The next week Lord James returned to Milford Hall with Master Hyde. Chastity was all a flutter the first night, expecting a knock at any moment. When the knock came she nearly leapt from her skin. Sanford opened the door. “Vivien, the master awaits your presence.”
Vivien looked over and saw the shock on Chastity’s face. She alighted from the bed and followed Sanford. The door closed behind them. Chastity sunk onto her bed and began crying.
It was two hours before Vivien returned. When Vivien returned she came straight to Chastity and lay next to her. Chastity sobbed. “I am cast aside,” she moaned.
Vivien soothed her, “Not at all dearie. He’s just a man and men love a bit of variety. It was the same when I first came. I should of warned you. It was the same for me. Listen,” she said holding Chastity’s chin up and looking into her eyes. “He’ll be calling you again. Believe me, I’ve been through it myself. Now get under the covers,” she said pulling them over Chastity and herself. She continued soothing Chastity until the two girls fell asleep.
The next day Chastity was cleaning the rooms. Lord James was out riding the hounds. She heard a sound and turned. Master Hyde was standing just inside the door and watching her. She curtsied.
“Yes, well,” he said. “Looks as though Father has released his exclusive attachment, doesn’t it?”
Chastity gasped at the implication and threat in Hyde’s comment.
“Perhaps you’d be so kind as to accompany me,” he said bowing and holding out his arm. Chastity went out the door, Hyde following. He led her down the main hall to his rooms.
Normally, this was Vivien’s section to clean and Chastity wouldn’t be here. “Sir, I’m not sure I should be here,” she protested.
“Leave that to me,” he said opening his door for her. She stood rooted to the spot. “Now girl, don’t make this difficult. Go on in.”
She looked into the room and back at him. There was no equivocation in his voice or uncertainty in his face. She knew she must do this or lose her position. Vivien had been right again. She marched through the door, her head held high.
Hyde closed the door behind and sauntered into the room looking the part of the conqueror. “So, how old are you?”
“Sixteen,” she answered her voice trembled slightly.
“I’m seventeen. Next year I’ll enter my majority and no longer be Master Hyde. Father’s arranged for me to be knighted,” he said. He began undoing his cravat. “You should remove your clothing.”
At that, Chastity’s bluster failed her. Her false front crumbled and tears welled up.
“Don’t cry. You’ll spoil everything,” he pleaded.
“I can’t help it," she said. “It’s just…” She buried her face in her hands.
Flustered, Hyde rushed over and took her in his arms. “Now, now. It’s fine. Don’t cry.”
He sat with her on his bed trying to comfort her. Chastity sobbed a few times before finally winding down. She wiped her face with the rag she carried. “I’m sorry Master Hyde.”
“No, no. That’s perfectly all right. I mean, I understand. Are you through?” he asked.
She nodded and weakly smiled.
“Good then. It’s not so bad, really. Here,” he said as he leaned forward and kissed her. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“No, it wasn’t,” she answered.
Hyde smiled broadly, “There it is.” He leaned down again and kissed Chastity. This time it became a kiss of passion. Hyde pushed her back onto the bed. Their kisses became fevered. Hyde was roughly pushing off his breeches. Chastity, worried he would tear her more fragile garments, started disrobing as well. He hadn’t bothered with his shirt and his breeches were caught round his ankles. Chastity had finished taking off her dress and undergarments when she turned and saw Hyde, his face a mask of lust, looking so ridiculous. She had to stifle a laugh. Hyde practically lunged at the girl, kissing her as he fumbled his hand between her legs. He roughly ran his hand over her sex, bringing some slight feeling to her. Mostly she was put off by his treatment of her.
Hyde, smiling, swung over between her legs and aligned his engorged staff with her sex. He lunged forward, missing her several times until Chastity, in desperation reached between them and led his staff to her sex. Hyde pushed and partially entered her. Another push and another. The friction was causing Chastity some discomfort. Luckily, her body responded and she soon became wet. Hyde managed to bottom out and set to like a crazed stoat. He was banging away as fast as he could. He began moaning and rolling his eyes then he stiffened. Chastity felt the heat and wetness flood her sex as Hyde reached his.
Chastity was appalled. She hadn’t received a moment of pleasure. This was all too different than either the master or Vivien. Hyde pulled out and flopped back onto his bed. “Aye,” he said. “That was wonderful. Thank you Chastity. I shan’t be needing you anymore today.” Hyde collapsed onto his bed, his eyes closed.
