Summer tea with the Duchess
Ok well after posting such a tearjerker for my first entry I figured I should make up for it with something a little more light hearted. I hope people enjoy, this 2000k word limit is a real challenge. I actually ran a few words over but not too far and they said a little over would be ok.
Summer time at WindhillCastle was always a special occasion. The ancient castle, turned Victorian manor dominated the landscape and it's owners, the Withrington-Smythes dominated the local town. It was the way it had been for centuries, new Dukes and Duchesses would inherit the land and titles and their will would be turned to those around them.
The last Duchess was a little different to her father, who had been a harsh master, showing little mercy and paying less in wages. He once broke the arm of a chimney boy for getting soot on his boots. Still he had passed some years ago and been replaced by his son-in-law, who had been a good man, kind of heart. He brought back the summer fetes and he opened the grand gardens of the castle every Sunday so that those less fortunate could enjoy the English summer.
Sadly he had passed away too early, when England's enemies rose up and the monster escaped from Elba he took up arms and joined up with Wellington to do his duty for King and country. He fell defending that fabled farmhouse, his batman and former stablemaster had died fighting to defend his body. At the orders of the Duchess they had been buried side by side on a small hill overlooking the manor in the shade of an oak tree.
The Duchess had not been blessed with children and she would be the last of her line. She was a lioness and a fine example of a true blue blood Englishwoman, never showing a moments doubt and commanding the respect of her peers with a glance. She was also fabled as a baker, the cakes and tarts she baked for the summer fetes had to be guarded fiercely to ensure people only took one. Fist fights and brawls had broken out the last time one of the villagers had helped himself to a second slice of her marble cake.
Straightening her bonnet Lady Caroline prepared herself as her buggy rode up the driveway. She had moved into the area a mere five years ago and had been desperately trying to become friends with the Duchess ever since. At last she had received an invitation for tea with the Duchess, the husky had been so excited she had to stay seated for two hours lest her servants see her tail wagging with excitement.
Checking her corset and her summer dress, making sure the silk was folded nicely she stood a little too quickly as the buggy stopped and it took every sheer ounce of British will to prevent her falling or even wobbling. She was greeted by the butler and escorted around to where the lioness sat in the garden. The warm sun beaming down on perfectly tended flower beds and lawns that stretched for miles. Although there was a curiously empty flowerbed just next to the table where the Duchess sat and to Caroline's horror the lioness could see her staring.
"I'm afraid my pansies suffered a bit of an accident the other Day Lady Caroline, now where are my manners, welcome please sit down and try a strawberry tart, I baked them freshly this morning." The lioness mutter every word dripping with grace and every motion practiced as she waved at the chair opposite.
"Oh thank you Duchess, I was most honoured to receive your invitation to tea," Feeling slightly awkward and nervous she sat down opposite the Duchess and as commanded reached out to select a strawberry tart. However, not tasting the tart she added, "may I say Duchess how delightful your gardens are this year, you are to be commended, it must be so hard to manage such a large estate without your late husband to help."
"Oh please, I have gardeners to do the hard work, like young Charles over there," The lioness glanced at a young blonde sorrel pony trimming the hedges. He wasn't wearing a shirt and Caroline could make out every curve of his perfectly sculpted body twenty meters away. Moaning softly she shuffled in her petticoats as she felt some warmth spread to her loins.
She realised she had been staring for a few seconds and blushed a little as she took a bite of the tart to cover her embarrassment. Sweet sticky goodness coated her tongue and she sighed deeply lost in pure culinary bliss. "Oh my Duchess these are simply divine."
"Please call me Kate, Duchess is such a mouthful," replied the lioness with just the tiniest hint of a smile.
Caroline's heart leapt, she was just a hairs breadth away from being friends with someone who had tea with the Queen twice a year, who just might take her best friend with her one day. Of course the next few minutes didn't pass well, the young husky was too awestruck to think and the lioness offered her almost nothing but minor comments on the weather. Her dreams of tea with the queen began to slip away and then as the duchess' maid poured them both some lemonade she spotted a bulge and a finger that was missing a ring. A scandal! What better for two noble ladies to bond over.
"Kate, forgive me, but I couldn't help but notice that your maid appears to be in the family way," it was a slightly impolite observation for afternoon tea, but to gain the old girls favour Caroline was going to have to risk it.
"Why yes, young Mildred is with child," observed the lioness impassively as she sipped her tea.
"How wonderful for her and her husband," the husky replied, wanting to give the duchess the honour of spilling the scandal.
"Oh, she's not married," the Duchess noted as she put her cup down slowly.
Flushing with glee the husky gave a fake gasp of shock, "oh my, it is so sad that she could preserve her innocence like a true Englishwoman should."
"Hmmm well I tend to blame the scoundrel that deflowered her when she was drunk at the fete two months ago," snorted the lioness in flat even tones. "Lady Deerborn's son has a lot to answer for."
