Hirst Hall

Chapter 13 – I meet my two stepsons

On the day Marco finished the first of the portraits Sir Thomas’ sons came home from Winchester College.  They were only to be with us for ten days and were planning to leave the day before Georgina arrived to go spend some time with school friends.  This would give Georgina a chance to make Hirst Hall her home before having to contend with two younger stepbrothers.

The young men bounded from the carriage like foxhounds taken off the leash.  They greeted their father with genuine warmth and me with a wary politeness and a certain young male interest.  They were clearly brothers though not particularly similar looking.  Fourteen-year old James (it was a popular name in the district) was the younger but he had his father’s rangy, spare height and was already taller than his older sibling.  Fifteen-year old Edward was thinner and less heavily built and clearly took after his mother.  Both were dark and handsome; with their wealth and looks they would cut a fatal swathe through the local female population.  But it was Edward who had his father’s slashing, calculating eyes and there could be little doubt that he was the leader of the two.

They had not been in the Hall since September and the noise of their getting reacquainted with it echoed for some hours. The only person who gave them pause was Mrs. Jones: one look from her quietened them instantly.  I supposed they had known her and feared her since they were very small lads.  After they had crashed through the Chinese Salon while I was writing, she came in to apologise.

“I am sorry for the disturbance, your ladyship.”

“It is nothing, Mrs. Jones.  I do feel that it might be better though if we encouraged some manly activities away from the Hall.”

“I could not agree more, Lady Caroline.  It would be much safer.”

“Safer?”

“Much safer.  Master Edward and Master James could roger every maid in the place given a little time.  And pregnant maids don’t work well.”

“Whereas outside they can only seduce the estate girls.”

“Exactly, much better from my point of view.”

And so I encouraged riding, visits to the mills, a shooting party and even an overnight expedition into Wales.  I heard from the housekeeper that they were indeed wreaking havoc amongst the female population and that there were rumours that one outraged husband was coming to see Sir Thomas as to Edward’s advances on his young wife.  Not to mention a general locking up of all good-looking daughters.

On the fifth day of the boys’ visit, as they were out hunting rabbit with one of the groundskeepers who had taught them to shoot years before, Mrs. Jones came into the Chinese Salon dragging a shamefaced Mary behind her.

“Explain to her ladyship what you were doing!” Mrs. Jones was quite ferocious.

“Oh no, please Ma’am, not that, please.”

“Right now or I will have you whipped and working in a short shift.”

“Your ladyship, I didn’t mean to…”  And the maid broke down sobbing.

“Master Edward or Master James?”  I asked Mrs. Jones.

“Neither! Tell Lady Caroline, you hussy!”

“M… Marco…” wailed the poor girl.

“And what were you doing Mary?” I tried to sound stern.

“I…  I…  I took…  I took him in my mouth!” The girl was now a flaming shade of red.

I tried not to laugh.  The afternoon before Marco had delivered the second portrait and received his second reward at my hands (or rather, not my hands).  The young man had clearly been sufficiently impressed by the experience that he had set out to persuade someone else to repeat it.

“Where was this, Mrs. Jones?”

“They were caught on the north backstairs, your ladyship.”

“Had Mary finished her task?”

“Well, you slut, had you finished sucking him off?” The housekeeper turned her fury on the quailing maid.

“No…. no, Ma’am, no I didn’t.  I’m so sorry, your ladyship.  I didn’t mean to…”

“You didn’t mean to?  You didn’t mean to stick his prick in your mouth?  Perhaps it ended up there by accident?  It just popped in as he was walking past?”  Mrs. Jones was tormenting the girl.  After all of Mary’s shameless peaking at my degradations I could not help but enjoy it somewhat.

“And what do you want me to do about it, Mrs. Jones?  You deal with staff discipline inside the Hall.”

“Yes, your ladyship.  But this is a serious infraction and requires your attention.  Mary can be dismissed for this.”  She was watching me for my reaction.  Mary was begging and wailing.

Unbidden, the picture of the young housekeeper sitting on her mistress’ face and wielding the candle came to my mind.  Mrs. Jones had been dismissed for that.  I could not be that cruel.

“What do you recommend, Mrs. Jones?”

She looked at me challengingly.  She clearly wanted to see what I was capable of.   “That is for you to decide, your ladyship.  It should sufficient to ensure there is no repetition.”

