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 Synopsis Her grandfather saved the life of a lord and now she makes the
long journey from the north of England to Shropshire to his manor in the
hope of being offered a position in his household.  The old Lord is dead
but his son takes her in.

   Mabilia at Kidlintonhope Manor by obohobo

   Warnings Please take note!  The text in this story contains erotic
material and is expressly written for adults only.  MF Spanking If you are
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in your locality, then leave, close or delete this file-story now.  This is
a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is
purely coincidental.  The ideas and thoughts that follow are pure
fantasies. In real life, at the very least they would be unpleasant and
probably illegal.  Fantasies are like that; daydreams where we can
contemplate and imagine the sensations without suffering or inflicting the
pain, despair or humiliation.

   (C) obohobo 2012

   New arrival

   Hearing the noise from an oncoming cart, Lord Cameron McCauley waited
before emerging from the woods on to the lane.  Recognising the young
driver and angry at the reckless way he whipped and urged the pony to even
greater speed without any thought for the wellbeing of the cart and its
contents, his first instinct was to give chase but he realised even with
his thoroughbred mare's superior speed, they would be at the Manor before
he caught up.  "It will be easier to tan the little bugger's arse when I
get back than to have an altercation in the open," he decided.

   A few yards further on, the boy whooped and yelled and waved his
horsewhip and brought it down across the back of a peasant woman who'd
stepped to on to the verge to allow the cart to pass.  The whip's impact,
aided by the speed of the cart, sent her into the muddy ditch that ran
alongside the lane.  The cart sped on.  His anger rising, Lord McCauley
alighted from his mare and assisted the woman, or as he now saw, a young
girl, from the ditch and on to her feet.  Wet, bedraggled and crying, she
tried to thank him but he stopped her and asked, "Where would a young lady
be going on this lonely road?  Are you lost?"

   "I intended to go to go to Kidlintonhope Manor, Sir, and I pray I am on
the right way but in this state, I must find somewhere to dry out and get
clean.  They'll never accept me in this state."

   Noting her strong Newcastle accent and unfamiliar pronunciation, he
remarked, "You are certainly a very long way from home, why are you going
to the Manor?"

   "My grandfather, Gregory Kinrade, said if I mentioned his name, Lord
Alistair McCauley would give me a position there, Sir."

   "Lord Alistair, my father, died a couple of years ago and I'm the owner
now, Lord Cameron McCauley.  I'm sure there's a story behind this because I
vaguely remember his mentioning a Kinrade and you must have had good reason
to come the hundreds of miles to Shropshire from almost as far north in
England as you can get.  But you're shivering in wet clothes and the April
wind is none too warm and the story can wait until later, I'll send someone
to pick you up and it won't be the boy who drove the cart."

   *****

   "What state is the pony in, Jack?" Cameron asked the elderly groom.

   "I was just trying to rub the sweat off her when you arrived Sir, she'd
been run overly hard and her rear is mighty tender.  I'll need to keep her
off work for a bit and then she may be shy of getting between the shafts
again."

   "And the cart?"

   "I don't know about that, Sir, when I saw the state of the pony, I
unhitched her and they'll have to push the cart back.  The lad wouldn't
even walk the pony around for a bit to cool her slowly so I had to do that
and then I saw you a coming."

   "He'll find it difficult to walk when I've done with him," his Lordship
muttered after examining the pony's rear, "Tell them to let me know of any
damage to the cart so I have all the evidence when I confront him.  Not
that I need much evidence except the evidence of my own eyes."

   "What have we here then?" Mrs.  Faulks, the housekeeper grinned at the
wet, scarecrow figure when one of the gardeners who'd collected her from
the roadside, assisted her into the kitchen, "What's your name dearie?"

   "Mabilia, Mabilia Kinrade, Ma'am, but most calls me Mabel." From her
pronunciation, the woman, and those listening, heard it as `Marble' and it
wasn't long before they shortened it to `Marb'.

   The housekeeper, the cook and maids in the kitchen laughed at her
speech. "You sure talk funny dearie, are you a from foreign parts?"

   "Newcastle, Ma'am."

   "Well his lordship seems to have taken a liking to you and gave orders
for you to be bathed and fed and given a maid's dress and then you're to
see him in a hour."

   Birched

   "So, Burrows," Lord McCauley addressed the boy standing very nervously
in front of his desk, " I have to deal with you on a number of counts, all
of which are serious and any one of them would have earned you a thrashing.
By all accounts you went into Drycombe and collected the goods we ordered
but then retired to the Three Feathers and filled your gut with beer and we
have yet to check whether you spent your own money or purloined some from
the housekeeping intended to pay for the goods, then, finding you had
stayed overly long, made haste to get back regardless of who or what was on
the road.  Do you realise that had I come out of the woods a few seconds
earlier, I and my horse would be dead and you could expect to swing from
the gallows if you survived the crash?  Then there's the way you mistreated
my property, my pony and my cart.  Both are going to need care and
attention and be out of service for a while, the cart for some time because
one wheel has to go to the wheelwright and he'll charge an arm and a leg
for the repair.  If that wasn't enough, you sort to strike a young woman
with a horsewhip cutting her clothing and leaving a deep welt across her
back, around her right arm and into her breasts.  She will suffer painfully
for many days because of it.  Presumably you thought it a fun thing to do,
but you won't find our treatment quite so funny.  For these crimes you must
be severely punished and I see no alternative but to have your back and
buttocks soundly birched as some recompense for the whipping of the pony
and the girl.  Afterwards I had a mind to send you off the premises to seek
work elsewhere, if you could find it without references, but I decided that
you are young and the birching may be sufficient to mend your ways.  This
is only the second time I've ordered a birching since father died and the
previous crime was far less serious and I feel I am being lenient when I'm
ordering Mr.  Kerrison to apply thirty-six strokes and your wages will be
stopped until you are able to work properly again.  That should ensure you
keep out of the inn for a while."

