Date: Sat, 28 Dec 2013 18:02:36 +0800
From: JB
Subject: The Squire and His Lady - Part 4 Sidesaddle  TG/Teen

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The Squire and his Lady - Part 4 Side-saddle

We were still on the school summer break and all of the kids in our street
filled in time with swimming at the public baths, going to the beach and
cycling or walking around the district, anything that did not cost too much
for a bunch of working class kids.

We were a mixed bunch of kids ranging from around 12 to 16 and I fit squarely
into the middle of that range although physically I was below average size I
suppose. But I was wiry and energetic and always had plenty to say for myself.
Although I liked to dress in girlie clothes it was my secret and no one would say
that I was effeminate in my demeanor.

My friend Hilda lived just a few doors up the street from me and we used to go
for long walks in the country together. Hilda was a couple of years older than
me and a nice friendly girl, not terribly attractive in my eyes, with quite large
breasts for her age and the other kids used to tease her about it. Our
relationship was just friends and I had not had any sexual feelings towards her
whatsoever but we always seemed to end up doing things together and she
knew me pretty well.

On the Tuesday after my glorious weekend with Clive and Lady Deidre the
morning was warm with blue skies, so all the local kids hopped on our bikes
and we headed over to an ocean pool about an hour away from our street.
When we arrived we all burned off a lot of energy in and around the pool for
about an hour before I took a breather and lay on my towel on the grass at the
side of the pool and surveyed the people at the pool. It was a very working
class area and all the women seemed to be fat and ugly and old before their
time and there were very few men around as it was a work day for most of
them. With the sun shining on my back I could not helping thinking about the
previous weekend and I developed a little stiffie pushing into my towel and the
grass as I thought back to the happy memories.

I suppose I was drifting in my thoughts as I found myself staring at a solitary
gentleman, probably the only one who was quite attractive and he would have
been aged in his mid thirties. He was dark haired but with a smooth tanned
hairless chest and he looked toned and fit. He had a sketch pad on his knee
and had his back against a wall, he was actually quite attractive. Although I
looked away I found myself returning to look at him and he, in turn, was
reciprocating my glances. This exchange of glances continued for about half an
hour before our glances became an exchange of smiles as we both recognized
a mutual attraction. He suddenly stood upright and nodded in the direction of
the toilets, his intent was quite clear and, after a moment, I could not resist my
curiosity and I also went into the toilets. There were no other men around and
he was already at the urinal with his swimming trunks down and his half hard
penis exposed for my viewing pleasure. He gave me a lazy smile and asked if I
would like to feel it, an offer that was irresistible and I went to feel the weight
and the texture in my hand. My little dickette had already started to stir in
anticipation.

But suddenly I became aware of  the gross smell of the toilets and it all seemed
so sordid and my blooming erection wilted instantly, this was definitely not
what I wanted and I felt really ashamed of myself. I said that I had to go and I
turned on my heel and walked away, as I was walking away he called me a cock
tease and he was right of course, but it all seemed so cheap and  nasty.
 As I walked back to the other kids Hilda was watching me closely and asked
me what I had been doing in the toilets. I said that I had been for a wee of
course, what did she think that I had been doing? As I sat down next to her she
said, in a low voice that Mister Eric was an art teacher at her school and was a
well-known homosexual, was I a homosexual too? Well I had not exactly
pigeon holed my sexuality, although I certainly liked gentlemen. I was certainly
not going to admit that to her and I told her not to be silly. She gave me a long
look and then said ominously that she was not so sure but that she would find
out. I knew that I had not heard the last of that particular issue.

We played around the pool for another couple of hours and we were just
getting ready to leave when Eric waved me over to him. I casually sauntered
over to him conscious that Hilda would probably be watching  me and he asked
me if I wanted to see his sketches of me.  I was naturally curious as he showed
me his sketches. The first sketch that he showed me lying on my side but his
sketch showed me totally naked with a limp dick but  looking very sexy, he
flipped the pad and showed another of me at the feet of someone (presumably
him) admiring a hard penis with my mouth open, the last one showed me on
my knees, looking over my shoulder, spreading my bum cheeks and preparing
to receive a rampant penis, presumably his. I thought that they were incredibly
sexy and he had certainly captured my likeness as well as my desires and I
think I must have blushed.

However I was aware that Hilda was watching me and I needed to get away.
Before I ran off to join the group he told me that he lived at the white cottage
on the beachfront just down the road. I knew which one he meant because it
was quite isolated and had a horse paddock on either side.  In a low voice he
told me that if I wanted to model for him one day he would pay me for it. I
liked the idea but it was neither the time nor the place and I mumbled some
reply and ran off, but the sketches had certainly made an impression on me  -
which I guess was his intent. Hilda was catching carefully, she never said a
word but I could see her thinking.

The next day was wet and windy which was a great disappointment as it
curtailed my activities somewhat. My parents were at work and I had the
house to myself and I was just lounging on the settee reading a comic when
there was a knock on the door. Unsurprisingly it was Hilda asking if I wanted to
go to her house for a game of monopoly. Not having any other plans I went
along, her parents were also at work so it was just the two of us - as it
frequently was. However this day was going to be somewhat different as she
had other games on her mind, not that I was aware of that when I entered her
house.

Hilda found the Monopoly and told me to set it up while she went to the toilet
upstairs. They were quite posh having an upstairs toilet as our house just had a
toilet in the back yard. So I set the board up to play but Hilda was ages and
when she eventually came down she looked quite different, she had make up
on and I had never seen her in make up before. Also she had a blouse on that
showed a lot of cleavage and I suddenly knew where this was going and I
started to feel very uncomfortable. Actually despite the obvious offering I did
not really fancy her as she was not my type and she was not making the best of
herself with the make-up as it looked quite garish. Despite the make-up and
my reluctance Hilda was very clearly on a mission and she sat down next to me
(too close) and bent over to the monopoly board, allowing me to look down
her blouse, she looked up at me to catch me peeking, which she did of course.
She asked me if I liked what I saw, what could I say without hurting her
feelings? She fluttered her eyelashes and tried to look sexy, I was just feeling
embarrassed and I suppose it showed.

Returning to her theme of the previous day she asked me again if I was
homosexual and did I not like girls? This was a disaster and I was feeling
cornered. Did I like her breasts? Would I like to see them? What could I say?
And before I could even come up with an excuse her blouse was open and her
breasts were on display for me, she was obviously proud of them because they
were large and heavy, they were nice enough I suppose but so different from
those of Lady Deidre, Hilda's breasts had large diameter saucer type dark
nipples and I must confess to being curious. The Monopoly seemed to have
been forgotten.

In hindsight I suppose that Hilda just wanted to explore her sexuality and I was
the easiest target, I did not know how long her sexual thoughts about me had
been simmering but they certainly seemed to have been unleashed that day.
Although I did not find Hilda to be particularly appealing to me, nonetheless I
could not help it that my dickette started to swell and show a bulge in my
shorts.  Hilda noticed this straight away and placed her hand on my little
erection, she was very eager and within seconds she had my shorts around my
knees and my dickette was undergoing close examination. It did not help that
it continued to stiffen and she started to stroke it while she examined it. I
guess that at that time I just accepted that we would just have to see what
happened but I was not very comfortable.

She asked me if I would like to play with her titties and I reached out to them,
weighed one in my hand and I gently thumbed the nipple. She assertively
pushed my head towards them and I instinctively I circled my tongue around
them and gently sucked. She was continuing to massage my erection and now
she wanted to try to suck on it which seemed a good idea at the time. The only
thing that I had not anticipated was that Hilda was totally inexperienced, I had
always been sucked by adults who knew what they were doing, and
unfortunately Hilda did not. She tried enthusiastically to suck me but she was
quite rough and her teeth got in the way. It did not take much and my erection
shriveled and I used the excuse that it hurt which was only partially the reason.
I made a bit of a fuss and tugged my trousers back up. Hilda was very
disappointed and I said that she had nice breasts to try to smooth the rejection
and tried to get her to concentrate on the Monopoly but it was difficult as she
kept posing so that I could see down her blouse or up her skirt. At least she
had managed to make me erect and that I was not totally homosexual, it just
had not quite gone the way that she intended it to but she had made a start.
After about half an hour of hell I said that I had to get some shopping for my
mother and went home.

