The Bride Absconded (closed for cumnchat)

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Roger was in no mood for sleep but he wanted to make full use of the bed so he let Clarissa know of his wishes at which she smiled in agreement,

'You dispense with your skirt my love while I get these damn breeches off'

From then on it was a race as they were both naked in a trice and facing each other on hands and knees in the centre of the bed, their various bits hanging down, Clarissa's smallish but firm breasts hung and swayed as did Roger's aroused manhood and his magnificent hairy balls.

Roger growled deep in his throat and Clarissa squealed as he caught her and kissed her and bore her down on the bed, soon Clarissa's legs were wrapped around Roger's waist and her heels beat a tattoo on his thrusting rear as he plowed her furrow. The bed springs protested loudly as they tested them to their limit, with only short interludes as they cleaned one another and Roger grunted his appreciation as Clarissa giggled at trying out her new found skills with her mouth, Eventually sleep overtook them and they nestled in each other's arms.

When they awoke next morning Clarissa stretched and pursed her lips for a morning kiss which inevitably led to the bed springs squeaking and twanging as if they were going to break at any moment. the pace was somewhat slower and more sedate but the protesting bed springs were still quiet loud.

They dressed and went down for breakfast where half a dozen of the local patrons greeted them with remarks that made Clarissa blush once she realised they were directed at Roger and herself,

' Showin’ ‘er ‘ose in charge, eh?,,,,, Nailin’ tha Missus to tha bed!,,,,,, Remember this place nine months from now!,,,,,, Great way ya start tha morn! ,,,,,Bet she’s wide awake now!.'

Roger seemed to delight in the attention and drew Clarissa in for a most passionate kiss in front of the gathered company.

'Two right lovebirds!' someone chipped in as the small crowd drank to their health and happiness and lots of children.

They managed to have their breakfast and went to collect Thunder and the newly named Cloudy. The animals seemed to have fared well under the care of Daniel and his younger sister who they discovered was call Evie. They had been cleaned, washed and groomed so their skin gleamed and there was not a knot of any description in their manes or tails.

As they rode out of the village and headed towards Woolacombe Roger teased Clarissa,

"We will be the talk of the regulars at the 'Angel' for at least three days, do you not think we should return now and give them an encore?"

Roger laughed uproariously at the look of incredulity etched on Clarissa's face.

 

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It was a bit embarrassing for everyone in the pub to basically have heard her and Roger making love. Granted, they did not actually hear the moans and groans and the cries of ecstasy. But the noisy bedsprings had been a definite announcement to all and sundry drinking in the downstairs pub as to exactly what the two lovebirds had been up to.

So, it was actually with some degree of relief when they were once again in their way. Thunder seemed none the worse for his night under the care of Daniel and sweet little Evie. And she was pleased to see Roger give the children a bit more than the going rate for taking care of the two horses. Daniel gave a grin and bowed to them and little Evie looked so sweet when she curtsied and blushed.

There was quite a bit more traffic on the road today and that forced Roger and her to behave themselves. That meant no riding his cock while in the saddle. Which seemed to be perfectly acceptable to Thunder as the stallion seemed to be a bit more high strung today. She suspected that he was a bit jealous of Roger. Oh, it was bound to happen, still she was going to have to somehow allay the horse’s hurt feelings.

Lunch was once again in the open air, though this time there was no lake but instead a small stream. And there was no swimming naked as they could easily see and be seen by the road and the traffic passing by.

Still the trip on this second day, while lacking all sexual encounters that had filled yesterday’s travels had still managed to be enjoyable as it was spent in the company of her husband. Today was spent learning more about him and telling him more about herself.

After a bit she took Thunder for his run, racing full tilt from hilltop to hilltop with the wind tearing at her hair and giving her the appearance of a wild thing, untamable and free. When Roger finally caught up with her, she leaned across to kiss him and ask, “About how much longer until we reach the home of your friends?”

 

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From time to time Clarissa would take off on her own giving Thunder free rein although she heeded her Husband's warning about staying in sight except when she disappeared over the brow of one hill only to appear minutes later at the crown of the next. When she finally returned her hair was all in tangles and her cheeks flushed a most becoming rosy red, in truth she looked anything but a lady but Roger leaned over and kissed her managing to slide a hand up her thigh over her pantaloons and rub between her legs.

"A man has to make the most of these opportunities," He laughed as Clarissa half heartedly pushed his hand away.

'How much longer before we reach the home of your friends?' She asked,

Roger stood up in his stirrups and sniffed the air,

"By my reckoning no more than one and a half hours, can you not smell the salt in the air? 'Tis so bracing." He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly,

"Try it yourself my love"

They continued on their way until WOOLACOMBE BAY came into view.

"Have you ever seen such a glorious sight? Thousands of years of our history lies beneath those waves."

Roger waxed lyrical for several minutes before Clarissa reminded him that they should present themselves at the house and announce their arrival. Their imminent arrival must have been seen as all the servants were there to greet them, among them two grooms named Tomas and Jed. They almost came to blows over who was going to tend to Thunder. Roger stepped in with a suggestion they both agreed upon.

"Thunder has been hard ridden and needs exceptional grooming, watering, feeding and bedding down for the night can you manage the task between you?"

"Seems the mount is not the only one requiring a grooming and watering." The biting remark came from a hatchet faced older maid who appeared to be in charge, she looked Clarissa up and down disdainfully.

"Who might you be? I would expect some respect for my wife from someone as lowly as you, is that understood?"

"I am Alice, the housekeeper, tis my duty to serve you as best I can Sir."

"Well you have not got off to a very auspicious start have you? Get your staff working to provide us with a tub large enough for two and lots of hot water.

Alice's mouth opened and then closed again, then she turned on her heel and marched indoors.

"Lesson number one m'dear when faced with a feisty servant put them in their place afore they take control. Now let us take that bath that we both so desperately need, He playfully pinched and smacked her bottom as they went inside

 

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Her first view of Woolacombe Bay was breathtaking and she could not help that smile that sprang to her lips as Roger asked, Have you ever seen such a glorious sight? Thousands of years of our history lies beneath those waves.

On and on he spoke of the English ties to the sea before finally she stopped him.

“It is a good thing that our ancestors were the Mariners for if it had been left to you, you would still be standing on the shore while everyone else was on the ship.[/i]

He seemed to take the tease good naturedly and they traveled on. The closer they got to the house and grounds, the more impressive the house became. And the view was enough to cause her to pause for a moment. However, Thunder was somewhat impatient and they soon were pulling up to the manor where the servants awaited them. It was slightly amusing that the groomsmen were fighting over who would take care of Thunder. Roger very quickly solved the problem.

The housekeeper must have made a very biting comment. Clarissa was quite used to it and usually ignored such things. After all, she was Lady Fernwood and for most of her life had heard such comments about her appearance and her actions. It had become second nature to turn a deaf ear to such comments. She had after all tried to warn Roger before they had married. Several times.

But obviously he took exception to what the woman said and proceeded to give the woman a dressing down. Once the woman left to go prepare them a bath, he acted as if he was giving her lessons on ladylike deportment.

