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Miss Williams
Miss Williams was as prim and proper a church going, do gooding, irritating busy-body as one could wish to avoid, she was of indeterminate age having been born middle aged with no sense of humour and an unfortunate tendency to use twenty seven words where two would suffice. Her appearance was always immaculate, not a hair out of place, her dress always buttoned to the neck, her arms sleeved to the wrist and if she indeed had legs then I am sure no man had ever seen them.
This then was the Miss Williams whom accosted me on the second day of my return to Chargrove, The Miss Williams I had known in my youth, though then she was the small bad tempered miserable positively rotund daughter of our late Vicar the Reverend Ezekiel Williams. I knew the great house and estate intimately having grown up there, and now aged near on forty years I had returned after inheriting the estate from my grandfather, my carefree years as an army officer abruptly curtailed by the need to face the problems of my country estate.
“Lord Chargrove,” she boldly chirped as I approached on a borrowed horse.
“Miss Williams,” I replied, “What a glorious day.”
“For the moment but I fear I see white clouds clouds approaching from the west, harbingers of bigger darker clouds the like of which bring rain if not imminently then by the morrow at the very least,” she said irritatingly.
“Miss Williams, how may I assist you?” I asked, as she stood there in a straw hat and dressed in a dark jacket over a bottle green dress buttoned as usual to the neck.
“You may assist me, or may not assist me, at your discretion, but if I may crave your indulgence for a moment to consider the matter fully I am sure that you will agree that in this year of 1825 it is unseemly, indeed it is unconsciously abhorrent that such practices should continue to be tolerated,” she averred leaving me nonplussed.
“My dear lady what do you mean?”I asked.
“Ravishing young maidens,” she explained “Forcibly.”
“I can assure Madam that all the young maidens I have ever ravished have welcomed my attentions,” I asserted.
“Lord Chargrove!” she protested, “Have some decorum,” but and she looked away in horror.
“Madam I merely deny that I have indulged in ravishment,” I explained
“That I cannot believe,” she said her ample bosoms heaving, “But it must stop sir, and stop it shall, for I shall stop it sir, mark my words well, sir it shall be curtailed.”
I looked at her still unsure of what she spoke so I merely wished her a cheery “Good Day,” and rode on.
Brabbinger my Grandfather’s agent came to see me a few days later, “I am afraid we have been summoned to the Lord Lieutenant, seems there is a complaint from a Tenant one Miss Williams,” he explained.
“Indeed?” I queried.
“About the droit de signeur,” he said, “I did take the liberty to investigate the matter and it transpires that under the Magna Carta Minimus de Charte Grave the right is quite correctly enshrined in the charter of principalship relating to Chargrove and your tenancy thereof.”
“Brabbinger,” I said, “What are you babbling on about?”
“The droit de signeur, sir, droit de signeur de maturitas, your right to take the maidenheads of the maidens resident on the estate for a year and a day.” he explained.
“Oh, I never for a moment thought of such,” I confessed.
“His lordship never missed a maturity, you see sir,” Brabbinger explained, “The droit de signeur de maturitas, does not only extend as in normality to the wedding eve of a young maiden but your right extends to any wench achieving twenty and one years unmarried whether engaged to be wed or not.”
“Really?” I enquired, “And when was this last enforced, two hundred years ago I’ll wager!”
“Did you not know sir,” Brabbinger said awkwardly, “Why your Grandfather’s heart burst while he was taking young Daisy Hardwhiste’s maidenhead no more than two months since, I myself as agent felt compelled to take Susan Young and Maisy Hart’s the week before you came back.”
“You brute!” I said, “You sly old dog!” I laughed, “You’ll burst your heart too if you don’t take care!” I thought, “But why is Miss Williams concerned.”
“Ah, she came back some months since, she moved away aged fifteen when intact and came back to rent a cottage here some years since, I believe she is unwed and intact,” he suggested.
“And fears I wish to ravish her, well she need have no fears on that score!” I sighed.
“Then reason with her, have her withdraw the complaint!” he suggested.
“That I shall!” I agreed, “That I shall!”
Miss Williams was not expecting visitors, she was wearing her shift when she crossly answered my polite knock on her cottage door.
“No you can’t have your ball!” she snapped before she saw me.