When I got home I kept thinking about her question about me being
homosexual, I had not really thought about it before. Obviously I liked men, I
adored sucking Clive's penis and I loved it when his manhood was deep inside
of me and he lost control and splashed his semen into me. I loved to please
him and I felt fulfilled when he bred me. He loved me in an uncomplicated,
lusty way and I felt truly cherished and protected when I was in his strong hairy
arms.

However I also loved Lady Deidre who was totally different, she was caring,
sensitive, intuitive and intelligent but our relationship was deeper and more
complicated. Deidre was so soft and tender and she smelt so sweet. Her kisses
made me melt and her womanhood was warm and inviting but intuitively I
knew that she struggled with her guilt when I wanted to please her sexually. I
knew that she genuinely enjoyed dressing me up as an attractive young girl
and that she appreciated looking at the results of her handiwork.

In comparison Clive was just an uncomplicated, good natured virile stallion
who was happy to breed me lustily whether I was dressed as a boy or a girl.
The common thread was that I loved them both and wanted to please them in
every way that I could. I suppose meant that I was bisexual rather than
homosexual but I was certainly more a bottom than a top.

Anyway the next few days dragged by as I waited impatiently for Friday to
come around and I could return to the Hall. The days were grey and miserable
and I struggled to keep out of Hilda's way, of course whenever I had a stiffie I
wondered whether I should go and see her again but I was concerned about
starting something that could become too complicated.

When Friday eventually arrived I hopped out of bed, did my chores and then
went to make sure that I was prepared for the weekend. I used my fathers
razor to shave around my bottom so that it was smooth and  there was not a
single hair in sight, I did the same with my arm pits and trimmed the few
sparse hairs around my dickette. I carefully carried out all my ablutions and I
was confident that I was as well prepared as I could be and I set off up the road
towards the Hall. The rain was teeming down and I wore a yellow anorak with
a hood to keep off the worst of the weather. I was just wearing shorts and
carrying a few things in a knapsack.

The kids in our street used to frequently hitch hike and we never had any
problem getting a lift as we were not seen as threatening. That is certainly not
something I would recommend today.

I soon had a lift but I had to walk the last few miles to the Hall and when I
arrived I was dripping. I could hear a piano in the lounge and hammering above
the garage in "my" apartment. Sean the farm laborer's motor bike and sidecar
were outside. I was familiar enough to let myself into the Hall and found a
towel to dry myself before I followed the sound of the music to find Lady
Deidre. Sure enough she was playing and when I walked in she gave me a shy
smile and raised her cheek to be kissed but continued playing. I do not know
what the tune was but it sounded quite sad. I did not want to disturb her and I
sat quietly on the floor with my head resting on her thigh while she finished
the melody.

When her Ladyship finished she stood up and I got up too. She was wearing a knee
length tweed skirt with a tight, woolen polo necked sleeveless top that fitted
her like a glove. Her little breasts stood out and I could see the beautiful
nipples under her bra. I supposed that I must have stared at her breasts for too
long because she said quite sharply to me that " gentlemen don't stare". I was
quite taken aback because she had never spoken sharply to me before and I
looked quite shocked. Seeing the expression on my face she was immediately
contrite and apologized saying that she was very self-conscious of her small
breasts and that she should not have snapped at me. I simply could not believe
it, I thought that her breasts were so beautiful, in fact I thought that she was
absolutely the most beautiful woman in the world and with my eyes shining I
told her exactly that. She could never have doubted my sincerity, after a
moment considering what I had said she clasped me to her with my head
pressing into the breasts that I had just been admiring. As usual she smelt of
powder and perfume and I could tell that she was fighting to control her
emotions as she continued to hug me tightly.

When she had her emotions under control she said that I was so kind and that
of course she knew that I loved her, she said that it was strange that each
person had what they themselves see as imperfections but the people who
love them do not see them at all. Again they were wise words, she knew that I
worried about my small package and she was offering me comparisons and I
understood what she was telling me. She told me that I was a beautiful little
boy and that I would charm the panties or pants off anyone at all but she said
that she had been feeling guilty about allowing me into her bed and she was
not sure that it could continue. I was horrified and I pleaded with her, I told her
that I loved her and I wanted to please her in bed I begged her not turn me
away.

She laughed, told me that I was an irresistible rascal using my charms to get
into her panties and with that she smacked my bottom with a loving tap and
told me to go and find Clive who would also want to see me. As I ran off I was
not at all sure whether she would allow me into her bed again but her last
words had sounded at least hopeful. She had just confirmed my suspicions
about her guilt but there was still hope for me yet.

By the time I arrived at my apartment the motor bike had disappeared and I
could hear Clive moving around above the garage. I ran up the stairs two at a
time and opened the door looking forward eagerly to seeing Clive again. Then
there he was, with a big grin on his face, tousled hair, check shirt open at the
neck and sleeves rolled up. His broad hairy arms were covered in sawdust and
he held them out to me and I ran across the room, threw my arms around his
neck and jumped up to wrap my legs around his waist and hugged him. He
smelt of sweaty man, not unpleasant but warm and comforting and I hugged
him tightly, we were both so glad to see each other again. He asked me if I had
missed him and I grinned and said "No not at all" and he laughed at the
obvious untruth. Setting me down he told me to have a look around the
apartment and see if it was to my satisfaction, leading me by the hand he
showed me the bathroom, I could not believe the transformation. Previously
there had been a chipped old bath and now there was a modern shower /
bath, a new toilet and what he called a bidet next to it. I had never seen a bidet
before and he had to show me how it worked. He said he thought that I would
appreciate it as he knew how fastidious about the cleanliness of my bottie.
They were both so thoughtful it brought tears to my eyes and I did not know
what to say, I just hugged him and the tears ran down my face. He lifted my
face to him and he kissed me gently on the lips and told me not to be silly. He
was bristly and sweaty but my heart was pounding and when we went back
into the bedroom I pushed him back onto the bed and sat on top of him and
leaned over to kiss him. I was sitting on top of his manhood and I felt it starting
to stir as I kissed him. I wanted to make love to him there and then but he
would not let me and he pushed me away saying that he was too dirty and
sweaty and that I would just have to wait. I pouted but he was quite adamant and
he said that he would send Lady Deidre over to help me choose some clothes
for dinner and with that he left me to explore the refurbished apartment.

I could not believe how much effort that they had made, it must have cost a lot
of money but the result was a very comfy, well equipped nest for me to use
when I was staying at the Hall. There was a nice double bed, couch and an
electric heater. The lockable chests with my girlie things were stored in a small
dressing room. They cared for me and money was not an issue for them and I
suppose I never really understood how much time and money they had spent
on me until years later.

I freshened up in the bathroom and tried out the bidet, I really enjoyed the
warm water on my bottie and I thought that they were an essential part of any
bathroom. I suppose that, at that time, bidets would have been very rare and
certainly largely unknown among the working class, I thought that they were
so practical and hygienic.

Some half an hour after Clive had returned to the Hall to shower and dress for
dinner, Lady Deidre knocked on my door. She was wearing a peach coloured
silk dressing gown and she asked if I would like her to help me dress for dinner
? Her Ladyship had various shopping bags which I guessed contained new girlie
goodies for me and she smiled when she saw me looking.  Unpacking the
various items she showed me each of the items which she had bought for me.
As usual my eyes went straight to the lingerie, they were always so delicate
and sexy in an understated sort of way. She showed me one pair of sheer
apricot coloured  panties which were beautiful and then she opened her
dressing gown to show me that she wore a matching pair. I liked the idea of
being dressed rather like her and I think that she had the same thoughts.
She had also bought some boy things and although  some of them were a little
feminine I thought but they were very attractive. I could not imagine wearing
them in my town as the other boys would certainly have ridiculed me. In
particular there was a pair of tight fitting grey shorts which were very clingy
and when I tried them on they showed my little boy bulge quite clearly and
were tight and clung to the shape of my bottom and waist...very feminine. I did
not really have time to try everything on as I had to dress for dinner and her
Ladyship wanted me to be a very glamorous little girl.