Chastity, now offended as well as shocked, rose from the bed and quickly dressed. She hurried to the bath and cleaned herself. She remembered all that Vivien had said about ‘poor’ Hyde. Now she understood. And she remembered Vivien’s comment on needing something after Hyde and she understood that as well. She needed to feel the intimacy she experienced with Vivien. Yes, she would ask Vivien if they could play the spinster game this very eve. She needed it.
Chastity was lost in a daze. She was in the game room looking out the window to the pastures around the hall. It was a lovely scene, the lambs gamboling around the other sheep as the Shepard with his dog tended them.
She didn’t hear Lord James enter. He watched the girl for minute, smiling at her. He harrumphed.
Chastity whirled round and saw him watching her. “Sorry, milord. I was just…”
“Just woolgathering at the window it seems,” he said straight faced.
“Sorry milord.”
“So what had you so engrossed?” he asked.
“I was thinking about Master Hyde and…” she screeched to a halt unsure what to say about the afternoon. She blushed and looked down.
“Ah. I see. So Master Hyde has… seen you,” he said.
“Yes, milord,” she answered. “And it was so different.”
“Hmm. Well girl, 'tis no secret.” Lord James joined her at the window. “I have talked to the boy but he doesn’t seem to grasp it. He needs a woman who will take over and teach him. A woman of some skills and presence who will teach young Master Hyde the art of love. The view from these windows is wonderful. 'Tis why I hate London. No green like these fields. If I was not a lord I should have been very content as a farmer.”
Chastity looked at him, surprise on her face.
“Do not be surprised girl. Even a lord can wish to be something other than what their birth ordained. Please join me,” he said pointing to two chairs.
After they were seated Lord James talked to her of the arts of love. He pulled a volume down from a shelf. It was full of woodcuts showing the ways of love, very explicit pictures. He read some of the entries translating from the French for her. Chastity found herself blushing at the same time as she was engrossed by the depictions. Lord James explained about the types of intimate congress between a man and woman. He spoke of the man’s duty and the woman’s. He told her of how a man learns to control himself to please the woman and how Hyde hadn’t yet learned this control. He returned the book. Chastity made note of exactly where the volume was restored.
“So, my dear. Do you think you might be up to the task?” he asked.
“Which task?” she asked.
“Of turning poor Hyde into a competent follower of Eros,” he explained.
“I do not know milord. I mean, how can I teach Master Hyde? He does not seem willing to listen to a maid,” she said.
Lord James smiled. “Tut, tut. When a man is with a woman in that way, a woman who knows her mind can control any man. I know this from experience,” he said smiling. “Think on it,” he said. “I would be most grateful.”
“Yes milord,” she answered, her mind in a whirl from the request.
“I’ll let you get on with your duties,” he said rising from his chair. He winked at Chastity.
Chastity sprung up from the chair. “Of course, milord.”
He smiled and left the room.
Lord James called her early that evening. She found him in the library. He had her sit and poured a small glass of Malmsey for both of them. Chastity had never had spirits before and expected the worst. She was pleasantly surprised; it was sweet and flavorful. Almost like drinking a dessert.
He led her into the room and stood by the bed and waited. Chastity wasn’t sure what she was to do. She stood staring at him. He waited. Then she understood. He wished her to begin. She walked over to him as he smiled and nodded. Chastity pulled his head down to initiate the first kiss. Then, she began undressing him, kissing him as he had done her. Soon, he stood before her as Eros would have. His mighty shaft was standing at attention. Chastity remembered the book. There had been a section on kissing in the French way. She was not surprised when she saw that men would kiss a woman that way, but she had been shocked to see many drawings of women kissing men in that style, taking the man’s shaft into their mouth. She had stared long at the drawings and the images flooded her mind as she looked at his lordship’s rod at the ready.
Chastity knelt in front of him and took him in her delicate hand. She looked up to see him smiling, a look of approbation in his mien. She bent forward and took him into her mouth. A section of the book which he had read to her discussed the techniques of the French. She applied her learning to the hard staff before her. Her lips and tongue laved at it as her hand stroked as if she were milking a rather large udder. She felt Lord James shudder as she sucked and licked at his manhood. “Good Christ, my girl. You are a natural. Please continue,” he moaned.