   Burrows begged, pleaded and made wild promises as to his future
behaviour but his Lordship rang a bell and forewarned, two men appeared,
"Take him to the cellar and fasten him naked to the bench and tell Mr. 
Kerrison when you are done, he already has my instructions and should have
the birches prepared.  You are to witness the punishment and release him
when the lacerations have been treated."

   Kerrison enjoyed this part of his work and loved the sense of power his
status as the Manor disciplinarian gave him when he had a boy or,
preferably, a girl stretched out naked and helpless on the bench.  For him,
it didn't happen often enough and if it did, it was rare for the recipient
to be awarded more than a dozen strokes of the strap.  Even that made them
holler but today he could give a boy a real thrashing, one that he'd
remember for the rest of his life and unlike when he'd a maid to chastise,
with the boy there'd be no reduction for being invited to his bed at night.
He'd make sure all the strokes landed soundly.

   Struggling to hold Burrows, the two footmen managed, with Kerrison's
help, to get him on the punishment bench and stripped naked.  "Stand well
out of the way, his Lordship wants his backside flailed to make up for the
injuries this boy caused to the pony and you know how he feels about
mistreatment to his horses.  He also seems to think the same way about that
foreign lass that arrived, as well as the damage to his cart," he explained
to the footmen, "Don't think of interfering because I can make your lives
less easy here too."

   Flicking the residual brine from the supple, bound, birch twigs,
Kerrison brought the formidable instrument crashing across the back of the
boy's thighs.  Burrows screamed and yelled and began to cry loudly as
Kerrison unmercifully worked the wicked birch further along the boy's body
until by the eighteenth stroke he'd reached his shoulders.  Changing to a
fresh birch and standing on the other side of the bench, Kerrison continued
flogging the now raw flesh, back down the boy's back until once more, by
the thirty-sixth stroke he reached his thighs.  Small trickles of blood ran
down either side where the tip of the birch twigs cut and nipped the flesh
and by then Burrows lay barely conscious of his surroundings and hardly
registered that the whipping had stopped.

   "We has to inform the master when you've finished, Mr.  Kerrison, so he
can send someone to clean him up," Travers, the older of the two footmen
stated and left the room.

   *****

   "Come in," his Lordship responded to Clara's knock, "Sit down Mabilia,
you may stay Clara otherwise there is no telling what sort of garbled story
the kitchen staff will make up."

   "Thank you, Sir,' the two girls curtseyed and responded.

   "First, Mabilia Kinrade, let me introduce my wife, Lady Rosalind
McCauley, like me, she is keen to hear your story and your reasons for
travelling so far to get to this manor.  Why did you not find employment in
Newcastle?

   "Sir, it was my grandfather's wish that I should get away from the smoke
and grime and coal dust of Newcastle and live in the cleaner air of the
open countryside and present myself to your father."

   "And your grandfather is?"

   Gregory Kinrade, Sir.  He and my grandmother, Colleen, brought me up
because mother died at my birth without ever revealing father's identity,
if she knew it.  Grandmother told me that oft times she took men into her
house, mainly seamen ashore for a few days, I therefore kept the family
name of Kinrade.  Gran died a couple of years ago and granddaddy didn't
enjoy the best of health in the last few months.  About two months ago,
Captain Austin of the barque, "Felicity" paid us one of his regular visits
when the barque docked in Newcastle and granddaddy, knowing he hadn't long
to live, told us this tale."

   "Many years ago, when I was a lad of seventeen, I joined the Lancers and
went to fight the French in Spain, the Peninsular War, they called it. 
Lord Alistair McCauley was the Captain of my regiment and we were in the
middle of a hand engagement when a Frenchman stabbed his right thigh and
would have finished him off had I not plunged my bayonet into his chest
first.  I had to kill two others before I could drag him to a quiet area
and carry him to the safety of our camp.  I took a bullet in the shoulder
only yards from our destination but managed to get there.  Neither of our
wounds healed properly and eventually we were shipped home but we became
friends whilst in hospital and Alistair, he wasn't a Lord then, promised to
help me in any way he could for saving his life.  At the time he lived on
an estate in Scotland and I visited several times until he decided sell it
to move to Shropshire where he said the farmland grew better crops for less
work.  We kept in touch with occasional letters but I haven't heard from
him for a while."

   "Ah, I remember the story as father told it," Lord McCauley interrupted,
"He praised the bravery of your grandfather in getting him out of the
battle zone and I remember seeing the scar on his thigh on a number of
occasions.  Please carry on."

   "At the meeting with Captain Austin, he asked, "When I die, will you
kindly take Mabilia to Bristol on one of your trips and set her on the road
for Shropshire for me?" That's what happened.  It took two weeks on the
water because we took coal to London and manure to Bristol for the farms
and then he loaded Welsh coal to take back to London."

