Perhaps a clue

Dear Sir Williard,

It is now an hour or so after sunset, and I'm watching my boathouse through my office window for any sign of my uninvited intruder. I did not have time to finish my account of what I found in the nearby boathouse last night as Akemi entered my room to minister to my morning needs and help me dress for work. So as I wait and watch, allow me to detail as much as I can with pen and ink.

My duties at Dr. Miller's offices, your Lordship were much like always, with one minor distinction almost not worth mentioning. Instead of providing my stud services once in the afternoon, I was called upon twice today to mount the pale bodies of Rajah-4's esteemed colonists. The second of these two women I have serviced before just a week ago; I recognized her by the copper hue to her pubic hair, particularly because of the way it had been trimmed and shaved into a whimsical heart just above her sex. I was able to bring this woman to a most satisfying climax quite quickly by stimulating her clitoris as I worked with an irregular rhythmic thrusting that Akemi assures me women find most pleasurable. Please understand Sir Williard, that I mention this only because to omit anything that happens after all the other details I have disclosed so far might be misinterpreted.

When I arrived back at my humble abode I had to deal with Hilda whom Andrews found writhing on my bed fingering herself furiously when she was supposed to be collecting the dirty linens. I have, as you already know, tried spanking my maid several times in an effort to instill a sense of discipline within her to only some moderate effect, I believe that what occurred when I bent her over my desk tonight might have made a more lasting impression. I have mentioned now several times that I have been toying with the buxom blonde's anus as I took her, tonight I decided to demonstrate my displeasure at her behavior in a way that she would not forget any time soon.

The insolent maid's eyes were sparkling with excitement as she lowered her bloomers and lifted her skirt before bending over my desk to receive her chastisement by my hand. As I spanked Hilda's plump ass I could see her cheeks redden and more significantly the glistening of her labia as she became aroused by her punishment. Over the past few weeks she has come to expect a very rigorous pounding of her pretty sex after these spankings and she perhaps saw how my erection was tenting my trousers.

She whimpered prettily as I slid into her slick vaginal passage, but before she could find any pleasure from my penetration I withdrew and positioned my member at the dark ring that I had been caressing in preparation for this assault. It was harder than I had anticipated to force the bulbous head of my manhood into the struggling girl's tight hole, but once inside her I was able to make steady progress deeper and deeper into her bowels. Judging by her squeals, Hilda did not enjoy the first few minutes of this unnatural form of coupling, but My Lord, I must confess I found it wildly stimulating.

Also, might I add, that as her elastic tissues stretched to accommodate my size, the cries of pain took on a much more needy tone and by the time I emptied myself into her, she was moaning with pleasure. All the same it was a much chastised maid that made her way back to the scullery closet with a noticeable hitch to her normally sassy gait.

You may recall, my Lord, that I prefaced this installment of this letter with my intent to watch the boathouse with focused interest tonight. The reason for this determination to catch the culprit is that I found a clue that makes it clear that my visitor is no ghostly apparition. Last night before I gave up my search of the structure I found a set of wet footprints on the wooden planks of the ground floor. Judging by the small size of the feet and the fact that the culprit did not wear shoes, I have come to the conclusion that it is one of the dozens of local Hindustani boys who is somehow slipping in through the submerged bars of the water gate. It is my intention to catch the urchin red-handed at the earliest opportunity.