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  Gradually his hips picked up the rhythm of his tongue and then knowing that he had to breech her womanhood quickly to assuage her pain, he thrust his swollen phallus inside his bride as hard and fast as he could. There was the briefest moment of resistance and then he was seated to the hilt.

  A frantic twisting beneath him and a mew of discomfort from Margaret told him she was his wife in truth and joyfully he began to ride her, plunging, bucking and rutting rampantly until he felt the movement of her hips joining him in the dance. She mewled and she moaned and finally cried out at last in lustful song that moved both Thomas's heart and loins. He joined her, his pleasure roiling up his shaft and filling her for the first time, but not the last, oh dear no, with his exuberant essence.

  Chapter 4

  Dazed, Margaret awoke late the following morning. She had been well loved, kissed, licked and ridden hard for most of the night. She was exhausted, satiated and utterly amazed by Thomas's ability to give her this unexpected pleasure. She still hated him, but by God, she wanted him! Her bottom ached and her quim was sore but, by gad, she'd have him take her again in a moment. How was it she had never known that this was the intimacy within a marriage? Why was it kept such a secret from young women? Then, as she pondered she realised, it was because many would succumb to gentlemen's advances before marriage and chaos would ensue. Therefore, keeping young ladies ignorant was perhaps a sensible course of action.

  Which, she decided as she turned over, was a good thing, for when she rolled over it was to meet Thomas's twinkling blue eyes and his uncovered and engorged phallus pulsing as he held it in the palm of his rapidly moving hand.

  He grinned wickedly at his rumpled wife before he reached for her, swiftly pulling her beneath him. Margaret willingly spread her legs and sighed as the smooth hardness of her husband's cock stretched and filled her so delightfully.

  "I still hate you know, despite this..." she gasped as he moved, massaging her sensitive, quivering cunny with his swollen member.

  "Contrarily, I love you, Margaret, but I am glad to know that you will give me ample opportunity to school you as my wife. Ah, my dear, the thought of spanking your delectable arse has me as hard as iron. Does the thought of being turned over my knee excite you too, my wanton little wasp?" he asked as he moved slowly and deeply within her, creating waves of pleasure within her pulsing core.

  The image that Thomas planted in her mind, combined with the memory of being across his knee yesterday, was doing strange things to her and her traitorous body crested into a sudden powerful culmination that surged beautifully through her body. Her gruff cry sent Thomas over the edge and even as he pounded, his ejaculation erupted with a force that left him shaken.

  After they had broken their fast in the dining room, Sir Thomas rose to leave the room mentioning, as he departed, that he wished his wife to join him in his study in precisely one hour hence.

  Lady Margaret remained seated at the table, a small triangle of buttered, honeyed toast clutched daintily between finger and thumb. Thomas's study meant only one thing to her, she was to be whipped or spanked yet again. Well, on this occasion she was forewarned and therefore forearmed.

  She knew it was impossible to leave the house but this was a large house, with many rooms, and as yet, she had no time to explore them all. Margaret decided that she would hide. She had plenty of time in an hour to find a safe place to stow away, and when the household were convinced that somehow she had bolted, she would be able to escape the house and make her way to her mother's.

  She drank another cup of china tea and dabbed her lips with the white napkin. She turned it over and spread the cloth out into the squared shape that it was and then she filled it with all the remaining dried breakfast fare, including bread rolls and some dainty little cakes and pastries. With the ends tied in the middle Lady Margaret had a neat stash of food to see her through what she knew might be a long day.

  After collecting her fur lined cloak from the dressing room upstairs and thanking the fates for Thomas's thoughtful instructions to the staff to remain below stairs for as much of this honeymoon week as was possible, she gathered the eiderdown from their bed and prudently made her way up the servant's staircase and into the attics of the house.

  The attics were large, dirty and extremely chilly. This did not deter the Lady Margaret who, once her mind was made up with a plan, stuck to it regardless. She walked as far away from the attic entrance as she could. She finally settled on a dark and cobwebby corner of the chilly space. There were trunks and pieces of ancient furniture dotted about the musty room and many objects were covered in dust sheets which gave the place a rather spooky feel. She shivered and was glad of her warm cloak which she had only retrieved to give a misleading clue that she had left the house.