“Miss Williams?” I said as I ducked my head beneath the rose bushes encircling the doorway.
“Oh, my Lord, I must apologise!” she said.
She looked different, it was her wig, without it her hair was silver, her thin shift showed where her belly bulged pleasantly without her corsets, and unsupported her breasts swung pendulously.
“May I come in?” I asked, “It is about the droit de signeur?”
“No you may not, I shall not succumb readily, I shall fight to the last breath!” she protested.
“Oh for heaven’s sake,” I said and I pushed her back into the cottage.
“Unhand me!” she cried as I shut the door behind us while pushing her away.
“Miss Williams I have no desire to ravish you,” I said.
“Then why is your hand upon my breast?” she asked.
“Oh,” I said awkwardly for my hand indeed was upon her breast, her soft ample womanly breast, my loins stirred unexpectedly, it was some time since he had last enjoyed a gallop.
“My apologies,” I said as the stirring became a pressing need to adjust my dress, “Please excuse me,” I said as I thrust my other hand down my breeches and adjusted my underthings to allow my member room to grow.
“You disgust me you odious pitiful excuse for a man!” she snapped as she stared, the bulge in my breeches now unmistakable.
“I really must apologie,” I repeated as he swelled and reared to almost overtop my belt buckle, and then realised to what she referred, “I don’t know what overcame me.”
“Vile lust my lord, vile lust and base instincts, a woman alone with a man and such things happen,” she said awkwardly, “I do not blame you, I know full well the male mind is controlled unquestioningly by the needs of the male member, but you in turn must understand when I repel your advances with every ounce of strength in my poor weak female form.”
“Actually I came to assure you I had no designs upon your maidenhead, and ask if with that assurance you might withdraw your complaint to the assizes?” I asked hopefully.
“You stand before me aroused and enraged and aver that you do not desire me, when your member lewdly strains the buttons of your breeches,” Miss Williams averred.
“Miss Williams, I assure you I have no designs upon you!” I assured her, “You must believe me.”
“Then why are you engorged like a veritable stallion!” she demanded, “You should know better my lord, you know your lust cannot be readily constrained so why visit me alone and unchaperoned.”
“To assure you that I have no interest!” I confirmed, “No more no less.”
She stared, I followed her gaze, the eye of my cock winked through a gap in my shirt where he poked above my belt, “Evil beast!” she cried and she kicked me full force in the balls.
My balls exploded like cannon fire, “Agghhh,” I cried in agony and turning away from her I wrested my breeches down to check my balls were still round and not crushed like grapes.
“No!” she cried misunderstanding my motives and she sought to evade me but the cottage was small and she could not go far.
“For pities sake,” I pleased as I checked my member for damage, “Why did you do that?”
“To calm you of course my Lord!” she replied.
“Calm me,” I cursed, “You could have maimed me for life”
She stared from the other side of the wooden table as I inspected my member, “But I thank the lord that there seems to be no permanent injury,” I confirmed as I carefully eased him back into my underthings.
“Oh?” she gulped as I fastened my breeches, “Are you not going to ravish me?”
“Indeed not Miss Williams,” I confirmed, “As I said I have no desire to ravish you, nor have I any desire to ravish every young maid on her wedding eve.”
“Really?” she asked, “Are you sure?”
“Entirely,” I assured her.
“Oh,” she said, “I suppose with you being a military man, and being used to the company of men you,” she stopped mid sentence.
“Miss Williams,” I countered, “May I assure you it is out of consideration for your feelings and sensibilities that I decline the opportunity to ravish you, for heaven’s sake woman, the sight of your womanly figure through your shift, the swell of your bosoms, indeed the softness and warmth thereof aroused my ardour to which you can attest.”
“Stay away from me,” she said firmly, “You may conjoin with men as you wish, it is for the good lord to condemn you to the Hadean pit of eternal flame, it is not my place to so do but for all that you shall not despoil me like an animal, away I say, away.”
“Miss Williams,” I countered, “May I assure you that I enjoy the pleasures of carnality as much as any man, but only with a woman, the mere thought of what you speak is an anathema to me, it is merely I have no desire to ravish you in any way unnaturally but only desist from ravishing you out of consideration!”
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