Extract from POOR LITTLE SERVING GIRLS 2 by Jay Merson

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Rural Somerset, England. 1869.

It had been a lean and hard six years that had now passed, both in terms of economy on the estate and in the supply, or non-supply as the case might be, of fresh young serving girls for the master – and his butler, Simms - to dally with. On his twenty-ninth birthday the young master had taken over the estate by right and, in the early years of his rule, life had been good. The income from the estate had increased almost two-fold, each farm producing splendidly and the workers happy. Income from the house had increased also, the breeding and sale of horses, foodstuffs made in the kitchens and the odd illegal sale of unwanted serving girls to new wealthy owners. All had added to the growing kitty at the young master’s disposal and, from it, he had lived the high life. Then the industrial revolution had hit. Serving girls, previously held in his employ (and his bed) by fear of being dismissed, had left in droves once the mills had opened, offering higher wages and better conditions. The six-years had seen him reduced much in authoritative standing in his household, his income, his wealth and, in his supply of nice young girls to sate his ravenous sexual needs.

Gradually though, this situation had lessened over the last two years, the heyday of the mills and the novelty of them to the workers was waning. Many mills and factories were little short of workhouses, the workers treated as little more than slaves as greedy owners treated their workers dreadfully in order to gain maximum profits for themselves. The results of all this was that more and more of the farm workers and servant girls were now returning to the land and to serve in households. The good old times were gradually returning and the master was glad of it indeed. He was thirty-six now, just turned, and his sexual appetites seemed more ravenous than ever. They were increasing too as he found out that several new girls had applied for the vacant positions within his household.

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Ron Henderson was a countryman born and bred, game keeping was his trade, passed down to him over the decades by his father and his father before him. He knew the land, the entire area and most of all the huge wooded and forested areas of the Baron’s estate. He had been born and raised there, in a tied cottage as part of his father’s employment on the estate. The only difference now was that the game had changed. He no longer majored on pheasants and grouse, rabbits and foxes – it was still birds he had to care for, not the feathered variety any longer though, but pretty young women. Thanks to his master the Baron and the private and select club he had set up, Ron now benefitted in sexual matters also. Handsomely so and, that rate was increasing as things on the estate grew in momentum, back to the good times, the heady days of good living.

Ron whistled as he laboured, he had never been happier in his work since the new Baron had had taken over the estate and the dizzy times of the industrial revolution had calmed somewhat. Nor had he ever had so much fresh and young pussy laid on for him. His cock began stiffening at the prospect of the coming club meeting when, he would once again, receive the rewards of his efforts, would enjoy himself with the dirty sluts and would sate his cock fully.

Ron was deep in the woods, in the small central clearing known to none –other than he and the master that is. His task had been set and he was carrying it out with relish, adding his own ideas as well as complying with those of the master. He swung the axe and felled the trees with a strength and enthusiasm unknown to normal estate workers, but then again, he wasn’t just an average worker, nowadays. He chuckled as he watched yet another tall tree crash down and immediately set about hacking off the branches to leave a long and strong trunk to use. His task was secret, even the butler didn’t know of it, the master had insisted and, had offered as much pussy as he could take as a reward for confidentiality, and that was on top of his wages and the tied-cottage. Life certainly was good now and he hummed merrily as he swung the axe.

                                                                        ***

The master had moved his study, out of the house and above the stable block to the rear of the mansion, it was, he felt, a much nicer location. It was spacious and well finished as living accommodation and study combined: a separate bedroom and bathroom area, a small lounge and even a stock of fine wines and brandies to complete the new setup. The builders had done well. It also got him away from the prying eyes of the servants and that pain-in-the-arse butler, Simms. Okay, the man was good at his job but, of late, he had been taking more than his share of the little pussy there was available and, was now beginning to take advantage of their agreement. This was a new beginning for him by relocating his study, marking the boundaries clearly and, letting everyone in trouble know, that the long walk across the cobbled courtyard and up the stone steps to his study, spelled suffering for them. It was Simms, the butler that had been summoned to make that first walk.