“I usually just ignore what others say, love. I did warn you, if you will remember. From the first day I met you I told you that I was considered scandalous.” She teased him as she kissed him. “I’m afraid that you now have your hands full of a totally incorrigible wife.”

Her hair was wild and windblown around her hair like a golden halo. The darker freckles stood out on her bright red cheeks as he slipped his arm around her waist and they headed inside.

The house was beautiful and everything immaculate. The housekeeper - Alice - led the way, the woman’s lips pursed in distaste. She could see that Roger was not happy about it but she nudged him and shook her head. She had gotten quite used to this sort of thing but she could see that this was something new for him.

The room was beautiful and one look out the window gave a perfect view of the ocean. Standing by the door, Alice attempted to explain the bell pull by the door.

“Alice, let me explain something to you. I am Lady Fernwood-DeCoverly and this is my husband, Sir DeCoverly. I’m not some idiot new to being a lady. But I choose to do what I want to do. Now, the only person that I really have to make happy is my husband. So if you are not happy with with the way I act or dress or look, let me tell you that I could not care less and as far as I am concerned, you can just get over it. If Lady Ada Lovelace accepts it, you can too.”

 

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Roger was not at all happy at the way Alice looked down her nose at Clarissa and the final straw came when Alice attempted to explain the simple bell pull by the door speaking as though to a child although Clarissa gave as good as she got, retorting in a calm voice, although Roger could tell that she was inwardly seething,

'Alice, let me explain something to you. I am Lady Fernwood-DeCoverly and this is my husband, Sir DeCoverly. I’m not some idiot new to being a lady. But I choose to do what I want to do. Now, the only person that I really have to make happy is my husband. So if you are not happy with with the way I act or dress or look, let me tell you that I could not care less and as far as I am concerned, you can just get over it. If Lady Ada Lovelace accepts it, you can too.'

As Alice turned to leave he heard her mutter loud enough for them both to hear,

"Plain little strumpet, she is no lady in my book, we have standards here in this house."

"ALICE, come back here and explain yourself, what is it that you find about my good wife that is so distasteful? We are guests here and expect to be treated with every courtesy, so out with it let us clear the air once and for all."

Alice looked down at the floor then lifted her eyes to look them both in the eye,

"Since we are speaking plainly may I say that I find 'LADY' Fernwood to be no lady at all, a proper lady rides a horse sidesaddle not sitting astride her mount as if she were a man and she raises no objection to you bathing together, 'tis most unbecoming and she allows her hair to go wild, if I had my way it would be cut short to a more manageable length."

They both listened open mouthed at the vitriol that spilled from Alice's mouth.

"Alice, it seems to me that we are incompatible with you so from this moment you can leave this house, I will leave a note for Lord Chichester upon his return and he can decide whether or not you are to be reinstated, meantime neither of us want to see your sour face again. I will make no apologies for either my wife or myself, we are what we are"

Alice's face went white at Sir Roger's words and to give her credit she did not argue but left without a word. Roger gathered all the servants together in the main hall and explained that he had dispensed with Alice's services for the duration of their stay and asked for a volunteer to act as Clarissa's handmaid and dresser. For a minute or so no one moved then a pretty young girl around Clarissa's age stepped forward,

"I am Beatrice, Bea for short, I would welcome the opportunity to take care of Her Ladyship, Sir."

"Very well Bea it's settled, once we have bathed we will call you and you can help my wife dress and sort out her hair, BUT there will be no cutting it shorter."

"Thankee Sir, I will take very good care of her."

I am sure you will Bea, come with me and I will introduce you to your Mistress."

Bea followed him at a respectful distance to their bedchamber,

"Clarissa darling, meet Bea you new maid and dresser."

He left the two alone while he went to check on their bath which was steaming with hot water,

"Clarissa come, our bath is ready,"

He called out and for the next hour there were the sounds of splashing water and excited giggles from Clarissa from behind the closed bathroom door as he stripped her naked and they washed each other's naked body at intervals between kissing and tickling each other

 

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The incident with the housekeeper had surprised her a bit. Growing up, all the servants in her household had accepted her for who she was. If there had ever been any displeasure in her appearance or her actions, she has just ignored them. And she had yet to meet any of Roger’s staff though they would not be living there often. And Ada’s staff had certainly been accepting of Clarissa and her manners.

But this Alice had been particularly rude and yet, it did surprise her when Roger excused the woman from the house and went down to handle the servants.

When he returned with Bea, things definitely looked up. The girl was a pretty thing, quiet and a bit shy but eager to make a good impression and when Roger left the two alone whilst checking on the bath, she could tell that the girl would work out just fine. She was as of now just a parlor maid but she had been wanting to become a ladies maid, quite tired of dust knick knacks and polishing silver and preferred the silk dresses and sparkling jewelry.

Their acquaintance period was interrupted by Roger calling that the bath was ready and while she left Bea to organize and unpack her things - meager though they may be - Clarissa spent the next half hour or so riding her husband’s cock and pronouncing him a fine steed. Roger sucked and nibbled on her tits and once again tried to count her freckles before giving up and instead filling her with his seed.

By the time that they were relatively clean, there was a goodly amount of bath water spilled around the tub and they were both squeaky clean. When they came back in the bedroom, Bea was waiting and appeared anxious to make a good example to the both of them. What with all of her bobbing around to first Roger and then her and then back to Roger, Clarissa was starting to get dizzy.

Laughing, Clarissa held her hands up in surrender. “One minute, Bea. Not so much bending your knee. We’re not royalty. You understand why Alice was let go?” Bea nodded and started to curtsy but caught herself and gave a giggle.

“Well, all we ask is that you accept us as we are.

“Yes, my Lady.” She hesitated. “Do you want to rest or would you prefer to dress and take a tour of the house and grounds?”

Smiling, Clarissa turned to Roger. “A tour of the house and grounds sounds wonderful. And that way I could check on Thunder. Make sure that he is getting settled in. What do you think, Love?”

 

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Roger was well satisfied with his choice of lady's maid for Clarissa although at first he found Bea's eagerness to please somewhat disconcerting with her bowing and curtseying every time either of them spoke to her, so it was something of a relief when Clarissa explained to her after their bath that they expected nothing more than excellent service from her when required and they were not to be treated like Royalty.

The diversion of bathing together was most welcome, they splashed and frolicked in the refreshing hot water and they both smiled and moaned with pleasure when Roger finally had Clarissa seated on his rampant shaft and she rode him hard with her hands on his shoulders and his hands on her slim waist with her beautiful pear shaped breasts bobbing up and down in front of his face. When Clarissa was sated and had smothered his cock with her juices and declared that he was indeed a fine steed he pulled her closer and played and nibbled on her breasts and hard engorged nipples, he saved himself and then erupted inside her like a volcano, declaring his eternal love for her.

