The Bride Absconded (closed for cumnchat)

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Despite the pain he felt Roger was hungry and was demolishing his third plate of bacon, egg fritters and crumpets, when Clarissa put in an appearance looking radiant as usual,before she fixed her own plate, Roger, who had his mouthful, signalled to her that he wanted a kiss by tapping his cheek with his finger. When she had obliged him and was sat beside him she began hesitantly,

'Love, I have something to confess. I’m not quite sure what to do so I am asking you what you want me to do. I was going to go with you back to Barnstaple to lodge a complaint against those men that beat you. But then I thought that it might look like you brought me with you because you could not handle things yourself. Or I could stay here and ride Thunder in the surf and let you handle things yourself. You tell me which you prefer.'

"To be perfectly honest my sweet I have been thinking along the very same lines and I really do not want the bother of a trip into Barnstaple and you are missing riding Thunder so you must ride him and let him play with the the white horses on the waves, he will thank you for it. I am going to send a missive to Mr. Rumple and lay charges against the Snark brothers explaining that due to my injuries I am unable to present myself in person but will be willing to do so if he takes action and apprehends those three ruffians. Once that is done I will take a slow leisurely walk down to the beach and watch you and Thunder cavorting among the waves."

Glancing up he saw Clarissa's eyes shining with delight, he had made the correct decision although he knew that if he had wanted her to travel to Barnstaple she would have done so without complaint. Married such a short time and already she was proving to be the perfect wife in every way possible.

 

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After finishing her meal, Clarissa soundly kiss Roger. It was a kiss that promised more once he was on the mend and the twinkle in his eyes told her that he fully intended on collecting payment from her.

She was humming as she headed out to the stables. As if he knew that she approached, Thunder’s impatient whinny came from the building. Entering, the smell of straw and horses greeted her senses as the anxious animals stamped around in their stalls. Cloudy stuck her nose out in greeting and Clarissa slipped her hand in her pocket and gave the thing a lump of sugar and a pat on the nose before heading to the next stall.

Thunder was glad to see her, nuzzling her and snorting before taking the lump of sugar and soundly crunching it.

“I missed you, boy. And you missed me too. Didn’t you?” The horse had grown used to once a month being ignored by her when her Monthly was here. Oh, the groomsmen could walk him but no one really dared to ride the horse. But now he knew that they would have a chance to really run.

As she quickly saddled Thunder, the stallion stomped the dirt ground, impatient to be off. She saw the older groomsman nowhere about but a younger kid stood watching her quickly and efficiently preparing Thunder for riding.

“Would you give me about an hour to ride him and then bring Cloudy down to the beach so that the two of them can run in the surf?”

The groom - a lad named Sam - nodded and smiled and gave a tug on his forelocks. “Yes, m’Lady. Oi daren’t ride T’under f’ exercise. None if us t’wud. ‘e’s wild! Oi don’t sees ‘ow yew do it.”

She smiled and climbed in the saddle. With a quick wave she rode him outside the stable and then gave the horse his head. He needed no urging but tore off as if the very devil were on his heels. She had pulled her hair back in a rather messy knot, which was quickly wasted as the wind tore at it until her hair was loose and wild. Thunder’s feet were a blur and the two of them looked like an apparition on the hillside - this black beast that seemed to race without touching the ground, and his pale rider, hunkered over the black steed whispering secrets into the horse’s ear. She had no idea where they headed, only that they both were happy to once again be riding.

The wind stung her eyes as the world passed by in a blur and after a while she realized that it was probably past the time that she had told Sam to meet her on the beach.

Reining in Thunder, they turned and headed back towards the house and the beach. Even from a distance she could see the figure walking Cloudy along the water’s edge. Thunder’s nostrils flared at the smell of the salt sea air. The figure on the beach waved at her and she realized that it was too tall to be the mere kid from the stable.

Once they reached the sand, she could see that it was Roger walking the horse. She climbed down and walked up to him, happy when he took her in his arms and kissed her. Her hair was a mess, hanging down her back when the wind wasn’t playing with it. Flushed cheeks and eyes full of mischief looked up into his. She could see that he was better, but pain still showed in his eyes and she worried about him.

His kiss left her breathless and she smiled and told him, “I know. I know. I’m late. Thunder ran longer than an hour. Next time I’ll say 2 hours. You’re not overdoing are you? I want you well!” She seemed to talk non-stop, full of energy and enthusiasm.

Thunder meanwhile had wandered over to where Cloudy stood near the surf, and nodded to the horse. As if speaking their own language, the two horses seemed to do a series of head bobs and whinnies and Clarissa looked at them and laughed.

“I suspect that when it comes time, we may want to mate these two. Might get a good colt out of them.”

 

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Everything was settled for the day, Clarissa would ride Thunder, she had been missing him so much. He would write a letter to Rumple, laying charges against the Snark brothers then he would go down to the beach and there he would meet Clarissa and they would spend the rest of the day together while he rested.

When Clarissa had finished her breakfast she gave him a kiss that was full of promise and intent to please him once he was well enough. He returned her kiss and watched her cute rear as she went out of the door, he cursed quietly at his inability to take her in his arms and persuade her to put off riding Thunder for an hour or so. Whoever had coined the phrase 'The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak' had put his situation in a nutshell. Instead he sat at the writing desk and and wrote a strongly worded letter to Mr. Rumple detailing what had happened and his injuries.

When he had finished he called Bea and instructed her to deliver the letter to Mr. Rumple and take the rest of the day off but return in time to help Clarissa dress for dinner. She could take the pony and trap as it was some distance to Barnstaple. Bea was so excited and proud as she had never been allowed to ride in the trap when Mrs. Snark had been in charge. To cap it all Sir DeCoverly had given her two whole guineas to buy a bonnet and dress for when they all went to his home.

Once Bea had been given her instructions and was on her way Roger decided to take a leisurely stroll down to the beach, as he was passing the stables he saw Sam the young groom leading Cloudy out of the stable.

"Where might you be going with Cloudy young Sam?"

"Oi's tekkin' 'er to t'beach Sir, Lady DeCoverly said t'meet her dahn there."

"I'll take her myself thank you Sam, I'm sure you have other work to do."

"Yessir oi got lots t'do, muckin' aht an stuff."

Roger took the reins and walked gingerly along the path to the beach grimacing as his ribs pained him from time to time. To his surprise there was no sign of either Clarissa or Thunder until he looked around and saw them up on the hillside, he waved at them and Clarissa waved back and soon joined him on the sand where she dismounted and walked into his outspread arms her face upturned to his for a kiss. Her face was flushed and her eyes were shining and full of mischief and he knew full well that if he had been well enough they would have been making love among the dunes.

'I know. I know. I’m late. Thunder ran longer than an hour. Next time I’ll say 2 hours. You’re not overdoing it are you? I want you well!'

Clarissa chuckled and nodded towards Thunder and Cloudy who were cavorting together in the surf, rubbing noses and bobbing heads.

'I suspect that when it comes time, we may want to mate these two. Might get a good colt out of them'

With a resigned sigh Roger replied,

"That might be so but we should consider making one of our own sometime soon, not today I am afraid but that should not prevent you from checking the tools necessary."

He took Clarissa's hand and led her in among the sheltering dunes and lay down pulling Clarissa down beside him and his hand crept under her riding habit to the top of her thighs and he slid a finger into her quickly dampening sex.

"Your turn Clarissa my love, I cannot be the only one exploring."

