“Oh, how weally howwid you are, Helen. You have chosen the best woom first, and I shall be on my own now, and all because you are nice to Papa and keep kissing him.”
When Miranda was excited, she frequently fell into a lisp that many thought sounded exceedingly attractive, as indeed it did now.
“Really, what a big story you are, Miranda! Papa only kissed me to make me favour the room, and I don't know how horrid you could be, hiding and watching as you did!”
“Weally, Helen, I shall tell Mama!”
“I shall beat you if you do, and I shall take the birch to you!”
“Now, what is this?” Pamela demanded, entering the room of a sudden. Sir Richard would have escaped in his confusion, had she not been clutching him in the very place which most aroused his emotions.
Seeing them, both girls blushed brightly and Helen sat down on her bed with a squeal, for she had been in the act of trying on a dress and wore only a brief chemise that displayed half her breasts and almost all of her lovely legs to perfection.
The Bromleys' tradition of “closing ranks”-long learned through the years as the best way of defending and keeping what was rightfully or unrightfully theirs- sprang into being. Miranda denied she had said anything and stuck so gallantly to her tale, to Pamela's secret admiration, that she was merely despatched to her room and told to stay there.
“How ungrateful you are, Helen. Your dear Papa attends as best he can to your needs and has already spoken to me of the necessity of refurnishing this room to your taste. Yet all you can do is to indulge in common quarrels.”
“Oh, I did not!” Helen protested. “Please let me put on my dress!”
A certain trembling made itself felt inside Pamela, who considered that she was about to venture the most daring thing she had ever done. However, she comforted herself that Helen could not but benefit thereby and indeed obtain untold delights.
“As to your kissing your Papa, Helen, I can say nothing of it but praise. However, you have made Miranda more than a little jealous, and for this reason it was thought best for you to have your own room so that there need be no more prying. For yes, 'twas I, dear Helen, who helped persuade Sir Richard that you would then both be the better accommodated in all respects,” Pamela said, more to the utter astonishment of the said gentleman than his shapely offspring, who obtained still a few shades of innocence, though it was shedding fast.
But a short time before, while Pamela had been listening at the summerhouse, Sir Richard had entered his daughter's new room and, amidst a quite enlivening conversation, had so cuddled and embraced her that he was to be found in the state he now was. In truth, it was he who had assisted in the removal of a blushing Helen's dress and was on the point of kissing her proud bubbies-half unveiled as they were-when Miranda had come upon them. At which point Sir Richard had made a hasty if somewhat muddled departure.
Blushing not a little, Helen now declared her intention never to raise her voice or quarrel again no matter how she was provoked. Pamela then moved to sit on the bed beside her. She had been minded for a moment to give Helen some twitching with the birch in order best to admonish her, but of a sudden she saw no reason for it. They were alone and without fear of interruption for at least sufficient time to ensure that Helen received her first injection without delay.
With Sir Richard standing by and with his cock at full rise-the reason for which Pamela was now in no doubt-the moment was indeed nigh.
Chapter ten
Quite thrown into a turmoil by the news that the first of their sacrificial lambs had not proven to be who they thought she was, Agnes and Edmund partook each of a large glass of sherry.
“You say she is a different girl, Carrie? Then who was the last one?”
“I know not, sir-I only knows that this one is from the village because I seen her often enough. A sprightly young thing, she is, and pretty as a piece of Dresden china.”
“She came alone?”
“Yes, sir, that she did. I took a look out of the windows-no one there.”
“Very well, show her in.”
Then entered Pamela Pink, whose name was echoed by the tinge of colour which rose in her cheeks as she stood in waiting surveyed from head to toes by the Vicar.
What he saw he liked, and what he liked he intended to see more of. More sherry was then dispensed and a little jollity obtained while he extracted information from the girl concerning her age, her fiance, and her parentage. All of this he solemnly noted down, frowning and nodding from time to time as if all were of the utmost importance.
“Now, my dear, my sister has something to convey to you,” he boomed, whereat Agnes rose and seated herself beside the girl and whispered something in her ear. Pamela's blushes rose anew.
“Oh yes, Miss, I sees the bull and the cows do it, and he goes at them right proper, up behind them he is, and pushing it in and out,” Pamela declared frankly as a country girl might, for such things were hidden from no eyes as wished to see. Besides, her mother had warned her and advised her to listen to all the Vicar said and to do in all respects what he said. And as for his sister, Pamela knew it must be right and proper for her to be the same, so she made no objection when Agnes enfolded her with one arm about her shoulders. In fact it was nice and comforting, and the Vicar was smiling at her, so she knew she was doing right.
Agnes whispered to her again, and Pamela Pink looked first at the Vicar and then at the carpet.
“Oh no, Miss, I wouldn't do nothing like that, not ever,” she replied.
However, conscience seemed to overcome her, for with a quick, sly glance at Edmund, who sat waiting for the further trial of Priapus to commence, Pamela whispered something back, though not so softly that it escaped the twitching ears of the Vicar.
“But he 'as put it in my mouth, Miss, and I likes that. It came out all bubbly and warm, like thick cream it were. He groaned and he quivered and it run down my chin. Did I do wrong, Miss?”
“Oh, no, Pamela, and we may as well speak up now. You see, you must be anointed properly with that selfsame liquor before you are married, but I fear that your Ted did it by the wrong route in his ignorance. Poor fellow-he could have had so much more joy of it and you, too-though the mouth is a very sweet place to put it from time to time. Still, there is no harm done, for that is why you are come here to be anointed with His Reverence's liquor. You say your Ted has a big one?”
“Nary as big as the bull's, Miss, but enough so I can't hide it if I puts two hands around it.”
“Edmund, I feel we must help this dear child without delay. In this instance, I feel, the arm of the sofa would make the best altar of love. Oh, Pamela, what pleasure you will have from it!”
“Oh, sir! Miss! Oh, it's a big one just like Ted's!”
“Of course, my pet. Display it to her well, Edmund. You see the veins starting out all around the shaft and the big balls beneath, Pamela? They were destined for the pleasure of girls such as you, and Edmund will show you best how to entertain it, and where. Now, my dear, if you will rise with me and take off your dress, I am sure we shall see a display underneath which will quite make the Vicar's tool quiver to anoint you.”
“Oh, Miss! Sir! What are you at? What are you doing to me!”
“Be quiet, you silly girl-did not your parents tell you to follow the Vicar's instructions to the letter? There, what pretty thighs, what lovely breasts, and oh, what a sweet dell!”
“Miss, no! I don't want to be naked like this! Oh, you'll ruin my stockings, and I've only got the one pair for best!”
“Hush, dear, for we shall replenish your wardrobe. Over the arm of the sofa with you. My goodness, if you kick you will receive such a spanking, and all then will be reported to your poor Mama and Papa. Head down, shoulders down-right into the seat so that your bottom sticks up well. There, yes, ah! what a picture.”