Simms, neatly turned out in butler uniform as always, was as brash and as arrogant as ever, he entered without knocking, sauntered over to the chair before the master’s desk, sat down, lounged back and helped himself to a cigar from the box on the desk between them.

The master rose and walked to the window, he paused a second then turned to face into the room, his face flushed and barely containing his anger. “Get to your feet, man!” he snapped angrily. “And put that cigar down!”

“What?” the butler uttered in total shock. He did though ignore the command and looked around the desk top seeking a light for his cigar.

“The master was fuming now. “You are dismissed, Simms!” he shouted. “Pack your bags and be gone before nightfall.”

Again, Simms ignored him but then retorted threateningly. “That would leave me free to tell the newspapers about your escapades here wouldn’t it? Once society and the House of Lords got to hear of it…” his words tailed off unfinished, the threat made and left to hang in the air.

The master responded equally quickly and far more cuttingly. “I should then have to call back your wife from the London house and would be duty-bound to inform her of your philandering. I feel your family and future employers would take a very dim view of such matters.”

Now Simms rose from his chair, his face drained of colour and visibly shaken by the master’s tone. Slowly, as if in slow motion he rose from the chair, put the cigar carefully back on the desk next to the box and stood behind the chair, a few feet back as good butlers should. “But…” he stammered. “We had an agreement…”

The master took a pace forward and placed his hands on the desk as he leaned forward, angry but composed, full of authority and simply defying further challenge. “You have abused that agreement by your attitude toward me as your master. You are an ignorant lout where such matters are concerned. You have been taking more than your share of what few female staff remain here and, have encouraged them into your bed in preference to mine. That was not part of our agreement, Simms. You are a deceitful man, Simms, and a not-very-good liar to boot!”

The master paused, straightened, thrust his hands deep into his trouser pockets and strode back and forth across the room. “If, Simms, and I emphasise if, I permit you to remain in my employ, you will conduct yourself properly as befits my status and your station, you will revert to solely butler duties, no longer interviewing nor exacting punishments to staff…”

“But… But…”

“Shut up, man!” The master snapped impatiently and then continued. “You will prove to me over the next month that you have changed and will swear to remain so always. I will decide when and with whom you may dally, which female staff are available to you and times when you may… take advantage of them. Is that clear?”

Simms was dumbstruck but he nodded slowly as if in a daze.

“Your word on our new agreement?” the master demanded.

Simms, tried to speak but faltered, he cleared his throat and then croaked, “Yes, Sire. I give my word.”

The master breathed deeply and nodded. “Very well then, be gone to your duties and, I caution you, Simms, just one slip back to your old ways and you will be gone from here in an instant. Now get out!”

A very sullen and shell-shocked, Simms turned on his heel and walked from the study.

                                                                        ***

One log cabin was finished, all but the door that is and Ron Henderson stood back and admired his work with pride. This cabin was the first to be built in the clearing in the woods, the only cabin really, for the others wouldn’t so much be living accommodation but… well, cells. He looked again at the illustrated book the master had given him to work from, American it was, Ron couldn’t read, never had been to school but, he could look at drawings okay.

The cabin was of heavy log, straight and trimmed, rolled and levered up a sloping earth bank into position on top of one another and formed in a cross at the corners for strength. The roof was covered with sods of earth and soil, deep enough to allow the grass to continue growing as well as making the roof watertight, he knew how, he had done it many times in the past. The log walls were some two-feet thick and strong as a brick house, the floor planked, cut from another tree, and the door, when he fitted it, held shut by a drop rail across it on the inside – just like in the drawings. This was his place, his little nooky-corner, the place where he could play with the women and enjoy himself to his heart’s content with them.