How was I do deal with it?  I could have her birched but I hate pain being inflicted on people (except my own person and I know that it is not decent).  Mary was still sobbing at my feet.

“Have young Dai brought here,” I ordered.

Mrs. Jones’ eyes widened but she rang the bell and when Eliza appeared gave the order.  The maid hurried away.

Minutes later the young boot boy appeared, out of breath.  I do not suppose he had ever been summoned upstairs before.

“How old are you boy?”

“F… fourteen, your ladyship.  I… I had my birthday last week.” He was stammering with nervousness. Although he was the same age as Master James he looked several years younger as he was so much smaller and less sure of himself.

“Well, Dai, I have a late present for you.  Mary here wishes to suck on a male member.  I am going to allow her to practice on yours.”

“NOOO!  Please, your ladyship, please not that.  Anything else…”  The maid was beside herself.

“Well, I had thought of having you birched.  But I have made Dai an offer and I will not renege on it.  You will take him in your mouth, you will finish the task and if one drop falls on my carpet then you will be birched.”

Mrs. Jones dragged her up onto her knees by her hair.  Dai had to undo his own britches.  His little member, stiff as a poker, if much less impressive, leapt out.

“Suck him, now, you trollop,” ordered the housekeeper, pushing her head forward.

Sobbing, Mary engulfed him with her mouth.  The boy lasted mere seconds, I am not sure she had to suck at all.  Her frantic swallowing told me she took the threat of the birching seriously.  Then she collapsed on the floor again.

“Thank you Dai, you may go.”  The dazed lad was fumbling with his fastenings and backing to the door.

“Right Mary, next time you want a man in your mouth just come and tell me, I will find someone for you.  Take her away please, Mrs. Jones.”

Mrs. Jones dragged the distraught maid away leaving me alone with my letters.  As she left I caught an approving glance from the housekeeper; I had obviously risen to the task in her estimation.

I sat there breathing heavily for several minutes.  I did not need to touch myself below to know how wet I was.  Ordering someone else humiliated and watching it had been terribly exciting.  I was ashamed of what I had done but there was no denying its effect upon my body.  Was this what humiliating me felt like for Sir Thomas? I shuddered.

All too soon it was the last day of my stepsons’ visit.  There was packing going on for their departure next morning and I was in a state of excitement for I knew that Georgina should be with us late the following afternoon.  The only difficulty was that Sir Thomas had arranged for us to leave the morning after Georgina arrived here to visit nearby houses and families: Deverne Court, Deepwell Hall and Ludlow as well as Sudeney Place on the way back.  We would be away for ten entire days and Sir Thomas had decided that he did not want Georgina with us.  She was to remain and become accustomed to her new home.  I had tried to persuade him otherwise, but to no avail.  Still I would see her tomorrow and after our little trip we would be together the whole summer.

I had feared that Sir Thomas would somehow test my obedience in the time that remained.  However by that afternoon, less than a day before Georgina was due, I had relaxed.  And then came the summons to join him for tea on the terrace.  I arrived as Mary was laying out the last of it and I was about to sit between the two boys and opposite Sir Thomas when he caught my eye.

“It is a lovely day, my dearest, and you look a trifle warm.  Why don’t you go and ask Rose to help you change into something cooler.”  He was all affability.

“I…  I… but…”  I was taken aback.

“Off you go, darling.” And he dismissed me.

Rose was waiting in my room with the dress.  It was, as I feared, the shortest of my punishment dresses, the one that left my knees as well as my calves bare and let my breasts leap free at the slightest provocation.

“Sir Thomas wishes your underclothes to remain here, Ma’am.  I’m sorry.”

As I changed I glanced out of the window down at the terrace below.  The boys and their father were sat sipping tea and awaiting my return.  They had not started on the bread and cakes.

I was horrified to discover that the front of the damned dress now had little hooks and eyelets at the bosom which could be undone to allow the breasts to be completely exposed.  I wanted to run, run anywhere and hide.  But I had only a day to go.  My stepsons would be gone tomorrow and my daughter would be here.  Obedience was everything, obedience for just a little while longer.  How bad could it be?  I reminded myself of the dowry Georgina was to receive if I was an obedient wife.  Obedient...

