Note from author: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Chapter 4
As it was Friday, I only worked half a day so had my afternoon free and I did not work the weekend. It was another spectacular day I thought as I made my way into work as usual and bumped into the new governess, Ms Loughty. It was the first time that I had seen her since Wednesday and that seemed like a lifetime ago.
"Ah! Trevor," said Ms Loughty "I was hoping to bump into you. Would you mind helping me move some of the furniture in my room please? It is not quite to my taste and Mr Fernsby has kindly said that I can swop it for some of the pieces in other rooms which are currently unused."
"It would be my pleasure, Ms Loughty. When would you like me to come by?"
"Are you free now?" she asked "The children are spending time with their grandfather at the moment but are due back for lessons this afternoon."
"Now is no problem, please lead the way." and I followed her out of the room and up the hall towards where the smaller, in house help guest quarters were located. I couldn't help but notice the sway of her behind as she walked, in her rigid manner, through the house. I let myself wonder if her attitude was all show and what type of creature she would turn into with a cock inside of her.
She entered a room with a large picture window overlooking the garden and stood in the centre of it as I entered. I quickly got the images of me fucking her from behind out of my head.
"I would like this dresser moved and the one in the room two doors down brought in to replace it. This table, that chair and also that mirror."
"Please." I said softly after a few beats of silence
"What did you say?" her face contorted with my comment.
"Please," I repeated "I am used to colleagues using the word 'please' when they ask something of me."
She eyed me coolly for a moment "Please then." she said.
"Thank you," I replied, "please can you show me which dresser in the other room, so I move the correct one?" and again I followed her out.
After seeing the furniture, I reasoned that it would take two people to move the dressers but the table and other pieces could be done just by myself. I moved those smaller items first and then went back into Ms Loughty's room.
"The dressers are a two-person job I am afraid so I will need to get someone to help me. I can't get anyone to help today but will be able to do it Monday for you."
"Nonsense, I will help you and we can move it now."
"I really think that I should get someone."
"Do you think I am incapable?" she sneered
I could see this becoming more confrontational and therefore agreed that we would do the job there and then. I told her that we should move the dresser in her room first and then move the other one as that will give us manoeuvring space to get it where she wanted. She agreed with this plan so we each took an end and lifted. I was surprised to find that the dresser was not all that heavy and we shuffled it through to the room where it was going to its new home, now for the other one.
I thought that this dresser would be the same as it was of the same style but a little shorter however, this one weighed a ton. I lifted, as did Ms Loughty and we didn't get more than a foot or two's distance before our rocking made the door on my side swing open. Unfortunately, I hadn't seen the rogue nail in it earlier and as it caught my leg, it ripped my trousers and a nasty gash opened up.
I swore as it happened and Ms Loughty dropped the dresser down, and appeared at my side, ready I was sure to remonstrate with me for my language.
However, she could see from the blood immediately the cause of my outburst.
"Quickly, come with me." she said as she led me back to her room. She shut the door and made her way over to her suitcase, retrieving a bag from the insides.
"Trousers off." she ordered to which I stupidly asked "Why?"
"That wound isn't going to clean itself and I used to be a nurse so don't think I don't know what I am doing."
I dropped my trousers and she knelt in front of me. As a very imaginative and visual individual, my mind instantly leapt to the last time a woman had been on her knees in front of me and that unfortunately, had an effect. I could feel myself getting hard.
Ms Loughty got some bandages and antiseptic from her bag and turned back to me to find a large cock inhabiting the space in my underwear where a few moments before, none had existed.
I could see her eyes widen and she paused and stared before just regaining her composure.
"I will, well, I will have to clean the wound and then dress it." she said hesitantly, and she started to wipe the gash with antiseptic, her eyes flicking back to my groin intermittently. I really should have felt a sting but honestly, I couldn't feel anything as my attention was solely on her reaction to my erection. This is turn, made it worse and I felt myself becoming fully erect and the head of my penis poking out of the top of my briefs.
I decided to have a little fun at this stern woman's expense and every time she ran the cloth she was using to clean the wound across the gash, I feigned a flinch, and thrust my groin forwards.
Ms Loughty was now breathing quite heavy and trying not to look at my groin as she tended to me but I could sense that she really wanted to. I decided now wasn't the time but stored that nugget of information away for a rainy day.
Finally, she finished and said, "There, now pull your trousers back up. The dresser can wait until Monday." and with that and a wave of the hand, I was dismissed. I did hear the lock on her door click though as it was shut behind me and after Liz's revelations about women masturbating, I put two and two together and smiled.
The rest of the day was uneventful. I visited mother who confirmed that the doctors were expecting to release her on Monday, much to my disappointment, but I was pleased for her, as she seemed to be looking forward to getting home.
I got back to the house and cleaned it up, not to my mothers standard but certainly passable so she wouldn't be disappointed on her return and then popped to the shop to pick up some chocolates for Liz that evening.
At 7.30 I went next door and after our usual routine I found Liz not in the kitchen but in the living room. She looked fantastic in a scarlet dress, which was figure hugging tight to the top half of her body but had a free-flowing skirt on her bottom half. Stockings and heels completed the outfit.