  Next, she searched for a comfortable place to sit and she found just the thing under a musty dust sheet, an ancient overstuffed settee, placed not too far away from her chosen hideaway. Slowly she pushed the heavy piece of furniture across the wooden floor. She then moved as many objects as she could to form a barricade, hiding her very effectively from view should someone come to search up here for her.

  When she was satisfied with her hideaway, the Lady Margaret used a dust cover to clear away the worst of the cobwebs and dust from her corner. She stifled a shriek as the eight legged inhabitant of one of the webs rapidly made good his escape across the floor, thankfully far away from her. With a sigh of relief, she finally lay down upon the couch and tucked the eiderdown about her. Due to her lusty and wakeful honeymoon night, she was able to fall almost instantly asleep.

  When the hour of his wife's expected arrival had passed, Sir Thomas set off to look for her. He was mildly annoyed due to the fact he had asked Gates to fetch coffee and hot chocolate to his sanctum for Margaret and himself to enjoy while he explained how her allowance and other finances within their households would work.

  After searching the entire house, he was becoming increasingly concerned. He checked the outside door entrances both above and below stairs. All were secured, as he had requested, with no keys left in any of the locks. Therefore, Thomas reasoned that his lady must still be within the house. Sir Thomas pondered on Margaret's behaviour and it suddenly dawned upon him that his summons to his study had his wife believing that he intended to punish her. He slapped his forehead and berated himself for a fool not to have realised the conclusion the girl would have jumped to after her initial introduction to his study yesterday.

  She was in hiding then. Ah, foolish girl! He shook his head ruefully. To avoid punishment, she had behaved in such a way as to guarantee her one. Well, well, hadn't he always known that Lady Margaret had enough gumption within her to keep his right arm swinging as he delivered regular correction to her beautiful, rounded arse?

  Whistling happily, Thomas trotted up the stairs to his attics. Tiptoeing inside the gloomy rooms within the roof of his house, Sir Thomas came upon his wife, curled sweetly into an eiderdown and deeply asleep on a settee set in a far corner of the attic rooms.

  He gazed upon her pretty face, all angst removed, softened by sleep and smiled down upon her indulgently. Turning away, he crept silently from the attic, a plan formulating in his head.

  Chapter 5

  Margaret awoke with a start; it was getting dark but she had no idea what time it was. She lay still for a moment, acclimatising herself to the gloom. Sitting up, she reached for her stash of breakfast foods. After she had eaten almost half of the cakes and most of the pastry, she stretched and realised she needed a chamber pot rather urgently. Hastily searching about before all light faded, she found an old china vase of goodly size that would have to do. After relieving herself, she hunted for a collection of containers to use for the same purpose, should she require them later.

  It was a long night for Lady Margaret and she was glad when the first grey light of dawn eased the black shadows from the gloomy loft space.

  Sir Thomas, meanwhile, had slept exceptionally well although he had missed his new wife upon awakening. He had an achingly erect and demanding phallus but was content to take care of his own baser need on this one rare occasion. He had no intention of allowing Margaret to spend another night absent from the marital bed, not once she had learned the lesson he wished to teach her.

  He had instructed Molly, the lowliest scullery maid in the house to pretend to clean the attics. He explained that the Lady Margaret was hiding from him after a lover's tiff and she would need a friend to support her. He instructed Molly to fetch Margaret breakfast on discovering her in the attic and to come to him if she was unsure of any instruction that Margaret gave her, such as escaping from the house.

  Sir Thomas's intention was to show Margaret, who had an appalling attitude towards servants, that even the lowliest of staff could be kind and worth her compassion. He hoped she would learn from this association with Molly, who was a dear girl of some fifteen years but who suffered from challenged wits.

