This story follows on from my earlier 'I Spy in England 1633'.
If you haven't read the previous part, you may wish to do so first, although I believe that it is not imperative.
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England was calm; well relatively. There was still a tension between Parliament and King Charles but nobody believed that it would come to actual blows. Having said that, the King was still merciless to anyone who lampooned either him or his wife, Henrietta Maria, in print.
Lord John was glad that he had nothing to do with politics and stayed well away from the Court at Westminster. He knew where his traditional sympathy should lie but he also knew right from wrong but, overridingly, he had the sense to keep his opinions to himself.
On the other hand, relations between Lord John and Lady Mary had never been better. Since their adventure on the road back from Dorchester, earlier in the Summer, he had mostly forsaken his beloved telescope. Instead, on most days, he would accompany her ladyship on her charity visits around the Corfe area. They would take gifts of food and small luxuries to the sick and needy.
As they made their way home the couple found out of the way spots to sit in the sunshine. Once stripped down to just her hose and shoes, Lord John placed his wide leather money belt about Lady Mary's waist.
She would recall the events of that momentous day and remind his lordship.
"Did you like to see me used as a broodmare?"
"Did it make your old cock strain fit to burst?
"The little man's mushroom knob stretched me wide. I wish you had a closer look but you were tied up with your weapon on show.
"The tall man tupped me so deep that I thought that I should get a sore throat.
"You enjoyed the sight of your wife being ridden hard, didn't you."
Each time she spoke of something different.
When Lord John was worked up to a frenzy he would take his place behind her gripping the belt with both hands. With her sometimes playing the mare, sometimes the bitch.
They both enjoyed it but it was never quite as exciting as the first time with all its uncertainty and danger.
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Then the Autumn and Winter returned with a vengeance. They performed their re-enactments in their bedchamber but again it was never quite the same.
One afternoon her ladyship rang the bell for the serving girl.
"Betsy, would you kindly ask the baker's assistant, Barnaby, to attend to me here? I wish to question him on how he likes working at the castle since I persuaded the village baker to let him go."
When the girl had left the chamber, Lord John said with a smile, "I knew nothing of this."
"Ah, but you don't usually take any notice of who I employ in the kitchen," Mary laughed.
She instructed Lord John to hide behind a tapestry but firstly she took a ribbon from her hair and tied his hand behind him. "To lead you not into temptation," she said.
Barnaby looked quite sheepish as he knocked and entered the room.
"M'lady?" he said.
"Come in, don't just stand there. Close the door.
"Do you recall the conversation that we had the other week?" she asked.
"Yes, my lady," he said.
Lady Mary enquired, "What did I tell you, Barnaby?"
"That I wasn't to expose myself to the servant girls and I wasn't to fuck anybody or play with myself. The last bit was really difficult but I have done what you said,"
"Good, now remove your breeches."
"Why my lady?"
"Because I told you to do it and so that I may inspect you. I will be able to tell if you have, as you say, tupped anything or played with yourself."
"You can look but I haven't," said the baker's assistant undoing his breeches.
The lady looked closely. Then she stroked him under his scrotum. His cock began to rise. She blew on it very gently. It began to throb.
Lord John's cock was throbbing too.
Leaving Barnaby just as he was, Lady Mary poured herself a small glass of Claret wine and stood there sipping it as she stared at the young man's embarrassment.
She then made her way to the window and placed her hands on the sill. After a few minutes she slowly undid and dropped her skirt. Barnaby's eyes nearly popped out of his head at the sight of her plump round white backside.
"Now I hope that you recall what I told you would happen to you if you shared any lies about us with another soul, do you?" she asked.
"Yes my lady. Lord John will brand me a liar and then have me gelded."
Lady Mary went on, "And I presume that you don't want your bollocks cut off?"
"No my lady."
"Good, I can tell that you haven't tupped anything and that you haven't played with yourself. As a reward you may fuck me," she said gently.
"What now, m'lady?"
"Yes, if your cock is still hard."
