Hirst Hall

Chapter 14 – In which I am reunited with my daughter

The following morning Sir Thomas and I stood on the steps to wave my stepsons off as they left to spend the next month away with friends.  I confess to being somewhat bleary-eyed having had altogether less rest than I would have liked during the night.  My husband had driven me from pillar to post.  I had learnt by now that the more successful he was in degrading and humiliating me the more rampant he would be during the night that followed.  And yesterday he had outdone himself.  I still trembled inwardly at what had been done to me.  It had taken me a full half-hour of sitting on the terrace before I had the courage to summon Rose to help me return to my room and resume a normal state of dress as well as to extract the unnatural objects I had about my body.

Dinner last night and breakfast this morning had been constrained affairs with the boys continually gawping at me and Sir Thomas and I pretending nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.  I was grateful when the carriage pulled away.

After a light lunch I went to lie down for an hour or so but fell so sound asleep that I awoke only when Rose rushed in to tell me that a carriage had been spotted coming up the long drive.  I rushed downstairs and arrived only as the carriage was pulling up.  Sir Thomas was there before me and took my hand as I ran up.  I was grateful for his support as I was unaccountably nervous at what Georgina would think.

The door opened and my beautiful daughter appeared.  She looked a little older than when I had last seen her in September, a little bit more like a woman.  She had turned eighteen during that time and there was now no obstacle to her marriage. Perhaps she might go up to London next year, do the Season and be properly presented.  Had she been Sir Thomas’ natural daughter it would have been expected, as his stepdaughter it was not necessary.  And I wished her married and settled.  Should, God forbid, anything happen to Sir Thomas our position would be as precarious as before.  As Lady Llanbedr and her mother and with the settlement Sir Thomas had discussed we would be quite secure.  I was not mercenary but the vicissitudes of my life had taught me caution.

If you were expecting my daughter to be a younger version of myself you would be quite mistaken.  I am told that the shape of our faces is similar but there the resemblance ends.  Neither does she resemble my late husband, Captain Deverne, excepting his rather fine nose.  She is in every other way the image of my late mother.  She is as tall as I am but thinner, like a poplar tree.  She is as fair as any Swede and has their piercing blue eyes and light skin.  Whereas my figure is full of womanly curves, hers is straight.  I kept hoping that she would develop a bosom but it never really happened.  I know she agonised as to whether she would ever have breasts or hips like mine before finally resigning herself to never having more than small bumps.  But for all that she was truly beautiful in the ethereal, willowy way that must have captivated my father when he first saw my mother.  All this was set off by her fine blue travelling dress for which I had sent her the funds.

She ran to my arms and we were suddenly hugging and crying.  I don’t think I had every felt more happy in my life.  Her eyes were wide as she stared at the great East Facade of the Hall with its vast portico and sweeping steps.  She kept looking from place to place till her eyes alighted on Sir Thomas who was beaming at her.

“Welcome to Hirst Hall, Miss Deverne.  I hope you will find your new home to your liking.”  There was amusement in his voice but courtesy too.

“Thank you, Sir Thomas,” she bobbed a curtsey, “I am honoured to meet you.”

“Honour, tosh!  I should be honoured to have a lady as pretty as yourself in the house, Miss Georgina.”

And then it was my turn to be surprised, for a second figure emerged from the carriage.  It was a young woman, in her twenties and dressed in modest travelling clothes.  She was short, a good six inches below my and Georgina’s height, with mousy brown hair pulled back in a neat bob.  Her body struck me as hard and muscular as if used to physical exercise (it later transpired she liked walking every morning by herself).  She was neither plain nor pretty but had an enquiring gaze, which she dropped as soon as she saw me watching her.

Georgina caught my look and flushed slightly but turned to introduce me to the newcomer.

“Mother, this is Miss Hailsham. Sir Thomas has employed her as my governess.  Miss Hailsham, this is my mother, Lady Caroline Dalrymple and my stepfather, Sir Thomas Dalrymple.”

