Young Housemaids
By
Jay Merson
© Copyright. Jay Merson 2001.
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Chapter 1
Hampshire, England 1872.
“The little slut was so frightened that she peed herself,” Roger Brampton said proudly and sniggered, “She was standing in the hallway as I walked down the staircase toward her. The girl was trembling, her head and gaze downcast; she was so terrified of facing me that she actually wet her knickers.”
All of the six men present laughed loudly and heartily, their faces becoming flushed as their interest and excitement grew. They took advantage of the pause in the story to refill their brandy glasses and to light their cigars. The ageing ex-general belched loudly and then lifted his glass in toast.
“Excuse me, gentlemen,” he said politely but was obviously unrepentant, “The result of a most excellent dinner, my compliments to you Angus.”
The ‘Tale Tellers,’ as they had become known, were enjoying their monthly meeting in the usual customary setting. Six landowners; wealthy and all with some standing in society, would meet to relate their sexual experiences, this month the subject being their own housemaids. Fine port and brandy, the tastiest of dinners and only the best Havana cigars were supplied in plenty by each of the hosts in turn, all served by equally delectable little housemaids. Held each month in a different location, at the house of one of the members, all took their turn on a rotating basis to both fund and to provide the evening’s entertainment. The rules of the club were simple, no lies, no exaggerating or embellishments, simply true facts as they happened and nothing more. The story to be told had to be precise and in full detail, related honestly so as to satisfy the gentlemanly membership of the club.
The young man seated at the head of the long polished dinner table, nodded his acceptance of the compliment and then looked to the speaker, Roger Brampton, to continue.
Brampton lounged back in his chair, crossed his legs casually and took up the story once again.
“My wife, the lady of the manor, was experiencing some difficulties with the servants. She had spoken to me on the subject only the previous night over dinner, asking if I would reprimand the young girl in question. The girl is a half-wit, of little schooling and lacking in the worldly ways but she possesses a shape of body that any man would desire.”
A low growl of approval came from Horton McLain; he tapped the ash off his cigar and gulped at his brandy, “What had the girl done?”
Brampton gave an expression of uncertainty.
“Dropped some dishes or some such thing, I don’t actually recall the details of her incompetence.”
“But the sexual details you must surely remember,” Ezra Clunes slurred greedily and licked his lips.
Brampton smiled and nodded; his tone emphatic, “Of that you can be assured.”
“Go on, Roger,” Angus urged, “I can’t wait to hear more of the wet gusset of the little slut’s panties.”
His remark brought forward a loud round of laughter that then subsided enough for the story to continue.
“Prior to this I had never even considered sexual activity with the staff. Certainly some of the little bitches possessed tempting little bodies but liaisons with one’s staff?”
He paused to shake his head.
“However, the mistress of the house ordered the young slut to be in the hallway at the appointed time, to be punished for her clumsiness and to incur the wrath of the Master of the house.”
He chuckled softly, his shoulders shaking with his mirth. Brampton undid his bow tie and loosened his shirt collar.
“My wife related to me afterwards how the girl had wept and pleaded, fearful of losing her job and of having to face me.”
“Exactly so,” the general muttered in agreement.
Brampton paused to sip his brandy.
“The mistress was out for the evening, attending a dinner party at the vicarage I seem to recall. I had returned from London only that very afternoon, looking forward to a weekend of shooting, riding and relaxation.”
“And did you?” Ezra Clunes asked smiling, “Get to ride the housemaid?”
His remark drew a round of sniggers from the other guests.
“Patience Ezra,” the host scolded playfully, “It is Roger’s story, let him tell it his way.”
Brampton slipped off his dinner jacket, hung it over the back of his chair and puffed at his cigar.
“I had bathed and changed, was looking forward to a hearty evening dinner alone, pork with apple sauce gentlemen, one luxury that I partake of whenever I possibly can. My wife is not partial to sweet sauces with meat and therefore I am rarely able to indulge myself.”
“Yes, yes,” Charles Wesley said in irritation, “Forget the bloody dinner details and get onto the telling of the little slut will you.”
Roger Brampton’s expression became serious, his stare fixed and beads of perspiration showed on his brow.