At Bea's suggestion they decided that rather than rest it would be nice to take a tour of the house and grounds, Clarissa, as Roger suspected she might, wanted to go straight to the stables to ensure that Thunder and Cloudy were settled in, being looked after. In the gloom of the stables Thunder and Cloudy were in stalls next to each other and Roger laughed when he saw Cloudy and Thunder nuzzling each other,

"Would you look at that my sweet, seems that the Fernwoods and DeCoverlys are destined to extend to the animal world, I wonder which will be the first to show evidence of an heir."

Laughing out loud he pinched Clarissa's bottom, then he wrapped his arm around her waist and forced her back against a wooden pillar and showered her lips, face and neck with kisses as his hands cupped her breasts through the simple dress that she wore. It was only the sound of the two grooms approaching that prevented matters going beyond that.

"Well done lads, our steeds look to be in good hands, here take a drink or two on me tonight."

He tossed a sovereign to the nearest groom,

"We will be taking them both out in the morning, no need to saddle up we will only be going down to the beach so they can stretch their legs, Thunder there, likes nothing better than to have the wind in his mane, Cloudy, not so much, but I rather suspect she'll follow Thunder."

 

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The stables were of excellent design and she could tell at a glance that Thunder was quite content and had been looked after extremely well. Both horse’s coats gleamed from a thorough brushing and Thunder seemed to be making friends with Cloudy who was in the stall next to his.

Would you look at that my sweet, seems that the Fernwoods and DeCoverlys are destined to extend to the animal world, I wonder which will be the first to show evidence of an heir.

With his words she colored, then gave a light squeal when he pinched her bottom before forcing her against a solid surface and showering her face with kiss after kiss, leaving her fairly breathless. His hands were everywhere and she suspected that he would have taken her where they stood but the sound of the grooms entering the stables stopped him. She knew that her hair was wild and tumbled about her shoulders and she may not have looked the lady that she was. But she did not care and it seemed that Roger was perfectly happy with the way that she looked. Her face was red though at his words about her becoming heavy with his child.

While he talked to the grooms, she worried through her own problem. She knew that Roger wanted children. And she supposed, to a lesser extent she did too. She just really did not want to get pregnant right away. Getting pregnant she was sure would mean no more riding Thunder until after the child.

She didn’t know if she was ready to be a mother yet anyway. To a lesser extent, she loved her freedom to get up and go at a moment’s notice. To whip across the English countryside on Thunder’s back, the wind making her hair an incredible mess. Thunder’s mane whipping her face as she whispered her secret word in the horse’s ear that spurred Thunder to run.

She watched Roger joking with the young groomsmen before he turned back to her. Grabbing her about the waist with no thought or concern as to just who might be watching them, he kissed her rather soundly and fairly took her breath away.

Half afraid that she would lose herself in him, she gave a giggle and grabbed him by the hand, pulling away and dragging him along with her.

“Come! Let us check out the beach. Father took me once to a beach after Mother died. I think that it was to try to get my mind off of her. Of course it didn’t work. But I want to make positive memories of the beach. Let us walk along and gather shells.”

She could smell the salt in the air, feel the moisture on her skin as they headed towards the path that lead down to the beach and the water.

 

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Roger was in a very playful mood as they walked hand in hand down the narrow path to the sandy beach, if the grooms had not arrived at the stables when they did he was sure he would have bent Clarissa over a stall and took her in the stables but that idea had been scotched, even so he was in high spirits although he sensed that Clarissa had been a little reluctant when he jested about the chances of her becoming pregnant before Cloudy, in the back of his mind he resolved to talk to her about that and see how she felt about the possibility.

Eventually they reached the beach and stepped onto the soft sandy surface, Roger hooked his arms under Clarissa's from behind and with his hands clasping both of her pert firm breasts through the thin covering of her dress he whirled her round and round until they were both dizzy, he was laughing and full of joy.

"Come Clarissa my love let us behave like children and cast our footwear aside and feel the sand between our toes."

He promptly sat down and removed his shoes and leggings not caring that in order to do so he had to unbutton his trousers and his semi stiff manhood was on display.

"Sit down dearest and I'll help you," he urged and taking her hand he pulled her down beside him. he got on his knees and placed one of Clarissa's small dainty feet in the palm of his hand, whether by accident or design her dress travelled up above her knees and Roger stroked his hand up the back of her calf and onto the back of her thigh pushing her dress higher. The feel of her soft silky skin hardened his cock and he chuckled,

"Lady Fernwood-DeCoverly you are a temptress that I cannot resist," and he leaned forward to open her legs and lightly kissed the insides of he thighs until his breath was tickling the gusset of her pantaloons, he looked up with a naughty twinkle in his eyes, "Yes or no my love? Don't disappoint me, please, I have wanted you all day long but the opportunity never arose, now we are alone on a deserted beach with no one to disturb us."

His hand moved to palm her mound and he pressed insistently on her clit feeling the heat of her through the thin silk of her pantaloons. he shifted his position and began to slip Clarissa's underwear down her legs and when they were off he parted her legs further and traced his fingers gently along her pink slit, her pussy lips opened and closed as he stroked her nether regions.

"We are so alone here that no one will see if we are both naked my love, what do you think, shall we make love and then wash ourselves in the sea or swim first and then make love ?"

 

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Roger soon had her laughing once they reached the beach. Standing behind her, each large hand covering a breast, his strong arms held her as he swung her around and around. The world became a blur as his laughter filled her ears. She could not help but join in the laughter as the roar of the ocean tried to drown out their sound.

When finally he set her feet back upon the sand, the earth still appeared to spin and she needed to lean against her husband to remain upright.

Come Clarissa my love let us behave like children and cast our footwear aside and feel the sand between our toes.

She could not help but laugh to see Roger plop down upon the sand and begin to remove his shoes and socks. She had already noted the bulge growing within his trousers and once his manhood was freed from the confines of his trousers, she suspected exactly where this was all heading.

Sit down dearest and I'll help you

He took her hand and pulled her down beside him and she landed unceremoniously beside him on the soft sand. As he knelt to remove her shoes, his fingers found their way further up her leg, stroking the soft skin there. Higher and higher her dress was pushed till the salt sea air too tickled that same skin.

Lady Fernwood-DeCoverly you are a temptress that I cannot resist

With those words he spread wide her legs, kissing that delicate, protected skin until she felt his breath at the place where there was a slit in her pantaloons. When he looked up at her over her skirt bunched up around her waist, there was a devilish gleam in his eyes. She too felt breathless and and she knew just what he wanted for she wanted the same.

Yes or no my love? Don't disappoint me, please, I have wanted you all day long but the opportunity never arose, now we are alone on a deserted beach with no one to disturb us.

“Roger love, you know that I cannot deny you anything.”

Those seemed to be the words he wished to hear as he began slipping the offending pantaloons down her legs until his goal was well in sight. Then with his finger he traced her pink slit already wet with desire.

We are so alone here that no one will see if we are both naked my love, what do you think, shall we make love and then wash ourselves in the sea or swim first and then make love ?

She felt her insides turn to jelly as she answered him. “Make love and then swim.”

Those seemed to be the words he wished to hear as he finished removing her pantaloons. Meanwhile she could see that his manhood that peeked out that opening in his trousers was more that ready to impale her and she gave a giggle as she reached out to take hold of his manhood. It throbbed in her hand.