Sitting me in front of the dressing table she applied my makeup, painted my
nails and applied an unusual pale colored lipstick and when she put on my wig I
thought that I really looked beautiful.  Lady Deidre thought so too as she stood
back to admire her handiwork and she told me that I made a beautiful girl and
she loved my big eyes and full lips.  Since she had arrived at my apartment I
had struggled with my dickette getting stiff every time she got too close,
especially when her breasts were close to my face as she was doing my hair
and my makeup...she must have noticed but she studiously ignored it.

Selecting the apricot colored panties and a little matching padded bra she
added thigh length flesh coloured stockings and then my favourite little black
dress with small clip on earrings and a small fine gold necklace and bracelet.
One of her other purchases for me was a pair of shiny patent leather shoes
with a larger heel than I had worn before and they completed my outfit. I liked
the way that the heels emphasized the shape of my legs and I walked around
the room, hesitantly at first but with increasing confidence as her Ladyship
coached me.  It was initially harder than I thought but I soon managed to walk
sufficiently well for her to be satisfied. She did tell me that I should try to
spend some time practicing in front of the mirror and to carefully watch how
she walked. When she felt that I was presentable we walked over to the Hall
and went to her room while she too dressed for dinner.

I loved watching her prepare herself and it was clear that she was feeling a
little more relaxed as she sat in her bra and panties doing her make-up. She
was aware that I was studying her but she just smiled sympathetically to me
and I guessed that she was still a little guilty about snapping at me earlier in
the day. I was hoping that we might all sleep in the same bed that night but I
was too frightened to ask the question and I supposed that I would just have to
see what eventuated. She could have been in no doubt as to my desires as I
watched her every move.

When she was ready she asked me if I thought that she looked OK, I could only
nod dumbly as she looked stunning, elegant and so sexy in a very refined way.
Again her attire was very similar to my own and she was almost a larger
version of me, except that my hair was dark while hers was blonde. We walked
down the stairs to Clive who was looking up to us appreciatively; he was
wearing a kilt and Scottish regalia with a dirk in the top of his stocking. I had
not realized that his family had Scottish roots and I made a note to ask him
about it over dinner, I also wondered what he was wearing under the kilt and I
hoped to find out. He looked very manly and he beamed at us both as we
walked towards him.

Deidre had prepared dinner previously and she told me that Clive would serve
us ladies as a special treat. She had her arm around me and I felt that she was
making every effort to make me feel comfortable with them. Clive pulled out
our chairs as the perfect gentlemen and sat us down prior to serving dinner. He
poured us both a glass of wine, but of course mine was small and watered
down, but I appreciated their thoughtfulness. We started with a light soup and
they chatted amiably and they included me in the conversation. They were
curious as to what I had been doing for the past few days and wondered aloud
if I had missed them as much as they had missed me? They told me that they
had spoken about me nearly every night. Clive, who was often prone to being
too direct, said that they had both missed me from their bed. Deidre gave him
an angry look and told him not to be so coarse or make me feel embarrassed. I
blushed but I said softly that I had thought about them every single day -
which was the truth. When Clive cleared the first course and went to serve the
second course Deidre apologized for him being too forthright but told me that
they had indeed missed me, I felt warm and loved and I leaned over to kiss her
cheek in gratitude and I squeezed her hand. Coming back into the room Clive
saw that I was holding Deidre's hand and he smiled a kind and open smile. He
looked very attractive to me in his kilt and he had scubbed up well after his
hard work in the afternoon, I felt my dickette starting to stir.

Dinner was simple and there was a tasty desert and time flew by as we chatted
about everything. They told me that their plans were to attend an equestrian
event the next day and that we would be leaving early. It was my job to get up
early to feed and groom the horses so that we could set off before 8 AM. I was
to go with them to care for the horses.

It seemed strange but I always understood the difference between my paid
work and the deeper more personal relationship between us. When I was
being paid I dropped readily into the employee mode and I would never
presume to misuse our personal relationship. It was always Yes Sir or No
Ma'am even though I may have been lustily bred by Clive just a few hours
previously. I understood that I would need to go and earn my wages the next
morning before they rose and I had no problems with that.  At dinner the time
flew by and I enjoyed them involving me in their conversation and asking me
what I thought, they were very considerate and I tried not to make silly
remarks. The unspoken question in my mind was "what were the sleeping
arrangements for that night?" and I was desperate for a hint of what they had
in mind. Eventually Deidre said that as I had to get up early then I should
probably go to bed and I was very disappointed but tried not to let it show.
Then she added that she was sure that Clive would want to tuck me in and my
heart soared again, I was still disappointed that she would not be joining us but
I knew that Clive would look after my needs.

As I left the room I kissed Deidre goodnight and Clive caressed my bottie and I
went back to my apartment with a spring in my step, sure that Clive would be
following shortly behind me.
I dressed for bed in a short silk nightie and I never removed my make-up and I
waited and I waited. Eventually after about one hour I was nearly asleep when
I heard his steps on the stairs and I skipped to the door, trying hard not to be
too eager. When he knocked I opened the door and played their favorite Gone
with the Wind scenario I asked him what was a gentleman doing a knocking at
a young ladies door in the middle of the night? With a grin he fell into the part
of the evil seducer and told me that he first had to deal with the interfering
chaperone and he had just left her after giving her a jolly good roggering.
Actually this had the ring of truth to it and it explained his tardiness in arriving
at my door. With no more ado he grabbed me in his arms and kissed me
forcefully and almost suffocated me, my heart was pounding and when he
picked me up and carried me to the bed. He threw me down on my back,
whipped off my delicate little panties and then he straddled me, pinning my
arms to the bed. I felt so helpless but I was enjoying the feeling of being
dominated and my dickette started to rise underneath him. Of course he
noticed it instantly and he shifted to allow his hand to cup my disobedient
dickette.

His kisses were becoming more tender and I could now feel his
hardness lying against my body, I needed to take it into my mouth and I
pleaded with him to let me suck his manhood and he gave me a gentle smile
and positioned himself above me, the angle was not optimal but I licked him
and took each of his heavy balls into my mouth and licked around the shaft
and stroked the length of him with my hand. This was really what I enjoyed
doing and I wanted a more comfortable position where I could take more of
him into my mouth. I knew he had not been lying when he said he had first
ravaged Lady Deidre before coming to my bed as I could clearly taste her juices
on his penis, it excited me even more. I rolled him over onto his back and
reversed so that I was facing his penis and he took my little stiffie into his
warm mouth but I could now have better access to his penis. I wanted to take
it all inside of my mouth and I had to fight the gag reflex but I progressively
managed to swallow more of him between breaths until I managed to take it
all and my nose was brushing against his pubic hair. I always felt so proud
when I managed this as I knew it was a result of a gift and practice and he
always groaned when I managed it. He started to lose concentration on
servicing me as I increased the strokes and his groans were increasing and I
knew that he was getting very close to climaxing and I really wanted him to do
so. But he stopped suddenly and pushed me off him, I was frustrated as I
wanted him to come but he had other ideas as wanted to first breed me. While
he had been sucking me his fingers had been loosening my bottie so I was
reasonably well prepared when he turned me over onto my knees and lifted
my bottie into the air to receive him.