  He intended to come across Margaret himself at some point before nightfall, whereupon he would spank her and take her, all the while thoroughly enjoying the process of her correction. He rubbed his palms together happily. Margaret, so far, had not disappointed him. In actual fact, the entertainment that she was providing him with was proving far better than he could have possibly hoped for.

  Margaret was up and about restless and itching to go and try the doors below when she heard clattering upon the attic stairway. Immediately she ducked down behind her barricade of furniture.

  Although Molly knew that her new Mistress was hiding in the attic space, she gave a genuine shriek of surprise when she came upon the pale face of the lady hiding behind a settee.

  "Milady, you did give me a start! Whatever do you be doing up here all alone?"

/>   Lady Margaret glowered at the lowly girl. "I would ask you the same question, my girl!"

  "I be sent up to clean the attics, ma'am, to make sure that no vermin are settling in like." Molly remembered her Masters instructions to befriend his lady wife.

  "Can I fetch you summat, milady, some breakfast or some tea perhaps?"

  Margaret was surprised. "You won't tell my husband that I am hiding up here?"

  "Not if'n you didn't wish it, milady. You be my mistress, ma'am."

  Margaret nodded. "Yes, yes that I am. Well then... er, what is your name, dear?" "Molly, I be thy scullery maid, milady."

  "Well now, Molly, this is a game that I am playing with my husband, a hide and seek type of game d'you see?"

  "Aye, milady."

  "So I wish you to fetch me some food and tea but do so secretly. Avoid my husband and Gates and any questions at all cost, my dear. Can you do that, do you think?"

  "Aye, I'd be pleased to help you, milady, in whatever way I can!"

  Margaret gave the girl a warm smile, the dear child, really she should be more than a simple scullery maid. Perhaps she would reward her with a higher position within the household, well, only if she succeeded with her task, of course. After all, as Molly pointed out, she was mistress of this house now.

  Molly went to retrieve the tray prepared for Margaret by Mrs. Cox the cook. Meanwhile Margaret decided that, on Molly's return, she would ask her to fetch a key to one of the outside doors.

  Molly returned and served Margaret her breakfast in the rather odd surroundings of the attic. Margaret questioned the servant girl about how she came to be working within the house. Molly told her that she was an orphan placed in a foundling home that Sir Thomas and his friends supported and donated money to on a regular basis. Sir Thomas always tried to recruit staff from the home before trying elsewhere. Mrs. Blunt, his housekeeper had hired Molly once she was of age for service and Molly felt privileged to serve her master, whom she revered as a kind and honourable gentleman.

  Margaret felt a twinge of guilt, for she had not once in her privileged life given any thought, let alone coin, to any such charity.

  Molly agreed to fetch a key for her mistress and she left carrying two of Margaret's makeshift chamber pots to empty.

  Sir Thomas listened while Molly relayed Margaret's request for the house keys. He went into his study and retrieved the key to the cupboard in which he housed his cane collection. He handed the iron key to Molly.

  "Tell my wife that this is the key to the main door of the house and then return to the kitchens and ask Gates to attend me immediately please. You have done very well, young Molly. I assure you that my wife shall never know that you and I planned this meeting of the pair of you. Here is a reward for your loyalty and kindness, child." Molly gasped as Sir Thomas placed a gold sovereign into her hand, money that equated to a year's pay for a simple scullery maid.

  Sir Thomas instructed Gates to leave him a cold luncheon in the dining room and then keep all the servants below stairs for the rest of the day. If he wanted anything, he would summon them via the bell cord.

  The trap was set. Sir Thomas ate an early luncheon and made his way to the front entrance hall of the house. He seated himself unobtrusively in the cloak and boot room and left the door ajar, enough for him to see the front entrance clearly. He passed the time reading a book on horse flesh and breeding which his good friend, Lord Benedict Mortimer, had lent to him. Thomas knew that Benedict proposed to race his ungelded horse Devil at Ascot this year. Thomas wanted to purchase a mare that Devil could cover, hopefully producing a good racing horse. The question was which type of brood mare should Thomas acquire? He hoped that he would gain the knowledge he needed from reading Mortimer's book.