The young woman curtseyed appropriately.

“Governess?” I enquired in surprise.  “Sir Thomas, Georgina is eighteen and has finished her schooling.  I am sure she is in no need of a governess, rather in want of a husband.”  I was somewhat put out at this ridiculous development.

“My darling, there is always something more to learn.  Miss Hailsham has excellent references and is, I believe, a quite accomplished artist.  I am sure Miss Georgina will benefit from her tuition and even if this were not the case your daughter will enjoy having another young lady about the house.  It is only until she is married.  And with her beauty and Hirst Hall as a backdrop to set it off I am convinced that eventuality will not be long delayed.”  His tone was placatory.

Put like that I could hardly object and I moved beside him, slid my arm into his and welcomed Miss Hailsham.

“I hope you will enjoy your time at Hirst Hall, Miss Hailsham.  Georgina is to have a room in the south wing; I am sure we can find you a room nearby.  I am sure you can both use the old nursery as a day-room for your sketching.”

“Thank you, Lady Caroline, you are most kind.”

And with that the party went inside and I took girlish pleasure in showing them through my magnificent domain.  They both expressed wonderment at my portrait which had just been hung in the Chinese Salon.  In truth I loved the picture, it made me look radiant and alluring, there on the terrace in that great dress and looking over my shoulder in surprise.  Miss Hailsham knew immediately who the artist was which reassured me as to her artistic nature.

The room adjoining Georgina’s was swiftly prepared for Miss Hailsham.  I could not think of her as a governess, companion would be a better term.  The big old nursery had been redone as Georgina’s private sitting room and Miss Helena’s (as I learnt her first name to be) art equipment was put in there.

Dinner that evening was a convivial affair with the four of us.  I think Sir Thomas was pleased with all the female attention, I was enraptured just by having Georgina back beside me, she was continually amazed at the opulence of her new home and Miss Hailsham was a pleasant and easy-going presence.  It turned out that her father had been an artist and engraver in London and when he had died she had found it necessary to support herself as a governess and drawing instructor to young ladies.  I found my initial antipathy to her evaporating.

The following morning Sir Thomas and I left for our tour of visits.  We left Georgina and Miss Hailsham setting up easels in the old nursery and clearly happy in each other’s company.  I asked Mrs. Jones to make sure Georgina felt at home and then we were gone.

The weather was excellent and the roads were fine and so we made good time.  Rose and James the valet sat outside at the back on the rumble seat while the footman sat up front with the coachman.

Our first stop was Deverne Court, the home of my one-time in-laws.  My first husband’s mother was still alive though her husband had passed on a few years back.  George’s brother was now the owner of the estate.  In the past when I was Mrs Welbeck of Deepwell Hall my welcome had always been cordial if somewhat reserved.  This time it was very warm indeed and Sir Thomas and I had the best guest room.  They kept asking after Georgina and made arrangements for her to visit later that summer.  Before she had been an embarrassing minor relative, now that she was likely to make an excellent marriage they were eager to claim her as a Deverne.  I smiled sweetly and let them have their way; I was so happy for my daughter that any bitterness was impossible.

Next came Deepwell Hall where my second husband’s cousin was now well ensconced and pleased to tell of his betrothal to a young lady from the district whom I had known well during my time at the Hall.  The girl was sweet and quiet and quite stupid.  She would make him the easiest going wife one could wish for.  We both agreed to come for the wedding in late August.  It was so very pleasant to see all the staff at Deepwell again and often I found I had tears in my eyes.  It is impossible to live in a place for seventeen years without putting down deep roots.

In Ludlow we visited Major Graves amongst others and I could see Anne again.  She had no idea of the pain her handing over the letter to Rose had led me to and I did not deprive her of her blissful ignorance.  After all she had not meant to cause me any harm.