I parted my cheeks to allow him full access and he was instantly pressing his
manhood on my little hole demanding entrance. He popped through and then
waited for a few moments before pressing gently ahead with small gentle
strokes. The initial pain was never a concern to me as I now knew that this
would soon pass and this time was no different as he penetrated me to his full
length. It was such a nice fit, stretching me but not causing undue pain and
when he started with his powerful thrusts I started to moan. He loved it when I
moaned and he grunted at each downward thrust, our love making seemed to
be a mixture of moans and grunts, very exciting! I was somewhat limp at this
time but still enjoying the experience of being bred by Clive, he was hitting my
special spot with each thrust and I found myself dribbling semen onto the bed
as he continued to grunt and ram into me and the pressure inside of me
seemed to ease, it was a pleasant experience and when Clive clasped me to
him and came inside me I felt as though I had done my duty.

As his hardness turned  soft inside of me I felt a sense of satisfaction.
He had used me, I had wanted to be used and although my pleasure was somewhat
diluted this time I was happy. Turning me over he clasped me in his arms and told
me what a beautiful little thing I was. He cusped my bottom with his hand, his semen
was still dribbling out of me and I felt very slack but warm and loved . All too
soon he told me that he had to go back to the house and although I fully understood
I was disappointed that he could not spend the night with me. Kissing me
gently on the cheek he threw on his dressing gown and left me alone with a
warm wet, slack bottom, I really missed the sensation of being filled by him. I
could not get hard to masturbate myself and I fell asleep with the memories of
his strong breeding fresh in my mind.

When the alarm went off the next morning it was still quite dark and there
were no lights evident in the Hall as I set to work feeding and grooming the
horses. When that task was done I loaded the Land Rover with all the
equipment that they had set out the previous day.

Then it was time for breakfast and Clive and her Ladyship were up and about
when I went into the kitchen. Lady Deidre gave me a warm friendly smile and
asked kindly whether Clive had done his duty with me the previous evening, I
giggled and blushed and muttered "Yes indeed My Lady" and she laughed and
said that yes he had served her too,  the rascal, and we both giggled together
complicit in the  sharing of our stallion. Deidre served me tea and slabs of thick
buttered toast, I then went to my apartment to tidy up and use the toilet
before we loaded the horses.

The event was some hours away to the North and I was glad when we got
there as the back of the Land Rover was very uncomfortable and bumpy but
we all chatted amiably together. Their preferred event was dressage and Lady
Deidre specialized in side saddle, an event which even then was not as popular
as it used to be. The event itself was held at an equestrian centre with a couple
of main arenas, a club house, lots of stables and a large parking area for horses
and horse trailers. After arriving and unloading the horses we tied the horses
up to the side of the trailer while Clive and her Ladyship went to collect their
registration numbers, I set to grooming the horses until they shone in the
sunlight.

Clive's event was first and they went through several elimination rounds
before the finals. I was at the side of the ring watching him compete and I
thought how manly he looked on his chestnut gelding. I noticed his man bulge
in his tight jodphurs and I was not alone as a couple of young ladies stood next
to me had noticed it too, I heard one of them giggle to the other and comment
that she would not object to being bred by that stallion. I could now
understand one of Deidre's comments to me previously when she expressed
her insecurity over the pretty young ladies turning Clive's head. That had been
one of the reasons that had persuaded her to accede to Clive's desire to have
me in their bed as I was not a competitor in that sense. Of course our
relationship had since developed to the point where we saw each other as
confidantes sharing the same man and I believed that we genuinely cared for
each other.

Clive came an honourable second and I felt quite proud when I saw him ride up
to collect his cup and his ribbon. I think he was quite pleased at his
performance too.

But then it was the sidesaddle event and Lady Deidre rode into the arena, she
was so grand and elegant and totally at one with her horse. From my untrained
eye it looked as though the horse did everything automatically and with her
straight back, top hat and long black coat she looked like a Queen, my heart
pounded with pride for her. I hardly noticed any of the other riders and when
she was announced as the winner I expected no different, I really loved her
and I was filled with pride for her.

But I was at a part of the ring where the other grooms were standing and one
of the other grooms and a couple of his friends started to make fun of me and
her Ladyship. I knew that it was just sour grapes but they were very irritating.
The ringleader was 16 or seventeen I suppose and a well-built almost chubby
lad who was a fair bit bigger than me. Although I tried to ignore them they
would not stop and I felt my anger building. The big lad stared to chant " Lady
Deidre Thistlewhite, she's skinny as a rake and she's not very bright" and his
mates joined in. I was getting really angry by this stage and still they would not
stop, they kept repeating the same words over and over again. My anger spilt
out and I called him a lard arsed village idiot which must have struck a nerve as
he immediately lashed out a beefy fist aimed straight at my nose. Although I
managed to duck he still connected with my cheekbone and I saw stars but I
was now very angry and out of control and I threw several punched and closed
with him. This was certainly not a good idea as he was significantly heavier
than me and had no trouble in pushing me around. I was now frightened about
getting seriously hurt and I was getting pretty desperate when he threw
another haymaker at me.

I had been learning judo for several years, somewhat half heartedly I suppose,
but suddenly it all just kicked in as I swung under his blow and I used his own
weight and forward momnentum against him. One moment he was charging towards me
and the next he was soaring over my shoulder as I straightened my leg and drove
him into the ground on his back. I suppose I could have let him down gently but
I was frightened and angry and he hit the earth with a thump and we all heard the
wind rush out of his lungs. I was still holding onto his arm and I proceeded to
continue to kick him in the ribs. I felt a hand take hold of my shoulder and I
just assumed it was one of his cronies and I whipped around ready to take on the
next. However it was another older boy that had been stood on the edge of the group
and when he saw the anger in my eyes he raised his palms and said "stop, stop you
have hurt him enough" the cronies of the lad on the ground were standing well back
looking shocked. The lad on the ground was still trying to get his breath back.
At this time I realized what I had done and my heart was pounding. I had
promised Clive and her Ladyship that I would not embarrass them in front of
their friends and on the first occasion that they had taken me anywhere I had
shown my rough upbringing. I was mortified and I had no answer, I made some
theatrical comment to the other lads about not making comments about her
Ladyship in my presence and I stormed off back to the trailer, but my legs were
shaking and I dreaded what was to come.

I sat on the mudguard of the trailer and looked over to where Clive was talking
to a group of his friends when I saw a short bald little man come storming up
to him and it was obvious he was angry because he was prodding Clive with his
finger. I saw Clive look over to me and speak to the gentleman who then
turned on his heel and stomp off. If looks could kill then Clive would have killed
me on the spot. I watched him go over to Deidre and pull her to one side and I
saw him jabbing his finger angrily at me, Deidre looked shocked and put her
hand to her mouth.

Clive then stomped across to me, never said a word but grabbed me roughly by
the wrist and pushed me into the back seat of the Land Rover. He told me
angrily not to move from there, my eyes were brimming but I was not going to
cry, I did not know what to say to him. I had been stupid and I had let my
emotions get me into a difficult position, I should have used my brains and not
let the beefy lad goad me. I thought of all the things that I had done wrong and
I could not blame them for being angry with me. I was utterly miserable and I
was dreading what they would say to me on the way home, it was not just
Clive alone as Deidre had seemed angry too. Could things possibly get any
worse?

I waited in the Land Rover for several hours, many of the competitors had left
already and some of the gentry had retired to the clubhouse bar and judging
by the laughter they were having a great time. I felt very sorry for myself but I
was still not looking forward to the return of Clive and Deidre.

When I did eventually see them walking across the turf towards the car my heart
was beating and I was feeling terrified of what they might say. I was not
disappointed because Clive got into the passenger seat and Deidre got behind
the wheel. Clive had clearly been drinking and he was slurring his words as he
hissed at me. He reminded me that I had promised them  faithfully that I would
never embarrass them and that is exactly what I had done. Their friend
Reggie's boy had been beaten up by me and I was nothing but a young thug. It
would be the last time that they would take me anywhere and I could pack my
bags the next day and on and on it went. I said nothing and the anger washed
over me, there was actually nothing that he could say that could make me feel
worse than I did already. Eventually he fell asleep and snored, Deidre drove
steadily on in the darkness and never said a word, this was almost worse than
Clive bellowing at me.

