The Vicar's girl

Chapter Two

Reginald Markham returned blithely from his first day of teaching at St. Hilda's where there was such a bevy of girls as had faintly but guiltily stirred his loins several times. The movements of his buttocks upon the saddle had but excited his vagrant thoughts more-much as he strove to suppress them-and, despite his thirty-five years, it was with a sense of boyish consciousness that he led his horse into the paddock and waited a long moment until the tingling in his thickened tool had subsided.

Upon his entering the house, Mary came to offer to him what she thought of as a proper curtsey-proper that is to her due station in life-which movement caused her cap, as usual, to come askew and her firm young titties to bobble beneath her dress in the same manner that had met the Vicar's searching eyes.

'Mistress is upstairs, sir, she is resting, in a state of grace, he said', Mary uttered all in one breath and priding herself much on remembering the phrase despite her failure to understand what it meant.

'In a what?' replied Reggie comically, but then seeing the girl's crestfallen expression, he added, 'Yes, of course, Mary. I will go up and make my arrival known and meanwhile a pot of tea would do us all good, would it not?'

'Oh yes, sir!' Mary responded enthusiastically, finding herself apparently included in the plural. Hardly twenty minutes had passed since the Vicar had departed and the Master should have met him on the road, she thought, but then gave herself the extra one that the reverend gentleman must have gone the other way.

Reginald was always a quiet walker (and had frequently been reprimanded in his youth for 'stealing up' on people, albeit unconsciously). Vanessa thus did not hear him ascending and was at that moment not so much in a state of 'grace' as of bewildered fervour. Having kicked off her drawers, she had removed her dress also and had cast it similarly upon the floor, thereafter crawling beneath the bedclothes in an effort to blot out from her mind the outrageous events that had passed. So far from being able to do so, however, her thoughts had dwelt continually on the tonguings, handlings and smackings she had received. Telling herself that she knew not what she was doing, she had closed her eyes, clawed the spare pillow down under the sheet and held it closely up under her cunny where its soft and smooth texture afforded her a distinct if exciting comfort.

It was not until the bedroom door opened that Vanessa appeared to return to her full senses, made to sit up and then-remembering her state of undress-sank quickly down again and peered over the edge of the bedclothes at her brother, who regarded her flushed face and tousled hair with wondering.

'My dear, are you well?' he asked.

The V… V… Vicar came', stammered Vanessa as if that were a sufficient excuse for her condition. 'I mean, he came and then I lay down and then-oh Reggie-I feel so strange!' burst she, producing a veritable flood of tears which caused him such concern that he immediately sat beside her on the bed and passed his hand across her moist forehead.

'What ails you, then?'

'I do not know, honestly I do not and-oh, forgive me', Vanessa uttered as his straying eyes fell to her drawers and crumpled dress.

As Reggie looked, he in turn flushed, for the drawers had by chance fallen in an 'open' position with the frilled legs apart and a distinct patch of moisture showing at the crotch.

'Ah', said he with something of a gurgle in his voice, for it must be said that, being only human, he had frequently heard the mysterious and not uninviting little sounds made by his voluptuously-bodied sister as she undressed. Now and then he had (all despite himself) imagined her attired only in a waist corset or stockings, and had even-with such guiltiness as often came upon him-envisaged her removing the very garment on which his eyes stayed.

'You wish the doctor?' he asked solicitously, a movement of his body then causing the bedclothes to glide down to reveal momentarily to his awoken gaze the creamy gourds of his sister's breasts whereon her pointed brown nipples peaked sharply and indeed, as it seemed to him, almost beseechingly.

'Oh no, no, no, it is nothing like that. I will be well tomorrow', said Vanessa unwittingly and then recalled the Vicar's parting words with such a start that she failed not only to cover her luscious titties but had quite forgotten the tawse which lay beside her and upon which Reggie's hand next fell.

'What is this?' he asked, curiously fingering the thick but pliable leather.

'Oh, don't know! Why do you keep asking questions?' Vanessa responded all but hysterically, then seeing his face fall she added more quietly, 'It is just a strap, I suppose. Mary found it behind a cabinet'.