   "You didn't consider the railway?" her ladyship asked.

   "No Ma'am, too expensive and I wished to keep a little money in case I
had to find work elsewhere."

   "Do you know anything about the origin of your name, Mabilia?

   "Only that it is an old Northumberland name not much used now but the
wives of several notable men were named Mabilia but why mother decided on
that before I was born and she died, I do not know, Ma'am."

   "How bad is her whiplash, Clara?" Her Ladyship asked the question,
knowing she would get a more accurate answer from the maid rather than the
girl herself.

   "Nasty Ma'am.  It's deep and raw across her back and the welt across her
breasts will be sore for a while.  She'll only be able to do light work for
a bit because she finds it painful to lift her arms or carry anything
heavy. We put Cook's salve on and that seems to have eased her pain a
little."

   "I'm sure Burrows is also feeling sore now too," Lord Cameron commented,
"Unfasten the top of her uniform please Clara, so we can see for
ourselves."

   Already a number of people, men and women, had seen her naked when the
maids cleaned her in the scullery and each time she'd blushed and she
blushed again when Clara rotated her and moved her hands to show her
breasts and the marks across them.  His Lordship took in the sight of the
well-risen, firm mounds with the protruding nipples more than the stripes
across them.  "Nice looking lass, medium height and no puppy fat, dark hair
and cheerful round face, I'll bed her tomorrow after she's had the Cook's
brew," he thought.  "How old are you, Mabilia?"

   "Fifteen a few months ago, Sir."

   "Old enough to be married.  Have you been told of your duties here?"

   "Yes, Sir, I am familiar with some of them and am willing to learn."

   "Did they explain that you will be expected to spend some nights in my
bed and the beds of my sons?"

   "Yes, Sir, but I've not done that before.  Capt'n Austin explained that
too but made sure the crew didn't defile me but won't your wife...?"

   Lady McCauley laughed, "No dear, when he takes a maid, I usually have
one of the men.  Just make sure each morning you take the drink the Cook
makes so you don't start a baby in your belly."

   "So that you know Burrows was punished, not just for whipping you but
more so for damaging my property, Clara will take you to the punishment
room and you will clean him and treat his birching wounds.  After that Mrs.
Faulks or Cook will set you work and Clara can keep an eye on you until you
become familiar with the place," Lord McCauley ordered.

   *****

   "Come on, Marb, this won't a pleasant job but best get it over with."
Clara carried the heavy jug of warm water while Mabilia brought the bowl,
sponge and salve.

   Travers and Freeman, the two men who'd brought him to the cellar,
followed them down.  "We'll leave him fastened until you've done Clara. 
The new girl, is she up to seeing a bit of blood or is she like Kate, and
falls on the floor?" Travers asked.

   "We'll soon find out."

   Having seen many sailors with injuries caused by the rough life at sea,
she wasn't at all squeamish but, like Clara, expressed her horror at the
severity of the punishment.  "He got more because of the way he treated the
pony than for whipping you," Freeman commented, "His Lordship hates to see
his animals badly treated."

   Even treating the wounds as gently as they could caused Burrows to
scream and swear and although he knew Mabilia wasn't responsible for his
thrashing, he wanted to take his revenge on her, but for that he would bide
his time.  The girls were gathering their washcloths and utensils when the
men released Burrows and for the first time, Mabilia saw an erect penis. 
She'd seen her grandfather's when they'd all bathed in the tin tub in front
of the fire on a Friday night and, when near the end she'd washed him, but
mostly that lay soft on his thighs, the prick before her stood out from his
body rigid and hard.  Living and attending school in an urban environment
she, of course, knew why this happened and wondered if, when his Lordship
summoned her to his bed, his would be just as hard and stiff to penetrate
her.  She found out the next night.

   Lost maidenhead

   Carrying the small towel Clara had given her to keep any blood from the
sheets, Mabilia stood anxiously outside the master's bedroom door and
hesitatingly knocked on the solid oak panel.  Since being told at dinner to
attend him at 10 o'clock her mind went through all she'd been told, from
stories she'd heard from down-to-earth teenagers in Newcastle and Captain
Austin's gruff but graphical explanation of male/female intercourse, which
he said the aristocracy called rogering, to Clara's more intimate advice
and help when she prepared her.  "His lordship's is good for a girl's first
fuck, he takes his time and lasts a long while but his manhood is larger
than many so best if we put a little sperm whale oil in your opening so it
slides in easier," she said, "Mustn't put too much in though because he
doesn't like the smell.  If he lets you stay the night in his bed, he'll do
you again in the morning and without the pain of the first entry, you
should find it more enjoyable.  Good job one of the younger sons wasn't
allowed to have you because they only worry about their own pleasure and do
it fast and furiously, which is fine when you get used to it but not when
they have to break a girl in.  Stuart, the oldest rarely asks for anyone."
She went on to explain what might happen when the master invited her into
the bedroom.

   "Come in."

   To Mabilia's surprise, Lady Rosalind stood in the room alongside her
husband.  Like Mabilia, she wore a nightgown but hers showed a greater
amount of breast flesh and cleavage.  "I like to see Cameron perform with
the new girls especially on the rare occasions when they are virgins and I
assist where necessary."