When we arrived back at the Hall we unloaded the horses in silence and went
back into the Hall. I wanted nothing better to get back to my apartment but
Clive bustled me into the Hall, he was still unsteady on his feet. He told me to
go into their bedroom and wait for me there and a couple of minutes later he
stumbled through the door.  He wasted no time in dragging me to the chair
and pulling down my trousers and my underpants and pushing me across his
knee, it was clear that I was going to get a walloping and I felt that I deserved
it, but I was determined not to cry. Sure enough his great hand came crashing
down on my bottie and I had to struggle not to cry out, the fact that I never
cried out seemed to make him more angry and he gave me slap after slap and I
felt that my bottom was on fire with the pain. He gave me a thorough hard
spanking until I think his hand started to hurt and he stopped.

Standing me up he pushed his finger in the lubricant next to the bed and pushed
it forcefully up my bottom and I whimpered as he thrust it in and out and I knew
that he was going to roughly breed me. I managed to get my hand into the jar of
lubricant and wipe some on his penis because I knew that it would be unbearable
if he was not sufficiently lubricated.
Although he was clearly drunk it had not affected his erection and it was firm
and angry looking. I asked him to be gentle but he was past listening and just
thrust it deep inside me, battering aside my protests When he thrust into me it
went straight to his full length and I gasped at the shock and the pain.  With
his hands around my waist and with me bent over the bed he thrust in and out and
was grunting and calling me an ungrateful wretch. It was a side of Clive that I
did not recognize but luckily it did not take too long before he climaxed, he
just rolled off me and turned his back on me and fell asleep instantly and seconds
later he was snoring loudly. I felt wretched and I did not know what to do, I just
lay there in misery with Clive's semen trickling out of my sore bottie. Although
I would not let Clive see me cry, tears were now rolling down my cheeks and they
were tears of self-pity.  To make matters worse Clive let off a really smelly fart
and that finished off my feeling of humiliation.

I could hear Deidre was still downstairs but I knew that she was also angry at
me so I could expect little sympathy there, I was still wondering what to do
when I heard the telephone ring and heard Deidre answer it. I could not hear
what was being said but I did hear it when she said Thank you and Goodbye.
Moments later she opened the bedroom door and I heard her gasp at the
stench that Clive had made. Holding her nose she came over to me and
whispered to come with her and she lead me by the hand to the other
bedroom next door.

Although I was trying to wipe the tears from my face she noticed and as she
closed the bedroom door behind me she gasped again when she looked at my
bottom. Looking in the mirror I could see that it was bright red and already
bruises were forming, she was horrified and told me to bend over the bed
while she applied some cold cream and she gave me a couple of Aspirin to ease
the pain. While she was rubbing the cream into my bottom I was conscious of
Clive's semen running out of my bottom and she asked if Clive had bred me too
and I never said anything as it was pretty obvious what had happened and I did
not want to cause more trouble. But by this time she was seething with anger
and said that she would have some serious words with "that brute" in the
morning.

I was still naked when she hopped into the bed and motioned me to get in
beside her, when I got in she spooned into me and threw her arm over me and
said that she wanted to have a serious talk to me. While I suspected that she
was no longer angry at me, there was definitely a change in her demeanor
towards me. She said that she had just been talking to Tristan who was
apparently the older boy in the group at the ringside. It turned out that Tristan
was the one that had stopped me from further kicking the village idiot and that
he was Reggie's son. Reggie was the older gentleman that had baled up Clive
and complained about me beating up his groom.

When Tristan heard from his father that I was going to be punished he told him
the full story and how I had simply been demanding that they stop insulting
Lady Deidre and that it was the other groom that had thrown the first punch,
that he was much bigger than me and that he entirely got what he deserved.
Tristan had immediately phoned her Ladyship but by then I had already been
punished.

Lady Deidre asked me why I had not told them the full story and I could only
reply that they never asked and I knew that I had been at fault for letting him
goad me, especially when I had promised faithfully that I would never
embarrass them in front of their friends. I knew that I deserved to be punished
irrespective of the actions of the other lad.

She never spoke for a few moments but I could feel her chest heaving against
my back and it was obvious that she had become emotional. When she spoke
her voice quavered and I knew that she was crying, I ached to comfort her but
she was clutching me tightly in her arms and giving little sobs and she was
making me emotional too. When she calmed a little she said that she wanted
me to listen very carefully to what she had to say. She told me that she had
been very uncertain and felt that she was taking a risk when Clive introduced
me into their lives, that she had feelings of guilt when she had let me
penetrate her for the first time but that she thought that I was the sweetest
little boy in the world. When Tristan had told her how I had leapt to her
defense and floored the lout that had insulted her she felt as though I was her
own little Sir Lancelot and that they had rewarded my courage with a beating.
Well I certainly did not feel courageous as most of my actions had been
motivated by fear with a dose of good luck thrown in, but I think that I
preferred her version of events.

She continued by telling me that neither of them deserved my affection and
that Clive had acted abominably towards me and that she would be speaking
to him seriously the next morning. Apparently he sometimes drank too much
Port and it affected his judgment, I understood that she was not being disloyal
to him but rather explaining that he had weaknesses too. She told me to go to
sleep in her arms and the world would seem better in the morning. In fact the
world was already starting to look up and my black eye and sore bottie did not
seem quite so painful as I drifted off to sleep. I woke up several times during
the night but she was still holding me firmly in her embrace and I was content.
We both woke up quite early and Deidre gently stroked my damaged face with
her hand and she whispered nice things about me, how brave and kind that I
was and how I was more concerned about their welfare than my own. At least
some of this was probably true but I felt that she greatly overstated it. I turned
around and laid my head on her shoulder and she rubbed my back gently. I
could not help myself as I cupped one hand on her breast and sucked gently on
her nipple, it just seemed so appropriate and she never protested but stroked
my head almost in encouragement. Of course my dickette started to rise and
Deidre could certainly feel its hardness against her thigh but somehow I did not
want to spoil the tender moment and I tried to ignore it. Deidre whispered in
my ear to wait until the evening and she would give me a very special treat and
with that we got out of bed to prepare for the day. I had to do my chores with
the animals and Deidre said to come back when I was finished and she would
dress me for the day and I could be excused my other duties. We could spend
some time together and get to know one another better. She said that she
thought that she hardly knew me at all. I did not think that there was much to
know at all but I looked forward to spending more time with her. I had a quick
freshen up and headed off to the stables while Deidre took her shower.

When I walked in the kitchen there was still no one else downstairs  and I
started to make myself some toast when I heard them coming down the stairs.
Lady Deidre was dressed and looking elegant in a light summer frock, Clive was
very bleary eyed, in his dressing gown and with tousled hair. In short he looked
like a hung over mess. He was not happy at all  and it showed. They had clearly
been having words and Deidre was still very angry but smiled tightly at me and
hissed at Clive to look at me, look at my poor battered face because I was
defending her, somewhat of an overstatement but she was in no mood to be
corrected. Then she told me to take my shorts down and show them my bottie,
I opened my mouth to protest but I saw the look on her Ladyships face and I
thought better of it and I just pulled down my shorts and showed them my
bottie. It was black, blue and red with a tinge of green and I was shocked when
I saw it myself. Lady Deidre then hissed at him that this was his handiwork and
what sort of lout was he? beating an innocent young boy who's only fault was
to defend her. Telling him to examine his handiwork carefully what did he have
to say to me? not that anything he could say would be sufficient according to
her.