"So hard I fear the skin will split, my lady."
"Then you had better get on with it," she commanded.
The young man waddled towards her. He gripped her hips and entered the lady. Like a wind up toy he just went for it. Mary had to push hard against the narrow windowsill to prevent herself from being hurled through the glass.
She turned her head and looked to where John was hiding. Then she gave him that smile that said, "I know that I'm being obscene but I don't care."
He felt his taught penis twitch hard. Now Lord John knew why his wife had insisted that Barnaby refrained from any form of sex. She wanted his ball sack totally full to be used on her alone. As well as lust his lordship felt another emotion for the first time; jealousy. Not jealous for his wife but for the full blooded fucking of the youth. At sixty, John was twenty years older than Mary. He felt that he could still give full value, sexually, but seeing Barnaby in action introduced a tiny little insecurity into his brain.
The lad didn't last that long but what he gave her ladyship was everything that he had.
Lady Mary gave him a few minutes to recover and then she said, "Now this is important. You must tell no-one about this. You must not show yourself to anyone and you must leave your prick alone. Your cock belongs to me. I will send for you when I need to use it again.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes, my lady," said Barnaby.
"Now run along and remember to keep your word and then you can keep your bollocks. Otherwise, I will have a new coin purse," she concluded.
Once the young man had gone, Mary said, "You can come out now. You are making a large dent in that tapestry."
As he emerged, he slipped the somewhat symbolic ribbon from his hands.
"Madame, it is my belief that you have been plotting that little entertainment for some time," Lord John remarked.
"Was it not highbrow enough for your lordship's cultured taste? I admit that it involved no lanky gentleman and no midget but he has filled me up as much as both of them.
"You may not have appreciated the subtleties of the performance but your cock did, by the look of it.
"Shall I play the mare?"
Lord John laughed and said, "Spy out of the window and I shall have my way behind your back."
While he was enjoying his wife, his lordship thought, "She was not wrong, he has filled her very well."
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Christmas was wonderful that year. Lady Mary loved to have her family around her.
Their eldest son was now a strapping young man of nineteen. His name was also John Joseph, like his father, but everyone called him Joseph. His brother was Edward, a less strongly built lad, of seventeen. At sixteen, Charlotte looked as pretty as a rose.
Secretly, Mary compared her love life to Christmas. Although she had good food all year round she looked forward to and enjoyed the more exotic spices of the special occasion.
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Spring was welcomed by everyone. The Lord and Lady resumed their outdoor trips but Lord John could sense something tense in Lady Mary's demeanour. She could sense something twitchy in his. They both knew that it was time to seek out some fresh spice.
"Could we go to Dorchester again, my lord? I did so relish our last trip."
"We cannot guarantee that we would stumble into two such ruffians again. We will need to plan ahead.
"Perhaps we could travel to Salisbury. If we stayed at an inn for a few days I could hire a couple of men each night and then I could hide and watch" said Lord John.
Lady Mary bounced with delight. "That would be wonderful!" said Mary, thinking that a couple may be three or maybe more.
"We will need to go in disguise just as we did before," she added.
They spend the following week planning every detail. At night the money belt was made good use of.
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Lord John had made a rare visit to his telescope. He was a little surprised that it was unpacked from its Winter covers. Maybe one of the servants had readied it for him.
He surveyed the area around Corfe Castle but found little of interest. Turning his gaze to the English Channel he noted what ships were in Swanage Harbour. Then what ships were sailing East and what ships were sailing West. The merchant vessels still showed the white flag and red cross of England. The occasional Royal Navy Warship flew the combined crosses of St George and St Andrew, the Union Flag.
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The day arrived for the trip to Salisbury. Lady Mary rose early. Her husband knew that she was excited but went over the plans one last time.
They donned the clothing of the middling merchant class. They had horses of the middling sort. There was no escort and no weapons just as before.
It being a good two day's ride to Salisbury, Lord John planned to lodge overnight at an inn about midway in the journey.
