The Vicar's girl

Chapter Four

All the next morning Vanessa was restless and had stayed in bed until she heard her brother's departure. Upon Mary bringing up her tea, she could hardly bring her eyes to meet the girl's and pretended at first to be dozing until the maid gently shook her shoulder and said, 'Tea's nice and hot, ma'am, and the toast is as you like it'.

Perhaps Vanessa asked herself whether one could return to normality after such events, and yet she knew that she must bring herself to and so sat up and made much of fussing with her hair while keeping her face down, and Mary patiently waiting all the time with the tray.

'I shall be going out today, Mary', Vanessa mumbled.

'But the Vicar's coming, ma'am, ain't he? I won't know what to say to him if I'm on my own'.

'Oh, that's this afternoon and I may still be out', Vanessa answered impatiently.

Mary then served her Mistress and drifted to the door where she hesitated. The events of the night were as rich in her mind as they were in Vanessa's, and she had enjoyed them. Moreover, she had several times felt the tawse under one of the pillows during all the amourous embraces and had begun to put two and two together.

'It'll be all right, m'am, really it will', Mary said simply and was then already gone and pretending not to hear when Vanessa called after her, 'What do you mean, Mary?'

Indeed, her maid's pert remark seemed so outrageous to Vanessa that she was minded to confront the girl with it again, but being aware that they had passed through several previously unthinkable barriers together she held her tongue and at eleven went out riding, much to the dismay of Mary who did not then know whether or not she would be back in time for her appointment with the reverend gentleman of whom she had heard several naughty things from other girls in the village. The word tawse was not quite as new to her as it had been to Vanessa and Reggie and Mary knew well enough that many a girl had had her bottom stung before she became willing.

Mary herself had become 'willing' all of a year before, though having been spanked first and not strapped-and certainly not by the Vicar-but that itself is another tale which may be later told. For the nonce we must return to Vanessa who rode aimlessly about the countryside and was several times much admired by passing gentlemen and several yokels, one of whom she blushingly heard say to his companion, 'That there one's got a lovely bum, Bill'.

Becoming thristy, Vanessa knew she must return, for it was unthinkable for a lady to enter a hostelry alone, and hence she made her way back, now and then pausing her steed and wishing that the ground might swallow her up- wishing indeed that she and Reggie (of whom she had begun to think with curled lip) had never taken up this rural abode.

Mary meanwhile had been drinking, which was most unusual for her, but she had become bored and had just finished her second glass of sherry when her Mistress finally appeared, immediately sniffing the air as the maid entered the hall from the kitchen to meet her.

'Mary, you have been drinking!' Vanessa exclaimed.

'Ma'am, I didn't mean to and you can take it out of my wages if you want', Mary said in such a woebegone fashion that Vanessa's heart immediately softened.

'Well, you shouldn't at your age, should you?' she asked, whereupon Mary took on a pout.

'Don't do no harm if you enjoy things, does it? If you wants me to come in with you again tonight I will', she added, running the two thoughts together.

'Really, Mary, we must not be… well…', Vanessa ended rather lamely and attempted to hide such confusion as she felt by removing her riding hat-a tricorne of blue velvet with a little feather-and her gloves which normally Mary would have taken from her but instead Mary stood holding her hands together and regarding the carpet.

'I s'pose-s'pose you want me to leave now, ma'am, is that it?' she asked woefully.

'No, of course I do not, you silly', flustered Vanessa who in all these new situations was at a greater loss for words than she had ever been in her life. The sensation-curious as it was to her-that she wanted to kiss and be kissed by the girl came over her again so that both stood mute and each as if waiting on the other.

'Well, if you don't want me ever to come in with you again', Mary said with downcast face still, and so much so that Vanessa's heart leapt. Without further thought she gathered the younger and smaller girl to her.

'But you said it was nice', she uttered impulsively and, although she could have bitten her tongue off, knew the words to be true for herself.

Slowly then Mary's face lifted.-'Was', she said, her lips pouting forward in forming the word.

'But my brother…', Vanessa then wished to say. Instead, and with no conscious movement on her part whatever, she found her lips touching Mary's. For an infinitesimal moment in time she thought to retract the caress, but so tender was the meeting of their soft, moist lips that a new ague of desire seized Vanessa even more than it did Mary, who found that same long tongue that she had enjoyed the night before now oozing into her mouth again.

A dizziness seized Vanessa then. Her kisses with males had been relatively infrequent and in some part forced when she was young. The meeting of her mouth with that of another young female, the slow twirling of tongues and the feeling of her tits bulging against another's filled her suddenly with an almost insensible desire. Passing her hands downwards, she began to caress Mary's tight young bottom, remembering vividly how the girl had felt and invaded her own. Her head hanging back, and the faint cloud of sherry emanating from her mouth quite intoxicating Vanessa, Mary moved her hips gently and encouragingly as-remaining

interlocked-her Mistress began to gather up the back of Mary's dress.