Scandal, at last she was getting through, "oh yes, but then you can't expect men to know better. It is a woman's duty to preserve her chastity after all." The husky observed taking a sip of tea.
"Oh I don't know I never had much use for chastity," the lioness winced as the husky sprayed tea across the table. "Oh dear, was it too hot, try the lemonade I think it's much better for a hot day like today anyway."
Sipping the cooling lemonade Caroline had to admit it did make her feel better, still for the lioness to reveal something so personal she must consider her a friend, now was the time to push, "So your husband could not wait for marriage either?" A secret Caroline had kept for many years was how she had succumbed to her husband's desires a week before their wedding, now slipped out but a tasty bait was needed to catch the Duchess grand scandal.
"Oh of course, he and Gerald used to sneak into my bedroom every Saturday," the lioness ducked as lemonade sprayed across the table far further than the tea had gotten. "Oh my dear, are you well?"
"Yes, yes I'm fine," paned the husky unable to contain her curiosity she asked, "Who is Gerald?"
"He was our stable boy, we had many a fling before Rodney came a courting," the lioness smiled and flushed with happy memories. "Fortunately the two got on very well and many a night I spent between their hot bodies."
Caroline practically choked as she felt a heat spreading in her loins as she imagined herself between two virile males.
"Of course there was many a night when I simply watched them both going at it, my sweet lion and his pony lover," sighing softly. "They died together you know, my one regret is that, as a woman, I was not allowed to go to war and die with them."
"You gave your flower to a stableboy?" Caroline couldn't process the rest of the scandal yet, so she grasped the one concept she could understand.
"Oh dear lord no, to a scullery boy. He was a Labrador and so very eager," chuckled the lioness helping herself to a mouthful of tart. "Of course he always came to early, but he was good with his tongue and loved to lick his cum out of me afterwards."
The scandal, the never-ending debauchery! Caroline could hardly contain herself, this scandal would go down so well with the other ladies.
"As for Lady Deerborn's son, I had him up here last week to talk about my maid," for the first time the lioness's expression changed to annoyance. "I asked him to do the honourable thing, he stuffed his face with my cakes and told me it was none of my business. So I told him where I put the spoon before I baked him those cakes."
Horror gripped the husky as she looked at the half eaten tart on her plate, the old lioness was clearly insane and immoral, she could have done anything to the food she was serving. As if reading her thoughts the lioness added, "oh don't worry dear, I am eating one too, I wouldn't do that if I had shoved the spoon up our pigs recently fucked cunt, like I did for that scoundrel. I do feel a bit bad for Milly, she's a good sow, I hope the spoon left no splinters and that bastard threw up all over my lovely pansies."
"I... " Caroline had no words to express, what she had heard in the last few minutes. It was against everything she had been taught and yet it was one of the very peers of the land that had committed such acts. "The bible.."
"The bible was written by man for men, women are to be objects to be owned, well nobody owns me," snapped the lioness with an actual snarl. "Look at young Charles over there working and sweating, my if I was twenty years younger I would make his toes curl. Sadly my toe curling days are behind me."
Glancing at the pony who was a lot closer, the husky couldn't help but notice the huge bulge in his pants. Her dwarfed her husband and she felt that heat returning to her loins, her undergarments getting wet as she watched his hypnotic motions. "I think I should go, thank you so very kindly for the tea."
"Oh not at all dear, your buggy was sent home, please take mine," a sly smile was on the lionesses face as she waved to the blonde pony. "Charles, would you be a dear and bring the buggy around and give Lady Caroline a good ride home."
A few minutes late the lioness watched as the buggy drove down the lanes, smiling as after a few minutes it stopped and she saw the blonde pony climb into the back of the buggy and the vehicle start rocking.
Lady Caroline was squealing, her paws laced in the blonde equines mane as he rutted her, his thick meat spearing her deeper and faster than her husband ever could. Her petticoats were lifted and crushed between their two bodies. The stink of his sweaty manly body filled her nose as she felt the first orgasm of her life beginning deep in her loins. She pushed herself against him desperately, but his body was like warm rock, immovable and she loved the feeling as the brute took her. His manly grunts and groans, his powerful body slapping against her drenched nethers.
An explosion built inside her and sensations she had never dreamed of coursed through her body. She screamed out the pony's name as she came for the first time in her life. Her cries carrying up the hill to the lioness who purred and made a few notes.
This scandal would be a wonderful one to share with the queen when she went to the palace next month. All these desperate want to be Lords and Ladies, they were so easy to read and manipulate. A simple suggestion of sex and the sight of a perfectly sculpted equine was all it took to defeat decades of piousness and repression to make the lady give herself to a male that was not her husband. A little aphrodisiac in her lemonade helped too. Still it was summertime and with her husband and equine lover gone the lioness had a right to a hobby.