Sometimes things once perceived as a thing of beauty are allowed into our lives; sometimes, like Fallopia Japonica: 'Japanese Knotweed' they can quickly overrun a situation-and take control.
He had managed to escape the humdrum, rat-race office life of Banking and Stocks; after 30 years in which the stress had nearly killed him, he had taken advantage of redundancy to pursue his hobby of gardening and make a meagre living from it. He remembered how grown men had held their heads in their hands and even shed tears at the news; he remembered having a quiet moment alone in the toilets in which he clenched his fists and punched the air in joy. He was free at last.
Now more interested in Fuchsias than futures he had purchased a van which sat in the driveway of the small house he lived in alone, having parted company with a business oriented wife some years ago. He would rise in the morning just to watch the breakneck pace of neighbours leaving in droves like clockwork, to catch trains or drive to their cars to the grindstones which awaited them. He would sip his tea or coffee, relax, and check his appointment book. At 9:30 or 10:00 he would then casually venture out into the clear streets at a leisurely pace to some suburban or rural residence to indulge his love of gardening and get paid for it.
This morning was destined to be a little different though he would never have guessed so at the time. 'Mrs Grandellar-Favour: The Noke, Hobbs End.' He chuckled at the name; sounds like 'glandular fever' he thought. Hobbs End was a very well-to-do area just outside town; huge detached houses with gardens measured in acres. Many of these residences had commercial gardening outfits tend their vast lawns, but smaller one-man-bands such as he were often preferred as the personal touch, smaller cost, and usually the guarantee of a decent job being done outweighed the alternative. He approached the property down a winding drive through a front garden the size of a small park. The house was typical turn of the 20th century; five or six bedrooms at least. Mrs Grandellar-Favour appeared, accompanied by her husband who gave him the once over, smiled and shook his hand then went back to his newspaper. She walked him round to the rear of the house, and he was pleased to see that the gardens had been kept fairly well maintained, but needed some attention. They discussed terms and they were both happy for him to start.
'Oh, there is one thing' she put in quickly on remembering an important point; 'down at the wooded end past the walled garden near the boundary with 'Red Gables' property, I am afraid we have an infusion of that dreaded Japanese Knotweed. Whilst I do not expect you to rid us of it completely- I know what trouble it is- you will need to keep it in check for me if you would. I will see you get extra for it.'
'It will be a pleasure- almost!' he laughed; 'It is a pet hate of mine, I hate the way it takes over.'
He was shown that he could take his van down as far as the walled garden, on a rudimentary drive way. Looking back the house seemed a long way off, and the wooded area even further. The sense of space made him take in a deep breath and smile. If only he had done this since the age of eighteen he thought. It was hot and he removed his shirt in the mid-day humidity, the sweat ran down the back of his khaki shorts making it look as though he had wet himself. He toiled back round toward the house filling wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow with offshoots and cuttings. His hairy chest adorned with leaves and petals. Suddenly he was aware of a presence. He looked up and there with arm outstretched holding a mug of coffee was a tiny waif like girl with bright ginger hair and soft white skin.
'This is for you' she said as her sweet little arm wobbled under the weight of the mug.
'Thank you very much' he said, as he gratefully took the mug from her. He could not help but notice that her radiant blue eyes which shone out from her delicately freckled face were not looking him in the eye, but surveying his sweating middle-aged body. She pursed her lips and smiled at him;
'I must go now' and she skipped away on her bare feet across the lawn to the house. Suddenly something inside him wished she had stayed. He felt an erection growing and felt a little ashamed with himself. The lady of the house approached and he pulled the tee shirt over his body; suddenly feeling over exposed, unnecessarily of course. He sipped the coffee as she approached.
'You are working hard' she said; 'I know it is a big garden'
'It is just fine' he replied; 'I am enjoying the day- thanks for the coffee' he put in, as he wanted to enquire upon the waif.
'Abigail was so determined that you should have a drink, watching you work was distracting her from the weekly dusting she comes in to do.'