As if unable to wait a moment longer, they quickly divested themselves of their clothes before she laid back down on her spread out clothes and tried to look coquettish for him, stroking a pose that would hopefully inflame him. In the daytime sun, the freckles that covered her body seemed more obvious.

 

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Roger's playful mood was infectious as Clarissa laughed along with him and helped to divest them both of their clothes so they were both naked. Roger's masculine muscled build was a sight to behold with his manhood standing proudly to attention, a thick meaty rod of throbbing flesh that Clarissa cradled lovingly, then she proceeded to display her charms in a way that would have been considered scandalous in any public place, on her hands and knees, flaunting her shapely rear and then she rolled on her back, lifting her legs high stroking between her legs, before he could move Clarissa struck another pose, stretching languorously on a nearby log, the gleam in her eye and Roger's could only lead to one conclusion and Roger embraced her naked body and clasped her to him. He bent his head and licked her ear and with his voice full of love and no small measure of lust he murmured.

"My dear sweet temptress you understand that I cannot let you go now until I have had my wicked way with you."

He had her on her back and gently spread her legs and hovered over her body with his member at her entrance. He nudged against the soft wet petals of her nether lips and slid slowly in, relishing her silky tunnel taking him and her hips pushing up to him.

They made long slow love to each other, kissing and caressing the other's body until Roger cried out hoarsely,

"God, I love you so Clarissa!" His seed spurted into her, hot and creamy spurts that filled her.

For long minutes after, they lay side by side just holding hands, fingers entwined and looking up at the blue cloudless sky.

"You DO swim don't you Clarissa? I just assumed. If you don't it's about time you learnt. It shows how much we still have to learn about one another."

With a determined look he picked her up in his arms and marched down to the water's edge, Clarissa's arms around his neck and giggling. Into the rolling surf he strode until he was waist deep when he let go of her and saw her sink into the sea, he held onto her hand so he could pull her up if it proved necessary. His face broke into a broad smile as he felt Clarissa's warm lips close around his semi hard cock.

"You can stay there if you wish," He laughed knowing that Clarissa could not hear him.

They played and cavorted in the sea until the sun began to dip below the horizon.

"We had best get dressed and return for dinner, 'twas a wonderful afternoon was it not my love."

When they returned Roger suggested to Clarissa that she get Bea to wash the salt water out of her hair.

Bea had a puzzled look on her face as she washed Clarissa's hair.

"Pardon me for asking Milady but if you went in the sea and wet your hair how is it that none of your clothes are wet?"

Roger overheard her and chuckled. "Use your imagination Bea."

Bea pondered a moment then blushed a bright red, "OH, MILADY, YOU DIDN'T?"

 

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Hand in hand they went back up the path towards the house that overlooked the beach and coastline, she was glad that they had managed to find a secretive area of the beach. Lord knew that she was not wanting to think that others had perhaps caught sight of what they had done.

She did have to admit that such activities had made her hungry and she looked forward to tonight’s meal.

Once back in the room, Bea overheard Roger advising her to have Bea wash the saltwater out of her hair. Poor Bea looked confused for a moment, feeling Clarissa’s dry clothes. Still puzzled, the young girl asked her, Pardon me for asking Milady but if you went in the sea and wet your hair how is it that none of your clothes are wet?

Clarissa grinned as her and from behind her she heard her husband chuckle.

Use your imagination Bea.

For a moment the young maid stood there, a look of puzzlement on her face. Suddenly the maid’s face turned a bright red as her eyes quickly turned to stare at the floor.

OH, MILADY, YOU DIDN'T?

“Didn’t what, Bea?” She teased for a moment before she ushered Roger out of the room. “Out, love. Bea needs to help me get ready.”

Once the two women were alone, Beatrice helped her undress and climb into the tub. Wetting her hair, soon the saltwater was being scrubbed out of her hair. A quick rinse, towel drying of her golden locks and then the girl helped her into a steel blue dress before Clarissa sat down at the dressing table.

Carefully the young girl brushed out Clarissa’s hair to dry it. There was an easy silence between the two as Clarissa hair began to dry.

“For tonight, just let it hang loose please. As it is just my husband and I, I don’t need anything fancy.”

“But to allow it to just hang loose...?”

“My husband and I do not live up to other’s standards. Bea, I was Lady Fernwood before I married my husband. I am now Lady Fernwood-DeCoverly.” Bea nodded her head in understanding. “I married my husband because I love him, and I know that he loves me. So the only person that I really have to please is my husband.”

“Yes, your Ladyship.”

“I didn’t tell you that so that you would start calling me your Ladyship. Around others, it would be “proper”. But when it is just you and me, or with my husband, ma’am is just fine. I didn’t want you to get called on the carpet for something that you had no idea about. All right?” She smiled at the young girl in the mirror. Bea smiled and nodded back.

“Thank you, ma’am.”

Not long after that, there was a knock on the door and Roger entered, looking very dapper. From the gleam in his eyes, he appeared to approve of what he saw. Though freshly clean, her hair hung down her back and still managed to look a bit wild and carefree.

“I’m ready if you are. I have managed to work up a hunger.”

 

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Roger dressed himself in a pure white suit and breeches and smiled at himself in the mirror thinking how dapper he looked. On re-entering the bedroom he found himself considering his luck in having found such a beautiful willing bride like Clarissa.

"Let us eat my dear, I do believe the cook has some exceptional delicacies for us to try."

They sat at the table laden with an array of fine food, some dishes of which were new to them both and a bottle of fine French wine to please the palate. Roger insisted on sitting next to Clarissa instead of sitting opposite her as was customary. The reason for this soon became apparent as underneath the table his hand rested on her knee and slowly inched her skirts up until he was stroking the inside of her bare thigh. He gave her a wicked smile,

"What a fine spread but the tastiest delicacy is yet to be tasted." His fingers slipped inside her pantaloons and caressed her slit which was already wet with her excitement. Then he made a great show of licking his fingers.

That night they made love with enthusiasm until the early hours of the morning.

In the morning after the usual round of kissing and cuddling and having breakfast Roger declared that they should ride to Barnstaple as he had never been there and it would enable Thunder and Cloudy to stretch their legs. They didn't bother to pack lunch as they would eat at one of the numerous inns in the town.

The ride to Barnstaple was uneventful as they allowed both Thunder and Cloudy to have their heads and run. Thunder, of course outran Cloudy and would wait patiently for Cloudy and Sir Roger to catch up. They left the horses at a hostelry for the day, paying for them to be groomed and fed while they explored the small town.

They made a striking couple and several times gentlemen would doff their hats to them and ladies would give a little curtsey, blushing as Roger bade them "Good day"
All too soon it was time to leave but when they arrived back at the hostelry the head groom told them,

"Your stallion Ma'am? He's gorn, a man came and said that you needed him immediately and he was to take him to you."

"So you let him walk out of here with no further questions, you nincompoop?" Stormed Roger, knowing that it would break Clarissa's heart if she were to lose Thunder.