'A strange one, indeed, for the end is split and there is no buckle to it I will take it downstairs if you wish'.

So saying, and being in fact rather at a loss to account for his sister's unusual behaviour, Reggie drew it up in the same instant that Vanessa turned to reach for it, with the result that one exposed and heavy tit brushed silkily against his hand, causing her nipple to stub against it in the process.

'Oh, Reggie!' Vanessa said as if in great dismay, and he withdrawing his hand hastily if regretfully.

'S… sorry!' Reggie stammered, 'I will-er-that is to say, see if tea is made and then-er-yes…'

And so mumbling and not a little pink about the cheeks, Reggie made his departure, leaving behind the tawse which Vanessa quickly thrust under the pillow beneath her head. Thankful that her brother had not observed that the other headrest was missing, she drew it up from between her extremely warm and moist thighs and lay back for a moment with a sigh, her bottom stirring on the sheet beneath her as if in memory of the most astonishing day in her life.

Reggie meanwhile had sauntered into the kitchen where Mary was in process of lifting the kettle from the hob. The deuce of it was that his prick had thickened up again and he wondered whether the girl would see it. She had a fine young bottom, he told himself, and he had viewed quite a number that day, albeit clothed.

'That was a funny strap you found, Mary', he said while she poured hot water into the teapot.

'I, sir? I didn't find one'.

'The one with a split end, you know, that you found behind a cabinet', said Reggie patiently.

'No, sir, honestly, cross my heart and hope to die-I didn't find nothing, I didn't', Mary said in the manner of one being accused of a great crime.

'Ah, well then, frightfully sorry, must have misunderstood', came the mumble of one who was even more confused.

'I 'spect the Vicar found it or left it or something like that, if the Mistress didn't', Mary offered with bright innocence, this causing Reggie to gawp somewhat for he could not imagine what a reverend gentleman would be doing with such a thing about his person. There was clearly something odd afoot which he could not fathom. Or at least not for a long moment. In fact it was not until he was sipping his tea that a distant memory swam back to him. He had perhaps been only about twelve at the time and had been staying with Vanessa at their Uncle Frederick's house. Running indoors from the garden to get himself a glass of water, Reggie had heard smack-slapping noises and squeals emanating from the morning room and had tiptoed towards it to see what was afoot.

Just at that moment his aunt had swept out of the selfsame room, her face not a little flushed, and behind her he had glimpsed-but for a brief moment-one of the servant girls bent over the table, her skirt to her hips and his uncle standing behind and to one side of her and steadily strapping her naked bottom with-yes! — by jove, that strap had looked much the same as the one on Vanessa's bed.

Thoroughly bemused, Reggie put his cup down and took his quiet way up the stairs once more, this time surprising his sister in an even greater fashion. Vanessa felt both humiliated and exhilarated and could not make up her mind which feeling was uppermost, much as she had tried to make the former the stronger emotion. Thus she had swung her legs out of the bed and sat for a moment holding them open precisely at the moment that Reggie made his entry.

'Oh! Oh, Reggie!' Vanessa ejaculated, though too late to hide that which his eyes had never before fallen upon- which is of course to say the fur of her thicket, beneath which he could just glimpse her pouting slit.-'Really, Reggie!' she expostulated, jumping up and thereby causing the lacy hem of her petticoat to flow upwards and outwards even more revealingly so that the full vision of her stockinged thighs, her hips, her nest and part of her bulbing bottom were all to be blissfully seen before she hastily tugged the garment down again.

'I say, Vanessa, that strap!' said Reggie who was not to be put off and indeed felt the blood trilling in his veins at the revelations of his sister's luscious semi-nudity.

'Strap? Strap? Oh, go away! Really, you shouldn't see me like this, Reggie!' protested Vanessa who could not fail to see in turn the protrusion that was by then so marked beneath his trousers.

'Well, Mary did not find it-that was all I was going to say', her brother answered shamefacedly.