'So the little girl is no relation of yours then?' Mrs G-F laughed;
'No she is no relation and she is not exactly a 'little girl' either. Abigail is twenty I think; she is one of Miss Proctor's girls from 'Red Gables' and one of her tasks is to come here once a week and do the dusting. We like to spoil her, as I get the impression Miss Proctor is a little strict with her charges. 'Red Gables' is a sort of private 'Finishing School' for young ladies. Strange thing is they all seem to have red hair! Most extraordinary.'
He thought of the sweet nymph again; he had thought her to be about 14, which is why he had been so ashamed at his excitement. He was now even more ashamed inside as this new knowledge had given his carnal persona license to dwell further on the milky innocence that had affected his blood pressure so. All of a sudden he was anxious to get to work with the knotweed down by the boundary. He could have a look; maybe, just maybe 'Red Gables' would require his services also.
A few days later he returned to the house, having mowed and tidied the front and done likewise with the immediate area to the rear of the property, he could now justify an excursion down to the woods at the far end, beyond the walled garden. As he ventured down, the house was completely out of sight behind him; the woodland was serene and he could have been somewhere entirely disassociated with the tended garden landscape back up by the house. The woodland was in its natural state, apart from the tubular growths of the knotweed which popped audibly as he struck it down with contempt. He was perplexed as he could see the boundary wall about 100 yards off and his curiosity just to see what lay beyond it toyed with his inner soul endlessly.
Something inside him came to a working decision which reached a compromise; he would work his way down to the wall and back again. He would cut the weed down first then set to the arduous task of digging the roots out. Just the action of hacking through the jungle of the invading plant with a machete had him dripping with sweat. He reached the wall, which was a lot taller than it appeared at 100 yards. He eyed a fallen tree which lay at an angle beside the wall; a large limb providing a natural route up and over the top. He thought for a moment then said to himself- "get a grip you fool!"- He turned to work his way back through another thicket and slashed away with the blade.
"Hello again!" an excited little voice rang out. He turned and there atop the wall was Abigail; another red-headed waif sat beside her who had a smirk upon her cherub like face.
"Would you like some of my juice" she said waving a small bottle of fruit drink at him. He looked at her and her friend and smiled. A lump came into his throat. 'Behave yourself' he thought to himself as he strode carefully up the fallen tree.
"Thank you" he said as he took the tiny bottle of juice from her and had to be careful not to consume it all-the sip he took half emptied it and barely cooled the inside of his mouth, but he was not about to let her know this. As he handed the bottle back she looked at him starry eyed and her friend delicately touched the hairs on his sweaty arm as he extended it. She giggled and licked her fingers.
"Don't mind Cindy; she is a little crazy, she will get us into all sorts of bother with Miss Proctor" Said Abigail who panted making her little breasts heave as much as was possible for such a slight young lady.
"You do not mind us watching you work do you? We would love to help you but Miss Proctor would punish us if she knew we had spoken to a man we had not been introduced to by her or Miss Hunter." He really did not know what to say, and felt he was somehow being manipulated by the minxes, but they were interesting to him, very interesting.
"No, I do not mind at all" he said as he turned and stumbled slightly on the log. As he did a soft white hand grabbed his and squeezed.
"Careful" said Abigail as she held onto his hand for as long as she possibly could. He felt the warmth through her delicate little palm and their eyes met, bringing back the lump in his throat and a lump elsewhere below. He scrambled quickly down 'What are you doing allowing girls of that age excite you' he thought. He was hooked though, and he had an idea they knew this too. He got back to his machete and smiled up at them.
"We must not get our skirts dirty on this wall or we will be in for a stroke or two!" Said Cindy, and the two in unison lifted their skirts and pulled their legs back provocatively, careful to allow him a view of their crotches; their tight white panties outlining a sweet little bulge. The two smiled knowingly. He now wished he had not 'gone commando'; he smiled and cursed as he had to turn away from the sight- his erection now as stiff as the machete and very evident in his baggy khakis.