Finally we stopped at Sudeney Place near Church Stretton on the way back.  It was a magnificent Jacobean mansion and one of the finest houses in the district after Hirst Hall.  The owner was an old friend of Sir Thomas’ and the two of them spent an evening scandalising their wives with tales of their behaviour when young men together in London society.  The recollections seemed to all involve inordinate quantities of drink, fighting and bed-hopping.

Finally we returned to Hirst Hall, having been away for eleven nights.  I was so impatient to see Georgina again. I had enjoyed my trip and all the courtesy extended to Lady Dalrymple, but now I just wanted to be a mother for a while.  We had so much to plan, Lord Llanbedr was expected for a visit in a fortnight’s time and everything had to be perfect.

We found the Georgina and Miss Hailsham in the old nursery with the latter at the easel while my daughter sat in the window so that the light caught her face.  Miss Hailsham bobbed a curtsey while Georgina came and kissed me.  The latter seemed very subdued though, but I put it down to having to sit still for a long period.  I blushed slightly as thought what an ordeal posing could be.

At dinner it was much the same: Georgina was still listless.  I was concerned.

“Are you quite well, dear?  You don’t seem your usual self.”

“Oh.  Oh, I am quite well, thank you mother,” she replied quietly, seeming anything but.

“Miss Hailsham,” I turned to the other young woman, “you must look after my daughter better.”

She smiled sweetly at me, “I do try, Lady Caroline, but Georgina can be so wilful at times.  It is hard to control her.”

“Well, tomorrow afternoon we can go riding together.  I have a lovely horse for you, Georgina and I am sure we can find something suitable for Miss Helena.  I must spend the morning with Mrs. Jones going over the house.”

The next morning poor Georgina was still quiet and withdrawn at breakfast and I determined to get her to myself as soon as possible for a mother-daughter conversation.  We have always been close and never hidden anything from each other.

Mrs. Jones and I toured the house as was my wont once a week.  We started in the north wing which is rarely used except when visitors come or when we use the family chapel.  Then we inspected the main wing which contains all the main rooms before moving to the south wing where the old nursery is, where my stepsons have their bedchambers and where Georgina and Miss Hailsham were roomed.

There we met Sir Thomas coming back from picking a couple of oranges in the orangery which lies on the edge of the south wing to pick up as much sunlight as possible.

“Look, my dear, the first oranges of the season.  We can have them with our afternoon tea.” He was positively radiant with energy but I was surprised he was not over at the mills having been away for so long.

“Mrs. Jones and I are just off to see Georgina and Miss Hailsham in the old nursery.  We will finish our tour of the house in the orangery.”

“Oh, I’ll join you then, I would like to see if Miss Hailsham is as good as they say.”  Sir Thomas fell in beside us.

“I saw her work yesterday.  It was a remarkable likeness.” I was glad he was there beside me.

I opened the door to the nursery and went straight in with my husband and housekeeper right behind.

I froze in absolute horror at the sight.

In the middle of the room stood the chaise longue I was already too familiar with.  Georgina was naked and bound to its two posts exactly as I had been except that her head, instead of being at the end sloping upwards, was hanging over the foot end.  Her head was straining upwards as much as it could.  What held her back was her blonde hair: divided into two plaits with each braid tied to a leg of the chaise.  She had her tongue out and was desperately trying to reach her target.  This objective was Miss Hailsham’s sex which was just above her as the young woman straddled her face.  While Georgina was entirely nude, her companion was wearing boots, stockings and a corset.  By straining herself to the very limit my daughter could just run the tip of her tongue along the furrow in the governess’ slit.  I noticed that unlike mine it still had a neatly trimmed light brown bush.

“Noooo,” I screamed.

Georgina saw me and immediately dropped her head down.

“Noooo,” she wailed.

“Did I tell you to stop, you little slut?  Do I need to ask Mrs. Jones to fetch the crop?” Miss Hailsham’s voice was as hard as steel.

“No Miss, please,” Georgina sounded terrified and her head came back up and her tongue once more began questing for its mark.  “I’m sorry, mummy...”