“My cock was stiff as I stood at the top of the stairs looking down. The full sexual possibilities of the situation hit me for the very first time. My cock responded to the pumping urge pounding through me.”
The room had fallen silent; all were waiting with baited breath, imagining themselves in just such a situation.
“I felt so powerful and commanding as I stood there. Me, the Master of the house and she; a snivelling little wretch of a servant girl, in utter fear of me, I did, gentlemen, stand there for some many minutes, savouring the heady feel and the pounding thrill of that time. My cock throbbed incessantly, a dull throbbing ache that produced for me the hardest of erections that I had ever attained.”
Angus cleared his throat and gulped at his drink. Brampton paused to sip at his brandy and then continued.
“She stood there at the bottom of the stairs, her head down and eyes averted. I took in the slim shapely legs coated in black stockings and, I am ashamed to say, found myself having real sexual thoughts about my servant girl for the very first time.”
Brampton’s voice dropped in volume and pitch to a low and throaty tone that portrayed his rising excitement.
“We were alone in the house, my wife out and the other servants off duty and in their quarters, that fact excited me all the more, gentlemen. I found myself imagining what her shape would be like beneath her uniform, neat and well formed I imagined; her body firm and fresh, so vibrant and so youthful. The neat nipped waist and lower back, her flat firm stomach and rounded hips. Her little breasts would be rounded and firm I guessed, symmetrical and perfect, her nipples hard and erect, sticking out as little buds of tempting desire. Little pink rosebuds not yet fully in flower and simply waiting to be smelled and touched by the hands and the mouth of a man for the very first time.”
“Oh God,” Ezra Clunes muttered wistfully.
Brampton cleared his throat and lifted his voice a little as his excitement rose further still. He used his right hand to shift his hardening cock to one side.
“A vision of her taut rounded buttocks came to me, of her slender upper thighs so creamy white, so soft and inviting. Her silky smooth buttocks encased in the soft material of her cami-knickers, the material clinging to every contour of her young body and pulling up into the crease of her mounds. Of her wispy pubic hair and her cute little pussy lips so freshly innocent and untouched. I imagined, gentlemen, her lying back on the bed with her knees drawn up and parted to…”
“I can too,” Horton McLain said excitedly and gained muttered agreement from the others present.
That comment signalled a natural pause to refill the glasses. The action was completed quickly and Brampton waited until all were done and that he again had their full attention.
“My cock was throbbing so much that it almost hurt. As I descended the stairs slowly, I experienced such a high level of thrill that my anus gripped in spasm. Step by step I moved downward, deliberately slowly so as to add to the little slut’s fear. Authoritative I have always been but what I sensed then, at that moment, surpassed all that I had ever known. It was, gentlemen, the ultimate charge, the pinnacle of feeling and being in command.”
Brampton removed his tie completely and laid it carefully on the polished table.
“She stood with her hands clasped behind her back, her head hanging down with her chin on her chest, looking to the floor. She was trembling visibly, whimpering softly and her cheeks flushed rosy pink.”
Brampton paused to re-cross his legs and to settle himself comfortably. His voice strained a little to portray the difficulty of his admission.
“At this point gentlemen I must tell you that, my wife and I, have not for some time now, Well, been…Active together in sexual matters.”
“Nor I,” Ezra Clunes encouraged, “And who would be with a dragon like mine eh?”
His comment raised much laughter, lightening the situation and easing the embarrassing tension for the speaker.
Brampton continued.
“For the first time I fully appreciated the hugging black dress of her uniform, bedecked with white lace at the cuffs and collar. The way her little starched apron pulled in around her slim waist, tautly across and under her chest to clearly show the swell of her pert breasts. The little lace head cap and her fresh young features brought thoughts to me I would previously have dismissed outright or would never even have considered. I have to say gentlemen, that she looked absolutely adorable.”
Wistful sighs came from two of the men, one rubbed at his groin to ease his erection a little.