"You girls come here this instant!" The playful scene was suddenly shattered by a mature female voice from beyond the wall; the two looked terrified and Abigail put her erect index finger up to her lips to beg silence from him. The look of fear in the two girl's eyes had rendered him motionless anyhow. He watched as they scrambled from the wall in as lady-like a fashion as they could muster; skirts hastily dropped to hide the femininity they had so freely offered him. He could just hear the muffled conversation beyond the wall.
"I hope you have not been smoking again Brown! Let me smell your breath." There was silence for a moment. "And you Fisher" barked the unseen virago. She scared him, and he was a middle-aged gardener.
"Just what do you think you are doing; climbing up walls like tom-boys at YOUR age?!"
"I ... I ... I just wanted to show Cindy where I go once a week; it was my fault Miss Proctor"
His curiosity now got the better of him as the voices were a little fainter; they had obviously moved from the wall – he stealthily climbed the log and carefully peeped over the top, hidden by some convenient foliage he stared between the leaves. The sight that befell him only made him yearn all the more to be part of Red Gables. The ground on their side of the wall was three or four feet higher than his side, making the girl's access to the top of the wall that much easier. Now stood about twenty-five feet from the wall was the source of the authoritative and assertive voice which had terrified the two waifs.
Miss Proctor stood there dominantly in tight white jodhpurs and full length boots, a tight black blouse displaying her full and rounded body magnificently. She was not waif like by any stretch of the imagination. She also wore black gloves and was pointing and swishing a menacing and flexible cane at the two sweet nymphs who were kneeling submissively before her. Though she was a very impressive example of mature womanhood compared to the two waifs, she also had striking red-hair; this time a deep auburn, and her skin was milky white, her arms in complete contrast to her gloves.
"Get up brown, bend over and show me your panties!" poor Cindy began to snivel; she knew that even stepping out of place would earn her a caning from Miss Proctor. She bent over giving all a full view of her silky legs and pert little bottom. She knew the wall would have left its mark on her panties and now Miss Proctor would leave her mark in recognition of that fact; she patted her panties with the cane. He saw the mature woman smile victoriously.
"Filthy!" she barked, making both girls tremble- and making his now firm erection pulsate-
"Panties down- NOW!" The tears were already evident on the poor girls face. She pulled her panties down around her ankles, her beautiful white bottom exposed invitingly and her sweet sex peeped out from below. The Jodhpur clad woman stepped round lifted the cane above her head and held it there teasingly to allow the girl time to ponder the error of her ways.
'Whup!'; she brought the cane down; the little white bottom flexed, Cindy cried out in pain and a stripe redder than the hair of any person present blossomed across her sweet little rear.
Without even giving her panties an inspection, Abigail was ordered to drop hers also. She bent over at a three-quarter angle to the wall and she turned to face it. She knew he would be watching. He marvelled at the submissive little waif and though he wanted to take her home and keep her warm and safe, something else inside him was jealous of the governess at her work; he would have liked to cane that bottom too.
She blinked in expectancy of the cane as she stared hungrily at the wall, hoping to meet his eyes as she was punished, just for him, she thought. Down came the cane;
"Whup!" she yelped as the tears streamed down her pretty face and the red line glowed across her bottom. Both girls sobbed uncontrollably.
"Follow me. You shall have the other five strokes over a chair- I have guests who may be interested in your discipline!" He had been about to unleash his member and pleasure himself at the unbelievable spectacle until she had said this. His curiosity was now beginning to control him. He looked back and could just make out his van in the distance through the trees; it was behind the walled garden, so Mrs G-F would not know if he were there or not. He watched the three walk along a wooded path; the beautifully full rear of the vicious matriarch leading the way, the two sobbing waifs obediently following, closer to further punishment with each step. Occasionally Abigail looked expectantly behind her. Red Gables needed a gardener at this time, and she had been well trained.
