Reading Chapter I first might provide better context.
The English Country House (Ch 02)
'Robin, I wish to speak with you in private, so would you come to my drawing room Sunday afternoon, after the foxhunt has left?' Asked Lady Sylvia.
'Yes of course Ma'am.' Robin hesitantly replied, wondering if he had displeased her in some way.
'And I wish you to come dressed in your staff uniform, as I shall be entertaining a visitor who is thinking of providing uniforms for her own staff, and wants to see how it looks.'
'Yes Ma'am I understand.' He replied, relieved to know he was not to be reprimanded but instead required only to model his new staff uniform.
Robin Smith was the 24year old stable lad employed at the big house that was owned by Colonel Sir Roland Wilkins and his wife Lady Sylvia. He worked diligently and was very good at caring for their horses, which satisfied his employers very well.
Sunday morning, having completed his chores, Robin was sweaty after feeding and grooming the horses in preparation for the hunt, so he decided to bathe for his appointment that afternoon. When bathed and fully dressed in his uniform he went to look at himself in the mirror, and was quite pleased with his reflected image.
Robin was a very fit, muscular young man with a cheeky grin and dark flashing eyes that caught the attention of the ladies. He had yet another feature that also secretly caught their attention, which was a substantial bulge in the crotch of his tight uniform trousers. Indeed to the casual observer, he appeared to be very well endowed in that department.
The sound of the noisy hunting horns heralded the arrival of the huntsmen, all dressed in resplendent scarlet jackets and jodhpurs, and mounted on their chargers. Their raucous laughter, together with the horns and the barking of the pack hounds made a tremendous din, which could be heard in the next village. The Colonel came out to join them as Master of the hunt, and after the usual alcoholic refreshments had been imbibed, they all clattered out of the stable yard to begin the foxhunt.
Robin now made his way to Lady Sylvia's drawing room where he expected to be paraded like a circus exhibit. With little enthusiasm, he knocked on her door, which was soon opened by her maid. The maid stepped aside to let him enter, then left the room and closed the door behind her.
Lady Sylvia sat on an ornate sofa, a handsome mature woman in her fifties with smooth skin, blond hair and a shapely figure that made her look much younger than her 55 years. Opposite her in an elaborate armchair sat a very pretty dark haired younger woman who was equally well endowed with feminine curves. Each had a glass of sherry in their hand.
'Thank you for coming Robin.' Said Lady Sylvia in her cultured voice. 'Let me introduce my niece, Lady Alice Fitzroy who is visiting us today.' Then turning to her niece, she continued 'And this is Robin, our stable lad, who has kindly agreed to model his staff uniform for us as I requested.'
'Good day to you Ma'am, and to you Miss' mumbled Robin, feeling awkward and unsure of his place in such exalted company.
'And good day to you Robin' replied Lady Fitzroy with a tinkling laugh. She was somewhat amused both by the deference shown her and the effects of the sherry she had already imbibed.
'Well, I asked if you would parade for us in your uniform Robin, so let's start with that shall we? Would you walk up and down the room please, while we examine the effect.' Said Lady Sylvia.
Robin, feeling like an exhibit in a zoo, did what was asked of him. After several circuits however, he noticed that both women were now openly staring at his crotch bulge, which he did nothing to conceal. He also became aware of the sound of their quickened breathing, in the silence of the room.
'I have been told that you were seen coming from the stables recently with Emma the housemaid, and I'm pretty sure I know what you two had been doing in there.' Said Lady Sylvia with a smile.
'Would I be correct to assume that you had indulged in some sexual activity with her?'
Robin stopped mid stride, with his mind racing and his eyes opened wide in surprise. Then, with his gaze averted and his face turning red, he answered by just nodding his head.
'Oh how charming, I thought as much.' She laughed and clapped her hands.
'Now Robin, we don't have much time and I need to explain something to you.' Lady Sylvia said in a serious voice.
'My niece here is getting married next month, and I think it best if she is prepared for her wedding night. A new husband may often be unaware that his ardour in the marriage bed can overwhelm and distress his virgin bride. Especially if she has little knowledge of the ways of men.'
'I'm sure you are right, but why are you telling me this?' He asked somewhat puzzled.
'Well as you are clearly well experienced in such matters, I would like you to help prepare my niece for her wedding night, by educating her in the ways of men.'
'But of course I'm willing to help, but how?'
'Well if you would allow it, I would like to begin by showing my niece how to handle your cock, if you wouldn't mind?'
Robin's open-mouthed look of amazement was almost comical, but he soon nodded his head in dumb agreement.