"WAIT! Who ever it is has him would want to get rid of him as soon as possible, for profit of course, We saw a horse fayre as we explored, it is possible they would try to sell him there."

He grabbed Clarissa by the arm and hustled her along the streets until they reached the field in which the horse fayre was in full swing.

"You go that way and I'll go this, I'll wager that Thunder is here somewhere."

They went their separate ways searching among the milling throng of horses for any sign of Thunder. He had almost given up hope when he heard someone shout "A thousand guineas for the stallion, he is a fine looking beast"

A thousand guineas for a horse? Unheard of, most of the horses here would not fetch more than three hundred. He hurried over to where a large crowd was gathered around a black stallion he immediately recognised as Thunder.

"STOP! He is not for sale, he has been stolen!" He shouted and the crowd fell silent.

"And just who might you be? You saying he is yours?" A diminutive little man with a pince nez perched on his nose, demanded.

"He belongs to my wife, he was stolen from a hostelry some time today"

"Can you prove that he belongs to your wife?"

At that moment Clarissa came up to see what the commotion was about, As soon as she saw Thunder she threw her arms around his neck, saying his name over and over again, Thunder whinnied softly and nuzzled Clarissa's neck.

Roger tried to think of a way to prove that Thunder had indeed been stolen and belonged to Clarissa. He looked around the mob surrounding them and standing at the fringes he saw the smirking face of Alice the housekeeper whom he had dismissed for insulting his wife, he couldn't prove it but he instinctively knew that she was behind it.

"Clarissa my love, please tell me that you had Thunder reshod while we were at Ada's, if so the farrier there makes his own shoes for the horses and leaves his own mark on each shoe, can you remember his name?"

He looked to Clarissa for confirmation of his gamble, if he was wrong they would lose Thunder for good.

 

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The next morning, because of Roger’s suggestion, Thunder and Cloudy were saddled and the four of them were soon tearing across the English countryside. Clarissa was happy, the wind tearing through her hair and her laughter floating over hill and dale. She and Thunder would race ahead and then stop and wait while Roger and Cloudy would hurry to catch up before doing it all over again.

Eventually they had reached Barnstaple where they found a decent hostelry where the horses could be cared for for the day.

The day was spent exploring the town, walking along Queen Anne’s Walk and looking over the remains of Barnstaple Castle. They had a nice lunch at a place overlooking the river.

When they were ready to leave, they arrived at the hostelry to be told shocking news.

Your stallion Ma'am? He's gorn, a man came and said that you needed him immediately and he was to take him to you.

Whereupon Roger lit into the stableboy. Clarissa’s heart was pounding like crazy, and she anxiously scanned the crowds that strolled by. She could not lose Thunder! She just couldn’t!

Suddenly Roger must have had an idea as he grabbed her and they fairly flew out of the hostelry with him dragging her behind him. Her legs were not as long as his and she tried hard to keep up with him.

His destination was soon apparent as she saw the horse fayre in top form. Suddenly there were horses everywhere.

You go that way and I'll go this, I'll wager that Thunder is here somewhere.

The smell of leather and horses filled her senses as horses flicked their tails and stamped their feet in frustration. There was plenty of fine horseflesh, yet none of it fine enough nor near the quality of her Thunder.

Draft horses, stallions, fillies, mares, nags, the field was full of all kinds and quality of horseflesh, yet nowhere did she see her Thunder.

She heard her husband’s voice before she saw him. It sounded as if he were in an argument with someone and she wove her way through the crowds.

There appeared to be a small gathering of people around Roger and her Thunder. She instantly ran to the horse and threw her arms around that beautiful black horse’s neck.

“Thunder! Thunder! Such a good boy!” She pressed her face against his neck and recognized his familiar smell. In turn the horse nuzzled her and gave a soft whicker.

Clarissa my love, please tell me that you had Thunder reshod while we were at Ada's, if so the farrier there makes his own shoes for the horses and leaves his own mark on each shoe, can you remember his name?

She was confused for a moment. Why was Roger asking her such a question? They now had Thunder - that was what mattered. Then she realized that everyone was watching and doubting that Thunder was hers.

“Of course I had him reshoed at Ada’s. Her farrier is Thomas Brazier and he always signs his work with a left tilt-right tilt-right tilt symbol.”

She waited while some snooty man with pince nez called for Thunder’s shoes to be checked. Her hand never left the horse and after a minute the man nodded to the snooty man.

Clarissa knew that she could show them that there was no doubt that Thunder was hers.

“This horse is my horse. Let me show you.” And with that she pulled herself up on Thunder’s back despite his height. She sat easily astride him, without a saddle, and from just the way that she leaned and used her legs, the horse walked easily among the gathered.

As natural as breathing, she leaned over and whispered soothing words in the horse’s ear.

“Epsom Downs! By Jove, it’s the young lass that won the open ride at Epsom Downs last month!”

In the crowd was a mustached elderly gentleman, his blue eyes laughing as he pushed his way through to where Clarissa sat astride Thunder while Roger pat the horse.

“I thought that this horse looked familiar. This woman and her horse were the result of me losing a tidy sum at Epsom Downs last month. She was the talk of racing circles for several days. I saw her ride this beautiful beast to victory. Never before had I seen a better example of horse and rider becoming one.”

The man crossed to Roger and introduced himself.

“Godfrey Claypoole. Sir Godfrey Claypoole.”

The man turned to the snooty man. “Oh Edwin, of course this woman owns this horse. I’ve seen her ride him myself.” Sir Claypoole leaned in and muttered to Roger as if telling an inside secret. “Damn good rider if you ask me. Damn good.”

 

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To Roger's relief Clarissa gave the answer he was hoping for.

'Of course I had him reshoed at Ada’s. Her farrier is Thomas Brazier and he always signs his work with a left tilt-right tilt-right tilt symbol.'

The snooty man with the pince-nez nodded to someone who checked each of Thunder's shoes and confirmed that they bore the marks Clarissa had described. There was still some doubt in his mind and he refused to hand Thunder over, however, Clarissa being Clarissa told them in no uncertain terms,

'This horse is my horse. Let me show you.'

Before anyone could stop her she sat astride him and with just her knees and legs and a few comforting words she rode him among the gathering throng.

'Epsom Downs! By Jove, it’s the young lass that won the open ride at Epsom Downs last month!'

An elderly gentleman with a wide white moustache wound his way to the front and spoke to the man with the pince -nez.

'I thought that this horse looked familiar. This woman and her horse were the result of me losing a tidy sum at Epsom Downs last month. She was the talk of racing circles for several days. I saw her ride this beautiful beast to victory. Never before had I seen a better example of horse and rider becoming one.'

Pince-nez shuffled his feet uncertainly as the gentleman introduced himself as Sir Godfrey Claypoole and also the chairman of Barnstaple Horse Trading Association,

"You will have to forgive my auctioneer he has strict instructions to be wary of confidence tricksters claiming ownership of fine steeds such as this stallion but as I have the final word on such disputes the stallion is yours madam." he bowed elegantly to Clarissa still seated astride Thunder. He confirmed his decision by turning to his auctioneer,

'Oh Edwin, of course this woman owns this horse. I’ve seen her ride him myself.

