CHAPTER 12
Our baggage was returned. Harry came back with Jenkins, and the servant brought it up. He entered first my room and gazed at me with awe as though I might be a Princess in The Tower.
'We got 'em all, Miss. Bit of a fuss there was, but they stayed back. The master, he wouldn't have no truck with nonsense-nor would Y.
'I am so grateful, Jenkins. Bring them in, please do. I cannot lift them, or I would myself.' 'You don't have to do that, Miss.
It's what I'm here for, humping, carrying, and helping out. I don't grumble at it, though. It's a good life. Good beer, good vittals.
There is many as does not have those'. 'Is that your whole life, Jenkins? Is there nothing more that you desire?' 'Miss, there are many things a man desires, but dares not speak of them. When I was younger, I was put to ladies by the score-led in like a prize bull and did my deed, my service as I calls it. Well enough they praised me'.
'I am sure they did'. I felt myself upon the point of indiscretion and made room for him as he hauled the trunks within. A nervous itching was within me that I could not properly control, yet I was out of place with this rough man-wanted to die from him, not yet.
I wished myself a calmness that I did not have. Ten inches, Aramintha had proclaimed. I wondered nervously and naughtily as to the truth of that, and tried to turn my thoughts to otherness, but Jenkins seemed to sense my wondering, and hovered as he brought the last bag in. I turned my back, clasped my hands and brought my knuckles to my mouth like a child eager to open a parcel, and yet too excited to. 'I know what you're thinking, Miss, if I may make so bold. I seen it happen often. There's no harm to it. I wouldn't assault your person if you did not want. As to my freedom in respect of such, Miss Aramintha lets me have it full'. The last sentence, coming so quaintly to my ears, brought me to giggle, whereat I also blushed and dropped my head, still biting on my knuckles as I did. 'Does she?' I forced the words out, but I could not turn. He stepped away from me. I heard the key turn in the lock and would have screamed, and would have screamed, but held my tongue and-yes-my breath as well. 'You be nice and quiet, Miss-that's the best', I heard. I gasped out a little 'Oh!' and felt his large hands on my shoulders. 'Do not!', I gritted, hunched my shoulders, but he held them still. 'You has to move away, Miss, if you will not- that's the rule. A good one as it is. It gives consent without the words, you see. Tell you a good few stories, that I could, about such things.' 'I don't know what you mean', I burbled, but I did not move. His hands slid slowly down my back, curved underneath my bottom, and he held me there- my 'plum' again upon two lordly palms. Surely he would not ask me, dare not ask, if I had learned to kiss?-'J… J… J… J…!', I stammered, for his hands were carefully drawing up my skirt, calves bared, and then my knees, and then my stocking tops. 'Handsome legs you got, Miss-boo-tiful! Let's see your bum now. Don't be frit of words. My goodness, what a peach-a split peach, as I bin taught to call it, and it's true. I seen yours wobble as you walk, not fat but tight. Round as the moon, it is'. 'I w… won't let you, Jenkins!'-but my little cry dissolved in air as soon as it was spoke. I had not moved an inch. My toes were curled inside my shoes, my eyes half closed, his palms a-soothing round my bared, plump cheeks. 'OOOH!' came from me. He drew the cheeks apart and held me swaying, teetering. 'I can be rough or tender with you, Miss. Now that you've let me bare your bum. That is the rule of it, in this house and in others that I've bin. Some ladies like it rough, they do, but others not. Now roll your cheeks, Miss, on my palms. Lean back agin me-come up on tiptoe'.
'I can't!', I wailed. A small, thin wail that never would have escaped the door. 'Papa had said 'on tiptoe'-he had. 'I got a fair belt on, Miss. I can bring it to your arse, if that you want.
Some girls prefer it. Both my daughters do'. I turned, I did not mean to turn. I needed comforting, as Jane had said she needed or preferred. My hot face pressed into his shoulder-blind my eyes.
Tilting, my hands perched like two sparrows on his brawny shoulders, I came up on tiptoe while he cupped my arse again. It was a rare word to me then, and yet I used it to myself. More blatantly than I thought I could, I moved the silky bulb upon his palms. 'You haven't really, Jenkins? Do they? Do they really do?' 'As soon as they were ripe, Miss, yes. I scorched their bottoms several times, and then they saw the stand I had on me, a cockstand that I mean, and I saw that they saw' 'Just tell me, Jenkins. Talk to me'. 'Ah, you likes a bit of naughty talk! Well, many do. I'm up to it myself; it stirs the senses really well. Bertha-she were seventeen-and Mary was younger by two years. They used to roll their bottoms when I strapped them-sobbed they did, but never really howled. Their mother always told them to be quiet, you see, and when they were I give 'em only a dozen, not a score such as they often needed, traipsing all about and being idle, kicking up a dust about their shoes and frocks.
A man like me, Miss, don't have the coins to spend on such. Don't squeeze your bumcheeks, Miss, too tight. Just let me get my finger in'. 'Ooooh, Jenkins!' The thick tip of his digit in my rose. It moved around the puckered rim, then slipped quite delicately in. I absorbed an inch of it, then it was still. 'What did they say, do, Jenkins, when you d… d… d… did this?' 'It's the first surprise of it that catches them. You straps them, gets their bottoms hot, then whirls them round upright and corks them with your fingertip. Beat at me first with her fists did Bertha until I growled at her and told her as she yet might have another dose. Did all her sobbing then, she did. I held her corked like this, Miss, then I lifted her chemise and felt her titties. Nice and round they were, the nipples up and sparky from the strap. First time I gives her just a kiss or two and eased my finger in and out, but not enough to startle her too much. Her knees sagged, and I knew she had the feel of it.'
'It makes me d… d… dizzy, Jenkins!' 'Course it does-and holds you helpless, don't it, all a-stirring in your belly. Yes, I knows the way of it all right. She felt my cock, as you can, through my clothes. Fair frantically it ticked, but then I eased my finger out and told her to get dressed. I was in a rare state, that I tell you, so was she. Her face was flushed. I saw her eagerness'. 'And then you did it to her?' 'No, Miss, no. I knew she'd be expectant more, the next time that the leather scorched her cheeks. I told my wife, and asked her what to do. You'd better let me kiss you, Miss. I likes to feel the tongues of girls when they're coming up on heat'.
'I can't, no, Jenkins!' Even as I spoke, I roamed my hand down to his great projection, felt its enormous length and girth beneath his trouser cloth, and allowed my lips to come beneath his own. Timid my tongue. He growled into my mouth, snapped my head back and sought it, sucked it in, making me so swoony that he had to hold me up by invading my bottomhole a little more. I sobbed with pleasure and he liked the sound. '“Martha,” she said to me, “You give it to the girl, if that she needs. Farm boys will cover her, if you don't first”. I took her word for it and had the girl upstairs that night.
Real coy she were. She knew what she were in for. “No, I won't", she says, and sets to giggling when I got her dress off, but I saw she had a fresh chemise on, so expected it. I had to lambast her first, Miss, and she knew I did'. My eyes were rolling up into my head. My bottom-hole was open to his finger's probe, felt hot and spongy, ready to receive. 'Oh, Jenkins, take me on the bed!' 'I will that, Miss. Now, lie upon the bed, your legs apart. I likes to see 'em thus, bush boldly shown and belly nice and flat and thighs held wide'.