“On reaching the fifth step from the bottom her shoulders began to shake and her sobbing was most heartfelt and deep. The little slut began to weep uncontrollably, her tears running down over her burning cheeks. At first gentlemen, I hadn’t realised what was happening, I had assumed it was simply her great fear only as she blurted out great pitiful sobs and her face took on a crimson redness. Then!” He stated loudly to cause the general to start in surprise at the sharp increase in volume. Brampton’s voice lowered again, to a soft and velvety smoothness. His eyes were wide with excitement and his brow now fully coated with perspiration. “The flow began. A trickle at first, running down the inside of her thigh to her knee and then down on over her leg and into her shoe.”
He paused to sit forward and rest his arms on the table, his own face now flushed and his voice thick and throaty.
“That flow increased to a positive gush, a constant stream of her urine dripping and running from beneath her skirts to soak her stockings and legs and to puddle on the polished boards of the hall floor.”
“Fantastic!” Charles Wesley said emphatically.
“That act gentlemen had an effect on me so profound so as to cause my cock to leak lubricant and to change my view of the servants forever more. It increased my sense of power over her as I stepped down onto the hall floor beside her. She had given me now another reason for which to reprimand her…”
“And a most excellent one too,” someone said.
“I felt alive with sexual thrill, my heart pounding, my cock throbbing and my ball sac tight and full. I needed it gentlemen, I needed to have sex with the little slut.”
Moans of agreement were heard from the men as they muttered their understanding.
“I circled her slowly, my chest pushed out, deliberately silent as the little wretch sniffed and sobbed in her shame. I leaned in close to her to bring my face close to her ear and this, gentlemen, is how the scene unfolded.
‘“Dirty little girl,” I hissed in disgust and felt my cock give an involuntary jolt.
‘“Please, Master,’ she sobbed, ‘I’m so frightened.’”
“Huh!” I dismissed, “You are an evil little trollop that has committed a foul and disgusting act. She simply sobbed her shame and humiliation at the floorboards to which she looked. I circled her again, taking in the soft creamy skin of her long neck, her delicate little ears and the nape of her neck at the back. I imagined myself caressing them and kissing them, as the little slut lay naked next to me in my bed. I imagined the warm feel of her firm young body pressing against me and of pushing my cock up into her tight little tunnel. ”
“Oh God,” McLain muttered hoarsely.
“’To the basement with you slut,’ I raved and pointed with my extended arm.”
Brampton chuckled.
“The little wretch gathered her skirts higher up her kneed and literally ran in her haste to comply. Behind her on the floorboards she left a trail of drips, a trail of her…”
“Her piss,” The general said excitedly.
“Exactly so,” Brampton said firmly.
“Her knickers must have been completely soaked,” Wesley offered, his eyes blazed wild thrill and his expression one of the highest level of excitement.
“I walked, gentlemen, down the basement steps feeling more in command than I ever had, not only more in command but more sexually aroused than I had been for years. That I would have the slut’s sex was still unknown to me but my great need for it could not be questioned. I felt a different person, a lustful and lecherous man years younger than I actually was. I was back in my youth I felt, in the days when erections came to me constantly both during the day and the night. That wonderful feeling of the chase and the thrill of it, those feelings…”
“The little girl,” Wesley prompted; his breathing hard and laboured, “What about the little girl?”
Brampton lit another cigar, puffed it several times and then blew out a long plume of smoke.
“She was standing in the centre of the basement rooms, in the clear area with my wine racks lining the walls and to her back. It was a most perfect of settings gentlemen, one that added again to the authoritative surges passing through me. At first I had in mind only to reprimand her, to shout and curse and threaten but then I felt a strange calmness come over me.”
“In what way,” Angus asked in interest.
“It was a strange feeling, of need to do more, to humiliate her more so, to control her and have her do things that no respectable gentleman would ever ask of a female.”
“Asking her to undress perhaps and to expose herself to you?” The general asked and licked his lips greedily.
“More, much more, I wanted not only to touch the slut and to feel her - but to make her suffer also.”
Gasps of surprise came from two of the members.
“To have the slut at my mercy felt so very good. Her position was such that she could not refuse me, after all said and done, I was her Master, I could command and she would obey. Jobs around here are not to be easily had and near starvation for her family would be the result of her refusal - and the little slut knew it too.”
“So?” Ezra Clunes urged impatiently. “What did you ask of her?”
“’Take your knickers off girl,’ I told her. She simply looked up at me with wide and questioning eyes that held fear and confusion. Her pretty little face and lost expression made me almost come to orgasm in my trousers.”
