Note- next episode in my latest series. Dedicated to my wife. Thanks for inspiration and encouragement.
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Lady Victoria Ponsonby Smythe held her heavily cut crystal glass up to her ruby lips and drained the brandy. After a long day of dealing with deliveries to her stables and taking an invigorating afternoon ride on her favourite mare her Ladyship had bid her husband goodnight. He was off to Parliament for an all night session in his position as Member of the House for the Liberal Party leaving her to entertain herself.
"Goodnight my dear." he had told her with a perfunctory peck on the cheek.
As evening had drawn on Victoria relaxed in her frock of pale pink and a deeper pink for the roses motif. The chiffon was beaded with white crystals in long lines around the scalloped hem. The middle aged female was as a matter of fact simply breath taking with her thin dress struggling to handle the enormity of her massive breasts.
"Don't wait up." Henry shouted over his shoulder.
The forty year old female had married his Lordship, Henry Ponsonby Smythe, at twenty and had been transported from an impoverished youth into high society. Even at a tender age the wily Victoria had used her womanly guiles to get ahead in life and had slept her way to the top. Having been blessed with good looks and a statuesque figure with mammoth breasts it had been a breeze. But after twenty years of a pathetic love life and sexual frustration Victoria had been left to seek fulfilment in the bedroom in other ways and means.
"Ah, eleven."
Now, as the clock on the mantle struck the hour she sat back in the large stuffed leather armchair in the stuffy library. The fair haired woman put her glass down on the mahogany table beside her. The room had wall to wall bookshelves which heaved under the weight of piled high books and scripts and she wrinkled her nose at the musty smell. Time for a nice soak in the tub.
"Mary!"
Victoria called out at the same time as she rang a tiny bell. The door to the library opened and the maid entered and curtsied at the feet of Victoria. The young nineteen year old in the crisp black and white uniform crossed her hands in front of her demurely and stood straight backed awaiting instruction. Newly employed by the notoriously fickle and capricious Lady of the Manor Mary had trodden on eggshells in an extreme effort to impress and retain her position. Post war England had brought much hardship, especially in rural Kent and pennies were much appreciated.
"Be a good girl and draw my bath. I shall partake of the lily of the valley scented salts I think. And remember, the temperature of the water must be seventy two degrees, not one degree more and no less. Do you understand?"
"Yes, my Lady."
Victoria stood and dismissed the woman with a wave of her hand as she refilled her brandy glass. She looked through the glass and saw the reflection of the slip of a girl withdraw and her eyes lingered on the pert bottom that remained unmoving under the black dress. How jolly would it be to turn those succulent buns in her hands before administering a sound beating she mused.
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Victoria stepped into the small steamy bathroom and already the aroma of scented waters warmed her skin. The walls were finished in tan tiles and a mural was displayed over the tub. The floor was also tiled, these of a porcelain type in an hexagonal shape. Mary was bent over the tub as she ran her hand through the water testing the temperature. She looked up just as her Ladyship shed her robe and stood naked and proud, her humongous boobs large on her chest, only a hint of middle age sag, and her legs slightly parted. Her hair had been cut to just above her neckline and at five feet eight her willowy slender legs appeared never ending.
"Your bath is ready, my Lady."
Victoria grunted in reply and climbed into the tub. Immediately she laid back in the deep, hot and scented water in order to relax. She then shot bolt upright, her heavy bosom splashing half under the water and scowled at the maid.
"This is not hot enough! Did I not make myself clear?"
Victoria got out, dripping water onto the tiled floor and tapped her soaked foot impatiently.
"Run me another, and do it right this time!"
"At once!"
Mary was well aware of her Ladyship's short temper and had heard that she enjoyed to castigate her staff with a pitiless reproach. As the maid nervously ran hot water into the tub her employer pampered herself in the mirror above the bathroom sink.
"And when you're done fetch me some hot tea."
"In the bath?" Wondered Mary as she put her elbow in the rising water.
"Yes! In the bath. Do not question my orders. And once that is done lay out my check jodhpurs and beige shirt for the morning."
Victoria stood up from the small chair by the sink and got back into the steaming bathtub. As she laid back she closed her eyes and began to soap herself.