Chastity smiled as she obeyed his orders. Soon she tasted saltiness in her mouth. Some slippery discharge was emerging from his staff. His eyes were closed tightly and his body was tense. It was different this, watching a man ready to scale the heights but to not be close oneself so that she could observe the effects of her ministrations.
She felt him tense up and his staff swelled in her mouth. He moaned and she felt his staff shudder in her hand. Then his emission flooded her mouth. Surprised, and not knowing what to do, she held it in her mouth. It was slippery and gluttonous at once. It was also salty but not offensive. Another blast of it filled her mouth, and another. Worried, Chastity gulped down the slippery fluid as another weaker discharge flooded her mouth. A few more weak gouts and Lord James was done.
Chastity took her mouth from his staff and looked up. Lord James fell back onto the bed. “My Heavens girl. That was astounding. Your first time?” he asked.
“Yes, milord,” she averred.
“Had I not just experienced it, I would not believe it,” he said. “Well done, my little Chastity. I think you just may be the one to shape Hyde up. I should truly be in your debt if you could accomplish that.”
Chastity responded, “I am uncertain how much I can accomplish milord. I will take to heart your wishes.”
“Good,” he said. He looked at his shriveled manhood. “This won’t be of much use for the nonce and it seems you should be rewarded.” He smiled, “Doff that robe my dear and join me.”
Chastity let her robe fall to the floor and joined him on his bed. He had her lay back and crawled between her legs. He began kissing her in the French style. She was already in heightened passion from the evening and his ministrations to her womanhood quickly took her to her own peak.
When she had recovered, he dismissed her and she returned to her quarters. She had to give a full accounting to Vivien who, for the first time, Chastity was able to shock by her description of what she had done with his lordship.
And so her visits to his lordship became much livelier as both she and he would take control, bringing ever more pleasure to them both. She learned how to take pleasure from a man, to demand it while making it seem it was he being the aggressor.
It seemed destined that she would take young Hyde under her wing and teach him the ways of pleasuring a woman.
It was the following Sunday when the winds of fortune changed tack. Bob met Chastity after the Sunday service as was his custom. But he did not have his basket with him. Chastity wondered what was wrong. Had he found some new girl and would no longer be asking her to picnic with him? He seemed very nervous, almost as he was that first day when Mrs. Withers had trapped them together.
Bob led her away from the church quickly distancing themselves from the others.
“Chastity, I’ve something important to say,” he started.
“Yes, Bob,” she answered dreading whatever it might be.
“I should let you know that my apprenticeship had ended. I’ll be taking a larger part of the mill work on. I mean, I’ll be busy and I’ll be earning a bit more,” he said.
Chastity simply nodded having no idea what this might all mean.
“What I am trying to say is, that I’ll be a man that could afford a wife now,” he said.
Chastity’s head spun. ‘A wife? Bob had found a wife?’ She looked at him the shock apparent in her face.
“What is the matter?’ he asked her worried.
“You have found a wife?” she asked.
“What? No. Oh, I am doing this all wrong,” he said exasperated. “You just have to listen. I have not yet found a wife. I want to find a wife. You.”
Chastity stopped still. She looked intently at Bob. She must have heard him correctly. He was asking her to marry. “Me?”
“Yes, that is if you’ll have me,” he said.
She was saved. She had worried that a man would never have her, but Dear Bob wanted her. She was almost seventeen, and she had worried she would become a spinster. All of her worries vanished as a flood of relief and elation filled her. She was to be married. She threw her arms around his neck, “Yes, Bob. I would love to become your wife.”
They kissed in the middle of the lane, the passers by giving them appraising looks. As they separated, Bob saw the stares. “We are to be married,” he shouted.
Several began clapping and a few of the men gave hoorahs. Chastity was embarrassed and pleased. Bob took her hand. “I’ve got to take you home and tell me mum and dad. Come on then,” he said leading her off.
“I have already spoken with the Vicar. He can perform the ceremony this Saturday. No use putting it off. I don’t like the idea of you having to clean other people’s floors,” he said.
“Saturday,” Chastity said.
“That is not too soon, is it?” he asked.
“No, not at all. I shall be on pins and needles every moment until then,” she said, pleased with the smile on Bob’s face. She would miss Vivien but not the duties she had been forced into. It would be very different when she had her own husband.
And so, Chastity became engaged.