Clive looked dreadful, his face showed genuine horror and I knew that he was
very remorseful. Actually my heart went out to him, I felt no anger at all and all
I wanted to do was console him but Lady Deidre was burning with righteous
anger and indignation. She stood with her hands on her hips and glared at him,
waiting for his response. Clive blurted out how he was so ashamed and
miserable and that I never deserved his anger and that he  had no excuse
whatsoever and that being sorry would never be enough, there were tears
welling in his eyes and no one could doubt his genuine remorse. Lady Deidre
was not letting it rest there and she told him that she was not sure if she could
forgive him, that he was always aggressive when he drank Port and how could
she possibly marry such a brute? She would have to think about things and he
should keep well away from her that day while she considered things. Poor
Clive! I tried to move towards him to comfort him but Lady Deidre seized my
arm and pulled me away and told me sternly that I was far too forgiving and
that the lout did not deserve my affection. She told him that we girls were
going on the boat for the day and we did not need his company. This was the
first I had heard of this but Lady Deidre was at her most commanding and her
natural authority just overwhelmed both Clive and I.
With her hand lovingly around my shoulder she led me upstairs to shower and
change. She had already prepared my girlie outfit for the day and it was laid
out for me on the bed. She told me to go and shower and then she would help
me to get dressed.

When I came out of the shower I just had a towel around my waist and I
looked at what she had laid out for me. It was a very simple long white shirt,
simple but clean bra and a pair of grey tight shorts, they were made of a clingy
type woolen material.  Actually they were not really shorts but more like a very
clingy pair of panties with long legs. They accentuated by cute bottom and
small waist and my small boy package was very evident . The shirt covered that
and most of my bottie so that it looked very conservative but she was not
satisfied with that look and unfastened my shirt and then tied the bottom
together in a knot around my midriff, this completely changed the look of the
outfit as now my bottie and my package were very evident and the open shirt
showed off my smooth, sun tanned chest and stomach. I thought I looked
really sexy and her Ladyship was satisfied with the result. She gave me a pair of
thin, braided leather thongs which were very delicate and feminine and after
applying my make-up and a short haired dark wig we were ready to go. I
looked very androgynous and I absolutely loved how I looked.

Collecting a hamper that Deidre had made up while I was in the shower we
carried it across the garden to the boat shed. Clive had prepared the boat and
was obviously trying his best to win back Lady Deidre's favor but she was very
cold and distant towards him. I saw him look me up and down and I saw the
hunger in his eyes as he helped me get onto the boat. I squeezed Clive's arm
with affection but Lady Deidre was watching me and glared at us both. As we
motored away from the jetty I looked back and saw Clive, still standing on the
jetty, looking sad and forlorn, poor Clive!

Deidre was obviously familiar with boats and she took pleasure in teaching me
the rudiments as we cruised up the lake, looking for a nice place to anchor,
swim and have our picnic. After about one hour we found a secluded bay
facing a quiet part of the National Park where there was no one else around
and we threw out the anchor, it was calm, there was very little wind around
and the water looked clear and inviting although I knew that it would be very
cold. I had not brought any swimming trunks but when her Ladyship stripped
down just to her bra and panties I also stripped to my little grey shorts. I sat on
the edge of the boat and dangled my feet in the water, my goodness but it was
cold and I was having second thoughts about going swimming when her
Ladyship gave me a hefty shove into the water. I surfaced spluttering and
yelling at her about the cold but she just laughed and called me a sissy and
jumped into the water after me. We chased around like a couple of school kids
in the water which would have been about 4 or 5 feet deep. It was great
uncomplicated fun after the stress of the past day but we could only stay in for
a few minutes before we started to turn blue with the cold.

Clambering back on board our teeth were chattering with cold and I could not
help noticing that her Ladyship's nipples were very prominent, seeing me
staring she laughed and told me to stop staring and help to get her dry. Peeling
off her bra and panties she threw me a towel and told me to start drying her
off and I did not need a second invitation as I toweled her dry. She was so
beautifully made with her blond hair, pale white skin, puffy nipples on her
exquisite perky breasts and the golden hairs on her pubis and her long graceful
legs, how could she possibly doubt her own perfection? When she was
reasonably dried off she wrapped a towel around her waist and turned to dry
me off, my little dickette had virtually shriveled to nothing with the cold and
she clucked sympathetically saying that we would need to give the cheeky little
fellow some resuscitation and she pulled my wet panties off and dried me
vigorously in all the right places.

When our body temperatures had risen she threw out some towels on the
deck and invited me to lie down next to her while we had lunch. The sun was
warm and our wet clothing was soon steaming. I was surprised that she made
no attempt to cover herself up and when I went to put on a shirt she told me
to stay as I was as she wanted to look at me. She was always very shy and self-
conscious about her body so this was a change from her normal behavior. We
were a significant contrast, what with me being small and tanned, with just a
white stripe where my shorts had been, and the paleness and blondeness of
her Ladyship. She threw her arm around my shoulder and pulled me down on
my back so that we were facing the sun in our nakedness and then she threw a
towel over our faces to protect us from the bright, warm sun. It seemed a very
intimate environment and I felt as though the two of us were alone in the
world. Cuddling me to her shoulder she wanted to talk to me and could I be
her friend and tell her the truth, she had missed having a confidante to talk
about intimate things and because she knew how I felt about her she knew
that I would never misuse any confidence. I felt very proud and grown up and
hoped that I would not say anything silly.

She told me that I had won her heart with my devotion and bravery and she
hoped that we could always remain close but she did not wish to see me hurt
in any way. Practically she felt that we would start to drift apart in the next
month when Clive's family returned from France and when I went back to
school and she wanted us all to make the most of the remaining time which we
had together. What she said was stating the obvious of course but I had been
pretending and hoping that it would not happen. She told me that I would
soon be reaching a time in my life where I would have to make decisions and
she wished to talk about that if I did not mind? Well of course I did not mind,
she was always so kind and so wise I wanted to hear her thoughts.
She started by asking me how I felt about girls, did I find them attractive? I
thought that I knew where this conversation was headed. I told her honestly
that I had never been with a girl of my own age and when I thought of Hilda my
friend she certainly did not appeal to me sexually.  However it was true that I
lusted after Lady Deidre and loved being in her arms and being inside the
warm wetness of her body, she giggled when I said that and told me that it
gave her pleasure to please me and that she knew it was totally inappropriate
but I was her own weakness. She squeezed me more tightly at this time to
emphasize her feelings.  So how did I feel about gentlemen, did I prefer them
to girls? I could not answer this and said that I liked to please gentlemen, in
particular Clive. I liked the feeling of being dominated, playing with their
manhood and the feeling of having them splash when they were deep inside
my bottie. I did not really know if I preferred the one or the other as they were
just different. I do not think that my answers really helped her very much as it
was probably just what she already knew.

Trying from a different direction she asked if I preferred her to be in control
during our breeding which I thought was quite direct of her? Again I was not
sure as I remembered our soft kisses, her tongue assertively penetrating my
mouth  and how pleasurable it had felt when she straddled me, so yes I liked
her being in control, but I also remembered my assertiveness when I was on
top of her and that felt good too. I tried to explain that I liked both and she
said yes that she felt that way too and that she had also enjoyed it when I
mounted her like a grown man but she had also enjoyed using me for her own
pleasure. I thought that we were very similar, but just from a different gender
perspective. She repeated a comment that Clive had made to me some time
earlier when he commented that I might become more assertive as I got older
and my testosterone levels rose.

Getting to the nub of the matter she told me that life could be very difficult for
a young homosexual boy as they were always in demand when they were
young but were frequently passed aside when they got older. She hoped that
as I became older that I would enjoy the joys of marriage and children, of
course I could still enjoy the pleasures of men but I would need to be discrete
and to see them as a passing dalliance rather than a fixed way of life. She
expressed concern that because I was so loving and trusting that I risked being
hurt by gentlemen who were users of others. She cared for me and was trying
to gently steer me in a direction that she felt would be the best for me. No
response was required from me, but I thought about her words frequently in
the following months.