“My!” Ezra exclaimed enviously. “And did she?”
“No, the little slut simply stood dumfounded and then shook her head slowly. I advanced on her, coming to a halt just back from her, a most threatening pose I adopted and gave an expression of seriousness to match. “‘I will dismiss you from my employ should you not comply, slut,’ I told her.”
“I’ll bet she did then eh?” The general asked.
Brampton nodded.
“The little slut reached hesitantly up under her skirts, wriggled the wet little garment down and kicked them aside.”
“Naked beneath her skirts,” Angus, sighed longingly.
“Quite right Angus,” Brampton confirmed. “The thought of her little body beneath the material, moist and firm, bare and unhindered sent my pulses racing like a stallion at the stud. Then, gentlemen, I went for broke. I recall my voice quavering as I offered her the choice.”
“Do it or leave?” Clunes asked hopefully.
“Precisely. ‘You may choose, slut,’ I told her. ‘Between accepting my punishment or being dismissed from my household, which will it be?’”
“And?” Horton McLain urged and gulped at his brandy.
Brampton’s expression was set and serious, gradually though a smile broke over his face.
‘“Punishment sire,’ she said meekly after only a moment’s hesitation.”
“Marvellous!” The general stated and shifted his chair closer to the table.
‘“You will be spanked as your punishment,’ I said in a deep voice that simply defied challenge. ‘Do you accept this?’”
“And did she? Challenge it?” Wesley asked his interest in the story now total.
Brampton shook his head.
“Not a hint of it, she was too much in fear of losing her post in the household. ‘Then lift your skirts girl,’ I said.”
“’But sire,’ she protested pathetically, ‘I am uncovered beneath.’”
“And she did?” Ezra questioned excitedly.
Roger Brampton nodded.
“A moment’s hesitation only passed and then she gathered up her skirts and slowly raised them up around her waist.”
“Oh my,” the general muttered, “And you saw it? Her sex, you actually saw it?”
A wry grin came over Brampton’s face.
“I recall seeing her knees first, and then the slim shape of her lower thighs as the skirts lifted up. The tops of her stockings…”
“Oh!” Angus gasped longingly.
“The creamy pale flesh above her stockings was a true delight to behold, gentlemen, it made my cock throb to the point of aching. I watched as the little slut hoisted her uniform and then stood almost brazenly with her naked hips and groin exposed to me.”
“Unbelievable,” Ezra muttered.
“True I assure you. Her little pussy lips were puffy and so sweet looking, her dark thatch of soft pubic hair formed a most wonderful triangle between her lovely thighs. I wanted her there and then but something inside held me back, wanting to savour the moment. To prolong the pleasure as long as I possibly could, to prolong the thrill and the heady pounding excitement coursing through my entire being.”
“Just so,” McClain muttered.
“I ogled her, gentlemen, for many long minutes I stood spellbound and speechless looking between her legs. And, the little slut simply stood there, revelling almost in my wide-eyes stare. The little bitch was enjoying her teasing of me…”
“The little harlot,” the general offered.
“Every bit that. If you could have seen the way her cheeks flushed and her nostrils flared, the little whore was becoming aroused herself by that time.”
“The dirty little bitch,” someone muttered enviously.
“Bend, I told her. Bend and place your hands on your knees.”
“Oh my Lord,” Wesley groaned.
“She bent, gentlemen, as instructed, with her pert little backside peeking out from beneath the folds of her skirts as they lay ruckled up on the small of her back. Her neat little buttocks were so firm and well shaped that the sight of them sent my cock into a series of gripping spasms. The little bitch was a true delight to behold, the taut crease of her backside and…”
“And then her sex lips too?” The general uttered, his voice cracking in excitement as he posed his question.
Brampton nodded.
“Both of her sweet puffy lips, swollen and pressed together, peeking out in temptation between the tops of her thighs.”
“Fantastic!” Wesley muttered and poured himself another drink.
“Her pale skin was damp, covered with a dewy coating of her body fluid, her urine had soaked her skin to make it glisten wonderfully in the dim light of the basement.”
“Incredible,” McCain breathed excitedly.