He rolled her onto her back and loosened the jacket and the silk blouse and his hand held her breast in his his free hand, he could feel her heart beating faster as he played with her firm erect nipple and he kissed her firmly and passionately,

"I LOVE YOU SO CLARISSA."

 

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In the sheltering cove Clarissa and Roger played naughtily with each other, just enough for them both to wish that Roger was well enough to complete what they had started and for them to wish they were back in their bedroom so they could really have fun without the grit of sand getting in uncomfortable places.

After declaring their love for each other, they decided to head back to the house. It was slow going back along the path that led up the somewhat steep hill. Since Roger could not ride, they both made the climb up to the house while holding loose reins on the horses as they followed. Normally Thunder would have been chomping at the bit to race up the hill but right now he seemed more taken with Cloudy, walking quite mannerly beside the horse.

Back at the house, Roger said he would take the horses to the stables while she went inside. The place was filled with servants dusting and polishing everything in sight, whether it needed it or not. The butler was walking around frowning and appeared mildly flustered, which for a butler of this caliber was saying quite a bit.

“Is something wrong?”

“Well, the Master and Mistress are returning tomorrow and I cannot seem to locate Beatrice. Someone mentioned that she had taken trap. Do you know anything about it?”

“Yes. She is running an errand for my husband concerning the attack upon him in Barnstaple. She is delivering a message to the authorities from him. Is there a problem with that?”

The butler smiled and shook his head. “Oh, no your Ladyship. I was just going to use her if you were not. But there is certainly no problem with that.”

“Once we are through with her we will let her know that you need her.”

“Oh, thank you, my Lady. If you are hungry, lunch can be found in the breakfast room. I thought that you might prefer that more intimate room.”

She thanked him and just then Roger came through the door walking a bit gingerly. Clarissa decided that she would tell Roger about her discussion with the butler while they ate lunch. She thought that he might find it amusing. Plus this was verification that Lord and Lady Chichester would be arriving tomorrow.

Slipping her arm through his, they strolled carefully through the foyer towards the breakfast room.

 

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They played happily with each other among the sand dunes, both of them bared to the waist and Clarissa's riding habit pushed around her waist. Clarissa's skin was warm and soft to the touch, the gentle sea breeze puckering her dark erect nipples atop her freckled breasts. Roger kissed her tasting the salt from the sea on her lips, he drew a gasp of delight from her, when, in the middle of one particularly passionate kiss he slid two large fingers into her moist entrance and stirred her juices.

"Would that I could do more than just play with you my love ." He smiled ruefully down at her, "Those Snark brothers have a lot to answer for."

Eventually they decided to return to the manor for lunch and they gathered everything up and called Cloudy and Thunder from their cavorting in the gentle surf and hand in hand they walked slowly up the steep path to the clifftop. Roger said he would get the horses settled while Clarissa organised lunch.

The stable boy was keen to look after the horses when he had finished mucking out the stalls. Roger had to smile to himself when Thunder refused to go into his own stall and waited outside Cloudy's waiting to be let in.

"Very well Thunder, you Lothario, court her if you must, behave yourself though, she is not ready become a dam just yet."

He made a mental note to mention the burgeoning romance to Clarissa, certain that she would be delighted.

He found Clarissa in the Foyer talking to the butler and Clarissa informed him they would be having lunch in the breakfast room. Arm in arm they made their way to lunch. Roger became quite irritated with continual comings and goings of all the staff.

"Just what is going on? Can we not have five minutes peace to eat our lunch?"

It was most unlike Sir Roger but his ribs were really paining him and he took his anger out on those closest to him. He threw his knife and fork down and snapped at Clarissa,

"I am going to bed to rest I suppose I will see you later." and he stormed out of the breakfast room. Leaving Clarissa almost in tears.

 

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It was obvious that Roger had probably overdone it for he was usually such a congenial man. But lunch was anything but pleasant. Every time that someone entered to give him more tea, or to see if they wanted anything else just seemed to put the man on edge. Finally in frustration Roger threw down his napkin and announced I am going to bed to rest I suppose I will see you later. before he stormed out. From the way that he walked, she could tell that he was in pain and did not feel good.

She wanted to cry and she sat there for a moment wondering what she should do. He probably overdid it, and needed some time to himself. Best to give him a chance to rest and recuperate. After all, if the owners were returning tomorrow she wanted him to feel better. She really felt that it was time for them to return home. They could borrow or even rent a trap to drive back home.

Finishing her meal, she spent the afternoon looking around the manor. Once the Chichesters returned she really couldn’t do it and she really wanted to remember her time here. At least the good things.

Near sunset Bea return, excited at having spent the day in Barnstaple running the errand for Roger. Plus she had managed to purchase several things with the extra coin that Roger had given her. Her cheeks were flushed and she had a huge grin on her face.

“An’ ‘ear’s a message back fer Sir Roger. Oi took no look at it.”

Clarissa smiled at the girl. “I didn’t think that you did. I’ll make sure that her gets it. Also, the butler was needing your help to prepare things for the return of Lord and Lady Chichester so you might check with him. Thank you so much for your assistance. I will not need you tonight. But once we are back home I will probably keep you busy.”

They had about an hour or so before supper would be served so Clarissa climbed the stairs and headed for their bedroom. It was dark inside and she heard the gentle snore as Roger slept.

Putting the message on the bedside table, she carefully climbed into bed beside him and snuggled up to him. And he seemed to automatically wrap his arm around her as he slept. In just a matter of minutes she was napping beside him.

 

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On his way up to the bedroom Roger berated himself for being so grumpy over lunch and his treatment of everyone concerned including his dear Clarissa, they had all been trying to make things easier for him but he had turned on them with a foul temper. He managed to undress himself but was unable to bend down to pick his clothes up and left them strewn all over the floor.

He practically fell onto the bed and it was with great difficulty he found a comfortable position to sleep. it seemed to be only a few minutes before he heard Clarissa enter although it must have been hours later as it was dusk. Roger feigned sleep as he could not face Clarissa's disapproval of his behaviour but she just lay down beside him and snuggled into him, his arm automatically went around her. In his mind he thought ' I do not deserve this woman, she is so forgiving, so loving, so perfect.'

In the morning Roger felt so much better, his ribs pained him far less and he knew it was time to face Clarissa and take whatever punishment she had in mind for his loutish outburst at lunch the day before. Slowly he rolled over and found Clarissa lying still fully dressed beside him, he realised that she must have stayed with him all night, missing supper to be with him. Gently he turned her face to his and kissed her ran his wet tongue over her pretty bowed lips.

"Clarissa my dearest love, please forgive me for my behaviour yesterday, 'twas the pain that was killing me."

With no answer forthcoming he assumed it was one of two things, either she was still asleep or she was angry with him and was not speaking to him. He looked down at himself and saw that he still wore his underpants but was bare chested so he climbed gingerly out of bed and found a dressing gown to cover himself in case Bea came in. Thinking of Bea reminded him of the errand he had sent her on and when he looked on the bedside table there was a sealed envelope addressed to him. There was a letter knife also on the table and he slit the letter open. As he read it he frowned then the smile returned to his face, it read,

Dear Sir,
I received your letter concerning the alleged attack on you by the Snark brothers. Initially I believed there was nothing to be done as it was just your word against theirs, that is not to say that your word would not be believed but a disreputable solicitor could claim that you are mistaken as to the the identity of your attackers. However enquiries have been made in the vicinity of your attack and a Mr. Edwin Cruickshank,his wife Emily and daughter Patty say they saw the whole thing and will swear to it in court. As a consequence the three brothers are under arrest and reside in the town jail until their court appearance in two days time along with their sister Alice Snark.
The charges range from an attack upon yourself causing you pain, horse stealing and illegal trading of said animal, to theft and embezzlement of money from a trusting employer and inciting others to violence. If all of these are proved they will possibly face deportment to the colonies or a very long stay in Newgate jail or aboard the hulks on the Thames.