She told me that I made her feel very good about her body as I clearly adored it
and she enjoyed being naked with me, this was definitely a step in the right
direction and I cuddled her and kissed her gently and said how pleased I was.
She was always very shy about her body, even with Clive so I felt it was an
honor that she felt so comfortable with me.

By this time the sun was getting to be very warm and we hopped back in the
water to cool off, as naked as the day we were born, laughing and the best of
friends. Again we could not stay in the water too long and we were soon back
on board shivering and then toweling ourselves dry. Deidre had caught the sun
and her skin was a little pink and we went under the awning in the shade while
I put sunscreen on her, I was as brown as a berry already but Deidre's skin was
much more sensitive. She made no attempt at all to cover up as I rubbed sun
tan lotion into her back and she stretched out on the towel enjoying my
massage and opened her legs slightly to let me rub lotion to the tops of her
legs and bottom. I tried not to concentrate too much on that area although I
rubbed some cream between her bum cheeks and pressed some gently into
her derriere. I then moved on to her back and her shoulders, she had a little
haze of blond hair that ran up her spine from her bottie and it shone in the sun
light. I was getting a stiffie but trying not to spoil the moment.  When she
rolled over I felt short of breath, her beautiful petite breasts her blond covered
mound and above all that perfect face with beautiful lips. I gently massaged
her and straddled her waist to massage the oil into her breasts. It was very
frustrating as I was very hard, she knew the effect she was having on me but I
was determined not to spoil the moment and I ignored my own stiffness to
concentrate on her Ladyship. Progressing down her body I oiled her legs and
feet and gave her a foot massage which she really seemed to appreciate. She
parted her legs a little and I could see her womanhood which seemed to be
somewhat moist but I was steadfast in focusing on her feet. Eventually she
laughed and told me that I was a knowing little rascal and that I knew that she
was putty in my hands but that I would have to wait until that night. We both
grinned and she pulled me to her to cuddle me, we were both very aware of
my hardness.

Rubbing oil into her Ladyship's derriere has started her off on a train of
thought and she asked me if it hurt a lot when Clive penetrated me? Actually
she had asked me this before but I humored her and said that yes it did initially
feel painful but it was not too bad if I had been loosened up and lubricant
applied. I said that the worst bit was when the head of his penis penetrated me
and it always took a few moments for me to become accustomed to the
feeling. But when he had worked his length inside of me I felt full and
contented as the pain changed to satisfaction and then how it changed to
pleasure as he gave me his hard thrusts. I suppose my enthusiasm was to be
heard in my voice as I explained how it felt very rewarding to hearing him
moan as he thrust into me. I told her how sometimes I could come just from
his thrusts but I always enjoyed the satisfaction of being bred and pleasing
him. I guess my enthusiasm showed in my voice and my dickette was erect as I
described it to Deidre laughed in a kindly way and flicked my rigid dickette with
her finger and watched it twitch.  She then went quiet and I knew she was
thinking and after several moments she, somewhat haltingly, asked me
something that she thought was embarrassing.

She had previously told me that Clive had tried to breed her "there" but he was
too big and it was too painful and they had never tried again although he was
obviously still keen. She wondered if sometime, not now, I might help her
practice to be able to receive Clive's manhood in her derriere.  I was unsure
how to respond as I wanted to help but I was not sure if I was dominant
enough although I could certainly help her prepare and I certainly loved her
body and wanted to please. I tried to explain my conflicting feelings and she
said that she understood and it was not urgent but if I could just think about it
and if it seemed right then she would like me to help her. She thought if she
could become used to my smaller size and the feeling of being penetrated then
perhaps she might be able to progress and eventually pleasure Clive that way.
I was honored that she had shared this with me and I would certainly do my
best to help her, not without some pleasure to myself of course but I was just
not sure if my body would fail me at the critical moment. The thought  was
now locked into my thoughts and I hoped that a time would come when it
seemed appropriate and that I could help.

The conversation them meandered onto the finite time we had left together
before Algernon and Clive's family returned and I had to go back to school. She
told me that because we had so little time remaining that she would like to
make the most of our time together so that I would always look back
pleasurably on our time. I had now accepted that things would not be the
same but I was hoping that some miracle might happen.
I told her I did not like conflict and that I wanted things to be back to normal
between her and Clive because I loved them both. She cuddled me and kissed
my forehead and told me what a forgiving little boy I was and that Clive
certainly did not deserve me. She supposed that she would forgive Clive his
brutishness but first he had to suffer and see the consequences of his actions.
It struck me then that although Clive was very much an Alpha male it was really
her Ladyship that was the real power in the relationship. Clive would be
punished, forgiven on her Ladyship's terms and then he had better behave! I
was not sure what she had in mind but I understood that eventually he would
be forgiven.

By this time it was getting to be late in the afternoon and it was getting to be a
little chilly and we started to dress before heading back to the Hall. I loved
seeing Deidre dress and she was relaxed and no longer seemed to have
inhibitions about my watching her. I could not resist cupping a breast in my
hand and gently kissing her nipple and she allowed me to do so, she stroked
my head, kissed me gently on my sore cheek before breaking away and put on
her bra and the rest of her clothing. I had really enjoyed the intimacy of our
afternoon together but I was very sexually frustrated and very much looking
forward to her Ladyship's promises of the evening ahead.
When we approached the jetty at the Hall, Clive was standing there with his
great sad face and her Ladyship just threw him the mooring line, grabbed my
hand and we walked off together to the house. She did not speak one word to
him but I gave him a sad friendly smile. I knew that Deidre would eventually
forgive him but first Deidre had determined he must suffer.
When we arrived back at the Hall Deidre said that we could prepare dinner and
then get changed for dinner together, there was no mention of Clive in these
arrangements.

I was happy to watch her at work in the kitchen and to prepare the vegetables
under her instruction,. She was very keen to make sure that I learned
everything and always explained everything to me in a way that I could
understand. The housekeeper had left meat for the weekend and it was in the
refrigerator, I was really impressed that they had a fridge as I had never seen
one before and it seemed like the height of luxury. I suppose that I lived in an
alternate universe to Clive and her Ladyship.

We went upstairs to dress for dinner and it was clear from the start that she
wanted us to look our very best; I intuitively understood that this was part of
Clive's punishment. Mid-way through dressing Clive looked into our bedroom
and saw Deidre sitting in front of the mirror just wearing panties and stockings
and with her breasts bared. She just looked coldly at Clive and in a very aloof
voice asked him what he wanted and then asked me over to help her dress.
The message was obvious and Clive turned on his heel without a word and
closed the door when he left, Deidre looked at me and grinned. Clive's
punishment was clearly in full swing.
When it came to preparing me she took particular care and when she had
finished with me I thought that I had never looked so attractive and she said so
too. She held me at arm's length, admiring her work.  She told me that she
could not wait to get into my panties herself and then have her evil way with
me and we both giggled.

We walked downstairs hand in hand, she was looking radiant and we finished
off preparing dinner and then took it to the formal dining room which she had
set for just the two of us. It was clear that Clive was going to have to fend for
himself that evening. We lingered over dinner and her Ladyship gave me a
small glass of champagne to sip and had several glasses herself, she was very
amusing and I suspect that the champagne was helping. Clive lingered in the
background with a face like a wet hound while we two  enjoyed ourselves.
After dinner Deidre took the dishes into the kitchen and told Clive that he was
not doing anything useful then he could wash our dishes, she turned on her
heels and strode to the parlor, collecting me along the way. Sitting at the piano
she played for me, she was a really good pianist and she had a fine clear voice.
She seemed to be aiming some of the romantic words at me but of course I
knew she was just flirting with me to make Clive jealous, but l chose not to
care.