Brampton’s pitch of voice was high now, his face flushed and his eyes staring wildly as he recalled the situation.
“Twelve slaps, I announced to her, fearing that she might take fright.”
“And?” Angus urged, impatience sounding in his tone.
“Her fearful little whimper was the only reply I received and I stepped in closer to stand to the side of her hip.”
Brampton’s voice dropped to a low and secretive whisper.
“The whole of the crack of her backside was in view, the tight pink ring of her anus…”
“Oh God, I feel like coming myself,” Ezra Clunes moaned longingly.
“I drew back my arm, high and above my shoulder. I was trembling with excitement as I readied myself.”
The whole room had become silent, electrically charged with only the sounds of heavy breathing to break that stillness. Brampton’s voice rose in volume and excitement as he continued.
“I swung down on her, my palm open and thumb pulled back. The excitement and thrill that I experienced as the blow landed on her presented buttocks surpassed any thrill I had ever experienced. The heavy slap of flesh on softer wet flesh resounded around the room to send me to the highest planes of sexual arousal. The slut yelped, her body jerked forward under the impact, her head threw up and her body tensed.”
“Marvellous! Bloody marvellous,” the general stated firmly.
“Better still, gentlemen, I kept my hand on her.”
“No!” Clunes gasped.
Brampton’s face broke a huge and proud smile, his head nodded in reassurance.
“Yes, gentlemen, yes, I remained there, my hand on her, savouring the warm wet feel of her youthful flesh.”
“Good God,” McLain muttered.
“It was as though I was in paradise, gentlemen,” Brampton said proudly, “My hand and fingers absorbed her warm glow, her freshness and youth, all so very different to that of my wife.”
“Wonderfully so,” Angus added.
“Most certainly,” Brampton confirmed, “I kneaded and stroked her lovely body.”
“Oh my,” Wesley groaned loudly.
“I felt the firm round of her cheek, my fingers angling slightly down to touch my little finger at the crease of her buttocks.”
A low throaty growl of approval came from the general.
“Was the slut silent, Brampton?”
The speaker shook his head.
“The little wretch was snivelling and sobbing softly as I touched her.”
“Did she raise any objection?” Clunes asked.
“She could not. She had no choice but to comply.”
“Continue,” Angus prompted.
“A sadistic urge swept through me at that moment. I felt that I wanted to hear the slut wail and beg, my cock was pulsing in constant need and my heart was pounding in my chest and yet, I wanted it to last forever. I slapped the slut again, harder and more spitefully.”
“And did she? Scream?”
Brampton chuckled.
“Like a scalded cat she wailed loudly as her body jolted under the tremendously hard blow that I laid on her. Instantly a red mark appeared on her buttocks and again I remained there feeling the glow radiating into my hand. The satisfying slap as my palm stung her will remain firmly ingrained in my mind for always, a most beautiful of sounds that thrills me to this day.”
“And feeling the little slut’s arse at the same time of course,” Wesley leered.
“Naturally my good fellow naturally, the little bitch tried to straighten herself but I checked her move, I placed my left hand on her back and pressed down as I raised my right hand once again. This time I aimed the slap, so that my fingers would be located down the crack of her backside.”
“Lordy, lordy,” The general breathed excitedly.
“She yelped and then wailed, gentlemen, her little body shaken by the power of the blow and her sobbing renewed as the burning pain seeped down into her backside.”
“And her little arse hole,” McLain sniggered.
“More than that,” Brampton stated emphatically, “So that my middle finger was actually resting on her pussy lips.”
The general stood up and eased his stiff cock to one side before seating himself again, his face crimson and glowing with wild excitement.
“The next slap I aimed lower, to deliberately strike those puffy little lips of hers.”
“My God, Brampton,” Wesley said. “You certainly took some risks.”
“But worth it,” Roger Brampton replied excitedly, “Certainly worth it. The bitch’s body locked rigid and her scream echoed around the basement, her whole body convulsed and shuddered as the pain swept through her.”
All were silent, staring wide-eyed in envy at the obviously proud Roger Brampton.
“Then, gentlemen, I touched her pussy properly for the first time. My fingers stroked and felt, sliding up and down the crack of her sex…”
“This is incredible,” Angus muttered.