Your humble servant
RUMPLE

Roger threw the letter in the air in delight and danced around the room in delight, ignoring the pain in his ribs. He came to a sudden stop when he saw Bea standing in the doorway with her mouth wide open in amazement.

 

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The night passed with her asleep despite being uncomfortable. Her dress was not exactly made for slumber yet somehow sleep she did. In fact, she was suddenly awaken by the sound of Roger letting out something that sounded like “Hurrah”.

Rolling over, she discovered him doing some sort of triumphant jig in the middle of the bedroom. Unknown to him, Bea stood in the bedroom doorway staring at him in bemused amazement.

What was really funny was when Roger turned around and discovered Bea watching him. The dance died in mid jig and he managed to look flustered.

Clarissa could not help herself. The laughter burst forth from her lips and Roger suddenly seemed to realize that he had been caught by his wife as well. Bea joined in the laughter before finally, seeing the humor of it all, Roger joined in and the three of them laughed until Clarissa’s sides ached.

After a minute or two, Clarissa told Bea, “Suffice to say, I believe that my husband is feeling better. Perhaps the pieces of paper on the floor has something to do with it?” She questioned him and he went to bend over to pick it up. He got halfway down before he stopped and gave a small groan.

“‘ere, Sir. Let me get that fer ya.” Bea rushed over and picked it up, handing it to Roger. “Oi jest comes at tell ya that lunch is expected be a bit late. Tha Master and Mistress are expected ‘round then an’ you are ta eat wif them then.”

Bea then cast an eye in Clarissa’s direction noting that she still wore yesterday’s clothes.

“I shude ‘ave checked on ya after all.”

“No no, ‘tis my own fault. But I think that we both need a bath. Will you have one drawn for us?”

Bea gave a curtsy, still giggling as she ran off to do Clarissa’s bidding. A bit stiffly she slid off the bed and with a smile, crossed to Roger and gave him a kiss.

With a twinkle in her eye, she asked him. “Well, are you going to give me the good news or must I guess?”

 

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As embarrassed as he was at being caught dancing around the bedchamber in his underclothes by Bea and then his wife Roger was in the highest of spirits and joined in the laughter at his own expense. The devil of it was that Clarissa laughed loudest and longest holding her sides with laughter, but he could not help but love her all the more for not ridiculing or mocking him.

When the laughter had ceased to a mere chuckle Clarissa said with a big smile on her face,

'I believe that my husband is feeling better. Perhaps the pieces of paper on the floor has something to do with it?'

He bent down to pick up the dropped letter and groaned as his ribs reminded him of his situation.

'‘ere, Sir. Let me get that fer ya.” Bea rushed over and picked it up, handing it to Roger. “Oi jest comes at tell ya that lunch is expected be a bit late. Tha Master and Mistress are expected ‘round then an’ you are ta eat wif them then.'

"Thankyou Bea, most kind of you to help out an old grump like me." He grinned at Clarissa as if to say 'I've apologised haven't I?"

Bea went on to admonish herself for not attending to Clarissa the night before leaving her to sleep in her clothes.

'No no, ‘tis my own fault. But I think that we both need a bath. Will you have one drawn for us?'

Bea dropped a quick curtsey and scurried off to do as she was bid, still chuckling to herself.

Clarissa slid out of the bed and crossed to Roger giving him a kiss,

'Well, are you going to give me the good news or must I guess?'

Playfully Roger smacked her backside and pronounced solemnly,

"You expect your husband to divulge the contents of his private correspondence and only get a kiss in return? 'Twill take a sight more than that."

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close into him, his manhood pressing against her and his fingers already busy with the buttons on her dress,

"Do you think I could have you undressed before the bath is ready and leave us enough time to...............?"

His hands slid the dress off her pale freckled shoulders and down to her waist, Clarissa's breasts jiggled as she giggled and he kissed her, his tongue sought hers and they were like two serpents vying for supremacy.

"Tbath's ready M'lady, half filled as usual so ye don't splash too much on t'floor."

Bea's voice interrupted them as they broke apart and made for the bathroom hand in hand divesting themselves of their remaining clothing on the way. A few seconds earlier and Bea would have seen them both in all their naked glory but she had barely closed the door to the landing before they entered giggling at each other hoping for a gentle romp in the bath being careful of Roger's still sore ribs.

 

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Despite Roger’s ribs and their still mending nature, Clarissa managed to give enough pleasure for the both of them. Nevertheless, by the time that they both emerged from the bath, they had managed to get each other clean, Roger had managed to make several deposits of seed within Clarissa and Clarissa had managed had managed to delight Roger enough that he was willing to tell her the reason for his glee.

After departing the cooling water, they went back into their bedroom to discover that Bea had snuck them in some fresh fruit and pastries that should hold them lunch was served. After polishing off the food, with the excuse of allowing Roger’s ribs to mend a bit more, they climbed back into bed for a bit more time of naughty play, announcing that it was actually a celebration of Roger’s good news, before they fell back asleep for a short nap.

A knock awoke them and after making sure that no naughty bits were above the covers, Bea stuck her head in to announce that Lord and Lady Chichester had arrived amidst much fanfare and lunch would be served in about an hour. She said that she would return in 15 minutes to dress Clarissa. Once the door was closed, Clarissa hopped out of bed and helped Roger dress as bending over was still somewhat of a problem for him.

By the time that Bea returned Roger was dressed and heading out the door. For the next 30 minutes Bea helped Clarissa dress. The girl knew better than to try to fix her hair in some fake pretense of high society but instead brushed Clarissa’s hair until it shone like the midday sun and hung down her back. Freckles stood out on every bit of bare skin and Clarissa looked pretty in a bright blue and white dress that was really rather plain despite the fact that she was a Lady. There were none of the usual ribbon and bows nor was there an over abundance of lace on the dress though the discerning eye could see that it was of finest quality material.

“Do you think that I shall shock them too much?” She teased Bea.

“Gor, despite t’eir titles they’re like yew and Master Roger - down ya earf an’ not full uv puttin’ on airs like Mrs. Snark wuz. They’ll luv ya!”

Bea told her where to find them and she headed down the stairs. Passing by a table, she brushed up too close and almost knocked over a planter sitting on it. She caught it in time and righted it before heading to where everyone was waiting.

But she didn’t realize that dirt from the planter was on her finger which was promptly transferred to her nose. She gave a tap on the door and heard a rather gruff “Enter”. She opened the door to find 3 pairs of eyes upon her, unaware that she entertained a smidge of dirt on her freckled nose.

“Hello. I hope that I have not kept you waiting.”

 

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The bathwater was hot and turned their skin red as they cavorted in the water splashing each other until Roger pulled Clarissa to him and said sternly but with laughter in his eyes,

"So my wife wishes to know what news my correspondence brings, to be privy to things of that nature I demand the satisfaction of holding your body in my arms and being a true husband to you, open your pretty legs wench."

