Lady Penelope sighed. She was returning to the Creighton-Ward Mansion after another evening with Scott Tracy. Their evening started with a sumptuous dinner, followed by dancing in the ballroom, then retiring to Scott’s London apartment for their usual post evening sex. When they first started seeing each other, it was so new and exciting. The young American trying to fit in with the landed gentry of aristocratic England was very entertaining. Lady Penelope’s sexual inexperience, coupled with the long list of things that “Ladies didn’t do” had led to a series of static and repetitive sexual encounters that the secretly dynamic Lady Penelope was beginning to dread. She examined that lists of “Ladies don’t do” and the accompanying list of “Ladies do” and found the “don’t” list to be much more interesting. Unfortunately, Scott had internalized the “Lady” persona every bit as much as her parents had so she was stuck longing for a change that looked like it couldn’t happen.

Parker drover the FAB 1 to the door to drop Lady Penelope. He opened her door and intoned his customary “Will there be anything else you require this evening, m’lady?” with a shallow bow.

“Not this evening, Parker. Thank you.” she responded with barely a look in his direction.

She ascended the stairs to her rooms and started to ready herself for bed.

Suddenly, she remembered the fact that she would need to be back in London by 10AM to represent International Rescue in the talks at Whitehall. It was all very dry, but needs must. She would have to tell Parker to make the necessary preparations.

She descended the stairs to Parker’s quarters. She knocked and received no response. Normally, she wouldn’t enter, but this was important so she quietly pushed the door open.

The lights in Parker’s apartment were dim, but she could see he wasn’t in the main room.

She heard the shower running in the bathroom attached to his bedroom. If she hadn’t been distracted by the mission to inform him of her needs, she might have considered that he might not be in a state fit to receive her Ladyship.

In any case, by the time that thought had reached her brain, she had poked her head around the door and was presented with the full view of Parker through his glass shower door.

He was facing the wall, at the moment, so she was treated to the full back view of his muscular body. It was amazing how much the chauffeur’s uniform did to hid is taut physique.

She licked her lips as the soapy water ran down his thighs. She could see his arms flexing, apparently vigorously soaping his midsection.

At that point he turned 90°. Nothing could have prepared Lady Penelope for what she saw. What Parker was “scrubbing” was an enormous erection, and “scrubbing” was not probably characterizing the action, and certainly not the intent.

Lady Penelope knew she should beat a hasty retreat and let Parker ... well beat what he was beating, in peace but she was transfixed. His cock was impressive in every dimension. She only had one other to compare it to, but it’s length was easily half again what she was used to and it’s girth was truly eye-watering.

As she watched, Parker vigorously worked his endowment with both hands. Moaning unintelligibly. His speed increased drastically and suddenly, Lady Penelope heard something she did recognize come from his mouth. He groaned “mmmmmmmm’Lady!” as copious amounts of semen burst from his distended erection.

The shock of that utterance almost made Lady Penelope’s knees buckle, but it also spurred her into action and she was able to quietly, but swiftly, exit the bathroom and apartment leaving behind no indication that she was there, but her lingering scent in the air.

Upon reaching her room again she flopped back on her bed, gasping for breath. The simultaneous realizations had caused the mental version of a multicar pileup in her brain. The first thing that was pulled out of the pile was the early life training of class distinction. The interface between those classes were orders handed from her class to the servant class and the action and agreement would be handled by the servant classes. To be sure, Lady Penelope didn’t totally observe those restrictions as the relationship forged between her and Parker had been honed by several dangerous encounters where both she and Parker had saved each other numerous times, so this idea was soon discarded.

That allowed the idea that he was obviously harboring a fantasy that involved her. This, of course, was completely acceptable only on the condition that nobody, especially her, knew about it. The idea that Parker wanted to interact with her in that way didn’t disgust her, so she gently laid that idea aside for the moment.

That allowed her to examine “the elephant in the room” so to speak. She, in theory, knew that penises existed in different sizes, much like the women’s breasts she was vastly more familiar with, but seeing it firsthand was a total shock to her. She allowed herself to briefly entertain the idea of sex with “that.” The desire to feel that size stretching her sexual canal instantly caused tremors of excitement in that same region. Suddenly, unbidden thoughts of doing things from the list of things that “Ladies don’t do” with that same appendage and her breath stopped with the realization that was what she needed. The staid sexual script that they had been following needed to be thrown out the window. She was every bit a Lady, but needed to branch out from that, at least in private.She suddenly remembered that she still did need to tell Parker about tomorrow, so she decided to phone down this time. It took her a moment to steady herself first, but she was able to carry out the call and Parker didn’t seem to detect that anything was out of the ordinary.

She flopped back on the bed and considered how to carry her new plan forward.

The next Thursday, she was at Scott’s apartment again after the dinner and dancing. The ritual disrobing had begun. She was down to her underthings and decided to cross the room to Scott just as he was beginning to lower his jockey shorts. His erection sprang into view. It didn’t have the shock value that seeing Parker had provided, but this was mostly because she had seen it many times.
He saw her next to him, reaching to grasp his distended cock when he jumped back out of reflex. They stood staring at each other in shock for a few seconds.
“Penelope! What are you doing?” he cried, aghast.

“Well, I though maybe we could try...” her voice trailed off. She couldn’t get over the fact that he was apparently horrified that she wanted to try to make a change.

She retreated sadly to her side of the room to finish disrobing before assuming her position on her back for the three and a half minutes of missionary sex. Tears leaked from her eyes at the futility of continued evenings of this, forever.

She was quiet on the ride home until she decided that something needed to change.

“Parker?” she queried.

“Yes m’Lady?”

“You know I have always appreciated your devotion to duty and I have always known that I could 100% rely on you to accomplish anything I ask, don’t you?”

“Yes, m’Lady. Thank you for saying it, though.”