'I 'spect the Vicar found it or left it or something like that, if the Mistress didn't', Mary offered with bright innocence, this causing Reggie to gawp somewhat for he could not imagine what a reverend gentleman would be doing with such a thing about his person. There was clearly something odd afoot which he could not fathom. Or at least not for a long moment. In fact it was not until he was sipping his tea that a distant memory swam back to him. He had perhaps been only about twelve at the time and had been staying with Vanessa at their Uncle Frederick's house. Running indoors from the garden to get himself a glass of water, Reggie had heard smack-slapping noises and squeals emanating from the morning room and had tiptoed towards it to see what was afoot.
Just at that moment his aunt had swept out of the selfsame room, her face not a little flushed, and behind her he had glimpsed-but for a brief moment-one of the servant girls bent over the table, her skirt to her hips and his uncle standing behind and to one side of her and steadily strapping her naked bottom with-yes! — by jove, that strap had looked much the same as the one on Vanessa's bed.
Thoroughly bemused, Reggie put his cup down and took his quiet way up the stairs once more, this time surprising his sister in an even greater fashion. Vanessa felt both humiliated and exhilarated and could not make up her mind which feeling was uppermost, much as she had tried to make the former the stronger emotion. Thus she had swung her legs out of the bed and sat for a moment holding them open precisely at the moment that Reggie made his entry.
'Oh! Oh, Reggie!' Vanessa ejaculated, though too late to hide that which his eyes had never before fallen upon- which is of course to say the fur of her thicket, beneath which he could just glimpse her pouting slit.-'Really, Reggie!' she expostulated, jumping up and thereby causing the lacy hem of her petticoat to flow upwards and outwards even more revealingly so that the full vision of her stockinged thighs, her hips, her nest and part of her bulbing bottom were all to be blissfully seen before she hastily tugged the garment down again.
'I say, Vanessa, that strap!' said Reggie who was not to be put off and indeed felt the blood trilling in his veins at the revelations of his sister's luscious semi-nudity.
'Strap? Strap? Oh, go away! Really, you shouldn't see me like this, Reggie!' protested Vanessa who could not fail to see in turn the protrusion that was by then so marked beneath his trousers.
'Well, Mary did not find it-that was all I was going to say', her brother answered shamefacedly.
'Ho! Is that all? I found it on my bed and I thought she did', Vanessa replied all too quickly and could have bitten off her words, for in view of the fact that only one visitor had appeared that day the conclusion to Reggie was that something very odd had occurred.
'Your bottom is red, Vanessa', he blurted.
'What? Eh? Reggie, how dare you say such a thing to me, and how dare you look! Mary, Mary-please come and help me dress', Vanessa called out frantically, wishing even more to be rid of this conversation than that her brother should have seen her naked derriere. Backing away and holding her petticoat tightly across the front of her thighs, she watched then dry-mouthed as he grabbed at the tawse which was coyly showing its tail from under her skewed pillow and made his exit with the air of one who had filched the Crown Jewels while Vanessa's beseeching 'Reggie!' followed him down the stairs.
En route, he inevitably bumped into Mary who was hastening up in some wonder.
'Mary, I say, I believe she is in an excitable state. Do what you can to quieten her', he whispered.
'Yes, sir', answered the maid conspiratorially. In passing him her thigh sidled against Reggie's erection, the which caused both of them to start and he to fear that Mary would cry out. Instead, though, she bit her lip as though to conceal a not displeased grimace and even offered him a pert little grin over her shoulder as she went to enter Vanessa's room.
The minx, Reggie thought, but the deuce of it would be that she would now wonder why his prick was up, particularly in view of Vanessa's state of undress. Life was getting oddly complicated all of a sudden and he had no desire to stay in the house for a while. Besides which, he was holding the damned strap, and Mary would have seen it.
The only person left to see was the Vicar himself and it was to the Vicarage that Reggie took himself, though scarce knowing what he was going to say on arriving, and with his spirits rather descending the closer that he rode there. Even so, as he told himself, he could but say that he was returning the cleric's visit and see what, if anything, he had to say about Vanessa's strange behaviour.
Knocking hesitantly upon arrival, he was let in by Maude, the housekeeper-a buxom woman who kept herself 'in trim', as she always declared and was frequently pumped by the Vicar's powerful cock when he had no one else to attend to. For such services, Maude was well rewarded, and more so since she occasionally assisted in the 'conversion' of girls who came to prepare themselves for communion or something of the like.
One such at that very moment was immured with the Vicar, and Reggie heard a distinct squeak coming from behind the study door.
'I believe as the Reverend is engaged at the moment, sir', said Maude with considerable understatement, 'But if you was to wait!..'
'Who is it, Maude?' then boomed the Vicar's voice whereat the housekeeper uttered Reggie's full name, this producing a momentary thoughtful silence until the order came, 'Then show him in'.
'Oh-wer!' uttered the young girl who at that very moment struggled to push down her dress even as the door was opened, whereat the visitor was accorded the most fetching of visions-albeit momentary-of the slim legs and pouting pussy of one scarce seventeen whose face was bright red and her bottom pink.
'You were naughty and you have learned your lesson, have you not, Sally?' the Vicar asked of her before addressing Reggie.
A sound came from the girl that might have been yes or no. Reggie was not sure which. Her head bowed, the girl rushed passed him, though-unseen by him-was quickly gathered into the arms of Maude who swiftly bustled her into the drawing room, there to give her what she fondly called 'a little talk', which was more in praise of Priapus than of prayer, though always delicately put and which caused most of the girls to believe that the finest anointment they could receive was that from the thick and spermaceous emissions of the Vicar's prick.
'Ah, yes, dear fellow-how nice of you to return my visit. A whiskey, eh? Or a brandy-or maybe a glass of wine', Percival began, flooding his visitor with words while causing him to subside into a chair. Eccentrically, or not, and without waiting for a reply, he thereupon dowsed two glasses with a spirited measure of malt whiskey and placed one into the rather dazed younger man's hand.
'V… Vanessa…', stumbled Reggie who had no idea now of what he was going to say and whose pocket was bulging with the rolled tawse.
'Yes?' enquired the cleric gently.
"Well, I… that is to say… odd state I found her in, and-pray forgive me, sir, this curious strap', Reggie said, producing it. Swallowing hastily from his glass while Percival waited patiently, he added as though in compromise, 'I say, did you find her odd?'
At that, the Vicar seated himself on the front edge of his desk and gazed down benignly at his visitor.
'May I speak to you, if not as a father, than as an older and more experienced man?' he asked.
At that, Reggie rather wilted and nodded.
'A cigar? Have a cigar, dear boy, and I will join you. The pleasures of enveloping oneself in fragrant smoke are infinite. May I call you Reggie? I address all my parishioners as fondly as I can. Here, let me light it for you-if the dashed lucifer works and, yes, it does. Rather good, eh? From Cuba, I am told, or is it Havana-I am never quite sure. You were saying?'