'Ho! Is that all? I found it on my bed and I thought she did', Vanessa replied all too quickly and could have bitten off her words, for in view of the fact that only one visitor had appeared that day the conclusion to Reggie was that something very odd had occurred.

'Your bottom is red, Vanessa', he blurted.

'What? Eh? Reggie, how dare you say such a thing to me, and how dare you look! Mary, Mary-please come and help me dress', Vanessa called out frantically, wishing even more to be rid of this conversation than that her brother should have seen her naked derriere. Backing away and holding her petticoat tightly across the front of her thighs, she watched then dry-mouthed as he grabbed at the tawse which was coyly showing its tail from under her skewed pillow and made his exit with the air of one who had filched the Crown Jewels while Vanessa's beseeching 'Reggie!' followed him down the stairs.

En route, he inevitably bumped into Mary who was hastening up in some wonder.

'Mary, I say, I believe she is in an excitable state. Do what you can to quieten her', he whispered.

'Yes, sir', answered the maid conspiratorially. In passing him her thigh sidled against Reggie's erection, the which caused both of them to start and he to fear that Mary would cry out. Instead, though, she bit her lip as though to conceal a not displeased grimace and even offered him a pert little grin over her shoulder as she went to enter Vanessa's room.

The minx, Reggie thought, but the deuce of it would be that she would now wonder why his prick was up, particularly in view of Vanessa's state of undress. Life was getting oddly complicated all of a sudden and he had no desire to stay in the house for a while. Besides which, he was holding the damned strap, and Mary would have seen it.

The only person left to see was the Vicar himself and it was to the Vicarage that Reggie took himself, though scarce knowing what he was going to say on arriving, and with his spirits rather descending the closer that he rode there. Even so, as he told himself, he could but say that he was returning the cleric's visit and see what, if anything, he had to say about Vanessa's strange behaviour.

Knocking hesitantly upon arrival, he was let in by Maude, the housekeeper-a buxom woman who kept herself 'in trim', as she always declared and was frequently pumped by the Vicar's powerful cock when he had no one else to attend to. For such services, Maude was well rewarded, and more so since she occasionally assisted in the 'conversion' of girls who came to prepare themselves for communion or something of the like.

One such at that very moment was immured with the Vicar, and Reggie heard a distinct squeak coming from behind the study door.

'I believe as the Reverend is engaged at the moment, sir', said Maude with considerable understatement, 'But if you was to wait!..'

'Who is it, Maude?' then boomed the Vicar's voice whereat the housekeeper uttered Reggie's full name, this producing a momentary thoughtful silence until the order came, 'Then show him in'.

'Oh-wer!' uttered the young girl who at that very moment struggled to push down her dress even as the door was opened, whereat the visitor was accorded the most fetching of visions-albeit momentary-of the slim legs and pouting pussy of one scarce seventeen whose face was bright red and her bottom pink.

'You were naughty and you have learned your lesson, have you not, Sally?' the Vicar asked of her before addressing Reggie.

A sound came from the girl that might have been yes or no. Reggie was not sure which. Her head bowed, the girl rushed passed him, though-unseen by him-was quickly gathered into the arms of Maude who swiftly bustled her into the drawing room, there to give her what she fondly called 'a little talk', which was more in praise of Priapus than of prayer, though always delicately put and which caused most of the girls to believe that the finest anointment they could receive was that from the thick and spermaceous emissions of the Vicar's prick.

'Ah, yes, dear fellow-how nice of you to return my visit. A whiskey, eh? Or a brandy-or maybe a glass of wine', Percival began, flooding his visitor with words while causing him to subside into a chair. Eccentrically, or not, and without waiting for a reply, he thereupon dowsed two glasses with a spirited measure of malt whiskey and placed one into the rather dazed younger man's hand.

'V… Vanessa…', stumbled Reggie who had no idea now of what he was going to say and whose pocket was bulging with the rolled tawse.

'Yes?' enquired the cleric gently.

"Well, I… that is to say… odd state I found her in, and-pray forgive me, sir, this curious strap', Reggie said, producing it. Swallowing hastily from his glass while Percival waited patiently, he added as though in compromise, 'I say, did you find her odd?'