Clarissa eagerly seated herself on his hard erect manhood and rode him gently as he buried his face between her freckled breasts, cupping her round buttocks in his large hands, squeezing her flesh as his climax arrived. After their first climax Roger's muffled voice chuckled,

"Most satisfactory my sweet, once more if you please." They began again with Roger not so dormant as before but thrusting into Clarissa's tight eager sex. Once more Clarissa cried out, arching her back as he filled with his hot seed. Well satisfied Roger washed Clarissa all over as he told her what the letter has said finishing with,

"I will be there to see that evil woman and her three rogue brothers feel the full weight of the law."

They went back to the bedroom and sat cross legged, naked on the bed whilst they ate a snack of fruit and pastries that Bea had thoughtfully left for them. Afterwards they lay curled up together fondling each other under the covers until Bea knocked and woke them and waiting discreetly until they bade her enter. She informed them that Lord and Lady Chichester had arrived and would Roger and Clarissa join them for lunch.

Bea left them alone while Clarisa helped Roger dress and then he went down to speak to Lord and Lady Chichester while Bea helped Clarissa dress.

Roger found the elderly couple taking the air in the garden and as it was not the warmest of days they went back inside and Roger began to explain the story of Alice Snark and asked his Lordship's forgiveness for prying into his accounts.

"Think nothing of it Roger, I'm pleased that you did what you thought was right, I never took to the woman as it is and to insult your bride as she did, it's unforgivable. Where is the pretty young girl anyway, I assume she's pretty as a picture, don't you agree Eloise?"

He turned to his wife who just nodded her assent.

Just then a knock came at the door and Roger stated proudly,

"That will be her now, prepare to be dazzled by her beauty."

The door opened and in came Clarissa looking beautiful apart from the smudge of dirt on her nose. Roger stared for a moment then a smile spread over his face and he said nothing banking on his Lordship and Ladyship to be too well bred to remark on it.

"Come in my dear, let me introduce you."

He took Clarissa's hand and took her to Edwin Chichester who had a knowing smile on his face, as she curtseyed he smiled benignly,

"Now, now, Clarissa none of this curtseying to likes of us, you are guests here and will be treated as such but if you must look for truffles take one of the dogs with you." and laughed heartily and Roger and Eloise joined in while Clarissa was mystified as to what they were laughing at until Roger took her to the mirror hanging over the fireplace and made her look at herself. Her face went crimson. Roger took a handkerchief from his pocket and licked it and wiped the dirt from her little button nose.

"There we are m'dear all clean now, we won't be distracted looking at your nose during lunch."

Edwin and Eloise controlled their laughter and Edwin congratulated Roger,

"BRAVO, BRAVO, mission accomplished with the minimum of fuss, Clarissa my dear you must sit next to me at lunch and tell me how you managed to get that dirt on your pretty little nose, I must say though it did nothing to detract from your beauty, no wonder Roger beat off the opposition and snapped you up."

 

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After a brief period of embarrassment, Clarissa laughed as Roger cleaned the smudge off her nose.

BRAVO, BRAVO, mission accomplished with the minimum of fuss, Clarissa my dear you must sit next to me at lunch and tell me how you managed to get that dirt on your pretty little nose, I must say though it did nothing to detract from your beauty, no wonder Roger beat off the opposition and snapped you up.

Lunch proved to be very enjoyable and she found that she quite liked their host and hostess. Soon she and Roger had both Lord and Lady Chichester laughing as they regaled them with the story of Roger trying to court her (though they did neglect the part about her father gambling away the manor and her hand in marriage), of her stealing away in the night and with Roger hot on her heels, her racing and winning the horse race.

“Wait one minute! That was you? Before we left on our trip, we had heard of a young upstart woman that had managed to win the race on a stallion that took one’s breath away.”

Clarissa nodded. “That is Thunder. He has been enjoying your hospitality too.”

“Then after we finish our meal I would love to see this wonder,” his Lordship exclaimed. “From what I remember, a friend of mine lost quite a bit wagering against a young woman and her horse. He thought that she would not be able to control such a fine steed.”

“If you mean Sir Godfrey, then yes, that was me.” And with that she and Roger explained just how everything all tied up. Periodically his Lordship would shake his head in disbelief and her Ladyship would gasp in shock or delight. By the time that the main meal was finished and they were being served a berry compote for desert, Lady Chichester broached a subject with Clarissa.

“I wanted to check with you about something. I have been informed that one of our maids has told us that she has been asked by you if she would like to go work for you as your personal maid.”

“I did not mean to go behind your back, your Ladyship, but when Roger had that Mrs. Snark leave for the time being, Bea offered to step in and be my personal maid while we were visiting. She proved herself to be imaginative with great initiative and a wonderful sense of humor and I asked her if she would consider coming back with us when we return home. I would not want to cause problems for you though.”

“To tell the truth, my dear, I was not really certain which one Beatrice, or rather Bea as you call her, is. I always left everything to Mrs. Snark...which apparently was a mistake. No, my dear, if you indeed want her to go back with you and the young girl agrees to it, then it is perfectly fine with me.”

And with that, they finished their meal as they talked about various things such as Lady Ada Lovelace and other things. By the end of the meal, his Lordship was anxious to see Thunder and they all headed down to the stables to see Thunder.

 

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After Roger had removed the smudge from Clarissa's cute button nose she began to see the funny side of it and laughed gaily along with them all, Lord Chichester seemed to be very taken with Clarissa and insisted that she sit beside him at lunch. It was a merry meal as Roger and Clarissa kept interrupting each other to give their account of the pursuit and chase of Clarissa all over the countryside, indeed Lord Chichester held his sides with laughter as Clarissa insisted that she had outsmarted Roger at every turn and it was only luck that had taken him to Ada's whilst Clarissa was there which Roger vehemently denied with a twinkle in his eye. Even the most casual observer would have seen that they were deeply in love. When Clarissa told of winning the race at Epsom Lord Chichester divulged that he knew Sir Godfrey and asked that he see this wonder horse, Thunder. So it was decided that after lunch they would all go down to the stables and let Lord Chichester see Thunder for himself.

During a slight lull in the laughter Roger heard Clarissa and Lady Chichester talking and heard Bea mentioned so he assumed Clarissa was being polite and asking Lady Chichester if it was alright for her to steal Bea from her employ. From the pleased look on Clarissa's face all was well.

When lunch was finished and the gentlemen had enjoyed a brandy and the ladies a small glass of sherry they walked to the stables. As they entered the stable Thunder must have caught sight of Clarissa, for he whinnied loudly in greeting and stomped in his stall.

"My oh my, what a beautiful creature my dear Clarissa, you are most fortunate to own such an animal." was Lord Chichester's first response when he saw the sleek powerful animal.

"I rather think that Clarissa does not think of him being in her ownership but rather that they are friends." Roger interjected.

"May I see you ride him m'dear?" asked his lordship, "I think you make a most handsome pairing, apart from you and Roger of course.

Anxious to please their host Thunder was quickly saddled and Clarissa although not dressed for riding lifted her skirts above her knees and mounted Thunder showing a fair amount of leg, It was Quite apparent that Lord Chichester appreciated the impromptu show as he positively beamed as Clarissa walked Thunder to the paddock and let him do few circuits before bringing him back to where they stood watching.

Lord Chichester was effusive in his praise,

"Beautiful, beautiful both horse and rider, he moves so well as do you my dear Clarissa."

Roger could not resist adding a small innuendo to that.

"Yes they move well together as do Clarissa and I in our most intimate moments." He gave Clarissa a broad wink as he spoke.

Lady Chichester asked to be excused as she was tired from the travelling and Lord Chichester accompanied her back to the house leaving Roger, Clarissa and Thunder alone in the stable.