“Again I slapped her and then again, each time aiming to strike at her sex and to linger there afterwards feeling her moist pussy. As the slapping increased I became bolder, edging my middle finger between her labia and into the soft warmth of her inner lips. Her buttocks were a mass of reddened blotches that bore testament to the severity of my spanking of her.”
“And the slut,” Wesley asked excitedly. “Did she not try to move away?”
Brampton shook his head.
“My left hand pinned her but as the spanking progressed even that became unnecessary.”
“She was willing you mean?” The general sought confirmation.
“Certainly she was. The little bitch didn’t move one inch, she howled and sobbed but remained stock still as I spanked and felt her. Her cries lessened, turning gradually to low and soft moans, particularly when I was fingering her.”
“What, surely not inside her?” Clunes sought confirmation.
Brampton nodded, and beamed a smile.
“Things progressed until I was pushing my finger wholly up inside her warm wet body.”
“Fantastic!” Clunes gasped.
“Eighteen slaps in all I gave her, each one hard and meaningful and yet the little slut took it all.”
“And the fingering of her pussy,” the general muttered.
“Yes, that too, at that point, gentlemen I could not resist any longer. I fumbled in my haste I admit, clumsily pulling at my breeches like a young lad rolling in the hay with a girl for the very first time. I freed my cock and moved behind her, gripping her hips with my hands and pressed my cock against the warm rounds of her buttocks. She gave a stifled gasp as I pulled back on her, marvelling at the wet feel of her warm body against my hot pulsing member. Gradually I eased that pressure, guiding the head of my cock lower and lower.”
Brampton paused to pour a brandy, slowly and deliberately extending the pause to increase the tension and excitement.
“And?” Wesley urged.
Brampton gulped at his drink, revelling in the excited expressions and the way all eyes were upon him, silently urging him to get to the bit they had been waiting for.
“She muttered softly as the huge head of my cock pressed against the lips of her pussy, she shifted her feet apart to assist me and took a deep breath. The little slut cried out as I pushed in and then drew breath as my girth filled her tight little tunnel.”
“Wonderful,” Angus groaned.
“She was virgin, gentlemen,” Brampton said proudly, “Previously unexplored and untouched.”
“Christ!” McLain said.
“She cried out as her hymen was broken and her virginity lost to her for all times. I felt most proud, gentlemen, proud and commanding as I filled her little body. It was with a fervent passion and hunger that I fucked the slut, pounding hard into her like a demented demon racing toward his peak. Her whole body shook under my powerful pounding as I slammed my hips hard against her in an effort to drive every last inch of my cock up into her body.”
“Blood,” the general asked excitedly. “Was there blood?”
“A little,” Brampton stated casually. “But it was her arse hole that took my interest. I reasoned that if her pussy could be so tight and warm then her little secret tunnel should be tighter still.”
“My God,” The general breathed. “And did you? Fuck her arse?”
Brampton shook his head.
“Sadly not, I came at that point and emptied myself into her, pulling back hard on her hips to savour every last and wonderful sensation of my orgasm.”
“Shame,” Ezra Clunes muttered.
“The slut was a delight. She grunted and moaned as I slowed my strokes and jerked my sperm up into her moist interior, she even mewed softly as she felt my hot seed filling her insides.”
Brampton paused and lowered his voice to indicate that his story was drawing to a conclusion.
“I pulled out of the slut, my cock glistening with her juices and her blood; I felt then that she had become mine completely. I felt that I owned her now, in body and in mind, that she was my property, I the Master and she my slave. She would be mine, to use and abuse as I saw fit – for me to have her wherever and whenever I should so choose.”
Brampton paused to take a deep breath.
“Naturally I threatened her. I told her that if ever she should be so inclined to tell anyone of the session that I would dismiss her instantly and without references, that I would name her as a thief and have her imprisoned.”
“And the bitch accepted that?” Clunes asked.
Brampton nodded.
“She accepted it completely, totally and, without the merest hint of protest.”
“And have you? Had the girl since?” Wesley asked excitedly.
Brampton smiled back, sipping his brandy, his eyes sparkling devilment.
“That, my dear Wesley, you will have to wait for. The things I have done to and with her since will form my future stories.”