Mud and Naughtiness

I must say that I’ve been a lot busier since Freddie came home. Before he returned I was jolly lucky if the Rolls got an outing more than twice a week. Freddy has me take him out and about nearly every day, sometimes it’s just a trip down to Harpenden, sometimes it’s further afield if he’s visiting one of his friends and once he had me drive all the way into London! When we get back to Winterbrook we always go via my little cottage and he rewards me for my time with the bonus of one of those splendid kisses. I think I’m getting rather good at kissing as a result of all the practice I’m getting!

Today disaster struck! We had gone over to St Albans as Freddie had had an appointment with his tailor. During the long wait I had gone into the Abbey to have a look around and when I had come out was dismayed to discover that it had started to rain quite heavily. I got the hood up as quickly as I could but even so the seats were pretty soaked. I did my best to dry them but Freddie wasn’t pleased to come back to the car and find that his seat was still rather damp. For once he didn’t chat amiably to me as we drove back to Winterbrook, but sat in a rather sullen silence. It was as we turned off the main road that the accident happened. It really wasn’t my fault, it was simply jolly bad luck! As we came around the corner there in front of me was a wagon laden with straw. I admit I might have been driving a little too fast for I did not have time to brake. The only way to avoid a head on collision was to swerve off the road and into the ditch! We came to a stop with the car ankle deep in mud. I don’t think Freddie realised for he leapt out of the vehicle and straight into the ditch. The mud was very wet and very gloopy and it came right up to his knees! Oh he did look funny, standing there so forlorn and mud-splattered I couldn’t help but laugh!
Freddie didn’t see the funny side of things at all!

“Don’t sit there laughing, you silly girl!” he said crossly, “Get the car out of there!”

Well I tried, but the wheels just spun.

“You’ll have to push,” I shouted.

He moved around to the rear of the vehicle and took a firm grip. I put my foot hard on the accelerator, but we went nowhere.

“No good!” I shouted.

I turned my head and burst out laughing again. Poor Freddie was splattered in mud from head to toe! It was like a scene from one of those funny pictures as he wiped the dirt from his face. The workmen who came to help to push us out of the ditch thought it was jolly amusing too.

Understandably, I suppose Freddie didn’t share the joke. By the time the car was back on the road he was angrier than I had every seen him before.

“To the hall sir?” I asked him anxiously.

“Do you think I want all the servants to laugh at me as well?” he snapped. “No, drive me to your house.”

We parked at the side of the house and he stumped into the house behind me.

“Run me a bath,” he ordered, “A be quick about it, damn you.”

Gosh! He had never spoken to me in that rough tone before. I fairly scampered upstairs to the bathroom. Thankfully the house has all modern conveniences which includes hot running water so I was able to draw him a bath without any due delay. I found a couple of fresh towels for him from the laundry cupboard and placed them on the chair beside the bath. When I came down he was sitting on a kitchen chair still looking jolly annoyed.

“Your bath’s ready sir,” I said nervously.

He stomped upstairs without a word of thanks. Well there wasn’t much I could do apart from make a cup of tea. I didn’t think I was going to be getting a thank-you kiss today and cleaning the Rolls was going to take hours, so I was feeling pretty down in the dumps!

After half an hour or so I heard his voice call me from upstairs. I went up to find him in my bedroom. Gosh I did stare! He was wearing nothing apart from a towel around his waist. I could see the scar on his shoulder where he had taken the Boer bullet. I flashed him my best smile but he didn’t return it.

“I don’t know what you’ve got to grin about girl,” he said testily. “I don’t think this afternoon has been anything to laugh about. I am very disappointed with you and very cross.”

“Oh gosh, sorry,” I said, “It was just an accident you know, I didn’t intend to put us in the ditch.”

“Well you did and as a result you have made me into a laughing stock. And for that I’m going to punish you.”

“Punish me?” I queried him.

“You heard me. Now get undressed.”

“Undressed?”

“Are you going to parrot everything I say or are you going to do as you are told?” he snapped.

My fingers were trembling as I undid the buttons of my jacket and my skirt. He stood and watched me as I took then off and placed them on the bed. I was wearing a silk chemise, matching knickers, and opaque black stockings held up with a little garter belt. You can’t wear a corset if you’ve got no-one to help you lace it up and anyway I prefer the modern fashions, they’re far more comfortable.

He looked me up and down.

“Everything,” he said.

I gulped. He was ordering me to strip naked in front of him! I wasn’t sure what he would do if I refused. I hesitated for a moment then did as he asked. I felt his eyes on me as I took off my chemise and slipped my knickers down. I felt myself blush the deepest red as he gazed at my nakedness. I had never been naked in front of a man before, and if truth were told had never imagined it would happen until my wedding night (whenever that might be!). I tried the best I could to cover my breasts and my lady’s place but found that I didn’t have enough hands to do the job convincingly!

