An episode from the ongoing adventures of Sir Harold Pithwinter, Victorian English landowner, local dignitary, magistrate, and general debauchee. All active participants in this saga were over eighteen years of age at the time of the events chronicled here.
Sir Harold's encounters were by no means restricted to the members of his immediate household. Several of the more attractive females amongst his many tenants had been the subjects of his carnal attentions. Attractive, as far as Sir Harold was concerned, simply meant that they were still breathing. He had made it his practice to undertake frequent inspection of the properties on the estate. The inspections were invariably carried out during the working day when the men folk would be hard at labour in the fields or with the livestock. Inspections were normally completed in under an hour or two. This left the recipient safe in the knowledge that her recent full compliance had ensured that she and her family would continue to have a roof over their heads, at least until the next inspection became due. Usually, the target would be the head goodwife of the house, although there were some households where the daughter provided the service. Sir Harold rather enjoyed having the mother watch helplessly as he slipped into her offspring. All about power.
There had only been one occasion where a husband returning at an inappropriate time had interrupted him in his labours. The man was clearly not supposed to be away from his place of work at that time of day and was thus doubly embarrassed by not only being caught out by his employer but also by finding said employer's prick embedded firmly to the hilt in his wife's vagina. The distraught man was made to stand watching while Sir Harold finished and was then subjected to being forced to lick out the cuckold sperm before servicing his wife's back passage. Sir Harold naturally watched the show. The husband's performance was feeble initially but improved dramatically following the liberal application of a well-placed riding crop across the wretched man's bare buttocks. Matrimonial matters were never quite the same following this incident and the couple left the estate, separately, shortly afterwards for the industrial north.
Sir Harold was quite fastidious in record keeping in all matters relating to the estate. This applied particularly to his visits to the tenants. It allowed him to keep track of when his fillies had been serviced and recorded dates for possible impregnation. His father had been far less concerned and as a result Harold could never be quite sure whether or not he was slipping his rod into one of his half-sisters. It didn't bother him in the slightest; a pussy was a pussy after all. The ones that he was reasonably sure of gave an added boost to the proceedings. His probable daughters were yet to come of age so that was not a concern for the present.
Most of the recipients accepted the visits with resignation and succumbed to his demands by offering nothing other than token protest. While not the overwhelming majority, there were some who did actually appreciate the rigorous shafting that a visit from the Squire inevitably brought. These Sir Harold especially rewarded with his favours and earmarked them for use at the main house when he was between servant girls, or his sexual appetites gave rise to a particular requirement.
There were also a few that, while not offering outright refusal, were less than enthusiastic in their commitment to the proceedings. These particular ladies ironically often became Sir Harold's preferred targets. Overcoming the resistance to his advances added a higher degree of spice to the proceedings. He had no fear that any cry of rape would receive a response. That was totally out of the question particularly as he was one of the local magistrates. It was simply that the struggle to overcome and subdue the hapless woman provided an additional thrill and enhanced his erection. As an aid for his visits to these particular tenants he carried a set of sturdy leather straps fitted with brass rings and snap clasps. Each strap was roughly 30cm in length with a brass spring clasp at each end. A brass ring was sewn into the strap, about 5cm from one end.
Before leaving for his day's sport, he prepared the restraints by connecting one clasp into its neighbouring ring. The other end was looped round and then fed through the loop to form a slip noose.
So, all prepared, Sir Harold is out for his day's hunting.....
A flurry of activity occurs in an isolated cottage triggered by the sound of an approaching horse. A young woman nervously answers the insistent rap of the riding crop on the closed door. She is in her early twenties, of medium height with shoulder length chestnut brown hair. The hair while clean and tidy has obviously not been subject to any coiffeur in the discernible past and, other than the simple tie at the back, is unadorned. She wears a simple brown smock that gives a broad hint of the contours hidden beneath. Her breasts, while not overly large, are prominent and obviously moving unhindered as she walks. Age, work, and childbearing have yet to take all her youth although the signs are starting to appear in the lines at her eyes and the roughness of her hands. She has one child so far.
Her breasts retain their youthful pertness despite never having been supported by anything more than a simple breast cloth and the enthusiastic hands of her husband and, of course, Sir Harold. She is not slim but also does not carry any excess level of fat; the flesh can best be described as ample but firm. A pair of well-rounded hips indicates that childbirth would be far less difficult for her than for many others. Her waist still tapers well and reveals, at the present time, only the barest rounding of her belly. Her legs are on the long side but sturdy, flowing into well-formed buttocks containing a crease that is clearly defined as she moves. She is not, in truth, the greatest of beauties, but has all the female requisites, and in the correct quantities to satisfy Sir Harold's current need to deposit his seed deep into a female belly.
A shadow flickers across her face as she recognises the caller and memories of the many previous visits flood back to her. The young son asleep in the cot by the fire is probably the product of a previous encounter, the timing could well be correct for Sir Harold passes this way on a regular basis. She stands, head bowed, awaiting her fate.
"Good afternoon madam and how are we today? Ready for a little more rough riding perhaps?"
Sir Harold leans heavily against the rude wooden door to prevent its closure. The girl backs slowly into the room, her hand going to her mouth as she hisses. "Oh God Sir, not again. Why can't you leave me be?"