“Noooo.  No.  No,” I could say nothing else.  Finally I noticed my husband was gripping my arm.  I wanted to flee and I wanted to run to my daughter.  In the end I did nothing.  I turned to Sir Thomas in rage and despair.

“You promised me...  you promised me...”  I was sobbing now.

“I promised you no man would lay a finger on your daughter,” his voice was calm.  “Mrs. Jones has any man been near Miss Georgina?  If they have I will geld the bastard and dismiss you.”

“No, Sir Thomas,” the housekeeper replied evenly, “she is still a virgin.  In that sense at least.”

“You tricked me,” I sobbed, “you have ruined her.”  I was beyond comforting and felt myself slowly sliding to the floor.

“A chair, Mrs. Jones, a chair for her ladyship.”  Sir Thomas held me upright while a chair was swiftly dragged over.

I collapsed into it.  From where it was positioned I could see my poor daughter’s other end which before had been hidden by Miss Hailsham.  I wailed anew.  From her sex was sticking the second of the carved wooden dildoes while from her bottomhole protruded the end of the smallest sized one.  No, this was too cruel, too disgusting.  My poor, poor child.

“I would like your report please, Miss Hailsham,” said my husband, standing behind my chair with his hands on my shoulders.

“Yes, Sir Thomas.  Shall I dismount?”

“No, you may remain there.  You seem comfortable.”  I could hear amusement in his voice.  How dare he be amused at Georgina’s state?

“Yes, Sir.” The woman flexed her legs slightly more, lowering her body a fraction.  Her legs, short and strongly muscled, looked as if they could hold the position all day long.  “Get your tongue right inside now, Georgie.   Nice slow licks.”

Through my tears I could see how Georgina’s extended tongue was now between the lips of the other woman’s sex and slowly running up and down.  I could see the pink inner lips wet with my daughter’s saliva.  Oh God...

“It was exactly as you guessed, Sir Thomas,” Miss Hailsham began, “Miss Georgina is indeed a lesbian.”

“Oh, please, no...,” wailed my daughter.

Miss Hailsham looked down at her sternly, “Georgie, I will not be interrupted.  If you take your tongue out of my cunt one more time I will ask Mrs. Jones for the crop.  Do you understand?”

“Yerrs, Miss,” moaned my little girl and her tongue once more buried itself between the folds of feminine flesh.

“As I said, you had surmised correctly, sir,” Miss Hailsham began again.

“How?” I whispered through my sobs.  “How could you even think that?”

“Easy enough,” Sir Thomas replied pleasantly, “I wrote to the Headmistress of her little academy and asked if Miss Georgina had any particular friends among the local boys.  I wished to ascertain if she were still a virgin and so suitable for marriage to Lord Llanbedr.  The reply stated that her only close companion was Miss Emma Missenden with whom she was inseparable.   I sent Miss Hailsham down to investigate as she has a discreet reputation for dealing with young ladies with Sapphic tendencies.  Miss Hailsham wrote to say that from a distance she assessed Miss Georgina as having likely inclinations in that direction.  I employed her as a governess forthwith to establish the truth of the matter.  Miss Hailsham?”

“Yes, Sir Thomas.  After you and Lady Caroline departed I confronted Miss Georgina directly with the matter.”  Here she looked away from us and down at unfortunate Georgina whose tongue was steadily licking back and forth.  Miss Hailsham smiled at the memory.  “She denied it but not too vehemently.  With Mrs. Jones help I stripped her and having bound her I used my fingers to establish the truth of the matter.  She still denied it and so I used the crop until she confessed.  Miss Georgina has a remarkably low tolerance for pain and will do most anything to avoid it.  I do pity the midwife when she is brought to labour.”

“Are you sure, Miss Hailsham?” Sir Thomas enquired.  “I should not like to think it was merely a response to pain.”

“Quite sure, Sir Thomas.  Ask her yourself!”  And with this she straightened her legs a little, raising her sex a couple of inches above Georgina’s straining face.