I returned to the terrace walking carefully so as not to offer the boys even more of a view than I already was.  They gawped shamelessly: at my ankles in their half-boots, at my calves, at my knees, my bare arms and my half-revealed breasts.  As I approached they both leapt up to pull out my chair, staring at the dark rings around my nipples which peaked above the hem.  I sat so very cautiously, tucking my shortened dress beneath me and keeping my back straight.

“There, my dearest, you look so much cooler now,” teased my husband.  “Would you like some tea?”

“Yes please, that would be kind.”  I watched them warily.

Sir Thomas poured me a cup and held it out to me.  He held it about halfway across the table so that I would have to reach for it.

Stretching out like that would have but one result.  I hesitated, hoping fruitlessly that he would move it towards me, and then I leant forward and took it.  As I did so my nipples popped out of the dress and into plain sight.  I thought the boys might whoop with delight but they were well-mannered enough just to stare.  I made no attempt to put them back in put left them there on display.  I sipped my tea and tried not to tremble.

“I was just discussing corporal punishment with the boys,” Sir Thomas said conversationally.  “Seems there is as much of it at Winchester as when I was there.  I reckon it keeps the lads in line.  I was telling them that some people actually derive a sort of satisfaction from being beaten, but they found that hard to believe.  What do you say, my dear?”

Oh, God.  Surely he did not mean to beat me in front of them?  I did not think that I could bear it.  “I cannot imagine that is possible, Sir Thomas.  Why would anyone want to be beaten?”

“Exactly father, I know I hate it,” said Master James, still staring at my breasts.

“Oh, I don’t think they want to be beaten, but perhaps they enjoy it all the same.”  His eyes teased and tormented me. 

Silently I tried to beg him not to do that to me.

“Well sons, what about some muffins and cake?  Mrs. Shepherd’s marmalade is simply marvellous this year.  And we have the most excellent muffins for you to enjoy.”

“Yes please, father!” they chorused.

“Mary, come over and help me please,” he motioned for the nearby maid.

The girl hurried over, looking a little nervously at me even though I was scandalously attired and my breasts were on display.  She was still cowed by my exemplary punishment of her.

“Open her ladyship’s dress for me, girl.  Help Lady Caroline display herself properly.”

I gasped and tears sprang to my eyes.  Dear merciful God, no.  But Mary was fumbling with the hooks and pulling my dress open.  Soon my breasts were completely uncovered.  They seemed so large, framed as they were by the cloth.  My nipples stood forth stiffly, hardened by fear and anticipation.

“One muffin each boys, I think.  Do you prefer them with butter and marmalade or just marmalade?”

“Both, Sir,” said Master James.

“Just marmalade, please,” said his brother.

“Get on with it, Mary.  One of each”

“I... I don’t understand, Sir Thomas,” the girl stammered, looking confused.

”Cover Lady Caroline’s tits please.  One for each boy and as they have ordered.”

The maid’s eyes opened wide in shock as she understood and she nervously took a step forward.  I began to weep in utter humiliation but sat there obediently.

Mary picked up the butter knife and the little plate and began to butter my left breast.  I trembled at this abuse.  It wasn’t painful just utterly degrading.  When she had done my poor breast was slightly yellow and shone in the bright light.  Next she picked up the crystal bowl of marmalade with its silver spoon and began to slather the sticky orange jam onto both sides of my chest.  It stuck to me, more on the side that had no butter.  Glancing down I could see the pieces of orange peel of all sizes stuck to the slopes.  Mary had managed to place particularly large dollops of the conserve on each of my nipples making them seem grotesquely large.  Finally she stepped back.

“Tuck in, boys, tuck in,” Sir Thomas commanded, laughing.

The young men hesitated for just a second before diving onto a breast each.  James went straight for my nipple, sucking it straight into his mouth and relieving it of its load of sweetness.  Edward began by licking me gently at the edges before slowly working his way in.  My dear God, he was so like his father.  I gasped at their ardent ministrations.

Sir Thomas watched me over the heads of his two boys.  I could barely see him through the tears in my eyes but his eyes never left mine even though he was slowly eating a cucumber sandwich.  He was enjoying this immensely while I could only sit there and suffer.  I could have sworn that at one point he silently mouthed the words ‘I love you’.

“That’s enough lads, I’m sure you’ve had your ration by now.”

