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clotted cream, they were always there and had always served their purpose, but they had never engaged more than her casual attention.
Since her experience with the drayman things had changed. Never had she imagined that a working man could be so lacking in respect, or so blatantly lecherous. The behaviour of Elias Snell had proved otherwise, likewise that of Vera Clapshott, and Stephanie now found herself suspecting every other passenger of harbouring similarly lewd intentions. The driver himself bore a suspicious resemblance to the drayman, and she was sure he would have preferred to have his penis sucked rather than accept her fare, perhaps sharing her with the conductor, a lean, ugly man who kept glancing at her with what she felt was a knowing leer; or, worse, making her kneel side by side with her sister while they received the same rude treatment.
The two large red-faced women who sat together at the very back seemed to disapprove of her, though their expressions suggested that they disapproved of everybody and everything. That didn’t stop her imagining them singling her out for an impromptu spanking, delivered bare bottom in front of Hermione and the other passengers. An equally large but jolly woman, who had brought a small pig on to the omnibus, seemed less likely to feel the need to dish out discipline, but might very well do it for fun and enjoy a good feel at the same time.
The men were worse. A trio of farmers debating the price of wool appeared to be indifferent to her, but when they spoke quietly she wondered if they were discussing how amusing it would be to share her between them, using her mouth, quim and bottom hole simultaneously, while Hermione was made to watch. The lone man in a high-collared suit was presumably a clerk of some sort and definitely a pervert. It showed in his nervous manner and the small, piggy eyes that looked everywhere but at his fellow passengers, revealing his guilt at wanting to make Stephanie and her sister indulge him in unspeakable practices.
At length they reached Princetown and got down from the omnibus outside the Plume of Feathers. Stephanie’s head was swimming with frightening yet compelling fantasies. What had seemed so straightforward when discussed over a decanter of Warre ’08 kindly provided by Catchpole was now terrifying, yet to show her feelings in front of her little sister was unthinkable. As they came in sight of the final line of granite-built cottages, a solution occurred to her.
‘I think you should do it this time, H.,’ she stated.
Her sister’s eyes rounded in shock before she replied.
‘What, suck his … his thingy?’
‘Of course that is what I mean,’ Stephanie replied.
‘Why me?’ Hermione demanded.
‘As Papa says,’ Stephanie pointed out, ‘on a campaign everybody should share the discomforts equally.’
‘No,’ Hermione replied, ‘he says it’s a good thing for an officer to share the discomforts of his men. You’re in charge, so you should be the one doing the sharing.’
‘I’ve already done it twice,’ Stephanie pointed out, changing tack, ‘so it’s your turn.’
‘No, it isn’t,’ Hermione answered.
‘Yes, it is,’ Stephanie insisted. ‘I won’t teach you to drive if you aren’t a little bit more helpful, H.’
‘But I don’t want to suck his beastly thingy!’ Hermione whined.
‘I did, so you should have to do it too.’
‘Why?’
‘Why not?’
‘It’s disgusting!’
‘You thought it was jolly funny that he’d made me do it!’
Hermione’s face had begun to grow obstinate, and Stephanie again changed tack.
‘Come on, H., please? For me? And just think, when I marry Freddie I’ll be able to afford another car, maybe a Lagonda or something, and you can have the two-seater, but only if you’re helpful.’
‘I am being helpful,’ Hermione replied. ‘I came up with most of the ideas.’
‘Exactly,’ Stephanie said quickly, ‘such as paying for the dray by sucking Lias
Since her experience with the drayman things had changed. Never had she imagined that a working man could be so lacking in respect, or so blatantly lecherous. The behaviour of Elias Snell had proved otherwise, likewise that of Vera Clapshott, and Stephanie now found herself suspecting every other passenger of harbouring similarly lewd intentions. The driver himself bore a suspicious resemblance to the drayman, and she was sure he would have preferred to have his penis sucked rather than accept her fare, perhaps sharing her with the conductor, a lean, ugly man who kept glancing at her with what she felt was a knowing leer; or, worse, making her kneel side by side with her sister while they received the same rude treatment.
The two large red-faced women who sat together at the very back seemed to disapprove of her, though their expressions suggested that they disapproved of everybody and everything. That didn’t stop her imagining them singling her out for an impromptu spanking, delivered bare bottom in front of Hermione and the other passengers. An equally large but jolly woman, who had brought a small pig on to the omnibus, seemed less likely to feel the need to dish out discipline, but might very well do it for fun and enjoy a good feel at the same time.
The men were worse. A trio of farmers debating the price of wool appeared to be indifferent to her, but when they spoke quietly she wondered if they were discussing how amusing it would be to share her between them, using her mouth, quim and bottom hole simultaneously, while Hermione was made to watch. The lone man in a high-collared suit was presumably a clerk of some sort and definitely a pervert. It showed in his nervous manner and the small, piggy eyes that looked everywhere but at his fellow passengers, revealing his guilt at wanting to make Stephanie and her sister indulge him in unspeakable practices.
At length they reached Princetown and got down from the omnibus outside the Plume of Feathers. Stephanie’s head was swimming with frightening yet compelling fantasies. What had seemed so straightforward when discussed over a decanter of Warre ’08 kindly provided by Catchpole was now terrifying, yet to show her feelings in front of her little sister was unthinkable. As they came in sight of the final line of granite-built cottages, a solution occurred to her.
‘I think you should do it this time, H.,’ she stated.
Her sister’s eyes rounded in shock before she replied.
‘What, suck his … his thingy?’
‘Of course that is what I mean,’ Stephanie replied.
‘Why me?’ Hermione demanded.
‘As Papa says,’ Stephanie pointed out, ‘on a campaign everybody should share the discomforts equally.’
‘No,’ Hermione replied, ‘he says it’s a good thing for an officer to share the discomforts of his men. You’re in charge, so you should be the one doing the sharing.’
‘I’ve already done it twice,’ Stephanie pointed out, changing tack, ‘so it’s your turn.’
‘No, it isn’t,’ Hermione answered.
‘Yes, it is,’ Stephanie insisted. ‘I won’t teach you to drive if you aren’t a little bit more helpful, H.’
‘But I don’t want to suck his beastly thingy!’ Hermione whined.
‘I did, so you should have to do it too.’
‘Why?’
‘Why not?’
‘It’s disgusting!’
‘You thought it was jolly funny that he’d made me do it!’
Hermione’s face had begun to grow obstinate, and Stephanie again changed tack.
‘Come on, H., please? For me? And just think, when I marry Freddie I’ll be able to afford another car, maybe a Lagonda or something, and you can have the two-seater, but only if you’re helpful.’
‘I am being helpful,’ Hermione replied. ‘I came up with most of the ideas.’
‘Exactly,’ Stephanie said quickly, ‘such as paying for the dray by sucking Lias
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