At that, the Vicar seated himself on the front edge of his desk and gazed down benignly at his visitor.

'May I speak to you, if not as a father, than as an older and more experienced man?' he asked.

At that, Reggie rather wilted and nodded.

'A cigar? Have a cigar, dear boy, and I will join you. The pleasures of enveloping oneself in fragrant smoke are infinite. May I call you Reggie? I address all my parishioners as fondly as I can. Here, let me light it for you-if the dashed lucifer works and, yes, it does. Rather good, eh? From Cuba, I am told, or is it Havana-I am never quite sure. You were saying?'

'About, about my sister, yes', Reggie stumbled and rather wished he had not come.

'Vanessa, is it not?' the Vicar asked as if all about him were a distant memory. Puffing on his cigar and leaning forward in the most confidential manner, he murmured, 'We may speak frankly? Man to man? As a learned man yourself, I am sure you treasure directness of speech rather than evasions. She was-and I tell you this in all confidence, dear boy-in heat. She was in such a state of undress as would have beguiled a saint. I saw naught for it but to cool her ardour as one must with many young ladies-to wit, by smacking her bottom. Oh, I do not deny it. The tawse is mine, or rather is your sister's now, for I left it with her. And to what purpose, eh?'

'I say! I really don't know', blurted Reggie who had never heard the like of such a conversation.

'Consider, Reggie, that she is a spinster, and a remarkable figure of one, I must say. Such females deny themselves that of which they are most in need. I have known them to open their legs and rub themselves against bedroom doors in their secret frenzies'.

'Have you?' asked his listener in astonishment.

'You found her unclothed-without her drawers on?' came the countering question during which the Vicar's gaze so piercingly encountered Reggie's that the latter blushed. A hand was laid as if comfortingly upon his shoulder. For a moment Reggie felt exceedingly small.

'Were I to say more, dear boy, you might take great offence, though I find myself having to advise many in such matters', the Vicar sighed heavily and sent another bloom of smoke into the air.

Floundering for something to say, but in all the circumstances finding little to doubt in the speaker's words, Reggie muttered, 'Yes, I suppose', and took another hasty swallow.-'I suppose she was jolly embarassed', he added for want of anything else to say and feeling thereby that he had at least put up some defence on his sister's part.

Again the heavy voice fell about his ears.

'What is important, Reggie, is that she acceded to her punishment, brief as I caused it to be. Your maid offered no complaint to you of any distress on the part of her Mistress?'

'Oh no, none', Reggie responded truthfully, and that giving him something more to chew upon, for it was quite remarkable if Vanessa had her gorgeous bottom smacked and scarce a sound heard.

'The truth, you see-the ultimate truth with all females- is that they know what they need but will never confess it. Being dealt with in a manner that one might call parental- stem at the very least-they succumb. Their bottoms are dutifully though often rebelliously offered. The hand or the strap burns and stirs them. Their hips churn, their titties harden. Did you observe her nipples and, mayhap, the excited state in which they remained?'

'I-er-yes', Reggie responded all too hastily and then regretted the confession.

There are conclusions to be drawn therefrom, albeit only in the deepest confidence that now exists between us and which I swear will never stray beyond these walls. Do I have need to say what they are?'

'That… that she will require more of-er…'

'Precisely, dear boy, precisely, for she has reached that height of tempestuous desire that may be quelled only by the most manly applications of two weapons-the one artificial, such as this leather instrument, and the other which is natural to our beings. I refer, bluntly-since I must-to the cock. Has she not been put to it? It is a dire sin to leave a full-hipped woman thus. Unless, of course, you wish to have these daily upheavals and alarms?'

'I do not know. That is to say, I am not sure', stammered Reggie whose ears burned as much as did his mind at such frank talk.