   Again, to her surprise, they didn't ask her to undress immediately but
spent a little time talking more, according to her ladyship, to hear her
quaint way of speaking as well as finding out how she settled in to life at
the manor, but soon enough the master asked her to remove her nightgown. 
"That welt still looks raw and painful," he commented and gently touched
traced it outline where it had cut into her breasts, "But I understand that
Burrows is in an even worst state and won't be fit for work for several
weeks.  Kerrison sometimes overdoes things.  Now let's get down to
business." Shucking off his robe, he stood before Mabilia with his erection
jutting out hard and strong from his body.  "I presume Clara told you what
to do?"

   "Yes, Sir.  She said to suck it and get it nice and wet, if you allowed
it." He nodded his agreement and knowing it to be for her benefit hesitated
only a second or two before kneeling and taking it into her mouth and
following Clara's advice, laved it with her tongue until her spittle well
coated the helmet and shaft.  Lady Rosalind commented and gave advice too
and before long Mabilia felt her cunnie flowing with moisture and her body
flushed in anticipation of her first sexual experience, something she'd
only read about, something she'd only heard tell of from other girls and
women, something she'd only experienced when her fingers massaged her mound
in bed and would soon feel for real.  Would he give her the pleasure they'd
told about or would the pain of entry make it an unpleasant experience?

   Moments later, following the Master's instructions, she lay on her back,
legs spread and his prick rubbed at the entrance to her cunt before
entering a short way and then thrusting hard to break through her
maidenhood.  A little cry escaped her lips at the sharp pain but she
gritted her teeth while he waited for the pain to subside before fucking
her with long, steady strokes.  Her Ladyship helped too by sliding her hand
between the two bodies and pressing and rubbing Mabilia's erect clitoris.
Between the two, surprisingly quickly, her orgasm came, stronger and more
powerful than any she'd had with her own fingers.  Involuntarily she cried
out with delight.  His lordship continued thrusting until he sent his seed
into her body and collapsed on top of her, his weight painfully reminding
her of the welt that still surrounded her body.

   Exhausted but realising her responsibility, using the slightly bloodied
towel, she wiped his prick clean and then her mound before he pulled the
blankets over their still naked bodies and went to sleep.  Lady Rosalind
climbed in and lay alongside her and kissed her tenderly but didn't go
further before she too drifted into sleep.  Unused to the sex, unused to
sleeping in a bed with others, sleep didn't come to Mabilia for a long
while and she lay awake or half dozing, going over the events of the past
few days and pondering over her future.

   As Clara predicted, when his Lordship awoke next morning, his hard-on
soon found its way into Mabilia's still tender cunt.  She took it and tried
to respond but without the excitement of the previous evening, she didn't
climax and when he'd finished, the Master sent her back to her quarters to
do her normal work duties.  To him she was only a girl to fuck and while
she also wanted love and affection to go with it, Mabilia had to be content
with her role.  Clara and the other girls, of course, were all agog to get
the details of what happened but were only given a mere outline of the
events.

   For three weeks her life at Kidlintonhope Manor went reasonably well
and, as gradually she learned her duties and the other staff became used to
her dialect and she became used to theirs, they became friendlier towards
her.  Her ready smile charmed them all, all that is, except for Catherine
one of the older maids who never permitted anyone to call her Kate within
her hearing, and Mr.  Kerrison who she refused to sleep with.  Burrows had
started work again but his duties kept him away from her.  Both Catherine
and Mr.  Kerrison believed she curried favours with the master, indeed
she'd had to attend his bedroom and those of the two younger sons on more
occasions than other maids and the pair resolved to take her down a peg or
two whenever they could.  In bed at night, when she had time to think about
herself, she wondered if she had become like one of the dockside tarts the
older girls at school had whispered about, but she didn't think so.  "I
don't offer myself to them but they do often give me a coin if I put on a
good show," she told herself, "I enjoy what the master does and the boys
are fun too but I don't get the same orgasms with them.  I don't know why
Stuart hasn't asked for me yet but he only asks for Janet once in a while
and she never says anything about him."

   Two punished

   "I'm sorry M'Lord but I had to give Master Stuart a dose of the cane
again.  For the third time this week he'd made no effort with the work I'd
set and I begin to doubt it is worth my time in tutoring him," Doctor Rooke
spoke resignedly to Lord McCauley, "You're paying, Sir, but there are other
parents with boys more than willing to learn that will make up my income
should you decide to terminate my services.  At the moment I feel my
efforts to impart knowledge to the boy are meeting with resentment and a
total refusal to do the work.  In other words, Sir, I am wasting my time."

   "I'm sorry, Doctor, I know Stuart is more interested in practical estate
work than maths and English but I'd hoped by now he'd realise he needs both
to run an estate.  He has a stubborn streak and once he decides he is not
going to do anything, he'll refuse to do it no matter what punishment he is
given.  I'll talk with him..."

   The door opened noisily and Clara burst in.  "Sorry to butt in Sir, but
Mr.  Kerrison is going to thrash Marb for stealing one of your books but
she didn't, Sir.  Please stop him." she interrupted the discussion.  "She
brought the book with her, Sir, I saw it when we unpacked her bag.  It's a
leather covered one like those in the Library, Sir.  Sorry, Sir, I know I
shouldn't have come in like this but Mr.  Kerrison has her stripped and
tied to the punishment bench and intends to thrash her good and hard."