He walked across to my dressing table and picked up my hairbrush, then seated himself on the padded stool in front of the mirror.

“Over my knee,” he said brusquely.

I walked over to him, still trying to cover myself as best I could, then bent forward over his lap. Oh dear, this was just like being back at school again – although at school one generally kept one’s clothes on for a whacking! He didn’t leave me waiting for many moments but smacked the hairbrush down hard on my bottom. Oh gosh! It jolly well hurt like the blazes! He spanked me very hard indeed. Within a few minutes my poor bottom felt like it was on fire. He didn’t stop, the smacks were relentless, making me squeal and wriggle. He held me across his lap with a hand in the small of my back and there was no escape from the stinging blows no matter how much I writhed.

Last time I had gone over his knee it had been a bit of naughty fun. It wasn’t fun this time, it was a proper punishment! However, one thing was the same as last time. Then I had felt something hard pressing into my tummy and had assumed that for some reason he had his wallet in his trouser pocket. I felt the same hard thing poking into me again. It couldn’t be his wallet as he wasn’t wearing any trousers! What on earth could it be? It was only when he told me to stand up that I saw it – it was poking out from under his towel. I almost fainted and I couldn’t help but stare open mouthed.

“Come here Eleanor,” he said, taking my hand.

He stood up as he drew me towards him and the towel slipped from his waist.

“Touch me,” he said softly.

There could be no mistake at what he meant. Tentatively I reached out my hand and touched his thing. It sort of jerked under my touch.

“Does it hurt?” I asked. It looked jolly painful, all stiff and red.

He chuckled, and I was pleased that he wasn’t cross with me anymore.

“No it doesn’t hurt,” he said softly. “It feels nice if you stroke it though.”

It felt very strange to stroke my fingers around it and see his expression change as I did so. When I was at school we used to whisper about it in the dormitory but we didn’t really know what we were talking about. Girls who grew up in the country knew more about it than us city girls but none of us had ever seen a naked man or knew anything about lovemaking. And you had to jolly careful you weren’t caught talking about such matters. Lewd talk was sure to win you a visit to Dr Carrick’ study and a very tight caning!

He drew me closer and we kissed deeply. He ran his hands down my back and cupped my sore little bottom. He hadn’t told me to stop stroking so I didn’t. I was getting jolly worked up I must say. I wanted him to touch me but I dared not ask him. My bottom was still smarting but that was nothing compared to the other feelings that were now coursing through me. My heart was beating fit to burst and I was trembling with excitement.

“Do you want me to?” he whispered in my ear.

I felt a shiver run down my spine. One part of me was frightened. I had imagined it so often but always in my imagination it was my wedding night and my loving bridegroom had carried me over the threshold and laid me gently on the bed. I hadn’t thought it might happen like this. But another part of me wanted it so badly. There may never be a husband for me and when I was old and dried up I would regret that I hadn’t taken my chances when I could. My body ached for him, and he was so handsome. And yet I knew that it was wrong. I should wait and keep myself chaste. He kissed me again and stroked my hot bottom.

“Will it hurt?” I murmured in his ear.

“A little at first perhaps, but afterwards it will be glorious.”

He led me over to the bed, I went willingly. I was still trembling, but now it was a mixture of fear and excitement. He lay next to me and ran his hand over my breasts, down my tummy and between my legs. Instinctively I clamped my legs together but he gently eased them apart. I gasped as his finger found my opening. And then he was on top of me and it wasn’t his finger that he was pushing into me. I held my breath expecting it to be painful, but it didn’t hurt at all! I cannot describe how good it felt, I do not have the words. He began to move, back and forth. I gripped the top of his arms and he looked deep into my eyes.

I have often played with myself at night, a wet finger can be very comforting for a lonely girl with a vivid imagination. The sensations were something akin to that but of a different magnitude entirely. I could hear myself making little gasps and squeals. I’m not sure if one is meant to lie there and let the chap do all the moving, but I couldn’t keep still! We sort of moved in time with each other and as Freddie had promised it was glorious! I reached the point of no return before he did. It felt like a firework display bursting inside me! He pulled himself out just at the last moment and spent himself onto the eiderdown. I hadn’t really thought about the risk of making babies, so it was jolly decent of him to be so considerate.

After wards he took me in his arms and held me tight.

“Did you enjoy that Eleanor?” he asked me.

“Oh gosh yes!” I told him, “but next time can we do it without you spanking me first?”

He chuckled. “It rather depends on whether you’re a good girl or not doesn’t it?”

If my mother could have seen me right then she would have concluded that I was a very wicked girl indeed and thoroughly deserving of a good smacked bottom. I rather fear that Freddie thinks so too and will find another reason to put me over his knee! However, if spankings always end up like this then maybe that’s a price I’m willing to pay!