It was in that vital and passionate moment in Vanessa's life that a footfall was heard, whereupon Vanessa frantically recalled having left the front door unlatched.

'Are we at home?' came the booming voice of he whose visit she half feared.

Staggering apart and flushed of face, the two females stood frozen for a moment until Vanessa weakly answered, 'Yes, I am here', and thereupon giving Mary a little push which sent her towards the door of the drawing room wherein they stood.

'Excellent, excellent! I may enter?' was the rejoinder, the Vicar thereupon bumping into a flurried and excited Mary, and his eyes missing nothing of the look of disarray she had about her, to say nothing of the fact that the back of her skirt was hitched up revealingly to the backs of her knees.

Nor could he have missed the expression on Vanessa's face as he strode in upon her. Her lips were moist, he saw, and she had the pleasing look of a woman who has been indulging in something other than innocent activity.

'I believe we have to talk, my dear', he uttered, and in such tones that Vanessa guiltily suspected him of being able to see through walls.

'I d… did not expect you so soon', she stammered under his avuncular gaze.

'But even so you expected, did you not?'

'I'll make tea, ma'am, shall I?' came Mary's slightly frantic call from along the hall-she remaining cautiously out of sight.

It was Vanessa who should have replied, but the Vicar who did so, saying, 'No, not yet, for your Mistress and I will be conversing. Upstairs, I do believe', he added, taking the unresisting hand of Vanessa.

'I d… do not wish…', stammered she.

'Our wishes do not always come true. Some of the pleasant ones do so, though, Miss Markham', rejoined her visitor who to her relief kept his voice lowered upon those words. 'Come, Miss Markham, I have promised to attend upon you, have I not, and it shall not be said of me that I ever failed my word'.

The single, feeble 'But…' that fell then from Vanessa's lips being utterly ignored, she found herself being led up by the hand much as a child is taken to the dentist, and so indeed she felt. The closer that the bedroom, came, the more her tummy swirled with butterflies.

'It is as well if we are quiet, for your maid will otherwise hear. Do you have something to tell me? Did you have a good night? I trust you did. Remove your dress and drawers, please', the Vicar said in one flowing mode while closing the door and leaning against it.

'R… r… remove?' stammered Vanessa.

'And then bend over. I will instruct you in your stance since it is evidently new to you. Where is the… ah, yes, here beneath your pillow as I wished it to be. Obedience becomes you, Miss Markham. Now, hurry please, or I shall be forced to effect the removal of your attire myself and such further protestations as you would undoubtedly make would inevitably attract the attention of your attractive young domestic. Quite pretty, is she not? May I assist in unbuttoning the back of your dress. You have fine legs, you know. What a sin it is to hide them!'

'Oh God!' moaned Vanessa irreverently, causing him to frown and shake his head as he approached her slowly, she backing away until her bottom bumped against the front of her dressing table.

'Swiftly and surely, my dear, it is always the best way, and then we will see to you, eh?'

'No, no, I beg you no; it is a sin', Vanessa whimpered as quietly as she could, though spun about in the process and her buttons already being unshecked one by one until her dress fell away at the top and both could see the milky looming of her breasts above the neckline of her petticoat. Swaying, Vanessa felt herself being stripped slowly, even to the removal of her sheer undergarment and-to her seemingly undying shame-the gentle lowering of her drawers out of which he forced her to step before turning her about to face him, whereat Vanessa defensively crossed her forearms over her titties.

'There is no haste, you know', the Vicar said gently, 'No haste at all. In due course you will take pleasure in being unveiled thus for you have magnificent tits, a fine arse and superb legs. As for your cunny-let me see it properly, woman-open your legs!'

'Aahh!' came then from Vanessa, for in speaking he slapped first one thigh and then the other, bringing a flare of pink up to the surface of the creamy flesh that she felt such shame to surrender to his eyes. Her fine long legs shifting mutinously but an inch apart, her thighs then received another and much sharper smack which caused her to choke down a squeal of dismay and edge her feet outwards yet another inch. Her proud titties wobbled, their tips already a little fiery with unbidden desire as the Vicar well saw, though their arousal had been rather from her embrace with Mary than from the exposure to which she now was put, attired only in her shoes and gartered stockings.

As his fingers passed gently about her, so Vanessa bit her lower lip, flushing much and staring past him into space. First he lifted each of her breasts, savouring its weight and resilience and passing his thumb several times across each nipple until it had erected itself fully and stuck out like a proud brown cone.