He hopped down from the wall; it was barely five feet from the ground on this side. He dodged from tree to tree, and from clump of Knotweed to clump of knotweed; it was prevalent here as well and had suddenly become a friend. As he made a move a couple of hundred yards on, Abigail caught sight of him and her heart leapt; she knew he would appeal to Miss Hunter, not just because he was a good hard working gardener, she would appreciate his clean and polite ruggedness and would want to keep him –the way she had since she'd first seen him- they would both benefit from his entwinement.
He had to work his way around the perimeter for cover as he watched the dominant woman lead the two across an expansive lawn to Red Gables. The house was half as big again as the The Noke and had a suitably sinister air about it. Abigail saw him again as he moved to another point and smiled openly. She knew he would be caught and she was now looking forward to her caning. The two girls were taken into a downstairs room; the curtains to which were conveniently wide open with no nets. He had a clear view as he panted for breath; a large leather chair stood prominently in the centre of the room. Cindy was told to strip naked and was then helped over the black leather chair by two more red-headed girls, equally as soft and adolescent looking as the other two. Smiling eagerly they bound her wrists to the arms of the chair. Her now dangling feet were fastened to the chair legs to stop here lifting her own into the path of the stinging cane as she was punished.
Abigail had disappeared from sight, and though he was a little concerned about this he was sure that she was just being held back out of view to await her turn. He was consumed by Cindy's plight. To his astonishment Miss Proctor turned toward the window, unzipped her boots and kicked them off before peeling her own clothes off. She was a truly perfect picture of a supreme woman in her prime and his cock was now virtually bursting from his shorts. He found it hard to focus on one area as he watched her deliver the five promised strokes to the helpless waif; the movement of the mature beauty as her arms legs and buttocks flexed as she wielded the cane in obvious pleasure was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Likewise, the cries of the sweet waif as her protruding bottom rippled and clenched as she accepted the bite of the cane evoked a sense of eroticism in him he had not known was there until that point. As the fifth stroke was delivered and Cindy squealed and wept uncontrollably, Miss Proctor once again faced the window smiling knowingly. She then walked right up to it and he turned to move away.
His cock was protruding like a tent pole behind his shorts as he turned; there behind him was another formidable looking woman, and sweet Abigail, who half smiled-half frowned as she looked at him.
"A peeping tom! What would the police say to that, I wonder?" his face went as red as their hair.
This was Miss Hunter. She completed the red-headed theme; she too had the glorious trade mark- her flowing locks tied in a bun at this point. She, like Miss Proctor was a beautifully full shaped hour glass figure, aged about 50. She had a tight black silk blouse and tight black skirt. She stood dominantly on tall stilettos and also carried a short cane. She eyed him up and down, contemptuously at first, then she smiled sweetly and looked him full in the eyes whilst patting the cane in her palm.
"There is an alternative to the police, of course. I hear from Mrs Grandella-Favour that you are a very good gardener – we need one here. We would want you to live-in though, as you would have other 'duties'. I know this would be easy for you; I've looked into your life in your little house and know you are alone; we can soon have that on the market. What do you say?"
He was astounded. Abigail looked at him like a lost puppy; her lower lip trembled;
"Please come and look after me" He was as lost as she sounded, what was happening to him; he thought of the consequences of the police; although he had not actually done anything wrong, it did not look to clever.
"I will make you very comfortable here" edged Miss Hunter as she saw him swaying toward her way. Having seen he was just as the waif had described him she was determined to make him hers.
"OK" he said.
"Good" she looked at him sternly and placed the cane on his protrusion; "We will have those off now." He was compelled to do as she told him; he felt as submissive before this woman as did her charges. He dropped his shorts and stood naked, his cock fit to explode with the afternoon's events. He noticed the faces smiling through the window. Cindy's tear stained face looked across at Abigail.
Miss Hunter smiled triumphantly; she too looked at Abigail. "You have caused our new gardener a great deal of trouble today, have you not?"
"Yes Miss Hunter, I should be punished for it" She knelt and looked up at him; his erect cock wavering before her delicate little nose.
"I have deceived you and want you to cane me." She stared longingly up at him. His cock throbbed.