Roger reached up to help Clarissa dismount and intentionally his hands slid along the bare skin of her calf and under her skirts,

"Down you come my girl, come to hubby." he practically pulled her from the saddle into his arms and held her close his manhood hard and erect pressing against her thigh. "Don't worry, my ribs are fine and we won't be disturbed."

He swept her up in her arms and carried her, giggling, to the far recesses of the stable where they would hear anyone come in.

"Now, wife, you have displayed your legs to our host, 'tis only fair that you display more to your husband whom you promised to obey did you not?"

 

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She had not really expected to ride and certainly was not dressed properly for such, but then again, Clarissa had not always followed protocol where society and mores were concerned so it really took very little urging for her to hike up her skirts a bit and climb up onto Thunder’s saddle. She had not missed Lord Chichester’s eager smile at her bit of bare leg. Lady Chichester seemed less impressed by it but seemed to take it all in stride as Clarissa ran Thunder through a few of his paces. Both could see the raw energy that the horse had, with his desire to run being held just below the surface by Clarissa’s experiences and expert horsewomanship.

His Lordship’s enthusiastic words pleased her though she was somewhat embarrassed by what Roger had said in front of the pair and when Lady Chichester claimed to be fatigued from the trip and their hosts went to rest, she gave Roger a somewhat peeved look.

Before she could say anything though, he ran an eager hand up her leg and began pulling her off of Thunder’s back.

Down you come my girl, come to hubby.

He held her close to him, his manhood poking her and easily letting her know his thoughts and desires.

“But Roger, your ribs. You don’t want to hurt them before they have completely healed. Besides, the groomsmen might come along.”

Don't worry, my ribs are fine and we won't be disturbed.

She couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her lips as he swept her up and carried her down the stables to an empty stall that was relatively clean. Setting her down, there was a wonderfully dangerous glint in his eyes as he backed her up against the stall wall as he spoke to her.

Now, wife, you have displayed your legs to our host, 'tis only fair that you display more to your husband whom you promised to obey did you not?

She gave him a mischievous smile and began loosening the ties on her bodice. “But how can I obey you dear husband when there is not even a bale of hay for you to sit on?”

With her ties loosened, she teasingly peeled the fabric to give Roger a fair view of her breast pressed up in the bodice, causing them to threaten to burst forth any minute from their confines.

His kisses were hungry, as if this was their first forbidden meeting and she wound her arms around his neck, giving him easy access to her aching nipples. As if they were illicit lovers, no words passed between them. Instead, his lips would periodically claim hers as if needing renewed sustenance before trailing them down her neck to her nipples hard and needy. Kissing and licking and sucking and nipping he would feast like a hungry man before once more finding her lips.

She did not realize that at some point he must have freed his manhood because his hand began lifting her skirt and petticoats, his intent determined. As she kept her arms around his neck, their lips pressed together as his tongue probed her mouth so as to drink deeply from it, he lifted her left leg and draped it over his right arm, his fingers reaching blindly and finding the slit in her pantaloons to sink two fingers in her wet sex.

He paused and and pulled back to look at her with a grin before pulling his fingers out. With the wooden stall firmly against her back, he thrust up into her and they both sighed in relief.

Standing there with the smells of hay and horse, he took her. Her back thumped in rhythmic cadence against the stall wall as they continued their passionate lovemaking, each eagerly building towards that needed climax.

 

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Lord and Lady were barely out of the door before Roger laid his hand on Clarissa's bare leg and slyly slid his hand upward to her thigh and invited her to dismount,

'Down you come my girl, come to hubby'

It was not so much a request as a purpose laden command, as she slid off Thunder's back she fell straight into her husband's open arms, then holding her close, his member poked her and declared his intentions. Thinking of him, she demurred a little asking if his ribs had healed sufficiently but he laughed it off and swept her up in his arms as if she was as light as a feather and carried her to the farthest recesses of the stables reassuring her that they would not be disturbed. Clarissa seemed to understand that with her husband in this mood he would not be denied what he claimed was rightfully his and when he set her down she was still giggling and slowly and teasingly loosened the ties on her bodice and peeled the fabric back so with her breasts trembling with excitement they overflowed the top pf her bodice and Roger seized on them, sucking with hungry lips on the tender freckled flesh.

He felt her arms go around his neck and there was no need for words as he scooped her breasts from where they were confined and found her aching nipples that were now dark pink and stiff with desire, he jumped from one to the other not neglecting one in favour of the other and when he ran his tongue up her chest and neck to savour Clarissa's eager sweet kisses, she gave little squeals of delight. Back and forth he went from teats to lips and back again then he began to lift her skirts and petticoats and lifted her left leg over his right arm, blindly seeking access to her sex with his fingers. When he found the slit in her pantaloons his fingers worked their way into the wetness off her sex and he grinned lovingly and wolfishly at her in triumph. having his prey at his mercy he was going to savour every sweet morsel. He moved his fingers in and out a few times to stoke her fires then he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with the bulbous head of his leaking manhood and thrust up into her, hearing the soft gasp as it filled her tight channel. They moved in unison each attuned to the other's needs.

Somehow Clarissa's dress and under clothes had slipped down to her waist and Roger's shirt was undone so they were skin to skin, Clarissa's breasts flattened against his broad chest with her hard pebbled nipples pressing into him. They did not hurry as they both wanted to enjoy this moment in time, making love in the most inappropriate place and despite Roger's assurances the possibility of being discovered at any moment.

Inevitably they both reached their zenith at almost the same time and Roger splashed his hot cream inside Clarissa' velvety channel as she flooded her womanly juices over his thick manhood. At that very moment a bright beam of sunlight streamed in through a gap and illuminated them both in a warm golden glow that made Clarissa's abundance of freckles sparkle and her hair, wild and untamed, shone like a halo round her head,

"You look like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, no,,,,,,,,,, you ARE my own special angel."

Roger croaked with great feeling.

 

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You look like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, no,,,,,,,,,, you ARE my own special angel.

To think that she had fought against marrying him and had led him on a merry chase across the English countryside. His words made her smile.

The smell of sex mixed with the other scents of the stables as they both panted, their bodies still locked together, as if they did not want it all to end. Clarissa kissed him once more, her body still pressed between her husband and the wooden divider wall of the stall. She could feel his manhood slowly slipping from her sex and he finally lowered her leg. With a devious smile, she kissed him once more before whispering in his ear.

“Why, Sir, that was exciting. Perhaps we could do that again sometime. But beware, for my husband is the jealous type!”

Roger seemed to find that amusing and with his kiss, proceeded to show her just how possessive he was of her.

She was the first to notice the sounds of people approaching the stable and they hurriedly put their clothes back into some semblance of order. When finally they emerged from the stall, they ran straight into the head groomsman.

“Ah, Lady DeCoverly, did you want me to put Thunder back in his stall or did you plan to ride him?”

“I plan on riding him. I need to change and then I will ride him. The poor thing needs it.”

She looked at Roger and gave him a mischievous grin. “And I shall leave you to enjoy your afternoon of freedom.” She gave him a quick kiss before slipping out of his grasp and heading back to the main house. Her husband looked disappointed though she suspected that tonight at bedtime he would take his due.

Bea met her on the stairs and promptly turned around to follow Clarissa back to the bedroom.

“I need to take Thunder out for a ride, Bea.” As the young girl helped her change, she told the maid, “and by the way, I have had a discussion with Lady Chichester and she is fine with you leaving and working for me. She is sorry to see you go but wants you to be happy.”

