Sighing even deeper, though he knew not why, Thomas expressed a similar sentiment and was vaguely petulant at the removal from his palm of his wife's plump bottom. Ascending to his study, where he spent many hours, he sighted yet another round and comely rump that belonged to Geraldine, his wife's sister. Many was the time he had almost yielded to temptation by fondling its ripe cheeks, but ever he feared the consequences.
All the damned women needed to be tamed, he told himself with vague surprise. The girls were at one moment frisky and at another shy. He could not make head or tail of them and was minded sometimes to put them to the birch.
Sitting down at his desk, Thomas Tomkins became ever more aware that his cock had risen thickly in a manner he never normally knew it to do at such an hour-or indeed any hour beyond the marital bed. Damned if he shouldn't exercise it more. The hours seemed very long indeed until the morrow, when they might or might not hear again from the deliciously charming girl whose eyes were so magnetic.
A sound at the door disturbed his reveries, unusual as they were, and he rose, quite forgetful of the extreme prominence in his trousers. Casting open the door, he was confronted by Geraldine, who promptly coloured up at the sight of what was presented to her, for, wearing no jacket, Thomas had nothing wherewith to hide his rude exposure which presented something of the aspect of a tentpole beneath the straining cloth.
“Oh, I but came to ask you for a q… q… quill,” stammered Geraldine. “I have not one,” she finished lamely as a firm hand drew her within and closed the door. Unable to move this way or that, she blushed with spinsterish modesty, though quite unable to conceal another quick downward glance of her eyes which Thomas did not fail to see.
Amazed at his own boldness, he thereupon slid his hand between the door and Geraldine's bottom and with increasing excitement savoured the firm contours of its cheeks while pressing his uprisen cock against her thigh.
“A q… q… q… quill,” Geraldine stuttered again, quite believing herself in a dream. Her loins stirred despite herself at the gentle fondling, and again she felt his prick burning through her dress above her stocking top.
“I have a quill, but no inkpot to put it in,” Thomas heard himself say with some surprise and drew her chin up so that her mouth hovered but an inch beneath his own. Her eyes appeared quite glazed, he thought. Her breasts felt particularly delicious-plump and round and firm as pumpkins.
“No-oh!” Geraldine gasped faintly and all but swooned as his mouth defended upon her own while with crafty guile he urged his longing tool more closely against her.
For a moment or two, it seemed to him that she relaxed. His lips swam in the wonder of her own, and then, with increasing desire, he squeezed her bottom tighter, the entire warmth of her womanhood appearing to him but a blatant invitation to put her promptly over his desk and have no further nonsense from her.
However, Geraldine thought otherwise. The pulsing rise of excitement within her was wicked and had to be stilled, she knew. Thrusting him away, she turned about, fumbled with the door and sobbed, “Oh no! Not even if you birched me!” and was gone, thereby leaving Thomas to tremble mightily lest she run immediately to Adelaide. To his relief, however, naught but a silence came, save for the occasional chattering and giggling from his daughters somewhere beyond. The whole damned tribe of them ought to be birched, he thought grumpily, and nursed his stiff frustration with a fretful hand as he gazed out of the window upon his estate.
Therefore, when Pamela duly arrived the next morning upon the hour of eleven, there was much excitement and interest while her trunks and boxes were unladed, for Sir Richard had not been ungenerous with his gifts. Having learned the ways of the gentry, Pamela waited not to see them being unloaded by footmen and houseboys, but repaired immediately to the study of her employer, who greeted her in such a fond manner that she knew herself well at home.
Terms being first arranged, as was her practical nature, Pamela then waited to hear whatever she might be asked, for questions about herself always intrigued her and she loved to consider her answer slowly before replying.
Thomas Tomkins, however, seemed pleased enough with all he saw and what he had already heard. There only remained the little matter of anything else she might need, he said.
Pamela had little need to consider that at leisure, for it was a simple one. She had left Helen, Miranda, Lavender, and Mary all perfectly satisfied and knew that she could do the same thing here.
“My needs will be simple, Mr. Tomkins,” she said. “Beyond my fees, there will be an allowance, the amount of which we can settle later when you know better the results of my work. As to other things, a few exercise books-for all your children must do their lessons-and, ah, yes, a birch. Or two, perhaps, for there is not always one to hand when one most needs it.”
“Yes, ah, yes, a b… b… birch,” Thomas stuttered, quite beside himself. “I will procure some without delay-this very day, in fact.”
“Please do-and now I will go and introduce myself to the girls,” Pamela said softly. Her hips gave a slight waggle as she departed, and Thomas Tomkins gazed after her with awe.
By Jove, he thought, Adelaide had been right. They would get on very well.