In volume I of Emily Havercock’s diary we discovered that, beneath the veneer of respectability and prudishness that shrouded Victorian society, there seethed a desire for spankings, birching and sexual enjoyment, both sapphic and heterosexual.
This first entry is free to read, as is the initial entry in Volume I. Further entries will appear as they are deciphered and, as they reveal explicit details of all manner of indecent goings on, they will be for paid subscribers.
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I was somewhat disconcerted at Alexander’s announcement that his stepsister, Alice Blackthorne, intended to pay us a visit. Although a forthright woman and a devotee of the sexual practices we all now indulged in, she had demonstrated on her last visit that she was very strong willed. Should she take offence at my now effectively ruling the household, I could see that I might have a fight on my hands to retain my position.
The Horsham’s Brougham carriage rattled to a stop outside the front door. This time Alice had chosen to travel to the country by train and John, the groom, had been dispatched to collect her from the station some twenty miles away.
Alexander, Arabella and I were positioned on the doorstep to meet her. I had ensured that Arabella had assumed a position beside Alexander, as propriety dictated that is were a wife should stand even though she had relinquished the position of Mistress of the house. I was standing a pace behind them and to their left.
John leapt down from the driver’s seat and opened the door. Alice emerged, as elegant as ever, her blonde hair swept up into a modern style. Her steel blue eyes gave no hint as to what sort of a reception I was to receive.
She was followed out of the carriage by a short, rather squat man, maybe a little older than her, with a pleasant, rounded face and grey hair that showed no thinness of age.
“My dears,” Alice said as she straightened her dress after descending from the carriage. “What a taxing journey. Even the first class carriages are full of the most unlikely people.” She embraced Alexander. “And then the trip from the station; such poor roads.” She kissed Arabella’s cheeks. “The only highlight being that I had such a handsome driver.” She turned to me.
Even knowing Alice’s propensity for being forthright, the last comment stunned me; that she should make it was not a total surprise, but that she should make it in the presence of the man who I assumed was her husband was.
Alice took my hand. “Step forward, my dear. From what I have read in Alexander’s letters, we are all of the same mind here and your correct place is in line with the family.”
I was somewhat relieved at her approach. “It is delightful to see you again…” I paused.
“Alice,” she smiled and her blue eyes twinkled. “And this is my husband, Richard Blackthorne.”
“I am so pleased to finally meet you, Mistress Havercock,” he said, bowing.
“You are most welcome here,” I said, somewhat taken aback by his form of address.
Alice turned to Alexander. “My dear brother, I do so enjoy your letters.” She kissed him again. “Shall we go inside?”
We parted like opening doors and Alice walked into the hallway. I was more than a little amused by the way Mr Blackthorne meekly followed his wife in the introductions; a complete reversal of what I had observed in other social gatherings.
Joanna was waiting in the hallway to take the Blackthornes’ coats and hats. “Thank you, my dear,” Alice said. “I understand you are another vital member of this household.”
Joanna blushed. “I hope so, Madam,” she said as she curtsied.
Alice turned to her husband and Alexander. “I expect the gentlemen would like to retire to the study to smoke a cigar and talk about business.” She smiled at Arabella and me. “We ladies will retire for tea in the drawing room.”
We sat in three armchairs grouped around a small table. Joanna entered and placed the tea things on the table. She turned and was about to leave the room when Alice spoke to her. “I understand that this is most unusual, but having read my step-brother’s letters, perhaps you would like to take a seat over there in case we need you.”
Joanna retreated into the shadows in the corner and sat on a dining chair.
Alice took hold of Arabella’s hand. “Are you happy, my dear?” she asked.
“Oh, yes,” Arabella said, relaxing slightly. She glanced quickly at me. “I am finding life most stimulating under Emily, Miss Havercock’s tuition.”
“Good,” Alice said. “And I know my brother is happy; the house is being run well and the estate, small though it is, well managed, thanks, in no small part to you, Emily.” She turned back to Arabella. “Emily has performed so well I would like her to visit me in London.”
Arabella gasped.