The naked Miss Proctor appeared next to him; she smelled beautifully in her aroused state. She looked wickedly at Abigail as she handed him the cane.
"Welcome to Red Gables" she said.
Miss Hunter had Abigail stand and she walked them both into the room he had viewed from the outside. She noted that his face had a distinct look of shame, rather than guilt. As Abigail walked eagerly to the chair, looking back to ensure he had not lost his senses completely and fled, Miss Hunter took his arm;
"I know this is all difficult for you to take in, but I intend to make things very comfortable for you here; all the young ladies at this establishment are over 18" she looked deep into his eyes and smiled wickedly;
"I know just why they appeal to you, and you should not be ashamed of yourself-it is a basic failing in all males. This particular penchant you have goes hand in hand with an opposite attraction for older women does it not?" She stroked his erect cock, which jumped to attention; he could not deny he had just as strong feelings for assertive mature women, and he knew she knew this.
"Please smile for me. I intend to take a personal hand in your guidance now you have agreed to stay; I promise you will not regret your decision." He knew his 'decision' was really hers. He smiled just the same and Miss Hunter squeezed his cock as she leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips. He knew from that moment on that she would have a hold on him that he could never be released from.
Abigail had been tied to the leather chair by the two red-headed attendants who had secured Cindy. They now kneeled out of the way of the cane and eyed expectantly the mature male with erect phallus who was going to punish the captive. Cindy was sprawled over the knees of the naked Miss Proctor, who was gently applying cold cream to the grateful nymphs red cheeks. He looked down the room and noted there was a bed with white silk sheets at the other end with chairs arranged either side of it. Miss Hunter saw him glance at the bed whispered encouragement to him;
"When you have administered the five strokes we will all go down there; everything will be ok, trust me" he was not sure what she meant but was compelled to do as she asked, and was eased by the enthusiastic atmosphere of those in attendance. Miss Hunter strutted over to Abigail and rubbed her hand on the delightfully exposed cheeks. He noticed the sweet sex of the red-head quiver and protrude as her mistress taunted her;
"Abigail Fisher, you have been a very bad girl indeed. You have been deceitful to a man who is now in my employ. What should we have him do?"
The sweet waif flexed her slender arms and legs against the tension of the silken cords that bound her, her white flesh glowed against the soft black leather, Miss Hunter pulled her soft red hair away from her back and laid it over her shoulder.
"Please may he cane me, Miss Hunter" The two attendants discretely fondled themselves as the spectacle unfolded.
"How many strokes are you owed" Said Miss Hunter.
"I should want five; Miss Proctor has shown me one already" said the captive, flexing her bottom as she eyed the hairy middle-aged man with arms which were a great deal more muscular than either of the women who had both enjoyed caning her before. His cock bobbed as he watched that sweet bottom quiver.
"You shall have six! Our new man was cheated of the first; we cannot have that, can we?"
"Oh yes please", said Abigail, rubbing her face impatiently on the soft leather chair. She looked at him as he came closer to her; she looked up almost lovingly at him. He could sense she was scared, but this seemed to excite her all the more.
"Oh Miss; I think I may wet myself", she pleaded with a studied tone of embarrassment.
"You know if you do you shall suffer an extra stroke!" said Miss Hunter, in a studied assertive tone, as she smiled at the waif as if to congratulate her. She stood back.
"Cane her!" She commanded. He faltered as he lifted for the first stroke; he was not sure that he really wanted to do this- the form before him was the epitome of innocence and it wrangled with his conscience. She looked up at him and pushed her little round white bottom as far up as she could manage.
"Can me, I beg you!" she cried out with impatience; he brought the cane down with a whoosh that was delicious to her ears. He struck her just above the line of her thighs at the lowest part of her bottom. She squealed with pain and her bottom flexed for the second time that day, but this time she felt a hidden ecstasy too. He was caning her, and she knew what was to follow.
