she showed him a number of banknotes.
‘Close the bar at the usual time then wait for the ones not invited to drink up and leave, the others will filter into the back room. You and your wife can join us if you like, and your bar staff too. I will give you a sum of money that will well cover the cost of drinks, it will be tiresome having to go to the bar and pay when the party is in full swing. Get your staff to work late bringing drinks - tell them they can join in the fun if they have a mind to - both male and female.’
At ten minutes to eleven the landlord shouted, ‘Last orders at the bar!’ then, when the church clock struck the hour the staff placed towels over the beer pumps, the tradition that signalled that the pub had finished serving and customers were allowed a further ten minutes ‘drinking up time’.
People began to leave while others discreetly hung back then slipped into the back room. Clara and Dora eyed up the people who stayed behind and sensed an air of excited anticipation.
‘One or two people I spoke to gave me recommendations of other suitable folk who’d be keen to stay behind.’
A good number had gathered in the large back room usually used for wedding meals and other functions. Clara and Dora were both pleased to see a good number of women and girls, some younger couples only recently having tied the knot and exchanged wedding vows, while other older ones remembered the days when Clara’s father was alive, bringing his friends to fuck the many willing wives and daughters of the village while their own upper crust wives enjoyed the big cocks of rough men and common labourers with hairy chests and bulging muscles. As expected the men present outnumbered the women but as each woman potentially had three holes to fill and two hands to hold a cock no man need be left out or made to queue when the party got in full swing.
Some there had made a start and broken the ice in a timid hesitant way with the odd husband allowing and encouraging another man to kiss and unbutton his wife’s gown or blouse to feel her breasts, while her husband stroked his manhood over his trousers. Others were being bent over the large dining table and their skirts lifted while a strangers hand explored the inside of their knickers. Still others stood not knowing how to proceed, looking around as they sipped their drinks. The hosts realised the party-goers needed a boost.
‘Ladies and Gentlemen!’ Clara shouted, ‘For the remainder of the evening the alcohol will be free, drink plenty, put aside your morals and sell your soul to the Devil! Let the fun begin!’
That was enough for those who were hesitant to relax and to start looking around seeking a member of the opposite sex they could fornicate with.
Clara found Jenny and pulled her aside.
‘I hope you enjoy yourself, Jenny, I told you I’d introduce you to a different world. If you’ve ever wondered what it would be like to have wild sex, then this is the time to make it happen. By the way, I saw Michael come into the room, it looks like he has every intention of indulging in some sexual delights - make sure he learns how interesting and adventurous you can be!’
Jenny looked excited. ‘I’ve already been kissed by several men and had my breasts felt, but I moved away because at the moment I’m fascinated by watching the joy on women’s faces as they allow men to undress them and touch their private parts. And I confess to being even more thrilled from seeing hard penises being brought out on display for all to see, cocks of all sizes, long ones, thick ones, oh my goodness, I’ve never felt like this before!’
‘Make sure you have at least one of those big John Thomas’s up your cunny before the night is over, Jenny! I’m sure there will be many men who will be eager to fuck you!’
Clara moved around the room watching the action develop. Leaning over a man who was fucking a woman from the rear, she whispered in his ear.
‘Michael, Jenny is in the room, she’d love you to fuck her. Find her soon because she’s going to be very popular!’
Leaving the young clerk with his jaw hanging from his surprise at learning Jenny was attending the orgy, Clara continued her tour. Spotting the group of young agricultural labourers Dora had fawned over, she saw they were all busy pounding the same woman in every hole with some having hand wanks. When she got closer to the head of the woman Clara saw that it was indeed Dora, enjoying the attentions of the entire group at the same time.
Feeling a hand on her shoulder, she turned to see the landlord.
‘Beg your pardon, Miss Clara, my barman has informed me that a man has been banging on the front door demanding to be let in. I’m told his name is George Harris, who is here for his wife.’