'Better that I should have come straight to the point than to have fenced around. It is the removal to a new house which sets them going, doncherknow. New rooms, new beds, desires arising. There have been many such hereabouts in these past years-daughters, sisters and young wives, and all must needs be attended to. Regular juicings are what they need-regular juicings. Such as are unmarried, and even some whose husbands do not do their duty regularly, must have their due. Some show great promise upon being tawsed and having their cunnies or their bottoms plugged. What an advantage you do have, old chap, at St. Hilda's, have you not?'

The question at first jolted Reggie who gave a rather blurred impression of not having thought about it, though indeed he had.

'There are some among them who will come to me for various-er-preparations. Of such I will advise you, of course, and again in the strictest confidence. If one does not do one's duty to them, others will, y'know', the Vicar said.

'Yes', said Reggie, rather open-mouthed, adding with a lopsided grin, 'And some are jolly attractive, I must say'.

'It is good to hear you say so. I frequently need a male confidant in such matters-one whom I can thoroughly trust, eh what? The very girl you saw departing just now has her cunny and her bottom both tickled up a little. She is coy, is wriggly, but on the whole is quiet and will behave herself, I am sure, when you bury your penis in and sperm her joyfully'.

'I?' answered Reggie in apparent astonishment.

'Would such not be the purpose of our partnership? She is due to come here again on-let me see-ah yes, Thursday evening. It occurs to me that were you to be here, you might well wish to test the tightness of her bottom cheeks, or mount her otherwise between her thighs'. 'My gosh, but will there not be a fuss about such?'

'A fuss? Goodness me, no. There is much to be said for the reverential and quiet air of a vicarage, old chap. They arrive here duly meek, and have been told to come. If they are to squall a little, better that they should do so here and not elsewhere. They will be quieter in their own beds then, when they are duly saddled, will they not? Come, let us drink to the happy thought'.

Refilling Reggie's glass, the Vicar then strode to the door and opening it called for Maude who entered apronless, for she was just about to depart to visit her young married daughter.

'Mr. Markham will be joining us in a certain capacity occasionally, Maude. Young Sally is coming again on Thursday, is she not? I suggest you accord Mr. Markham the tuitional bedroom. He will receive the girl after I have warmed her bottom up a bit and will anoint her accordingly.'

'Why, sir, yes, sir, that will be nice. I am sure she's going to enjoy it the first time, and with such a nice young gentleman. If you needs it, sir, I'll hold her, but mostly it ain't necessary', added Maude helpfully to Reggie, who, half-risen from his chair, sank back again in dumb astonishment.

'Thank you, Maude, I know you will always do your duty. Your daughter now-is she faring as well as she should?'

'Well, sir, between you and me and these four walls…'

'My dear, you need say no more. What a pity that such agile hips as hers should go to waste-but then of course they must not. A mere twenty, Reggie, and a perfect pearl of a girl. Perhaps Friday, Maude?'

'Yes, sir, and I'll have her come'.

'I'll be the one to do that, Maude, and so perhaps will our Mr. Markham.'

'Oh, sir, you are one!' giggled Maude and then, receiving a pat on her ample bottom from her fond employer, departed while giving Reggie a quite flirtatious look.

'My goodness!' the latter ejaculated as the door closed.

'A fine woman-an understanding one', the Vicar averred as though the conversation had been a perfectly proper one. 'Thursday, then', he went on, extending his hand to Reggie who by then was so utterly convinced of all that he felt he had entered an entirely new world. Tapping out the ash from his half-smoked cigar, he gazed beyond the Vicar and asked with all the vagueness that he could contrive, 'And as to the problem of Vanessa?'

'The very fact that we are now agreed upon matters precludes any further problem. Pray return the tawse to her room, though you need to say nothing to her on the matter. She will know well enough what the renewed sight of it means, for I have promised-and I make no bones about it-that I will attend on her again tomorrow. You will find her bottom even hotter than before, and of course I shall have attended to her otherwise. She will be flushed and abed, I believe, on your return. Have no nonsense from her. Draw such confessions from her as you wish and then give her a good pumping'.

'B… but Mary…', stammered Reggie.

'Why yes, of course. There is no need to leave her out of things, dear boy, is there?' counselled the Vicar gravely and then guided him without.