All he had to do now was construct a bed and a table and…

“How is going Ron?” the young master asked brightly as he stepped out of the thick undergrowth and into the clearing. “My!” he said in awe, standing still now, with his hands on his hips as he admired the construction. “Impressive!” he stated eagerly.”Most impressive. Well done, man!”

Ron positively glowed in the praise. “Just the furniture to do, Sire, then I can start on the cells.”

“And the other structures?” the master asked with a smile, his excitement sparkling in his eyes.

“The stocks, the whipping post and…”

“Yes!” The master asked gleefully. “When, Ron, when will you do those?”

Ron exhaled a loud breath. “Three cells to make first then…”

“One cell,” the master corrected. “Build one first, we can put a slut inside it and… Enjoy ourselves with her whilst you construct the others.”

Ron gave a low chuckle. “It will be done, master.”

The young master slapped the man on the back. “Good man!” He paused a few moments as he walked around and inside the cabin, inspecting carefully each part of it. “No windows?”

The woodsman laughed. “Wouldn’t want any of the little sluts to jump out during the night would we, Sire?”

Both men roared with laughter and then the master left his woodsman/gamekeeper to his labours. He had his own tasks to attend to at the house, a pretty little interviewee was due to arrive and that, he really didn’t want to miss.

                                                                        ***

It was instantaneous. His cock jerked within his breeches as he looked down from his study window, watching her as the butler led her across the courtyard.

A pretty little blonde thing she was and with a waddling gait that made him imagine her pussy lips rubbing together as she walked. So appealing and slight in build, her short height but perfect shape had him wanting her the moment he spied her. Judging by the way she was hurrying now to keep up with Simms the little bitch was anxious to get work and, wonderfully nervous too.

The master seated himself at the desk, eased his stiff cock to the side to ease the strain of it against his pants and picked up his pen to make out he was busy. He didn’t look up as Simms knocked, waited a moment and then entered, announcing the girl, Jenny, with now normal formality.

“Thank you, Simms” the master said in dismissal and without looking up, he continued to write, seemingly oblivious to her presence. He was well aware of her though, standing just back from his desk but he waited until Simms went out and closed the door and then a little longer.

Finally he put down his pen, looked up and sat back. She was delightful! Young and fresh and with a cock-jerking innocence about her that immediately had his cock pulsing in need to get at the little bitches body. “Jenny,” he said also absently as he looked her up and down.

“Yes, Sire. I have applied for the position of serving girl in your household.”

Even the sound of her voice, so delicate and soft had him wanting her more. She was dressed as best she could, given her status and financial situation, such as it was, her clothes were old and well-worn but she had at least made an effort.

For about ten minutes he talked on her the duties she would have to perform, questioning and probing and, found her very knowledgeable on the subject, she seemed to know precisely what was expected of her. He references were perfect, two other similar positions in good households in the past. He warmed more to this girl as time passed and then:

“Please, Jenny, sit down and make yourself comfortable. He watched her as she sat and placed her hands on her lap, loving the slim little fingers she possessed and could just imagine them gripping around his stiff cock, her thumb rubbing across the tip …

“Sire?” she prompted after a moment.

He started back to the present. “I run a disciplined household,” he said, clearing his throat and trying to concentrate on getting round to the subject of spanking her. He judged her financial situation to be desperate and paved the way with the salary. “I pay well, girl, two- shillings per month and all found…”

“Lordy!” she blurted, “That’s a fortune!” The girl flushed, embarrassed by her impetuous comment.

The master grinned. “There is more to be earned though, for the right staff.” He let the sentence hang and meaning sink in and noted that she again flushed as the possibilities worked in her mind. The next part he rattled off speedily and ended with a demand for an answer to give her little time to consider it. “As master of this house I administer all punishments. Always on the backside and with no knickers, is that acceptable to you?”

The girl’s eyes widened, her mouth opened as if to speak, she hesitated a second and then nodded. “Yes, Sire, that is acceptable to me.”