The next morning she was cleaning his lordship’s rooms. He came in and Chastity took the opportunity. “Excuse me milord. Might I have a word?”
“Yes, my girl. What is it?” he asked.
“As you know I am without any close relatives. And yester Sabbath, Bob Roe, of the village, asked me to marry him this Saturday. I was hoping you might agree to stand up for me,” she said.
Lord James sat in one of the chairs. “That is a shock. I am distressed.” Chastity started to apologize. Lord James waived her down. “Don’t apologize girl. I am distressed for my own selfish reasons. It is proper that a young woman should wed. I am quite happy for you.” He stood and came over to her putting his hands on her shoulders. “I shall miss you. You have been a wonderful woman to know and I did have high hopes for you and Master Hyde. Hyde will be the loser here. I simply don’t know where I can find another girl as extraordinary as you.”
“Thank you milord,” she said. “I have to thank you as well. What you have taught me will probably come in useful,” she said winking.
Lord James erupted in laughter. “'Tis true, you marry a young bull. Um, I am not so sure I did a good thing now. I intended you to train up poor Hyde, but I’ll have turned you loose on your husband. And the fair sex already has too much advantage of the male sex. Perhaps it is my duty to warn him.” He laughed at the concern flooding her face. “No, I’ll do no such thing. I should be honored to stand up for you at your wedding. As my gift to you and your intended, I’ll arrange with the Vicar for a full Mass to celebrate your wedding,” he said.
“Oh, thank you milord,” she said, tears coming to her eyes knowing that his lordship would bear the cost of their wedding, a very generous gift.
“It is nothing,” he said. He walked over to the window. “It is a lovely time of the year for a wedding.” He turned back. “Well, you must inform Vivien that she is back in favor with the master.”
He saw the look of surprise on Chastity’s face.
“I’ll not touch another man’s woman,” he explained. “Go and find Sanford and have him attend me. I’ll have him make the arrangements. Go on then,” he said scatting her out the door. He went back over to the window and looked out on the greens, a wistful expression on his face. He would miss Chastity.
The wedding was the social event of the year, what with his lordship in attendance. The church was overflowing for the wedding. His lordship even proposed the wedding toast to the couple before retiring to the Manor. It was a great party.
That night Bob and Chastity were alone together for the first time. Poor Bob was nervous as a cat amidst a group of terriers. He was practically doing a dance as he stood watching Chastity. “Well, my love. We are now man and woman, joined together before God.”
“Yes, husband, we are,” she said.
“I like that. Husband.” He shuffled over to their bed. “Perhaps we should be...” he turned a light shade of red.
“Indeed, husband. I am looking forward to my wifely duties,” Chastity said. “Would you help me get out of this dress?” She turned her back to him and waited.
Bob came over and looked at the bewildering array of buttons and ties. “I am at a loss dear Chastity. Whatever am I to do?”
“Well sir, if I were you, I would start untying and unbuttoning so that you can receive your reward,” she said.
Bob fumbled with the first button finally getting it undone. He soon mastered the art and before long had her dress completely undone. Chastity stepped from her dress carefully laying it over a chair. Bob’s eyes were glued to her. She primly stepped from her undergarments and boots standing before her new husband as Eve had stood before Adam.
Chastity smiled at Bob, his eyes seeming to bulge from his head. “I think I shall retire. I hope you will join me,” she said as she slipped under the covers of the bed.
Bob tore his clothes from his body and joined her. He stared at his wife. “Chastity, I must confess something.”
“What my love,” she said.
“I am afraid I am not very experienced. As a matter of fact, this will be my first,” he said.
“Then we will learn together,” she said. “I too, have a confession. I cleaned the library at the hall. Lord James had a book, a French book.”
“I have heard tale of such books,” Bob said intrigued.
“I am afraid I was a naughty girl. I had occasion to look in it. It was most shocking. I looked several times and was shocked each time,” she said.
Bob laughed. “Several times, eh? Sounds like it was shocking, indeed. I think it your wifely duty to confess to your husband all of the details of this wicked book,” he said smiling.
“I shall. But we have a whole life ahead to talk of such things. Now, husband, kiss me,” she said turning her face up to his. He did.
So Chastity entered a new passage of her life, wife and soon to be mother. As she kissed her sweet husband she thought of her voyage through life. She was so happy she had come to Milford Hall. She had learned much that would please her and her husband. Yes, life was good.
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