Chapter 2

Spencer couldn’t keep thoughts of the three women off his mind, welcoming recollections of all three as he masturbated over them, fantasising about being dominated by each of them, and spurting lustily at the vision which he’d definitely be treated to; seeing the women in their riding gear. High on their horses and in their tight apparel, gave women a pompous authority as they wielded their crops, a theme which had excited him to masturbation on many occasions. But he had to put those thoughts away, as the immediate excitement of seeing those women again at the singles club was more than enough, as he made his way awkwardly toward the imposing structure he now knew was Hartington Hall.

As he approached, with more than just a little trepidation, outweighed by his desires to know the almost curt attentions of those women, he noted other males entering the hall in a somewhat sheepish and furtive fashion, but the women he saw seemed to stride in with a haughty pride. He swallowed hard, his cock pulsing on seeing that a lot of those women were dressed in a very fifties style, flowing skirts with tight waists, and pointy bras which expressed their femininity beautifully. The fact that most of them were middle-aged to senior, gave them a deliciously matriarchal presence. He was in a cold sweat as he was greeted within the hall by a similarly dressed woman, her smile at him, full of an anticipation which she didn’t attempt to hide.

“You must be Spencer Thorpe, we’ve been so looking forward to having you here ... I know some of the ladies will be as thrilled as I to see you.”. Her smile turned to a wicked sneer as she said it, having his balls tingling with a strange admiration for the attractive woman of about sixty years, her confident manner oozing a dominance she didn’t attempt to hide. Before either he or she could utter another word as she flaunted her natural authority and took in her own thoughts of a dark desire, another male appeared behind them, cap in hand, and breathing heavily, having been running - his expression that of a schoolboy, attending the headmistress’s office in expectation of the cane. The woman’s smile dissolved for a moment as she looked at the arrival, turning almost to a frown, making sure the newcomer knew she did not relish the interruption.

“You’re late Penderton ... get in there ... I’ll speak to you later.” Spencer gaped as the male made a gesture which was almost a bow to the woman, looking extra sheepish on realising that this was a new male with her ... new to the ways of Pike’s Hill, before passing them hurriedly into the main hall. The woman’s stern face returned to a smile, which showed she’d found a certain pleasure in expressing her authority whilst a new male was present, especially one whom her friends had suggested was likely submissive to feminine authority. She pursed her lips and almost sighed, her cunt now ripe with arousal at the thought of caning a male later, one who was probably late by design. She grinned innocently as Spencer’s eyes followed the arrival into the hall.

“Oh don’t worry, he has certain tasks to attend to for the ladies ... that’s why he’s ‘late’...” Spencer’s cock pulsed at the thought of what those tasks might be, as she heaved her breasts in womanly fashion, and continued.

“I am Prudence Harper, Mayoress of our little parish ... you’ll have to forgive me for not wearing my chains of office, this being a nicely liberal situation.” Several women entered and strutted by, simply giving her a knowing smile and a nod, she returning the gestures likewise. A tall and elegant woman, dressed in the black silk of a maid’s uniform, the tight skirt almost pencil-like and expressing her mature figure wonderfully, strutted out from the hall on tall heels, past a clock which Spencer noted was at 6:25. Prudence grinned softly at her as she spoke.

“Yes Elvira, you may close the door now ... everyone that’s expected is here now.” The maid of about 45 to 50 years, grinned at Spencer with an air of contempt as she glided past him on tall heels which emphasised her lushly feminine calves clad in black nylon. Her smile at him continued as she shut the door ... sliding a bolt across with her elegant fingers, as though suggesting he was now imprisoned. Prudence grinned curtly at him, and excited him further.

“Bolting the door is an old tradition at Hartington Hall, there’s been no intruders or burglaries here or anywhere else in the village since the Hall was burgled in the 1850’s and the Lord of the hall murdered, so the practice has been continued since then...” She smiled wistfully at him, and pointed to an ancient looking photograph on the wall, which Elvira lifted from its wall mounting and took great pleasure in having Spencer view it. Prudence enjoyed hearing him gasp as his eyes took in three males hanging from a gaunt gallows, a crowd of people posing with half smiles surrounding the area below them, fronted by several elegantly dressed women in flowing Victorian dress.

“ ... they were caught and hanged of course, hanged publicly as was the rightful practice then ... the elegant woman second from left is Lady Hartington who then inherited the Hall in entirety, and as you can see, she can’t help but show her contentment in justice having prevailed.” Spencer’s cock throbbed erect in his underwear as he now focused on the grainy capture ... and saw the explicit pleasure in Lady Hartington’s eyes and definite smile. Elvira pursed her lips and almost stroked the frame provocatively as Prudence thrilled her with a narration she’d offered many submissive males.

“ ... of course the three scoundrels protested their innocence right up to their being noosed, claiming that they’d not encountered anyone when relieving the Hall of silverware etc ... but just their open admission of burglary and pilfering was enough to have judge and jury see them to the gallows.” She looked him in the eye as she touched her manicured finger to the glass, a red nail highlighting the woman with the smile.

“ ... of course there was some wicked speculation that Lady Hartington used the event as an opportunity to see the Hall into her feminine hands, a tradition which has continued since ... murdering her husband who was known to be a weak and feeble example ... with less status than the maids in her eyes ... but that is, as you can imagine, just pure speculation.” Her grin broadened as she watched him take the suggestion in while the shapely Elvira placed the photograph back in its pride of place, close to the door that the three hapless males had entered through, he now sure that they were scapegoats. The present owner of Hartington Hall knew she’d sown that seed too, her cunt tingling at knowing there was much more than pure speculation to the story. Nicely primed for the event, she strutted forward to the main hall, Elvira taking his hand and clutching it firmly as they walked behind her.

Spencer’s eyes were immediately treated to an array of femininity within the hall, as though every woman from the village was present, they gossiped and frolicked together, smiling wildly at Spencer as he came in. By contrast, the males attending, who were greatly outnumbered, sat passively in silence in chairs along one wall, each with a empty chair between them ... as though forbidden to speak. Those males looked on in a jealous bemusement, as the women immediately surrounded the new male, Spencer’s cock twitching at seeing Cathy, Winifred, and Mercy at the forefront of admiring women, all of a certain age.

Their looks were full of a certain mischief too, the looks of the three women he knew in particular, seeming to smirk in a suggestion that they knew he’d been masturbating over them, Cathy’s warm pursing of her lips having him blush all the more ... having him guess that sexual stimulation and orgasm had been mutual. Cathy took his hand from Elvira, determined to stake her claim of ownership as she turned to the others in pompous fashion.