Once finally dressed, Clarissa felt truly comfortable and headed down the stairs. Her hair was in its usual messy roll with more than a few messy tendrils escaping its confines. And her freckled face was flushed with excitement - partially from the anticipation of a ride with Thunder, but mostly from the tryst that she had just had out in the stables with her husband. She felt naughty.

In the foyer, she ran into Roger and whispered to him, “We can look forward to bedtime tonight.” Then she was out the door and within 5 minutes she was on Thunder’s back racing furiously across the countryside.

 

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Even though his manhood was softening and slipping from Clarissa's wet and well used sex she pressed up against him seeming to be unwilling to let him go and they stood caressing each other and Roger stole several hot passionate kisses from her lips, her neck and took one final kiss on each engorged nipple which caused his member to rise momentarily inside her before he finally withdrew his glistening cock from her, covered with a frothy slick mixture of his and Clarissa's spendings. Gently he lowered her leg to the floor and once more Clarissa blessed him with yet another kiss and whispering naughtily into his ear,

'Why, Sir, that was exciting. Perhaps we could do that again sometime. But beware, for my husband is the jealous type!'

Roger gave a radiant smile as he showed Clarissa how a jealous husband would punish her, he pushed her back against the stall and pushed his tongue between her soft cherry lips, one hand squeezed her naked breast and the other clasped her firm round buttock his finger playing with the puckered rear entrance but not trying to enter.

"You are a wicked wanton wife and need to be severely chastised, now is not the time or the place but I shall not forget your indiscretions."

He grinned like an idiot at their little game and was forced to release her as she looked towards the stable door and began to hurriedly cover herself. Just in time they stepped out of the stall having dressed rather hurriedly as the head groomsman greeted them, sniffing the sex laden air with a suspicious look on his face.

'Ah, Lady DeCoverly, did you want me to put Thunder back in his stall or did you plan to ride him?

'I plan on riding him. I need to change and then I will ride him. The poor thing needs it.'

Clarissa turned to her husband who was doing his best not to laugh at Clarissa's admission that she intended to ride. He was sorely tempted to disclose that Clarissa had had one ride just a few minutes ago but propriety prevented him from doing so.

Clarissa stood on tiptoe to kiss him and with a mischievous smile she told him,

'And I shall leave you to enjoy your afternoon of freedom. '

She slipped from his grasp around her waist and went off towards the house, rather disconsolately, Roger watched her go with a spring in her step and a swing of her hips clearly teasing him to the last.

A little later he was on his way to the library where he hoped to find his host and hear about their European tour when he practically bumped into Clarissa bounding down the stairs in her well worn, and leaning towards shabby, riding habit. She stopped only to bolster his spirits with a whispered promise that made his toes curl,

'We can look forward to bedtime tonight.'

Roger looked after her receding figure thoughtfully and found himself thinking of some way to make tonight special. He changed his mind about finding Edwin and
took a stroll in the garden keeping in mind Clarissa's warning about the abundance of bees. As he walked he noticed how beautiful the rose garden looked and he sniffed at the different fragrances, then it struck him, he would need Bea's assistance so he instructed one of the manservants to find her and send her to him in the conservatory. Fifteen minutes later Bea arrived,

"Yew wanted to see me Sir?" She asked nervously, thinking she might have done something wrong.

"Yes Bea come in and take a seat, I have a job which only you can do for myself and my wife, first though you must not say a word to anyone and especially not to my wife."

"Yew can trust me Sir, not a word to anyone oi promise." Bea leaned forward, thrilled, that she was to be privy to a secret.

"Very well Bea, it will mean some extra work for you but I don't think you will mind when I tell you what I want you to do."

"Yew can rely on me Sir, oi don' moind a bit of extra work, her Ladyship don' wurk me that 'ard, not like afore yew came."

"I am sure I can rely on you, if I wasn't I wouldn't be asking you. Now I want you to go into the rose garden and collect half a dozen red roses of the deepest red and heavily scented. I must ask you do you know if there are any red candles in the house?"

Bea found all this most mysterious and exciting, no one had ever asked her to keep a secret before. "Red candles Sir? Aye there's a cupboard full what we us at Christmas."

Excellent, four, I think will be sufficient. Now what are you to do with all these things, well I'll tell you. When her ladyship returns act normally for the rest of the day , no hint that there is anything different happening."

"OOHHH YES SIR, 'tis so excoitin', then what Sir?"

"Whilst I and my wife are at dinner you are to go into our bedroom and sprinkle the rose petals everywhere, on the floor on the bed, everywhere, then place the lighted candles in each corner and ensure there is no other light."

Bea's eyes were shining with delight, "OOOOOOH, Sir 'twill be so romantic, no one 'as ever done that for me, not that oi'd be goin' t'bed wiv a man who ain't me 'usband."

"You do a good job of this Bea and when we get to the Gables, my home, we'll find you a good man to be your husband and he'll be under strict instructions to do that for you on your wedding night."

Bea positively glowed at his words it seemed that her life had taken a violent turnaround from a downtrodden good for nothing skivvy to a ladies maid with wonderful employers who would even find her a husband.

"Oi'll remember all yew told me Sir oi won't let yew dahn."

Bea left to collect the roses and Roger leaned back in the cane chair and dozed off.

 

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Thunder could barely contain himself to get out of the courtyard, the fine thoroughbred horse stamping and pawing at the earth as he waited for the signal to run. As soon as he got it he did not need a second one, nor pause as he took off tearing across the countryside. Leaning down over his neck, she whispered the secret word that they both longed for, his black ears twitching in response.

The wind ripped at the hairpins that tried to contain her messy roll of hair before finally giving up the fight and scattering on the ground like metal autumn leaves. Two wild things, they streaked across the fields, woman and horse one. The black mane of Thunder stinging her face while her own hair, long and blonde, flew straight out behind her giving them both the appearance of a specter from the moors rather than flesh and blood.

*****

Lady Chichester stood by her bedroom window watching the late afternoon sun play across the sky when movement caught her eye.

“Oh, my,” her voice was soft but her husband heard It nevertheless.

“What?” He asked, really not the least bit interested as he read a letter from the solicitor concerning this Snarky business. But his wife next words did catch his attention.

“I do believe that our Roger may have married himself a handful.”

Lord Chichester crossed to see what his wife was talking about. His eyes twinkled as they found the distant figure that his wife was pointing at as it raced across the distant hilltop.

“Yes, I do believe that he has found himself a wild one.”

“She seemed sweet enough, and he did say that before they married she was Lady Fernwood. Fernwood? Feenwood? That name is so familiar.”

His eyes turned back to the letter in his hands and he answered his wife on automatic, as many husbands are wont to do. “Of course. It is young Roger’s wife’s name.”

Lady Chichester sighed and nudged him, giving him a light scolding. “I know that, you silly old thing. Clarissa can certainly ride better than any Englishwoman I’ve ever seen. And a darn sight better than some Englishmen as well.”

The pair disappeared over the hill and she turned to what her husband was reading. “So, what does it say? I never did really like the Snarky woman though she did come highly recommended by Lady Monteith.”

*****

After over an hour of racing around the countryside, Clarissa turned Thunder towards the house overlooking the coast. The sun was heading towards the ocean, as if the water would extinguish the fiery red ball. She paused on the crest of the hill and looked down at the home below.

It was a beautiful sight and the visit had been nice, but she was starting to long to go home. To her new home.