   "I'll leave you to sort out your domestics, M'Lord and take my leave.  I
trust you will contact me with your decision," Doctor Rooke took his
departure.

   Mabilia's screams reached their ears when they arrived at the stairs
leading to the cellar.  Kerrison savagely laid each stroke on with all the
force he could muster urged on by Burrows who pleaded to be allowed to take
a turn at using the strap and to fuck her afterwards, but Kerrison refused
to give it up.  He enjoyed wielding it too much and he could now use it to
good effect on the foreign lass who insinuated herself into the master's
favour.  Mary and Janet stood crying nearby and when the Master appeared
they urged him to stop the punishment, which he did but by then Mabilia had
taken nineteen hard strokes of the strap.  "Hold still Kerrison," his
Lordship ordered on seeing her naked body and well blistered, red buttocks,
"And tell me, why are you thrashing a girl so hard without my consent?"

   "Catherine found one of your expensive books in the girl's bedside table
drawer, Sir, and we always consider thieving to be a serious crime
warranting stern punishment."

   "It's my book, Sir, Grandfather gave it to me for my twelfth birthday,"
Mabilia croaked between sobs, "You can see on the flyleaf, Sir." Opening
the book, he found inscribed in neat handwriting, the words, `To our
dearest granddaughter, Mabilia, to commemorate her 12th birthday, 21st
June, 1847 with love and affection from Grandfather and Grandmother.'

   "You didn't check her story, Kerrison?" Without waiting for an answer,
he ordered Mabilia's release and with Clara's help, she stood shakily and
dried her eyes with a proffered handkerchief.

   "Please let me keep the book, Sir, it is of great sentimental value and
one of the few things I have left from them.  They saved up and bought it
secondhand..."

   "Can you read it?  It is a scholarly work for a young girl, or a girl of
any age and even more so if you were twelve at the time." She nodded and
when he opened the book to a page at random and asked her to read a
paragraph, although broken by the sobs that escaped he lips, she read it
with ease.

   "Take to her to Cook, Clara and see to treating her welts, I'll deal
with Kerrison later," Lord McCauley ordered.

   "Might I suggest, Cameron, that she be sent to Stuart's room and let the
pair treat each other?  That fiendish tutor has thrashed him far harder
than ever before and his buttocks need the salve as much as hers and from
hearing her read, I would guess she has the intelligence to help him with
his studies," Lady McCauley arrived on the scene.

   "What do you want?" Stuart turned angrily when Mabilia clad only in a
short shift, entered the room, but his voice softened when he noticed she,
like him, had been crying and by the way she walked, she too had been
whipped, "Why have they sent you?  Did you bring the ointment?"

   "Clara's bringing it, Sir, the master said I should put it on you and
you would do the same to me and we could comfort each other.  He also said
for me to help you with your studies instead of Doctor Rooke.  I will do
you first if you like, Sir," she added when Clara entered with the ointment
and Mary brought a basin of cold water and hand towels to lay over the raw
flesh to take some of the fire away.  When the towels lost any
effectiveness, Mabilia very gently applied the salve and as she did so,
noticed his prick, which had started to harden under her ministrations, was
at almost as big as his father's and wondered why he so rarely called for
girls to use it.  It hardened still further when he applied the ointment to
Mabilia's sore bum and saw her open cunt but the pain dulled any eroticism
and neither wanted to go further.  For a while they lay silently, naked and
face down on his bed waiting for the pain to ease.

   An hour later they began to talk firstly about why they'd been punished
and then Stuart asked, "Why did father say you could help me with my
studies?  What does a simple maid no older than me, know about mathematics
and such things?"

   "Enough not to get caned in school, Sir, but too much not to get the
strap here," she answered, forcing a smile and some of her usual
cheerfulness returning, "Let me see your work book."

   "I don't know why I need to know such things to run an estate.  "I'd
employ someone to do it.

   "And knowing you were not able to check on them, they'd probably cheat
on you.  With respect, Sir, if you are going to be in charge of an estate
employing many people, you really do need to know how to do accounts, to
read documents and to write letters as well as giving orders."

   Two hours later when Lord McCauley entered the room they both knelt on
the bed with the workbook and his exercise book on the pillow and Mabilia
patiently explained the intricacies of multiplying sums of money that
included pounds, shillings, pence and farthings.  "...  that gives you 63
farthings, how are you going to convert them to pennies? ...  Sorry, Sir, I
didn't hear you come in." She struggled to her feet in order to curtsey but
was told to stay where she was.

   "I've been in the doorway for five minutes already and, as well as
seeing Stuart's and your badly bruised arses moving around, I heard your
explanations to him and would guess you have had more schooling than most
girls."

   "Grandfather taught at Newcastle Grammar School and at home, he made me
do the same work, or rather more than the boys at the school, Sir."

   "She's explained things in a way I can understand, Father, not like
Doctor Rooke who just gave me a book and told me to read it," Stuart piped
up.

   "I'll see what Rooke has to say but from the way he spoke, he wasn't
expecting to come again and maybe that's why he caned you so severely.  See
how you get on teaching him Mabilia until I find another tutor.  Make sure
he does the work and doesn't just have you lying on your back with your
legs spread, not that he has that urge too often."

   For most of the afternoon, they talked and did a little work and when
she applied more salve to Stuart's rear, she caressed his already hard
prick.  "I'm too sore to roger you, Marb, you ought to know that."