“Well, Miss Georgina?  Are you attracted to women or men?”  I could hear clearly the amusement in his voice now.  “Speak up!”

My daughter’s head had slumped down now, relieving the strain on her poor neck muscles for a moment.  She was weeping and her face shone with both her own and Miss Hailsham’s wetness.  “Please, Sir... please, Sir Thomas, not in front of my mother.  Please?”

“Right now, young lady, or I shall ask Mrs. Jones to get involved.”

Georgina gulped and looked away from us.  “Y... Ye... Yes, Sir.  Yes, I like women.  I’m sorry, mummy.  Sorry...”

“Back to work, little girl,” said Miss Hailsham lowering her sex so that my sobbing child could begin sucking it once more.  I noticed that it was lower this time so that the victim’s whole mouth could and did make contact with it.

“And has Miss Georgina come to terms with it now?”

“It did take several beatings during the first couple of days for her to accept her nature.  She found several Sapphic activities hard to accept initially.  I am happy to report that all such prudery has now been stripped away.  Indeed Miss Georgina is now open to any suggestion that I or Mrs. Jones care to make.”

These remarks caused a moan of distress from my little girl, but she did not remove her mouth from her tormentor’s sex.  I wanted to faint, to make the nightmare go away.

“And does she have any particular proclivities?  Strong likes and dislikes?”  Sir Thomas was discussing Georgina as if she were not there, though I noticed he was watching her mouth carefully.

“I have already mentioned her aversion to pain, Sir Thomas.  She will go to extraordinary lengths to avoid it.  She enjoys any and all games that women play amongst themselves and now gives herself to them freely.  Being treated as a little girl, a naughty pupil, has a strong effect on her as does one other interesting thing.  Shall I demonstrate, Sir Thomas?

“Yes please, Miss Hailsham.  I am sure we will all be interested!”  He squeezed my shoulder and I felt as if I might be physically ill.

The governess raised herself up and turning around lowered herself back onto Georgina, now facing back along her body.  During the brief turn I saw my child’s little breasts, barely more than little bumps.  Her nipples though were much the same size as mine and stood out like hard pink bullets, appearing incongruously large on the small pillows on which they rested.  Now her poor face was entirely buried under Miss Hailsham muscular hindquarters.  I was worried she might suffocate but her mouth was obviously still working.

“Watch this please, Sir Thomas.”  She leant forward and grasped the end of the dildoe sticking from my daughter’s sex.  Vigorously she manipulated it back and forth, drawing muffled moans from Georgina.  After five or six strokes she paused.

“And now this...”  She seized the end of the smaller rod and pulled it out before ramming it back in.  The effect was immediate: Georgina shoved her bottom up as much as she could in her bound position and squealed into Miss Hailsham’s sex.  They were unmistakeably sounds of need and pleasure.  Oh please, not her as well!  Within a minute the poor girl’s body stiffened in climax and she let out a loud groan of release.

“It works every time, Sir Thomas.  Tongues, fingers or objects in her arsehole: all have that effect.  And I did not tell you to stop sucking, little slut.  Just because you come does not mean you stop sucking.” The movements between her thighs recommenced.

“Well, my dear, you have at least one thing in common with your daughter,” Sir Thomas teased.  “Besides being unable to control your baser urges, I suppose.

I sobbed.  It felt as if my life had ended.

“I hope she is being rinsed regularly,” he continued cheerfully.

“Yes, Sir.  Three pints in the morning and three at night.  She derives pleasure from it: as I said anything in that hole is a source of ecstasy for the little strumpet.”

“Who does she have as a maid?”

“Mrs. Jones gave her Eliza, Sir Thomas.  The girl is not a lesbian but she is remarkably broad-minded and has Miss Georgina well in hand.”

“Shaving?  I see she still has her little bush.”  And indeed the blonde curls on her mound were still intact.

“Just the cuntlips at this point, sir.  Her hair is so fine it takes only a little work.  And her future husband might notice its complete absence.”

“It would grow back in time, but you may have a point.”