He brought it down again, this time cutting a perfect line mid buttocks which produced just as excited a squeal as the smart line of impact blushed from pink to bright red. She sobbed with joy and pain as she watched him flex again. The third stroke bit home with the most elegant of deliveries; the two mistresses clapped at his accomplishment as her bottom lifted and splayed as she enjoyed the kiss of the rattan. Whoosh! The fourth had the tears dripping from the poor waif's face, and he noticed her sex was almost as equally moist. The fifth had her buck as the tensioners loosened slightly with her punished reactions. She sobbed and never took her eyes from him until the point of Impact. Her bottom glowed.
He was beginning to enjoy tormenting her now, and the ladies clicked away with cameras. He knew they had him now, with all that evidence. He lifted his arm for the sixth and final stroke; he would make her pay for her deceit. She looked away from him and lifted her head and whimpered as the cane cut through the air to meet its soft reward. Whup! She wailed and looked at Miss Hunter; the waif's sweet little womanhood bulged and she gushed a stream of hot pee which trickled down the black leather. Miss Hunter crossed her arms and smiled at him;
"She has earned a seventh stroke; make her pay dearly for wetting my furniture!"
Whoosh! He delivered a seventh with some venom; the flexible demon bit home once more and her buttocks squirted the pee as she flexed for the final time and cried uncontrollably.
He turned and wanted to throw the cane. Though his aroused state and an inner carnal sense had taken control at the deliciously submissive site before him, he was truly ashamed with himself now. He had indulged a base pleasure to fulfilment and was thoroughly displeased with himself as Abigail sobbed as she was released from her torment. Miss Hunter carried on smiling and took the cane from him. She held him with one hand and toyed with his now flaccid cock with the other.
"Look" she said. Abigail was walking toward him, still snivelling but smiling through her tears which were subsiding already. She knelt down and kissed his feet.
"Thank you for my first caning from you" she said sweetly. His cock roused again as Miss Hunter caressed it and he viewed the submissive ginger girl before him. She stood up again and Miss Hunter turned to allow the soft girl tip-toe and press her sweet body against his hairy torso. He squeezed her; she whimpered again slightly as he squeezed he punished little bottom involuntarily.
"Come" said Miss Hunter and she walked them down to the bed, which he noted was elevated somewhat. Miss Hunter spoke;
"Are you ready to reward Him Abigail?"
"Oh yes please Miss" she said as she eagerly climbed onto the soft cool white silk sheets. Miss Hunter toyed with his cock once more which was now rigid. She stood him at the end of the bed and elevated it a little more with a foot-pedal.
Abigail knelt before him on the bed as the small audience took their places in the chairs next to it; the two mistresses taking one of the attendant waifs each, placing their hands down to pleasure the young ladies during the show. Cindy was allowed to stand naked, side on, and she eyed the large male and her friend expectantly whilst rubbing away between her legs.
Abigail looked sweetly up at him;
"I am yours now, and I shall pleasure you"; she lay face down on the soft sheets, her eyes fixed on his manhood as she lifted her lower legs, put her arms back and held her ankles. Her sweet slender white arms accentuating the red stripes he had left across her bottom. She looked up at him and opened her mouth. He moved forward and her sweet red lips took him in. He shuddered as her hot little mouth sucked and squeezed over his glans and took the length of his cock in and out. He felt the ecstasy of the movement within her mouth and looked down at her act of complete submission; he thought of the caning and viewed her sweet tormented cheeks; he put his hand behind her head and she looked up with those adorable blue eyes. Cindy sighed and keeled in upon herself as she could hold back no longer. Nor could he; his knees and lower body trembled as he spurted in absolute ecstasy. He looked down to see her look up with eyes as pleased as punch. He felt her swallowing as he gave her more and more and only a little dribbled from the edge of her mouth.