We sat together and talked in the parlor until around 9 and then she said we
should really retire to the bedroom, said with a seductive smile and a wink and
loud enough for Clive to hear. Taking me by the hand she led me up the stairs
and into the main bedroom. A few moments later Clive arrived in the
bedroom. Although I was not sure what the reaction would be from Deidre she
had obviously anticipated this situation and she spoke to him in a nonchalant
voice saying that as it was his house she could hardly forbid him from being in
the bedroom but he should not interfere and that he should keep his hands to
himself while she showed her appreciation of my brave actions. Clive looked
terribly uncomfortable, unwilling to leave but also unwilling to risk her wrath.

Turning to me Deidre lifted up my chin and kissed me, her tongue was soon in
my mouth and I knew that she would be in control that night. She called me a
brave and loyal boy and that she would reward my bravery that night. I was
already hard and we had not yet started. She took off all her clothes piece by
piece until she stood there naked in front of me, Clive's eyes were out on sticks
at her new found lack of self-consciousness. Then she started to peel off my
clothing including my wig and everything except my pretty panties and I stood
there looking like a young boy with a very stiff penis. Leading me to the bed
she pushed me down and straddled my hips with hers and leant over me to
kiss me and dangle her breasts in front of my willing mouth. As I swirled her
nipples in my hungry mouth she groaned and writhed on me, grinding into my
little stiffie. Of course I did realize that she was exaggerating her passion to
torment Clive but it did not seem to matter.  Then she got off me and pulled
off my panties so that I was also naked beside her and she proceeded to kiss
my chest and went lower and lower until her warm mouth was enveloping my
penis. I was in heaven as she pleasured it, licking the head and then taking my
length into her mouth, then rolling my little balls in her mouth, she was giving
an extraordinary performance to an unwilling audience of Clive. But the best
was yet to come, for me at least.

Reversing positions with her on top and offering me the taste of her
womanhood while she sucked me  I noticed that she was offering Clive a
perfect position to see me licking and tonguing her. Her Ladyship was moist,
warm and so very tasty that I entirely forgot the audience and licked at her
enthusiastically.  I could not help noticing that Clive had a raging erection in his
pajamas and was reaching to touch himself. Deidre noticed it and like a flash
she slapped his wrist hard and told him that he might watch but if he could not
stop trying to pleasuring himself then we would go into the other bedroom
and he removed his hand.

Deidre then rolled me over so that my bottie was directly exposed to Clive's
gaze, again turning to Clive she hissed that she hoped that he was looking at
the results of his brutish behavior on my poor little bottom. She took cold
cream and massaged it onto my bruised cheeks and all the while I was licking
enthusiastically at her pussy which was starting to respond to my attention and
she was becoming very moist. Then I felt her fingers start to rub cream into my
little entrance and one finger tentatively pushed into me, I heard Clive gasp as
this was the first time that she had done anything like this. Her finger was soon
wiggling inside me searching for my magic spot while she continued sucking on
my penis.

I was getting very close to coming and she sensed this and told me to wait and
take as moment to regain control. She was breathing deeply and her cheeks
were quite pink and I think she was almost as excited as I was. Turning onto
her hands and knees she instructed me to get behind her which I did, she
parted her cheeks and I could clearly see inside her wet vagina and her pretty
pink button like anus. I could not resist licking again and she groaned as my
tongue circled her anus and licked her clitoris and up the folds of her vagina,
Clive was red in the face and just about bursting a blood vessel by this time.
Deidre really twisted the knife when she said to me that I could put my penis in
her anus if I wanted to. Although I was tempted I did not feel that this was the
right occasion for her first time and instead I buried my stiff penis into her
womanhood, it was so warm and receptive I loved the feeling and she made
lots of grunting sounds of pleasure but I knew this was all for the show. After a
few moments she turned me over onto my back again and guided my dickette
into her.

She held ne down by my shoulders and she was exerting her control
over me, not that I needed holding down but I understood her wanting to be in
control. By her response I knew that that my thrusts were hitting the mark as
she ground her hips against me and I felt that her sounds were the real thing
this time. She kept rubbing and pushing in and out and she was starting to pant
and I felt quite proud that I was pleasing her. Suddenly she let out a deep
moan and I thought that she had peed on me as there was a flood of liquid on
my hips and she shuddered and rocked hard against me. She had climaxed, I
felt quite sure it had been real and I think that my life changed as I suddenly
realized that even though my dickette was relatively small I could still please a
grown woman. Of course I could no longer hold back and I climaxed and shook
repeatedly.

Deidre was now lying on on my chest and I had my hands on her derriere and
pulling her to me and she was almost sobbing. This was the real thing and I had
not known anything like it as we continued to press into one another while our
passion abated. What had started out as a torment for Clive had taken an
entirely unexpected turn and I think her Ladyship was as shocked as I.
Recovering sufficiently I looked at Clive and he looked sick, it did not help
matters when her Ladyship started to say what a beautiful little lover I was,
really she was clearly determined that he must pay but I thought she was,
perhaps, being uneccessarily cruel. As I softened and dropped out she bent
down to clean me with her mouth and told me what a beautiful little penis I
had. I was exhausted and could scarcely speak. Clive's penis was now soft and
he looked utterly forlorn.

Deidre reached for my hand and said to come along and we would sleep in the
other room and let Clive reflect on the error of his ways and I followed her for
a few steps before I stopped. I looked her in the eyes and said that I could not
leave Clive like this, that I knew that he was sorry and to please understand.
She probably expected that from me as she said that it was entirely up to me
but that she felt that I was entirely too forgiving and to come to her bed
whenever I wished. She strode out of the bedroom absolutely naked but with
her head held high, who could not love her?

Turning to Clive, I ran across the room and threw myself onto his chest and
threw my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. Clive groaned and told
me that I had no idea how sorry he was, that Deidre was absolutely right, he
was a lout and a bounder and he had damaged someone who loved him. I
knew that I was partially to blame by letting them down and that I should have
handled things differently. He would hear nothing of it and said that he
deserved neither Deidre nor me. I kissed his lips gently and after a moment he
responded and I felt his penis start to stir beneath me. Sliding down his chest I
took him into my mouth and masturbated him and gave him oral sex until he
eventually came into my mouth. I swallowed it all and then climbed back into
his arms and we kissed some more. It seemed so short and clinical but it was
what Clive needed at that point. At least he knew that I still loved and wanted
him.

Clive told me that he did not know how to win back Deidre's favor again and
he just hoped that we could both find it in our hearts to forgive him. From
what she had told me that afternoon I was pretty sure that he would be OK
once Deidre decided that he had suffered enough, for me it was not an issue.
On the spur of the moment I stood up, grabbed his hand and asked him to
follow me and I lead him to the other bedroom where Deidre was going to
sleep. Telling him to wait next to the bed I put my head next to Deidre and
pleaded for Clive to be given a chance, that he was really sorry and that I hated
for there to be anger between them. She never responded but lifted up the
cover for me to get in and I motioned to Clive to get in behind her Ladyship.
She spooned me and clutched me tightly around my chest and I felt Clive
throw his arm over us both, Deidre stiffened but said nothing. Before I fell
asleep she whispered again that I was far too forgiving and I just smiled to
myself, we were at least now on the path to normality.

When I woke the next morning Deidre was still holding me in her arms but she
was gently rocking and her breathing was uneven, I guessed that there was
action taking place under the bed sheets and I was really pleased. Of course my
eager little dickette soon wanted to be part of the action and when her
Ladyship realized that I was awake then her hand slid down to massage me and
I responded appropriately. However I realized intuitively that they needed
some time alone to heal the rift and I hopped out of bed with my hard little
dickette in evidence. I kissed her Ladyship on the cheek and told her I loved her
and then I leant over to kiss Clive on the cheek and told him that I loved him
too. Deidre, the brazen hussy, grabbed my penis while I was leaning over to
kiss Clive and I had to tear myself away. She leaned up to kiss me on the lips
before I managed to break free. I grabbed my panties and as I was leaving the
room Clive had already rolled Deidre onto her back and was rolling on top of
her. Life was coming back to normal... I hoped.

...to be continued