For a couple of minutes the scene remained as if frozen, the only movements being the muffled working of Georgina’s mouth and my heaving sobs.  Then suddenly Miss Hailsham stiffened and let out three short gasps.  She had clearly just climaxed under my daughter’s ministrations.

“Good,” said Sir Thomas behind me, “now bring Miss Georgina off again, and then we can leave mother and daughter to get to know each other.”

Miss Hailsham swung herself off Georgina and kneeling beside the bound body seized the ends of both dildoes and worked them enthusiastically.

Georgina’s head was now hanging down of the end of the chaise and her face was smeared with her tormentor’s juices.  She was flushed red and her eyes were screwed shut.

“Ah!  Ah! Aaaah!” My daughter wailed her climax out loud.

“Can she manage it again or does she need time to recuperate?” My husband sounded inquisitive.

“Almost immediately, Sir Thomas! Watch,” replied Miss Hailsham.

She continued her efforts and within minutes Georgina stiffened again and squealed her next pinnacle.

“Well, there’s another thing you have in common with your daughter, dearest, it must run in the family.” He was teasing me most cruelly.  “Please release Miss Georgina.  And let us go; you may give me any other observations you have in the library.”

Miss Hailsham stood and moved to a nearby chair where she picked up her drawers and slipped them on and then stepped into her dress before reaching behind to effortlessly fasten it. Then she did an unexpected thing. She knelt to undo the braids of hair tied to the chaise legs and while she was doing it she leant down to kiss Georgina fiercely.

“Well done, little Georgie, very well done!”  I noticed that Georgina kissed her back with a melting openness that was all acceptance.

In a trice the dildoes were extracted and the ropes were undone and my poor girl rolled onto her side and slid onto the floor where she lay weeping quietly.  Sir Thomas, Miss Hailsham and Mrs. Jones all left the room and I ran to scoop my poor thing up in my arms.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she kept moaning and then I started saying the same thing and soon we were both crying in each other’s arms.

In a little while I was shushing her and trying to get her calm.  I looked round around the room and saw no clothes whatever for Georgina.  I was suddenly furious.  I pulled her up to a nearby settee; I would not use the chaise as it was still festooned with ropes and dildoes.   I rang the bell and in a few moments Eliza appeared.

“Bring Miss Georgina’s clothes,” I barked.

She stared at me and at Georgina huddled naked on the sofa.  “I am not sure that is allowed...”

“Are you telling me that my daughter is not allowed clothes?  Are you disobeying me?” I was enraged.

“Miss Hailsham tells me what is allowed,” she continued defensively. 

She was not even being polite. “Get out of my sight.  You will be back in two minutes with her clothes.  And I want Mrs Jones here within five minutes.  You had better start running.”

She fled my sight and in moments was back with a short dress of the type I was familiar with from my own punishments.  It was better than nothing.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am, this is what Miss Hailsham has ordered her to wear.”  Finally she was remembering her manners, but I was still beside myself.

“Get Mrs. Jones, now!” She ran once more.

As I awaited her arrival I helped poor Georgina on with the damned outfit.  It was a lovely blue to set off her eyes, but it was short and sleeveless.  The décolletage which on mine pushed up my breasts and so half-revealed them could do no such thing for my daughter’s tiny breasts. In her case the bust line had been cut entirely below her high breasts leaving them completely exposed and framed in the ruffled hem.  Her nipples stood out hugely on the little bumps.  It was scandalous in the extreme.

Mrs. Jones arrived soon dragging Eliza with her.  I explained the girl’s impertinence.  Eliza was crying by now.

“I apologize for her rudeness, Lady Caroline.  Shall I have her birched?” this drew pleadings from the maid.

“No, I want her working drawer-less in a short uniform of the variety Rose was wearing until I give orders otherwise.  And if you cheek me one more time girl I will have Mrs. Jones tear your bush off with a pair of tweezers.  Am I quite clear?”  I knew I was taking my impotent fury out on the girl, but I did not care at that point.  I had been angry with her the moment Miss Hailsham had described her as ‘having Georgina well in hand’.