The two waifs moaned as the two mistresses delighted in watching their pleasure. This had been a good day's work thought Miss Hunter. She and Miss Proctor both stood and held him either side as he withdrew, with Abigail looking up at him with bright blue eyes, her face beaming with satisfaction. They knew he was in a state of shock; if he had not it would have been a miracle. He was unsure of foot as he looked down at her half-smiling, half incensed at what he had allowed himself to do; she moved from the bed and wrapped her arms about his neck and kissed him; a sticky salty remnant from the performance stuck between their lips as she drew away, blushing at her faux pas. He wiped his lips and smiled back at her; now he just wanted to comfort the vulnerable creature.
"Suite Three; we will allow him to come up to you shortly, after we have refreshed him and had a little talk about his appointment in the West lounge" said Miss Hunter. Abigail looked thrilled and then looked longingly at him as she made haste toward the oaken stairway he espied through an inner door; the other young ladies were ushered after her to their respective sleeping quarters. He was walked slowly along the hall by the two women and into a large lounge with high ceilings and comfortable looking leather seating. Miss Proctor took two silk kimonos from an ornate dresser by the door and slipped her curvaceous body into one. She passed a larger version to him and he gratefully covered his nakedness with it. He was sat in the middle of a huge and comfortable sofa and the two vixens sat either side of him, crossing their legs at an angle to him, making him feel captive and very comfortable at the same time. Miss Hunter rang a little bell which was down the side of the sofa; from nowhere, yet another nubile red -headed and adorable young woman appeared; about 5'2" slightly built and dressed in a tight French maid's uniform. Like all the others, she looked more than pleased to be there.
"Bring a selection of alcoholic drinks please Fiona; our finest Jamaican Demerara for our new friend" she smiled as he looked at her in amazement.
"Oh, I've been busy at your little house while you have been busy at The Noke" she placed her hand over his crotch and caressed him gently; "As well as noting what you like to drink, I've had a look at your computer too – I know what else you like- it seems we have a lot in common." She took a sharp intake of breath as she thought of what she'd found, elevated her head slightly to look down on him wickedly. She teased his cock as she felt it rise with the thought that she had discovered he also had a strong desire for assertive women.
"I often use those sites to look for recruits here; just think, we may have already confessed our desires to each-other" she giggled. His cock went rigid at the thought; he could not quite take in what was happening to him, but he felt as great a desire for her as he had with Abigail; he now knew he was to pleasure them both in their own special ways. He was in danger of messing the kimono when young Fiona returned. Miss Proctor poured the drinks as Miss Hunter surveyed her prey. Young Abigail had been a good judge and she was warming to him by the minute. She downed her drink and poured another large measure;
"You will return to the Noke tomorrow and perform your duties a double speed, then you will bring your van here and I will show you where I intend to keep you" the word 'keep' and the assertive way in which she delivered the sentence made his cock rigid;
"I said I would make you comfortable here and I will add my first personal touch to that promise tomorrow night" she said as she adjusted her shapely thighs to allow him a glance at more than he should see and poured him another large drink; he had consumed the first as if it had been the tiny swig the waif had blessed him with earlier- he felt the need for Dutch Courage in the presence of this formidable woman. As she passed the glass back to him she leaned forward and pressed her cheek against his;
"You drink that one swiftly too, no more for you tonight; someone is waiting eagerly for you upstairs and will not want you falling asleep as soon as you lie down. I will be very jealous tonight; tomorrow I will reveal more about your duties here and you'll see how a jealous women likes to be repaid" she smiled wickedly into his eyes and squeezed his cock with her free hand, kissed him then pushed the glass up to his stunned lips. He drank the rum down. She stood and pulled him up to his feet as Miss Proctor sat smiling knowingly at the two.
