Lady Catherine's Fall Ch. 01

She stooped with water up to her shoulders soaping herself and washing herself and the glorious pinkness of her slowly emerged from her coat of filth and she stood proud and firm bodied with not an ounce of spare fat, her udders sweeping from her breast like as utter perfection, just the crisscross of the whip trails to blight her as the filth slipped away and my manhood stirred mightily at the sight of it.

She stretched and luxuriated in her unaccustomed freedom then at once she sank from sight only to spring back out delightedly swishing her long yellow straw like hair like a naughty retriever dog, and yet with copious use of the soap slowly did her hair regain it's golden hue and refreshed she came to the of the river where the bridge parapet curved down towards the bank and I lifted her from the water and used the key to unlock her chastity belt.

Then tenderly I dried her, but she felt dirty still and it was an hour and more of splashing and frolicking before she felt clean and donned a new smock and sat with me as I combed her hair.

"I shall take you home," I said, "Your father will be concerned."

"Liar, he sold me for a shilling," she complained

I was nonplussed, I considered a lodging house but when questions were asked we were ejected so finally we booked into the Trentham Hotel, as master and servant, and as was the practice I paid for two rooms and used but one.

She ate heartily with the servants that evening and when I retired following a convivial but sober evening with some travelling salesmen and merchants I found her ready in my bed, fast asleep, yet naked as if she welcomed the notion that we should conjoin.

I undressed entirely and lay listening to her breathing and then succumbed to sleep but she woke with the dawn, and woke me with a kiss, which I reciprocated, her warmth aroused me and I explored her entirely with my fingers and with particular care I explored where the chastity belt had been,and then she said, "You paid you shilling, now take what you are owed and release me from your hold."

I took hold of her and pried her legs wide and after exploring her softness with my fingers eased the soft folds asunder and eased the purple head of my manhood into her soft wetness and then she grasped it and I as I heaved mightily so by degrees and through her agony which she staunchly repressed so quarter inch by quarter inch I claimed her and with a cry she was truly mine.

She was all I ever dreamed of warm and wet and tight, and to her consternation I emitted within her promptly with all the potency of abstention and then did I insist on kissing her with passion until my potency returned and I entreated her to allow me to enjoyed her delights once more.

She demurred, she resisted, "I have paid a shilling, and many more shillings for soap, I do believe you owe me the courtesy of allowing my attentions a few more times."

"But it pains me!" she explained, "The insertion, it distresses me greatly though I try to suppress my distaste out of gratitude."

I thought briefly, "I have it on good authority that the pain subsides with practice," I informed her, "And with my expenditure I should expect a good few insertions before I am repaid."

I grasped her firmly, so firmly that she knew that resistance was futile and pressed home my manhood against her, and when pressed her softness parted like the petals of a daffodil and he slipped easily within and her soft folds enveloped and swallowed him until the balls beneath were tickled by her small hairs around her softness.

This was indeed heaven, a higher plane of heaven entirely as she began to moan but with pleasure and not pain, "I do believe you may be right," she whispered, "Now profess your love and I shall be content indeed."

We conjoined more in love than passion and in a while her passions overflowed and as she gasped so I emitted copious amounts seed within her to quench her inner fire.

"Now, are you displeased?" I asked, as withdrew from her "Or shall you enjoy being Mrs Matson."

"Oh please, use me as you will but don't joke." she protested.

"I'm not joking," I assured her, "And who else would want you, and in any case you have agreed already!"

She sealed our bargain with a kiss and we conjoined again.

Sadly My father objected to our union but the promise of two hundred pounds changed his mind, but the Earl was more awkward, "I have disowned her," he insisted, but I sneaked back after our interview and struck a bargain with the housekeeper and I took away all the Lady Catherine's clothes for the sum of fifteen shillings!

The Reverent Bailey agreed to marry us and then came the Friday trial at Trentham Assizes in the Court house.

Catherine chose to wear her red velvet dress with white detail and a red hat looking every inch the Duchess she should have been, to the shock and consternation of the yokels clustered around the court who expected her to be near naked, and she was allowed to sit with me in the public seats and not taken to the cells until called to the dock.

The proceedings were over in the blink of an eye.

"The case of Catherine, formerly Lady Catherine Howarth." the clerk announced.

"Is there a case for the prosecution." the Judge demanded of a small lawyer cowering before him.

"Ah." he said, "Our expert Mr Allenby is indisposed."

"No, he is the cells," the Judge remarked, "I had him brought down, he shall speak up for you."

"Ah," said the Lawyer, "Oh, well, perhaps it was a simple mistake, and I'm sure Mre Fellowes and Mr Francis Fellowes would magnanimously forgive the girl and release her from her sentence."

"Indeed," the Judge ordered, "Then call Mr John Matson."

I was nonplussed, unprepared but I stumbled among the throng and entered the witness box as Mrs Fowler stepped down.

"Your ring, Mr Matson, please tell the court where you obtained it." The Judge asked,once I had sworn the truth to tell, "The one on your finger."

"I cast it," I admitted, "Myself, it bears the Truro hallmark."

"Show me," The Judge insisted, and when it was conveyed to him he added, "It looks very much like the Fowler one, did you make that too?"

"Yes sir, for Lady Catherine, it was engraved "With my love HM, but the words have been worn off to leave but HM."

"What say you?" The Judge asked the Fowler's Lawyer.