  Margaret waited until the house was quiet. Molly assured her the staff would be below stairs after luncheon and the master would be in the library situated furthest away from the front door. She ate the remains of the food supplied by Molly and ventured quietly out from the attic.

  Creeping into their bed chamber, she pocketed all the loose coin she could find and took some of her jewellery to pay for her journey. Shuddering at the thought of travelling in a common hire carriage but knowing that she had no other choice in the matter, she hurried from the room to the main staircase.

  Treading softly, even though her foot falls were silent on the thickly carpeted stairway, she made her way down into the large hallway. Here she walked upon tiptoe across the cold, black and white marble floor which echoed footfalls so easily. She swung the foyer door silently open, grateful for its well-oiled hinges and slipped the metal key into the lock. It would not turn. Desperately she removed it and tried again, twisting the key frantically to and fro.

  When a large, masculine hand covered her own, she shrieked, jumping with startled shock.

  "If you will come with me, my darling, I will show you what that key actually opens."

  Lady Margaret found herself scooped about her waist and turned away from the door then urged along by a firm arm circling her shoulders, by none other than Sir Thomas himself, who led her directly inside his study.

  "Here my dear, try the key in the lock of yonder cupboard." Margaret hesitated but then moved as he directed to the polished walnut cupboard set into the wall. She placed the key into the escutcheon of the cupboard and nervously turned the key. It clicked smoothly in the turning process.

  Lady Margaret had a pretty good idea what this cupboard contained but she saw no way out of her situation and so she complied, groaning aloud as the door swung open revealing a long and upright row of graduated canes.

  Chapter 6

  Margaret realised she should most certainly distrust her husband's charming smile, as he waved her towards a chair placed in front of his large polished desk. She did as he indicated and settled her dress folds neatly around her legs covering her ankles decorously. She watched as Thomas walked to his study door and locked it, pocketing the key. He returned and stopped, standing in front of his seated wife giving her an arch look.

  "I think we shall first have the conversation that I intended before you disappeared yesterday. However, since you have denied me a night of my honeymoon pleasure, I think I will make a simple adjustment to your clothing."

  Margaret was nonplussed, what on earth did he mean? She was not kept in the dark about his intention for long. Thomas bent and lifted the hem of her dress and gathered her under petticoats into his hand. He lifted them up and folded them onto his wife's lap, uncovering her ankles, legs and, most shockingly, her thighs. As the indecency of his move dawned upon her, she tried to push her skirts back down over her knees, only to find her hands gripped at the wrists. She pleaded with him but he ignored all her pitiful entreaties for her decorum.

  "No, my dear, you will leave your skirts raised. You have earned yourself enough punishment without disobeying me further today. Poor Margaret, you fled because you feared a spanking when I summoned you to my study, did you not?"

  "Yes," she mumbled, her face now flushed with heated embarrassment at her humiliating and dishevelled state.

  "Part your legs now and show me your quim."

  Margaret's head snapped upright and she stared at Thomas in absolute horror. Surely she could not have heard him correctly?

  "Thomas's twinkling smile did not alter, but his eyes narrowed, "Immediately, Margaret, or I shall select a cane from my collection." Thomas looked gratified as Margaret's legs parted, albeit tentatively slow.

  "Shift forward in your seat and lift your bottom so that I may see what belongs only to me as your husband."

  Margaret caught her bottom lip between her teeth as she slid forward on the high, straight backed chair, lifting her bottom slightly from the seat. Thomas moved around to the farther side of his desk and seated himself. He spread his legs and unhooked his fall, releasing his swollen member with a contented sigh. He then placed his elbows onto the desk and he steepled his hands as he gazed at the erotic pose his wife presented.

  Casting his eyes from her feet upwards, he gazed lasciviously at his wife's shapely stockinged legs topped off with pale blue garters, so widely and so rudely splayed. The shadowed cleft between her pale thighs drew his eye. His cock twitched, lengthening, happy to be free of constriction.