"Fiona, take him to Suite three, and no listening at the door!" the sweet young maid took his hand and happily led him away through the door and away up the stairs. She released his hand and moved a couple of steps ahead of him, mincing her delectable tight little bottom provocatively as she ascended the stairway. The whole house had a sweet feminine scent to it; the legacy of it being inhabited by the throng of constantly semi-aroused women – their sweet scent having seemingly permeated the very fabric of the building. When she knew she was out of earshot as they cleared the landing, she suddenly stopped, faced him, and stretched up affectionately; arms about his neck – "You are going to be Abigail's keeper aren't you. Please say you'll let me watch you please her one time; I'll do anything for you!" Both his mind and his cock boggled; 'keeper'- What could she mean? Just the same, the sweet smell and feel of a beautiful ginger French maid clinging to him could not be denied;
"Yes, of course, but not tonight" she giggled and planted a warm and wet kiss full on his lips; his erection boomed- he could have had her there and then on the hallway carpet. She led him on to Suite Three. They stood by the door; Fiona looked forlorn and held his hand tightly she did not want to let go. He looked at her impatiently and a smile crept across her face;
"If I'm disobedient will you spank me?" His head swam. She let go and put her arms behind her back, looking coyly at him;
"I shall come and see you in the grounds tomorrow" she said and walked slowly away, churning her pert bottom as she went.
He opened the door and was hit by an even sweeter smell than the fragrance outside. Soft lighting made it difficult for him to see; the carpet within the room was deep and soft, so soft he almost stumbled in the pile- the day's events had taken their toll on him but the expectation of what he would find drove him on. As his eyes became fully accustomed to the light he saw that Suite Three was very darkly decorated and softly furnished; after what had occurred downstairs he perceived that this was some sort of 'recovery room'. There in the centre was a huge and inviting bed. In the centre of the bed lay Abigail, naked and uncovered; the soft cream coloured silk covered duvet piled behind her. She lay on her side facing him, her knees together and brought up under her chin displaying her sex and anus tantalisingly. As he grew nearer he could see her smiling softly at him; a single tear rolled from each blue eye and trickled down her soft white face into the red hair she lay on.
He knelt by the bed, overcome by the sweet innocence of the girl before him. It pained him to think that he had punished her so severely earlier, he wanted to apologise. She held out her hands to him.
"Oh please, don't make me wait any longer" she cried impatiently. He could not resist the yearning within him, part affection, part lust, and part pure carnal desire. His cock was fully erect but his first instinct was to comfort the gorgeously delectable waif. He climbed into the bed as she extended her legs and accepted him in a caress. He pulled the duvet over them as she urgently wrapped he arms and legs about him. He was struck by the unbelievable softness of her body, and her sweet musky scent was exhilarating. She whimpered a little as their lips met and they indulged in a long and loving kiss. His cock bobbed up behind her little round buttocks and the softness of her cheeks made his glans pulse uncontrollably. As their lips parted she smiled contentedly and looked at him impishly;
"I was so close to pleasing myself, I thought you'd never come. I'm so ready for you" she took his hand and pulled it down toward her sex, as she did so she arched he bottom outwards and his ready cock flipped into the dimple of her anus. She took a sharp intake of breath and then giggled before continuing with her task; his hand felt a warm and inviting pussy that was moist and slippery. With his cock tight up against her arse and his hand on her sweet sex, he just wanted to eat her. She was driving him insane. Now she knew he was there and was ready for her, a playful sense of innocence came across her; she did her best to look bewildered and scared;
"You're not going to fuck me are you; it won't hurt will it?" his cock was ready to explode. He pushed her back on the bed and held her wrists. His cock bobbed and slapped her delicate little stomach.
"You can tie me up first if you want" she said. This was all too much; they kissed again and as they did so, he moved himself down and probed until he felt the heavenly entrance to her soft womanhood. She opened her eyes wide and moaned in anticipation. He eased himself into the tight warmth of the sweet ginger nymph. He looked down at the pale red-headed angel below him, pinned to the bed by his bulk. She looked up at him submissively and whimpered as she enjoyed his rapid and boisterous stokes. In a very short time indeed, she lifted her legs as erectly as she could and moaned in pure ecstasy as the waves of absolute pleasure washed over her. He grunted like an animal as like feelings coursed through his body and he pumped the warmth of his love into her. He had never experienced an emotion such as that before. They kissed and cuddled and he held her tight against him until she should stay awake no more. He wanted to keep her forever.