With an insensate quiver, though remaining cautiously still as possible while ever under the rim of her gaze she could see the waiting tawse lying lax upon the bed, she felt his hands glide around her hips. The heel of his right hand then brushed her bush, making her jerk, but at that he placed the left one against the back of her neck and slipped seeking fingers under her plump, hairy slit.

'You will come on heat a little even before I strap this magnificent arse of yours. It is as well you should', the Vicar murmured thickly. Finding the rolled lips beneath her Venus mount, he parted them, felt the nub of Vanessa's clitoris and the emergent oiliness that he most sought in an unclothed female.

'Please, no!' Vanessa whimpered, though rather to herself, as it seemed, than to him.

'A dozen good strokes to start you off, my dear, and then we shall see. Obedience well becomes a young woman of your stature and figure, as you will surely come to understand'.

His fingers worked still, slowly but surely, bringing a choked-back moan from her that told him well her condition, for such fragrant moisture as normally exuded from her cunt on having it caressed had now begun to increase, and a distinct grinding of her teeth was heard.

'Come… bend… bend… legs apart'.

Vanessa heard the scattered words, though not those in-between-rather as one hears fragments of conversation through a door. Her legs were tottering and her cunnylips were already ridged with desire as the bed seemed to come to her rather than she to it. Hands guided her and her hands flopped forward to support herself. And had she known- could she but have known-what she was to learn from this bizarre event, Vanessa might well have offered a better posture than she did: 'Your legs straight and apart, your bottom out-thrust and your back dipped, Miss Markham', the Vicar had need several times to instruct her.

'How-wer!' Vanessa gasped as the first stroke of the leather came, coursing fierily across her lustrous bumcheeks and causing her hips to roll so voluptuously that the Vicar deftly and quickly unbuttoned his trouser flap and-unseen by her-brought his monstrous tool to light and to a state of perfect readiness.

'Bottom-out!' he repeated, underlining the words with a second searing sweep that caused Vanessa's head to jerk up and then fall again while a shrill cry broke from her and was immediately and shamefully muffled by the pressing of her flushed face into the bedcover.

'It is as well to be as quiet as you can, Miss Markham. Bedrooms are a place of discipline, training and-yes, my dear-sperming. legs! Legs apart now or I shall afford you many more than I intended to. Have you not sinned? Have you not?' cra-aaaaack!

'Wah-haaaar! Yeh-esss!' Vanessa sobbed as her derriere, plump and rich as it was and ennobled by the deep furrow between the ardent cheeks, was again invaded by seeking flames. Hissing through her nose as she endeavoured to contain the fiery tongues that seeped through her glorious globe and sought her every crevice, Vanessa cupped her face in her hands, feeling the thickly-sprouting hairs of her love-pouch brushing against the edge of the quilt with every succeeding stroke that caused her hips to jerk.

'No! I can't, I can't!' she blubbered wildly, though in answer to nothing.

'But you have, Miss Markham, and shall again', opined the Vicar, causing the tawse to slap-smack smartly into her burning orb, for though nothing explicit had been stated in that brief exchange, he knew well enough what Vanessa meant and knew, too, that she knew, even though the precise words would have then been beyond the range of modest expression for her.

'Yow-wer! Doh-on't!' came piteously and pleadingly from her, fingertips pressed against her forehead as the relentless leather again took its toll of her hitherto almost unstriped bottom.

'You will say YES, Miss Markham-yes! — for that is what I wish to hear from you. Let me hear you say it now, girl!'

'Cah-ha-an't-I can't-I mustn't! yee-eee-eeek! Oh, please no, I can't bear it!'

'You will indeed be saying that, my dear, if I continue this much longer, and that I intend to do'. sra-aaaack! cra-aaaack! SPLATT!

By then, as might well be imagined, Vanessa's bottom had assumed a hue of deep pink-verging indeed towards red. But her piteous sobs, her wails, her beseeching cries were utterly unavailing in that moment, as she was to learn. Twice she had been urged-almost by Mary as much as by her own sudden desires-to push through one barrier, and now the lewd cleric was pressing her to break another. Stubborn as Vanessa was and always had been when the Priapus threatened her, she tried now to continue to be,

tears pearling down her cheeks, and grimacing into her cupped hands while her hips rotated and swirled to the implacable urging of the tawse and the invasive heat it produced in her bottom and loins.

Accustomed as he was to such, the Vicar waited with rearing and exposed prick for that breaking point which he knew must come. The tawse swept slowly-once, twice, thrice more, imposing its sharp slap-smacking authority into Vanessa's rich buttocks until at last came her pleading, sobbing, half-shamed and yet equally half-excited cry of 'Yes!'