"Our expert is indisposed." he repeated.

"Oh enough!" the Judge insisted, "It is clear the ring is Matson's and was given so could not have been stolen," and he addressed the court Catherine, Lady Catherine your sentence is hereby declared suspended, however, this is not the end of the matter and should perjury be proven then at a later date perhaps you may leave the Court with no stain upon your character," he said, "You may go."

I left with her and we mounted my Carriage, Barrington had offered his services once again as driver and so we went to Halliwell unannounced, I dressed in the classic style of a landed Gentleman with my beloved in a new dress and shawl procured from Mrs Price -Wright and we rode in my tolerably smart carriage pulled by a matched pair of Greys,

The Earl Howarth's Butler rushed out in agitation crying "Are you expected sir, only His Grace."

he paused, "Lady Catherine?" he asked.

"Indeed tell father I have come for his apology," she snapped.

"Look just be yourself," I said, "Forgive him."

"Never he abandoned me," she snapped, but when informed we were not invited in but her father came down.

"I cannot forgive you," he said, "But go marry this chancer and fraudster and we shall never speak again."

"But you allowed our union?" I asked.

"Indeed, I sold her for a shilling, a fair price," he asserted, "But I cannot receive you or her,"

She set her face like stone and then we went away.

We went driving, I had previously made tentative enquiries and when Catherine approved I bought the manor house called Boulby Manor for a veritable song as it was in an unfashionable style, and the trustees of the late Mable Sempter needed a quick sale and there we declared that we should set up house.

We missed the following Friday trial, the Fowler's offered no defence but merely relied upon the leniency of the Judge so on the Saturday we went to Allerton square to see them punished.

We sat where the Earl sat formerly, and the Judge came and announced the sentences.

"The sentence must represent the sentence which their perjurious statements brought down on the innocent, therefore as laid down Mr Francis Fowler shall be sentenced to two hundred lashes and be transported and Mrs Fowler shall endure one hundred lashes at solstice and equinox and shall serve Lady Catherine who is soon to be Mrs Matson in any menial capacity she shall choose.

Catherine looked at me and I at her and she kissed me on the lips.

The time and date were set, snow flurries set the market place white like fairyland and made the stage slippery and the hangman stood as whips man again.

They led the Mother in first, Catherine stared intently, as she was led up the steps to the stage, she was dressed in her cloak and her heavy winter robe with her hands manacled but as soon as she was under the beam they hauled her hands above her head, and tore her cape off her.

"That was the worst bit John," Catherine said, "When they tore my robe off, I had no idea, no idea at all." she said, "All the yokels staring at what is private," she said, "Ugghh!"

The hangman took up his whip and when Lady Fowler's cloak was thrown aside he tore away her dress but he struggled and then it was away and mere under things covered her and then with rendings and tearings her tore her to nakedness. not even a chastity belt protected her modesty, as the rolls of fat and voluptuousness were laid bare.

She stood in blind panic and all was not well with the whipping as her soft flesh split almost the first blow.

There was consternation, and the Judge Grant ordered proceedings halted, and he came up to Catherine, "My Lady," he said, "Can you find it in your heart to commute the sentence?"

"Indeed," she agreed, "My Husband and I shall adminiser the blows at a suitable rate nightly whilst the Lady fowler serves us." she thought, "Perhaps Francis might with advantage serve my pigs as I should hate for him to return from the Antipodes with a fortune."

"A wise and compassionate thought," the Judge agreed and then he returned to the stage, "In a spirit of compassion Lady Catherine has agreed that the lashes shall be applied at her home and in addition has petitioned that Mr Francis Fowler should be spared transportation and instead lashed in the place of his aforesaid mother and consigned to serve the pigs."

The mother was thus cut down and the Fowler son in turn brought up, the yokels lost interest but the maids became interested in their turn as his jacket and shirt were taken off before he was hung from the beam by a rope round his manacled hands, and then his breeches were hauled down and the first blow was administered across his left shoulder and then a second across his right shoulder, and he bore it stoically while ten or more blows were landed and then in the manner of such people he began to break down, but it was not until after the first twenty blows were laid and after the leather clad hangman acting as whips-man had rested and downed a pint of ale that the maids had their thrill.

It was as the whips-man began to whip the man's buttocks that the titter of laughter for as the blows landed so his manhood found the gap in his under breeches and reared through the gap though by many standards it was both short and fat it caused immense merriment, indeed Catherine turned to me and said "Ugh, revolting, but as the blows continued it reared obscenely and his visage reddened with embarrassment.

"Look,!" was the shout, taken up around the square, "Oh," some gasped, and then with a wicked sense of devilment the whips-man flashed the whip between Fowlers legs and deep into his loins and all at once his manhood became animated and spewed forth such a disgusting greyish substance, like three day old milk, that stout women fainted.

"To think I might have married that?" Katherine gasped, "I own six months in a pig sty was in all ways preferable."

But Fowler had collapsed upon buckling knees and with half the blows unadministered he was carried away senseless to the Gaol to recover before a further session a week hence.

Katherine and I stepped down among the first and we travelled home by carriage driven by the Mrs Sempter's coachman, whom hoped to find permanent employ with us and we joked about Fowler but Katherine was despondent although she remained stoical throughout but I sensed she was still unhappy and I asked about it.

"I want Father and Mother at my wedding," she said sadly. Now that I could never deliver.