She had yet to even see the place. Would she love it, or would she long to be back at Fernwood? Here she felt obligated to be on her best behavior and not embarrass her husband, especially with his acquaintances now returned to the house. She longed to be where she would have Roger to herself.

Plus she was a bit worried about her father and what he might had done to the estate. After all, if he had gambled away his own daughter’s hand in marriage, there was no telling what he had been up to.

It took very little urging before Thunder was racing towards the house and her love. The groom had seen her coming and was waiting for her. The upper crust of society baffled him. This Lady DeCoverly had money yet her riding togs looked a bit threadbare. Still, the woman was a fine looking thing. That DeCoverly chap was sure one lucky man.

“Did you enjoy your ride?” The groom smiled at her as he greeted her.

“Most definitely! He deserves some extra oats if that is possible. He ran hard.”

“Yes, yer Ladyship.” The groom gave a tug of his forelock as she dismounted.

“Thank you!” She turned and headed off to the house with a spring in her step. She needed to dress for supper and see her sweetie.

 

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Roger spent the rest of the day snoozing in the conservatory, resting his ribs that still ached occasionally but were healing nicely thanks to Clarissa's gentle care. It wasn't just his ribs he was resting though, he knew he was going to need every ounce of stamina he could muster if he was to give Clarissa a night to remember. He thought back to that moment in the stable when she had naughtily whispered her promise to him.

'We can look forward to bedtime tonight.'

He dreamt of her floating towards him in a swirl of soft white linen that slowly slipped from her revealing her body to him piece by beautiful piece.

"OOOHH Clarissa my love." he moaned aloud in his dream, no one heard, save the birds chirruping just outside the window.

The evening shadows were beginning to lengthen when he woke and glancing at his pocket watch he saw that it was getting near to dinnertime and he still had to change if he was to keep up the British tradition of dressing for dinner. Briskly he made his way upstairs to their bedroom while trying to appear unhurried to the various servants he passed on the way.

Clarissa was already there as he entered the bedroom and Bea was just putting the finishing touches to Clarissa's recalcitrant locks. He put on an air of weariness for Clarissa, saying resignedly,

"Hound's teeth Clarissa if it was not to be dinner with our hosts I would miss dinner altogether and go straight to bed I am fair weary after the day's exertions."

He caught a look of disappointment on Clarissa's face and a querying look from Bea but he half turned away from Clarissa so he could give Bea a wink so she would know that she was to do what he had asked of her. Bea was helping Clarissa put on her soft slippers decorated with multi coloured ribbons and he noted that she was wearing silk stockings, it took all his resolve not to comment on the fact that a lady wore no underwear if she was wearing stockings.

Finally they were dressed and ready to go, gallantly Roger took Clarissa's arm and they made their way to the dining room just as the gong sounded that signified that dinner was being served.

"Why Clarissa you look ravishing, doesn't she Edwin?" Gushed Eloise who had shed her rather austere attitude and was now friendly and chatty possibly due to an inherent shyness around strangers.

Dinner was sumptuous and both Roge and Clarissa tried to make it appear that they had eaten a lot although they both had different reasons. Roger had an unfortunate habit of breaking wind after a heavy meal and Clarissa, well, she had her own reasons. As soon as the meal was over and Roger and Edwin had a glass of port and a cigar Roger made his excuse and said he was going to retire. They made their way up the stairs and Roger sawunder the door just a faint flickering light, smiling broadly he opened the door and bowed graciously to Clarissa,

"Your bedchamber awaits my dear, I hope it meets with your approval."

 

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Bea was trying hard but Clarissa’s hair refused to behave.

“Bea, it is useless. No matter how hard you try, my hair seems to have a mind of its own. It refuses to stay and within 10 minutes of me heading down the stairs, I can assure you that I will have left a trail of headpins and my hair will be its usual wild self.” She smiled at the poor maid.

About then, Roger entered and she gave a slight shake of her head and smiled. He had not dressed for dinner yet. He gave a yawn and groan as he spoke.

Hound's teeth Clarissa if it was not to be dinner with our hosts I would miss dinner altogether and go straight to bed I am fair weary after the day's exertions.

For a minute she was disappointed and found herself thinking, damn! She had hoped that maybe tonight... It was disappointing but she guessed that was life.

Finally, Bea just gave up and slipped her slippers on her feet and within 5 minutes they were heading downstairs while the dinner gong sounded.

The Chichesters seemed to have accepted her and dinner was fairly relaxed despite how dressed up they all were. The food was delicious but both she and Roger managed to avoid overeating. Clarissa usually found that eating too much heavy food right before going to bed could give her a bit of indigestion.

Throughout the meal little wisps of her hair would slip loose of their confines as her hair slowly deconstructed its style. Conversation was standard, with nothing too personal or prying and soon they were saying good night to their hosts and heading slowly up the stairs to their room.

Roger kept yawning and quite frankly she was afraid that he would fall asleep before they reached the room.

“You can go on to bed if you want and I’ll ring for Bea to help me get ready for bed.”

Suddenly, as they reached the bedroom door, he straightened up and announced, Your bedchamber awaits my dear, I hope it meets with your approval. as he opened the door with a flourish and a bow.

Inside looked like a fantasy world, with the smell of roses filling the room. She could see why, for the bed, the floor, and everywhere was covered with rose petals in various shades of pink and red and yellow. The lights flickered in the room and she noticed that placed around the room were candles that gave the room a magical appearance.

Clapping her hands in delight, she stepped into the room and stood there smiling. Roger closed the door behind them and stood there grinning, pleased with himself. For a moment she paused and gave a little giggle of pleasure before running to him and throwing her arm around his neck so she could kiss him hard.

“Oh, Roger, you sly thing! I wholeheartedly approve!”

 

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Roger was nervous as the last of dinner was finished, what if Bea had not carried out his instructions to the letter what if Clarissa thought it all a bit too much , what if she didn't like what he had done? It was all negative what ifs but it was too late now, he had laid his cards on the table, now it remained to be seen if it was a winning hand.

'Your bedchamber awaits my dear, I hope it meets with your approval.'

He threw the door open and bowed gracefully as she entered. During the momentary pause that followed Roger himself was amazed how romantic a setting it was and he silently blessed Bea for the part she had played. The next moment Clarissa was in his arms her eyes sparkling with excitement, her arms around his neck she kissed him hard,

'Oh, Roger, you sly thing! I wholeheartedly approve.'

"I hope that you approve of everything that is going to happen tonight my dear. You can make as much noise as you like, no one can hear you, I have checked and Bea has been told she will not be needed until mid morning."

He made no attempt to begin undressing her but instead he held both her wrists in one large hand above her head and asked her roughly,

"Do you remember this morning when you were being a wanton wife and you were told that a wanton wife would pay for her indiscretions? Now is the time to pay."

He turned her to face the bed and bent her over lifting her dress to bare her pale freckled bottom,

"You would possibly think me too severe if I were to punish you for each freckle so I will administer one blow at at a time while you count to five, when you reach five I will cease."

His free hand smoothed over her taught smooth fleshy cheeks and he said, "Begin counting."

The count was soon over and the blows barely noticeable but enough to serve as a warning, not that Roger thought Clarissa needed a warning, he was merely playing a game.

"I think that I should take what I am owed in recompense, I wonder if you allowed your lover access to here,"

His fingers stroked across her crinkled bud and then pressed harder against it the tip of his finger penetrating slightly."

Now he began to loosen the laces and buttons on her dress but not removing them.

