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about, ever harder. Stephanie cried out, wriggling her bottom for more and gasping as she started to come, her head dizzy with the same blend of ecstasy and shame that Myrtle had first taught her – feelings she had resented ever since, she reflected, even as her body shook in the ecstasy of orgasm.

Three
    FOR THE NEXT two days Stephanie divided most of her time between plotting with her sister and trying to be well behaved in order to avoid the disciplinary attentions of her aunts, while surrendering her bottom each evening to the erotic attentions of her maid. To be tipped over Vera’s knee, exposed and fondled brought Stephanie immense chagrin, but the pleasure made it impossible to resist, as did the maid’s firm, no-nonsense manner. It had been much the same with Myrtle Finch-Farmiloe, which made the experience more humiliating still, as did the likelihood that the maid would soon expect rather more.
    Only on the third day did Stephanie and Hermione manage to get to Postbridge, claiming that they wished to go into Tavistock for some new handkerchiefs and declining the offer of a lift in favour of the public omnibus. Arriving at the garage, Stephanie stood pondering the dented and scratched front portion of the two-seater somewhat ruefully, although considerably less ruefully than she had been pondering Phase One of the battle campaign: the extraction of the giant pig from its sty on Sir Murgatroyd Drake’s estate at Combebow and its transport to Stukely Hall.
    The principal difficulty in pinching the pig was its sheer bulk, one hundred stone of mobile bacon and chops being so far beyond their capacity for heavy lifting that the thing might as well have been Haytor Rocks . The answer was bribery, in the form of ripe apples, which she felt sure could be guaranteed to lure the boar from his sty and on to the stout dray which was also an essential element of the plan, and also required bribery. Unfortunately she only knew one bribable drayman, and he was unlikely to be impressed by ripe apples, unless the term could be applied to her small, neatly formed breasts.
    Another difficulty was Jan Wonnacott, pigman to Sir Murgatroyd Drake and brother of Cyril. He lived in a cottage adjacent to the sty. The operation seemed sure to be noisy, and although Jan was said to be in the habit of consuming as many as a dozen pints of cider in one or another of the local inns each evening, his absences came at times when the road was too busy for the safe removal of the pig. They would have to act in the dead hours of the night.
    With the pig pinched, they would be able to move on to Phase Two, touching her grandfather for a sum large enough to carry out the remainder of the operation while avoiding the attention of assorted aunts. If the pig theft failed to soften the old man, things would be difficult. It was essential to get the car back as soon as possible, but the repair bill was going to eat up all but the last few shillings of what remained of her allowance.
    ‘I’ll come to collect it next week then,’ she said with a sigh as the mechanic completed his assessment of what needed to be done and how long it would take. ‘One other thing. Do you happen to know the full name and address of the drayman who helped me? I’d like to thank him, and I was too shaken to think to ask where he lived. I only know him as Lias.’
    ‘Elias Snell. He lives to Princetown, last house on the Yelverton Road,’ the mechanic answered promptly.
    ‘Thank you,’ Stephanie replied, and hastened across the road. What might be the only omnibus of the day was approaching. She and Hermione signalled to the driver, climbed in and paid their fares, responding to the curious looks of the other passengers with polite smiles as they took their seats. Stephanie was earnestly wishing she had her car back. All her life she had taken little or no notice of the general population, regarding them simply as part of the Devon background. Like tin mines, horses or