“Yes, your ladyship.  I am so sorry, please forgive me.”  She was in floods of tears.

“And is this dress necessary, Mrs. Jones?” I waved at Georgina’s naked breasts.

“Sir Thomas has said that Miss Hailsham is to decide on Miss Georgina’s dress and activities.  I am sorry, Lady Caroline.” 

“That will be all then.  Please leave us and have Eliza bring us tea when she is properly attired.”

Georgina and I spent the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon alone, talking. We took tea and then lunch in the nursery, both served by a shame-faced Eliza, now in her short uniform.  I was still not happy with her.  Her breasts, unlike my child’s, were at least half covered.

I explained what had befallen me here in more or less complete detail, leaving out only the most appalling humiliations visited upon me.  She listened wide-eyed and sympathetically.

Then she told me of being forced to confront her Sapphic tendencies.  Miss Hailsham had offered her no chance to build any defences and through use of the crop and the strap had forced her to submit.

“But are you sure that you really want that sort of attention?”  I was still not sure of her nature.

“Very sure, Mama,” she insisted. “You saw me just now.  She possesses me completely and I cannot resist.  I do not want to resist.  I love her.”

“You cannot love her.”  I was terrified of the thought.  She must marry Lord Llanbedr.  “I must get you away from here.”

“No, I will not leave.  I will stay here.”  Her determination was marked and there were tears in her eyes.  “And they made me write to Emma and invite her here.”

“Emma?”

“Miss Emma Missenden, my friend from school.  She is looking for a post as a paid companion and I they made me write to her and offer her the position as my companion.  I sent her money so that she can come directly.  Oh mother, I am so scared for her.”  She was crying again.

“Is she... is she... lesbian?”  I did not know what to say.

“I don’t know, we kissed once, but lots of girls do that just to see what it will feel like when a man does it.  Oh God, I don’t know...”

By late afternoon we were talked out and Sir Thomas sent word that we were both expected at dinner.

It was a stilted affair as Georgina sat there in her short dress with her breasts in full view of her stepfather.  Miss Hailsham and I were at least respectably dressed.  I was wary of them all; Sir Thomas was jovial, Miss Hailsham polite and Georgina silent unless spoken to.  It was not a success.

Later as we got into bed I demanded of Sir Thomas why he had done it.

“I will tell you once I am inside you.  Get in the saddle, my dear.”

I straddled him and lowered myself onto him.  He was big and hard and I was barely damp at all, which is not like me as usually the sight of his body makes me instantly receptive.  My mind was elsewhere.  After a little while I managed it though and lay myself down with my breasts squashed on his chest and his hairy pelt tickling my nipples. And we began the slow steady back and forth movement I loved so well.

“Your daughter is a lesbian. It is better she comes to terms with it now.  Or she will spend a miserable and frustrated life.  She will make her husband and her household unhappy and will end up an embittered shrew.  This way she knows where her pleasures lie.  She can give her husband what he wants while discreetly satisfying herself elsewhere.  Miss Hailsham and Mrs. Jones can teach her how.”  He was deeper now and I was wetter.

“I do not recall Mrs. Jones being discreet, either with her mistress or her husband. Aaah...”  I was beginning to feel so warm, a little fire erupting in my belly.

“She was younger then and had no one to teach her.  I think she was angry and careless.  Miss Georgina must be neither.”

“Then you still think Georgina should marry Lord Llanbedr? Oooh...”

“More than ever...  He is the sort of man who will never notice as long as he has his way.  She can bear him a couple of sons and spend the rest of her life between some woman’s thighs.  But you will be obedient, won’t you, wife?”

“Aaah!  Oooh!  Yes... Yes, I will be obedient... Uungh!”  And with that the first of my climaxes washed me away.  True to his form it was just the first of many.  He had smashed my life to pieces and yet held me helplessly in his arms.