He then turned to Roger and whispered loud enough for Clarissa to hear, his blue eyes twinkling,

'Damn good rider if you ask me. Damn good.'

Roger sensed a hidden meaning in his words and replied in good humour,

"You have no idea Sir, you could put anything between her legs and she would ride it to exhaustion."

He glanced up to see Clarissa's face burning with embarrassment but he just grinned and winked at her.

"AHA, you must be the newlyweds that are looking after the mansion, Lord Chichester said you would be arriving but was unsure of the exact date."

"So you are well acquainted with Lord Chichester, what of his staff? Do you know any of them at all, by reputation of course I would not expect you to mingle with the likes of them?"

"Is there some reason for this line of questioning sir Roger, if you wish to know something just ask."

"Very well, when we arrived the housekeeper was very insulting to Clarissa my wife so I suspended her until Lord Chichester returns, well I saw her in the crowd today when we were disputing ownership and she did not seem at all pleased when you voted in our favour, I was wondering if she could have had anything to do with Thunder's theft, she knew of Clarissa's love for him and it might have been a spiteful revenge."

Sir Godfrey looked thoughtful,

"It is quite possible of course, I will make some discreet enquiries."

"I am most grateful Sir."

"Enough of the Sirs, we are now well acquainted call me Godfrey, but do not shorten it, I shall call you Roger and do you the same courtesy."

They parted company the best of friends although Clarissa seemed a little quiet on the way back.

 

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She had proved that Thunder was her, and it was nice to meet Sir Godfrey Claypoole. But soon they were heading back to where they were staying. Yet the whole way back she worried.

It had been entirely too easy to steal her horse. And somehow she didn’t think that it was merely a coincidence that they had chosen Thunder. Granted, he was a superior example of horse. Still, something felt wrong. It had the feeling of a personal attack against her, against them.

Roger could evidently tell that something bothered her as on the ride back to the seaside house, he left her to her thoughts. It was surprising how well he knew her despite the short time that they had known each other. In a way it was scary.

Still, this was the man that she had married, and this was the man that she would start a family with.

Family! Damn, just what kind of mother would she make? Probably not very good. And if she was to get pregnant, she would probably not be allowed to ride Thunder until after the child was born.

What if she were pregnant already? She had heard of women getting so on their wedding night. And Lord only knew, they had had their fair share of sex. And if she were already pregnant, and not allowed to ride, poor Thunder would positively go mad. Since she was the only person that could ride him... what could she do?

And now, here was someone trying to steal her horse. They had been lucky that Sir Claypoole had recognized her and Thunder.

She wondered if she should broach the subject with Roger. Did he have any ideas as to who had tried to steal her horse? As to the other question, she didn’t know if she should mention it at all. She already knew his answer. Hell, maybe her worries were not that important, maybe she was barren. What would she do then?

 

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Clarissa had something on her mind, that much Roger could tell on the way back to the mansion, her brow was furrowed and she was frowning as if trying to work out some puzzle. He knew her well enough even on their comparatively short acquaintance he had to know what was troubling her. He pulled them up short and rode up alongside her and asked.

"What is it my dearest, what troubles you so?"

He guessed that she was concerned that the attempted theft of Thunder was somehow aimed at her, an attack of revenge. He didn't know whether to tell her of his own suspicions regarding Alice, after all she had been present at the horse fayre, could that have just been coincidence? What would a woman like her be doing at such an event?

Clarissa had still not answered his question so he attempted to ease her mind a little.

"We have Thunder back safe and sound, I would have thought that would cheer you, we were fortunate that Godfrey Claypoole was present and knew both you and Thunder from Epsom," Roger chuckled as a thought struck him, "I wonder how much your victory actually cost him, a pretty penny no doubt. However he does not seem the sort of fellow to bear a grudge and he has promised to look into who brought Thunder to the sale, once we know that we can perhaps discover who was behind it."

As they had been riding Clarissa had pulled her skirts up to her knees and Roger leaned over to kiss her and his hand quite deliberately landed on her bare knee and he walked his fingers higher up her leg with a wicked grin on his face.

"I'll race you home, first there is on top when we go to bed."

He spurred Cloudy forward and was a hundred yards ahead before Clarissa realised.

 

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I'll race you home, first there is on top when we go to bed.

Once she realized that there was a race, she let Thunder have his head. But the stallion seemed to know that Clarissa’s heart really wasn’t in and consequently Cloudy and Roger beat them back to the stables. He teased her but she took it all in stride, claiming that the strangers must have put Thunder off.

She was worried about him and decided to groom him herself. And she spent extra time checking every square inch of the horse. Roger was patient with her and joined her in making sure that Thunder truly was alright. Once that she had finished, and felt comfortable that there was nothing to worry about at the moment, she let Roger take her in his arms and kiss her. At the moment, all she really wanted was for him to just hold her and tell her that everything would be just fine. This was not like her. Usually she was someone that barreled straight ahead and damn the consequences. Maybe she was just tired.

As they headed back to the house arm in arm, they were met at the door by Bea.

“I saw you coming across the green. I hope that you enjoyed your day out?”

“It was definitely an adventure. I feel dusty from the day. Will you draw a bath for me?”

Bea gave a curtsy and headed off to prepare it. Meanwhile, Clarissa was fighting hard to keep herself together. Suddenly she felt as if she would burst into tears. She wandered around the room not realizing that Roger was talking to her

Roger finally seemed to understand that his wife was near the breaking point and somehow managed to get her upstairs where Bea had the bath prepared. Getting the both of the undressed, he climbed into the tub and helped her in before sitting down in the hot water and pulling her down in his lap.

This was not sex. This was an offer of comfort. This was what she needed. She curled up in his lap, the hot water and his arms were the comfort that she needed.

She cried while he held her, stroking her hair as her tears ran down his chest to join the bath water.

 

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Roger was puzzled at Clarissa's seeming reluctance to race as he won easily, Clarissa had never been one to shirk a challenge but she seemed to be wrapped up in her own thoughts and insisted on grooming and inspecting Thunder as if she expected to find he had been injured in some way. He helped her as best he could mainly just to keep her company and put a smile back on her face. Once they had finished Roger took her in his arms and kissed her hoping for some sort of response but it was a kiss on unresponsive lips. However on their walk up to the house she seemed to brighten a little and took his arm,

"Do not worry my love, Thunder is safe and sound if we need to stable them while we are out and about we will leave instructions that only you or I can take him, the same applies to Cloudy of course."

Just then Bea met them at the door and with an unnecessary curtsy she said she had seen them coming and asked if they had had a pleasant day. Clarissa replied for them both.

'It was definitely an adventure. I feel dusty from the day. Will you draw a bath for me?'