   "I do, Sir, and I have the same problem and don't wish to lie on my back
at the moment, but thought you might like me to do it with my hand or even
my mouth like your brothers have made me often enough."

   "You wouldn't mind?  And stop calling me Sir.  I'm Stuart when we're
alone."

   Carefully she turned her own sore body until both lay on their sides in
the sixty-nine position.  Slowly she sucked his prick and after a few
minutes, to her surprise and pleasure, felt his tongue on her mound and
then, parting her legs, he licked along her slit and suckled her clit until
they'd each had a climax.  Fortunately they were back in talk and work mode
when Clara came to ask, "Marb, cooks asks for you to come and help prepare
dinner, that is if Master Stuart will release you."

   Fortunately Cook gave her light work and kept the butler away because of
the master taking away his right to punish staff, made him even more
resentful of the young girl.  During dinner when she served the wine,
Master Duncan, thinking he might make her squeal when he put his prick in,
asked if she would come to his bed that night but before she could answer,
Stuart grinned, "Too late brother, my new tutor is spending the night with
me." Other maids nearby quickly picked up and puzzled over the term, `my
tutor' and wondered at her new status.

   His Lordship commented, "It's only temporary Stuart until I can find
someone else."

   "No, Sir, I'm keeping her because I've learned more in one afternoon
than I did the whole time Rooke taught me.  I'll do far better with her
than any tutor you can find." The brothers quipped about the subjects she'd
teach especially as he hadn't shown much interest in girls previously but
for much of the time, Mabilia remained out of earshot.

   A new appointment

   On a Saturday morning a few days later, Lady Rosalind walked unannounced
into the room they used as a schoolroom and, taking a seat, told Mabilia to
carry on with her chalk on blackboard explanation of multiplication of
fractions until Stuart started to do the book exercises, she then called
her from the room and, somewhat to Mabilia's consternation, took her into
her private quarters.  At first they discussed, her dual role of maid and
tutor, which caused Mabilia to wonder if she would be dismissed, but then
her Ladyship turned the conversation to her son and his education.  "I see
the cane is no longer hooked over the blackboard," she remarked with a
smile.

   "No, Ma'am, grandfather never used one on me and I learned so I don't
believe it is necessary with Master Stuart and his work is already showing
some improvement but he is well behind most schoolboys of his age."

   "Yes, I took the liberty of examining his work books last night and I
can see the improvement and on hearing your talk this morning brought back
memories of the old nun that taught me, more with a ruler across my
knuckles than with the clarity you gave Stuart.  I wanted him to go to a
private school like his brothers but he is firmly against it and when my
husband insisted, he ran away three times and almost got killed the last
time, hence we employed a highly recommended tutor but, as you know, that
didn't work out.  His being behind with his schoolwork is partly due to the
time he spent recovering from his escape from the school because, such was
his determination to get away, he did it in atrocious weather and spent the
best part of a week holed up in a dilapidated shack where some older women
found him and although he had pneumonia from the wet and cold, I gather
they played games with him sexually and hurt him in that region.  I expect
you have found he has recovered from both the pneumonia and the attack on
his private parts but until you came, or rather your being badly strapped
and in the same situation as he, he has not shown any interest in girls. 
With those few maids who went to his room at night, they slept with him but
only rarely did he use them for sexual relief but I presume he actually
rogered you?"

   Mabilia nodded, wondering where this was leading and still apprehensive
of dismissal.  Her Ladyship's next words added to her concern.  "Cameron
employed you largely because of your grandfather's heroism in saving his
father's life and had he not done so, Cameron would not be born, but we
didn't really need another maid.  In that role you are just an extra help
for Cook but even though you talk in a peculiar way to our ears, you've
fitted in well with most of the other servants and shown a willingness to
work.  Even so we really do not need you as a maid..." Tears began to flow
from Mabilia's eyes but her face brightened when Lady Rosalind went on...
"But we do need a governess.  My husband and I decided on that title rather
than `tutor' as it seemed more in keeping with your being a young girl,
albeit a very intelligent one.  If we offer you that position, will you
accept it?"

   "Oh, yes, Ma'am, willingly."

   "I'm pleased too but keep this to yourself until my husband announces it
to everyone.  We'll arrange with Mrs.  Faulks for you to have a room of
your own in keeping with your new status and for someone to take you into
Drycombe to get suitable attire."

   *****

   "What are you looking so smug about?"

   "Sorry, Stuart, I mustn't tell you yet."

   "They've made you my tutor?"

   "Ummm...no, you'll just have to wait until your father tells everyone,
and then I'll have the authority to smack your bum." She grinned widely.

   "A governess, Governess Mabilia," Stuart correctly guessed her title and
pulled her tightly to his body and kissed her."

   Most of the staff congratulated her but a number of the more senior
maids resented her meteoric rise in position especially when Stuart
insisted she sit with him at the main table for her meals and they had to
serve her.  "She doing the same job as Doctor Rooke and he sat at the table
when he stayed, so she should too." After a short argument, his Lordship
agreed.