Reluctantly his sons removed their mouths from my breasts and resumed their seats.  My bosom shone in the afternoon light, glistening with their spittle and with my nipples like fierce little towers.  There seemed not a trace of butter or marmalade left.  I was not surprised as they had sucked and licked hard enough.

“Another cup of tea, darling?  And you must try some of these cucumber sandwiches, the first of the season I believe.”  He leant forward to help me and somehow I contrived to eat.

“Mary, come here.”  Once again he waved the girl forward.

“Yes, Sir Thomas?”

“Go find Mr Jenkins in the glasshouses in the kitchen garden.  Ask him if I might have one of his fine cucumbers.  Unless, of course we have just eaten the only one.”

Mary scampered away to fulfil her task and we four sat there and discussed Edward’s and James’ upcoming visit to friends from school who lived in Hampshire.  I felt my breasts slowly drying and struggled to regain my calm.  ‘Just endure it’ I kept telling myself.

Soon Mary returned bearing a cucumber on a little silver salver, which she placed on the table before my husband.

“Mr Jenkins sends his compliments, Sir Thomas, but this is the best he can do so early in the season.  He says they will be longer and larger when we’ve had more sun, Sir.”

Even so it was a perfectly healthy looking specimen of the vegetable.  I imagined Mr Jenkins had planted out the seeds in early March and had forced the plants hard under glass.

Sir Thomas held it up and inspected it.  “Excellent and remarkable.   Did you know, my dear, I’ve heard tell than some women have been known to use these to surreptitiously pleasure themselves in the absence of a suitable man?”

Oh please, please no.  “That is a disgusting notion, Sir Thomas.”

“Perhaps it would be easier to imagine if it were cut in two.  Pass it to Lady Caroline please, Mary.”  He placed a sharp little cake knife on the salver and handed it to the maid, who placed it before me.

“Cut it in two neatly, my dear.”  It was an unmistakable order and tremblingly I obeyed.  The sharp edge sliced easily through the green skin.

“Now do you see the resemblance?” There was a cruel edge to his voice.

“A... a little, perhaps,” I hesitated.

“I am so glad you agree, my little wife.  Dispose of them then, my dear.”

I did not understand.  Dispose where?  I was about to summon Mary over to take them away when it dawned on me what he intended.  No, he couldn’t mean...  “Sir Thomas, husband, I don’t know...”

“Put them away, silly girl, as only a woman can.  Both of them.  One each side.”

Now it was horribly, appallingly clear.  But I could not do this, not in front of my stepsons.  In fact I was not sure I got physically manage it at all.  “Please, Sir Thomas, I’m begging you...  I cannot.”

“Cannot?  You are disobeying me?  Here and now?”  It was very clearly an ultimatum.

“No, no.  I will obey.  I will try...”  I was weeping now, ashamed to my very core.

“You will succeed.  You may use the butter to help, if you need it.”  Never had he looked more lupine than at that moment and never had I felt more like a helpless rabbit.

I rose and felt all three pairs of the Dalrymple men’s eyes on me.  I picked up the first half of the cucumber, the one with the more elongated end and dipped it in the soft, half-melted, butter before reaching back under my skirt and easing the tip up between my cheeks to my bottomhole.  Slowly I pushed and it gradually slid in.  It was big, larger than Sir Thomas’s member but smaller than Giant Jim’s.  I was almost grateful that my bottom had been so opened two weeks before; there was a stretching discomfort but no pain.  Suddenly, as it was slowly sliding in, I wondered if later in the season the cucumbers would reach the size of the gardener’s vast equipment.  The very thought made me shiver. After a couple of minutes the entire thing had passed into me.  Slowly I straightened up, still sniffling back my tears.  I could feel every inch inside my behind.

“Well done, dear.  Now the other half!”  He was smiling at me while his sons sat there like pole-axed bullocks.

I reached for the remaining chunk of the vegetable, greased it in the butter and slid it under the front of my skirt.  I had to half squat to allow my sex to spread wide enough so that it would enter.  It was not easy.  I had to work the end around to get it in.  I think because my backside was so full already it was tighter in front.  Finally I lodged the tip in me and with little moans I forced the rest of it up and in.  Eventually I had it all buried.  Slowly and carefully I stood up.