Even at that Roger felt slighted and left out, he too wanted a bath but he guessed that Bea would understand that and draw a bath for two. While Bea scuttled off to prepare the bath he talked about their plans for the next few days until he realised that Clarissa had not heard a word he had said and was on the verge of tears,

"Clarissa here I am pontificating about nothing while you are almost crying, let me get you upstairs and into our bath, I'll scrub your back ,,,,,,,,,,,,, and your front if you so wish it." He smiled as he helped her up the stairs. He got them both undressed and sat in the tub holding Clarissa's hand as she stepped into the steaming water, he held her hips as she sat down on his lap curling up to him as he held her, Sex was not on his mind at all as he stroked her hair and soft lissom body, just comforting her, no more.

When it happened it was completely by accident and neither realised at the time that moment would add a whole new dimension to their lovemaking. As was the norm the sight of Clarissa's naked freckled body had its effect on him and his cock had a mind of its own, swelling into a hard muscular rod. In the bath Roger had managed to keep it partially under control but Clarissa shifted and without warning his cock was snuggling between the pale globes of her buttocks, before he realised what was happening the head of his cock had slipped through the outer ring of Clarissa's anus and had three inches of his cock inside her.

At first Roger did not realise what had happened and thought that it was his wife's wish to make love and was impaling herself on him. It was not until he splashed some water on her breasts that he noticed the pinkish tinge in the bathwater. It all became clear to him then, Clarissa's despondency and tears.

"Why did you not say anything my love? I would have understood, it is nature and nothing can be done to prevent it. What is happening right now was accidental, I did not seek it, if you are dead set against it I will not press you again."

 

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As they headed upstairs Clarissa could feel that old familiar feeling starting up. Ever since she had hit puberty, she could tell when it would be time for her flow. So she recognized that feeling once more. She was pretty sure that tonight she would not be feeling amorous.

That would mean that despite how sexually active she had been with her husband since the wedding, this time there would be no little one. She should be happy. Not that long ago she had been worried about the possibility of being pregnant. Yet she could not deny that for some reason, she felt disappointment, whether in herself or perhaps it was in disappointing him.

Before she could warn him, he climbed in the tub and once settled, pulled her down onto his lap. He spent some time just stroking her hair and comforting her.

It was quite by accident when his manhood slipped unceremoniously inside her anus. It felt uncomfortable at first, not because it hurt but rather because the whole thing felt wrong. After a moment she realized exactly what had happened.

About that time, Roger noticed the bit of blood that tinged the water. She was embarrassed and afraid that he might find it disgusting. To say that he was understanding was to put it mildly.

Why did you not say anything my love? I would have understood, it is nature and nothing can be done to prevent it. What is happening right now was accidental, I did not seek it, if you are dead set against it I will not press you again.

She was quiet for a moment, thankful that he had not blamed her for not being pregnant. And to be totally honest, what he was doing now did not really hurt though it would take some getting used to.

Shaking her head, she finally answered. “As long as we take it slow, it should be fine. But...” she hesitated, wondering how to broach the subject. Finally she decided to drop the whole thing for the time being.

“Afterward, I want to just go to bed. You go ahead and have dinner without me. I just really do not feel that great.” All she wanted to do was to curl up and sleep. And as it was still daylight, there was probably things that he wanted to do. He would soon learn her moods, and she should be better tomorrow.

 

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When Roger realised that Clarissa's womanly monthly flow was upon her he felt a mix of emotions, regret that she was not yet with child and yet relief that it was not so. That he wanted to fill her belly with a child was undeniable but it was early in their marriage and there was so much of the world that he wanted to share with her, a child now would restrict what they could do and where they could go. At the moment though there was the issue of his accidental penetration of her anus, it was not unknown to him as some of his previous conquests had enjoyed it and so had he but for Clarissa this would be her first time and it was something that they had not discussed at all.

'Why did you not say anything my love? I would have understood, it is nature and nothing can be done to prevent it. What is happening right now was accidental, I did not seek it, if you are dead set against it I will not press you again.'

After a moment's hesitation Clarissa replied, with a shake of her head

'As long as we take it slow, it should be fine.'

Roger breathed a silent sigh of relief, Clarissa had accepted what he was doing with grace and not admonished him in any way so he stayed as he was with his member in her backside but he only flexed his hips to provide some gentle movement inside her, not pushing or thrusting. He lay back in the bath with Clarissa on top of him his arms wrapped around her, gently squeezing and massaging her perky upturned breasts and his fingers gently tweaked her nipples. He tilted her head back and softly kissed her pale, swan like neck.

'“Afterward, I want to just go to bed. You go ahead and have dinner without me. I just really do not feel that great.'

He was sure that Clarissa didn't fully understand what she was saying, 'Afterward', after what? After he had climaxed in her bowels? To do that he would need to penetrate deeper and thrust harder in order for her bowels to provide the stimulus to his manhood.

"It is not necessary for us to continue with this my love, let us desist for now and we can discuss it some other time. It is clear you are not yourself, You go to bed and I will be along later."

He lifted her up into a sitting position and his member slipped out of her anus and he helped her to stand and step out of the bath. She stood naked before him as he gazed at her with love in his eyes and he handed her a large towel,

"Call Bea to help you prepare for bed I will dry and dress myself in here, I do not wish to embarrass the poor girl." There was a twinkle in his eye as he spoke.

When Clarissa left for the bedroom he heard Clarissa call for Bea and began to dry and dress himself with a thoughtful look on his face, he had something on his mind and needed to confirm his suspicions.

When dressed he made his way to Lord Chichester's study and looked through his bureau until he found what he was looking for, the estate's financial ledgers. When at his own home he regularly checked the state of his financial affairs so was accustomed to the intricacies of bookkeeping.

He soon found what he was looking for, the section devoted to the provisions and day to day expenses of the estate and as he suspected this section was completed by none other than Alice Snark, the housekeeper he had suspended.

It took him only an hour to discover that she had cheated the estate out of over a thousand pounds going back only two years. With a satisfied but grim look on his face he collected up the ledgers and put them in a safe place. Tomorrow he would leave Clarissa to rest while he went into Barnstaple and place his findings before the Magistrate.

 

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It would be hard to get a man to understand the discomfort that some women had with their monthly flow. Suffice to say that sex or feeling sexy or sometimes even being touched was the last thing that was on her mind. However, Bea understood, tsking her tongue as Clarissa put on a pad and belt before slipping her nightgown over her head.

“Now don’t you worry none. A few days rest and you’ll be feeling right as rain.”

“I really do not feel like eating anything but if you could bring me some tea to soothe my stomach.”

“Yes ma’am. I understand.” Bea thought that she understood the Countess’ disappointments. At least for this time there would be no baby. Yet, the woman had only recently married and perhaps next time the Count’s seed would take root in fertile ground. Still she helped the woman into bed and under the cool sheets, very aware that the woman really did not feel that well.

Once Bea left to get the tea, Clarissa turned on her side, her tears flowing easily to wet her pillow. She was disappointed and angry at herself for her disappointment. Roger seemed to understand, even if she herself didn’t. She suddenly felt so mixed up and confused. And tired. By the time that Bea returned with the tea, Clarissa had fallen into an uneasy sleep.