“I assure you that she will not be away long, a week maybe two at the most. To ensure that your and Alexander’s tuition continues, I think she will be able to train Joanna to continue your instruction. From what I have read, she has already begun that. I will, of course, offer guidance in that whilst I am here.”
There was silence in the room. Alice looked across at Joanna, who had a startled look mixed with an impish grin on her face.
“May I ask what the purpose of my visit is to be?” I asked.
“I will explain more in due course,” Alice said, smiling. “For now I will say that my husband has been blessed with immense wealth and a small cock. Although the assets he has he uses very well; both the financial and physical ones. I am in a position to increase his financial assets if not his physical. It is the financial ones that you may be able to help me with.”
I looked at her somewhat perplexed. Was she thinking of hiring me as a bookkeeper? Alice gave no further clue as to her intentions and the conversation turned to more mundane matters.
Later, when Alice and her husband had retired to their rooms to recover after the journey, I visited Arabella in hers. I found her lying on her bed dressed only in her shift and drawers. She immediately rose and kissed me fervently.
I could feel her fingers pulling at the buttons of my dress. After some struggling, she pulled it off with the air of a child ripping open a present on Christmas Day. Divested of my outer garments, her hands were free to roam under my chemise, for, as was my custom, I wore no corset.
I sighed as her fingertips sought out my nipples before she tugged at the thin material, lifting it up so that she could apply her mouth to the rapidly swelling teats. Her fingers, freed from my breasts, slid down between my legs and began to explore my moistening quim, sending shivers through me.
With some urgency she dropped to her knees. Untying my draws before ripping them down, she applied her mouth to where her fingers had moments before been. I sagged at the knees and clung to her hair as her mouth enveloped me, her lips and tongue working like a woman who has been denied a meal for weeks.
My head swam as I found myself close to release. With Arabella still limpet like against my sex, I managed to swing the both of us around so I could collapse onto the edge of the bed. I spread my legs and, with my feet resting on the floor, lay back to enjoy the mounting sensations.
Arabella, having been in this position so many times before, was now skilled in applying her mouth and tongue to exactly the right spots. By instinct she knew the moment to add her fingers to the mix, curling them inside me.
My body arched off the bed. I felt spasms shooting through me. My muscles tensed, gripping Arabella’s fingers as if trying to lock us together. The room swirled and darkened as I let go. Barely had one release washed over me when she brought me to another with her frantic attentions.
I collapsed back down onto the bed, my muscles weak; my body felt like one of the cook’s jellies. Arabella released me and crawled onto the bed to snuggle in beside me. There was no sound in the room save for my breathing as it slowly returned to normal.
“I will miss the sweet taste of your quim,” Arabella said, her mouth close to my ear.
I frowned. I had to admit, when not administering correction to both her and Mr Horsham, I had become accustomed to visiting Arabella’s room for the first course of my sexual delight. She would apply her mouth and fingers to my opening, raising me to such heights of passion that I would then visit her husband’s room to make use of his cock for the second course.
The urgency with which she had applied herself this afternoon meant that I was completely satiated and I hoped that I would recover my strength before the dinner gong sounded.
“It will only be for a week or two,” I said. “And besides, Joanna will be able to continue your tuition and ensure that your and your husband’s penance is paid.” I smiled. “And have you not tasted Joanna’s?”
“Yes, but that was under your instruction.” She paused for a moment. “It was part of my penance. A very enjoyable part.” She wriggled against me. Her face creased as she thought for a moment. “It is like sampling wines. Joanna’s is pleasant, but yours is an exceptional vintage,” she giggled, her fingers once again straying into the dark triangle of my pubic hair.
“In which case I shall leave you and Joanna explicit instructions as to how and what acts you are to perform. You will follow them as if I were here. If I find I am away for any longer, I will send you letters detailing what actions you must and must not take. You will obey them as if I were in the room.”
I sat up before Arabella could apply any more stimulation to my nervous system. “But first we must train Joanna and find out what Alice has planned.”
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The Bookshop - Caning the Maid
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December 2, 2023
Caning the maid is an excerpt from my first full length novel The Bookshop. It is a complete scene, not just a teaser, so won’t leave you hanging but hopefully you will want more.
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