“Lift your skirt and show Edward and James that it’s all gone.  Then come to me.”  I could here by the tone in his voice how much my ordeal had excited him.

I lifted my skirts and showed my bottom and front to both of the boys before walking very gingerly to stand beside my husband.

“Raise your skirt and show me...”  He was inches from my sex.

I complied and quivered as I felt one of his fingers slide into my slit and push against the end of the vegetable.

“Turn round...”

This time his finger entered my bottom and pushed the vegetable up as high as he could.  He pulled his finger out and the intrusion slowly slid down again before he shoved it up again.  He repeated this several times till I began to moan. 

“You see boys, even well-brought up women like Lady Caroline can act like low-born strumpets if they want to.  It is simply a matter of finding them the right motivation.”

“And what is my stepmother’s motivation, father?” It was the elder boy.

Dear Lord, please don’t tell him.  Please, I silently prayed.  He was still pushing the vegetable up and down my back passage.

“Some things are between a man and his wife, Edward.  But I am sure you will have no difficulty motivating your ladies when the time comes.”

Sir Thomas withdrew his finger completely and spun me round.  Reaching up from his seat he put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled my face down to near his.  He placed the finger that had just been in me, front and back, into my mouth and held it there until I began to suck on it.  Finally he tugged me closer till my tear-wet lips met his and he kissed me.

“You’re wet, you little harlot,” he whispered just for me to hear.  “What are you?”

I groaned as quietly as I could into his open mouth, “I’m wet... and a harlot.”  I hoped the boys had not heard me.

He let me go and said quite cheerfully, “Well sons, I imagine that your stepmother has made you both quite stiff.  Am I right?”

“Yes, father,” they both assented.

“My dear, as you have caused them this discomfort perhaps you should help them relieve it.”  He spoke as if we were discussing a minor household problem.

“Nooo.  Please, not that...  Please husband, not that.”  I was sobbing once more.

“Nonsense, don’t make such a fuss.  Sit yourself down.”

Weeping I sat down in my chair.  As I did so the large lengths of cucumber moved deeper inside my body and I could not stifle a grunt.  They were so big, so deep.  I was full beyond all imagining and my breasts were still hanging out with their firm little nipples.  I wanted to pass away from shame.

“Boys, pull up your chairs and sit either side of your stepmother.  Then you can get your cocks out.”

The boys moved like summer lightning and in moments were sat either beside me with their breaches undone.  Their members stood out and they seemed to have no shame in showing themselves before each other.  I wondered how many young girls had seen both of them together.  While not as large as their father they were already bigger than I would have thought.  I imagined they might match him when both were full-grown.

“Take one in each hand and see if you can relieve their stiffness, my dear.”  Sir Thomas was clearly highly amused.

Hesitantly I reached out my hands and took hold of my stepsons’ members.  They were both dreadfully hot and twitched in my grip.  I had Edward in my right hand and James in my left which was just as well as I imagined the older son had some of his father’s self-control and would require more dexterity.  So it proved to be as the younger boy erupted in a wild white fountain within a minute while his sibling took quite a lot longer before his seed spurted up into the air.

I sat there with my hands covered in their semen and still gripping their softening organs.  My head was slumped and I stared at my naked breasts.  I was humiliated beyond caring now, debased into the depths.  What else could he do to me?

“Lick your fingers clean, little girl, they’re all messy.” 

I realised there was always another torment he could visit upon me.  His talent for abusing me was limitless.  Helplessly I obeyed him, licking the boys’ slimy stickiness from my fingers like a cat washing itself.  Every small movement I made reminded me of the damned things still in my body.  Finally I was done and looking up I saw the boys had done up their breaches and tried to remove the worst of the stains with the napkins.  What now?

“Fancy a walk round the gardens, sons?”  Sir Thomas was cheerful and already standing.

“Yes, Sir,” his sons replied.  You could tell how much they loved him.  Not surprising, as he had just offered them their own stepmother.

“Want to join us, my dear?” he asked me solicitously.

“No, thank you,” I moaned.  “I think I’ll just sit here, if it pleases you.”  I never wanted to move again.

“Ah well, suit yourself.  I hope you enjoy your afternoon on the terrace,” he replied.  Then he leant very close to my ear and whispered so quietly that only I could hear, “I am going to fuck you senseless tonight, utterly senseless!”

He kept his promise.