Periodically through the afternoon Bea would gently knock before glancing in to see the Countess curled up on her side clutching her stomach. She recognized the signs of a woman having a painful monthly flow and sympathized with the young newlywed. Nevertheless, when she saw the Count heading for the bedroom that he shared with his wife, she let him know.

“She seems to have been asleep all evening. I’ve checked on her from time to time. If she needs anything just have her ring the bell and I can quickly be there. Otherwise, I bid you good night.”

 

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Roger said good night to Bea after she had told him that Clarissa was still not herself and was asleep but that she would be available during the night if Clarissa wanted anything.

"Thank you Bea, you are a treasure, her ladyship will be most grateful as am I."

After he had undressed being careful not to wake his wife he slipped under the covers and felt the warmth of Clarissa's sleeping form against him. Carefully he slid his arms around her and held her firm young breasts through her nightgown. He nuzzled her neck just below her ear and spoke quietly to her although she would not hear him.

"Clarissa my love, you are all that I have ever wanted, I love you dearly and you bring me such joy as you are, I understand that you believe me to be disappointed that you are not with child but in truth I am partly relieved, we have so much more to learn about each other, I love you and know that you love me, that is sufficient for now,"

He closed his eyes and slept soundly.

He was still in the same position when he woke in the morning but he was aware that Clarissa was also awake and had her hands over his holding her breasts,

"Good morning my sweet did you sleep well? Are you well enough to eat breakfast downstairs or shall I have it brought to you?"

Roger slipped out of bed his semi hard cock swinging side to side.

"I wish you would stop staring at me so hungrily Clarissa, we both know that what we desire is not possible for a few days at least, methinks it best if we concentrate on other matters, speaking of which I shall be going to Barnstaple again today, I discovered something last night and need to speak with the magistrate. If you feel up to it why don't you take Thunder down to the beach and take one of the stable lads with you."

 

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When she awoke the next morning, Roger was holding her in his arms, his hands carefully cupping her breast which were still a bit painful. Still, she felt loved and wanted and she found it touching that he cared enough to hold her all night.

She had always been told that during her monthly flow, that most husbands were turned off and frequently the wife would be required to sleep in a separate room for various reasons.

She was blessed. Roger seemed to accept all this as part of being married.

She placed her hands on his, and that must have awakened him for she felt him stir. He kissed the back of her neck.

Good morning my sweet did you sleep well? Are you well enough to eat breakfast downstairs or shall I have it brought to you?

“Will you have Bea bring me some dry toast and tea?”

He climbed out of bed and began to dress. She watched his manhood as it started to rise. Despite how she felt - all bloated and cramping - she missed it. And him...

I wish you would stop staring at me so hungrily Clarissa, we both know that what we desire is not possible for a few days at least, methinks it best if we concentrate on other matters, speaking of which I shall be going to Barnstaple again today, I discovered something last night and need to speak with the magistrate. If you feel up to it why don't you take Thunder down to the beach and take one of the stable lads with you.

Riding was not exactly what she felt like today. Instead, she would just be lazy and lay around the house. Especially if he was going to be gone most of the day.

“Care too give me some idea as to what you found, or would you rather wait? And is it something that your friends Lord and Lady Chichester are not going to like?”

She paused. “By the way, any idea as to when they will be returning?”

Before he left, he gave her a kiss. “You take care.” And then he left the room and headed downstairs. In about 20 minutes there was a knock at the door and Bea came in carrying a tray with her dried toast and tea.

“Still a bit under the weather? I understand, ma’am.” Bea put the tray down and plumped up Clarissa’s pillows before setting the tray down in front of her.

“After I eat, I will just get dressed and laze about the house today. I think that I’ll wear my pink dress. It is relatively plain and not so tight. Then if you will tell me how to get to the library, I think that I will sit in the garden and read.”

Soon she was sitting in the garden reading a book of poetry. The sun felt nice on her and after a bit she took a break and walked out to the stables. Thunder was glad to see her, nuzzling her shoulder to ask for sugar.

“You’re spoilt!” She gave a chuckle as she held out her hand and watched her stallion greedily eat it. “You miss Cloudy, don’t you? She is just gone for a little bit. They’ll both be home soon.”

She spent some time grooming Thunder and then she headed indoor. Her stomach was still cramping a bit and she didn’t really feel like doing much of anything. Instead she wound up falling asleep in a chair in the library, the book falling from her lap onto the floor.

 

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The brief interlude with Clarissa was pleasant and he enjoyed the feel of Clarissa's shapely breasts in his hands and even more so when she put her hands over his and pressed his hands to her breasts. he placed a light kiss on her neck which she seemed to enjoy.

As he dressed Clarissa questioned him about the purpose of his trip to Barnstaple, He managed to evade a direct answer, not because he wanted to deceive her but he wanted to give her good news when he returned. On his way down he gave Bea her instructions for Clarissa's breakfast and collected the ledgers he intended to put before the Magistrate.

When he arrived in Barnstaple it only took two enquiries as to where he could find Magistrate Johnathan Rumple and he was sat opposite him in his office. Jonathan Rumple was an imposing figure, blunt and direct almost to the point of rudeness but in his favour was his fairness and impartiality and willingness to listen.

"Well DeCoverly what can I do for you?" He boomed, his voice making the paintings on the wall shake.

Roger was not at all intimidated by the man's rudeness in not using his title but he let it pass.

"Let me start at the beginning so you will have a clear picture as to why I am here."

Roger told the tale of Alice Snark's rudeness to Clarissa which led to Alice's dismissal then he told the story of how Thunder was stolen and almost sold but was saved due to the intervention of Sir Godfrey Claypoole. At this point Rumple interrupted.

"Godfrey Claypoole eh? Fine fellow, very fine fellow indeed."

Then Roger told about his findings in the ledgers and his belief that Alice Snark was not only mean and vindictive but also a thief, stealing from her employers.

Rumple sat thinking for a few minutes then said,

"And you believe this woman is out to make your time here as miserable as possible?"

"Yes that is correct but the main issue here to my mind is the fact that she is a thief and as such she should be punished."

"DeCoverly you cannot go around saying she is a thief, she has not as yet been charged with any crime and most certainly it has not been proved beyond all reasonable doubt as required by law that she is guilty."

"I am well aware of that Mr, Rumple that is why I have come to speak with you, no one else knows of this not even my wife, what I need to know is what is the next step?"

"Leave it with me, I will need to speak with Sir Godfrey Claypoole to verify your story."

"Am I to take it that you do not believe me?"

"You are a stranger here, I do not know you, how do I know that it is not you who is persecuting a poor innocent woman?"

Roger angrily swept the ledgers into his arms, "I thought I could trust the law but it appears that is not so, I will find some other way to bring this woman to justice."

Roger rode Cloudy hard back to the mansion, seething at being practically accused of fabricating a story to get Alice Snark into trouble. He just left the stable lads to see to Cloudy and strode angrily into the library to be greeted by the sight of his beloved Clarissa lying in what appeared to be a faint.

"BEA, BEA, ANYBODY, FETCH SOME WATER,"