   Parted

   Over the next few months Stuarts work improved and their relationship
developed to such an extent that Mabilia spent very few nights in her own
room in her own bed.  To most of the staff they were almost a married
couple and when the two younger brothers were home they gave up requesting
her to attend their bed.  Lady Rosalind viewed this with some disquiet and
during a weekly session when Mabilia helped her check the household
accounts, she spoke about it.  "Mabilia, I'm sure you are intelligent
enough to realise that when Stuart's education is complete, we will have to
let you go, with full references of course.  You've made great progress
with his education and while I know you have feelings for him, and he for
you, I very much regret that we could never consider you a suitable wife
for him and in the near future we shall make arrangements for him to attend
various balls and soirees to meet with young ladies in his social class."

   Tears sprang to Mabilia's eyes and she pleaded for her to reconsider but
to no avail and on hearing the news, Stuart angrily stormed to his father
and asserted he never marry anyone other than Mabilia.  Knowing his son's
stubbornness, Cameron tried to be diplomatic but the argument escalated to
a head on clash of temperaments, with neither conceding their position,
poisoning the atmosphere between them and other members of the household.
Lady Rosalind tried to diffuse the situation by pointing out it would be a
year or more before they considered Stuart's education finished.  An uneasy
truce developed only to be broken when Lady Rosalind invited Lady Henrietta
Cliveson and her daughter Marie-Claire to stay in the hope that Stuart
might find her attractive.  He didn't.  Another row resulted when Stuart
bluntly told the girl he wanted nothing to do with her and she certainly
wasn't the type of woman he wanted for a wife.

   Mr.  Kerrison, still seething from being deposed as the Manor's
discipline man, came up with a solution.  "When Master Stuart goes on his
three day visit to his friend's farm in Wales, why not let me take the girl
to Shrewsbury and put her on the railway train to Bristol and suggest she
gets a boat back to Newcastle where she came from?"

   Well before dawn on a cold November morning, Lord Cameron woke Mabilia
and told her to get dressed and pack her belongings.  Catherine, the
spiteful maid, helped her pack and repeatedly told her, "Good riddance,
you've had your fun, now you'll have to make your own way without flaunting
your education over us."

   His Lordship gave Kerrison the fare and Mabilia a purse with ten
guineas. "I'm very sorry about this Mabilia but I cannot have my son's
future jeopardised by his marrying you and while you are here, he will not
even consider another woman and we need him to marry a woman with wealth to
help keep this place running.  I appreciate all you did for his education
and if you ever need a reference, we will give you one in the most glowing
terms.  Have a safe journey and find a place to live and work and a man of
your own status."

   Once outside of the estate, Kerrison tied Mabilia's hands and feet, bent
her over the seat of the trap and used the ends of the reins to paste her
bare buttocks until they were raw.  Her screams were lost in the lonely
country air.  Sitting on the hard seat as the trap bounced along the rutted
roads for the rest of the three-hour journey, added to her pain.  Worse,
whilst still tied hand and foot, Kerrison pocketed the ten guineas the
master had given her for the fare to Newcastle but fortunately he didn't
know of the money she'd saved from her earnings and secreted in the hem of
her coat.

   They had only a short wait for the Bristol train to leave and he made
sure she left with it.  Shivering in the cold of the open carriage, Mabilia
wondered what would happen when she arrived in Bristol and what Stuart
would do when he returned to Kidlintonhope Manor.  "I'll have to find a
lodging house and then work," she mused, "I should have enough money for
two or three weeks if I am careful.  Maybe I can find another Governess
position or even that of a maid.  I learned enough at the Manor and Lord
Cameron did promise me a reference although he didn't give me one before I
left.  There wasn't time."

   *****

   "Where's Mabilia," Stuart roared at his father.

   "Probably on the high seas heading back to Newcastle.  Now get over this
infatuation with a peasant girl and look for a wife who has assets we can
use, after all, this place will be yours when I die."

   "Damn you father, you've taken the one thing in my life worth having. 
Because of your action, I doubt if I will ever be heir to this place. 
First though, I have to go to Newcastle to find her, even if I have to walk
there." Another big row resulted with Lord Cameron threatening to
disinherit him if he left the house to find her.

   That night he refused to eat at the table with his family and publicly
announced he wouldn't eat with them again until Mabilia sat at his side. 
Lady Rosalind now questioned the wisdom of sending Mabilia away in such a
manner but couldn't openly defy her husband and fearing she would lose her
first-born and favourite son, spoke at length with him about his plans. 
From previous experience she knew he would not change his mind once he'd
decided on a course of action for something he felt strongly about.  "If
she found a boat to take her straightaway, it will be at least another week
before she arrives in Newcastle, especially with the winter weather.  If
you go by train, it will only take two days and you could find Captain
Austin or his wife because, from what she said about him, I would guess she
would visit them first." Stuart had similar thoughts and, knowing the staff
had orders not to drive him anywhere, set off on foot along the mountain
trail for Wittingfleet, the next station on the branch line from Drycombe.
He rightly guessed his father would go to Drycombe when he discovered his
absence.

   Two days later, after many fruitless enquiries he found himself supping
a glass of ale and eating a simple stew with Kate Austin and explaining the
events that led to his visit.  "Well, young Sir, she hasn't arrived here
and I've not heard of any woman coming with any of the ships and us wives
are a close knit bunch but it is taking the boats a while to do the journey
because of the gales which kept them in harbour for a week or more.  You'll
probably have to wait for another couple of weeks before you know for
certain if she came back to us." Captain Austin arrived two weeks later and
said given the dates she'd left she would have come on the brig, `Minstrel'
and she docked the day before he arrived.  He did seek out the brig's
skipper and learned no girl had asked for a passage.