"Clarissa dear, you have been wanton and free with your favours so now I am going to make love to you slowly in each orifice, when I finish with each one you will remove an article of clothing until you are as naked as the day you were born, THEN, it will be your turn for I have to confess to having my way with some sweet maiden in the stables this morning so I should be punished as well."

He grinned as he knew Clarissa would love the idea of him obeying her even if it was only for tonight.

 

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I hope that you approve of everything that is going to happen tonight my dear. You can make as much noise as you like, no one can hear you, I have checked and Bea has been told she will not be needed until mid morning.

The gleam in his eyes was intriguing and she, had it not been her husband, would have pulled back but she totally trusted him. How different her attitude was from just a couple of months ago. He held her wrists with one hand, raising them above her head. As if he was angry with her, he spoke.

Do you remember this morning when you were being a wanton wife and you were told that a wanton wife would pay for her indiscretions? Now is the time to pay.

Her heart started beating faster, excited, as he turned her around and she found herself bent over the bed. Cool air drifted over her bottom as he flipped her dress skirt up over her back, his hand rubbing her buttocks.

You would possibly think me too severe if I were to punish you for each freckle so I will administer one blow at at a time while you count to five, when you reach five I will cease.

She gave a shiver as he told her to begin counting. The first smack caught her off guard a bit and she gave a little squeak before saying one. It didn’t take long to reach five. And the swats were not really that bad, leaving her bottom a bit warm and probably a rosy red but totally endurable.

I think that I should take what I am owed in recompense, I wonder if you allowed your lover access to here

And with that query he pressed his fingertip against her anus until it began to enter just a little bit. She bit her lip as he unlaced her stays and unbuttoned her dress.

Clarissa dear, you have been wanton and free with your favours so now I am going to make love to you slowly in each orifice, when I finish with each one you will remove an article of clothing until you are as naked as the day you were born, THEN, it will be your turn for I have to confess to having my way with some sweet maiden in the stables this morning so I should be punished as well.

Grinning and yet keeping her position over the bed, she spoke softly to him. “You had better enjoy yourself while you are in the position of power, my husband, for when the tables turn and I am in charge, I shall make you pay for your dalliances with that stable maiden.”

 

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Roger administered the play smacks to Clarissa's delightful pale white freckled bottom enjoying the sight of it rippling and jiggling and slowly turning pink with each blow. Clarissa joined in the charade and squealed as each blow landed and carefully counted the five smacks.

He had only touched her anus once before and was not sure how she would react to it being invaded but he was in the mood to try everything he knew with her tonight and if it proved too much for her he would make it up to her when he took her vagina. He warned her what his intentions were so she would have the opportunity to raise any objection she might have. As he loosened her clothing he told her,

'Clarissa dear, you have been wanton and free with your favours so now I am going to make love to you slowly in each orifice, when I finish with each one you will remove an article of clothing until you are as naked as the day you were born, THEN, it will be your turn for I have to confess to having my way with some sweet maiden in the stables this morning so I should be punished as well.'

Clarissa's response was more than he had dared for and his manhood stiffened wondering what devious things she might do to him.

'You had better enjoy yourself while you are in the position of power, my husband, for when the tables turn and I am in charge, I shall make you pay for your dalliances with that stable maiden.'

He chuckled in her ear and kissed the back of her neck and reached around her to free her breasts and let them dangle in the palms of his hand, his cock smeared precum on her tight back entrance and slowly he pushed steadily working the cockhead inside her ring, once there he paused to allow her to adjust to the unusual feeling and the size. When there was no word of complaint but Clarissa was panting heavily he pushed some more and began a slow sensual rhythm his balls swinging against her sex and sensitive bud. He paid no mind to that as he would be giving it a lot of attention later in the night. Without warning Clarissa's inner ring contracted on his shaft holding it tight as he moved his hips and Clarissa joined in the rhythm pushing back to him as he pushed forward. Roger groaned out loud at the wonderful sensations that Clarissa was exerting on him simply by clenching her muscles.

Roger chuckled in her ear as his orgasm began to build,

"If I didn't know better I would say that you have done this before but I believe that you are a very fast learner, I beg you to release me or else the night will be over before it has really begun."

Fortunately Clarissa took his meaning and released her tight grip on his shaft and Roger pulled out grateful for the respite that allowed him to control his ejaculation to just a small dribble.

"That is the first, my wanton wife, you may now remove an article of clothing but I must insist that you keep your stockings on for now."

He let her stand and watched with a quizzical look as to what she would remove that would tease him, for that is what tonight was about, each teasing the other to gain the maximum pleasure.

 

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His hands were warm and exciting as they teased her nipples and breast. But other things were happening to her. Scary yet exciting things.

Where only seconds before his fingertip has pressed against her anus, now something slicker and much, much larger pressed up to it and demanded entrance. He had said earlier that he would use all her entrances and it looked as if he planned on making good his words.

This was new for her but she totally trusted her husband. Reason told her to relax and just let things occur, so that was what she did. Slowly she felt her anus being stretched - not too painful but still it all felt awkward. She had to keep reminding herself to relax and just go with it. Slowly she felt the fat head of his cock pop inside and stop and she panted, thankful that he waited for her body to adjust to the invasion. His hands attempted to help her relax by massaging her freckled buttocks and slipping his fingers between the loosened bindings to squeeze and massage her nipples and breast. But she wasn’t sure if that was relaxing her or inflaming her.

A little bit more, and then a bit more. Bit by bit he fed his cock into her bowels until finally it felt as if his entire length was up inside her. It was a strange feeling.

Carefully he began to pull out and push into her ass, and she found her anus suddenly clamping down hard upon the invader. He literally was stopped in mid hump. And all because she was squeezing his manhood.

There was a voice and a chuckle in her ear. If I didn't know better I would say that you have done this before but I believe that you are a very fast learner, I beg you to release me or else the night will be over before it has really begun.

For a moment she felt power. But she did not want the night to end, so she relaxed her tight grip and he slowly pulled out.

That is the first, my wanton wife, you may now remove an article of clothing but I must insist that you keep your stockings on for now.

She kept her back to him and flipped her dress back down over her bare ass. She looked over her shoulder, noting that her husband was watching her intently. Since she was already unlaced, she slowly slipped her arms out of the sleeves of her dress, pushing it down over her hips to let it fall to the floor. She stood with her freckled back still to him, wearing only her underthings - her corset and her petticoat. And of course, her shoes (or at least one shoe - the other one had fallen off during their previous play) and stockings. Against his orders to remove only one item, she slipped off the other shoe and then turned and playfully looked defiantly at him.

Standing before him, her bosoms were fairly contained with the corset, its lacings loose and showing hints of her charms. She gave him a sly grin.

“You should be happy that I removed the dress too. I was tempted to remove only the shoe.”

 

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Clarissa stood before him wearing only her petticoat, stockings and corset looking very much like a coy little girl were it not for her perfect breasts that he loved so much. He was determined that she would not tease him and get away with it so sternly and with a straight face he ordered,

"OH, my pretty little one since it seems you cannot obey a simple instruction to only remove ONE item then leave the dress where it is and put the shoe back on and lay across my lap for the severest of punishments and release your chest for my visual pleasure." Referring to her unlaced corset and her pert breasts that peeked so invitingly over the top. As she demurred he pulled her across his knees and lifted up her petticoat and softly stroked her soft freckled rear, covering the whole area with gentle caresses and then a sharp smack on each cheek, not designed to hurt but to be felt.

"Now will you be an obedient wife and do as I ask?" He asked with a big grin on his face.