   Stuart stayed three weeks in Newcastle before finally deciding she
wasn't coming but he left money with the Austins' for them to let him know
if she arrived and to tell her to wait for him.

   Disconsolate he returned home.  His mother welcomed him back and his
father reluctantly allowed him in the house.  He too, because of his wife's
remarks, had begun to question the wisdom of sending Mabilia away.  She, he
knew, found mistakes in the accounts that his wife missed and both missed
her smile and funny speech.

   Nearly a week later, on Christmas eve, Stuart sat in the kitchen eating
his supper when he overheard Catherine ask Kerrison, who'd had a little too
much liquor, how he'd been able to afford to visit the Three Feathers and
buy them all drinks.  "I took it from the bitch girl," he muttered, "She'll
get as far as Bristol and have a sore arse all the way."

   Furious at the information, Stuart forced him to repeat what he said in
front of witnesses and then demanded his father dismiss them man for his
dishonesty.  Lord Cameron too felt cheated and demanded the money be repaid
from the man's savings and from his wages before being sent on his way. 
"Think yourself very lucky I don't call in the constabulary because then
you might find yourself in jail or worse.  If I ever hear from you again or
find you on my premises, you'll find yourself working in the colonies."
Although, partly an idle threat because of the hearsay nature of the
evidence, but because of his status and acquaintance with the judge, it had
the required effect.

   Snow blocked the roads until the third day of the New Year when once
more Stuart set out on his search but finding no trace of her in Bristol,
two weeks later, he despondently returned to the Manor.  Most of the
answers he received when asking for her, directed him to the brothels in
the dock area but no one there had heard of her either.  Depressed he
started work with the foresters in the woodland; slashing and burning the
undergrowth, suited his mood but he decided to try again at the end of the
month when the nights would begin to get lighter.

   Reunited

   "Shall I tell him?" Lord Cameron asked himself, "He seems to have become
adjusted to her not returning and even if he goes back to Bristol, it is
doubtful she will be there at the same time and won't meet.  I suppose I
ought to answer this request for a reference, I did promise her that."

   *****

   "Sir, may I come in?"

   "No, Clara, I don't want to sleep with you tonight, you should know that
by now."

   "It's important, Sir," she whispered.

   She crept in and lay alongside Stuart, "It's about Marb, Sir.  Please
don't let the master know I'm telling you, but he had a letter asking for a
reference, some girl's school in a place beginning with W.  Sorry Sir, I
don't read all that well and it was a long name.  I saw it when I dusted
his office, Sir.  It was on top of the papers by his writing desk.  Please
don't get me into trouble for telling you, Sir." Stuart reassured her and
wondered how to get sight of the document.  He decided on a direct
approach.

   When Lord Cameron entered his office the following morning Stuart
followed him in without invitation and started to advise his father of his
next planned visit to Bristol.  A glance told him the document still lay
where Clara said and he worked his way around so his father would have
difficulty in hiding it.  "I don't suppose you've heard from her, Sir?  If
she's looking for work, she may ask for a reference."

   Faced with the direct question and having debated the question within
his mind for most of the night, he nodded to the document, "That came
yesterday."

   *****

   Hesitantly, Stuart rang the bell at St.  Mary's School for Girls and
asked to see Miss Kinrade.

   "And why would a gentleman wish to see the girl?" the elderly woman in
nun's habit enquired.

   "I wish to take her home and make her my wife."

   "I'm sorry Sir, I cannot disturb her at the moment.  Who is it that
makes such an outrageous request?"

   "Stuart McCauley, Sister, son of Lord Cameron McCauley."

   That didn't impress her.  "From what we've seen of her treatment at the
hands of your family, she'll be better off here, Sir.  Please go on your
way."

   Not to be thwarted at being so close, Stuart pushed the nun aside and
ran into the main part of the building.  It didn't take long before he
located the classroom and recognising her dialect, rushed in and in front
of the girls, took her into his arms and kissed her.  The nun harried them
and when they separated, Stuart turned to the class, "I'm sorry girls,
Mabilia is my tutor and I have first claim on her, and when her tutoring
finishes, if she agrees, she will be my wife."

   They spent the night in a lower class hotel because the better ones
would not allow unwed couples to share a room.  Quickly shedding their
clothes in the unheated room, they dived under to blankets and Mabilia
quickly had his prick hard enough for their first fuck in over two months.
They did it enthusiastically until Mabilia remembered, "Stuart, I haven't
had Cook's drink since I left, so you could get me pregnant."

   "That will be another reason for us to marry dearest, and another reason
for them to agree to it but we'll worry about that when the time comes."

   In the calm after their climax, Stuart told of his adventures in finding
her and she explained how she survived in the city taking short-term jobs
until a librarian suggested she try at the girls' school.  "What about your
father and family?" Mabilia asked the all important question, "At St. 
Mary's you said you would take me home."

   "Father will come round, in fact he almost had when I left, and mother
already has but when one of the estate cottages becomes free, I plan for us
to live there, for the most part separate from them.  Mother, I know would
like your help with the accounts again, and I will learn how to manage the
farm and woodlands.  I already have an income from trusts so we won't
starve and nor will the baby if indeed we have one."
   Finis